My sister is an escort and much in demand, so much so that she wants me to pretend to be her

My twin sister has been working as an escort for a while and she is doing really well. She has the clothes, the designer bags, the nice car, and the fancy holidays. She’s doing so well that she can’t keep up with demand. But now she’s met this guy and she’s in that loved up honeymoon period when they can’t keep their hands off each other. Trouble is she is so used to living the high life that she has asked me if I will pretend to be her and meet her clients.

I’m terrified at the prospect. I told her there was no way that I could meet up with strangers and give them a sensual massage. I’m not all that experienced with men, unlike my sister who has always had a rather active social life. In fact I can’t remember a time when my sister hasn’t had a man in her life. And then there is the whole personality thing. My sister Jennifer is so adventurous and she just loves fun. I know for a fact that she has had at least two threesomes and I also know that she has had sex with women as well as men.

Me on the other hand, well I am little miss sweet and innocent. I’ve never been promiscuous or sexually adventurous. I’ve had very few boyfriends and whilst I am not a virgin, you can count my sexual experiences on one hand. I lost my virginity to my first serious boyfriend and that was three years ago when I was seventeen. Since then I have only dated a couple of other guys.

So the idea that I could suddenly transform myself into a confident, alluring escort is fantasy! At least that’s what I told myself but somehow my sister convinced me otherwise. It wasn’t just the financial rewards that she described, though the idea of being able to get those things I dream of when I check out the latest fashions on the internet was quite appealing. The thing that convinced me was the excitement, the idea that I could be a person so far removed from my normal self, I could play a part and feel that it wasn’t really me, it was another young woman giving pleasure to a stranger.

Of course as my first appointment neared I began to feel nervous. Butterflies invaded my stomach, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. My mouth was dry and my palms were sweaty. I told myself to snap out of it and I began to create my new persona in my head. Sweet and innocent Susan became confident and wild Sarina.

The clothes helped. My sister was away for a dirty weekend with her fella and had given me permission to raid her wardrobe. I couldn’t believe some of the lingerie items I found. I knew Sarah was a vamp but I had no idea just how naughty she really was. At first I thought there was no way that I could wear some of the items but then I told myself it wasn’t Susan it was Sabrina getting dressed and at once I found a different personality take over, a personality that thrived on sex and sexuality. I choose the most outrageous underwear.

Of course I had to wear stockings and suspenders, high heels and a skirt that made the most of my pert behind. I have small but firm breasts and I decided to wear a white silk blouse and go braless. I knew that my hard nipples poking through the delicate fabric would be appreciated. For good measure I tucked a blindfold into my pocket. Who knows what fancy might take me?

The man I was to meet was called Simon. He was an investment banker who spent a lot of his time travelling and he liked to liven up his airport hotel stays by inviting a lady or two to join him for drinks and potential afters. I had already promised Sarah that she would receive no complaints about me. If I was going to do this then I was going the distance. Simon would have the time of his life.

I stepped out of the lift and walked along the cushioned carpeted hallway to the luxury hotel room. Knocking at the door I took the opportunity to tousle my short curly blonde hair, giving me a somewhat ravaged but sexy look. The door opened and I was surprised to find that Simon was a man in his sixties. He still looked in good shape, he was tall and I could tell that he looked after himself. It was a slight shock to my system though as I had never been with a man older than me. My last boyfriend was in fact two years younger than me at eighteen. A slight worry crossed my mind that I would somehow disappoint him: after all he was very experienced and had probably enjoyed a sensual massage from many hot and spicy escorts in the past. I shrugged off the concerns. I looked amazing and what man wouldn’t be happy just being in my company, especially with what I had planned for the evening.

It wasn’t the last time I was to see Simon. After our illicit liaison – I soon discovered that Simon was married but in all honesty that only added to the erotic excitement of it all. I was no longer playing Sabrina, I was Sabrina! In fact, Sarah has discovered a new girl on the block who is even more popular than she is. I’m thinking though of suggesting that we operate as a pair. Can you imagine how many men would clamour for a date with blonde, sexy twins?

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The Escort with a lot to learn

Tanya was only twenty three when she discovered that she liked a particular type of sex. A type of sex that was taboo, well, at least it was taboo in her culture. It had happened by chance. She had picked up a guy at a bar. That wasn’t uncommon for Tanya as she enjoyed meeting strangers and having sex with them. But this guy had been different. Usually she was the one on top. Usually she was the one in control, who decided what positions to get pleasure from, what he would do to her and when, how she would tease and please her man. But not this time, not with Tom, Tom was different.

It had taken her by surprise when Tom undressed and revealed his muscled torso, pectorals twitching and his arms bulging. His upper body was covered in tattoos, the motif death and destruction. There was a look in his eye that impressed her, a confidence that said I am in charge. And she had submitted to him.

Tom had taught Tanya things that she had never dreamed of. All of her inhibitions had been demolished one by one. She realised that she had been quite ‘straight’ in the bedroom as well as ‘straight’ when it came to her sexuality. But that night Tom had taken her through an A to Z of sexual intercourse. And when she thought they were done, Tom would come back for more.

On their third date Tom had asked Tanya to strip naked and lie on a bed, her face in the pillow. Then he had stood and watched her, for what seemed like an eternity. Then the hotel door opened and she heard someone walk in. Low, whispering voices, another woman. When the escort first touched her Tanya had tingled with delight. Tiny sparks of pleasure danced about her toned body. The sensual massage had been wonderful. The whole experience, and the way that Tom orchestrated every aspect of it had left her breathless. She realised that she loved the touch of a woman and a man in control. Being a submissive was the natural next step. And Tom would be her master.

Over the next weeks and months Tom taught Tanya the joy of being a submissive. She took to his instruction with a passion and eagerness that pleased her master. Inch by inch she succumbed to his deepest desires, until at least she was perfect. And then came her final challenge.

Arriving precisely at the appointed hour Tanya sat at the bar and surveyed the room. She had been told that a man would approach her. He would be a stranger. He would be someone looking for a new experience; someone wanting to take things to the limits; and someone who had particular needs. Though Tanya did not know any details of what he enjoyed or how he enjoyed it. She only knew that for tonight she would be an escort with a difference: a girl who would go all the way without limits, without bounds, a woman who would give herself completely without question.

She was dressed as instructed, in a tight black dress, the low cut bodice attracting plenty of male attention along with the revealing split to the top of her thigh. Her hair was up and her lips were heavily rouged. Dark eye make-up added to her allure and of course she wore the essential stiletto heels. One by one men approached her and she fended them off with an indifferent shrug. When her client arrived she would know.

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They were paper thin walls and I could hear them going at it like rabbits. It was quite the turn on, but when I stepped into the hallway of the hotel and my wife came out of the room next door it didn’t seem quite so arousing!

I secretly meet up with escorts. Have been doing so for years. It’s not that I am unsatisfied with my wife. She gives as good a massage as anyone. But, well, who wants to eat the same food every day for the rest of the life? And given we have been married some thirty years she isn’t in the full bloom of youth anymore. Sorry to say it but that is the truth. Well, in my experience variety is everything they say it is and I like to spice up things by seeing sexy girls from a local escort agency. I’ve had some amazing times and well, there’s no damage done is there? It’s like people say, what she doesn’t know doesn’t hurt her! But the tables were well and truly turned on me let me tell you, big time!

Having told the missus I was off down the pub for a couple of beers with the lads I duly took me self to a fancy hotel a couple of miles away for my weekly rendezvous with a busty escort. I’m a legs man myself and the agency I deal with has some really stunning long legged girls from Eastern Europe. Throw in some blonde hair and a pert behind and I am in heaven, every Saturday night!

This week I was meeting Mischa, a lovely lady from Poland with the most amazing body and if her profile was anything to go by a really adventurous side to her. I love confident, naughty young women and she sounded perfect. And when she turned up she was everything I thought she would be and more. But, half way through our encounter and just as Mischa was warming me up for a massage I was distracted by the sound of a couple next door clearly having very energetic sex. The woman sounded like she was in the throes of ecstasy as the bed posts banged repeatedly against the wall of my room. Me and Mischa enjoyed the thrill of listening in as the couple had a raunchy romp and we almost cheered when the woman screamed out her lover’s name as she enjoyed a full bodied orgasm.

I wish I had left it at that but fifteen minutes later when I heard the door of the couple’s room opening I couldn’t help myself, I just had to see the lady in question. It was curiosity and also a bit of lechery thrown in. She had sounded like such a sex machine I just had to confirm the image I had drawn in my mind which I just knew would fuel my fantasy for some time to come. Big mistake! I was stripped down to my underpants when I quietly unlocked my hotel room door and peered around the corner towards the retreating couple who were heading for the lift.

I know my wife’s rear. And I also know my best friend when I see him.

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I have a bad back and so when I asked a friend if he knew someone who could give me a good massage little did I know he had given me the telephone number of an escort agency. That was fine, until my wife checked my phone.

I’d like to think that I can take a joke. Given that I have a reputation as something of a prankster it wouldn’t be right if I got all moody and sulky if anyone had a laugh at my expense. But how could I be happy when someone’s practical joke has led to me being banished from the marital bed and consigned to the sofa?

It all started innocently enough. I was down at the pub enjoying a few pints with my mates when I happened to mention that I was suffering from a bit of back pain, after pulling a muscle at work. I’m a builder and I often have to lift or carry heavy materials and as soon as I picked up the lintel I knew I was in trouble. I wasn’t warmed up, simple. But man was I suffering every time I sat down or got up off the bar stool.

My mates thought it was hilarious, especially my former best pal Keith. Keith was mad at me because I set him up on a date and I hired a transvestite to turn up as ‘sexy Susie’. I’ve never laughed so much in my life but for some reason he didn’t see the funny side. He’s hardly spoken to me since.

Anyway to my surprise Keith was the first to pipe up when I asked if anyone knew of a good masseur who could ease my back trouble. He immediately gave me a number and suggested that I ask for a girl called Holly. I said thanks and that was that, I called Holly. I was a little suspicious when Keith whispered something to the lads and they all burst out laughing but I put it to the back of my mind assuming Keith was making a joke about my sex life or lack of given my problems.

I got through to the massage agency right away and within minutes Holly was on the line asking me about arrangements and what I would like. It all seemed pretty professional to be honest and I just told her that I really needed a good seeing to and that it had been a while since I’d been able to get up to anything, what with the pain. She sounded really sympathetic and suggested that we get together because she was sure that she could sort me out. I asked where she was based and I would pop around but she explained that she was outcall only. I wasn’t sure if my wife would appreciate me getting a massage from a sexy girl in our own home – I distinctly got the impression on the phone that Holly was a ‘looker’ and my wife is the jealous type - so I asked if she was amenable to a session in a hotel and to my surprise she said that would be fabulous. I said I would text the room number as soon as I had booked and that was that.

Well, Holly duly turned up at the appointed hour and I immediately realised why Keith had all of the guys in stitches: Holly was an escort. But boy was she beautiful, stunning and oh so sexy. She looked amazing in her short skirt and high heels and even with a coat on I could tell that she had a sensational body. What was I to do? Well, I invited her into the room of course. And I tell you what, when Holly had finished with me there was a smile on my face and my back felt just great!

If it had all ended there that would have been ok. But you see Keith wanted his revenge. And so he told my wife that he saw me get a number from a girl in the pub. She checked my phone. The rest as they say is history. Do I mind being in the doghouse? Not one bit. In fact I am seeing Holly later tonight. And she is bringing her friend Amy with her…

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I had to spend the night in a cupboard when his wife turned up unannounced!

He didn’t tell me he was married. There was no wedding band, no photographs about the house and no sign of a woman’s touch. But he was married as I found to my cost when we were enjoying a particularly intimate moment in his bedroom and we heard the key turn in the lock.

The look on his face was priceless, a mixture of panic and real fear. I didn’t understand at first and I asked him what the matter was but he just kept mumbling under his breath and cursing. I’ve never seen a man get dressed so quickly but I didn’t see any reason to rush, until he grabbed me by the arm and begged me to do him a really big favour. I agreed and so it came to be that I spent an entire night in a broom cupboard listening to my date for the evening – I am an escort by the way – having hot, passionate and noisy sex with his wife only a few feet away from me.

To be honest it was quite a turn on listening to the couple and so I was a little naughty, opening the cupboard door a few inches, just enough for me to be able to watch. I’m a visual kind of girl and the view of the couple getting it on was really exciting. I decided to film them on my mobile phone and that almost gave the game away because a light came on. I quickly ditched the camera idea and just enjoyed the event real time instead. As an escort I am a firm believer in discretion but then again, it wasn’t my idea to be in a broom cupboard. I would be well paid of course. As anyone knows an escort for an hour or two is fantastic value pound for pound. I mean, how many guys get to enjoy extra special attention from a gorgeous girl? If you were dating someone it would cost just as much by the time you factor in a meal, some drinks and a cab. But if you book an escort for an entire evening you need to be minted, I admit it. And my boy had better be seriously loaded because he wanted me to stay a whole eight hours in an uncomfortable space and leave in the morning after his wife went to work.

As it happens his wife was a nurse and had an early shift. I would have thought she was a sex worker because she was such an animal in bed, but know she worked in accident and emergency. As a bi-sexual escort I enjoy the company of women as well as men and I wouldn’t have minded an hour or two with her myself. Anyway, she left around seven in the morning and I emerged from my room and collected my money. But then he asked me if I had another couple of hours free as it would be a shame not to carry on where we left off the night before. I wasn’t doing anything so I thought why not. I still had images of him and his wife naked and enjoying a full on sex session so there was a little bit of pent up desire within me that I needed to take care of. He got the best sensual massage of his life that morning I assure you!

They were wild, they were wanton and they were willing!

There are girls who can chew a man up and spit him out. They can give him the best of times and they can break his heart. The wild ones can make you feel really alive, but can destroy your dreams. I know, because I have just spent a long, raucous, raunchy and sexually satisfying weekend with not one wild child but two!

I met Hermione and Charlotte at a local pub. They were posh totty on the pull and had a thing for working men. It was like some kind of game for them, coming across all lardy da and upper crust but revelling in the company of rough men like me who know how to handle a confident and sassy woman. Well, at least I thought I did. Hermione and Charlotte taught me different.

Charlotte was a classical beauty, tall, slim, leggy, all Rosie Huntingdon Whitely. Hermione was petite, feisty, a redhead. She liked to show off her amazing figure in tight jeans and high heels, a crop top making the most of her best asset, her amazingly toned stomach. The girls acted as though they were intimate with each other but that was just part of the act, getting all the guys turned on. Of course I knew that two well educated, well-spoken and well to do twenty somethings like these two would not be interested in any long term thing with a guy like me, but then who cares? If I could enjoy a threesome with a couple of nubile and naughty young women then who was to blame me?

What followed was a sensual romp across the city, punctuated by parties here, there and everywhere. And each party was an absolute blast though the girls often disappeared for half an hour at a time and I began to be suspicious. At each party I was introduced by a different name and a different occupation. At party A I was Rob, ex SAS. At party B I was Jim, head bouncer at a local club. At party C I was Stevo, bodyguard to the rich and famous. I thought it was funny at first but once the pattern was established, new party, introductions, girls disappeared, I became rather irritated by it all and so I confronted them. At what point was I going to join in with the fun?

When the wad of fifty pound notes was thrust into my hand mid diatribe I suddenly realised what had been going on. I should have known that the girls were high class escorts! I mean it was obvious! They were drop dead gorgeous, refined, sexy, fun loving and up for anything! I mean these girls were red hot sex on a stick amazing! Of course the revelation that they were escorts brought it all home to me. They didn’t frequent my pub because they wanted a bit of rough, they visited it to find someone who could pose as muscle! Well, I made it clear that they should have been upfront with me. I would have said more but at that point we stopped at another house and before I could object they had whisked me inside. To my surprise there was no party. Just me, the girls and a penthouse flat with the biggest bed I had ever seen. All that was left to do was to enjoy the many delights on offer…