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After sex, I sometimes like to go home and fulfil myself when I haven’t managed to come. However, this time, I knew one out of my three appointments, would not disappoint me.
I used one hotel room for the three, separate encounters; a large, impersonal tourist hotel with many floors and many rooms. Three clients in eight hours would not be spotted, especially if they came directly to me, and not via reception. After the first two, I was keen to meet the third. I’d been with Paul before. He was a sexy, large, dark-skinned man, who was very fit. He adored busty London escorts and had an inclination towards dildos; he liked to use a double dong in my ass and my pussy whilst I sucked him off and used a prostrate massager up his ass. He liked to lick too, so a massive orgasm was guaranteed and I dearly needed it.
However, as a first for him, he wanted to lick me with his large sexy tongue, and then to penetrate my pussy to give me the deeper second orgasm, he knew I loved so much. He was so big and I looked at him. “Just take your time please; this is a first at your size. I have no idea how it will be.”
At that he laughed. “Of course, but I so want to hear you squealing like a filthy little busty escort when you come around me. That would be so horny - just to feel that tight, little pussy of yours clamping me tight and watching your busty figure”
His cock was already engorged, but he went down on me first. After my first orgasm, within minutes, he used one out of my array of dildos to open me up and to ready me. After a few minutes, I was panting and ready. He used a sheath, and slowly and gently, pushed inside. It took him a few minutes, but soon I was completely impaled by him. I’d let him move gently and realised I could feel every twitch, move and sensation, but he stayed like that, moving slowly, until I realised I needed him to speed up. As soon as he rotated faster, I could feel my insides start to tremble and flutter. A minute later, I was indeed crying out from the sheer pleasure. Paul groaned in a strange guttural way, and I knew from the pulsations, he’d come. I think he needed that as much as I did. All night, after he’d gone, I throbbed wanting more from him. It was such a pity he’d been the last of the three OMG I love being a call girl.
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