Voyeur Duo with Kitty Sinclair

A gentleman I met once before got in contact recently and asked to book a duo session with myself and a female escort of my choice. I chose Kitty.

Sounds like a Pokémon battle already. Kitty was super effective. She's petite, sensual, passionate, giggly, cheeky, naughty, bright and very kinky.

Mr V is a voyeur. He's charming, good looking, courteous, hung like a donkey and an admirably debauched pervert. Loves to watch. He does join in the action too. Difficult not to when the sporting event in question is taking place on a bed which you're lying on with both teams expertly poised astride your body in configurations to best ensure that the spectator gets unobstructed viewing angles inches away from the action.

I seem to have skipped the prelims. OK, rewinding for a slow-mo action replay.

Mr Voyeur arrived right on time. Kitty a few minutes later but no punishment necessary for tardiness. It was raining so traffic on the roads had doubled.

Mr V wasn't in a rush. I got him a drink and we had a chat, got reacquainted and were both very happy when the buzzer went off and a slightly wet Kitty appeared on the intercom.

Mr V took a quick shower and reappeared, suitably undressed for the occasion. Naked. Sporting a semi of impressive proportions.

Kitty had already changed out of something sexy into something even sexier.

I took my own clothes off faster than a speeding Clark Kent in a phonebox and the three of us leapt onto the bed in a single bound.

Kitty may look like an adorable pixie but don't be fooled, she's as much devil as an angel. Knows what she likes and isn't shy about making some noise when she gets it! Get it she did. Orgasms. Ne plus ultra. Lots of ultras.

When she climaxes, her entire body convulses like she's hanging off a clock tower being struck by lightning. Only she's multiple orgasmic so no sooner has she plummeted off the apex of the clock tower than she respawns back to the pinnacle for another zapping.

Administering said orgasms via my cock and a bullet vibrator was endlessly amusing. I allowed only the bare minimum refractory period for recovery after each of her carnal crescendos before resuming my ministrations. I'm going to use the magic wand on her next time. I suspect my ceiling will need mopping afterwards. Can't wait!

That's a thesaurus of orgasm synonyms in the last few paragraphs. Can I please have a publication deal with Mills & Boon?

Here's another quality orgasm synonym. Zenith.

As Marilyn Monroe once didn't say, "If you can't handle me at my nadir, you don't deserve me at my zenith."

Mr V is bisexual and Kitty is very open minded so our contortions were many and varied.

The number of sexual positions attainable for x number of bisexual participants is like one of those geometric series thought experiments to calculate the sum of x number of terms that have a constant ratio between successive terms. Like the chessboard where you put one grain of wheat on the first square, two on the second, four on the third, eight on the fourth etc and keep doubling on every square up to the 64th and end up with over 2,000 times the annual world production of wheat. Whilst we're on the chessboard, it's interesting to note that the number of possible chess game variations is greater than the number of atoms in the universe. AKA the Shannon Number.

My cornucopia runnethd over with infinite possibilities.

If we'd recorded a video from directly above my bed and sped it up about 16x it would have looked like some kind of psychedelic, continuously morphing mandala of intertwining limbs. A sexual warp spasm.

Like this but with more genitalia and fewer sheep.

An enchanting moment in our tender lovemaking arose whereupon I was balls deep in Kitty, she was holding the bullet vibe on her clitty and her head was hanging over the side of the bed where Mr V was gently lowering his scrotum betwixt her adorable rosebud lips. I leaned forward and deepthroated his prodigious schlong. Kitty chortled his balls, I gargled on his meat helmet and Kitty summited the acme of an apex. Not so much a 69 as a 666. The number of the beast with three backs.

A few zeniths later, an extremely wet Kitty arose, pearlescent, from atop my cum proof sheet and tottered away showerwards on very wobbly legs, radiating afterglow and dripping with spunk.

The plan was to meet Mr V again this week for a DP Pornstar experience with Barbie Sins but unfortunately he had to fly out a day early. For fans of cinema of the multiple cocks per orifice gangbang genre, Barbie needs no introduction. She's the world champion! He did send me a nice thank you email and I know he's looking forward to our next threesome as much as I am.