Dear readers,
I hope that you are all well and enjoying your summer holidays. I apologise for not posting in July, but seriously it was not a good month. It began busy, then went quiet and so I decided to have a week off and had some really nice days out with family and friends. When I returned to work however I had to deal with two awful clients. I rarely complain about clients, because the majority are really nice guys. These two however, well, I will not bore you with details, but the first was very obviously allergic to soap and water ( no oral and I even wore condom's on my fingers), and the second was just very intimidating. I am rarely intimidated by anyone, but on this occasion he just made me feel unsafe and he had a weird paranoia about the door bell taking a video of him. He was seriously unpleasant and thankfully did not stay the hour. Thankfully the third client on my return was really peasant and a horny time was had and a very pleasant hour passed too quickly.
The remainder of July passed by without mishap, but nothing especially exciting to write about, which is why I skipped my monthly post about my adventures.
August and to a certain extend September are usually quiet months because my daddy types who make up most of my clients tend to be on holiday with their little darlings, so I have been concentrating on packing ready for the big move, although the house is still not sold. trust me to pick the worst year to try and sell, but I am in no rush.
I have decided to recount one of my adventures from nearly 20 years ago when I was escorting in London which I had intended keeping for my dirty memoirs, book 2, but I shall recall it briefly now for your edification. So, hands on cocks and off we go.
I was booked by a client who was staying in one of the prestigious hotels in Mayfair. He was obviously not short of a few pounds because he booked me a room to stay overnight separate from his suite. This happened quite often because my clients knew that I did not stay in London and although some booked overnights and wanted me to stay in the room with them, many, especially the wealthier clients tended to want their own space after having their fun and since most had staff who also had to be accommodated, booking an extra room for their, erm, escort, was no big deal, even in the most expensive hotels. Seriously it was a very different world to doing erotic massage in the North East now.
This client was as I expected Arab and so I had an idea that it was going to be a very kinky night, they always were with Arabs. After the usual hello's and was your trip a pleasant one and was your room (mine) satisfactory, he was straight to business. He offered me a glass of champagne, which I accepted. I need to read these papers, he explained, but you must eat my ass. He then knelt on the sofa and began to read some paper on the table behind. "Come, lick my dirty ass clean), he called. Obligingly I fell onto my knees and pulled down his jogging pants to reveal his round buttocks and as he spread his legs, his arse cheeks opened to reveal his brown puckered hole. It was a very nice hole, brown and nicely puckered in a raised round ring with just a fuzz of hair on the cheeks. Applying my tongue, I began to lick around his arsehole,, then up and down the crack of his arse before applying my lips to his bum hole which I began to suck and lick, teasing the sensitive ring and gently fucking him with my tongue.
As I licked his dirty hole he pushed his arse back revealing heavy balls which swung low and free and cock which was long and very thick and very stiff a it waved freely. I naturally could not resist grabbing his balls and began pulling them gently. They felt deliciously soft and heavy in their wrinkled sack. I put my spare hand between his legs and began to stroke his thick cock, all the time still slurping on his puckered shit hole.
He was very excited now, his moaning with pleasure was loud and interspersed with crude instructions to stick my tongue further up his arsehole. I had slipped my own pants off and my stiff cock dribbled pre-cum onto the velvet sofa. Suddenly he turned round and sitting he pulled my mouth onto his engorged knob end. His thick cock filled my mouth and as he grabbed my head he began to fuck my throat, pushing his cock deep into my gullet, making me gag as he lifted his arse off the sofa as he fucked my face, but he did not give any mercy but instead continued to make me suck his cock, all the time mouthing obscenities about filling my arse with his spunk and that I was a dirty cock sucking cunt.
"I heard him gasp after about five minutes of face fucking that, "I want of fuck your ass". He then stood up and indicated that I knelt on the sofa, my arse in the air, my arsehole ready for his thick cock to tear it apart. I saw him lube his cock and then I felt his thick knob run up and down the crack of my arse and push gently against my puckered ring and then, more forcefully he pushed until I allowed him to enter and then I felt his thick cock slide deep into my arse. I felt my arsehole being stretched to fuck as his cock filled me. Stopping for a while he allowed me to get used to the sensation of being full and then he began to fuck, pumping his thick fucking cock deep inside, withdrawing to the knob-end before plunging deep inside me again. His fucking went on for some time. I stroked my own cock in rhythm to his fucking my arse and then, with a load moan, he exploded, shooting his load of spunk deep into my arsehole, I felt his cock jerk strongly inside me as at the same time I also exploded, my cock jerking creamy spunk over the dark blue velvet of the sofa. We both lay still for a few minutes, I was trapped under his weight, and then I felt his cock slide out of my hole and he murmured "Good fuck"' before standing. "You enjoy that", he smiled. "Erm, yep"' I replied. "Good, now you go and get cleaned back in your room and I will call you soon. So off I went, my arse pleasantly aching from being stretched by his thick cock to shower and wait for his call, about an hour later, for round 2, which was even more dirty than round 1. So it continued until about 3 in the morning when we were both tired and I retired to my room to sleep and leave the next morning clutching a fat envelope full of cash and a selection of posh toiletries curtesy of the hotel.
I certainly had a good time while escorting in London, all very different from today and of course I used to be fucked in those days. Now I am top only although I do still enjoy a good fingering and rimming. I hope that you enjoyed this encounter and I hope to see all my regulars for dirty session of rimming and fucking very soon and if you fancy pissing on me, well, that's my favourite kink, so do not be shy and give me a call. Remember that I also do dirty wank chat for a £1 a minute, minimum spend 10 minutes, but you can carry unused minutes over.
Call Chris on 07517 697569 to book a dirty massage or wank chat.
Take care and remember it's all good clean, but dirty fun.
