A couple of months ago I was in Geelong and called into LORRAINE STAR and met one of the most beautiful looking Working Girls I have ever seen. But Gosh! she was a shy little number.
Unfortunately I was feeling absolutely ragingly horny. It was one of those days when I needed a "quick-fix" fuck rather than the total sensual experience, which I normally prefer. I knew this lovely young girl would not be right for the job. So on that particular occasion I held on to my libido for a few hours until I got back to Melbourne where I engaged a regular and experienced Working Lady to attend to my needs.
But the memory of meeting her has returned to me more than once. I just wish I could remember her name. I remember she blushed, drew her breath in shock and shook her head in the introdiction when I asked her if she felt comfortable about cunnilingus; so I would be in for a very quiet and gentle session at best. But I still want to spend some time with her. She was just so damn pretty. I thought to myself: Look, I'll respect all her boundaries - just chat quietly and gently to her through the session and who knows what rewards might eventually come? (Hey it's happened that way for me before!) And if nothing happens beyond the basic service well Heck!; she'd still be beautiful to look at. Got to be worth a couple of hundred to watch her undress and be naked for an hour.
I was in Geelong again today. Damn! Must be something in the water down here; because after a light lunch in Malop Street I was feeling ragingly horny. I hoped that this beautiful young woman would be on or available, and I called in to the parlour again. She wasn't in the introductions. But really; even if she had been on I'd have found myself in the same difficult position: tossing up the need for a raunchy service against the pleasure of being with a beautiful, but inexperienced, young woman. With the way I was feeling this afternoon, the raunchy service would have won.
So it was just as well that I met a girl called Sarah in the introduction.
"I like to tongue kiss - are you okay with that? - I want to go down on you, get my tongue in all the intimate places. I like dirty talk, you can go down on me, I like a bit of rough and tumble"
This is HER talking: not me!
Bugger me! I thought. I've got to take this one for a test drive. I'm normally a sixty-minute man, but I just wanted some quick relief today as opposed to a "session". So I put a $100 down for thirty minutes and took a shower.
Sarah is a brunette, early thirties. Figure looked tight in the short black dress and off the shoulder top. Not quite so hot after the disrobing: but hey, aren't we all like that?
Her knee comes between my legs as she stands before me as I sit on the bed. Grabs a fist full of my hair and pashes me.
Great Scott! I think I have bitten off more than I can chew. I think.
Normally I go to brothels for a different experience. I don't know. Something more esoteric. At the same time I want my sex! So a total sensory experience with a girl I'm really relating to is the ultimate service. But sometimes we all get that "Wham Bam Thank You Mam" feeling. Both men and women. It's not unique to anyone. It is human.
Yes!, Lets not deny it. Sometimes you just want to get laid hard and fast.
And that's just the way Sarah was feeling today. Or so she told me.
Her mouth was everywhere! She was one of the most oral women I have ever met.
This'll teach you to get horny, drop into an out of town parlour, and give yourself over to the first country gal you meet. I thought to myself as she ploughed her tongue into me and the ceiling moved in waves as I slipped in and out of some kind of physical ecstasy.
I'm going to be eaten alive in a little parlour in Geelong, and no one will ever know… I thought to myself. What a way to go. Goodbye everybody; it's been nice knowing you…
Okay, time to give a bit back: might stop her totally consuming me within the first five minutes. I was already pulling my own hair to stop myself from cumming.
We go into sixty-nine. But licky-licky isn't going to do it. Too soft. Apparently it has to be rubby-rubby. And rubby-rubby in a particular way.
This gave us a shared project at least.
"I really want to blow" she told me.
I never heard a girl use that expression before to describe her own orgasm. "Orgasm", "Climax", even "Cum." But ……"Blow???" Anyway, I knew what she meant. The project became a lot of fun as we worked together to get her there.
We did make ourselves laugh hysterically at one stage and it took a bit to get things back on track. I mean…the dirty talk thing. As I was twiddling her clit , I whispered to her: "What am I doing to you?"
Now I expected her to whisper back in breathy tones "Playing with my swollen clit" or something. But she got all serious and said "It's okay. I'm allowing it"
"Sarah! It's a game". I said.
"Oh the dirty talk game" she laughed.
And then she showed me just how dirty a country girl could talk. Her language was beautifully foul.
I think she felt a bit selfish (well I was the client) because she asked me a couple of times: Do you mind us doing this? as we mutually worked on her clit.
"Hell no!" I reassured her. "I'm having a ball." Besides, I wanted to see what happens. I've seen more than a few girls climax in my time but this should be sensational.
It required copious quantities of nipple sucking and chewing, along with the shared clit twiddling but the results were worth it.
"Fuck! I so needed that", she told me.
"I do like your tongue stud Sarah", I admitted. "It does take kissing to a new level".
"Lay back' she said. "I want to do some things". And then she showed me the profound effect that her tongue stud can have on other parts of my anatomy.
The ceiling was moving again and "Little Mr. Princkly" was begging for the relief that we first came in here for.
"Sarah I have to fuck you".
"Yeah, okay. Which way?"
"Missionary".
She grabbed the pillows and put them under her arse to lift her pelvis. Never seen a girl do that before. It increases the penetration apparently.
(As though Little Mr.Pee wouldn't offer more than enough penetration in his own right. Indeed!)
One minute of pumping like that and it was all over. She shared the joy of my orgasm with great passion.
"You've got to look into my eyes when you cum" she told me.
"Okay. I can do that."
Buzzer went straight after.
"Happy now?" I said to Little Mr. Pee as I showered afterwards. "Can we get on with the rest of the day in peace now?".
Silence, came the reply. He was fucked.
Not much more to say about this thirty minute special.
Other than erotic mutterings and the comical misunderstanding in the middle of it, we didn't talk that much. It was a bit of a roller coaster.
But even though I still keep thinking about that exquisite looking young woman who introduced herself to me last time I visited here, I do believe Sarah and I were right for each other today. A generous fun girl, offering a no-nonsense service.
We were a right pair of over-sexed horny scallywags.
Unfortunately I was feeling absolutely ragingly horny. It was one of those days when I needed a "quick-fix" fuck rather than the total sensual experience, which I normally prefer. I knew this lovely young girl would not be right for the job. So on that particular occasion I held on to my libido for a few hours until I got back to Melbourne where I engaged a regular and experienced Working Lady to attend to my needs.
But the memory of meeting her has returned to me more than once. I just wish I could remember her name. I remember she blushed, drew her breath in shock and shook her head in the introdiction when I asked her if she felt comfortable about cunnilingus; so I would be in for a very quiet and gentle session at best. But I still want to spend some time with her. She was just so damn pretty. I thought to myself: Look, I'll respect all her boundaries - just chat quietly and gently to her through the session and who knows what rewards might eventually come? (Hey it's happened that way for me before!) And if nothing happens beyond the basic service well Heck!; she'd still be beautiful to look at. Got to be worth a couple of hundred to watch her undress and be naked for an hour.
I was in Geelong again today. Damn! Must be something in the water down here; because after a light lunch in Malop Street I was feeling ragingly horny. I hoped that this beautiful young woman would be on or available, and I called in to the parlour again. She wasn't in the introductions. But really; even if she had been on I'd have found myself in the same difficult position: tossing up the need for a raunchy service against the pleasure of being with a beautiful, but inexperienced, young woman. With the way I was feeling this afternoon, the raunchy service would have won.
So it was just as well that I met a girl called Sarah in the introduction.
"I like to tongue kiss - are you okay with that? - I want to go down on you, get my tongue in all the intimate places. I like dirty talk, you can go down on me, I like a bit of rough and tumble"
This is HER talking: not me!
Bugger me! I thought. I've got to take this one for a test drive. I'm normally a sixty-minute man, but I just wanted some quick relief today as opposed to a "session". So I put a $100 down for thirty minutes and took a shower.
Sarah is a brunette, early thirties. Figure looked tight in the short black dress and off the shoulder top. Not quite so hot after the disrobing: but hey, aren't we all like that?
Her knee comes between my legs as she stands before me as I sit on the bed. Grabs a fist full of my hair and pashes me.
Great Scott! I think I have bitten off more than I can chew. I think.
Normally I go to brothels for a different experience. I don't know. Something more esoteric. At the same time I want my sex! So a total sensory experience with a girl I'm really relating to is the ultimate service. But sometimes we all get that "Wham Bam Thank You Mam" feeling. Both men and women. It's not unique to anyone. It is human.
Yes!, Lets not deny it. Sometimes you just want to get laid hard and fast.
And that's just the way Sarah was feeling today. Or so she told me.
Her mouth was everywhere! She was one of the most oral women I have ever met.
This'll teach you to get horny, drop into an out of town parlour, and give yourself over to the first country gal you meet. I thought to myself as she ploughed her tongue into me and the ceiling moved in waves as I slipped in and out of some kind of physical ecstasy.
I'm going to be eaten alive in a little parlour in Geelong, and no one will ever know… I thought to myself. What a way to go. Goodbye everybody; it's been nice knowing you…
Okay, time to give a bit back: might stop her totally consuming me within the first five minutes. I was already pulling my own hair to stop myself from cumming.
We go into sixty-nine. But licky-licky isn't going to do it. Too soft. Apparently it has to be rubby-rubby. And rubby-rubby in a particular way.
This gave us a shared project at least.
"I really want to blow" she told me.
I never heard a girl use that expression before to describe her own orgasm. "Orgasm", "Climax", even "Cum." But ……"Blow???" Anyway, I knew what she meant. The project became a lot of fun as we worked together to get her there.
We did make ourselves laugh hysterically at one stage and it took a bit to get things back on track. I mean…the dirty talk thing. As I was twiddling her clit , I whispered to her: "What am I doing to you?"
Now I expected her to whisper back in breathy tones "Playing with my swollen clit" or something. But she got all serious and said "It's okay. I'm allowing it"
"Sarah! It's a game". I said.
"Oh the dirty talk game" she laughed.
And then she showed me just how dirty a country girl could talk. Her language was beautifully foul.
I think she felt a bit selfish (well I was the client) because she asked me a couple of times: Do you mind us doing this? as we mutually worked on her clit.
"Hell no!" I reassured her. "I'm having a ball." Besides, I wanted to see what happens. I've seen more than a few girls climax in my time but this should be sensational.
It required copious quantities of nipple sucking and chewing, along with the shared clit twiddling but the results were worth it.
"Fuck! I so needed that", she told me.
"I do like your tongue stud Sarah", I admitted. "It does take kissing to a new level".
"Lay back' she said. "I want to do some things". And then she showed me the profound effect that her tongue stud can have on other parts of my anatomy.
The ceiling was moving again and "Little Mr. Princkly" was begging for the relief that we first came in here for.
"Sarah I have to fuck you".
"Yeah, okay. Which way?"
"Missionary".
She grabbed the pillows and put them under her arse to lift her pelvis. Never seen a girl do that before. It increases the penetration apparently.
(As though Little Mr.Pee wouldn't offer more than enough penetration in his own right. Indeed!)
One minute of pumping like that and it was all over. She shared the joy of my orgasm with great passion.
"You've got to look into my eyes when you cum" she told me.
"Okay. I can do that."
Buzzer went straight after.
"Happy now?" I said to Little Mr. Pee as I showered afterwards. "Can we get on with the rest of the day in peace now?".
Silence, came the reply. He was fucked.
Not much more to say about this thirty minute special.
Other than erotic mutterings and the comical misunderstanding in the middle of it, we didn't talk that much. It was a bit of a roller coaster.
But even though I still keep thinking about that exquisite looking young woman who introduced herself to me last time I visited here, I do believe Sarah and I were right for each other today. A generous fun girl, offering a no-nonsense service.
We were a right pair of over-sexed horny scallywags.
VIEW 10 of 10 COMMENTS
abbiss:
What a story!
conjure:
Oh Princkly, you always know how to make a girl feel better!
