Lacey – The London Cum Slut

They called her the Cum Slut — and she fucking loved it.

Lacey wasn’t offended. It wasn’t an insult. It was truth. It was branding. It was worship.

When she joined the London escorts agency she’d made it clear to Cassandra from day one at Touch of Class: “Send me the clients who want to come in mouths. In faces. On tits. Down throats. I don’t flinch. I don’t spit. I cum swallow.”

And now? She was the go-to girl for cum lovers. City boys. Married MPs. Wealthy perverts. They all booked Lacey because they knew what they were getting: a filthy-mouthed, cum-drunk blonde with a porn star figure and zero inhibitions.

Thursday, 5:02 PM – The Routine

Lacey stood naked in front of the mirror, blotting her lips with dark red lipstick, touching up her mascara.

Her big tits looked perfect. Round, high, and soft. All natural 34Ds. No bra, ever. Her pussy was freshly waxed. Her mouth? Glossed and ready to be fucked.

Cassandra’s message was clear: Triple booking. VIPs. All want oral. Give them what they’ll never forget.

Lacey grinned.

Good. She hadn’t swallowed cum in two days. She was starving.

Booking One – The Quick One in Baker Street

He was already unzipped when she walked through the door of his Baker Street flat. No small talk. No kisses. He wanted it in her throat.

She dropped to her knees immediately. He was hard already, pre-cum beading at the tip.

Lacey moaned as she took him in, wrapping her lips around his shaft and pushing deep. She loved the taste of salt, the way a cock filled her mouth, the sounds men made when they lost control.

His hands gripped her hair. She moaned louder, letting drool spill from her lips as she worked his cock like a woman possessed.

“Fuck, Lacey, I’m gonna—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Just groaned and pumped hot cum straight down her throat.

She swallowed every drop without breaking eye contact.

“Already?” she teased. “Hope the next one lasts longer.

”She wiped her lips and left without even adjusting her heels.

Booking Two – The Knightsbridge Throat Trainer

This one liked to test her limits, he had a reputation among the girls in Knightsbridge for destroying London escorts with his sexual prowess.

He was thick. Lacey knew him well — a finance guy with a taste for OWO, CIM with tears and gags.

She loved him.

As soon as she knelt between his legs, she relaxed her jaw. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed.

Deeper. Deeper.

She coughed, gagged, her eyes watering. But she didn’t stop. She held his cock in her throat, breathing through her nose, swallowing around it.

He slapped her cheek lightly. “You’re made for this.

”Yes, she thought. This is what I was made for.

When he came, he held her there. She swallowed everything. Not a drop escaped.

He pulled out slowly. Her mascara was streaked. Her throat burned. Her pussy throbbed.

“Use me again sometime,” she whispered, licking the tip one last time.

Booking Three – The Chelsea Cum Party

This one wasn’t just a single client. It was four. A gathering of executives in a Chelsea townhouse. Champagne, cigars, a penthouse terrace.

Lacey was the entertainment one of the dirtiest cum slut escorts in London.

She arrived in a trench coat. Underneath? Nothing but a collar, heels, and her favourite sheer stockings.

The men clapped as she walked in.

“No small talk,” she said. “Just line up.

”They did.

She began with the first, stroking and teasing with her tongue, using both hands to keep two cocks hard while she sucked the third.

Her face was quickly a mess. Saliva. Pre-cum. Mascara.

But she wanted more.

“Don’t wait,” she begged. “When you’re ready, cum anywhere you want.”

The first man painted her chest. She giggled, smeared it across her big tits, and sucked the second until he moaned and came on her cheek.

She turned to the third and took him deep, swallowing every drop when he exploded down her throat.

The last man came in her mouth and whispered, “Don’t swallow yet.

”She opened wide and showed all of it, warm and thick on her tongue. Then, slow and deliberate, she closed her mouth and gulped.

“Still hungry,” she said. “Who’s up for round two?”

3:11 AM – Afterglow

Her Uber dropped her off at her flat in Bayswater. She walked in, stripped naked, and stood in front of her bathroom mirror.

Her face was still stained with cum. Her hair was a mess. Her makeup ruined.

She looked perfect.

Her fingers found her pussy. Wet. Aching.

She moaned as she touched herself, remembering the taste, the groans, the desperate way they clutched her hair as they exploded in her mouth.

She came in seconds. Hard.

The Next Day – Cassandra’s Call

“You’re officially the top-requested girl at our escorts agency,” Cassandra said.

Lacey didn’t even act surprised.

“They want to put you on the website. Members-only section. New photos. A headline.”

“What’s the headline?”

Cassandra paused. “Lacey – The Cum Slut. You okay with that?”Lacey grinned.

“Put it in bold".

Saturday Night – The Taboo Client in Notting Hill

The next booking was flagged with a caution.

High-profile. Extremely submissive fetish. Includes degradation. Cleared for Lacey only.

She met him at a luxury flat near Notting Hill. Middle-aged. Nervous. Married. Expensive watch. Eyes full of guilt and arousal.

He laid out his request like a confession.

“I want you to treat me like trash. Spit on me. Slap me. Make me beg for your spit. Then... when I come... I want you to call me names while you swallow.

”Lacey’s pussy pulsed.

“Strip,” she said.

He obeyed. She slapped him. Spat on his face. Made him beg for her spit, then fed it to him off her tongue.

She teased his cock until he was whimpering. Then knelt.

“You don’t deserve this,” she growled, taking him in deep.

When he came, she didn’t even look up. Just gulped him down and laughed.

“You’re nothing but a cum dispenser to me.

”He had never experienced such a magnificent London escort before, he booked her again on the spot

Her Addiction

Lacey knew she was different.

For most escort girls, the cum was an end. For her, it was everything.

She loved the taste. The texture. The way it coated her throat and reminded her she’d been used.

She loved kneeling, hands behind her back, mouth wide open, begging like a good little cum slut.

She wasn’t trying to be a porn star. She was the fantasy.

No safe word. No hesitation.

She swallowed every load of cum like it was sacred

Final Booking – The Record

It came from Cassandra with a wink emoji.

One hour. Seven clients. Same room. All oral. One goal: drain them.

Lacey's heart raced.

She didn’t even shower. She wanted to be messy for this.

The suite was decadent. Seven men, all waiting.

She knelt in the centre. Her lips were already parted.

One by one, they used her. Some fast. Some slow. All groaning, grunting, clutching her face as they came.

She swallowed five. Wore the last two.

By the end, her face was a canvas of filth. Her busty chest, sticky. Her blonde hair, ruined.

She stood and smiled, licking a drop from her lip.

“Next time,” she said, “try for ten.”

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