9:20 pm, Wednesday 30th April 2014
As a youth he told me that he lusted after escorts and now as a wealthy man in London he was the master of all that he surveyed. His dark hair caressed his face ever so gently as he lifted his head from the Evening Standard newspaper to look at me his lover and personal escort. I'd just woken up and his face being the first thing I saw gave me butterflies. I loved watching him, reading the newspaper so intently and stealing looks at me the way he usually does, with his glasses perched upon his nose. I positioned myself at the other end of the bed and removed the sheets from my bare behind so he could get a better look at me. He smiled, showing his perfect teeth, so white and pearly and when he licked his lips with that magical tongue, just like many escorts before me who had fallen for this sexy London man, all I wanted was for him to bury it in me. 'Good morning' I said, and he smiled, the way he usually does, only saying 'my dear,' and going back to finish the passage in his newspaper. 'What's for breakfast?' I ask, and he smiles. 'You know what's for breakfast,' he'd say, flashing his pearly whites at me once again. 'No, I don't, why don't you just tell me? You've been awake for a while, aren't you hungry?' He folded his newspaper and gently placed it on the table in front of him. 'How about I show you what's for breakfast, my amazingly gorgeous escort?' His eyes lit up and I felt something in me flutter as the words seeped out his mouth and I remembered all the naughty things he had done to me last night. He grabbed my feet and pulled me to the edge of the bed, stripping me of my panties and then dropping to his knees. He looked up at me and all he said was, 'the best kind of breakfast' before going back to burying his face in me and pleasuring me only the way he can. My toes curled and I grew wetter and wetter before climaxing. Escorts especially us lucky London girls truly get the best guys in the world. The ones who know just what to say and just what to do to have them over the moon. Now it was my turn, he wasn't the only one who was hungry, I wanted him in my mouth and then in me but the first task was to pull him away from the sweetness of my pussy that he just couldn't seem to get enough of. Once I did, the real magic started and pleasure filled each corner of the room. About the author: These erotic stories are written by the escorts and staff at our London agency |
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