One of the things that Kelly loved most about being a sexy London incall and outcall escort was the sheer variety of appointments - especially outcall appointments - that she was asked to undertake. She was a popular girl, and the escort agency she worked for was always getting requests for the cute blonde, busty, petite teenage call girl to go to all kinds of venues to provide services to VIP clients.
The escort agency had, for example, sent her on vacation with several clients. The horny London call girl had had at least two outcall assignations in the Houses of Parliament. She'd given a very famous Hollywood movie star OWO with CIM at midnight on the Embankment (he was a bit of an exhibitionist, she'd found out). And the erotic and kinky escort girl had lost count of the number of times she'd been taken to various parts of London to have sex in upmarket hotels with professional gentlemen. She had an incall flat in Victoria, and often took part in duo appointments with her sexy bisexual escort girlfriend Andrea.
But the appointment her escort agency boss had outlined for her tonight was a very strange one indeed. It was just an hour long, and she'd been told to report to the stage door of the Royal Albert Hall in central London. She was to wear a cocktail dress with no knickers. The teenage London escort found herself wondering about this as she got in the taxi to the Albert Hall - it was unusual for clients to be quiet so specific about their requirements. It suggested that whoever the outcall client was, he had very specific plans for the blonde London call girl whose services he had hired for the evening.
Kelly arrived and rang the bell. She was met by a slim, dark haired girl who introduced herself as Emma. Emma was brisk and businesslike, and Kelly got the impression she was a bit prudish: her tone certainly seemed to indicate that she knew exactly what the teen escort did for a living and didn't really approve of it. Despite this animosity - and even, perhaps, a little because of it, Kelly found herself fancying the slim brunette, and wished that perhaps someday she might be able to introduce her to the pleasure of bisexual lesbian sex with a cute London escort girl. But there was no time for fantasy now - although seeing Emma and thinking this about her had served to make the erotic escort very wet between the legs. That was no great achievement in itself on Emma's part, as Kelly could get wet almost at the snap of a man's fingers (in fact, especially at that). But it was useful at this point as the sexy escort knew that she was moments away from having a cock pushed inside her tight young pussy.
What she didn't yet know was whose cock it was going to be. She was soon to find out. Emma led the teenage London callgirl through a warren of corridors and dressing rooms until, all of a sudden, they were in the great auditorium itself. They were the only people there. On the dais at one end stood a large, black, Steinway grand piano. Emma began to speak.
'OK - your client is called Rudolf Maslenski. He's a major Russian classical pianist, and he's giving a recital in here in one hour's time. He likes to... relax with a young lady of your chosen professional before each performance, and for some reason he doesn't like to confine that sort of thing to his dressing room. Wait here - he'll be out shortly.'
The sexy brunette was so abrupt with Kelly that the escort girl got the distinct impression that she'd rather be servicing Mr. Maslenski herself, and was a little jealous. There was no need for that - if Emma was undersexed, thought Kelly, she could easily get a job as a high class London escort girl. Kelly knew for a fact that the escort agency that she worked for was always on the lookout for sexy new talent. If Emma decided to sign up as a professional erotic call girl and London masseuse, Kelly would be glad to help out with the bisexual parts of the interview process...
The horny teenager snapped out of this reverie as her outcall client finally appeared. He was a tall man, but quite slim. He smiled at the horny blonde young escort girl, and spoke quietly.
'On to the piano, please'
Kelly found his accent very sexy, and was very turned on at the prospect of having sex on the big, black, shiny grand piano. She jumped on top of it and lay back. The blonde teenage London escort's legs were hanging off the side, and her pelvis was balanced right on the edge.
'You know what you need to be a great pianist?' he asked her.
'No?'
'Very long fingers.' As soon as he said the world Kelly felt a couple of fingers being pushed into her snatch. Being only a horny teenager, she was very tight, and she wriggled and squirmed as the digits slowly penetrated her, bending and stroking the inside of her pussy as they went. He was right - they were long. Those fingers just kept on coming until she felt the tips of them nudge against her cervix and begin to press and squeeze the soft, wet flesh of her deep pussy against the bone.
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