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Taking it a Step Further

Paul has been treating me so nice lately. He greets me every morning with a kiss and a smile that makes my knees weak. I can tell that he wants me by how his eyes stay focused on mine long after we stop talking. Also, lately he has grown accustomed to letting his hand slide down my back and brushing the back of his hand against my ass cheeks. At first it shocked me and I acted surprised, but when I saw his smile and his eyes gleaming at me like that, all I could do was smile back at him. Elvira obviously does not like the way Paul has been flirting with me these last few days. She has completely stopped talking to me. Working behind the receptions desk and handling all of the store’s clients and business means that she spends a lot of time with Paul, and more importantly, that he trusts her.
But don’t get me wrong. Elvira is a lesbian and her relationship with Paul is strictly professional. My guess is that she feels insulted because Paul is now paying more attention to me than he ever did to her. Tough cookies! I have not given Paul any indication that I don’t like his constant and noticeable flirting. He is the boss, after all, and I can’t be rude to him. Does he sense that I’m a virgin? Is it that obvious? I have not told anyone who works here (in fact, many of my own personal friends don’t know it), yet sometimes I feel like others can sense it just by looking at me.

The Unpreventable Finally Happens

It finally happened. There was nothing I could do to stop it, and I did not really want to stop it. Yes, I know Paul is a married man. But it does not matter because I don’t love him that way. It was simply something that I wanted to do because I was so very turned on by Paul and everything about him. His face, his body, his exquisite taste in clothes, his ability to smooth talk even the most hateful old bitches, his success, and even the way he smells. I admired him so much… and for the first time I found a man sexually arousing.

There is a huge basement with a kitchen where all the employees go to eat and take cigarette breaks. It is usually empty during work hours. Paul has his office right next to the kitchen: a small room with a desk, bathroom and television set. Nothing special, but it was enough for him to fuck me so hard that I had to bite my lips to keep from screaming. We did it on the desk and then on the chair. It hurt a little at first, but by the time I was riding him on the chair the pain had almost completely gone away and I was engulfed in pleasure.

Word Starts To Spread

Elvira hates me. From the minute I walk through the door in the morning I can feel the tension rise. It’s not only her, either, it’s also comes from many of the other employees. If there is one thing I have learned at this job is that gay men can be very spiteful, even more so than women. They think I’m a slut, I know it. But how could they have found out? Paul and I only did it once, and I’m sure nobody saw us. What will happen now? Will I lose my job? I don’t really care about that; I just can’t stand the constant looks of malice… and jealousy?

It happened again. I intentionally took my cigarette break when I knew nobody was downstairs, hoping to maybe get a chance to talk to Paul. Paul waited 5 minutes, and then came downstairs after me. He was in no mood for talking. He grabbed me by the wrist, pulled me into his office and locked the door shut. He turned me around and pulled down my pants. Last time we had sex in his office he hadn’t fucked me from behind. Now I know why men and women love this position so much! He pulled my hair and grabbed me by the hips, pulling my waist down against his crotch, over and over again until he came. Afterwards he didn’t speak a word; he just pulled up his trousers and headed for the bathroom in the office. As for me, I used the employee’s bathroom in the kitchen, but as I was going in two hairdressers were coming down the stairs and saw me with my pants dangling from my hips. How embarrassing!

Me, the Home Wrecker

I finally met Paul’s wife and it was under very awkward circumstances. Being the naïve young girl that I am, I imagined Paul had several mistresses and that his wife was, if anything, indifferent to the fact that he sleeps around. I was wrong. I suspect Elvira told his wife about his fling with me, because when I left work one day there she was, standing next to Paul’s BMW, waiting for me. I tried to act as if I didn’t see her and keep walking on my way, but she stopped me in mid-stride and suggested we have a cup of coffee. It was a very uncomfortable conversation where she did most of the talking. She told me about her family and how I was tearing it apart. She was furious but also came close to tears; she pleaded me not to keep sleeping with him.

The next day I tried talking to Paul but he was always busy. It seemed like his wife had given him an earful and he was now avoiding me like the plague. Elvira, however, kept staring at me throughout the entire day. But she no longer seemed angry. In fact, she looked quite pleased with herself, the bitch! I don’t know if I will ever understand why she hates me so much. I would like to continue working here, but if things continue to go like this for me I will have to start looking for something else. Between my lust for Paul, my hatred for Elvira and the condemnatory stares of my gay co-workers, I don’t think I can take it much longer.

The Peace Treaty

I was determined to keep my job and work in a peaceful atmosphere, so much in fact that I had come up with the perfect idea to help smooth things out between Paul, Elvira and me. If this plan worked out there would be no more hard feelings between us and. I waited for Paul to go down to his office, which he always does about an hour before lunch. I then went over to the reception desk and told Elvira that Paul needed help with something downstairs, that she was needed immediately in his office. I gave them about five minutes then headed down there myself.

When I opened the door to his office, they were both staring at me, dumbfounded. Elvira opened her mouth to say something but I quickly walked up to her and pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her ardently, with more passion than I had ever kissed any man before in my life. I let my hands ride down her body and grabbed her juicy ass. Paul was staring with a wild look on his face, and out of the corner of my eye I could see that his hand was on his crotch, grabbing his growing cock. I let go of Elvira for a minute and got down on my knees. Slowly, I unbuckled Paul’s belt and pulled down his pants. Behind me, Elvira was getting undressed; she had on a very sexy lingerie outfit that looked amazing on her. While I was sucking Paul’s dick, Elvira sat on the desk and started playing with her pussy. When I knew he was hard enough I stood up, turned around and bent over, sticking my face right between Elvira’s legs and pressing my ass against Paul’s hard cock. He fucked me hard from behind and I ate Elvira’s pussy like it was my last meal. I could hear both her and Paul moaning like mad.

Months have gone by and that memory still lingers in my mind like it had happened only yesterday. We never did anything like that again, and to be honest, I don’t think I want to have another lesbian experience any time soon. Threesomes, however, are another story. Elvira and I are not exactly friends, but at least the animosity is gone. As for Paul, he is busy running the beauty salon and if he does any fucking around, he does it far away from his business, which is probably wise of him. I see him staring at me from time to time, with that provocative look he used on me months ago, but unlike before, I never stare back.

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Of course, having an affair rarely worked these days, he knew that much from his work colleagues. The amount of his co workers that had affairs and were consequently discovered was shocking. All this told John was that there were a lot of unhappy people out there and that perhaps monogamy wasn’t a natural human attribute. Who did mate for life these days? He considered this a lot and could only come up with his parents.

Realising that you only have to reason these kind of things with yourself, he made the judgement that if he was to hire an escort girl then it wouldn’t be cheating; and he too could continue his parents’ tradition of monogamy with a clear conscience. Visiting London would be the perfect place to try this out so he arranged to meet an old work friend of his over the weekend and decided that prior to his visit he would book a London escort. He had heard about the escort girls in London before and he’d never heard anything but good reports.

He found a website that organised this sort of thing, it was an agency who told him the girls would be nice and dress to impress, and all the other sort of stuff that you’d expect to find. He was careful to find Knightsbridge escorts because that’s where he was staying; he didn’t want anything to go wrong, and he certainly didn’t want his London escort getting lost trying to locate his hotel. He chose a girl called Flora. Flora was a blonde European escort with a lovely look to her. She had the most gorgeous figure he’d seen in an age and he wondered for a moment why she wasn’t on the front cover of FHM or an equally popular lad’s mag. When he looked at her pictures after making his booking he couldn’t help taking out his cock to have a quick one off the wrist with just the thought of meeting this girl. He was so excited.

When he arrived in London he met up with his old friend and they had a few drinks in the afternoon. No matter how he tried to switch off, just the thought of having an escort waiting for him when he returned to his hotel was something else! He desperately wanted to tell his friend all about it, but he knew that his friend had met his wife and thought her to be a wonderful woman etc etc; the last thing John needed was a moral lecture, and besides he’d already convinced himself that he wasn’t cheating anyway.

The afternoon went slowly and when he arrived at his hotel he had time enough for a quick shower and change before there was a knock at his door. When he opened the door and saw Flora, the Knightsbridge escort standing there looking at him with a big smile on her face he almost wanted to slam the door shut and hide. His heart rate started to rise and it was a while before he realised that he hadn’t even said hello. Flora looked a little confused and asked him if he was alright.

“Yes, of course,” he stuttered, “please do come in; I’m sorry, I was miles away.”

He watched her enter the room and remove her coat. She tossed it onto a nearby chair and turned to look at him. She looked amazing. She was wearing a red dress that was so tight around her gorgeous body that he could see every single curve and bump. This was a real woman. Flora looked like one of those girls from the early years of cinema, all shapely and just how a woman should be; not stick thin and invisible when she turned to the side! This is how he like his women and he was beginning to feel an overwhelming desire to simply take hold of her and squeeze her everywhere.

“So, you’re John,” she said in a slightly broken English accent, “I am very pleased to meet you, and it looks as though you’re pleased to see me too,” she said as she pointed to the growing bulge in his loose trousers. John had neglected to put on any shorts after his shower, choosing only a pair of trousers he slept in.

“Ah,” he said moving closer to her, “you’ve uncovered my secret weapon.” When he said this, although Flora laughed, he felt like an idiot. What an idiot thing to say.

“Perhaps you should take off those trousers John?” suggested Flora with a smile.

John needed no further encouragement, he knew what he came here to do and he was damn sure going to follow it through. His heart rate had actually started to calm a little now that he had finally met Flora, although when he looked over at her as he took off his trousers it soon began to rise again. She turned her back on him and slipped her red dress to the floor like a wet towel. What remained was something so beautiful he could hardly move. He stood there with his mouth wide open and his cock stood out like the flagpole on the exterior of the hotel.

She had on a beautiful pair of seamed, black silk stockings, held up by the most delicate silk suspender straps. The straps curved over her perfectly formed ass and joined a thin, almost visibly breakable suspender belt. Under this she wore a delicate little black thong and when John peered down a little he could see the neat little package her pussy made, tucked up nice and cosy between her legs.

As he looked further up her body he saw that Flora had on a matching bra with tiny silk straps. At the moment he wished to see her from the front she turned round as if she read his mind. He immediately became preoccupied with her enormous tits. They sat there, all milky white and soft in her black lace bra with the silk strap. John couldn’t wait to get his hands on them and he moved forward instinctively, only to trip on his trousers that he’d carelessly forgotten about around his ankles. He picked himself up off the floor and took in the scent of Flora as he rose right in front of her.

As he stood his cock brushed against her pussy and nudged her in the tummy as he brought himself even closer. Flora smiled at him as he put his hands out for her boobs. He looked at her for an indication he could do what he wanted and she nodded her agreement. He took her boobs in his hands and transferred the weight of them from their bra into his grasp. He squeezed them ever so gently and heard Flora allow a little gasp to escape as he started to scoop them out of their carriers.

When he finally got them out he could think of nothing else except fucking them. After he buried his head in them for a minute or so, smelling Flora’s skin and getting close to bursting point between his legs, he lead her onto the floor on the carpet and got her to lay on her back while he straddled her lovely big boobs. He hadn’t had a tit fuck since he was in college and now was the time to do it again.

Flora knew what she was doing and pretty soon she had her delicately soft boobs wrapped around John’s cock as he fucked them nice and slow. John felt amazing. He looked down at what he was doing and it made him feel like some form of King, being allowed to have anything he wanted. Flora smiled up at him and asked him how it felt. This made him even hornier. His wife never asked him things like this when they were having sex; all he ever wanted was to have lots of fun and do it right.

“Are you going to fuck me John?” asked Flora as she struggled for breath due to John banging her chest.

“Hell yes,” he replied enthusiastically. “Will you bend over for me honey?”

He didn’t really have to wait for an answer because as he was getting off her and asking her she was already turning over for him; this was great, he thought to himself, it’s as though this Knightsbridge escort could read minds! She got onto all fours and leaned around with her hand to guide John’s cock into her pussy. John was amazed at how tight and wet she felt. This babe was really up for it, he thought, and this was the only way to have fun in the city.

He looked down and saw her pulling her panties over her ass cheek, and he watched as she slammed herself back onto his hard cock as hard as she could. John thought he was going to explode there and then. He hadn’t even notice her slip a condom onto his cock, and he didn’t really feel the difference; this babe was something else!

Reaching around and bending slightly over her, John was soon hanging onto her lovely big boobs again as he fucked her pussy nice and hard. She gasped and encouraged him to fuck her nice and hard and told him that she wanted him to cum. John could barely hold back any longer and with one last, hard push he emptied his balls. It felt so good coming with his cock inside Flora, and as he did it he felt sure that she shuddered to a delicate climax too; he certainly felt her legs go all tense and her pussy clench around his cock.

They both got up and sat on some rather expensive looking lounge chairs that were by a desk. They sat without speaking for a few minutes and then John asked Flora if she’d like to order room service.

“Yes, I think I would thanks,” she said happily, “we’re in no hurry right? And I thought we might like to do that again in a few minutes.”

“Sure!” Said John, hardly believing his ears. He had a strange notion that this girl would just run away when they’d had sex. When room service arrived they both sat there in dressing gowns enjoying some freshly made sandwiches and a couple of beers. Before long Flora had the urge again and she walked over to the bed and spread her legs wide for John to watch while he finished his drink. He watched as she played with her pussy. It wasn’t long before he was standing to attention again and had another go with his lovely London escort.

John met Flora on several occasions when he was in London, and to this day he still uses London escorts on a regular occasion. His wife knows nothing about what he gets up to, but their marriage is as good as it’s ever been; if not much better!

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Now let it be said here, in the beginning that Agetha was not one to fall for a man easily and it took a lot more than champagne and fine dining to get her full attention when she wasn’t working. She called at her local Sainsbury’s to get some essentials for a morning at home in her apartment: milk, bread and the latest celebrity gossip magazine.

When she approached the self service checkouts, something she hated worse than perhaps a stoning, she heard the man in front of her ranting and raving that he couldn’t get his payment card to work. She sighed to herself and looked around for another checkout to use, but it appeared that everyone wanted bread and milk at that time on a Tuesday morning and she was out of luck.

But then, just as she was beginning to wish she was anywhere else other than this lousy queue, behind this obnoxious prick in front of her, the guy turned around. Well, to say that she was stunned would be an understatement to say the least. This man was like no man she’d ever seen in her life before and to this day she couldn’t explain what it was about it that made him appeal to her. She didn’t believe in love at first site, but she certainly believe in lust at first site, and this is what she was experiencing. This was incredibly rare for Agetha, and considering she’d not long left a hotel where good sex was in plentiful supply it was even more strange that she should be feeling a stirring sensation in between her legs.

He was tall, about six foot three by her reckoning (and she was good at this estimation by now!), slim but not too skinny, dressed in a pair of light coloured jeans and a tight white T-shirt; he was classically what had become known as the guy from the jeans advert in the 1980’s. His body was hot! His face was a little contorted due to his upset with the payment machine in front of him, but still she could see through this and his two days growth of stubble to see a face that wouldn’t look out of place advertising the latest fragrance by Armani.

As soon as the guy noticed Agetha looking at him he calmed instantly as though someone had shot him with a tranquiliser dart directly in the ass. He looked her up and down and a smile grew on his face. Agetha prided herself on her appearance, and because she’d not long left a swanky hotel she’d had time to shower and prepare herself fully. She was wearing the same clothes as she’d had on the night before and these were attracting a lot of attention, not just from the guy in front of her either. She had a evening dress, short and black, and a pair boots that came up to her knees; also black. There wasn’t much more to the outfit, except for the fact that it complimented her 34-24-34 figure perfectly.

She sighed and looked into the guy’s eyes. They were deep and sexy, and after she examined the rest of his face, all she really wanted to do was lean forward and kiss him full on his lovely looking, thick lips.

“Are you having a little trouble?” she asked with a smile that would win the pope.

“Yeah, this god damned machine won’t take my card!” He said in an irritable tone, although he softened a little more towards the end.

“I’ll get them for you if it means we can move along a little quicker,” replied Agetha, not meaning to sound as sarcastic as she did. It didn’t seem to faze the guy though, and he was quite clearly happy in the fact that he was talking to a sexy woman at that time on a Tuesday morning. He was quite clearly a tradesman, wearing a dulled pair of jeans and a worn out shirt. She glanced at his shopping and saw that it consisted of a sausage roll, a packet of crisps and a bottle of juice – tea break!

He fumbled for change in his pocket to pay with cash but proceeded to drop it all on the floor. Agetha had almost forgotten about paying for her things and she was just content looking at him bending over scrambling about for his money; he has a wonderfully tight ass and thick strong, long legs. She decided to get things moving eventually and simply leaned forward over her man collecting his money and paid for his goods with her payment card.

“There you go,” she said cheerfully, “it’s not too bad getting a woman to pay for you, you know.” She laughed as she saw him trying to stand up, only to realise that she was still standing right over him.

When he finally stood he brushed his head past her tummy and her boobs; it must have been an intensely erotic charged moment for them both. He stumbled his words as he found his face no further than a few inches from hers. She wanted to kiss him so much.

“Well…you didn’t need to pay for me,” he stuttered.

“Well you can walk me to the door and be a gentleman in return can’t you?” said Agetha quickly thinking of a reason not to lose this guy back to his building work or whatever else he was planning to do when he’d eaten his sausage roll.

After she’d paid for her bread and milk she walked out of the store with the guy. He was looking at her ass as she walked slightly ahead of him, she could tell because he wasn’t hiding the fact at all.

“So this is me,” he said as he slammed his hand on the side of a large, white transit van. “Thanks for the snack,” he continued as he opened the door, “I don’t suppose…, no it doesn’t matter.”

“I’d like a lift home? Is that what you wanted to ask?” Interrupted Agetha.

“Well as a matter of fact it was, but I can’t blame you,” he said, again looking at her body, although this time her cleavage.

“Yes, I’m a little worn out to tell the truth, you can drop me off nearby if you like,” she said. She jumped into the van without hesitation, leaving the guy standing there wondering if Christmas had come early or not.

They set off through the busy street and she directed him to near where she lived. She didn’t get him to drive directly down her street; she never did this with anyone. Agetha was quite a private girl in many respects and although she did in call escort services and outcall, she used a flat somewhere else in the city for this purpose.

“Just pull up here would you?” she asked him. These were the first words either of them had spoken since she jumped in the van; you could cut the sexual tension in there with a knife. “I feel the need to repay you in some way, you didn’t have to give me a ride,” she said, hoping that he’d take the lead. She was feeling hopelessly horny and wet in the panties.

“Oh no problem at all, I don’t mind. My names Terry by the way,” he said holding out his hand, obviously thinking that he should be gentlemanly and very formal.

“I’m Agetha,” she replied putting out her hand. However, when she was about to shake his hand, in a split second she decided to smack it aside and dive in for a kiss.

She leaned over the seat and stuck her tongue in Terry’s mouth so deep that he almost pulled away. However, it wasn’t long before there were in each other’s arms kissing like they’d been going out for a week or more.

“Do you want to get in the back?” asked Terry, slightly out of breath.

“Hell yes,” replied Agetha looking around the street in which they were parked to see if it was likely they’d get into any trouble.

They climbed over the seat. Agetha was less than impressed with the cleanliness of the van, but all this soon disappeared when she saw her man taking off his grubby shirt to expose his naked chest. She was very impressed with what she saw and instantly moved forward to stroke his pectoral muscles as they twitched beneath her touch.
She allowed him to take off his jeans while she lifted her dress above her head. He was quite clearly impressed with what she had on underneath because he stopped undressing just to look at her. She was wearing a matching set of lingerie, including a basque, small black panties and black silk stockings held up by some lacy straps attached to the basque. He reached out to her and stroked what he could see of her boobs before she released them to his eager grasp. He was in his element and she could see the bulge in his shorts growing bigger and bigger. Without a word she scooped her hand inside and pulled out his cock.

She allowed her boobs to tumble free of her basque as she lowered her head onto his cock. She took him into her mouth slow and easy, and to hear him moan like so many men had moaned for her in the past made her pussy wet like no other. She pushed her hand down her own panties and found her clit, hard and responsive to her touch. She toyed with it slowly as she sucked in his cock, then she pressed harder and harder as she brought herself to a surprisingly fast orgasm.

It was then that he took the lead. He pushed her onto all fours and turned her around. She had her hands on top of a dirty pile of cement sacks and her knees rubbing on the handle of an old shovel or something; she felt her stockings split, but this made her hornier than ever. When he entered her from behind she moved slightly forward and slammed the palm of her hand against the side of the van. She listened closely for about a second in case anyone heard, but couldn’t concentrate for long because this guy’s cock was so big and thick. She moaned as he pushed it into her harder and harder, and what seemed like longer and longer. He slapped her naked ass as he pushed into her and she loved every second of it. This was an area that Agetha liked to be a little adventurous with the right person.

Time seemed to pass in an instant between the first time she came and the second now that she was on her knees with Terry pummelling away at her pussy like he meant to break it. She loved this hard fucking, and when she came she felt as though something was tearing through her lower body and stomach. She virtually collapsed, and just when she thought she might not be able to stay on her knees in order to make her man cum, he pulled out of her, turned her around and demanded that she open her mouth, which she did willingly. It was amazing what Agetha would do when she was caught in the moment, and right at that moment there was nothing more she wanted than to make Terry happy and let him squirt his hot load of cum into her mouth.
He unloaded into her mouth with a moan of delight and a shudder than made the van rock more than when they were fucking. She let him watch her taking it all into her mouth until she’d had enough and then spat it on the floor of the van. He looked on in amazement at her as she smiled up at him.

“Will I see you again?” Asked Terry.

“I don’t know, it all depends on where you buy your mid morning snack and how lucky you are really doesn’t it?” Replied Agetha. She’d satisfied herself now and she wasn’t as hot for a relationship as she was for encounters like this; but you never could tell.

“It isn’t every day that a sexy girl buys your snack and then fucks your brains out!” Said Terry, laughing.

“Well,” said Agetha as she opened the back door of the van, “today isn’t every day is it.

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Worried About what to say to the London Escort?

Well don’t be! It doesn’t matter what you talk about to be perfectly honest, this is one date that you couldn’t mess up if it was you being paid to go on it! You can do pretty much what you want, and believe me, no matter how many times you tell a terrible joke, when you go to the bathroom your London escort will be waiting patiently for you when you return.

Be Yourself

You will often find that having an encounter with a London escort will actually allow you to behave more like yourself; this is simply because you’re paying your date to be there and you know nothing could go wrong; as long as you’re not rude that is (many London escorts have high standards and will not put up with rude men)

When you can behave more naturally you will automatically stop worrying about things like conversation and how you look to the London escort. She isn’t there to judge you on your dress sense, or even give you marks out of ten on your dancing ability or sense of humour; she is there for you because you’re paying her.

Now when you get this concept in your head and your confidence starts to grow, you’ll also see that the London escort you are with also seems much more relaxed around you. Don’t worry it’s not a trick or an act; they do more than likely actually like you. When you get London escorts from elite escort agencies you will find them to be very friendly women who have got time for anyone.

Don’t talk shop!

Whatever you do don’t talk about the escort business. If you want to be relaxed and you want your London escort to be relaxed then don’t bother her about her job and what she does etc etc. You would be bored to tears if she went on all night about the dreadfully boring job you do wouldn’t you?

In fact this could be a general rule of thumb for all dates, whether you’re with a high class escort or not. If you talk about work then you’re simply not relaxing are you. Keep the conversation light and entertaining when you’re on a date. When you’re with an escort, just keep it light, there is absolutely no need to be entertaining; remember you’re paying her.

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What will the Escort Girls do?

Let’s get this straight right from the start of this article, they won’t do exactly what you tell them to! There, we’ve set the record straight immediately. These girls are here to be your escort, not your doll; if you want one of these might we suggest a local sex shop, perhaps in the Soho region of our fine city?

You’ve all seen Austin Powers I presume? Do you remember the fembots? Well, we might very well be able to provide you girls that are as good as, and in many cases better than, these robotic beauties, but they are by no means programmable!

So what can I do with an escort girl

You can basically ask your escort girl if she is prepared to do the things you want her to do and perhaps wear the things you’d like her to wear, but you can’t demand it under any circumstances; and you certainly shouldn’t expect it.

Now, having said all that, you will more than likely find that there is very little you can suggest to a London escort girl that she hasn’t already heard before, and more than likely done or performed. So we wouldn’t want you going away thinking that you’re not going to have fun, because that’s one thing we can safely guarantee! We just don’t want you making any silly presumptions about what these young beauties will do.

Don’t be afraid to ask.

You should never be afraid to ask for something if you really want it, that’s our motto, and if there is something you would like to ask the escort girl when you meet her then we strongly urge you to do so. Don’t be shy, they’ve heard it all and there is no need to worry. The worst that could happen is the London escort you choose saying “no”; this doesn’t mean she won’t do anything with you, and it certainly doesn’t mean that your time has ended, make the most of what you’ve got!

Come back and see us again soon.

Here at London Girlfriends you’ll find us to be very considerate and caring, not just about our girls, but about our clients too. If it wasn’t for you guys out there we wouldn’t have a business and we are well aware of this. If there is anything you need to discuss with us we’re only happy to help you.

We encourage you to come back to us time and time again simply because you may get used to a particular escort girl and have a good relationship with her. Our girls like their regulars a lot and they always seem to treat them extra special!

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You all have a particular fondness towards the more busty escorts out there in London don’t you? Don’t try and deny it, we know because we have some of the best busty escorts in the city and we know how busy they are! We don’t blame you of course, you only like what you like, you are as you were made and there’s no changing that.

But what is it about a huge pair of tits that gets you guys so fired up?

Perhaps it’s the maternal thing. You know, getting back to your mother or something like that? Of course no-one wants to listen to that and we would deny all accusations in this area, but it’s a theory at least.

Personally I’d say it has something to do with the look of them, the way they move, how they feel and how they taste. It’s all those things rolled into one isn’t it? In fact it’s pretty difficult to put into words, but the feeling a guy gets when he places his hands on a pair of boobs, whether it’s through the girl’s clothes or naked, is out of this world. The softness of a pair of real, big tits is something that could never be replicated.

If you see a woman with a big pair of tits walking down the street towards you, it doesn’t matter who you are, it doesn’t matter if you’re the pope, you’re going to look. And for all those women out there reading this, if your man says he isn’t then he’s a fucking liar! Guy’s look at tits because they are an enormously sexual thing; and this is why women will always flaunt them and tease with the right clothes in order to get what they want.

So where can you get your hands on great big tits?

Well you could go out and try to chat up a babe with big boobs if you like. The only trouble with this is the actual chatting up. We’re not saying you couldn’t do it, but what we are saying is that the majority of girls with big boobs out there no exactly what you’re after if you try to chat them up; this is simply because the majority of men can’t take their eyes away from the huge tits in front of them!

So why go through that? You could just hire a Busty Escort. Our London busty escorts are everything you have dreamed about, and not only that, they know what you want before you even meet them so there should be no problem talking directly to their tits when you finally do meet. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to just speak your mind and get what you want all at the same time? Well you can with London Girlfriends folks! Simply check out the gallery and choose the girl with the biggest norks!

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What are the differences between incall and outcall escorts?

It’s a pretty good question for anyone who has entered our site for the first time and never thought about hiring an escort girl before now. There are some people out there you know, don’t be so cynical! This is the place where you’ll get to find out about the two main categories of London escorts out there; not just from this agency but from virtually every escort agency in London.

What is an incall escort?

An incall escort is an escort that you visit. You will be required to go to their place basically. This can be their own home or a flat that they use to work from, perhaps shared with another escort girl, or even maintained by the escort agency.

When you visit these places and hire an elite London escort you can expect absolute discretion and a level of comfort that should be at least a little better than you might expect from an independent escort in her flat. Many elite London escort incall apartments are luxuriously decorated with excellent facilities for you to enjoy such as: showers, Jacuzzis and king sized beds etc

Things to remember when you visit an escort’s apartment

• Don’t treat the place as if it’s your own. This means that you need to wait to be invited to come in, not to put your feet up on the table unless you ask, and to ask to use facilities etc.
• Don’t outstay your welcome. If your time is up then leave; it’s that simple really. If you fail to leave you can be sure that our escort girls have ways in which they can get rid of you in a more unpleasant way. Please consider this.
• If you’re not going to make it or you’re going to be late please call. There are others who would more than likely love to have your appointment so please don’t waste anyone’s time.
• Be nice and polite. This should go without saying, but you’d be surprised just how often people are rude when they shouldn’t be

What is an outcall escort

An outcall escort is an escort who visits you. This is relatively simple. You tell the agency or independent where you live or where you are staying and you arrange a time for the visit. There are a few things you need to consider when hiring an outcall London escort:

• They have to travel so expenses may be higher.
• Don’t be surprised if they arrive with a driver. Don’t worry, this man is here for their security, comfort and protection and he’ll usually wait in the car, hotel lobby, or drive around for a while.
• Make your escort girl feel at home. If you are at home tell them to make the place their own and not to worry. If you are in a hotel then order room service if there is something that they would like to have.
• Treat your escort with the utmost respect. Remember that she has travelled across London to be with you wherever you are, and you owe it to her to be nice when she arrives.
• Don’t expect anything that you haven’t already discussed with your escort girl. If you ask and you are denied, accept this and enjoy your time
• Again, just like with the incall escorts, if you’re going to be late, not in, or you want to cancel, please do so as soon as possible to avoid any inconvenience; and don’t hide when they arrive!

Whichever escort you decide to choose we are certain you’ll have a good time. Go and check out the gallery and make a booking when you’re ready.

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Escort Girls are Human Beings!

You see, it all boils down to you considering the escort girl (or girls) you have hired as human beings with needs and desires. We’re not saying you have to treat them like your wife and ensure that they have an up to date washing machine or a new car each year as well as a full wardrobe of clothes (although our girls wouldn’t complain about that!), what we mean is just identifying that they might want to be spoiled a little.

What can you do for your escort girl?

Well you could start by maybe not meeting them in your hotel room and never going further than that to begin with. Although our girls don’t mind this and they are more than well used to it, they would also like to see the night air and perhaps get something to eat etc.
There is no need for a real expensive place to eat and drink (although the more expensive the better for our elite babes!), anywhere is pretty good, and it beats the inside of a hotel room, or your living room doesn’t it? There are sometimes obviously good reasons to not take an escort girl out and these usually have something to do with the fact that they may have visited you near your home, or you are travelling through London with friends and you don’t want them to know.

Don’t get pushy with our girls

This is going to be another article in the future, but we thought it only fair to tell you about how we feel when someone gets a little too pushy with our young ladies. We care an awful lot about our London Girlfriends and we don’t want them upset in any way, shape or form. If you don’t think you can be well behaved when it comes to our London escorts then we suggest that you try elsewhere. If you want to be pushy and rude perhaps you should stay home with your wife!
Having said all that, we are confident that you will have the time of your life with our girls, and we’ve got enough of them to keep you going for a long time. Make sure you plan all your business trips in London and make your appointments with us pretty soon after! Hope to hear from you soon.

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