Caprice, the cute brunette escort

"Caprice. Caprice. Caprice."

I screamed to my friend who stood beside me, as we marched outside. For better context, let’s back up a bit.

“I think I’m up for a cute brunette tonight.” He said to me.

“There is just something about brunettes that gives me the hots.”

We stood in Kensington Garden talking as I listened to his preferred escort. A few minutes ago I had told him about Sin Lips London escort agency for the first time, and how they had the most elegant models London had ever seen.

“I would prefer if she wasn’t petite” he continued. “But that’s not really a necessity rather what is absolutely necessary is that she must be busty. You know me, bruv. I love them big milkers and she could have a nice bum for good measure”

Tall girl. Big boobs. Nice bum. Brunette. I had a name for him and bruv was he in for a fantastic night with her.

“Caprice. Caprice. Caprice.” I screamed out to him almost shocking him.

“You should absolutely check out Caprice. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

“She is up there with the best brunette escorts London has ever seen. She is simply wonderful.”

I remember the very first time I booked Caprice. Of course, how can I forget that night as we got to the hotel she asked me to take off my clothes. I nodded, kicked off my jeans and shoes, and lay down on the floor. Caprice laid down flat on the floor between my legs and put my cock in her mouth. I lifted my legs off the ground and wrapped them around her head, my thighs gripping her ears, and her eyes looked at me, huge and pleading. Caprice then closed them and pushed down onto my cock, her lips reaching an inch from the base of my shaft again, gagging, unable to go any further, and then I applied pressure with my bent legs, pushing down on the back of her head, and the rest of my cock disappeared into her mouth.

I felt my tip go down the back of her throat, pleasure coursed through me, her body bucked, I held her tight for a second, and then I unwrapped my legs and I felt my dick slide out of her throat as her mouth flew off of it. She looked up at me, saliva dripping from her mouth, and she laughed, her hands going to work my now soaking-wet cock.

I shrugged.

“Nice.”

She looked deeply at me for a split second and then plunged back down onto my dick, trying to get all the way to the base again, and I wrapped my legs around her head again and twisted us both so we were lying on our sides. I grabbed hold of the coffee table in front of me and started pumping my hips, fucking her face, thrusting deep into her throat. Moans emanated from her, punctuated by the thrusts of my cock. I loosened my legs and she pulled it out of her mouth with another deep gasp, and she raised her hands and started jerking me off furiously, breathing deeply.

When she had appropriately recovered, she took it back in her mouth, I tightened my legs, and I fucked her throat again. Caprice’s eyes were shut tight, mascara pooling all around them, her lips wrapped around the base of my shaft. When I next pulled out she looked up at me, her eyes raccoon-ringed.

“I’m gonna come all over your face,” I said.

She didn’t question it, just nodded. I took my legs off of her and got to my feet. She rose to her knees in front of me. I grabbed her hair with my left hand and held it tightly behind her head, pulling her head back, and I started jacking off, her gorgeous hazel eyes fixed on me, her neck arched, her jaw clenched.

“I can’t wait to feel your hot cum on my face,” she said.

I looked down her chest, over her 34DD, down her belly, to where her hands lay between her legs bent underneath her, her boots still on. I looked back at her face, starting to feel the orgasm at the base of my cock.

“I loved having your dick down my throat. It was so big.”

I looked at her brown eyes, at her pouty lips, and remembered what it had felt like fucking her face.

“I can’t wait to put it back in my mouth and suck it dry.”

And I came, first in a big spurt that landed up her cheek and across her forehead and into her hair, and then more ropes across her face, one going rogue over her head and onto the floor behind her. Caprice closed her eyes, cum dripping down over her eyebrows, and she smiled and licked her lips. Then she wiped her eyes and looked up at me, and my pleasure spiked at the sight of her drenched in my cum.

She opened her mouth and took my dick back into it, I buzzed all over, and she kept her eyes fixed on me as she licked all around the head and sucked it slowly, tugging on my shaft with one hand. The pleasure was overpowering and I had to will myself to stay standing and watch her work. She finally popped it out of her mouth, I collapsed onto the couch, and she sat on the floor, breathing heavily.

“I’m gonna have to keep you around,” I said. “You’re a lot of fun.” Since then I have booked her for lots and loads of fun.

“Hey. Hey.” My friend said interrupting my thoughts.

“As I was saying she is simply wonderful and you would definitely enjoy her.” I returned to reality.

“Yeah.” He said to me. “You don’t have to hype anyone up. She might be good but calling her one of the best London has ever seen is simply absurd.”

“I’m serious, bruv” I pushed on. “If she is not the best escort you have been with then I give you £1000 but if she blows your mind then you owe me £1000. Do you accept?”

“Deal.” He agreed. “Now tell me more about her.”

“Where do I even begin?” I asked him. “everything about her is simply perfect.”

“You could start from her breasts.” He said.

“Bruv, her 34DD boobs are to die for, they go just perfectly with her tall figure. I recommend you look into her luscious brown eyes as you suck on those perfect titties, I think they might be enhanced tho because they are just too perfect.” I paused for a moment but I think by now he had bought into her because I could see a little movement in his trousers as I described her breasts.

“Tell me more.” He was getting desperate now. “Where is she from?”

“She says she is Eastern European but doesn’t know the exact country,” I said. “She is Caucasian and should be around 27.” He looked at me with a look of desperation “I just hope you have booked her because I want her immediately.”

“I got you, bruv” I replied. “I got her contact from Sin Lips escort agency a while back and she is available now. Get in the car, she stays at Gloucester Road.”

“Gloucester Road?” He asked. “It’s not that far. Let’s get going.” As we got into my car, it was a silent ride at first as he looked occupied with his thoughts, probably thoughts of Caprice.

“So tell me about her services.” He said finally breaking the silence.

“You can do pretty much anything with her. I have personally gotten a deep throat and deep French kiss, I have cum on her mouth, face, and even her body. That aside you know I have a foot fetish and she doesn’t mind doing fetishes with you like handcuffs, humiliation, light domination, and more. She should have her full service listed on the Sin Lips escort agency site but recommend the strip tease and the 69. Especially the 69.”

We drove the rest of the trip in silence until we got to the location and I dropped him off and headed home. That night as I lay on my bed trying to sleep I received a notification for a £1000 with a text message from my friend saying.

“Thanks, bruv. Caprice is the fucking best escort in London.”