Sarah was an experienced London escort, and she thought she'd seen it all. She'd been involved in bondage, threesomes, orgies and bukkake parties; she'd given more OWO than she could remember and been fucked every which way by a wide variety of clients. All this, and she was still only twenty years old. She was a slim girl, quite petite and with jet black, medium length straight hair. Her pale, dark-haired almost gothic look was set off by a pair of piercing blue eyes, a tight bum that was usually crammed into jeans and a discreet but curvy 34c bust.
She was, in short, an escort very much on top of her game and very much in demand. Because of her popularity, she sometimes got some very unusual requests. Today the boss of her London escort agency had phoned her and said that a client wished to book an hour's appointment with her - only he wouldn't be there in person, because he was on business in Riyadh. Saudi Arabia having a bit of a shortage of quality escort girls, he wanted to have text sex with her from his hotel room.
This was a bit kinky, but it seemed like an excellent way of earning some cash without leaving bed - and the thought of having text sex with a stranger on the other side of the world turned Sarah on very much. Like all London escort girls, she was insatiably horny, and in the absence of a real man (or another bisexual escort girl) would happily pleasure herself. The kinky addition of a bit of text sex only added the promise of the occasion. She resolved to actually get properly involved in the occasion, not just pretend to be thrashing about in the throes of self-induced ecstasy while she was actually shopping or doing the washing up.
Her instructions were to be ready by a certain time, lying naked in her bed, with a phone and a selection of sex toys to hand. At least one of the toys was to be extra long and wide. Luckily Sarah was well-equipped in this department, as she enjoyed the sensation of her pussy being filled and stretched. Her favourite toy was a fourteen-inch vibrating dong with a five-inch girth. She couldn't quite get it all inside her - or at least she hadn't been able to do so on previous attempts. Perhaps to day her mysterious long-distance lover would make her wet enough to manage it!
Bang on time, the first text arrived:
Hi - I'm Simon. Are you ready?
Pausing briefly to admire the class of a man who took the trouble to spell and punctuate properly even in a text message, she replied:
Hi Simon! Yes, I'm ready...
There was a pause of a couple of minutes - she guessed because of the delay in sending messages that far. Then her phone vibrated again.
I hope you are naked and wet. What I would like you to do is place the large vibrator I asked for next to your pussy and turn it on.
Shivering with excitement, the horny young London escort did exactly as she had been told. Picking up the large plastic dong she carefully moved it between her legs so the tip was resting on her outer pussy lips. Stretching, she turned the switch at the bottom and it sprung into life. She relished the sensations running through her, which were only more intense because she wanted to push the long plastic cock inside her but her virtual incall client hadn't told her too yet. Like all submissive London escorts, Sarah did exactly as she was told. She texted back to tell Simon that she had done it, and it felt good.
A few minutes later, just as the gently-placed vibrations were becoming unbearable, another text came through:
Now I want you to push it in, hard and deep, all in one go. Tell me how it feels.
Sarah wasn't sure about that - it was a very big cock, and in the past she had eased it in gently. She didn't want to hurt herself. All the same, a client request was a client request, and she felt compelled to comply. Getting a good grip around the far end of the long plastic shaft, she took a deep breath and pushed hard, driving the vibrating plastic dong deep into her pussy. She gasped involuntary and orgasmed - the pleasure was that intense. She also noticed, with great satisfaction, that she had taken the whole length. She paused a moment, steering the plastic inside her, seeking out the most sensitive parts of her deep pussy.
He texted back with shaking hands:
Done it. So good I came. Ready to come again
She put the phone down a moment so her other hand was free. With it, she sought out her clitoris - which so far had been a little left out of the action - and began to rub it fiercely.
Beep beep. Another text.
I want you to send me a photo
Mmmm - kinky. Obediently, Sarah turned her phone around and snapped a pic of the long plastic dong buried deep in her slim body. She sent it to Simon.
She needed to come again badly now. Pumping her clit hard and driving the dong ever deeper inside her she was really rough with herself, using both hands. As she finally came she tried to arch her back - but so deep inside her was the long dong that it restricted her movement. She nearly screamed in pleasure.
There was a final text from Simon - a picture, showing a smiling, dark haired man in his mid thirties. He was naked, lying on a bed, and his chest was plastered in cum. The only downside of the whole appointment, Sarah reflected, was that she wasn't there to lick it off him.
