Thursday, November 19, 2015

The auditions

And the winner is:

Nat. Actually a new winner emerges every time after I see a new girl, putting my auditions into jeopardy. But after today, Nat is the clear winner for now.

I saw her only once, but not today. She didn't claim to be new and she stated her age as late twenties. That's all the surprising because her pictures are the best. I always wanted to see her, if only for curiosity. Either she posted trick pictures or she would ask for an arm and a leg.

At the end, I didn't see her before because she seldom stops in my town, preferring posh neighborhoods (as stated in her ads). My neighborhood is posh, but not big centers that can support a lot of girls. Or you can say the population isn't that concentrated as some well know cities or towns.

I was surprised when she replied my private mail. Her fees are humble relative to her looks. So I have doubts about her pictures, or her face that was hidden. But then, you know the competition; there are plenty of new girls younger than her, younger by a lot.

Her hotel is Vegas style, with parking and entrances all around. The ground level is like indoor plazas and the lobby is large. So you can walk around and take the lift at the lobby without the feeling of staff and guests watching you every step.

She greeted me in a pinkish party dress with matching classic high heels. Not only that she practised the good old escort custom, she looked like a classic hooker too! Her outfit is totally modern. But nowadays everybody wears little if at all when they greeted me.

She has long blond hair, delicate pale skin, all natural, tall, slim, with long legs, in a party dress that fit and show off her curves and some legs.

We were trying to greet each other with a hug, but we had a problem. She had to lower herself a few inches so out cheeks can meet! I discovered a little later that she wasn't any taller than me, but she was in her heels a couple of inches high. I don't know why she didn't kick off her heels when she saw me in the peephole. I know girls do choose to wear heels or barefoot at the door. But maybe she rarely have clients that is 6 ft tall so she might just as well wear it all the time to show off.

Just when I was admiring our first meeting in the old fashioned way, she turned around and asked me to unzip her. Her dress slipped off her easily and she was wearing nothing inside. She was really waiting for me to undress her so I kneel down and pulled her dress down to the floor, revealing her gorgeous bottom and legs. I kissed her round firm bottom.

Everything was beyond my expectations, and that's rare. Her pictures are real, even taken over time. Her body has no visible weakness, tight tummy, narrow waist, medium natural breast that is nice to look at. The other tell tale sign is that she is comfortable in broad daylight naturally gotten into her room. No dimming or drawn curtains.

And her face didn't disappoint at all. Not that sort of beautiful face that you can't take your eyes off. Her face looks very natural, seems to have little makeup on. The more you look, the more you feel she is beautiful. May be not that beautiful but very proud to show off as your girl friend. But her face is actually cute at late twenties. Maybe the little pair of cat tooth helped. Indeed she doesn't look that old. She can claim 21. If she is smaller she can definitely claim that.

On top of that, she is always cheerful. She is conversational but not talkative. I can sense that everything goes through her brain but not calculating. Well, may be calculating but not in a bad way. She's not pretending to be classier than she is, and certainly not trying to be trashy.

When we proceed to the bed naked, she laid flat on the bed bottoms up. I puzzled for a sec and then realized that I kissed her butt a little and complimented it when I took her dress off. How accomodating.

She twitched when I was going down her cracks so I knew she wasn't into that. So I wet her long legs with my tongue, going through miles of pale smooth flawless skin, thigh muscle, lower leg muscle, ankles and all the flesh. Not her feet and toes this time because she was barefeet.

Then I roll her around and dived into her puzzy, perfectly shaved. I had at least two candidates that don't like being eaten. I'm not big on that but, well, it's just not imitate without that. Then I went up and greeted her breasts. Well, they are good looking but not those enhancements that can drive you crazy once in a while.

After I done all my routines with satisfaction, I laid down and let her took over. She was almost on top of me with her body weight fully onto me. And she was holding my cock without letting go for a second. It was strange when some girls just pull off my pants and started sucking.

The strange part was that she started kissing me, not only DFK, but also tongue wrestle, and let me suck her tongue out. And it wasn't me. My head was relaxed on the pillow. When her mouth came close, I would suck or stretch my tongue out. She kept that on for a few minutes, seems like eternity.

All the time I felt that there was something on her mind. One thing may be the size of my cock. Well, may not be the length, but certainly the thickness, the diameter, and the stiffness. Either she was figuring out how to dampen the stiffness a bit or she was letting her juice come out.

Or she was going all out to own me? In any case I wasn't complaining, being under a beautiful woman, being DFKed every three seconds for hundreds of times doing nothing but opening my mouth or sticking my tongue out.

My only worry was that she tried to skip the blowjob, or even worse, tried to give me a handjob finish. But certainly it wasn't a handjob. She was holding it as if only to sense the thickness of it in real time.

Finally, she released my cock and blew. Surprisingly it was mean, a mean blowjob. Not only that it had all the trimmings, suck, lick, roll around, tongue probing, she even throw in some throat work time and time again. It's not deep throat but you feel good and feel the effort putting into it.

She took her time, again, as if she was waiting for her juice to flow. This is more plausible because it wouldn't have helped her by DFKing me marathonly, unless she really liked me.

I had to tell her that my dam will burst if she wasn't going to start fucking me. Of course not in those words; I wasn't trying to be classy or trashy. I think she might have accepted failure and put lubrication on top of the condom.

I always preferred cowgirl nowadays, not because I loved it, but because I don't  want to ram into their puzzies without enough warmup.

When I told her to get off the horse, she asked me if I wanted doggy. Just because I kissed her butt once when I got into the room! I said spoon and she bent over sideways on the bed. I'm too lazy to do a doggy.  It wasn't really a spoon as she was bent but I could watch her butt and waist and played with her legs. I could still reach for her breasts that weren't far away.

She is GFE material so I finished in the missionary position. I was sucking her face hoping she would turn around and DFK, sucking in fluid above and releasing below. But she wouldn't do it. I wasn't pushing as she had done enough GFE.

After I came she wouldn't let me pull out. Well, I always love to stay inside the warmth, and stay on top the soft cushions, who wouldn't. But usually I stayed a little bit and pull out myself before they wanted to push me out. For her I didn't feel some encouragement to stay longer. Even after I pulled out finally, she immediately got on top of me, not exactly but almost. And instead of putting her head on my chest, she put it on my head, crushing my head in a good way.

I enjoyed it but my condom was still on. So after enough body warmth, I told her I needed to shower. The strange thing is, after I got out naked, she came over quick, embraced me and held me with arms around my neck. That prevented me from putting my pants on right next to me.

So I was standing there, didn't know what to do except for holding her and caressing her. Minutes must have passed. Maybe she wanted to show that she would miss me, or she liked me too much to let me go so soon. Maybe she wanted another shot. It's the money but maybe it's the challenge because I mentioned somewhere that nobody read that I once had to reject an excellent offer because I normally couldn't do multiples. The law of diminishing returns.

Finally she let me go because she sensed that the stiffness in my cock wasn't going to come back.

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