Review of my latest visit to see Lucy. It's a full cut-and-paste job from the AW field report I submitted, as I'm bit of a completist.
Escort: Horny Lucy
AW Link: External Link/Members OnlyWebsite: External Link/Members OnlyTwitter: External Link/Members OnlyLocation: Earls Court
Date: August
Duration: 1 hour
Donation: £130
Venue:A charming, period apartment in South Kensington with modern ensuit bathroom and shower facilities, roughly 5 minutes walk from either Earls Court or Gloucester Road tube stations depending on your trajectory. If you had a day job down the road at Fulham FC and drove a Bentley GT, you would probably park it outside an impressive property like this one
(a dingy backstreet flat with grotty bathroom this most definitely is not). The flat is spotlessly clean, immaculately furnishd and well equipped for erotic exploits. The full length mirrors, for example, are particularly useful.
Services:French Maid fantasy role-play/bedroom farce with a slant towards female domination/male submission. This was my second time with Lucy. As before I emailed her a detailed role-play scenario in advance, entitled
‘The French Maid and the Feather Duster Part 1' and she agreed upon return. I encouraged Lucy to bring her own surprises to the party as she can be quite creative at times. When I arrived she greeted me in civilian clothing and then dressed for the part while I showered, so as not to spoil the visual treat before the fun began.
Physical:Lucy's gorgeous figure has wow factor and grabs your attention from the off. However, once she peels her kit off you soon realise that owning just one pair of hands is not enough to take full advantage of what's on offer: cute little feet, lovely long legs that vanish over the horizon, a fantastic juicy arse, a nicely trimmed, hairy pussy you'll want to lose yourself in for hours, big 34G enhanced boobs
(soft and firm like a stress ball instead of rock hard and gravity defying) and soft brown/highlighted shoulder length hair which feels great when she's swishing it all over you.
Personality: Lucy is so sexy and so naughty but yet ever so lovely and friendly. She has the curves and the personality all in one – the perfect combination for a playful bedroom companion. She's seductive, intelligent, charming, has a wonderful, wicked sense of humour and is immense fun to be in the company of. Her booking communications were prompt and professional as always, hassle-free and with no messing about. I tend to book several weeks in advance and Lucy is always happy with that.
The French Maid and the Feather Duster: Act 1I step out of the bathroom, surprised to find Lucy here cleaning. “Hi Lucy, I thought you worked Fridays"? I sit down on the edge of the bed. “I decided to work today instead, plus I wanted to ask you something" she states. Her maid’s uniform has never really caught my attention before, but today she wears it differently, less formal, more alluring - a modified black and white early 19th century French servitude number, with black stockings, hold-ups and high heels.
She walks over and sits on my lap. "Erm ... I'm not sure this is entirely appropriate" I offer. "Why not"? She replies, stroking my face. She tries to kiss me but I turn away "Lucy, please..." She starts nibbling my ear lobe and puts her fingers into my mouth, silencing my protests. I try to push her away, but my hand slips on her leg and I can feel her silky smooth skin. I gentle caress her thigh and our mouths momentarily lock together before I come to my senses and reject her. I sit on the edge of bed and try to regain my composure, but Lucy starts to remove her clothes provocatively in front of me.
She pushes me back onto the bed, removing my towel. "Lucy, what are you doing" I say laughing. "This damp towel needs to go in the wash I think" she offers, smiling innocently. I give in to her advances and her body entwines around me. We start to kiss, tentatively at first, then with more intensity. She strokes my cock and then takes me fully in her hand, gently pulling back and forth. It feels good, but too much too soon. “No Lucy, stop ... please, I plead. "It's OK, she say softly, I understand, just relax".
She produces a bottle of baby oil and I submit to her expertise and lie back while she works her oily hands up and down my shaft. A warm sensation starts to builds up between my legs, but Lucy knows what she's doing and eases off to prolong my pleasure. She oils up her pussy and arse and we lay together, gently stroking and rubbing each others bits. She then takes me in her hand again, inserts an oily finger where the sun doesn’t shine and proceeds to bring me off until I can't hold it in any longer and there's spunk all over my belly. It’s OK" Lucy offers, "I’ll clean up, it's my job after all, just relax".
The French Maid and the Feather Duster: Act 2"You know actually that really wasn't very fair". "I work really hard to please you and you just lie there and let me do all the work", she says, shifting position so that she’s squatting over my face. I begin to kiss and suck around her labia and she responds by offering 69, waving her bum in front of my face like a bitch on heat. And like a randy dog I begin sniffing her rear and tasting her wonderful musky scent, nudging her pert bum hole with my nose as I flick my tongue over her sex while caressing her oily bum cheeks.
"That's better" she says, taking charge. "You see how this works", you do for me and I'll do for you". Lucy mirrors my actions at the other end, gently kissing and licking my cock and as find my enthusiasm for eating her pussy she ups her oral game too. I gently slip the tip of my finger into her bum hole "Oh, yeah, that's nice, "How about you do that to me while you fuck me up against the wall?" “You want to pull my hair also while you do me”? "Then ask for it, baby". "Beg me for it". "Down on your knees between my legs and beg for it". I do as instructed. Lucy wraps her legs tightly around my neck and repeats her demands again. I beg for the sex, but Lucy wants more oral action first.
The French Maid and the Feather Duster: Act 3Lucy assumes a spread eagle position against the wall and motions for me to join her. I duly oblige. She guides me into her and I begin fucking her gently, pulling her hair back so that we make eye contact in the mirror, "Oooh, that's it, now use your finger" she purrs. Again I gently insert the tip of my finger into her bum and Lucy makes all the right noises. We go at it some more and I can suddenly feel something soft between by legs. Lucy is using her dusting stick to tickle my balls. The feeling makes me giddy, I’m having what is probably the best sex ever and we continue to fuck and stimulate each other deliciously until I can’t take any more.
We lay on the bed afterwards, me exhausted, Lucy curiously calm as if she has barely broken into a sweat. "So, erm ... what did you want to ask me Luce"? "Well", she says, frowning at her duster in the same way an loss adjuster frowns at an insurance write-off. "I take care of all your house cleaning needs; can I not take care of your personal needs also?" she offers. "OK, perhaps we should make time next week for a reappraisal of your duties here", I offer. “OK”, she agrees, "I'll see you next Wednesday".
The end ... sort of ...
Lucy's Fantasy Act 1: My fantasy role-play is over, but Lucy is clearly a bit miffed. “You know it’s still not fair that you get to cum all the time”, she protests. “Now I think I'll have my fantasy, no”? Having done a quick time check I’m mortified by how overrun our session is. I booked an hour because I had a social event to attend afterwards and I was now bordering somewhere between fashionably late and damn-right rude late. However, how could I deny Lucy her fun? My pecker was still down and out for the count. Lucy administers more heavenly oral and hand relief until I’m hard again, followed by more 69. She then hammers me into the bed with furious cowgirl and reverse cowgirl until I'm spent for a third time.
Afterward:My poor time keeping amuses Lucy’s mischievous, playful nature. She disappears to find me a fresh towel while I take a shower and then reappears, ties up her hair, steps into the shower and with big cheeky grins on both our faces we soap each other up and shower together. She soon gets frisky again, wrapping the shower hose around my cock, pushing me against the wall and kissing and fondling me until I’m hard again. She then suggests that we go back into the bedroom and fuck some more. But I’m seriously, proper late now and like a cold heartless cad I simply have to reject her advances.
I get dressed and Lucy throws on a skimpy leopard print dressing gown that barely covers her generous curves, leaving it untied and wide open for me to take in the view. I pause in a moment of weakness. Introducing a new outfit at this late stage really isn't fair and then she’s instantly all over me again, begging to see if she can make me cum for a 4th time, but I really can't stop, I’m so, so, so late. Somewhat reluctantly Lucy releases me, but not until after one last passionate embrace. I walk out the door and down the hallway, trying my hardest to ignore Lucy's last desperate plea to get me back inside. I appreciate the sentiment and see it for what it is, but it's the little things like this that ensure I step back into reality with a grin on my face that will probably take 2-3 days to subside.
Overall: A few weeks ago Lucy was my demanding, dominating mistress bitch from hell, braking in a new sex slave. Today, she was my fantasy French Maid with the feather duster. Once again she worked the role-play well, satisfied my needs, demanded I then satisfy her own interests as an aside to the main event, and then tried to pin me down for even more fun as I was ready to walk out the door. It's this extremely high level of personal service that will keep me returning again ad infinitum.
As ever ...
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