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Big Natural Tits London Escorts, Billionaire Clients, and the Bitch Who Crossed Me

They say there’s room for every girl in this city.

But not when you’re me.

I’m Yoana — blonde, 27, Bulgarian, one of the best escorts in London and blessed with the kind of big natural tits that make men cancel flights and women reconsider their sexuality. I don’t just satisfy my clients. I leave them obsessed. Addicted. Wanting more.

So imagine my mood when I find out one of my best Mayfair clients — Nicholas, oil money, old-school dom, two visits a week minimum — suddenly cancels.

Cassandra, my handler at Touch of Class escort agency, looked nervous as she told me.

“It’s not you,” she said. “He’s just… trying someone new.

”I leaned forward, naked except for heels and my collar, oil still fresh from a shoot.

“Who?”

She hesitated. “Lucia.”

The name dropped like ice between my tits.

The New Girl

Lucia. 24. Spanish. Tall. Slim waist. Ridiculously enhanced big tits — bigger than mine, but fake, hard, perfect for grabbing on camera. She’d just transferred in from one of the Milan agencies, and word was she’d been making waves fast.

“PSE style,” Cassandra said. “Spits, slaps, deepthroat, watersports… very aggressive.”

I didn’t blink. “Doesn’t mean she’s better.”

“Yoana, she’s requested to share a few clients with you.”

Now that made me blink.

Share?

That wasn’t just bold. That was war.

The First Clash – Knightsbridge Apartment

We were both booked for a high-end client — London hedge fund type. Expensive taste. Wanted a two-girl fantasy, GFE meets PSE at his Knightsbridge penthouse.

Lucia arrived in black latex, sky-high boots, red lips. Her tits — fake and perfectly round — were practically pushed up to her chin.

I wore lace and silk. Soft, seductive, no effort. My big natural breasts bounced as I walked, no plastic shine, just weight and swing.

The client watched us undress each other.

Lucia kissed me hard — tongue deep, fast, no warmth. Competitive. The message was clear: I’m not here to be your friend.

Fine.

She went for his cock first, choking on it, smearing her makeup on his thighs while moaning like a typical cheap London pornstar escort slut

I leaned in and whispered in his ear: “She’s loud. But I swallow cum.”

His eyes rolled back as I took him deep, slow, my tits cradling his balls, my tongue flicking the underside like a tease.

When he came, I didn’t flinch. Swallowed. Smiled.

Lucia was still rubbing herself on his leg.

I left her there and poured myself a glass of wine.

Round one in Knightsbridge was mine.

Round Two – The Overlap

 
The real test came a week later. One of my Paddington regulars — the one who loved fucking me in front of the mirror while I whispered Bulgarian filth in his ear — sent a message:

“Yoana, I’ve booked you… and Lucia. Don’t be late.”

I knew what he was doing.

Testing escorts.

He wanted to see which of us could break the other.

Fine.

I arrived in sheer black, tits swinging free beneath a robe, my perfume hitting him before I said a word.

Lucia was already naked on the bed, fingering herself.

“Hope you don’t mind I got started,” she said.

I said nothing. Just dropped my robe and climbed up beside her.

“You go high,” I told her. “I’ll go low.”

She straddled his face. I took his cock.

We sucked and fucked and moaned for his attention, our breasts bouncing and colliding as we fought to be the one he watched most.

Then Lucia kissed me again — hard, biting — and slipped a finger into my pussy.

“Oh,” I moaned, surprised.

She smirked. “Didn’t know you liked girls.”

“I don’t,” I growled. “I like winning.”I pushed her down, rode his cock, and used her tits as a seat.When I came, it was with his cum in my pussy and her whimpering underneath me.

He applauded.

And booked me again the next night. Solo.

The Turning Point – The Bayswater Booking

It all came to a head at a group booking in Bayswater.

Six clients. VIPs. Private club. They wanted both of us — at the same time. No breaks. Just non-stop pleasure with the two hot London escorts.

Lucia arrived in leather and chains. I came in silk, heels, and a leash.

The room was hot with tension before a single cock was touched.

We were instructed to put on a show — tits, cum, double penetration, oral worship — anything we wanted.

Lucia pulled out all the stops — gagging, spitting, slapping herself, riding two at once like a pornstar on payday.

But me?

I seduced.

I offered slow oral, worshipped every inch, begged to be used. My natural tits soaked with spit and cum, swinging wildly as I got railed from behind while another fed me his load on my tongue.

Lucia came hard — loud, messy, shaking.

I came quietly, eyes on the richest client in the room, moaning his name, letting him fuck me until his knees buckled.

When the dust settled, and the cum dried, they asked one question:

“Who do we book next week?”

The answer?

Me.

The Confrontation

Lucia cornered me outside in the courtyard.

“You think you’re better than me?” she hissed.

I sipped champagne, tits still bare under my robe.

“No,” I smiled. “I know I am.”

She stepped close, breasts pressing against mine.

“Fake tits don’t bounce,” I added. “They just sit there and beg for attention.”

She slapped me.

I laughed.Then kissed her.Hard.

Not from passion. From power.

When I pulled away, her lips were parted, breathing shallow.

“I don’t share well,” I whispered. “And I never come second.”

The Aftermath

Cassandra called the next day.

“You’ve been requested for Monaco. Solo. Lucia’s not invited.”

I smiled, soaking in the tub, cum still on my thighs from a late-night Mayfair client.

“Good. I don’t need a sidekick.”

“She’s going back to her old escorts agency in Milan.”

Of course she is.

Yoana’s Reflection

In this game, it’s not enough to have a beautiful body or fuck like a demon.

You have to own every room. Every moan. Every booking.

Lucia thought she could shake me with fake tits and a pornstar escort act.

But I’m not playing.

I am the game.

I’m Yoana.

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