princkly

Last week I decided to visiti Oriental Plums; an Asian brothel in the Northern Suburbs.

I wonder if there was a time when some architect came up with a building which would serve as a standard shape brothel for the outer suburbs of Melbourne. Like Mc Donald's Restaurants. Basically the same, but a little bit different.

From the outside and from the internal space and layout, Oriental Plums, Crystal Lodge, Garden of Eden are out the same mould. Sandy coloured, two storied, and BIG with discreet car parks round the back.

But internally Oriental Plums has orientalised itself with lighting and furniture like an upmarket Asian restaurant. Chinese lanterns, marble, the colours red and gold, dark carved mahogany furniture featuring dragons and birds, is everywhere.

I don't know much about Asian bonking but I have heard exponents of the art refer to the ladies who run these places as Mamasan. If that isn't the right term, lets just say the receptionist (a middle aged Asian lady) was very nice.

"Sit down pleeeeese, I bring you free girls". Unfortunately "free girls" turned out to be three girls.
First two girls tell me they do everything.
"Everything? Sounds great! So oral on you is okay?" I tentatively enquire of each one.
"No! Not on me!"

So much for "everything".

Tanya from Thailand is the final girl to present herself. She marches in, blowing out the last lungful of smoke from a cigarette she has just extinguished. Nice body. Pretty face. Grabs my hand: "Okay we go". She says in an alarmingly husky voice.

Mamasan intercedes. "You want to stay?"
"Yeah he stay one hour", Tanya answers on my behalf.

(I'm saying Tanya retrospectively, because I hadn't even learnt her name at this stage.)

"I need to ask you something" I say.
"I like to kiss, I suck you, and I like you go down on me" she says, pre-empting my questions. Obviously her colleagues have worded her up.
Well that pretty well answers things, I think to myself.

I pay for thirty minutes with the reassurance to Tanya and Mama San that if all goes well an extension to the hour will be called for.

Bedroom three is nice. The ensuite is beautifully appointed with spa, showers, toilet, vanity basins, powder benches, disposal razors and toothbrushes. Very impressive! No excuse for not looking nice for the lady. Not bad at all. It had only been a couple of hours since I finished lunch at home. In fact it was over lunch, and an inspiring lingerie advertisement in the junk mail, featuring an Asian model, that I decided to commit this lecherous act. So my shave was recent and my teeth were clean. But I took the obligatory shower.

Tanya returns to me.
I tell her my name; after all, it's only fair to give the girl something to call out in her moment of ecstasy.
"Incidentally, my name is Princkly; what's yours?"
"Tanya".

"We do one hour?" She suggests.
"I normally do Tanya, butlet's just see how things go".
"One hour better". She tries to up-sell me again.
"What's my name?" I ask her teasingly.
"Dunno. Forgot. We do one hour?"
In a weird way her indifference to my name and her single mindedness to up-sell me, actually charms me. I tell her my name again.
"I know", she says.

Tanya, struck me as a fun girl, (she smiles a lot) but other than an agreement to slobber all over each other's genitals, kiss and fuck I didn't sense much of a connection with her. And other than a man with a couple of hundred bucks to be extracted, I'm sure she didn't with me. I mean, she couldn't even remember my name for more than thirty seconds.

She kneels on the bed next to me. Shoves her nicely enhanced tits in my face and demands I suck her nipples.
Who am I to argue?
"You lick my pussy now?" she asks with an even more demanding tone in her voice.
God! She's keener than I am to get into it.
I kiss down her very silky skinned body to the required location and God she tastes good!
Her responsiveness is outrageous! She arches her back, grabs my hair, and talks!
Although English is her second language she can say "lick me" faster than any native born Australian girl. And say it she does! Over and over and over and over.
Well, we are definitely in the same fan club when it comes to oral sex.

"Come!" she says.
She pulls me up to her. Kisses me. I turn round to go sixty-nine. I always believe it is polite to let the lady go on top in this position so she is not pinned down or subject to your thrusting should you get over excited.

Tanya has no interest in being on top whatsoever. And thrusting is encouraged with bum whacks. I've seen some deep throating in my time but this girl takes the lot and hungers for more.

At this stage we have been going for about 10 minutes and she is turning up the temperature second by second.
I'm amazed at how hard this girl is coming on. But at the same time I feel she is working (brilliantly yes) but working. It's like I'm in a porn film. The sex is full on but there is absolutely nothing (not even a shared conspired giggle) behind it.

With most Working Ladies I go with (especially my favourites of course) the sex is paced because we are talking about other things - we chat as we play (doesn't have to be intimate - just good and folksy). But with Tanya it's just going like a runaway train!

If you want a porn star experience, she's your girl. But don't get me wrong. She does play safe. Although how she got a condom on me in sixty-nine I have no idea. I have heard of girls keeping them secreted in the side of their mouth (perhaps she did that trick). But I must admit I thought she was doing me bareback until I looked down.

Fifteen minutes in and the demands continue. Apparently the cunnilingus is now at the point where the main course must begin.
This is a happy day for me in many ways. I have hardly spoken to this woman (never mind the usual Princkly preliminary cup of tea ritual), but she has me ragingly horny - and really hard! Goddamn! I feel half my age.
It wasn't until I shot my load during an immensely energetic main course, and collapsed that I realised how hard my heart was beating. Within fifteen minutes I felt I'd run a marathon.

But then the laughter started.
The whole episode had been so fast and furious it just seemed funny. Like when you're out with a friend and you spontaneously decide to do something silly together like break into a sprint and then crack up laughing.
Fortunately Tanya was laughing too.
I laughed so much I had tears in my eyes.
"That was great babe" I said.
"You want to do more?" she asked.
Oh fuck! Like I could.
I don't know if she is laughing with me or at me. I don't really care.

"What's my name, Tanya?" I asked her.
"Dunno" she said.
I put my arms around her. "Fuck I like you" I said
"You want to do more? Do one hour?" she asked again patting my chest.
"Honey, I won't be able to get it up again till tomorrow" I tell her.
"Okay, I give you massage" she says.

So I agree to that. But massages are just not my thing to be honest.
But after thismaybe they could be.
After the energy of the session, the hysterical laughter, it was really kind of nice.

Her expert massage in the silence of this warm, softly lit, quiet room in the late afternoon with the wind howling outside was utterly golden.

I liked Oriental Plums. The rooms were nice and beautifully appointed and they have a sweet unhurried Mamasan who makes you comfortable.

If you go see Tanya, tell her Princkly sent you. Guaranteed she will look at you totally blank.

"Who's Princkly? You want to stay one hour? I do everything." (And she just about does).