Devilish Threesome Fun

I recently received a very professional and well written email from J's lovely escort booking assistant requesting my attendance as an escort duo partner for J on a hotel outcall.

Afterwards, I asked via her personal assistant for permission to publish a pic and website link but she declined due to rebranding hence name redacted and a picture of a sexy devil instead.

We were to meet with a bi curious gentleman at a very nice five star boutique hotel in Belgravia.

I hadn't met J before so when I arrived at the hotel and there was a stunning young blonde woman waiting for the lifts I held my breath, crossed my fingers and hoped that this angelic beauty was in fact J. Then she smiled at me as I held to lift doors for her and I was forced to revise the angelic part.

Definitely a devilish streak there. Angels don't radiate that level of sex appeal.

She pressed the button for the same floor I was heading to. 99% sure she's J. We exited the lift. Ladies first naturally. Checking out her ass. Magnificent. She turned in the direction of the signs pointing to our clients room. Had to be J. "J?" "Yes! Ozzy? I was hoping that was you!"

Instaboner.

J had the room key.

Our gentleman was waiting downstairs in the bar for J and I to get acquainted and for her to change into his requested outfit. A black latex mini dress.

J is smart, well spoken, very cheerful, sweet, friendly and easy to talk to. We found ourselves immediately at ease with each other and enjoying each other's company. I broke out my very best chivalry and offered to lube her up (to get her into the latex) but she's already almost in it via a well practised and exceedingly gymnastic manoeuvre which I observed with cool nonchalance (I lie. I may have had my tongue hanging out).

Looking porntastically sexalicious in the latex, J hops on the bed with me. Feline grace. She looked at me like she's about to pounce and tear my clothes off.

On cue our gentleman entered.

Quite a gentle soft spoken man. Shy and very nervous at first. He'd waited decades to satisfy his bi curiosity. Fortunately, he'd chosen an exceptional duo for the occasion.

He's fit and good looking. Moves like an athlete. The first thing he said to us was. "I can't believe you two only just met." Me neither. He excused himself to take a shower and withdrew to the all glass bathroom. The shower was facing out onto the bed so he had a perfect view of J and I.

Quickest shower ever. Rejoining us post haste he approached the bed and then hesitated, unsure what to do next. I'm told I have a calming effect on nervous people. I can be very soothing and always know when a delicate touch is needed. J has the same skill and between us (literally) we soon banished his nerves.

His request prior to meeting with us, other than the latex, was for a hot, bi, threesome sex session culminating in my cum shot in J's mouth and a deep French kiss from her to him, then for him to be lucky last to cum.

Hot is an understatement. It was a raging inferno of blast furnace, arc welder, volcanic magma hot sex. I waterboarded J with cum and he practically dove head-first down her throat kissing her with the passion of a man who's had an unrequited lust for cum since the days of discmen and happy pants.

The other day I overheard two non native English speaking girls gossiping about their boyfriends on the way out of the tube station. One said something about when he goes under. Confused pause. "goes down! I mean goes down!" I turned and smiled. Fits of giggles all round. Alas, we got separated in the crowd so I never found out what he does when he goes under.

Looks like he has the Kaiser's moustache?

Flops on his belly and makes whale noises?

Has a look of pure childlike joy in his eyes. Like spongebob?

I guess I'll never know.