Mila, Anal Escorts Addicted to Hard Pleasure

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There was a moment, right before the second man came inside her, when Mila felt the rush hit. Not just pleasure — power. That raw, dripping sense of control that came from being used and still in charge.

She’d lost count of how many orgasms she’d faked for clients. But when it came to anal sex, Mila never had to pretend.

It was her addiction. Her identity. Her brand.

Since moving to London and joining the escorts agency she became friends with many of the other girls and soon realised that they all had their specialties — Isabella with her GFE kisses, Priya and her whips. But Mila? Mila was the girl you called when you wanted to push limits. When you wanted your cock buried in a hole that tightened around you like a vice and made you believe you’d never be satisfied with anything else again.

She loved it rough. She loved the stretch. She loved the way men lost control when she moaned, “Put it in my arse.”

Thursday Night: Multiple Bookings, Zero Mercy

Cassandra had sent her the schedule by mid-afternoon. A triple-booking. High-value clients. No time to rest.

Client One: Hotel in Mayfair. 7:30PM sharp.
Client Two: VIP penthouse in Paddington. 10PM.
Client Three: A masked private event in Knightsbridge. 12:30AM.

Mila didn’t blink.

She showered, shaved, and prepped her body. Anal training wasn’t a joke. She used her favourite stainless steel butt plug, lubed herself thoroughly, and slipped into her uniform: sheer black lace thong, thigh-highs, a latex corset, and five-inch stilettos.

Men liked fantasy. Mila was fantasy.

She arrived at the Mayfair hotel at exactly 7:28PM.

Client One – Soft Hands, Brutal Finish

He looked like a mid-level banker. Nice smile, boring tie, nervous energy a man who treated himself to London escorts on a regular basis.

Mila knew how to handle this type. She led, gently.

Within ten minutes, she was bent over the desk, ass in the air, spreading herself with both hands while whispering over her shoulder, “Use me how you want.”

He did. Rougher than expected. Slapping her arse, pulling her hair, groaning like a teenager.

When he finally pushed into her ass, Mila let out a long, hungry moan. Not fake. Real. He was thick, and she was ready.

“Harder,” she whispered, pushing back against him. “Fucking wreck me.

”He came groaning, pulling out and finishing all over her back.

She wiped herself clean in the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and smiled.

One down. Two to go.

Client Two – Paddington Penthouse, Two Men, No Safe Word

Cassandra hadn’t mentioned it was a MMF threesome, a two-man booking.

She walked into the penthouse and found them waiting — both suited, grinning, Champagne already open.

“We’re sharing you tonight,” one said.

Mila’s clit throbbed. She loved double bookings.

She was stripped in minutes. One of them held her by the throat while the other lubed her hole and slid in without a word.

Her mouth was already full of cock by the time her arse was stretched to its limit.

This was the real thrill being a threesome escort — the moment where her body was nothing but an object of use, a vessel for pleasure, and her mind floated somewhere between bliss and submission.

They didn’t talk much. They took turns in her arse, sometimes slow, sometimes slamming in while she gripped the sheets and begged for more. At one point, one of them came inside her and the other fingered the cum out to smear it across her lips.

She licked it clean.

“Wow all you escorts in London you’re fucking filth,” one said, eyes wide.

She just smiled and kissed him, letting him taste his friend on her tongue.

By 9:55PM, she was freshly showered and dressed again, cheeks still flushed, pussy still dripping. Her legs trembled in the elevator.

But Mila wasn’t finished. The last client was the real challenge.

Client Three – The Taboo Booking

Cassandra’s message had been short.

Masked event. Knightsbridge. Extreme preferences. Safe, verified. Be ready.

That meant taboo.

Mila’s mouth watered at the thought.

When she arrived at the property, a butler opened the door. She was escorted through a series of dimly lit corridors until she reached a small, candlelit room.

The client was seated in a leather chair. Masked. Silent.

A table of toys sat nearby — lube, clamps, dildos, even enema kits. There was also a bottle of wine and two glasses.

Mila waited. Submissive, but not passive.

“You know what I want?” he finally asked.

“No,” she said honestly. “But I hope it’s something no other London escorts agency girl would do.

”He stood. Removed his trousers.

“I want to watch you prepare yourself. I want to see you fill your ass with every toy on that table. Then, I’ll fuck you. After that…”He paused.“You’ll beg to taste everything.

”Her pussy clenched. This was beyond rough. This was devastation.

Mila walked to the table, poured lube on her fingers, and began to work herself open. Slowly, sensually. First one plug. Then a thicker one. Then the black rubber cock, as long as her forearm.

She cried out when it slipped in. But she didn’t stop.

The man watched, slowly stroking himself.

“Do you want to be my little anal escort cum dump?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”

He came behind her and pushed in raw, no condom. Mila’s moan was guttural.

She screamed into the pillow as he slammed into her, one hand pressing her face down, the other smacking her arse until it was red.

He finished inside her. No words.

Then, silence.

“Don’t move,” he said. “Wait.”

Aftermath – The Taboo Revealed

When she finally stood, her legs were weak. Her hole leaked. Her jaw ached from clenching through the orgasm.

The man walked up and pressed something warm into her palm — a thick bundle of folded fifty pound notes.

“No names. No bookings through the escort agency next time. You’ll see me directly.

”Mila nodded.

She walked out with cum in her arse, spit on her face, and satisfaction in her soul.

Dawn Reflections

She didn’t go home. She went to the 24-hour gym and sat in the sauna.

Naked. Sweating. Legs spread.

Men came and went. None dared approach. But they looked. And Mila thrived on it.

Her body was sore. Her arse was raw. Her jaw was still aching. She could feel every thrust from the three bookings echoing in her hips.But she was glowing.

No one else at the escorts agency could do what she just did. No one would even try.

Isabella had her GFE. Priya had her paddles. Jade and Sofia had their duo escorts routine.

But Mila?

Mila was legend.

The Morning Call

Cassandra rang at 9AM.

“Feedback from all three clients. Flawless. The masked one tipped four grand. Said he wants you exclusively next time.

”Mila smiled.

“Did he say what he wants next?”

Cassandra paused. “Not yet. But I think he’s thinking something… darker.”

Mila licked her lips.

“Tell him I’m ready.”

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