House & Hotel Visits by Maids Cheap Whores

Even we experienced whores at the escort in Berlin experience something new every now and then. That’s what happened to my first home visit to a customer who was in a home

lives very normal apartment in Tempelhof and likes to give the spoiled maid who longs for really blatant punishment. Not all colleagues have the nerve for such a job, but since I am naturally dominant poled, I pull regularly with him the number, on which he leaves and for which he finally paid well.

The guy is a clerical employee, he has nothing, but nothing at all conspicuous, is neither fat nor thin, neither ugly nor good-looking. I find him extremely friendly and respectful outside the role play, so I keep going back. Every small animal pläsierchen – if I do not think so, I could soon no longer work at the escort in Berlin. Because here teeming with weird guys who can put their hottest fantasies only with whores into action.

I am one of the more mature escort ladies, slim and leggy. When I go to that guy, I’m wearing a tight knot and a pinstripe suit, white shirt and tie and men’s shoes. Under this outfit of the “Lord” I have leather lingerie on, because sometimes we push a number out of line, and then I am suddenly asked as a woman. The man must be at least bisexual, or an increase of it, if any.

He receives me in a barbecue apron under which he is naked. The bib is embroidered with hearts, and his shoes are noble pumps with rhinestones, he calls them his “Cinderella shoes”. Sometimes he wears under the apron a screaming pink plush vagina into which I have to stick the stick with which I would otherwise bury him. The game goes like this: He’s my maid Angélique, and she stole out of the house without permission to go to dance, so the shoes. The dance-dress lies in Angélique’s chamber, his master, that is to say me, she meets, as befits maids, in the apron. Mostly, the customer already has a stand, when I ring his doorbell, no idea what he gets going before.

The more I dominate, mock and scold him, the hotter he gets. I can not touch his penis, because of course Angélique has none. My breasts are also not in demand, because I am the gentleman who chastises Angélique for her offense with whipping and denounces her at least ten times in succession, because such a degenerate bitch as she is not tenable in an honorable house. I drill in support of my hard words the sharp stick in the plush vagina and occasionally also in the buttocks of the customer. He whines and screams and praises improvement and a blow job for the ruthless gentleman. At some point he is so upset by our dispute that he gets down with a few simple steps.

Then he covers the coffee table and chats with me about God and the world. And sometimes we pop. But that works only if I manage to chase him the Cinderella shoes that fit me like a glove. Then he squeals with every thrust “blood is in the shoe” and gets completely outraged. I can handle it, because I get to feel Angélique’s soft hand in exactly the right place. Really crazy!