Servicing the Nympho Inside the Secret Escort 

“Thanks for the sandwiches and juice, Mrs. Newman.”

Grinning, Roseanne gave each of the three men in her kitchen another appraising glance. Joe, Vince and Matt might have different jobs, but they all had one thing in common—they were sexy as hell. Joe was a tall and lean plumber with remarkable ebony skin and long arms. Vince, a redhead of Scottish origin, was more muscular. Maybe his job as a carpenter depended on it. Matt was the most remarkable out of the three ever, with a toned body and well-chiseled face. He looked more like a male model than the electrician he was.

 “No problem, guys. You’ve done a great work so far.”

Matt chuckled. “It’s our job, ma’am. We gotta do it right.”

A corner of Roseanne’s lips turned up, to her neighbours she was the perfect girl next door but in reality she was one of the hottest VIP escorts servicing the London high rollers. Oh, the men were doing a great job with the renovation of her house alright. But there was something else she could have them do. 

“I knew I could count on you studs.”

Turning back, she reached for the top counter. As she did, her dress went up her thighs, giving the men a glimpse of creamy white skin. She grinned as one of the men cleared his throat. Of course she couldn’t reach the top. She just wanted to give them a little show.

“Can’t reach,” she said with an exaggerated sigh and pout, pointing at the top cabinet. “Can one of you help me with the glass?”

She noticed the shifting of their feet and smirked. Joe adjusted his pants, trying hard not to squirm. She’d start with him.

“You’re the tallest, Joe. Why don’t you help?”

The others chuckled as if they knew Joe’s current problem. Vince shoved him and he sighed, ambling forward. He reached the cabinet and stretched to grab a cup of glass. As he did, she saw why he was adjusting his pants. His erection had created a noticeable bulge sticking out. She licked her lips. Those pants must be housing a monster.

Leaning over, she traced a line through his bulge with an outstretched finger. He jerked back, nearly falling.  

“What happened, Joe?” she asked in a throaty voice.

“Y-You …” was all he could utter.

“Couldn’t help but notice your pants bulging.” She leaned in closer, fondling Joe’s erection. “I wanna get a better view.” 

Matt whistled. Joe’s wary look disappeared and he raised a brow.

“You sure about that, Mrs. Newman?”

Roseanne giggled. “Show me. Take of your clothes. And of course,”—she looked at the other two—“that applies to you both as well.”

Without skipping a beat, Joe took off his t-shirt. Roseanne ran her hand over his chest, down his taut stomach and over his thickening cock. She wasn’t going to let this pass.

Roseanne was a professional London escort and a complete nymphomaniac, and she knew it. Even when she settled down with industrialist Bart Newman, she still remembered her days of sexual adventure with fondness. But here was a golden chance to relive those days. Three sexy men just for her. Her husband’s continuous business trips left her bored and horny. She needed this.

Joe looked her straight in the eye and smiled as she undid the buckle of his jeans. She gasped as his cock popped out. Fuck, he was huge. Her body quivered with anticipation. She was on a green dress, with a pearl necklace. The only other piece of clothing on her were her panties and stockings. Well, at least she kept her husband in her mind by keeping on the pearl necklace he got for her as she was ravaged by these three strangers with amazing bodies.

Roseanne didn’t notice when the other men came in behind her. All she knew was a huge pair of hands swept over her nape, down her shoulder and across her chest. The two palms folded her boobs through the fabric of her dress. A warm sensation sizzled through her as her erect nipples brushed against thick fingers. Another pair joined in, pulling her gown from her fingers.

She was surrounded by three naked men, and all of them were touching her. They stroked her thighs, her ass, and were now playing with her tits. A couple of erect cocks brushed against her, reminding her all three men were ready for her. Ready to indulge her cravings. 

Roxanne relaxed into their strong hands. A pair caressed her face and neck while the other two continued to cup her bosom teasingly. She smiled up at them, kissing the fingers around her lips. She slipped two thick fingers into her soaking wet mouth, guiding another pair of fingers down to her lasy panties. She shivered as the fingers slid against her swollen clit, before slipping into her aching pussy with ease. She moaned as the walls of her dripping cunt tightened around the fingers inside.

She couldn’t wait any longer to feel their cocks inside her. Getting on her knees, she began to suck on Joe’s cock. Matt bent as well, fingering her creaming pussy. She was close but she wanted the moment to last longer as she was reveling in the moment. Her heart was pounding as she moaned incessantly. 

Vince jointed the equation with his fat cock and Roseanne lapped at each one in turn, grasping and stroking. Matt lay on the marble floor and guided her on top of him, filling her hole with huge shaft. Finally. She rode him hard, undulating and writhing on it. She slid, grounded and gyrated on it with an unconcealed hunger, intent on devouring every inch with her drooling pussy.

Two cocks were still in her hands. She had three hot erections under her control, and her mouth watered as fantasies flashed through her head. It was thrilling. She gobbled one of the cocks down her throat, not bothering to savor the taste of its glistening tip.

Joe tore himself from her grip, and she soon had another cock pushing against her asshole. Gasping, she shuddered. She kept working her mouth around Vince’s cock as Joe and Matt rammed her from behind. 

Roseanne wiggled her hips, trying to make sure she took every inch of the two cocks plunging into her from behind. She pressed herself onto Matt, and bit her lips as a groan escaped his lips. Waves of an orgasm lapped through her, but the men didn’t take notice, or pretended not to. They didn’t stop grinding against her, but increased their tempo instead. She shook, but Joe held her steady as the waves crashed against her. She moaned and jerked as she rode the tremors of lust that were being set off from her cunt and exploding all over her body.

All three men pulled away from her. She was loose, satisfied, but not yet quite fulfilled in her mission—to get their hot cum all over her. She collapsed on the marble floor, and all three men knelt over her and stroked their cocks. It made her heart sing. She was surrounded by three men about to give her a cum shower. She just lay back and waited, her chest heaving.

Joe’s hand moved so fast it was almost a blur. Following his movement was mesmerizing, and suddenly he spurted hot cum all over her tits. She didn’t have time to relish the sensation of the hot and sticky liquid splashing on her and running down her boobs as Vince plunged his cock into his mouth and went off. Also warm and thick, it trickled off her tongue onto the side of her cheek. She licked her lips.

Matt’s grunt was loud as he came all over her belly. It was amazing. She lay there breathless and in a reverie, with her body glistening with semen, and her cunt trembling with after-tremors. She was satisfied.

She wasn’t done though. Oh no. She was just getting started.