Sipping the Princess of Pop's Prosecco, A Duo with Isabella Love.

Mr L emailed me to request a two hour incall MMF threesome with curvy kinky London girlfriend and professional part time lover, Isabella Love.

He explained that he would like to start fairly relaxed and sensual before having Isabella as a submissive plaything, and divide his time between joining in and watching. He requested to place a collar and lead on Isabella, cuff or hold her hands behind her back, pull her hair, use a vibrator on her, spit roast, use a butt plug on her, and to come on her body.

I contacted Isabella and confirmed she was available and happy with all of the above, collected a deposit from Mr L and our date with destiny was written in the stars.

Isabella arrived early to get ready. Mr L arrived right on time with a bottle of Kylie Minogue Prosecco, strawberries and two envelopes.

Kylie's Prosecco

If I Should be so Lucky to Say Something about Kylie's Prosecco, it would be that I am so happy it has Come into My World. At A Second to Midnight, it was Love at Fist Sight. It left me Spinning Around, but it was Magic. I think I will only ever have One Night Like This. I would 100% recommend, Especially For You. Thanks Kylie. I Can't Get You Out of my Head.

Mr L. Pointed out that Kylie Jenner once tried to trademark the name "Kylie" only to be unceremoniously shut down by Kylie Minogue's legal team. Rightly so. As they say in The Highlander, there can be only one. Obviously this should have been settled out of court, in skimpy bikini armour, on a mountaintop with enormous swords while thunder rolls and lightning strikes all around.

Isabella popped the fizz. Commented on my collection of three unmatched champagne glasses. Each of which once belonged to a set of 4. The 9 fatalities were all knocked flying by stray limbs at different orgies I've hosted. The survivors get to come out and play for threesomes lubricated by fizz. From now on any sessions involving more than three people and we're drinking bubbles out of water glasses. Safer that way. More moving parts plus tiled floor = too hazardous for champagne flutes.

Over a chat to get to know each other and to figure out how Mr L would like the session to play out, we sipped Kylie's prosecco and nibbled strawberries.

Some pleasant preamble later, Mr L adjourned to the shower for ablutions. Isabella and I promised to await his return before any action.

A promise inevitably, and immediately, broken.

Mr L returned to find Isabella on her knees playing hide my sausage in her oesophagus. Sorry. I slipped and accidentally shoved my cock down her throat. Mr L, forgave our transgression, or at least was distracted by having Isabella's perfect tits bouncing towards him as she bounded over for a kiss and cuddle.

Closely followed by myself, inserting myself into their twosome via kissing Isabella's neck from behind and grabbing her boobs.

Mr L and I took turns kissing Isabella and kept our hands busy. She was more than happy to be the centre of attention. My fingers in her panties found her wet with anticipation as to fun and frolics to follow.

Isabella's knees got a good workout on my tiled floor as she alternated between sucking myself and Mr L. She's an incredible cocksucker. Weeps like the heroine in a Spanish soap opera. Sings a sweet song that sounds like a pelican swallowing a gumboot. Loves having her hair held in a firm fist and her head pushed down.

My kinda gal.

Eventually we manhandled her onto the bed. Much more comfortable for her that way. She had absolutely earned one soft bed and two hard cocks.

The collar and cuffs went on and her panties came off. The obligatory high five whilst spit roasting was observed. AKA the Eiffel tower.

Mr L leaned forward to afford himself a view of one of natures greatest spectacles. Me shoving a butt plug up Isabella's tight little asshole.

We flipped her over and applied the Magic wand to Isabella's clit. Submissive girl heaven. Securely cuffed and held down by two pairs of strong manly hands. Penetrated in every hole and forcibly brought to one massive, body shaking orgasm after another via 230 volts of good vibrations until she begged for cum.

Cum delivered by the faceload. In duplicate.

All three champagne glasses somehow survived intact.

Mr L was thrilled. He said he'd been fantasising about MMF for years and despite countless possible iterations of MMF in his porn history and his own imagination, the reality as experienced with Isabella and I was way beyond his expectations. I think that's what he said. He was smiling so much he had trouble getting the words out. He said the words "overwhelmed" and "speechless" about 20 times each in trying to express his feelings. I do love a good review. Especially a review delivered by someone who just came so hard he can barely stand up let alone form full sentences.

Mr L went to wash up and get dressed and Isabella crawled around on the floor gathering up all the cum tissues, condom wrappers, used condoms and strawberry stalks. Good girl.