A Week in Mayfair’s Wildest Escorts Agency

In the shimmering heart of Mayfair, tucked discreetly behind the glitz of Grosvenor Square, there was an escort agency unlike any other. Operated by Ivana, a tall, voluptuous Eastern European escort beauty with a mane of raven-black hair and large natural breasts size double-D, the agency catered to a very particular clientele. Her rule was simple: all of her London escort girls are naturally busty, no enhancements, no fakery—just raw, lush femininity.

The agency’s girls hailed from Eastern Europe and Latin America, each one aged between twenty and thirty-two, each with a backstory as alluring as the curves of her body. They were bold, unashamed, and gloriously uninhibited. And they all offered the same golden promise: CIM, couples threesomes, gangbangs, A-levels, BDSM—the unfiltered, raw pleasures most men only dreamed of.

Ivana an experienced mature escort managed the roster from her Mayfair penthouse, where she herself entertained select clients. But her week was always a blur of late-night calls, bookings in luxury hotels, and chauffeur-driven rendezvous across London. This week, though, promised to be one of the wildest yet.

Monday – Mayfair

The week opened with a private banker from Switzerland, holed up in a suite at Claridge’s. He had requested a duo escorts session—Ivana herself, and her newest recruit, a 23-year-old Colombian named Camila. Camila was petite escort but gloriously busty, her soft brown skin glowing against the crisp Mayfair sheets.

The banker wanted decadence, and decadence was what Ivana delivered. She orchestrated the evening like a conductor, guiding Camila’s eager energy into perfect sync with her own experienced rhythm. The highlight was a messy, breathless climax where the man emptied himself across both their chests before pulling Camila’s hair back to finish deep in her mouth.

Ivana wiped her lips, laughing softly. “Welcome to Mayfair, darling,” she whispered to Camila as they slipped out before sunrise.

Tuesday – Bayswater

Tuesday belonged to a married couple in Bayswater. They had been clients of the agency for years, both in their early forties, both eager to explore boundaries without the risk of emotional entanglement.

For this booking, Ivana sent Anya—a blonde Polish escort a sultry temptress with a 30G natural bust and a wickedly kinky streak. The wife wanted to watch her husband lose himself in another woman’s tits, then join in herself. Anya delivered with a smile, smothering the man with her big tits until his wife begged to taste her too.

By the end, the husband was bent back on the bed, Anya straddling his face while the wife rode his cock. The room was a sweaty blur of moans, hair-pulling, and unrestrained lust. The couple sent Ivana a thank-you message afterwards: “Best night yet. Anya is divine. Book her again.”

Wednesday – Earls Court

Earls Court was always lively—less polished than Mayfair, but rich with younger clients who wanted excess without boundaries. This night, a group of four university boys from wealthy families had pooled their money for a gangbang.

Ivana sent two girls: Valeria, a fiery Brazilian escort with natural 34DDs, and Yelena, a Ukrainian brunette whose curves were made for riding. The boys were clumsy, eager, and utterly overwhelmed.

The girls teased them first—stripping down, kissing each other, making the boys squirm before one was finally pulled into Valeria’s mouth while Yelena sank down on another’s cock. The room turned into chaos fast: moans, shouts, Valeria screaming in Portuguese as she took two at once, Yelena bent over receiving A Levels with a boy slapping her arse and driving deep into her ass.

By the end, the floor was sticky with cum, the boys breathless, and the girls laughing as they licked each other clean before heading back to the agency car.

Thursday – Edgware Road

Thursday’s call was a Saudi businessman in Edgware Road who demanded luxury and obedience. He wanted BDSM—strict, punishing, and laced with cum-soaked rewards.

Ivana sent herself for this one. She dressed in thigh-high boots, corset tight around her big tits, and a crop in her hand. The man was waiting, naked, trembling already. He wanted to be whipped, degraded, and milked like a desperate animal.

Ivana tied him to the bed, riding his face until his eyes watered, then flogged him until his skin bloomed red. She teased his cock with her toes, denying him, until finally she allowed him to finish—forced to swallow cum, every drop from her hand.

“Good boy,” she whispered before collecting her envelope of cash and leaving him collapsed on the sheets.

Friday – Gloucester Road

By Friday, Ivana’s girls were buzzing.

Gloucester Road always brought adventurous tourists, and tonight was no different: two American businessmen in town for a trade fair. They wanted a threesome.

Ivana paired them with the perfect duo escorts Camila and Anya—a mix of Latin spice and Eastern European ice. The girls played the men against each other, whispering filthy encouragements while swapping cocks between mouths and asses.

The Americans couldn’t last long. Both finished fast, one exploding across Camila’s huge natural breasts, the other groaning as Anya swallowed every drop. But the girls weren’t done— both were genuine bisexual escorts they turned on each other, kissing, licking, putting on a show that left the men wide-eyed and desperate for round two.

Saturday – Knightsbridge

Saturday was Knightsbridge —an oligarch’s son with a taste for excess. He had booked four girls: Ivana, Yelena, Valeria, and a fiery Latin escort beauty named Rosa.

It turned into a true orgy in his suite at the Bulgari Hotel. Champagne flowed, lines of coke cut across mirrored tables, and the busty London escort girls were passed from cock to cock, their large natural breasts bouncing, their asses stretched from deep pounding anal sex. Rosa screamed as the man fucked her ass while Valeria straddled his face; Ivana and Yelena tangled together on the sofa, moaning as they licked champagne from each other’s breasts.

The session lasted hours, ending in a messy explosion of cum across tits, asses, and mouths. The client paid double, grinning, and promised to book again next weekend.

Sunday – Marylebone & Paddington

The week’s finale was split in two. First, in Marylebone, a young bisexual female barrister booked Valeria for a private afternoon. She wanted to be dominated, used, and made to taste herself. Valeria tied her to the bed, face-fucked her until mascara streaked down her cheeks, then straddled her face, forcing her to lick while she came hard across the girl’s lips.

That night in Paddington, the final call was a stag party: six men, one bridegroom, and one busty young escort girl—Anya. They wanted the lot A levels, pussy fucking, CIM, facials and she thrived on it. They lined up, each one taking turns in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass, until she was drenched in cum, her tits glazed, her body trembling from the sheer force of it. The men roared their approval, tossing her a pile of cash. Anya stumbled out of the hotel with her hair a mess, mascara streaked, but a smile across her lips.

Epilogue – Back at the Mayfair Penthouse

By Sunday midnight, the girls were all back at Ivana’s Mayfair base. The escort agency’s week had been a whirlwind: bankers, couples, students, oligarchs, barristers, stags. Each encounter richer, filthier, and more extreme than the last.

Ivana poured champagne, the girls lounging half-naked across velvet sofas. Their tits still bore traces of bruises, their lips swollen from cocks and kisses.

“This is why we are the best,” Ivana said, raising her glass. “No fake tits. No limits. Just real natural women, real pleasure, and real filth. Mayfair is ours.” The girls cheered, their laughter echoing through the penthouse. And as the city outside pulsed with its usual Sunday night energy, the agency prepared for another week of decadence, one booking at a time.

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