Thursday, September 04, 2014

Sunshine delivers



After Rita restored my hope in humanity, that a random picked girl can have gorgeous legs, I began to search for her replacement. Rita is, or similar to, the name of the Last girl I wrote. I did have a picture of her leg, a rather original post. I picked her not basing on that because I trust stand up straight mug shots more.

She was around for a few months before I discovered her, and lost her. She never came back.

And what did I find after that? Sunshine. I can testify that this is 100% her. You notice the sunlight coming in from the windows at the back? Yes, I think you just took it with her cell phone. No air brush. No distortion.

For some reasons she posted some totally fake pictures until months later, when she disappeared. Relatives or friends may not recognize her. But I would think recent clients, sugar daddies, boy friends will recognize her. Recognization may not be the real problem, which may be to avoid some people. Or she doesn't want her locals to know that she visits other cities, at other prices. So she or others just post some great models to attract new customers. She is a lot better than her fake pictures.

When she opened the door I thought she is 18 and she thought I am 20 something. (more on that later) She was in something like a white Victoria secret's angel collection. A simple two piece underwear and a lot smaller than what she was wearing in her pictures.

She is rather tall so she greeted me bare foot. She was energetic and bouncy like a teenager. She walked fast and didn't worry about keeping something from my line of sight. She wasn't hiding anything and showing off everything.

Her legs are greater and longer than Rita's. You can look at her slander fingers and project on the rest of her legs. I wasn't even focused once on her feet. There's enough to look at. The other reason is that she is bare feet so I won't go there unless there's nothing better to lick do. Also, model feet aren't that small in order to support a tall frame, but can be cute in other ways.

I don't usually look a breasts that much at first sight, but standing before you, they are the first imposing things you are aware of. Like a lot of girls, her breasts are perfect works of art. She went for a pretty big size but looks plausible. I can't forget those due to the very lack of support of her tiny bra and that she had the most awesome waist that I noticed in recent years.

She also has well maintained ass length hair, straight but with style. Very rare. Everything is a touch of class, in the sense that you can't wrap up all that hair, and that it takes time to maintain day to day.

The funny thing is that even though she has the face outline of a barbie doll, and that everything on her face looked very OK, I didn't have the urge to DFK her. For many girl, pretty, beautiful, cute, or not, DFK was the 1st thing I think of because that is not always offered. May be she dazzled me with lots of other things already.

Now I think that the reason that I didn't have a crush on her is because her face is artificial. It looked very natural because I didn't think of it at the time. But she used a little bit more colored makeup than I think she needs. And that's perhaps because she was hiding the knife marks as some movie stars that had plastic surgery. If those subtle marks wasn't pointed out by tabloids, I wouldn't have noticed it.  They are just like cheek bones under the skin.

Also, I think that she thinks her eyes are good enough that do not need surgery. I can think of two of the most beautiful woman I met, and looking back I think they may have they eyes enhanced. Haunting and mesmerizing. Other girls may tape their eyes that is also super sexy.

Am I picky? There's one more thing that I wasn't crushed on her. She has a rather different accent. I love foreign accents but her's are like tourists guides'. Usually that doesn't make a different but she rather likes to talk.

Maybe her flaws are her strength. I can concentrated 100% on her A++ figure and flawless skin. The reason I think she is older than 18 is because her body could be brand new or newly enhanced that cost a fortune.  She also has no hesitation on blow jobs, bare back style.

When I saw her pictured I PMed her per her instruction. Her ad has about one line of code. Her reply was brief, "I give you full GFE for $$$". I don't care what her version of GFE means but I had very specific things to look for - Rita's legs. If she didn't pass I wouldn't have stayed for any discounts. So I didn't comment on her full price too.

I never get to the right position to kiss her, and I didn't have the crush to. Her idea of full GFE is marathon blowjob. I had that with Emma, like playing with captured rats until they almost die, and let them live for another game.  But Emma like to kneel down or kneel on the bed so I can watch.

Sunshine likes to do it upside down. I had no problem with that because I had a great view of her butt and her legs. I didn't even remember to check her feet and toes and asshole.

She would blow me up to heaven and then at the point of big bang she would let me sink to hell, and the cycle cycles. Soon I realized I should pull her closer to me. But when I started to pull her legs slightly, she climbed over me for a 69. Actually she was ready to get into a 69 position all along. I was just having too much visual stimulation all at once to think of that.

.......

It was the perfect position. I was comfortbly laying down a little on the pillows and the headboard. She was dead center on me sucking my dick in a 69 position. All I had to do was grabbing her butt and pull her down a little so my mouth was dead center on her pussy without having to move any muscle. It wasn't easy for her because if she stacked on top of me she would lost her knees to support her body. There's a lot of manuover she couldn't do skillfully with only her hands and mouth. But we had all the time to compromise and settle down.

This can easily be my favorite position but you need a girl like her - everlasting oral skills, liked to be eaten unlimitedly, perfect legs and butt.

We could do it forever. So I gave her a spank on her butt to signal her that I wanted to cum inside. Since she didn't any intention to kiss, I went behind her and did the spoon. It was very satisfying to grab her perfect breasts while pounding away with her butt length straight hair trapped between us. I could also do a little leg (hers) manuover to get me excited and ready - twist them into a kinky post, pulling them and push them up dangling in the air.

I came inside her warm body. I released my grip from behind her so she could roll over or pull out. But she knew what to do by not moving. I had my hand still holding her left breast, my right hand on her hip, and my head burried between her neck and shoulder.

I gave her a good tip that she couldn't forget. I thought it was one off but I saw her 3 times or more.

The other time I saw her just before Valentine. I couldn't wait long and I didn't want to see her at Valentine, feeling weired. She is a straight shooter, another reason she seems to be younger than her age. She asked why I didn't visit her on Valentine instead! Well, I'm not against it. I don't want somebody to freak out without prior notice. May be the extra romance would turn out to be awkward.

But her question was perfectly valid. She accused me of saving the day for my favorite (escort). She was new to the area so that'a a good point. In the past I would save my sperms for the day in case Mrs Player want it. But it's not necessary. I could do it again in the evenings after a few hours of recuprating.

The only other girl I would see at Valentine is of course Chanel. But maybe she had to juggle a few clients' request on the day. Or she would call up her clients and hit them up for extra. But I don't think it matters Valentine or not because she always wanted to down play the romance part but emphasis the service satisfaction part.

Of course I liked Chanel more but I would prefer to fuck Sunshine. No hassle. The works. Complete satisfaction. But she also charges full price.

Chanel doesn't want trouble. Of course I would marry her any time in hind sight, given Mrs Player is still pretty hot, doesn't want sex, and doesn't ran away with somebody else. That's a no brainer. Her ex-clients aren't a big deal compared to whether she likes me and if she can like anybody. Seeing that she mellowed over a few years, and hearing her talking her hopeless relationship with her rich boy friend, I woud think I know her well enough if her yes is really yes. But then I probably don't have enough for her to say yes, and that if I have enough I may change my mind. That's life.

The 2nd time I saw Sunshine she wore stripper shoes and then sat down on the sofa for some relaxing conversation. She knew I like her legs. I wouldn't mind if she shows them off on high heels and looks taller than me instead of small. But I wasn't sitting next to her. I went for her feet straight away.

She liked the attention and giggled and smiled. It wasn't intense as I was eager to explore her all over again, and then straight to the 69. A kid inside a candy jar. It ended up the same routine all over again. And I was doubly satisfied. What else can be better?

About the 3rd time she told me I looked about 20 something when she saw me 1st time. Isn't she a straight shooter? I don't know if it's a compliment. Sure I looked half my age with all the hair, designer shorts and slippers. But is my performance declined to middle-age now?

But I'm always the VIP. She invited me to lunch and mentioned shopping. That was my favorite words a while back, especially from her mouth not mine. Of course I wanted to go with her but I didn't want her to be disappointed about my pocket. I declined. I could imagine everyone drewling on her - wondering if she is a hooker or a gold digger - ass length hair, model material, and tall.

I didn't lose my mind and took her to lunch because she was wearing 50's heels, tough, pointed, blood red, and stab me to death heels. Those are popular but I never got any interest in them.

If I have money to spare I would take her out with her wearing something like that in the pictures - bare shoulder and belly button, and a hot short pants. And of course cute high heel platform.

Chanel looked like a normal person at lunch, girl friend to a successful person and even looks classy in casuals. We are always given the best tables or very private tables. Even though I may look 20's but hanging out with 19 to 21 year olds don't feel good together on the looks. The only good thing about it is that they don't burn my pocket as fast. The tall blonde Grace may look better. I think she's in high end retail. Sometimes she comes in a classy jacket, or classy dress, but most often I think she changed into casuals first. The problem is that she is 6 ft. I didn't know why she invited me more than once. And I think it's just lunch and no shopping.

Those were the days.

Friday, July 04, 2014

She started it all


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I was bored and inactive for a long time. I gave up on finding an ATF replacement. It's as hard as looking for a girl friend or wife. There are plenty of eligible girls, but she has to settle for pocket money having no better things to do.

Appearances are hit and miss, not depending on how much money you risk. DFK is another thing. It may be passionate, it may be good, but you may forget about it the next week.

Once it happened I have time to kill and I was horny. It happens. Rather than spending time on ads I called up a booker who has a girl that had been noticing.

Yes, I do hit up those escort sites occasionally to see if their are beautiful pictures, and may be so beautiful that I have to call.

Her pictures are too good. Or actually flawless as I didn't get to see much, not her face nor naked breasts nor private parts. Her face has a beautiful outline, in good shape and shown a lot of skin, ghost white. I just don't think it's true and current. But I noticed her pictures for may be a couple of months. I almost wanted to call her but didn't.

When I needed sex she was the first out of my head of course. I called and booked her at the perfect time of my day. Then I changed my mind. I turned up near the place and asked if she's free. I was horny.

The booker was understandably not pleased. It was botherline rude. I didn't know what I was doing but asked some questions about where and when. That sounded threatening to him, threatening to cancel. I didn't mean it at all and I was always polite. But on the phone it may turn out different.

The booker suddenly realized his mistake and told me she was available immediately in 10 mins or so. I didn't believe him and I wasn't desperate. I could honor the original booking but he had other ideas.

She did turn up shortly. I was totally surprised when she opened the door. Her ghostly white was gone, and now she was caramel tan instead. This is about the most reliable indication that she was the girl in the picture. Everything about the girl in the picture was nice, attractive and nice, but that's hard to translate to a fresh and blood.

She must be over 30 but there's nothing old about her. Her hair was completely wrapped up, not loose and not covering any part of her face. She had no makeup on. But she still looks beautiful. And elegant. It's not the naked look or she applied some foundation. May be she got something on but that's about nothing. I can see the tiny lines of imperfection on her skins only when there's no makeup. She still looked beautiful. More elegant than beautiful.

That's not what I was surprised. She had a sort of little black dress on, but not black, not that tight, a bit casual but simple and elegant. It was short but not trashy. Still I wanted to hose her down there and then.

Her height is very medium but she had great legs. Not long but just great. It's not because of the 3+ high heel sandal carved out in a lot of wood. But it help to focus on her feet just as the dress helped you to focus on her legs and tights.

I remembered a photo that I liked, in which she wore a short dress too. Her legs were the center of attraction but she wasn't emphasizing the length, her height, or what was under the skirt. It was just nice, like what I just saw, and she knew how to show them.

I think I couldn't stop saying "nice", couldn't lift my head up, and then followed her wherever she took me, inches right behind her. Sure some girls have nice legs, but when you arrived they don't bother to show case it. Normally it's at most a few minutes before they got naked so they don't bother.

She was elegant, borderline cold. When she was doing things on me it was like a tea ceremony so I didn't want to disrupt her. I liked to watch her face and what she was doing. But my heart was on her legs, and thinking all the time how could I suck her toes without freaking her out.

A lot went through my mind and I knew she was going to put on the cover and penetrate me any time soon. That would be too late to do anything.

I pushed her away, went to the lower half of the bed and tried to touch her. She was alarmed and asked the very common question "what are you doing?"

So I went all the way to the very end of the bed and grab one of her feet. I kissed it and she relaxed. It doesn't always turn out good this way. Some girls don't like you to go near their feet.

I went up from there, tackled her legs somehow and finished after became big and hard.

She invited me to go take a shower and I knew she was short of time. How clever of me. I screwed up her schedule.

I got out of the bathroom first. When she came out she was in another dress, very casual, bordering pyjamas. Loose, comfortable but just as short. I couldn't help but staring at her legs and said nice.

I waited for a week before looking at her pictures and booking her. Unfortunately she never returned. She had everything I was looking for and then some. She was there for months until I discovered her. Fortunately, if I didn't go for her legs I couldn't have forgiven myself.

Saturday, June 28, 2014

The player goes to church


 
It was bizarre, but not unexpected in hindsight.


I asked my masseuse out because we were having fun in her work place. As for what fun it's another story.  Out in the sense of full blown sex.

She was very keen on giving her number to me. She said she would give her number to me so I can call advance to make appointments. But she didn't write it down proactively in case I didn't mean it. She was happy that I asked her again on the way out.

When I called her on her day off, she was rude, saying that she was off and didn't want to work. Then she said 7 pm when I was calling her at about 1 pm. Then she texted me the address of another massage studio. I know, day off means working in another joint as nobody works in the same place everyday. But they do have days off, either too tired working 7 days a week or they can't fill the table 7 days a week.

As a last resort, I texted her to remind her who I am in case she didn't recognize who's calling but have to pretend to know. It was like magic. In seconds I see on my phone the words "I go".

She really meant it when she said 7pm. Now she texted the address of a church and asked me to wait for her then. I thought she was being careful to pick a safe public place to meet me. But it was not.

When I got to the parking lot she texted me that she was coming "out". What a terrible thought - coming out from the church! It was more. I saw her at a distance but I still had to wait. I was parking at the corner and vaguely saw that a kid was around.

After 20 minutes pass appointed time I was to follow her car out of the church. I thought at least she made sense and not a total amateur. But then she got to a nearby park parking lot and got into my car. It is a bad idea to get into a stranger's car and go together for sex.

I took the initiate and asked her to direct me to any main road. Of course I read the map and knew where's the nearest main road and the motels along it.  When we got to the 1st motel I asked her if that's OK at the same time I was driving into it. I parked among the cars in the parking lot and walked to the office myself so she would feel more anonymous and comfortable. But what the heck, there's no vacancy! It was a total surprise when the reviews were bad.

Then two blocks away there was another one that wasn't even on the map. I walked to the office and handed some cash to the attendant without saying a word. It was gladly accepted and he mentioned two hours. Officially there should not be hourly rates but only daily rates, I think. But if you see a couple driving in the owners are very understanding, especially if you don't ask questions and have cash. You just change the sheets and don't have to report anything.

The day turned sour when we were sitting on the couch talking. The room was surprisingly good for a motel standard. Polished wooden floor. Clean bathroom with white towels. A clean empty fridge. A couch for two and more. Queen bed, head to toe dressing mirror on the wall. Still with plenty of space to run a little circle with all the furniture. And also a fairly new stand alone air conditioner that cool the room at an instant.

I was trying to sit her on my lap and took off her clothes bit by bit. But she had to tell me that she is a real church goer. But why? That she felt she was committing a sin by having sex with me in a motel!

But she had no problems giving me a happy ending in the massage parlour. I was not using it against her. I respect people. Whatever games she was or was not playing, I can deal with it. So I told her it was just work, told her to give me just another massage first and I was bring out my wallet. She pushed my wallet away a little bit and we were still talking.

I was advancing as we talk, feeling her up, lifting her shirt and playing with her jean button. She told me that she doesn't go to motels with clients. Probably true as it is a silly thing to do and that I am an exceptional client. But was she trying to date me? Whatever, I am prepared - to get out of any undesirable situation.

After telling me all that, and getting my respect, I was getting something. I pulled her shirt off. But she was still struggling a bit with her bra. So I told her to lie down in bed and I was going to massage her instead. It was a good way to overcome shyness or uncomfortableness. If you put your face in the pillows, you don't see anything like digging your head in the sand.

Then I undone the 4 hooks of her bra, unbutton her jean and pull it off totally. It was a massage, but the squeezing style and more with lips and tongue. I was trying to get her off first with my fingers, lots of cuddling and breast feeding. She did get hot, but then she wasn't satisfied with pussy rubbing. What? She wanted a missionary?

No, she wanted penetration. But then she had to interrogate my sexual history first. She must had been sloppy because I didn't know how I passed. Not that I had a terrible history but my brain wasn't working. But that wasn't plain sailing. She wanted to shower first and I followed her. It wasn't too bad as I had the excuse to touch her private parts some more. But she didn't reciprocal.

After all that I had difficulty getting a full erection. She did help sincerely and penetrated me anyway. It was grace saving when I got behind her for a spoon, my favourite. When it was near I returned for a missionary in the hope of a DFK finish. She held me tight, comfortable getting very close, face to face, eye to eye, but just not DFK. I wasn't sure I want to DFK her but in the heat of the moment I most definitely think I would.

As expected, I finished before she was satisfied. It was a good thing that she didn't hide it. I didn't feel bad because I had all the reasons in the world and she was the problem. She didn't feel bad too - may be more pleasure means more sin?

She let me stayed on top of her for enough time. She made sure I was totally done and went for the shower. After my turn in the shower I found out she put her clothes back on sitting on the couch. I didn't know it was her professionalism - that it was times up or she felt less sin with clothes on. The conversations led to the same old same old, that she didn't go out with clients to motels at all.

I knew she wanted to leave but didn't feel right to say so. I want to leave too after the deed. I needed no excuses but I made up one in advance just in case. I am a single parent and needed to pick up my kid at the baby sitter's. It was a perfect way to go, but the problem is, she's one too.

She left her kid at the church for some activities and it's time to pick her up. That's OK by me but I don't want to know. A single parent, church goer, who gives happy ending for a living? That's sad in may levels. But then she isn't doing too badly so it wasn't sad enough to ruin my day. I wasn't going to date her anyway or anybody, but this is the last straw if I was going to. A single parent is OK. It's the contradiction, the mind fuck. If she can have fun away from her kid, away from her job, away from her church, it would be reconcilable. It wasn't.

So I have the perfect excuse not to call her again. Maybe it's her perfect excuse too in case she doesn't want to go out with me again - to the motels that is. I can't handle her church. I don't feel bad if I came across her again in the message studio, or even book her again for massage and a hand job. She is fun at that but not more at a more personal level.

By the way, before we left I took from my wallet a stash of money that I counted beforehand, which was the same total amount that I gave it to her when I had a "massage". She accepted it gladly but had to complain halfheartedly that she felt like selling her body.

That's a bit of problem. She's not having fun and otherwise not very professional.

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Cougar 2


If I don't complete this, I will be leaving her hanging on.

Recap: she was standing in front of the head to toe dress mirror. I was kissing, sucking and licking her head to toe, and watching myself too.

Actually I did more like digging into her with my tongue. The private part in front is easier but not that satisfactory to me. The back side is nearly impossible but I got to linger on her butt. You need something to spread her legs standing. I did that before but there's nothing around the mirror to help.

Before I finished on the 1st mirror, I remembered the 2nd mirror by the bed side. See? I'm sensitive to mirrors. I finished with her toes and didn't think it was right to go back and forth, up and down too much. So I led her to the bed side with the mirror, holding her hand.

I pushed her slightly and she fell onto the side of the bed, both legs up, spreading and revealing her private part. Then I kneel down on the bed side and went ahead. If she wasn't that natural looking I swear she did the laser removal (pubic hair) and bleach (pussy). I applied my lips, tongue and a bit of fingers on her pinkish pussy. I watched myself too but it was not easy. Her perfect position would be laying parallel to the short side of the bed, at the edge of the long side so her legs had no place to hang except spreading in the air or supported by me. The bed side mirror was installed at the perfect height but I had to turn to six o'clock to watch myself in action. But you can't put you mouth in the 12 o'clock position when the eyes are six o'clock!

When I was satisfied with one side, I rotated my index finger and she knew to turn over showing her butt, feet in the air and legs spreading. I did the summary oral treatment to her butt and then some, trying to finish what I couldn't accomplish while she was standing. When she knew I wasn't going to stop digging all the way, she shook her head a little and uttered something like no.

I learned not to do something they were not prepared to do, especially in unusual places that could have many capabilities.

One word of advice, don't call yourself bombshell in ads. It is used too often and doesn't mean anything to me, perhaps I don't often book bombshells.

This cougar is the bomb. You don't need to arm her, shoot her, or throw her. You just need to drop her and once triggered she will devastate a large patch of territory around her. No mercy, no exceptions.

When I did all the oral examinations, I lied flat in the middle of the bed expecting more blowjob. Of course she knew what to do withing any hint. My vertical cock was the hint. She had skills, but didn't flaunt it. She made me very comfortable, rock hard, without trying to blew me away.

She had been having the worrying / a little scared look on her face. It was about my cock. She had the look when she was looking at it, and not hiding it. It could be some form of compliment but she over did it, but I don't think it was intentional.

When she thought that I couldn't possibly want more blowjob, she put on the condom, still with the worrying look. Since I didn't move a muscle she rode me, or attempting to rode me. She changed her mind in mid-air and reverted to the seiza position (sitting with knees bend).

She was sitting there right beside my cock, with the giving up position on her face and heads turning a bit. I think she was too shy to say my cock is too thick for her to sit on.

I never liked cow girl. If I have to give up control, it have to be something that I can't do otherwise, like blowjob.

For whatever her reason, with no hesitation, I got up for a fraction of a second and pulled her down by her hand, and captured her into the spoon position. My one hand went under her body and grabbed her very elastic breast. My other hand helped to insert my cock into her pussy, then went over her body to grab her other breast. I changed my mind in a split second and went to grab her pussy.

Suddenly, I felt something wrong. I felt awkward grabbing her pussy and didn't finger her or rubbed her. My hand went for her other breast. I understand later that she was on my wrong side when I pulled her into the spoon.  I ended with my left hand on her pussy and didn't feel right.

Feeling totally natural and highly elastic, I doubled my usual effort to squeeze her breasts while banging her. It was really hard but I stopped a split second to ask her if she was uncomfortable. She was OK with everything. I would think girls prefer cow girl, then doggie, then spoon. It's about control. But she seemed to have issues with cow girl but not spoon.

I would be very happy to come that way leaving all ten temporary finger marks on her breast. But then I knew she is a total GFE. I got up, turned her on the right side up, in the seiza position myself and went for her mouth. She knew I would be coming for her that way. In the split second that we were eye to eye, I could see that she was all smiling, with her eyes too, and welcoming me into her arms.

So we kissed and then I sucked hard while I punched downstairs. A few girls didn't like to finish that way even they are quite GFE. This cougar had no problem and seemed to be welcoming it if not enjoying it. With our mouths securely docked, I concentrated to finish the business down there, pulling out all the way and thrust back in.

After we kissed goodbye, she said the seasonal greetings. I was at first startled because I forget about all the festivity. Then I returned the flavor with a big smile and got on my way under the influence. For my ATF Chanel it was worse. She wasn't that nice all the time but when she was, I left my wallet on the motel bed, and in other times my glasses too. I drove all the way to the hotel exit and then realized that why the world was suddenly so blurry.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Ambushed by the local high school cheerleader team

Yeah, I wish. When I was walking around on campus, I spotted some cheerleaders scattered around in their shortest possible pure white skirt, and maybe in sport shoes as good as bare feet.

They are two far away from me to have an erection, which is a good thing. I have enough self control not to get any closer. But admired at a distance, they are more like perfect ballerina figurines.

But all of a sudden they congregated to perform a surprise cheer for the crowd some 10 ft in front of me. It's not like across the football field.

The problem is, they are all not like "chunky" NFL sexy types, but rather Babie doll types, the oldest less than 19. Imagine the effect on me when they all spread their legs and kick around. Very blond, very long legs, very slim. There are Asians among them but they all have the same build. With one or two exceptions, they don't have baby fat but Babie doll limbs. Did they all give up milk and meat?

It's like Girl Generation in the fresh, X 10.

The next morning I called Ms Pencil right away. (Mrs Player didn't summit that night.) When I met her I realized why I was a bit obsessed with her. She was wearing a tight jean skirt as short as she can get away with having to walk in and out of the car. What a coincidence. I didn't asked her what to wear but since the school uniform last time, she has good idea. She had lacy lingerie under it too.

I knew she has a great butt the first time she had a tight knee length pant on. That's the reason I stayed. The 2nd time she had a tight mini hot pant. It's great but I didn't know her legs are awesome until she almost bare them all under a super mini skirt.

I brought a 4 in casual high heel sandal with a tiny pinkish floral top. The amount of wood used for the chunky heels instead of a metal spike means expensive. Again she fit it like Cinderella. I asked her to walk around for a few steps on the skirt, then on lingerie alone, then naked.

I still think she has a fixation on cocks but she is a lesbian. Unusually my charm doesn't work much on her but she likes my cock more it seems. A curiosity item?

Monday, February 17, 2014

Cinderella, the wicked kind


Miss Pencil is one of a kind.  After we met, I'm not so sure I will see her again but I thought of her a lot, more by the day.  But it's not lust, addiction that sort of thing.  I am just more doubting and flip-flopping.

Finally I decided a few days after seeing her.  I'm not crazy about her but I want not to think about her too much and doubt too much.  So I sent her this and ask if she would wear this.  For many reasons, few would, and not usually for new clients.

When I sent her a "thank you" message after our first meet, she was very warm and enthusiastic, replying with lots of emotion-cons. I didn't get a reply.

So I waited enough to show that I don't care that much about the costume or about seeing her, and pressed for an answer.  It turned out that she was worrying about doing outcall, rather than the costume.  There's nothing much I can do about not doing incall. But for the costume, I made sure that she can't find excuses and just duck out of it when we met again.  After I gave her some compliments, she said, "It's cute and I like it."  But still I don't trust her that much because there's no emotion-cons, no exclamation marks.

Of course I didn't get a new one that would be a risky investment.  I brought out my own collection (for Mrs Player that is).  Sadly, it's rarely used.  I put the geninue outfit in the washing machine by itself to give it a good wash, packed it with some butcher paper (!), and put it in a 6th Avenue type of shopping bag to make it look sort of like new so she won't hesitate to wear without thinking about how may people wear that before and how many stains were on it and then removed.

Remember that how I was thinking to ask her to wear a mask?  I got it.  Actually the big bow tie on the chest can be used for blindfolding while she can still see through.  My excuse will be not allowing her to see what I'm doing on her, that it's part of the investigation of going out with a lot of boys and took all their money, or just that I'm shy.  Unfortunately I forget to bring that piece.  But it wouldn't work anyway.   We really need a nylon legging over her head so as not to come off with our intense fuck.

I have been preparing for the day since I booked her.  Deep cleaning, deep moisturizer, cut nails, trimmed hair & bush, frequent brushing and chewing gums. It's not like I'm going to impress a high-class hooker and turn her into a girlfriend.  For somebody that is possibly afraid of germs, all little things help.  I have girls asking me about a patch of bad skin, about a tape.  Some girls prefer bald balls but some are scared as if you are on chemo.   

The problem is, Mrs Player found me too irresistible.  The night before she kicked me.  It was a once in a blue moon bat signal.  "Oh no, " I told myself.  If it were Chanel I always find some excuses to continue sleeping, even though they are hardly convincing.  But even that Mrs Player is pretty hot.  I always saved my load for Chanel because I paid for it.  Mrs Player can kick me some other time.

May be Mrs Player put two and two together, knowing that I have the chance to go out of town.  She wanted to ruin my plans as part of her nature.  Not only that she wanted sex, she wanted hot sex.  I told myself, "I can handle this." (Even if I'm going to give Ms Pencil a good fuck for my money. ) As usual I had to force myself on her until she gave up resisting.  This time she wanted to be a cowgirl.  It didn't happen too often so I turned on and dimmed the light.

After her orgasm she became a corpse as usual.  I pulled her legs dragged her to the side of the bed.  I stood at the edge of the bed and penetrated in the middle of her legs.  I bent her knees, pulled her legs straight up, kissed her feet, bend her legs down, and all sorts of things while I was fucking her intensely, harder by the stroke. After I came buckets I made sure that my cum stay in the towel without dripping down the carpet that I have to clean afterwards.  I rolled her over away from my space and went to sleep.


  http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/1141168964/Free-Shipping-Sexy-Strappy-font-b-Slingback-b-font-Genuine-Leather-High-heeled-Platform-font-b.jpg Before I left home the next day I brought a pair of sexy shoes from the closet.  It was not in a prominent place so it's disappearance won't be noticed for a while. It's a pair of streamlined high "heel" wedge platform.  It's small and lightweight to go with the uniform.  It's not typical for the costume but I like some 4" of heels that alters the look of the legs, whole body posture and the way of moving around.  The view from above has to be having as minimum obstruction as possible.  The pair is black, which goes well with the costume.
Having something wrong with some of my cards and with some pins, I ended up at a bank at 9 am asking for cash.  When it was my turn a sexy teller opened a new window just to serve me.  Do you believe it's an coincidence?  If you believe 3 is a pattern I have to tell you that for some reasons bankers are very much into me :-))   (But so are teachers.)
Just happened that this teller is very small that could easily fit into the uniform I have. To make her taller she is wearing a 4" high heel with thicker, stronger lines suitable for work.  She was wearing a suit with a skirt just long enough for work.  I saw her walking around on her high heels when she turned up for work.  When she checked my ID I was thinking she was trying hard to suppress her surprise and disappointment.  Then I remembered that a teenage checker in a local hardware store couldn't suppress it because her colleague laughed behind her back.  The surprise and disappointment turned into shame and anger.
Miss Pencil was waiting for me in the motel room. The coldness on her messages was gone.  It was as if someone was replying the messages for her sometimes.  We even had a hug, during which I squeezed her bottom.  
Apparently she put some effort into her appearance than last time.  She worked on her eye lashes a bit and may be more makeup.  I didn't try to see if that make a difference. LOL.  I can't say she's ugly or scary.  She is a case of her facial features don't grow on you.  Indeed I can't say what features she has and I'm not keen to find out.
She has a very small hot pant on, but a kneel length boot.  Oh yes, here it's like summer and didn't rain for a long time.  I don't know if she wants her outfit to be sexier than the costume so she doesn't have to wear it, or she just want to show me that she can be very sexy, sexier than last time we met.  But I hate boots, the longer the worse it is.
I handed over the shopping bag.  She took out at the skirt and said immediately it's too big.  I thought it maybe her excuse but I just told her to wear what's fit and then turned around, waiting her to finish changing.
When she told me she was ready, I turned around to be surprised that it fits well.  she's twenty something at least but skinner than many school girls.  She is actually stretched a bit like, well, a barbie doll, but just not a designer's face.
What she said about the skirt being not fit means the skirt was too long.  It was too long for costumes but it was authentic.  Girls don't go to school covering half their asses, do they?  Obviously she likes it, saw the good quality of the material, and asked me where did I get it.
Not only that she fits the costume like her own, both top and bottom, but she was wearing the pair of wedge I brought.  She told me they fits but I don't believe her.  I went down on her to check, only to find that they fits her feet like the Cinderella story.
Before I arrived I had a lot of mental exercises to prepare for it.  "Form toe to hair", I told myself many times.  In the past few good encounters, I lost my mind a bit and went up and down.  I did things repeatedly without depth.  This time I should went back to basics, so basic do I won't forget even if I lost my mind.
I lifted her up to sit on the bathroom counter top.  I brought a chair for her feet to rest on so I don't need to hold both of them all the time.  She has deformed toes due to wearing too much pointed shoes, like the majority of women on earth.  So I didn't went crazy after taking off her shoes.  I didn't suck her toes but kissed and maybe licked from feet up, both of them. 
When I got to her skirt I made her stand up.  From up skirt I saw that she was wearing a nice lingerie, deep bluish with white floral patterns.  It complemented the sailor costume quite nicely but would be too sexy for the real thing.
Her bottom piece was tiny but I turned it into a throng and munched away.  My pants was too tight then so I took it off to release the pressure.  Until I was naked with my cock dangling. 
Sticking to the toe to hair scheme, I took off her skirt and panties and sat her on the bathroom counter top, legs spreading.  I took a good lick at her pussy.  It seemed that I had a good connection with her.  I don't usually go down on pussy that much. Going down on her seems to be like breast feeding, going on and on with warm and fuzzy feeling.
With her still sitting high, naked down there, leggings spreading wide around me, I felt her breasts on top of her uniform then reached under her top to get to them.  I lifted her top to take a good look at her bra. I complimented her, for the effort.  I took them off carefully with her help, trying not to ruin could be one of her best lingerie. 
When I saw her nipples I couldn't control myself but went ahead for some intense licking. They didn't look as perfect as last time but I had to suck them out and bite them off while she was holding her top for me.  In reality all I can do was intense licking with some lip sucking, anything else would hurt.
Now mission almost accomplished so I relaxed and let her continue when I sat on the side of the bed with my cock sticking out.  She came over, knelt down and started stroking my cock carefully and skillfully.  All the while she was looking at my cock in front of her face intensely like she has an oral fixation.  It wasn't expected as I didn't think she would like it and skipped the CBJ last time.
With the stroking, I was fully erect.  I thought she was going to swallow my bare cock with all of her mouth but she put on the condom.  Still kneeling down, she sucked away.  It was better than I imagined.  Her long hair is split in front of her face and with her going back and forth, I couldn't see much of her face but only sexiness.
She took her time enjoying my cock and then rose from the kneeling position to ride me.  I kept sitting up and tried to force her to sit on me and to fuck me face to face sitting.  The penetration was good and it was warm and cuddly.  But it wouldn't work.  So I laid down and let her do her cowgirl.  She increased the pace, depth and strength gradually and I was enjoying it.  Then she started the intense rhythm and tried to finish me.  To finish on top one position will be the squat with very deep penetration.  She wasn't doing that.  She was trying to use squeeze suction, fast and furious.
I wouldn't let her finish that, though it could be fun.  I got up at last.  I let her sit down at the very edge of the bed. Then I penetrated her while standing, she balancing herself with the help of her hands.  Her pussy was then between a stone hard beam and a hard cock.  Then I pounded her, increasing the thrust to become a foundation building mega machine at the end.  She wasn't afraid of a tough missionary after all.
Before the finish I let her do her best.  I pulled out and with my index finger made a circle like a magic wand, she turned over on her hands and knees, with butt hanging over the side of the bed.  I hold her pelvis as tight as I could and banged on her. Last time I knew she could take some punch like this and this time there was no mercy.  
After the firework I would love to stay inside a bit more, warm and cozy. But it wasn't comfortable with me standing straight and her butt in the air.  I pulled out carefully with the condom, pushed her away a little and collapsed in her place.
She went for the shower.  This time I made sure that she didn't want me in.  She really want to get a good wash without me getting in the way.
The way she acts remind me of an ancient BBC drama. The NHS is in disarray and all the nurses find it hard to survive on their salary and all had to find 2nd jobs. The nurse is a long timer but still somewhat attractive. An old man came to her house for after hospital therapy with referral. There was a roll of butcher paper on the head side of the bed, 3 ft wide or half of that.  She pulled on the roll so there is a sheet of paper covering the length of the bed.  Then the old man lied down on top of the paper.  Then it was insinuated that the "therapy" is actually a hand job or blow.    
I think I remembered that in some situations like a frequently used check-up room, you do have paper rolls like that when you have to sit or lie down naked or not.  Otherwise, the BBC drama would be quite original.
Ms Pencil is an uncommon case.  There are a lot of girls you simply won't want to see again. Others you want to marry them but then there are too many of them for the money you have.  Every time after the firework I doubt if I would see Ms Pencil again.  Even though her face appearance didn't grow on me like most others did, I kept thinking of her.  Now, I have a whole closet, and them some, of shoes that fits her ...... The one above is some 30 dollars but most of the others are priced above Chanel, the label, and even the most expensive pairs that Chanel, the escort, wore, are a league below.

Sunday, February 09, 2014

Miss Pencil



I had to be out of town so I had to be adventurous.  I picked one with great waist and looks great in a mini skirt.

After got lost in town amidst impossible traffic on a Saturday afternoon, I arrived in a Motel 6, an incall place that Miss Pencil took great length to hide until the last minute.

When I saw her I almost wanted to get out. She is not ugly but I won't pick her up at random in the streets for sex.  I'm not sure I can fantasy if I see her face more clearly and more often at close range.  There's no make over, no makeup or anything sexy about her.

Somehow her tight pants caught my attention.  It's more like yoga pants but made of causal material.  So I thought the pictures were real and it could get better with her clothes off.  The other reason I didn't get out immediately was that it was getting late (afternoon) and I could get much worse.  At least she is young, not more than 25.

She is younger than I thought because she is around for over a year or so.  She has some confident in her that she started to undress right in front of me.  Or she don't know how to do it more professionally.  There is an aura of amateurish around her.

It wasn't a strip tease but I had an erection watching her.  I though I at least would have a great ass but her breasts are a precious find.  Small firm tits, erect nipples like a pencil eraser.  Her ass and legs are better than in the pictures without the skirt.

She wanted to massage me.  It was crap.  But I learned that it will calm their nerves if they need to, and it's a waste of clock time if they want to.  Just let it be.

She used the finger feather touch on me to work me up and then told me to turn over.  I obliged.  I thought she hesitated to put on the cover and blew me, or put on the cover and rode cowgirlly and finish me.

So I started gripping her gently and munch on her breasts.  Actually there's not much breast if you don't suck hard on them, but all nipples.  Her nipples were all erected perhaps after the massage on me.

It was a struggle.  After a few secs of sucking her breast, I would went crazy sucking and her nipples would get in the way, perhaps caught in my teeth.  She would push my mouth away and I had to lick her instead.  If I suck on the nipples it's worse because the pressure on a small place will be great.  So I settled of licking her nipples hard and gently putting them and her breast between my lips.  But she seemed to enjoy it when it didn't hurt.

I enjoyed so much left and right so I prepared for the long haul.  I began rubbing her pussy as I worked on her nipples.  She was fine with that.  Then I went down on her totally.  It seemed that she is the type of younger girls with many rules but she was fine with that too.  She seemed to enjoy it though her mock moaning sounds amateurish.

I could have asked to massage her.  I could have penetrated her.  But all I did was munching her nipples and pussy, and in cycles.  Also, I asked her to turn around so I could munch on her great ass too.  She did but only a quarter turn.

I laid down.  She put on the cover and rode me.  It was a great sight with her erect nipples on her small firm breast.  I wish I could pinch her hard.  But I couldn't even suck her hard.  So I rubbed her nipples gently as if to arouse her. 

She rode harder and harder as if to finish me off.  I don't enjoy cowgirl other than the visual stimulation.  So I put her down and wanted my spoon so I can cup her breasts tight at her back.  But she wouldn't have anything of it.  Did I say she is the type with many rules?  So it was a crossed leg sideway fuck with she facing up and me sideways.  It was intense but I couldn't come that way, no matter how hard I tried.

I tried the missionary.  It was worse.  She actually wouldn't lie down flat.  She used the headboard and her legs to prevent me from deep penetration.  That's too bad, reminding me of many germophiles and semi-rip-off artists.

I was surprised she was willing to do the doggie.  I wasn't hoping for too much.  I was just playing along.  But after a few strokes, I knew she meant business.  And she had great ass and legs.  I gripped her butt as hard as I could, to make up for not able to rough up her breasts and nipples.  Then I went In & Out as hard as I could and as far as I could.  She didn't complain or flinched or ducked.  I asked her politely if she could take it every time I increased the thrust.  She kept her posture well and would put my dick back in if I ventured too far out.  She was totally wet with fluid flying all over.

I came, rolled over, and collapsed on bed.  She checked the cover, total me that it's intact, and went into the bathroom.  I could hear the non-stop shower.  She never came out of it.

I waited and waited.  She was not coming out.  She could had been waiting for me to join her but I didn't think of that.  So I went to the sink to wash my hands, rinse my mouth and clean my dick with towels.  When I was pulling off the cover, she made sure I flush it into the toilet.  That was the rare moment I saw her face since she disappeared into the shower.

So I put my clothes back on.  Debating myself whether to leave her a tip.  And told her that I'm going home to take a hot bath.  Then she rushed out of the shower to ask me to rate her on the website.  Review is a problem as I don't do it but rating is just ticking whether she is a rip-off artist or not.

It was only yesterday.  Today I kept thinking of her, or her nipples and great ass.  Her face became a blur, that I didn't see clearly or deliberately not looking in the first place.  Then I fantasized about putting her in different uniforms.  (And how politely to ask her to put on a beautiful sexy veil? I love devote muslim women?) Then I can't wait to execute that.  That's not a problem as she lives in the next town.  That's the advantage of true independents.  They will be there when you want to train them to suit your needs.


Saturday, January 25, 2014

What my tax refund brought me last year



I'm working on 2013 tax right now as the refund reserve is running low.  2013 turned out to be a very fun year.  To review that I have to start from the turn of 2012.  To spare you that, for now, I will start with the last one of 2013.  My best overall award for the year.

My trick for self preservation is not to hangout on hooker message boards, not to scrutinize every review, and not even to look at PM's of your alternative identity.  You save a lot of energy, time, and most importantly, money.

So when I have the need, I don't have much time to select.  But that's OK.  There are many professionals who's job is to make your decision wrong.  On that day, on my bookers' listings, there are no outstanding ads.  So I picked a summer intern lookalike, leggy and in an Ally McBeal jacket and skirt.

When the door opened and I looked behind it, I remembered that why I did not use this booker that much.  Instead of a summer intern (=young), she is what a cougar should be.  I wasn't disappointed as my expectations are not that high; it would be silly otherwise.  But you have to at least use the picture to claim something and be judged against it.  Many bookers are careful not to annoy customers.  If they put out an outstanding fake picture, they will be fairly certain that customers will not complain.  Or, they will be out of business soon (unless your business are from backpages, no offence).

Since I'm in a roll for the whole year, I didn't prepare to turn away if I sense that something wasn't right.  Naturally I scanned her even though I was a bit surprised.  She has back length hair, rather natural as opposed to silky smooth from head to butt, or so good that you are only allowed to have a glimpse of it.  She has a classic oval face, not pretty, not cute, nor anything wrong with it.  Not really anything bad for the naked look makeup, just about every girl do that so they can get in and out of the shower with ease.  Just that maybe some girls just don't need to apply much makeup for the makeupless look.

She has a thickly padded white bikini bra.  I have no idea why she picked that.  From the amount of flesh I felt, she must be wearing a throng type 2nd piece below.  But my scanning stopped at waist level.  It wasn't too flattering compared to my other girls.  And I wasn't there to pick flaws.  It was a pity that I stopped as I found out later that her legs are one of her strengths and she had a 4" sexy scandal and well done pedicure.   If I looked down and she had it on and wore that well, I couldn't possibly have 2nd thoughts.

I have a theory that through the keyhole I looked like a handsome 20 something with clueless expectations.  (Maybe minus the handsome a bit.)  And that she must have that sort of thing knocking the door too many times.  She didn't even bother to put on her heels expecting me to go away.

I didn't have 2nd thoughts anyway as I hadn't even considered other ads.  She is highly fuckable.  I could waste my time picking someone else but very likely I won't do any better.

I always know that model material and GFE are somewhat negatively correlated.  At the time if I don't have any alternatives in mind, I would stay expecting that girls will work harder to compensate for their shortcomings in appearance.  I was right more than wrong.  But I learned to be careful not to let them know my thinking.  When I was naive I tried to communicate that "you are not that good looking and you should do a lot more than model materials".  "I stay and don't disappoint me."  It doesn't work that way.  You will hurt their feelings.  And everybody is diva on their own domain.  If they know you will not be back given half the choice, they just don't bother.

But even for the insecure girls, if you find something on her that you are really (or not really) into, she will probably do her best to show her strong points to get you hooked.

This cougar is none of the above.  Maybe one day she woke up, wanted or needed money, and just stepped across the line.  She is a natural.  She doesn't need to prepare anything.  Just cross the line and take clients.  Without clothes she looked the part as a sexy call girl.  But with clothes on she can go to work in a supermarket or a bank, all without modifications.

We were well acquainted in the seconds on the way into the bed room.  We get naked and headed for the bathroom.  She was leading the way holding my hand, while I was like pointing a gun at her end of spine.  She was happy and I was happy, both laughing all the way to the bathroom.

After she kneel down, she began to compliment the size of my dick.  As usual I didn't take much notice.  I know I'm not small at all when I am fully erected.  So what?  Will you give me a discount if you are satisfied?   None offered so far.  I'm supposed to be very grateful if they cum.

I came out of the bathroom first and she soon followed.  When I was still standing she walked into me, smiling with her eyes and held my neck.  In the pass I would think this is the GFE routine.  One DFK and you can't complain on reviews that she is not GFE.  Nowadays one DFK doesn't make you a GFE.  So they just don't start that on their own.

But this cougar is different.  She is a natural.  I think she just thinks that is the right thing to do at the time and she liked to do it.  While I knew it would be the beginning of a beautiful relationship for the next hour, I remembered the mirrors.  Out of the bathroom I usually wait by a mirror for qualified hookers to get a close examination while enjoying myself.  After hangout in the bathroom, I knew she is well qualified.  But she came out so fast that I didn't have time to think about where I should sit and wait.

GFE can wait.  When we were both standing up I took her to the front of a floor standing dress mirror. Model materials are more likely to stand by the mirror and let you explore her body.  But still they may not be happy to give you the chance to discover any minor flaws.  For the majority they won't like you to discover something that will turn you off, or held against them when you have the choice.   She just went where I took her.  She didn't mind if that made me happy.

I kissed her, fondled her breasts and sucked them good.  And then down from there.  I wasn't just looking at the mirror from time to time.  I was turning her slightly all the time so I have the optimum angle to look at myself performing those acts.  I looked at myself squeezing her breasts both directly and in the mirror.  I saw myself sucking her breasts and licking her nipples in the mirror.

In hind sight I remembered her ad says all natural.  It is usually the code word for organic breasts.  They looked like it.  They are not suffocatingly big.  But they are good sized, in good shape, elastic and have a very natural feel to them when squeezed.  Her nipples were not so perfect as to look dead.  More like those of a teen.

Her butt is her strong point.  She was a throng on so there's nothing to help her butt to stay up.  It's round, firm and bouncy.  In front of the mirror in daylight, you should notice easily if there's anything wrong with her legs.  I didn't.  Well proportioned and goes well with her butt.  I kissed all the way down to her fancy toes.  Since she was supposed to be standing straight up all the time, after I went home I discovered that I hurt some of my muscles going up and down from head to toe.

If I'm writing at this speed it will take all year.  Let me publish it first.  Will continue.