It would be fair to say that Karen had a kinky imagination. That, in itself, was hardly uncommon among girls in her profession - she was a high class London escort girl with one of the major escort agencies in the city - but she excelled her colleagues in the sheer variety and depth of imagination she brought to the business of sexual pleasure. There wasn't much she hadn't tried with her various incall and outcall clients: OWO, anal, bondage - you name it. She particularly loved the feeling of having her pussy stretched and deeply penetrated, whether by a client's long cock - or by something else altogether.
Fortunately, Karen's London escort agency set her up with several clients who were just as kinky as she was, and more than willing to help her indulge and develop some of her deepest fantasies. One of her favourites was Roy, a well built and muscular guy in his early forties, who, Karen wasno surprised to learn, had been in the army before launching his business career. He was endowed with a very long cock, which Karen was always very enthusiastic to accommodate, her pussy becoming very wet on every occasion Roy took time out to give her a good fucking.
Roy most often called Karen's escort agency to book a daytime outcall appointment, which would take place at his flat in the west end. However, on this particular day he broke his habit and invited her around for a couple of hours in the evening. When Karen arrived, Roy's luxury flat was dimly lit and atmospheric. She had dressed for the occasion, wearing a tight-fitting black cocktail dress rather than the smart business suit which was her normal choice for daytime incall and outcall appointments. Just 23 years old, Karen was slim and sexy, with a pronounced bust, medium length blonde hair and a cheeky, friendly face. Underneath her sexy cocktail dress she was wearing absolutely no underwear: her pert young breasts stayed upright perfectly well by themselves, and she disliked knickers for professional reasons and reasons of taste: from her point of view, the fewer obstacles her clients had to driving their cocks inside her the happier she was.
Roy, who was rather old-fashioned when it came to dealing with ladies, welcomed her with a smile, a peck on the cheek and a perfectly chilled glass of champagne. They sat on the sofa for a while chit-chatted about this and that. For a guy, Roy had extremely good taste in interior design, and Karen often complimented him on the quality of the interior of his flat. This was the first time the cute and horny young London escort girl had actually seen it at night, so she was fascinated to see the way he'd lit the place. It was perfectly atmospheric, with dim, recessed lighting providing a dim, suffusing glow that offered the ideal environment for some really hot escort girl sex. Points of light were provided by large candles on cast iron, standalone holders that were dotted around the room. They were certainly big candles - maybe a foot long, and with a three inch diameter.
Karen mentioned her admiration of the candles to Roy, who grinned slyly, and offered to show one to her a little closer up. Before Karen could answer, the ex-soldier was on his feet. He walked over to one of the candles on the other side of the room, blew it out and lifted it from its holder. He carried it back across the room to her, still smoking.
She took it in her hands and ran them up and down its firm length and breadth. At that moment her eyes met Roy's, and suddenly the kinky young callgirl was having the same naughty thought that he was. The pair of them didn't need to say anything: in an unspoken moment they agreed exactly what was to happen next. Karen slumped back gently on the sofa. Roy, moving closer, began to ease her thighs apart. When they wouldn't go any further, constricted by the tight fit of her dress, she eased the fabric up and around her waist, allowing her to spread her legs freely, and exposing her beautifully shaved, tight and smooth pussy to Roy's delighted gaze.
He didn't bother warming the sexy young London escort up in any way - he knew she would get perfectly wet enough without his intervention. Instead, he placed the thick end of the candle (the pointy end was still just a little too hot, and, besides, the thick end was thicker) against her pussy lips. Spreading them with his fingers to achieve a clear thrust, he began to ease the thick wax candle deep into the cute callgirl's dripping cunt.
She gasped in pleasure as she felt the long, thick, hard shaft penetrate her tight wet pussy and begin to fill her up. Roy just kept on pushing, forcing the candle deeper inside her until it was actually spreading her pussy lips further apart than they'd ever been spread before, and sh could feel the end of it forcing itself against her cervix. Satisfied that the candle could go no further - he'd got about eight inches of it inside her - Roy began to thrust it back and forth, fucking the horny and sexy young escort with the massive length.
He knew that would be enough by itself to make her come, but Roy didn't stop there. Bending his head down, he began to lick and tease Karen's clitoris, which had been pushed out, prominent, glistening and exposed, by the stretching of her snatch. In a moment she was coming, and the contractions were so hard that the candle was almost dragged deeper inside her, if that was possible - it felt like she was being fucked by the biggest cock in the world, a sensation heightened by the fact that her obvious orgasm only led Roy to push the great length in and out of her even harder.
She shuddered and gasped as he finally withdrew the candle and took it back to his holder. She knew his cock would be next - not the same length as the candle, maybe, but not far off. And even more satisfying!
