An Erotic Story
I am not sure what happened to me that evening. Going for a drink after London escorts is the normal sort of thing I do when I have the weekend off. You know what it is like, Friday night comes along, and all of a sudden you feel like you need a drink. However, this was not like any other Friday night. The afternoon at escorts in London had been very frustrating. With some sort of virus going around, gents were calling up left and right to cancel. It made me feel like I had lost control and wasted my time.
When I finally turned the key in the door of my escorts in London boudoir, I felt so frustrated that I was a bit angry. It is not like me, but it was a feeling I could not really control. In a way it felt more like a sexual frustration, and I knew that I wanted to pick up a guy for a night stand. On occasion, I do get a kick out picking up guys and bringing them back to the apartment I keep exclusively for my escorts in London work.
Arriving in the bar, I looked around and checked out the talent. The other girls from escorts in London were there so I had a quick drink with them while I scanned the male of the species in the pub. I think the other London escorts were doing the same thing. I spotted this dark hard guy who looked like he was packaging, and I was overcome by a feeling of wanting to drop down to my knees, and give him a blow job right there and then. Within an hour I had chatted him up, and told him that I wanted to do things to him which no woman had done before.
Living my fellow London escorts behind, Andy and I headed back to my London escorts flat. I was still in my slightly angry moment, but sexual excitement was taking over. When we got back, I went to work on Andy to his surprise, and I tide him up to a chair. He looked magnificent sitting there with his huge erection. I put my stilettos on and left the rest of me completely naked. Without a word, I slid down his pulsating dick and started to go down in him hard in a circular motion. He was groaning with pleasure, and I came all the way down that delicious cock of his. Did he enjoy it? Well, I think he did as he seemed a little bit reluctant to part company after I had made the most of our evening together. My final act was to treat to a deep throat blow job as he laid tied on my bed. My pussy was so wet that I was dripping with juice, and I smeared my juices all over his chest. It was my way of saying “ you are my man” and I control you, you don’t control me. Perhaps I do have a future as a London escorts dominatrix…