Seeressofkell
02-12-2013, 11:05 AM
I met up today with the advertised 24 years young Ms Miley Heart at a CBD location for a one hour full service GFE incall; the report below represents my account of proceedings.
Sent her an SMS 24 hours prior to my proposed time and was surprised to receive a response confirming availability almost immediately. She deferred revealing the actual location of the meet until the next day, 3 hours prior to the appointment time. It was at this time that she confirmed the location of the meet (major hotel in CBD), and also answered some of the questions I had around her GFE inclusions; kissing, DATY, multiple cum - all yes, confirmed inclusions. Giddy-up.
She instructed me to announce my presence via SMS upon arrival to the hotel bar, following which a discreet rendezvous at the central lifts was deemed the most appropriate. Let me quickly say at this point that whilst this type of meeting where the courtesan meets the customer in public can be somewhat risky, the old fashioned nature of actually living up to the job description of an "escort" added a touch of class and was deeply appreciated.
When the lift doors opened an attractive 5'9" girl with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair met me and smiled encouragingly. Miley was dressed in a knee length black pinafore with a wide black patent leather belt and some matching svelte peep toe suede anklet boots. The peep toe was a nice touch, confirming nicely manicured toes with blood red nail polish (matching hands) and immediately satisfied my foot fetish. I could feel the spunk starting to boil in my testicles.
I immediately complimented her on her professional appearance. She graciously accepted with a smile and word of thanks, and then responded in kind. The thirty second lift ride up to the 10th floor comprised the usual small talk conversation /getting to know you niceties and before long we were standing in the narrow corridor of her hotel room.
She commenced proceedings by requesting payment, which led to a quick compliment for counting out the money in front of her (apparently a customer had failed to do so recently which led to an almost contentious moment later on for her). Tick of approval was received via a quick health check of Mr Wobbly; and some of those reading this report will immediately recognise the penis reference, brought to you by Robert G Barrett's main protagonist, Monsieur Les Norton. With the formalities out of the way, a brief shower and a gargle of mouthwash was all that was required and I can honestly say that this was one of the quickest private prep intros that I have had to endure.
During my shower Miley had changed into a sheer red lace camisole which showed enough cleavage and adequately framed her well rounded bottom. Body wise, Miley has: 1) a loose midriff with stretch marks confirming either a previous pregnancy or some fairly serious weight loss; 2) C cup boobs that possibly wouldn't hurt to have augmented, and up close; 3) facial make up somewhat generously applied. Let me say right now to the punters out there that all of this paled into comparison when I experienced that first open mouthed kiss.
Miley's soft lips were gorgeously addictive. My own breath was fresh minted almost overpoweringly so from the earlier mouthwash gargle and detracted somewhat from the intense mouthfest that I was experiencing, but if truth be told I could have quite easily kept on kissing her for the remaining 45 minutes of the session.
She lay back on the queen sized bed and I got on top of her. With the red blood cells starting to pick up the pace in their march down to fill Mr Wobbly, I lightly ran my tongue all over her body, including neck, boobs, nipples, thighs, legs, calves, feet, toes and labia majora.
I love DATY and pride myself on my proven ability to make a woman cum within 5-10 minutes of flipping the switch on my vibrating tongue. Turning my attention to her clitoris, I was a little disappointed at the 5 minute mark to have her hand gently muscle in on the space where my mouth and tongue were doing such good deeds, and her right hand masturbation took over.
It was at this moment that I lay down beside her and she took Mr Wobbly in hand, followed by CBJ. What she lacked in experience and technique, she made up for with youthful exuberance. It lasted 5 minutes (during which I had the makings of of a leg cramp of epic proportions, but managed to will it away without letting the air go out of Mr Wobbly) and then we moved into a pleasant upright cowgirl.
My focus however was to get her into missionary, as that normally leads to my favourite position*, which is flat on her back, knees bent, feet on my chest, slam away in pussy using my cocked knees for maximum leverage, and sucking on delectable toes.
The joy I received from missionary sex was elevated to new levels from the face to face open mouth kissing with this angel. She cocked one leg up under my torso and began to once again rub her clitoris whilst I slowly pounded away in her love tunnel. Her intense climax quickly reached, we moved on to doggy which comprised her on all fours with feet hanging over the edge of the bed, my two feet firmly planted on the floor, and me grabbing her ample soft white fleshy posterior, and then giving her a slow pounding.
I felt the spunk rising like a tidal wave and half grunted, half moaned a quick question to spilling my seed over her creamy bum cheeks; to which she agreed. Exactly 5 seconds later I totally changed my mind, and let my cum spurt buckets into her womb cavity. It was only a minute later that I realised that during doggy she had been reaching back letting her fingers do the walking, twitching almost imperceptibly, switching between massaging my full scrotum; rubbing on her own love button; and ensuring that she wasn't going to be subject to a screaming baby in nine months time by checking to see that the fantastic plastic hadn't slipped off the end of Mr Wobbly.
She gently removed the offending prophylactic and lay down next to me for 7 minutes of chit chat. I checked my watch and was content to see that 25 minutes was still remaining, but was keen to get back in the saddle for a second ride. I guided Miley down to Mr Wobbly, she started sucking, and we eventually found our way into my favourite position (refer * above).
It was at this exact time whilst I was attempting to pop one of her delectable little red painted toes into my mouth, that her Apple iPhone / alarm from hell decided to go off, signalling 5 minutes left of the appointment (my watch said 15). Lets face it, this particular sound from those geniuses at Infinite Loop Cupertino was designed to raise the dead, set submariners into battle mode, and contribute to an immediate soft on. Luckily though I was quite taken with this girl, so the latter wasn't an issue. I ramped up the rate of knots, deployed the spinnaker and set sail. I pounded Miley with the force of a thousand suns and I truly believe that if I had had more time, she would have diddled her nubbin to the point of no return for a second time.
I shot a second load of white creme patissiere up her snatch and fell back into a heap on the bed caked in sweat. Let me tell you, I was spent. A brief shower, a quick mouth kiss on the way out and I was extremely satisfied with the outcum.
Will I go back ? You bet. And this time I ain't having a wank beforehand either.
Sent her an SMS 24 hours prior to my proposed time and was surprised to receive a response confirming availability almost immediately. She deferred revealing the actual location of the meet until the next day, 3 hours prior to the appointment time. It was at this time that she confirmed the location of the meet (major hotel in CBD), and also answered some of the questions I had around her GFE inclusions; kissing, DATY, multiple cum - all yes, confirmed inclusions. Giddy-up.
She instructed me to announce my presence via SMS upon arrival to the hotel bar, following which a discreet rendezvous at the central lifts was deemed the most appropriate. Let me quickly say at this point that whilst this type of meeting where the courtesan meets the customer in public can be somewhat risky, the old fashioned nature of actually living up to the job description of an "escort" added a touch of class and was deeply appreciated.
When the lift doors opened an attractive 5'9" girl with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair met me and smiled encouragingly. Miley was dressed in a knee length black pinafore with a wide black patent leather belt and some matching svelte peep toe suede anklet boots. The peep toe was a nice touch, confirming nicely manicured toes with blood red nail polish (matching hands) and immediately satisfied my foot fetish. I could feel the spunk starting to boil in my testicles.
I immediately complimented her on her professional appearance. She graciously accepted with a smile and word of thanks, and then responded in kind. The thirty second lift ride up to the 10th floor comprised the usual small talk conversation /getting to know you niceties and before long we were standing in the narrow corridor of her hotel room.
She commenced proceedings by requesting payment, which led to a quick compliment for counting out the money in front of her (apparently a customer had failed to do so recently which led to an almost contentious moment later on for her). Tick of approval was received via a quick health check of Mr Wobbly; and some of those reading this report will immediately recognise the penis reference, brought to you by Robert G Barrett's main protagonist, Monsieur Les Norton. With the formalities out of the way, a brief shower and a gargle of mouthwash was all that was required and I can honestly say that this was one of the quickest private prep intros that I have had to endure.
During my shower Miley had changed into a sheer red lace camisole which showed enough cleavage and adequately framed her well rounded bottom. Body wise, Miley has: 1) a loose midriff with stretch marks confirming either a previous pregnancy or some fairly serious weight loss; 2) C cup boobs that possibly wouldn't hurt to have augmented, and up close; 3) facial make up somewhat generously applied. Let me say right now to the punters out there that all of this paled into comparison when I experienced that first open mouthed kiss.
Miley's soft lips were gorgeously addictive. My own breath was fresh minted almost overpoweringly so from the earlier mouthwash gargle and detracted somewhat from the intense mouthfest that I was experiencing, but if truth be told I could have quite easily kept on kissing her for the remaining 45 minutes of the session.
She lay back on the queen sized bed and I got on top of her. With the red blood cells starting to pick up the pace in their march down to fill Mr Wobbly, I lightly ran my tongue all over her body, including neck, boobs, nipples, thighs, legs, calves, feet, toes and labia majora.
I love DATY and pride myself on my proven ability to make a woman cum within 5-10 minutes of flipping the switch on my vibrating tongue. Turning my attention to her clitoris, I was a little disappointed at the 5 minute mark to have her hand gently muscle in on the space where my mouth and tongue were doing such good deeds, and her right hand masturbation took over.
It was at this moment that I lay down beside her and she took Mr Wobbly in hand, followed by CBJ. What she lacked in experience and technique, she made up for with youthful exuberance. It lasted 5 minutes (during which I had the makings of of a leg cramp of epic proportions, but managed to will it away without letting the air go out of Mr Wobbly) and then we moved into a pleasant upright cowgirl.
My focus however was to get her into missionary, as that normally leads to my favourite position*, which is flat on her back, knees bent, feet on my chest, slam away in pussy using my cocked knees for maximum leverage, and sucking on delectable toes.
The joy I received from missionary sex was elevated to new levels from the face to face open mouth kissing with this angel. She cocked one leg up under my torso and began to once again rub her clitoris whilst I slowly pounded away in her love tunnel. Her intense climax quickly reached, we moved on to doggy which comprised her on all fours with feet hanging over the edge of the bed, my two feet firmly planted on the floor, and me grabbing her ample soft white fleshy posterior, and then giving her a slow pounding.
I felt the spunk rising like a tidal wave and half grunted, half moaned a quick question to spilling my seed over her creamy bum cheeks; to which she agreed. Exactly 5 seconds later I totally changed my mind, and let my cum spurt buckets into her womb cavity. It was only a minute later that I realised that during doggy she had been reaching back letting her fingers do the walking, twitching almost imperceptibly, switching between massaging my full scrotum; rubbing on her own love button; and ensuring that she wasn't going to be subject to a screaming baby in nine months time by checking to see that the fantastic plastic hadn't slipped off the end of Mr Wobbly.
She gently removed the offending prophylactic and lay down next to me for 7 minutes of chit chat. I checked my watch and was content to see that 25 minutes was still remaining, but was keen to get back in the saddle for a second ride. I guided Miley down to Mr Wobbly, she started sucking, and we eventually found our way into my favourite position (refer * above).
It was at this exact time whilst I was attempting to pop one of her delectable little red painted toes into my mouth, that her Apple iPhone / alarm from hell decided to go off, signalling 5 minutes left of the appointment (my watch said 15). Lets face it, this particular sound from those geniuses at Infinite Loop Cupertino was designed to raise the dead, set submariners into battle mode, and contribute to an immediate soft on. Luckily though I was quite taken with this girl, so the latter wasn't an issue. I ramped up the rate of knots, deployed the spinnaker and set sail. I pounded Miley with the force of a thousand suns and I truly believe that if I had had more time, she would have diddled her nubbin to the point of no return for a second time.
I shot a second load of white creme patissiere up her snatch and fell back into a heap on the bed caked in sweat. Let me tell you, I was spent. A brief shower, a quick mouth kiss on the way out and I was extremely satisfied with the outcum.
Will I go back ? You bet. And this time I ain't having a wank beforehand either.