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Sexy Escort story: Palace Delights

Debonair politician, John McIntyre was looking forward to the suave party he had been invited to at the Palace tonight. Many Royals and leading politicians from Europe would attend this evening, and he was looking forward to the chance of furthering his career. He had been surprised the invitation was singular, no partners, but it would allow him to concentrate on networking.

On his arrival, he was surprised to see the lavish room filled with men only. He questioned the situation and his opposition leader gave him a wink.

“The King of France is coming, and he’s bringing his courtesans. This isn’t your average party.”

Curious, John watched as, after a reasonable time for business to be conducted, a stream of woman flooded the room. They were all curvaceous, buxom, and beautiful. At first, they were demure, seeking only conversation and dance partners, but as the wine flowed and the men grew more raucous, so did the glamorous women. Soon, every sofa and chaise longue was occupied by a man being pampered by several of them, feeding him morsels of food and giving him sips of wine as they lounged with him, full bosoms spilling from their corset-topped dresses. It didn’t take long for the room to be filled with sounds of guffaws from the men and giggles from the woman as their laces were undone, freeing their breasts from their constrictions. Games were afoot, and the atmosphere was charged with sexual tension.

John was accompanied by Celeste, a tall and shapely brunette with dark, mysterious eyes and heavily accented English. John had been shy at first, simply enjoying the dancing and talk with his partner. It soon became clear that she expected to provide much more for him that night. As they sat to take a rest from the dance floor, she began to run her hands up and down his thighs suggestively, teasing him by staying away from the obvious bulge in his trousers. She looked coquettishly up from under her lashes, taking one of his hands and placing it to her chest.

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A very sexy escort talk to you – Don’t you want to sample the merchandise?

“Don’t you want to sample the merchandise?” she asked him with smile. “It is my duty to fulfil your every desire tonight.”

John looked around, embarrassed by her public display, but everywhere he looked, the same thing was happening. Half-naked or fully naked women were writhing on top of the most important men in Europe, or kneeling in front of them pleasuring them with their eager mouths. No one cared what anyone else was doing; they were too wrapped up in their own pursuits. Relaxing, John caressed her breasts, freeing them from the elegant dress she wore. Tasting them, he found them as sweet and succulent as the strawberries provided. Fully aroused by her beauty, touches, and the sights and sounds of sex around him, John couldn’t wait to join in the fun.

He throbbed as she whispered to him. “Tell me your darkest fantasy.”

He smiled; this was going to be a memorable night.