It’s My Turn

The last year has been so exciting. I have been able to work in the most glamorous places like Dubai, New York, and Moscow. I never thought in a million years that I would be photographed by world famous photographers. The first time I saw my photo in a magazine, I nearly fainted. I really should be grateful to my mother. I inherited her good looks and she taught me how to make the most of them too. 

When I came to London a few years ago with dreams of a career as a model, I had never imagined I would end up working nearly 24/7 as a nanny to some spoiled kids. I was so sick of the job and I did not have time to go to any casting calls or auditions. One night I was messaging with an old friend from back home and she told me about her work as an escort. The next day, I quit my job and joined her at her agency. I love showing off my body and I especially enjoy attention from men, so it was a perfect fit for me. Even better, I could work whenever I wanted to. The generous tips and gifts made it even better.

Now, here I am, back in London, staying at the poshest South Kensington hotel I have ever been in, and the memories are making me horny as hell. I reclined in my big, lonely, king sized bed sipping on some bubbly and suddenly found myself scrolling through the London Escorts Gallery of one of the most reputable escort agencies in London. I had never worked for them, but it seemed the hottest girls from my agency always ended up there.

I absent mindedly stroked myself through my silky knickers as I started imagining what it would be like to make it with one of the girls. I am bisexual and it has been a long time since I have felt the hot mouth of another woman between my legs. I ran my hands up my body and started playing with my nipples, squirming as I felt them respond and stiffen. As I continued to look at the different escorts available that night, I saw one particularly stunning girl, and let out an involuntary moan. She had big natural tits that I just wanted to lick and suck immediately. It was in that moment, I decided that I was going to arrange a date for myself. I had been working hard. I deserved it. 

After I arranged to have her come see me at my hotel later in the evening, I reached down between my legs and could feel how dripping wet I was. Giggling, I hopped out of bed and headed for the huge luxurious bathroom. I wanted to make sure that I smelled delicious for my date. ‘Mustn’t forget to get my strap on out of my suitcase’, I thought to myself, as I poured the bubble bath and watched the steam rise from the tub.