Over Excess

After last week’s amusing little escapades, I’ve found myself in a rather interesting situation. The client that ended up with 1 girl instead of the 3 he had planned has decided to compensate for it by throwing something of a little party. He’s booked not one, not two, not three, not four, but five London escort girls. Five. Seriously.

I can feel many of you seething with jealousy right now and honestly I couldn’t believe it myself. It’s just so over indulgent. Why you want that many girls I don’t know. You might think that it would be a blast, and it will be, but there really isn’t much difference between 3 girls and 5. Honestly, it just seems like he’s saying more is better, like most men. Ah well, he is the client after all, and his wishes come first, but honestly…

If we want to be a little bit dirty, let’s look at this way. What are you going to do with those 2 extra pussies? Seriously, you can have one girl on your cock, one on your face, and I guess one on each hand but that’s still only 4. What does the last one do? And do you really want to be crushed under the weight of 4 ladies at once? It’s a sensory overload. 3 girls is so perfect because it lets you have 2 of them interacting with each other whilst you fuck the 3rd. Honestly, you can easily get by with just 2 babes 69’ing whilst you alternate between the one you fuck.

I digress though. It’s what he wants, so we’ve spent this week trying to work out how to make it as hot as possible. Some bi action is definitely going to go down, so we’ve had to find 3 other girls that are into that, which is harder than you think. It’s not something you can fake: either you love burying your face in muff or you don’t. I’m rather fond, having only realised that latent desire in myself recently. Be good boys and I might tell you the story one day, even if it’s not work related.

One thing we are doing for him though, at his request, is wearing matching lingerie. It sounds hot, it is hot and honestly we’re all happy to do it. The problem is actually finding 4 sets of identical underwear in different sizes. I often wonder if men ever think about all the work that goes into their fantasies, the hours we spend in changing rooms, with razors and in front of a mirror.

It’s all worth it though, when you first catch a glimpse of their face. That little o their mouth forms as they take you in is unbelievably satisfying. It makes you feel hot, it makes you feel sexy, it makes you realise just how incredible you really are to them.

We’re all hoping to see it soon. When we come through the doors to his bedroom as 4, all matching and all smokingly hot, we’re looking for that little burst of pleasure. We want him to be utterly blown away, so we’ll pull out all the stops. It’s a lot of work, but seeing the look on his face when it’s all done, a look of pure satisfaction, should hopefully be worth it. If it’s not, I rather suspect I might go on the pull afterwards and take a random guy home, just for his reaction to my forthright sexiness. Slutty I know, but if it makes me happy… 😉