Sylvie walks around the bedroom, wearing only a small pair of black silk knickers and grey suede high-heeled ankle boots. Her long curly brunette main trails down her back. Her breasts are nicely rounded and her nipples hard. Her firm butt looks exquisite in the skimpy knickers and the smooth silk rubs nicely against her shaved vagina.
Bruno lies nude on the floor. His cock is hard and shuddering. He gazes at Sylvie as she runs her hands over her flat stomach and down to her groin.
Sylvie straddles Bruno and squats down on his face. She briefly moves her underwear to one side giving him a glimpse of both her holes.
Sylvie’s feet are bare nestled inside her boots, her moist toes rubbing against her leather insoles. She knows Bruno likes her feet with a sweaty odour.
“Unzip me, honey,” Sylvie says, pointing to her boots.
Bruno reaches over and undoes the zips on the sides of her suede footwear. Sylvie lifts her legs up in turn and frees her feet from her boots. Sylvie takes a moment to enjoy the cool laminate underfoot. Bruno feasts his eyes on her shimmering silver and pink pedicure, gold toe-ring and anklet. She then pushes on one of the feet in his face. Bruno holds it in place and pushes his nose between her toes smelling her sweaty digits. Then her feet start playing with his cock, rubbing the tip of his mushroom helmet.
Sylvie’s legs are either of Bruno’s flat body. He looks up and watches as Sylvie moves her knickers away from her pussy.
“Ready?” She asks.
“Absolutely.”
Sylvie closes her eyes and concentrates. She can feel it coming. Slowly she releases and her pee dribbles out of her vagina, slow at first but then she bursts and gushes. This is exactly what Bruno has been waiting for, her perfect golden shower. As the warm yellow urine runs out of her urethra hitting his chest, he slides down and sticks out his tongue to drink her piss. He loves her taste; his face is covered, it runs down his cheeks, in his ears, and hair. Her warm, sweet nectar soon turns cool. Sylvie rubs her pussy with her dripping knickers as she finishes.
Sylvie then knees down and smothers his face with her piss-soaked underwear. She then pulls off her wet panties so Bruno can dine on her bald snatch, he licks her wet pussy lips and nuzzles in. His face is moist as she rubs her fluid over him. He bites at her clit and she pushes down on him even more. He can barely breathe as Sylvie cums hard. She shrieks and moans as Bruno’s tongue keeps playing with her. She shivers and gets up having had an immense orgasm.
Sylvie slides down the hard, wet, sticky floor to find Bruno’s cock waiting. She kisses his shaft before sucking lightly on his balls. She then takes his cock in her mouth deep to the back of her throat and starts sucking hard. She has mastered a good blow-job technique and knows how to keep him excited without making him cum as she teases and plays with his member. She knows he wants to finish off inside and she won’t deny him that pleasure.
Bruno gets up and moves over to Sylvie pulling her back down. She has a condom in her hand which she rips out of its packet and sits on the tip of Bruno’s knob. She moves down and uses her mouth to unravel it. He moves between her legs and pushes his hard cock into her wet snatch. Her hole sucks him in and he grabs her buttocks to help get him deep.
Sylvie pulls his head towards her, and they kiss passionately. Bruno tastes of her pussy, cum and piss and she of his cock.
Bruno didn’t take long; a few thrusts and he was cumming hard into her snatch. Sylvie pushes her body against his as he goes very red in the face and makes a strange squeaking sound.
His cock falls out of her, he pulls off the full condom, and some of his white milky cum falls off his cock.
“Shower?”
Sylvie pulls Bruno into the bathroom and the pair take a shower together. Tired and spent, Bruno is unable to do anything other than soap up Sylvie’s naked body.
Bruno dries and dresses while Sylvie runs around in a towelling robe tidying up.
“Same time next week?” Bruno quips as he leaves a roll of cash on the table.
“Let me check,” Sylvie replies, she already knew she was supposed to be working elsewhere.
It has been a long twenty-four hours in The Royal Sanctuary Hotel. Bruno is the last of five clients, Sylvie has seen. She has been fucked six times, one guy managed it twice. She wore various kinky, slutty outfits, and had her body kissed, caressed, licked, cum on and slid around in her own piss.
The Royal Sanctuary is the perfect venue. It is in central London, but it is big enough that you could go unnoticed. Day rates are reasonable, especially if you pre-book. The rooms are modern, and the floors are laminate rather than carpet, so they are easy to clean. It is also very accessible. You don’t need a keycard to operate the lifts to get up to the floors, which is important. Sylvie certainly didn’t want to run down the hallways to let guys in.
Sylvie packs her suitcase and puts on some jeans, flats and a blazer. She leaves the hotel room, almost as she found it. She enjoys the fresh air as she walks to the tube station. Blending into the crowd, she could be a businesswoman or a tourist.
‘Short notice but are you free tomorrow?’, her mobile phone pings in her pocket with a WhatsApp.
It’s a regular, Micheal. They have met several times over the past months when he has been in London for business. He pays well and normally wants the afternoon and evening for fucking and dinner. Sylvie always goes to his hotel, he never seems to care about being too discreet. There are never signs of a wedding ring, she assumes he is just lonely and too busy to find someone.
Sylvie Sass now has potential with Bruno next week and Michael tomorrow, but she is only Sylvie Sass, her alter ego a fiery sex worker on her days off and a night a week at Mimosa, a lap dancing club. The rest of the month Sylvie is her true self, Kate Gage a mid-level financial adviser at a top London financial institution.
What started as being some money on the side was becoming much more and she is regularly turning clients away when she is working at the bank. She could go sick, but she has already done that once this month. But she didn’t want to let her regulars down, they may start to go elsewhere.
She could quit her job at the bank and become an escort full-time. The money is certainly better, she would be her own boss. She enjoys sex and her escort clients were way more grateful than the types she met at her day job.
She ponders what to do all the way back home to her flat. She has got used to letting men fuck her. Guys she didn’t know or even in many cases find attractive. Did she want to do that full-time? As she detaches from her clients, their names and faces are already fading. Soon she would lose count anyway.
What about having that amount of sex? She smiles to herself, Sylvie loves that bit, it’s her kink. She has to fake it now and then, but she normally came and enjoys watching guys cum for her. She has become good at making them, edging them to the point they are about to burst, and slowly relieving them.
She thinks about the money, aside from job satisfaction, it is mainly about the money.
The following morning, Kate Gage puts on a husky voice pretends to sneeze a few times and calls in sick, the made-up flue she has lasts a week and allows her to not only fuck Michael’s brains, piss over Bruno but also slip some other punters in as well. Suddenly she isn’t saying ‘no’ to them and ends up with pretty full days.
When Kate Gage returns to work after her fake illness, she immediately goes in to see her boss and hands in her notice. She has done it there is no going back, but Kate knows she can make it on her own.
