Whilst I’ve always considered myself experienced in the field of sexual exploits, the reality is, before getting into this line of work, I was actually just a fantasist. I had imagined everything under the sun, threesomes, foursomes, gangbangs, hentai-style tentacle fucking, the lot! But I’d never really participated in much more than standard vanilla sex with the occasional deep throat or anal. A little depressing when I think back on it actually.
So, needless to say, one of the unexpected perks of the job has been ticking things off my ever-growing bucket list (or fucket list as I’ve grown to call it). You see, unlike most other thriving nymphomaniacs, I have the titillating advantage of being surrounded by other like-minded professionals in my field. One of my first real threesomes was actually with another working girl and a client – both of whom are now good friends of mine. Admittedly it was a little more ‘porn performery’ than I would have liked but for the most part it helped me explore something I had always wanted to try in a space that felt safe and accepting. Nowadays, I’m very experienced in the old FFM threesomes, having done plenty professionally and personally. I know all the moves, the best ways to entice the girlfriend whilst not intimidating her, how to make it about him and her at the same time whilst still getting what I want from it, arching ones back enough to receive a proper hammering whilst also angling my tongue in the best position so that my teeth don’t make contact with clit. You name it, I know how to finesse it in a menagé trois. Yet the MMF threesome is still something I have little experience in. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve done the dark rooms at the back of kink clubs and sex parties, where a stray cock just happens to make its way into my mouth whilst I’m being taken from behind, but for the most part it isn’t something most clients really fancy paying for. The idea of another man’s junk in the room, especially not one that could lead my attention away from their own, isn’t usually up there on the big list of fantasies. And I had never really liked the idea of 2 complete strangers and myself, it feels too intimidating being outnumbered like that.

Enter in, the voyeur. A gentleman that gets off on watching you getting railed, usually by a significantly sized cock. Let me just repeat that for the people in the back, it is someone who WANTS you to get fucked within an inch of your life by someone who knows exactly what they’re doing. A rare find in this line of work, most voyeurs go to sex parties or kink clubs and get their jollies that way. But alas, we are still in the midst of a pandemic, so those are a little hard to come by at the moment.

Luckily for me, I had been in touch with a fairly well-known male escort for some unrelated business. It’s fairly rare to find a decent male escort, in the famous words of Belle Du Jour, most “take a few selfies in the garden, pay a fee to an agency and then think they’ll get to fuck for a living”. If only it were that simple. But O is a fantastic specimen of how the job should really be done. He’s an easy 6”3 with noticeably broad shoulders and a phenomenal physique that could make any woman lose their footing. He has the kind of sweet natured personality that draws you in, but you know underneath it all, at any moment, you could be spun around to receive the hardest spanking of your life. The true devilish type.

O had told me about a client who was interested in watching him fuck a young, curvaceous woman, whilst occasionally dipping his toes in my waters. I said yes pretty much instantly, I don’t think I even thought about it at all, just an instantaneous YES. I hadn’t seen much point in flirting with O on our initial interactions, in this business he must get hit on by any woman with eyes and a pulse. But I’d be lying if I said his soft Aussie accent, broad shoulders and evident biceps pushing against his shirt hadn’t caused a slight change in atmosphere in my underwear the first time we’d met. But here it was, a real excuse to jump the bones off of him, I certainly wasn’t going to pass that up!

The booking was better than I could have expected. The client arrived, did the usual shower and spruce up and then took a seat next to the bed and began to watch. O immediately took charge of the situation and pulled me over to him, untying the satin robe I had worn in a slim attempt to appear modest, and pulling me into a deep and passionate kiss. I had let slip to O beforehand that I had a habit of being submissive with men like him (meaning tall, look like they could fucking ruin me, men) and he clearly used that to his advantage gaining full control of me with ease. I quickly made my way down his rock-hard body with my lips, beelining for his crotch. I’m as impatient as they come when it comes to these things, I know what I want and I want it then and there, especially when I can feel it hardening against my thigh! When I got to my knees, preparing for my usual routine, he surprised me by taking my face in his hands and began pumping his cock in my mouth, holding my head in place to do so. He started easy and slow but soon worked his way up to a full face fuck, getting the head of his dick right down the back of my throat, an area where to be honest, I’d rarely managed to get to before without my gag reflex betraying me. I could feel his dick was large by this point, filling up my mouth so much so that I had to stretch it open to fit it in fully, but it still somehow managed to merge with the natural contours of my throat and get to a point where I could genuinely feel it reaching areas that I was a little proud to reach. O stayed in control of the session at all times, it was clear I was getting a little too lost in my own personal pleasure and was not to be trusted not to completely throw caution to the wind. He ushered me to the bed where I obediently got on all fours in front of him. He pulled my panties to the side and began to enter me, funnily enough I was so wet from the face fucking we didn’t need to piss about with any foreplay at that point. He went straight to it and pushed himself inside me. Fully. It’s at this point I should mention O is an EASY 9 inches, and with accompanying girth. The man has a full-blown salami of a cock and he proved this by, what I can only describe as, fucking me senseless with it. After about 10 minutes like this he climbed up onto the bed behind me and flipped me over onto my back so the client could get a good view of my tits bouncing up and down whilst we fucked again. The client commented on my face which was clearly in some state of extasy, and how good I looked. I’ll be honest, I barely remember what he was saying as it’s around this time O pulled out a giant massager wand, the type that plugs directly into the wall, and held it against my clit whilst he fucked me as hard as he could. I came so hard that my vision went slightly hazy, and my thighs were left spasming in the aftermath.

We took a short break after my first orgasm from the wand so I could regain some strength, I had taken quite the pounding and was clearly in need of a breather. I flipped over onto my front to chat to the client a little, and O climbed on my back to give me a massage. Did I mention the man is also a fully trained masseuse? Seriously, I hadn’t been aware these kinds of men existed before, it’s like finding Santa Clause had been real the entire time and no one ever bothered to tell me. I received a deep tissue massage, whilst his still hard cock was in-between my butt cheeks, sliding in and out reminding me we were nowhere near finished and keeping me consistently wet throughout. In the middle of some mild chatting, I heard O ruffle around with something, which I soon realised was a condom wrapper as he spread my cheeks and slid back inside me, with complete ease. I was still chatting with the client when he did this, so I think I said something along the lines of ‘oh yeah I really like that pla… fuuuuuuuuck’. This was when the client decided to join in, pulling a condom over his dick and walking over to me to kiss me. He didn’t want to fuck me, just enjoy all of the residual effects of me being fucked. Long deep kisses, holding my boobs while they bounced and having me suck his cock from time to time. The only problem there, was he had the condom on whilst I was sucking him, and that brings along the issue of gagging. That little weird tip at the end of the condom hits the back of your throat in an odd way that you instantly choke, which sounds unpleasant to say the least, and yet it somehow worked out very much in my favour. Every time I choked or gagged on the rubber tip, my pussy would clench, and subsequently cause O to let out a deep, loud growl, verbalising my disobedience. Which of course only encouraged me to keep doing it. At one point I gagged so hard I pushed O completely out of me, causing him to only come back with a vengeance and grab each of my arse cheeks in order to ram his cock back inside me over and over again until I’m fairly sure I literally went cross eyed. Eventually the client came into the condom, mainly because I had been holding onto his cock a little too tight and with all the motion coming from the fucking I was receiving, I had subsequently and unknowingly wanked him off.

I replay this whole experience over and over again in my head, almost daily at this point and usually with the help of a particular little vibrating friend. It was one of the sexiest, most intense experiences of my life and I can’t wait until we get to play again (O and I have been booked by the same client, along with another male escort – so stay tuned for that escapade).