An Escorts Indulgence Nastja’s Threesome Diaries

London had changed Nastja — or maybe it had simply revealed her. By day she still worked at the dental clinic, but the sterile environment now felt like camouflage. Her real life began after dark — where she wasn’t Nurse Nastja, but the London escort the perfect girlfriend experience they dreamed of and the cum swallowing slut they never forgot.

Word had spread. Among the regulars at Velvet Rouge, Nastja had become legend.Men spoke about her mouth, her curves, her soft moans, and how she made them feel something — even if just for a night. Some said it was her accent. Others said it was her hunger. But the truth was far simpler.

Nastja loved cum. And she made no secret of it.

Ben & Luca, the Canary Wharf Investment Bros (Threesome)
Nastja met them at the club. Two sharply dressed men in their late twenties, cocky grins and deep pockets.

“Can we take you both?” Ben asked, eyeing her and another dancer.

“No,” Nastja purred, stepping between them. “You only need me.”

In the Uber back to their apartment, she was already stroking both their cocks through their trousers.

Once inside, clothes flew. She knelt between them on the bed, stroking both shafts with practiced rhythm, kissing one tip, then the other.

“You’ve done this before,” Luca groaned.

“More times than you’ve had hot dinners,” she smirked, then took Ben’s cock deep into her mouth while stroking Luca.

When they finally took her — one behind, one in front — Nastja moaned like a woman possessed, escorts London girls like Nastja love the feeling of two cocks inside them. She came with a scream, their cum dripping from her lips and thighs. She swallowed every drop from Luca’s shaft and licked Ben clean while looking up, mascara smudged, lips stretched in a smile.

“I want you both again,” she whispered. And they booked her for the next weekend before she’d even left the bed.

Dr. Henrik, the Harley Street Surgeon
He met her at the club. Tall, German, precise. The kind of man who treated busty escorts like a specimen… and Nastja wanted to be dissected.

“Don’t speak unless I say,” he ordered the moment they stepped into his Sloane Square flat.

She nodded. Quiet. Obedient. Wet.

He undressed her methodically, then made her crawl to the bedroom.

“You want to be used, ja?”

She nodded again.

He tied her to the headboard, blindfolded her, and took his time. He teased her clit with an ice cube, then slid his cock inside her so slowly she whimpered.

He fucked her in complete control — quiet groans, precise strokes — and came across her chest without warning.

But he wasn’t done.

He fingered her until she squirted, then cleaned her up with his tongue.

“Such a perfect body,” he whispered. “Such a filthy mouth.”

Nastja licked his cum from her fingers and smiled.

“Shall we schedule our next appointment, doctor?”

Sasha & Dominic, the Kensington Couple (Threesome)
Nastja wasn’t surprised when Cassandra from Divine Playmates escorts agency called and said, “We have a couple asking for you. Regulars. High spenders. Open-minded.”

Sasha was a gorgeous redhead with a biting wit. Dominic was a tech investor, maybe mid-thirties, a little aloof, until the bedroom.

At first, it was gentle — the three of them naked in satin sheets, wine glasses on the nightstand.

Then Sasha kissed her, hands roaming, soft moans spilling as Nastja explored her body. Dominic watched, stroking himself.

“Let me taste you both,” Nastja said, sliding down between them.

She licked Sasha until her thighs shook, then turned to Dominic, sucking him slow and deep. Sasha watched, playing with herself.

When Dominic finally entered Nastja, Sasha sat on her face again.

A tangle of limbs. Fingers everywhere. Moans filling the air.

Afterwards, Sasha stroked Nastja’s hair and said, “We’ve had many escorts in London. None like you.”

Dominic just handed over £2,000 and a gift bag from La Perla.

Yusuf, the Discreet Diplomat
Yusuf never gave a last name. But his driver always waited in a black Mercedes, and he tipped in cash. Lots of it.

He liked five-star hotels in Kensington and slow build-ups. There was always a bath first, scented oils, soft jazz.

Then he would carry her to bed and undress her inch by inch, whispering Arabic into her ear. She didn’t know what he was saying, but it made her shiver.

He fucked her like a lover — slow at first, then hard when she begged.

But Yusuf had one rule:“She must swallow every time.”

And Nastja did — greedily, eagerly — even licking his shaft clean with a soft moan.

“Delicious,” she’d whisper every time.He always booked again the next week.

Archie, the Oxford PhD (Threesome with His Flatmate)
He was shy at the club. Polite. Glasses slightly crooked. But when he booked her, he added: “My flatmate may join… he’s curious.”

Nastja laughed.“Curious men are the best kind.”

She arrived at their Edgware Road flat in a short skirt, thigh-high boots, and no underwear. They blushed. She smirked.

“Let me show you both what real pleasure feels like with a real GFE escort.”

She undressed them slowly, suckled both cocks, teasing, stroking. When Archie finally entered her, she pulled his flatmate close, kissing him as she was fucked hard from behind.

Later, they double-teamed her — one in her pussy, one in her mouth — and she came with both holes filled.

Cum was everywhere. And Nastja, of course, licked up every last drop.

“You boys need tutoring every week,” she teased.And they agreed.

The Shift
Something inside Nastja had shifted.

She wasn’t just working. She was owning it.

Clients respected her. Desired her. Paid thousands for a night that ended with her cum swallowing them dry and whispering sweet filth into their ears.

But something else was happening too… something she hadn’t expected.

Theo, the Art Dealer (More Than Just GFE?)
He was older. Sophisticated. The kind of man who saw beauty in everything.

He booked her for dinner, then a gallery opening in Marble Arch. She wore a black dress and diamond studs he’d sent earlier.

“You’re more than just one of the fantasy escorts in London,” he told her. “You’re a muse.”

At the hotel, he made love to her. Not fucked. Made love.

He didn’t want anything dirty. Just connection. Eye contact. Kisses. Closeness.

She didn’t rush to clean his cum off her lips. She held it there, feeling something else in her chest. Something she hadn’t felt since her ex.

Warmth.

Theo stroked her cheek after. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”

“Neither do I,” she said, honestly.

The Morning After
Back in her flat, Nastja stared at her phone.

Dozens of unread texts.

Photos. Booking requests. Tips.

A message from Theo: “Dinner again Thursday?”

She bit her lip.

She still craved the sex, the intensity, the cum on her tongue.

But something was shifting.

She was becoming something more than a face among the many London escorts.

She was becoming unforgettable.

And for Nastja — the girl from Prague who’d once been heartbroken and broke — that was the greatest turn-on of all.

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