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Breaking In a Virgin
9:59 pm, Monday 23rd May 2016
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| I looked across the West London brasserie and could not see Richard. Newly-divorced, he wasn’t even into dating yet, and that was where my escort services fitted his needs. A handsome multi-millionaire, I guessed his millions had dwindled somewhat since the divorce. His wife was cheating on him, even when she was pregnant. I headed back outside and sat at a table, nearest to a patio heater, keeping my coat wrapped around me, ensuring I could see anyone approaching. I heard a cough and looked up. A young curly-haired man hesitated and asked if I was Elena. Elena was a name I chose with certain clients, but I had another fake name too. It was part of the job, escorts London women and the ladies in the smaller towns always have a different name for work. I nodded and smiled. “I can’t go in as I’m only seventeen and they’ll ask for identity.” The young man shrugged his shoulders. “Richard sent me. He said you would know what to do.” I had to stifle a giggle. “Do you know why you are here then?” I probed quietly, pointing to a seat opposite me. The teenager sat down and blushed. “I guess so. I’m his nephew. Well, the son of his ex-wife’s sister. I was having trouble that way.” Richard had booked a room; it was paid for and I had the room card in my bag. It was only a minute away from the bar. We headed off there. Jared was the teenager’s name. He was the youngest client I had ever had and I knew from how he was chatting casually about the encounter to come, he was a virgin. We looked an odd couple, but headed to the room quietly. As soon as we entered, Jared asked me to undress. “Okay,” I murmured, thinking I needed to slow this down, but he undressed quickly too. I didn’t know way he had a problem until I saw the size of his cock; both length and girth were bigger than anything I’d tried before. “I’ve tried to have sex with two girls, but I couldn’t even get inside them.” Feeling more than a little surprised, I stroked him and he filled out even more. I took lubricant and applied it liberally on myself. “Let’s take this slowly then.” I figured the quicker this was out of the way for him the better. Soon he was easing his girth inside me, little by little. As for me, I was so stretched I was scared to say anything to put him off his stride. I had another fake name too. It was part of the job, escorts London women and the ladies in the smaller towns always have a different name for wor |