For single women, dating can be an exhausting experience. It is five times worse for those born into the upper echelons of society as the female of the species is expected to remain true to her class. But women are women and have equal sexual needs as much as men, even if it means seeking solace with some imaginative roleplay. That sheer frustration may explain why those born into aristocracy might seek out male escorts.

Some ladies would also like to be able to fulfill their darkest desires in a more conventional setting. Many of those ladies opt for male escort fantasies to make their dreams come true. Finding a male escort that provides sexual services is a great way to try out new kinks that one hasn’t dared to try yet, but has always wanted to explore, which is where I come in.

I was well known in certain circles, being single, well off, possessing a suave manner, and particularly known to be a snappy dresser. I stood a tad over six feet tall with dark hair down to mid-length and normally had just the precise amount of 'five o’clock shadow.' I played the field with my pick of up-and-coming debutantes, heiresses, rich bitches, and various aristocratic ladies. All of my adult life, I had never found a woman who could keep up with me in bed. I was a voracious stud who was bigger, stronger, and harder than anyone else. I did not merely seduce the rich and well-off, I conquered them. And they always came back for more.

One such was Lady Julia Ann Standing. She fit the usual bill of a frustrated middle-aged lady of the manor who was married to a chinless wonder by the name of Lord William Standing who had spectacularly lost half of his wealth through bad financial advice. They had been forced to downscale big time, which had left Julia Ann unhappy and most annoyed at her free lifestyle being disrupted. Yes, Her Ladyship fucked and sucked off all of her male household staff so much that she had a revolving door in her staff entrance! A friend of hers told a friend of hers that she was up for an evening of sordid sex and fun roleplay, and I apparently fit the bill.

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For a good while now, the Lady has exiled herself to a luxury suite at Shangri-La Hotel inside the iconic skyscraper known as The Shard. Starting on level 34, a soaring 125 metres high, the hotel occupies 18 floors of one of Western Europe’s tallest buildings. Guests can connect to the whole city through panoramic skyline views overlooking the River Thames, with beloved landmarks such as the Tate Modern, Shakespeare’s Globe, Borough Market, and St Paul’s Cathedral within easy reach. Lady Julia Ann had a spacious one-bedroom suite featuring a walk-in dressing room, separate living room and dining area, intimate workspace, and a guest bathroom. Expensive, extravagant, and lurid, but spoke volumes about the vulgar bitch.

In our playful roleplay, I was given the task of behaving as her personal butler and manservant for one evening and for a cool 5K, I would pander to her every wish. For as long as families have had household staff, there have been staff uniforms in one form or another. Traditional housekeeping uniforms in stately homes, known as Livery, would be for a housekeeper, maid, or household nurse. And of course a butler. The gentleman's gentleman. Or in this case the Lady's gentleman.

I spent a day shopping and purchased a three-piece black tuxedo, which featured satin details. To go with it I chose a crisp white shirt, white gloves, and black bow tie. I duly turned up on the Saturday afternoon at four and the classy aristocrat greeted me at the door of her suite.

"You're late. Not a good start," she said in a haughty tone.

I bowed deeply from the waist and followed her in. On first observation, I was relieved to see that the blue-eyed forty-something was not an old hag but quite the opposite. She was the perfect blonde MILF. She had smooth skin, a hefty bosom, a plump backside, and a luxuriant mane of curly hair. At five feet eight she carried herself well with a straight back and raised chin. She looked me up and down and then ushered me into the suite with a gesture of her index finger.

"What is your name?"

"I'm Baron Robert Sinclair of Cleeve, My Lady. At your service."

"That's a bit of a mouthful, not to mention a trifle condescending. Baron! Ha! I shall call you boy, understood?"

"Understood."

She took a seat and smoothed out her sequined evening gown in soft folds about her lap and long pins. Made from languid silk satin, it was cut out at the hip to allow one knee to protrude as she crossed her bare legs. The material hugged her bountiful curves as it fell and settled. Her blonde hair was in tight curls and wound back just right over the ears to display her drop-style earrings. Her extravagant necklace was the epitome of elegance, elongating and enhancing her neckline. Her hands rested in her lap and were covered with white leather glovelettes with an array of pearls. If this woman was hard up it certainly didn't show.

"When did you shave last?" she asked as she studied my chin.

"Two days ago."

"Disgusting. You should shave at least twice a day."

"Very well, My Lady."

"Get me a drink. You'll find a bottle of Bollinger over there chilling in the bucket."

She pointed a gloved finger at a small bar in a corner of the suite. I picked it up and tipped the sparkling drink into a tall flute. I handed it to her and nodded. This woman possessed an unequaled willfulness about her and represented a challenge in the game. Interesting.

I handed the champagne flute to the regal woman as she reclined in what could only be described as a flirtatious pose. Her plump lips were moistened as she slowly licked them, the upper first and then the lower. Her head rested on her hand as she leaned to her right side.

"Clumsy oaf!"

Being somewhat distracted I inadvertently spilled the bubbly down her ample cleavage. Fuming, she bent forwards so that her dress strap fell off her shoulder and her big left boob slipped out almost all the way. A pressure built in my loins as she stared into my eyes. As she did so her hand caressed the curvaceous line of her hefty boob. She tilted her head up and scoffed.

"Well?"

"Apologies, My Lady. I shall fetch a cloth post haste."

"No need for that, boy. Lick me clean."

"Oh, right."

I needed no further encouragement and eagerly reached out to fondle her exposed tit. For a second I hesitated, but Julia Ann grabbed my right glove and pressed the palm into her spongy flesh. It was more than a handful and I lovingly smothered her big globe and enjoyed how soft her skin was. My encased fingertips brushed the hard nipple with the tiny areola as she released the twin boob from the other side of her lowered dress. I cupped them both in my hands and gently squeezed and massaged them at my leisure. Then I leaned forward and took her left nipple in my mouth, still amazed that she was allowing me to do so. I tasted the champers I sucked on it and she moaned accordingly.

"Lick it all up, boy."

"Mm, hmm."

I switched to her right breast and took the nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around as I normally did in these situations. I pressed both of her mammaries together to make one big boob which I then swiped from left to right and back again. I paid equal attention to each breast, licking and sliding all over them as she teased my hair in her white gloves. My cock was hard and throbbing madly as I got more animated.

"It's frightfully hot in here, don't you think?"

Julia Ann stood up and wriggled out of her gown before I could respond and I gawped at her nakedness in awe. She stood up tall, six feet in her gold high heels, with one hand on her hip, and with the other stroking her trimmed back mons. For her age, she had a stunning figure with enormous boobs and long supple legs. Her golden pubes seemed almost transparent between her parted thighs, and I could easily make out her puffy outer labia.

"Do I shock you? Embarrass you, perhaps?"

"No, I just think you're quite stunning."

"Maybe you would like to fuck me?"

"Gladly, My Lady."

"Then show me what you are made of."

She sat back down and I shed my top coat and started to unbutton my crisp new white shirt. I bared my upper body and proudly revealed my muscular physique. She now noted the sizeable bulge down my left trouser leg and I fingered the stiff bar of my organ through the light material of my uniform trousers.

"And the rest."

I tugged my trousers down with my boxers and my rampant erection sprang up at a jaunty angle. Her lashes fluttered as she focused on eight inches of manhood. Her luscious lips parted and I had an urge to slip my dick between them. As I thought my luck was in, Lady Standing leaned back and spread her hands.

"Nice cock, there can be no doubt. I'm sure you impress all the ladies. However, if you would indulge me, I have some spilled bubbly on my shoe. Be so kind as to lick it clean."

As Julia Ann offered me her left four-inch stiletto heel I felt slightly odd. Normally it was I who had the upper hand in a manner of speaking and now the shoe was on the other foot. Literally! Question. When had I ever licked a shoe? Answer, never.

"Very well."

I knelt and removed her high heels and put them aside. The lady had spent plenty on pedicures, and her nails were a bright scarlet. She did have gorgeous feet and as I raised her left foot I started to rub it as I cradled it in my lap. She wiggled her toes and I planted big smacking kisses on her big toe. I actually enjoyed it and my prick stood up as hard as iron.

"William, my better half, first screwed up when he invested in an alternative Olympic Village to the West of London, knowing full well that the stadium was in EAST London, in Stratford. We lost plenty. Suck those toes, boy." I listened to her woes as I put each of her ten toes in my mouth and licked them one by one leaving them wet and shiny. "Then it was investing in a new vaccine for COVID-19 19 which crashed like a Led Zeppelin. More money down the drain. It was rather tiresome let me tell you. Plus, the hapless wonder lost his libido which left one sorely frustrated. I had no guilt in shagging all of his male staff I took great pleasure in humiliating him. I was so used to my extravagant lifestyle."

I had never felt so submissive in my life. I now kissed the heels, the arches, and the insteps of each foot, and my eyes went up to see that her legs had parted and her pussy filled my vision. I kept licking her feet as she stroked her gash with her middle finger, Then she placed it in her mouth and licked it clean. As my cock wagged in rapport I slowly moved up her left ankle to her calf and further. Julia Ann did not protest as I fixated on her pussy.

"Yes, keep going."

I came nose to cunt and studied her fair pubes up close. Her outer labia were dappled with moisture and her inner folds had that pink hue I knew all too well. My gloved hands held her thighs open firmly as I pushed my tongue into her wetness. I pushed and probed for a while and then gave her wide sweeps up and down her slit. As she closed her eyes and moaned softly I flicked out at her clit, sucking it and nibbling lightly as I had done for countless rich bitches.

"Make me cum, boy" she panted. "Make me cum, I insist."

I attacked her hard nub with rapid laps as I frigged her with two fingers. I thrust it in and out as I stabbed her clit with my pointed tongue. Sure enough, as she wriggled in her seat and toyed with my thick hair, she climaxed with throaty cries of pleasure.

"Quite impressive. I think I chose well when I hired you. Can you fuck as well as suck?"

"Even better, My Lady."

"Cocky sod, aren't you? Let me see your wares."

Her right hand, still in her white glovette, picked out the thick blue on one side of my rigid shaft. Julia Ann inched forward out of her chair and managed to suck half of my length into her mouth. I felt her glove massage my scrotum as she gobbled me up with relish. She was good, or desirous, as she made my cock swell and throb madly.

"Ho!"

The amorous MILF shoved her head downward and my bell end hit the back of her throat. She made that gurgling, spit-fueled gargle as she almost choked on my knob, but she surprised me by bobbing her head up and down, bathing my length all the way to my balls. I could not help but admire her enthusiasm and looked forward to seeing how good she was in the sack.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

The stuck-up fox shimmied to her boudoir with me in tow. I tugged my gloves off and gave my aching dick a few warm-up jerks in my warm fist. She stood facing the large bed and toyed with her hair and before she could even lie down I came up behind her and gave her a bear hug from behind. Her head snapped back in surprise as I nuzzled her neck and the amorous MILF flushed with excitement. I pulled her rudely against my front as I entered her with my first rough plunge up. Her spine arced under the momentum of my pelvic thrust and she hissed loudly at the size of me inside her.

"That hit the spot, ho!"

I rammed in a second time, still holding her in my firm grip. She teetered on her heels as I banged her with rapid strokes and then I tossed her onto the bed face down. I eyed her backside that humped up and down and spanked her thrice with my open palm.

"Oh, you!"

I lunged forward and mounted her from behind, pinning her to the mattress with my full weight on her back. I fucked the posh bitch with vigour, slamming into her body which was most unladylike as she was slick with sweat. I twisted her arms behind her back and held her immobile. She sighed helplessly as I pumped her faster and faster. With each firm thrust of my hips against her bare rump I was buried inside the slut balls deep.

"Oh, you beast. You're going to make me, make me...cum!"

Julia Ann climaxed and gushed along my length and still, I pounded her from behind. The busty MILF managed to push herself up on her palms and turned her head, her long hair hiding one side of her face.

"I want you to...eek!"

Enough talk thought I as I flipped her over and held her legs out horizontally. I settled between her thighs and lined up my throbbing pole with her gaping slit.

"Fuck me, you bastard!"

"Gladly," I quipped as I toyed with the stuck-up cunt and slapped my thick club of a dick on her mound.

I pushed up with my hips and impaled her on my length. I started to fuck her with lunging strokes that lifted her lower body off the bed. She loved it, just like so many others I had delighted over the years. Her pussy squeezed my cock as I shagged her rotten, leering at the arrogant snob with a steely determination. I felt on top of things, literally, and gave it to her hard and rough.

"Yes!" she purred as she clung to my biceps and tilted her head back.

I shunted further forwards and as I plunged up into her wet pussy she let out throaty moans of unbridled pleasure. My long strokes rocked her to the core, and her entire body glistened with a light sheen of sweat that accentuated her curvy figure. Perspiration dappled her tits and deep cleavage and her fair pubes had a darker hue. I swivelled my hips and drove into her again and again. Her cunt felt wonderful as I surged up inside her, as evidenced by her loud moans of approval.

"Yes! Harder! Fuck me as hard as you can!"

Julia Ann was pinned to the bed beneath the weight of me, and her proud tits were crushed into my chest. Each hard thrust home made her catch her breath as I fucked her senseless. Her hips arched upwards and her slim legs came around my waist as she wallowed in my forceful lunges. Her head shook violently from side to side and as my rhythmic thrusting made her legs give out, I used the moment to grasp both her ankles and spread her willowy pins out almost horizontally.

I cheekily rolled her voluptuous body so that she was now on top of me, although in no way was she in control of the salacious rut. I sat with my legs out in front as I held her in my lap and humped her up and down on my boner. It was a slower pace but the minx was fully stuffed with my entire dick. Her boobs met my chest and we kissed long and hard as we gyrated together.

I gripped her body to guide her movements as Julia Ann worked her muff on my sizeable pole. She had gathered her wits and now began hammering her hips downward, nailing my cock with every thrust. She had a determined look on her aristocratic face that had no doubt scared dozens of her household staff when she had seduced them and then spat them out.

"Oh, you sod!"

I grinned as I humped up into her with a relentless pace that triggered yet another orgasm in the insatiable MILF. Julia Ann may have been on top but I was in charge. My unflagging vigour and strength meant that I could jerk the blonde up and down as if she were my personal sex toy.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!" she intoned as she gamely ground her hips against me in feverish strides.

Her arms were draped around my shoulders as my cock pulsated inside of her, and I grunted a few times as I spurted my wad inside of her. After an intense half a minute we stayed quite still until I tipped her over and rolled back flat on the bed. The panting minx lay beside me and as I rose from the bed, she lifted her head and pouted.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Aren't we done?" I asked as I collected my discarded clothes.

She checked the ornate wall clock which read ten.

"Go and take a soak in the tub. Freshen up. I am not done with you yet."

Julia Ann tossed me a small package of Viagra and laughed heartily.

"Bloody hell! This one is insatiable!"

x

I was seated in one of my favourite watering holes, that being the Arch Bar, located in the heart of Mayfair. It was a sophisticated location ideal for pre or post-dinner drinks. It had a semi-private corner lounge, which I liked to frequent on nights like this when I had no other plans and fancied trying my luck with a stranger. It was fairly early around eight on a Wednesday and the bar was half empty.

I ordered a Tom Collins and checked my watch again. I was waiting on Lady Julia Ann Standing, that amorous MILF who I had hooked up with a week before. She had been mightily impressed with my big cock, and my ability to indulge in some roleplay. And she was up for more. This time she desired to have some risqué sex in a public place. Eeesh!

"There you are, you devil."

I turned to see the middle-aged aristocrat in a stunning sleeveless mini dress in ivory lace. The V-neck was daring and displayed ample cleavage. Her breasts were her best assets but her bare long legs left a lasting impression on yours truly. She motioned for the barman to approach and in her plummy voice ordered a martini. She sat on a stool beside me and sipped her drink with one eye on me.

"Come here often?" she asked casually.

"Whenever I'm on the prowl, lady."

I chuckled to myself as I got into the character of a horny lothario. So, not much acting is needed there. She looked tall and elegant and I could almost hear the blood rush up my shaft. She was all curves and not overweight. In fact, most of her weight is situated in her great rack. Her clear blue eyes met mine and she then looked me up and down as if taking inventory. She took a big gulp of her martini and casually looked around the half-empty bar.

The bar itself was in the back centre of the room and the space in front of it had tables with low lamps hanging from the ceiling. The whole room was dimly lit and an even darker corner led to the public toilets.

"Not very busy then?"

"Suppose not. Do you want to postpone?"

"Not on your life. I've been gearing myself up all day."

She reached out and put her hand over mine and placed it right under her short hem. I glanced at the barman who diplomatically looked away as I discovered the horny madam was going commando.

"Are you ready?"

"You certainly are," I quipped as my fingertips were moistened with her arousal.

"Where are the facilities?"

I nodded behind her back and she got up on her high heels and tottered off in that direction. I followed without prompting to find the toilet doors marked men and women. Was she serious? A quickie in the bog? I hoped that nobody had taken a dump in the last hour. Lady Standing pushed the door open of the men's and quickly entered. I made to lock the door but she held up an index finger.

"Leave it," she barked as she pulled me to her and her hungry mouth crushed down on mine, humming and inhaling through her flared nostrils as we embraced.

"Mmm,!" she moaned as I raised the short hem of her dress and hiked it up over her hips.

I spun her around so that my front pushed against her from behind and I buried my hand in her loins.

"You're practically dripping," I noted as I nuzzled the nape of her neck.

She was breathing in laboured breaths as I fingered her exposed pussy and she shunted to and fro as I frigged her. There was not a whole lot of room in the bathroom, just three stalls, four urinals, and three basins. Julia Ann held onto the porcelain as she went on tiptoe and regarded her reflection in the mirror above the sink. I looked over her shoulder and bit into her earlobe.

"Now. Take me like a common slut."

I quickly unzipped my fly and unleashed the beast from within. I mauled her tits under the plunging neckline of her ivory dress and pressed my body up against her so my now fully erect cock was pushing at her nether cheeks. With our eyes locked on each other in the mirror I swiped my boner between her parted legs and found her cunt. I plunged up inside her with my hard dick and filled her to the hilt. Her mouth became frozen in an O shape as I took her arms and held them behind her back.

"Yes! That's it."
I snorted as I screwed her in this standing position with one ear open for anyone needing to piss. I wasn't that fussed about being discovered but presumed the posh tart felt some daring do. We froze as we heard footsteps outside and we uncoupled and jumped in the nearest stall.

"Keep fucking me, boy."

Fair enough I thought as the sex-crazed MILF shimmied out of her dress and stood there in the buff. She pressed a manicured digit in my chest and I sat back on the lavatory seat. She tugged my trousers down to my shoes and sat in my lap. Her hips rotated and she was on my dick in a trice. She held onto my shoulders as she dug her heels into the floor tiles and began to rise and fall.

"Fuck yeah," she groaned as my rampant prick drove right up inside the audacious bitch.

She unladylike grunts as she rode me and I pawed at her mammoth tits as she rocked back and forth on my dick. The customer did his business and left, signalling Her Ladyship to become more audible.

"Fucking big cock! I love it!" The wanton hussy slammed into me with venom and she exhaled loudly on every down stroke. "Lovely, lovely!"

"You alright in there, mate?" asked another customer who needed to go.

He must have been right outside the door to our occupied stall and Julia Ann bit her lip to stifle a giggle.

"Fine in here, pal."

As he used the hand drier and left I got up and made the bitch come face to door. As I held her firmly in position, I lunged up and speared her on my slick knob. Her muff was sopping as I worked up a steady rhythm. She loved it and bucked her hips up and down on each stroke. I smashed her into the door which threatened to leave its hinges in our lust.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried as I massaged her hefty tits in both hands.

She didn't remain idle and she started rubbing her clit as I banged her.

"Back...back outside."

Julia Ann needed more danger and we stepped out of the stall and stood by the hand basins. Her in just her heels, and I was in my shirt and jacket and naked from the waist down. I lifted her up so that she was half perched on the edge of the basin and I stepped in and entered her mushy cunt once more. I cradled her legs in my forearms as I shagged her standing. Sure enough, two gentlemen came in and stopped in their tracks.

"Good lord! There seems to be a couple having it off, Gerald."

We didn't let up and the foxy slut stared at the men as I stuffed her with my massive organ.

"Do you like them watching you?" I asked and she nodded in silence as she leaked juices down my throbbing shaft.

I couldn't believe this was what the wealthy socialite wanted. To be leered at in a public toilet whilst being porked. I moved my hands to her bottom, cupping her cheeks and holding her in place.

"Do they make you horny? Dirty? Like the dirty slut you are?"

She muttered gibberish as she climaxed on my dick and our audience became unsettled and unsure of what to do as they watched us intently. The men inched closer, slowly reaching out their hands to grab at the cunt's jiggling boobs.

"I think she likes that, fellers. Do you like it?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck, I'm going to cum again! "Going to cum in front of two men I don't even know. Fuck!"

With that, I shuddered and exploded inside the blonde bitch with feverish pelvic thrusts. I let Julia Ann's legs down and she wobbled unsteadily for a moment. We found our clothes and wandered back to the bar for another drink.

"Ever had sex in a taxi cab?" asked the wanton trollop with a wry smile.

END