A Young Escorts Test

I walked into the room apprehensively.

But that was ok. Apprehension was the right response. I doubted many people would be entirely comfortable walking into a bare ten-square-foot room in Central London while being completely naked. The room had a stool in the middle and a wall made out of one-way glass. I wondered if it was better or worse that I knew what lay beyond the glass. Or rather whom.

The daddies

That was what we called them at the club. They were handsome distinguished older men who came to play with us escorts, make us submit. Everything was consensual of course, and we joined the club willingly because we wanted to submit to the dominant depravities of our own needs. That was what London’s Club Onyx offered.

I’d only been a escort for a few months but I’d become obsessed with finally meeting the daddies, especially the one with the deep baritone that would make Barry White weep. The one that called me princess while he told me to do naughty things to myself.

Unfortunately, there were tests you had to go through before you met the daddies and this was the final one.

Hopefully, I passed with flying colors.

I took a seat in the middle of the room facing the glass windows. I saw my reflection and marveled at how far I'd come- from a shy, reserved secretary to one of the most sought after young and bold brazen escorts in London. Still, as the silence stretched, my nerves built.

The speakers in the corner of the room sparked.

“Hello princess.”

It was him. My heart instantly began racing in excitement and arousal at the fact that he was sitting so close, watching me naked.

“Hi daddy,” I whispered arousal making my voice thick. I fumbled a little with my hands before I stilled them.

“You look so pretty today princess,” he said, and his voice had goosebumps breaking out over my skin. “Why don’t you show the other daddies how nice and pink your nipples turn when you touch them?”

“Oh." It was starting already.

I knew to obey instantly, bringing my hands up to my nipples and starting at how sensitive they were. My nubs instantly puckered under my fingers as I continued to rub them sensuously, imagining him watching me. I wasn’t typically the type who masturbated frequently but there was something about this man’s voice that lulled me into another dimension, where I was this wanton, insatiable creature. It was like he had a spell on me

I bit my lip as I tweaked my nipples pulling them for that extra bite pain that I loved. I was hoping he would see how well I was doing it, hoping he would praise me for it.

“So nice and pink.” Another voice said, reminding me there were likely more people beyond the glass. The knowledge only added to my arousal.

“The daddies here like you very much,” my daddy said. “Now open your legs and show daddy that pretty pussy.”

I bit my lip and slowly obeyed. This should have been humiliating but the lust buried any hesitation. I felt so deliciously depraved, exposing my nubile young teen body to all these men. I heard groans coming through the speakers.

“So pretty," someone whispered.

"Isn't she?" my daddy said. “Play with your pussy for me sweetheart, taste some of that delicious cream.”

Obediently I put my hands between my legs, remembering the last time daddy coached me on how to touch myself. I spread my pussy lips with two fingers then used the other one to strum my clit.

I bit out a moan and tried to hold back the rest of the naughty noises but I couldn’t. God, I felt so horny I was about to burst. My fingers trembled and I tried to remain concentrated on the instructions he gave me.

I brought my hand to my mouth sucking my pussy juices off.

"That’s so fucking hot," I heard someone hiss.

“You're a good little London slut, my princess,” my daddy said again. “Now you’re going to head over to the corner. I left a toy for you on the floor."

I got up on shaking legs and stumbled to the corner of the room to find a white bowl with a towel in it. I unfurled the towel and gasped. Buried in the middle, was a large metallic dildo.

"Take it princess, and return to your seat."

My hands visibly shook as I grasped the tool and began walking back, but before I could sit he said “Get on your knees."

"Daddy?" I gasped out the word, perplexed.

"Do it now." The order was final and jerked me into action. I didn't want to displease him. I wanted to prove that I was an obedient little doll.

"Good girl," he said after I was on my knees. "Now bend over and show me your asshole while you fuck your pussy with that toy."

His dirty words sent a gush of wetness down my pussy. I shut my eyes, feeling the words run over me like a whispered touch. That was the most depraved thing I’d ever heard. Also the most decadent.

But I couldn’t deny my daddy. As I bent over, I spread my ass with one hand feeling my arousal spike as I heard the murmurs from the observers. They were watching. They were praising me. I wanted to do more to please them, so I fit the metallic dildo into my center, jerking at the coolness as I pushed it in deeper and deeper

"Oh God," I moaned, feeling like I was going to lose my mind. My pussy clenched hungrily around the toy sucking it even deeper, wanting it to be something else. Someone else.

“That’s it, my hungry little princess." Daddy's voice sounded deeper now more guttural. "Fuck yourself while I watch."

I did. I plucked my clit at the same time sliding the metal in and out of me, crazed noises dropping from my lips. I went slow at first because I knew that was how daddy liked it. But as it continued, I couldn't help fucking myself faster and faster, as the orgasm threatened on the horizon. My mouth fell open and my belly muscles clenched. God, I couldn't come, not without his permission.

I would rather die than disappoint him.

I waited, gasping for air, legs shaking and still, his order wasn't coming.

"Please daddy," I sobbed finally at my wit's end. "Let me come."

"That's a good girl," he said finally. "You've passed. Come for me baby girl."

And with a victorious shout, I came all over my hands.