Not too long ago, Mr Z, got in touch with Oz Bigdownunder. He was flying into London from the USA and had requested a submissive female escort to join himself and Oz for a duo session. Oz invited me to the duo and I happily accepted.
The Arrival
The plan was simple: Mr Z would arrive at Heathrow, check into his hotel, freshen up, and we’d meet him at the agreed time. Oz and I shared a taxi to the hotel, arriving just on time. As often happens with long-haul flights, Mr Z’s arrival was delayed. We waited in the lobby, exchanging texts with him as he updated us on his progress. It wasn’t long before a handsome businessman with an unmistakable American accent strolled through the lobby, wheeling his suitcase behind him.
He checked in with ease, and soon we got the all-clear to head up to his room.
Setting the Scene
Mr Z was polite, friendly, and clearly had a plan in mind. After some small talk, he handed us both our envelopes. We each took turns to freshen up. I slipped into a PVC mini dress, something I knew he was eager to see, while Oz and Mr Z got naked.
I laid out the toys I had brought with me on the sofa, and we began to discuss Mr Z’s preferences. We talked openly about what he wanted to see, do, and experience. We negotiated consent and boundaries easily enough—Mr Z had a clear idea of his desires, and although he didn’t consider himself an experienced dom, his communication was confident and thoughtful.
The Fun Begins
It didn’t take long for the atmosphere to shift from casual to intimate. A playful grope here, a teasing slap there, and soon we were ready to dive into the experience.
Mr Z and Oz took turns dominating me, an alternating rhythm of face-fucking and flogging. Three or four strokes of the flogger on my ass followed by deep, firm thrusts into my throat, then they’d swap. The blend of sensations was electrifying, and the dynamic between the three of us felt natural and exciting.
After some time, things escalated. I found myself being spit-roasted, then double-penetrated. My happy place. Getting railed between two big cocks.
Calm at the Brown Eye of the Storm
As the session progressed, it became clear that the long flight and our shared exertions were catching up with Mr Z. At my encouragement, he lay down, enjoying a moment of relaxation while I gave him a nice, deep, sloppy rim job and reach around.
With the hour drawing to a close, I could feel that I had Mr Z right at the edge of the moment of no return. Oz could see this too and had been stroking himself in time with my tender ministrations to Mr Z’s butthole so he was ready to cum at a minutes notice. As the timing aligned perfectly, I kneeled down, requesting they finish on my face. Within moments, they stood over me, jerking themselves off, and soon enough, they both accessorised me with thick strands of pearl necklace.
