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…
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