I'm so sorry. The collapse of the Greenland ice sheet. Glaciers melting in Antarctica. Methane emissions from the permafrost in Siberia. All these are contributing to rising sea levels. Given this, it was entirely reckless of me to book these two. When the dome of St Pauls disappears underwater, you can blame me.
Let me explain.
Where: a hotel not far from that dome of St Pauls.
When: March 2023
The Ladies:
External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyTime/Cost: Approx 1.4 k including dinner and drinks, at the ladies' advertised 4 hour rate.
KDD needs no further comment from me. Daisy is pretty much as you see on her profile - Rubenesque with big blowjob lips and massive boobs. She's lovely, chatty, quite tall, very Essex. She's one of those people who asks a question and then asks another question halfway through your answer. In some people this can be infuriating, but it's obvious that Daisy a) is extremely curious and b) has no filter between her brain and her mouth. She's only interrupting because another interesting question has popped into her head. I found her charming.
And wet. But more of that later.
The DinnerI tend to avoid 'boutique' hotels. You know, the ones with decor out of Better Home and Garden, and a slightly-up-their-own-arse air. I'd booked this one simply because it had a couple of accessible rooms, and I couldn't find anywhere cheaper close to where I needed to be the next morning.
But it was delightful, and even better the in-hotel restaurant had moved beyond the usual copy-and-paste hotel food menu, and styled itself and its food on a French brasserie. I love French brasseries.
The ladies arrived in good time, dropped their bags amd coats in my room and we headed for the restaurant. We drank wine. We ate delicious food. We chatted, and laughed, and flirted, and gossiped about other escorts we knew. KDD and I did our best to answer Daisy's entire-series-of-The-Chase's worth of questions. They politely pretended not to notice when I spilled boeuf bourguignon down my shirt. God, I love it when this part of a meet goes well. It makes the whole experience much more rewarding.
"Would you like some water?" asked the waiter. Little did he know.
The BedroomDaisy was wet. The door to the room had just clicked shut, and we were snogging with my hand between her legs. She is naturally submissive - not in the cerebral, anticipatory way, but instinctively to dominant play.
KDD and I have double-dommed before, and easily slip into the role. We decide to begin by putting a plug in Daisy. Her labia are already glistening like beech leaves after a summer thunderstorm. I begin to finger her, which turns into a fisting in under half a minute. The three of us lick her wetness dripping off my fingers.
I go down on both ladies, and my life briefly flashes before my eyes as Daisy grabs my head and grinds against my tongue. I make a mental note to bring a snorkel and mask next time.
At one point KDD made her own contribution to the ecological catastrophe by squirting all over my crotch while riding. I wonder how much the hotel might charge me for ruining the duvet.
At another point, with Daisy on top (God those tits are hypnotic) I jokingly suggest to a strapon-wearing KDD that we should double-vag her. Now I know this is an extremely difficult position that requires training, practice, and three people who are biologically compatible.
KDD slips straight in.
Daisy makes a noise that I do not believe I've ever heard a human being make before.
Then she begins to grind back against us both, yelling "OH MY GO....TWO COCKS IN MY PU....NEVER HAD THA...CUMMING!"
I feel her wetness run down my balls. I consider calling reception for more towels, and imagne the conversation. "How many towels would you like, sir?" "All of them."
For cumming without permission we banish her to the armchair across the room while KDD and I get on with inserting tongues and fingers into places for which evolution did not design them. We are interrupted in our endeavours by a "schlik..schlik...schlik" noise. Daisy is so wet we can hear her masturbating from the other side of the room.
I'm not going to labour the point. I very much enjoyed meeting Daisy. You could tell, couldn't you?
Nor do I want to underplay KDD's part. She displayed the customary mix of intelligence, playfulness, charm, acting skills, unreserved sexuality and sheer flith that makes her simply the best at what she does. She is one of a kind and deserves her stellar reputation. Ancient Greek heroes used to boast of having known Achilles. Old men in blazers at Lord's reminisce mistily of Bradman and Hutton. You and I, gentle reader, will be able to boast to our indifferent descendents that "I punted KDD!".
The EndingEventually the ladies dressed and we said our goodbyes as the sirens of pump engines blared and the Embankment echoed to the sound of lorries bringing sandbags to hold back the rapidly rising Thames.
I lay back on the (somewhat clammy) sheets and waited for the end of the world. I got into bed and turned off the lights. I said some words to the close and holy darkness. And then I slept.
Topic: Outcall - MissKDD and xxxDaisy - Punting the Apocalypse (Read 1462 times)
