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14-03-2013, 11:47 PM
Helen was the first of two new things I will have done tonight. The second is this, my first AR.
I decided - that is, my lower half decided - that I would head down to 64 tonight for a bit of the old in-out. I rang ahead and booked Helen for an hour, taking a chance on the new girl based on her photos.
There was a stiff wind blowing when I arrived, and a factory nearby must have been processing paper or some other material, as there was a very obvious methane stench in the air. A poor start to the experience, albeit totally out of the shop's control. I hoped that the smell wouldn't be noticeable once inside, and double-hoped that I wouldn't end up in the tiny room in the back, because if the smell managed to find its way through the very generous ventilation there... well, I hoped I wouldn't get the tiny room.
Once inside, I breathed a sigh of relief when I was directed to the second-smallest room. I normally dislike its dungeon-like dimensions, but at least it had no windows. I caught a glance of Barbie, gorgeous as always, as I came in, and glimpsed the other new girl, Fei Fei, through an open door. I made a mental note to see her in the future.
I digress. Onward, into the fray.
Helen was polite when she entered the room, and gave me a light kiss on the lips after money changed hands. I noticed that she had small, nicely shaped breasts and a excellent backside. There was a small amount of tummy fat. I showered while she was out, and did not have to wait very long before she returned - a good sign.
I learned that she is Taiwanese. In the two seconds it took to learn this, I also discovered that she has a very limited command of English. This was not a problem for me; if I could communicate with Cici, I could communicate with this girl. At any rate, do not expect to converse with her at length if you only speak English.
We started off with more light kissing as she undressed. She is not a deep kisser, but to her credit, she does more than peck. Tongues were not involved in this activity. I attempted to breach this defensive line, but her teeth were a formidable barrier, and I could not overcome them this time.
Once her equipment was off, she pulled away and gave me a brief lap dance, before straddling me on the edge of the bed, placing my cannon between her legs, grinding on it as she kissed me again. I paid a little more attention to her body this time, and used my tongue to do some reconnaissance. Her perky breasts and responsive nipples were dealt with in due course, and by this time she had crawled onto the bed and presented her love hole. I scouted it a little, and found that it had a pleasant taste and was well-trimmed with a little Hitler mustache above it.
Further probing with fingers revealed two things: first, that she responds well to having her clit rubbed, getting wet fairly quickly; secondly, that she will not allow penetration of her fortress by fingers. This was acceptable to me.
We maneuvered into 69, and I continued to assault her pink fortress with my mouth. She moaned, twitched, and bit my thigh several times. Preliminary analysis suggests that she enjoys this. I noticed after a time, however, that my soldier had yet to find his mark. She kissed it, licked it, licked the two squadmates, but was not putting it in her mouth.
My lance has penetrated many mouths, and had never met a hesitant opponent. I was vexed.
I communicated my desire to be fellated. She signaled that she would require either a condom or $30, as there was some precum.
Well, of course there was precum. I was goddamn horny. Precum is encountered when erections are present. This is not unusual. Precum is to be expected, like Germany invading Belgium.
This got my attention. I had never had a lady, professional or otherwise, hesitate at the sight of precum. Just the other day, Cici had been enthusiastically attacking my knight without his armour, and I had to put this out of my mind quickly, if I was to stay ready for battle. I had only ever had a CBJ once before at 64, but at least that lady had indicated that preference upfront, before money changed hands. I took for granted that every lady at this shop offered BBBJ as a standard service, not one that sends the price of an hour into Ginza territory. I was not pleased by this offer.
Naturally, I terminated negotiations. She seemed disappointed, but gave my sword a single uncovered polish before she put it in its scabbard and continued. I allowed this to continue for a minute or two, then withdrew, pulling her towards me in preparation for the main offensive. She mounted up and rode hard, before I turned her onto her back and pounded her trench. I then decided to strike from the rear, and put all my remaining energy into bayoneting her from behind.
She has a fantastic arse, and the sight of it as I penetrated her defences again and again drove me over the line, and I exploded inside her.
Alas, without a BBBJ to rouse the troops, there would be no second offensive, and at any rate, the first one had taken longer than expected. There was cuddling, and then another shower, and then clothing returned to bodies. I took my leave.
In retrospect, Helen gave a decent service. She is young, quite attractive, and has a decent amount of stamina.
She does not, however, provide DFK or BBBJ as standard services. She in fact offered the latter at a price point at which I can find younger and more attractive girls who do provide DFK on top of everything else. If I was going to pay $180 for one hour of FS + BBBJ, I would be heading to the CBD, not Taren Point. This means that while enjoyment was had tonight, I will not be seeing her again.
I decided - that is, my lower half decided - that I would head down to 64 tonight for a bit of the old in-out. I rang ahead and booked Helen for an hour, taking a chance on the new girl based on her photos.
There was a stiff wind blowing when I arrived, and a factory nearby must have been processing paper or some other material, as there was a very obvious methane stench in the air. A poor start to the experience, albeit totally out of the shop's control. I hoped that the smell wouldn't be noticeable once inside, and double-hoped that I wouldn't end up in the tiny room in the back, because if the smell managed to find its way through the very generous ventilation there... well, I hoped I wouldn't get the tiny room.
Once inside, I breathed a sigh of relief when I was directed to the second-smallest room. I normally dislike its dungeon-like dimensions, but at least it had no windows. I caught a glance of Barbie, gorgeous as always, as I came in, and glimpsed the other new girl, Fei Fei, through an open door. I made a mental note to see her in the future.
I digress. Onward, into the fray.
Helen was polite when she entered the room, and gave me a light kiss on the lips after money changed hands. I noticed that she had small, nicely shaped breasts and a excellent backside. There was a small amount of tummy fat. I showered while she was out, and did not have to wait very long before she returned - a good sign.
I learned that she is Taiwanese. In the two seconds it took to learn this, I also discovered that she has a very limited command of English. This was not a problem for me; if I could communicate with Cici, I could communicate with this girl. At any rate, do not expect to converse with her at length if you only speak English.
We started off with more light kissing as she undressed. She is not a deep kisser, but to her credit, she does more than peck. Tongues were not involved in this activity. I attempted to breach this defensive line, but her teeth were a formidable barrier, and I could not overcome them this time.
Once her equipment was off, she pulled away and gave me a brief lap dance, before straddling me on the edge of the bed, placing my cannon between her legs, grinding on it as she kissed me again. I paid a little more attention to her body this time, and used my tongue to do some reconnaissance. Her perky breasts and responsive nipples were dealt with in due course, and by this time she had crawled onto the bed and presented her love hole. I scouted it a little, and found that it had a pleasant taste and was well-trimmed with a little Hitler mustache above it.
Further probing with fingers revealed two things: first, that she responds well to having her clit rubbed, getting wet fairly quickly; secondly, that she will not allow penetration of her fortress by fingers. This was acceptable to me.
We maneuvered into 69, and I continued to assault her pink fortress with my mouth. She moaned, twitched, and bit my thigh several times. Preliminary analysis suggests that she enjoys this. I noticed after a time, however, that my soldier had yet to find his mark. She kissed it, licked it, licked the two squadmates, but was not putting it in her mouth.
My lance has penetrated many mouths, and had never met a hesitant opponent. I was vexed.
I communicated my desire to be fellated. She signaled that she would require either a condom or $30, as there was some precum.
Well, of course there was precum. I was goddamn horny. Precum is encountered when erections are present. This is not unusual. Precum is to be expected, like Germany invading Belgium.
This got my attention. I had never had a lady, professional or otherwise, hesitate at the sight of precum. Just the other day, Cici had been enthusiastically attacking my knight without his armour, and I had to put this out of my mind quickly, if I was to stay ready for battle. I had only ever had a CBJ once before at 64, but at least that lady had indicated that preference upfront, before money changed hands. I took for granted that every lady at this shop offered BBBJ as a standard service, not one that sends the price of an hour into Ginza territory. I was not pleased by this offer.
Naturally, I terminated negotiations. She seemed disappointed, but gave my sword a single uncovered polish before she put it in its scabbard and continued. I allowed this to continue for a minute or two, then withdrew, pulling her towards me in preparation for the main offensive. She mounted up and rode hard, before I turned her onto her back and pounded her trench. I then decided to strike from the rear, and put all my remaining energy into bayoneting her from behind.
She has a fantastic arse, and the sight of it as I penetrated her defences again and again drove me over the line, and I exploded inside her.
Alas, without a BBBJ to rouse the troops, there would be no second offensive, and at any rate, the first one had taken longer than expected. There was cuddling, and then another shower, and then clothing returned to bodies. I took my leave.
In retrospect, Helen gave a decent service. She is young, quite attractive, and has a decent amount of stamina.
She does not, however, provide DFK or BBBJ as standard services. She in fact offered the latter at a price point at which I can find younger and more attractive girls who do provide DFK on top of everything else. If I was going to pay $180 for one hour of FS + BBBJ, I would be heading to the CBD, not Taren Point. This means that while enjoyment was had tonight, I will not be seeing her again.