Spoilers is a Brothel in the Eastern Suburbs. I popped in there recently.
I do not think I have come across a brothel so corporate about the service they provide as Spoilers. Right down to the receptionists shirt with logo. Like she is working in a hardware store or a nursery. Anyway, Karen is a delightful and professional woman who is perfectly comfortable with you being quite open about your preferences.
I was ushered into the waiting room to watch day-time television: Murder She Wrote featuring Angela Lansbury. As my brain is connected to my dick, my dick quickly went to sleep.
Wake up you dickhead, you're in a brothel.
And you want me to fuck Angela Lansbury? my dick replied.
Before I could explain to my dick the difference between visual stimulation received via television and visual stimulation received via reality, Rhiannon walked into the room. She is BEAUTIFUL. Her skin is perfect, her face flawless, her exposed legs, long and shapely, and her feet!, my God her feet! I don't have a foot fetish, I admire beautiful feet on a woman certainly, but the way Rhianon's feet were presented in her exquisite and tastefully chosen strappy high-heeled shoes was an unforgettable sight.
Anyway, I said no. I have to get over this inability to fuck women who seemed to have started in this industry far too early. I just can't do it! It borders on exploitation. If she, at this early stage of her life has decided to be a working girl, that's her business; but I just can't handle it. Further, in her sweet, shy little voice, she explained to me that she doesn't kiss and she doesn't allow cunnilingus. Rather than being disappointed, I understood. I just wanted to give her a cuddle, wish her all the luck in the world and tell her to be careful.
Anyway.moving right along. Karen comes back in and being a professional receptionist she knows right away.
Can you wait 20 minutes for Alex? She asks me
Nah, I say, 20 minutes is too long.
But next thing I know, Alex is seeing off her last victim and she is in the room with me.
Jeez darl, you didn't have to kick him out for me, I said to her.
Don't worry about it. He had to move along: she tells me.
ALEX IS A WOMAN. Thirtyish, confident, sexy and frank.and she has got a booking! -WITH ME.
(In the room. Shower, dry offyada yada. )
Alex comes in. Flimsy dress, black stockings, frilly pink knickers.
Me like!
Gets me to hold the upper rail of the 4 poster bed, spreads me like I'm up for a body search, makes me look in the mirror, runs her hands over my back and shoulders down over my arse through the gap, grabs my cock. Hands work their way back up, firmly grabs nipples. Down again after a couple of minutes of exquisite nipple play. Now she is crouching. Works her way round to my front. Cock in mouth.
I'm singing her praises. Fucking beautiful working lady. Show me how its done.
Alex comes up. Grabs the back of my head. Pashes me like a lover.
That's enough Alex. Put me on the bed and do whatever the fuck you want.
Pashes me, deep throats me, flips me over. Room goes quiet as my face is buried into her pussy.
Mmmmm, I think. I guess she is sending me a message.
Lick it boy! By now her labia is half way down my throat and her clit is being used as a basketball by my tongue.
Fuck, I'm gonna come, she tells me.
Suits me, I say.
She grabs my cock and deep throats me. It's like the closer she gets to orgasm, the more cock she wants to take in her mouth.
Once again, suits me.
Okay, gotta be honest, there was so much carrying on, I don't know if she came or not, but I like to think so, because she sure didn't complain when I rolled around with her to go for the main event.
You wanna fuck me boy? Is that what you wanna do? Come on then. Lets have you.
Missionary. Constant eye connection. (You ever noticed a woman always looks ten times more beautiful when you're fucking?.gets me every time). Right now Alex is looking like a supermodel made in heaven.
Yeah well, when a woman has got you that wound up and is looking that beautiful, how long can a man last?
Alex gave me a great session. What is it about a Working Ladies's in their 30's? Apprenticeship over. Knows straight away whether you're a clean and safe customer with a respectful attitude. No man frightens her. She can sus them out and decide whether to fuck their brains out or fuck them off. Body still looking beautiful; but highly tuned and responsive. All this and more I guess.
I LOVE A CONFIDENT EXPERIENCED WORKING LADY.
And I love the look and presence of someone like Rhiannon. I just know she would taste like sugar. Sometimes I wish I could get over whatever it is that won't let me book someone that young.
But then in my heart and mind I know, that nothing could compare to the intensity of a thirty year old sex bomb like Alex on heat.
I do not think I have come across a brothel so corporate about the service they provide as Spoilers. Right down to the receptionists shirt with logo. Like she is working in a hardware store or a nursery. Anyway, Karen is a delightful and professional woman who is perfectly comfortable with you being quite open about your preferences.
I was ushered into the waiting room to watch day-time television: Murder She Wrote featuring Angela Lansbury. As my brain is connected to my dick, my dick quickly went to sleep.
Wake up you dickhead, you're in a brothel.
And you want me to fuck Angela Lansbury? my dick replied.
Before I could explain to my dick the difference between visual stimulation received via television and visual stimulation received via reality, Rhiannon walked into the room. She is BEAUTIFUL. Her skin is perfect, her face flawless, her exposed legs, long and shapely, and her feet!, my God her feet! I don't have a foot fetish, I admire beautiful feet on a woman certainly, but the way Rhianon's feet were presented in her exquisite and tastefully chosen strappy high-heeled shoes was an unforgettable sight.
Anyway, I said no. I have to get over this inability to fuck women who seemed to have started in this industry far too early. I just can't do it! It borders on exploitation. If she, at this early stage of her life has decided to be a working girl, that's her business; but I just can't handle it. Further, in her sweet, shy little voice, she explained to me that she doesn't kiss and she doesn't allow cunnilingus. Rather than being disappointed, I understood. I just wanted to give her a cuddle, wish her all the luck in the world and tell her to be careful.
Anyway.moving right along. Karen comes back in and being a professional receptionist she knows right away.
Can you wait 20 minutes for Alex? She asks me
Nah, I say, 20 minutes is too long.
But next thing I know, Alex is seeing off her last victim and she is in the room with me.
Jeez darl, you didn't have to kick him out for me, I said to her.
Don't worry about it. He had to move along: she tells me.
ALEX IS A WOMAN. Thirtyish, confident, sexy and frank.and she has got a booking! -WITH ME.
(In the room. Shower, dry offyada yada. )
Alex comes in. Flimsy dress, black stockings, frilly pink knickers.
Me like!
Gets me to hold the upper rail of the 4 poster bed, spreads me like I'm up for a body search, makes me look in the mirror, runs her hands over my back and shoulders down over my arse through the gap, grabs my cock. Hands work their way back up, firmly grabs nipples. Down again after a couple of minutes of exquisite nipple play. Now she is crouching. Works her way round to my front. Cock in mouth.
I'm singing her praises. Fucking beautiful working lady. Show me how its done.
Alex comes up. Grabs the back of my head. Pashes me like a lover.
That's enough Alex. Put me on the bed and do whatever the fuck you want.
Pashes me, deep throats me, flips me over. Room goes quiet as my face is buried into her pussy.
Mmmmm, I think. I guess she is sending me a message.
Lick it boy! By now her labia is half way down my throat and her clit is being used as a basketball by my tongue.
Fuck, I'm gonna come, she tells me.
Suits me, I say.
She grabs my cock and deep throats me. It's like the closer she gets to orgasm, the more cock she wants to take in her mouth.
Once again, suits me.
Okay, gotta be honest, there was so much carrying on, I don't know if she came or not, but I like to think so, because she sure didn't complain when I rolled around with her to go for the main event.
You wanna fuck me boy? Is that what you wanna do? Come on then. Lets have you.
Missionary. Constant eye connection. (You ever noticed a woman always looks ten times more beautiful when you're fucking?.gets me every time). Right now Alex is looking like a supermodel made in heaven.
Yeah well, when a woman has got you that wound up and is looking that beautiful, how long can a man last?
Alex gave me a great session. What is it about a Working Ladies's in their 30's? Apprenticeship over. Knows straight away whether you're a clean and safe customer with a respectful attitude. No man frightens her. She can sus them out and decide whether to fuck their brains out or fuck them off. Body still looking beautiful; but highly tuned and responsive. All this and more I guess.
I LOVE A CONFIDENT EXPERIENCED WORKING LADY.
And I love the look and presence of someone like Rhiannon. I just know she would taste like sugar. Sometimes I wish I could get over whatever it is that won't let me book someone that young.
But then in my heart and mind I know, that nothing could compare to the intensity of a thirty year old sex bomb like Alex on heat.
and guess what? that priest was a lawyer and a bad politician before he became priest. he`s a real devil, erghs!