In the olden days when I was just a little boy (like 2003), there were mythical characters who would visit fair damsels in parlours which have disappeared into the mists of time, or have changed so much they are a shadow of their former selves.
Since I started visiting parlours and reading sex forums I have found ye ancient postes testifying to the life-changing services of fearless Working Ladies who brought grown men to their knees and left them tearing at the sheets and howling at the moon.
Such a legendary lady was Melissa (sometimes known as Mel) who has worked at such "castles" as, The Main Course, 112 Dryburgh Street, and others.
Men would call upon her to be serviced in a manner that left them crawling back to their trusty steeds (or rusty wheels to be more accurate and less poetic).
I make no secret that I have only been seeing Working Ladies for about two years. Since then I have met some beautiful women, brave women, cheeky women; but other than Donna from 112 Dryburgh, I have not met too many of the legends. The girls that have received rave review after rave review on the forums.
Like Rapunzelle, I had heard that Melissa had been locked in the tower at a brothel in Fitzroy. Today I found myself in the area again.
Yes - again.
I have actually called in on this parlour three times now only to find no ladies were available. Not so today.
She met me in the front room. She was quite different from what I expected. She looked and talked like a reliable office assistant in her thirties, except she was dressed in the usual parlour lingerie.
Well, having met her I was then left with the challenge of having a session with her.
Took me about .05 of a second to decide.
Money down.
Escorted to the room.
For such a cute little parlour they are well-featured rooms. En-suite with showers, washbasins, WC (no excuse for piddling in shower). And yes!! Radio speakers that you can turn down or off according to your preference. Needless to say it went off in less time than it took me to decide on Mel.
The confidence that exudes from this woman is extraordinary. She is one of the most unpretentious, direct, charming Working Ladies I have ever met. She stands before me naked at the end of the bed; hands on hips, watching me dry off after my shower.
I told her how I had read about her on forums.
She laughed and assured me that it was all cool. Told me I could write about her if I wanted.
Is there anything you particularly want to do? She asks.
So what is unusual about a WL asking you this?
Simple - it was asked in the room, as the session is about to commence - not in the reception area. In other words, I got the impression that she'd already decided before we got into the room that she would be perfectly comfortable delivering just about anything.
Fark! I thought. I'd better sound cool now.
Yeah, well, I said. I like straight sex, oral on me, oral on you, kissing and if I get inspired for something more exotic as we go along I'll ask you, is that cool?
Easy, she says; and I like the way you smile all the time; she tells me by way of compliment.
Oh thank you, I say. I'm sure you'll have me smiling a lot more in a minute.
It felt weird as we hit the bed. So this is the legendary Melissa, I thought to myself.
Surprisingly, she's compliant; happy for me to take the lead.
I'm reserved, a bit humbled by her status.
She gets the measure of me quickly. I swear she is reading my body language as easily as a book. I guess after nearly a decade as a full time WL, you have to have learnt something.
Kisses deeply till I relax. Tender kisses down the body. Nipples get the work over.
Then, without question, without negotiation, as natural as the act itself, she goes down on me. Never mind the condom!
Yikes it is intense. She deep throats like a pornstar. Her fingers are everywhere!, perineum massage, anal insertion.
An amazing reaction from her as it continues. She actually groans with satisfaction.
Is this an act or does she get actually get a real libido hit from sucking cock? Whatever, it's damn convincing and bloody good for the ego.
Sweet Melissa, I think, I am seconds away from shooting my load and I cannot walk out of here without knowing I fucked you - or you fucked me - I don't care but it has got to happen.
Hold the horses Babe, I say
She releases me with a resounding "POP" (gotta love that sound).
Back to kisses.
Have to repay the compliment. But she's one step ahead of me with a beautiful gesture that makes me worship any Working Lady - she demands I go down on her. Grabs my hair and put my head where she wants it.
Yes Melissa!
She's trimmed but not close, there's still a bit of bush, which surprised me in these days of ubiquitous bald pussies, but it's fine by me.
Fuck she is responsive!
Have confidence Princkly, I say to myself. This is real. She's not just making sounds to stroke the sad male ego. This is the genuine article.
Ten minutes of pussy licking, and POW!
That is one mother-fucking, girl orgasm! (I'm not that dumb, I know when it has happened).
By now she is dripping and I am panting. And I have fallen through a time warp to 2003. So this was what the legendary ladies of yore would do, I think.
She is hungry and sexually aggressive now. She's down on me again licking balls and her tongue is exploring everywhere.
I want you from behind, she says.
You want me from behind?
She shoves my head down into the pillow. I'm loving it!
And thus commences a rim job that leaves me making noises that make the pillow an essential aid to cover my howls
She flips onto her back whilst I am still in doggy position, gets between my legs and it's back into the cock sucking.
Fuck this is intense!
Let me go down on this woman one more time as some kind of humble and unworthy thanks for the way she is working me over.
She lets me, and damned if she doesn't come again!
Mel I have to fuck you, have to fuck you, have to fuck you, have to fuck you, have to fuck you, have to fuck you.
She is one step ahead of me again.
Condom on and into the main course.
It's a pretty warm day but I don't think that has much to do with the sweat we have built up. Whew this is hot work!
Oh blessed day! I'm hard as a rock and holding up fabulously. Despite the excitement there's not going to be any prem ejac. Yes!
We pump away in missionary position for five minutes then I pull out again. Lets play some more.
Off with the condom.
Back to 69then back to fellatio and to an amazing natural conclusion that makes Melissa a legend beyond question.
Buzzer sounds. No time for the usual roll round on the bed chatting. The whole session was just full on PSE and I am well fucked, I suppose is the right expression.
So I look back on those who wrote about her in the past and I ask myself were those old reviews exaggerated?
No,
They were just telling it like it was.
Damn hot stuff!
But at the end of it all what do you feel?
I can tell you straight. You don't feel clever, you don't feel superior, you don't feel alpha male. No I take that back - you do feel alpha male.
But to be honest you also feel privileged and humbled. And you also feel protective. She's such a giver, such a generous sweet Working Lady. You actually want to be her knight in armour, her protector.
You fear that a trusting Working Lady who gives like this should never have her kindness, warmth and generosity compromised or taken for granted.
She should have a guard with a sword standing at the door asking the departing males if they thanked her properly.
I did. And I do again.
Since I started visiting parlours and reading sex forums I have found ye ancient postes testifying to the life-changing services of fearless Working Ladies who brought grown men to their knees and left them tearing at the sheets and howling at the moon.
Such a legendary lady was Melissa (sometimes known as Mel) who has worked at such "castles" as, The Main Course, 112 Dryburgh Street, and others.
Men would call upon her to be serviced in a manner that left them crawling back to their trusty steeds (or rusty wheels to be more accurate and less poetic).
I make no secret that I have only been seeing Working Ladies for about two years. Since then I have met some beautiful women, brave women, cheeky women; but other than Donna from 112 Dryburgh, I have not met too many of the legends. The girls that have received rave review after rave review on the forums.
Like Rapunzelle, I had heard that Melissa had been locked in the tower at a brothel in Fitzroy. Today I found myself in the area again.
Yes - again.
I have actually called in on this parlour three times now only to find no ladies were available. Not so today.
She met me in the front room. She was quite different from what I expected. She looked and talked like a reliable office assistant in her thirties, except she was dressed in the usual parlour lingerie.
Well, having met her I was then left with the challenge of having a session with her.
Took me about .05 of a second to decide.
Money down.
Escorted to the room.
For such a cute little parlour they are well-featured rooms. En-suite with showers, washbasins, WC (no excuse for piddling in shower). And yes!! Radio speakers that you can turn down or off according to your preference. Needless to say it went off in less time than it took me to decide on Mel.
The confidence that exudes from this woman is extraordinary. She is one of the most unpretentious, direct, charming Working Ladies I have ever met. She stands before me naked at the end of the bed; hands on hips, watching me dry off after my shower.
I told her how I had read about her on forums.
She laughed and assured me that it was all cool. Told me I could write about her if I wanted.
Is there anything you particularly want to do? She asks.
So what is unusual about a WL asking you this?
Simple - it was asked in the room, as the session is about to commence - not in the reception area. In other words, I got the impression that she'd already decided before we got into the room that she would be perfectly comfortable delivering just about anything.
Fark! I thought. I'd better sound cool now.
Yeah, well, I said. I like straight sex, oral on me, oral on you, kissing and if I get inspired for something more exotic as we go along I'll ask you, is that cool?
Easy, she says; and I like the way you smile all the time; she tells me by way of compliment.
Oh thank you, I say. I'm sure you'll have me smiling a lot more in a minute.
It felt weird as we hit the bed. So this is the legendary Melissa, I thought to myself.
Surprisingly, she's compliant; happy for me to take the lead.
I'm reserved, a bit humbled by her status.
She gets the measure of me quickly. I swear she is reading my body language as easily as a book. I guess after nearly a decade as a full time WL, you have to have learnt something.
Kisses deeply till I relax. Tender kisses down the body. Nipples get the work over.
Then, without question, without negotiation, as natural as the act itself, she goes down on me. Never mind the condom!
Yikes it is intense. She deep throats like a pornstar. Her fingers are everywhere!, perineum massage, anal insertion.
An amazing reaction from her as it continues. She actually groans with satisfaction.
Is this an act or does she get actually get a real libido hit from sucking cock? Whatever, it's damn convincing and bloody good for the ego.
Sweet Melissa, I think, I am seconds away from shooting my load and I cannot walk out of here without knowing I fucked you - or you fucked me - I don't care but it has got to happen.
Hold the horses Babe, I say
She releases me with a resounding "POP" (gotta love that sound).
Back to kisses.
Have to repay the compliment. But she's one step ahead of me with a beautiful gesture that makes me worship any Working Lady - she demands I go down on her. Grabs my hair and put my head where she wants it.
Yes Melissa!
She's trimmed but not close, there's still a bit of bush, which surprised me in these days of ubiquitous bald pussies, but it's fine by me.
Fuck she is responsive!
Have confidence Princkly, I say to myself. This is real. She's not just making sounds to stroke the sad male ego. This is the genuine article.
Ten minutes of pussy licking, and POW!
That is one mother-fucking, girl orgasm! (I'm not that dumb, I know when it has happened).
By now she is dripping and I am panting. And I have fallen through a time warp to 2003. So this was what the legendary ladies of yore would do, I think.
She is hungry and sexually aggressive now. She's down on me again licking balls and her tongue is exploring everywhere.
I want you from behind, she says.
You want me from behind?
She shoves my head down into the pillow. I'm loving it!
And thus commences a rim job that leaves me making noises that make the pillow an essential aid to cover my howls
She flips onto her back whilst I am still in doggy position, gets between my legs and it's back into the cock sucking.
Fuck this is intense!
Let me go down on this woman one more time as some kind of humble and unworthy thanks for the way she is working me over.
She lets me, and damned if she doesn't come again!
Mel I have to fuck you, have to fuck you, have to fuck you, have to fuck you, have to fuck you, have to fuck you.
She is one step ahead of me again.
Condom on and into the main course.
It's a pretty warm day but I don't think that has much to do with the sweat we have built up. Whew this is hot work!
Oh blessed day! I'm hard as a rock and holding up fabulously. Despite the excitement there's not going to be any prem ejac. Yes!
We pump away in missionary position for five minutes then I pull out again. Lets play some more.
Off with the condom.
Back to 69then back to fellatio and to an amazing natural conclusion that makes Melissa a legend beyond question.
Buzzer sounds. No time for the usual roll round on the bed chatting. The whole session was just full on PSE and I am well fucked, I suppose is the right expression.
So I look back on those who wrote about her in the past and I ask myself were those old reviews exaggerated?
No,
They were just telling it like it was.
Damn hot stuff!
But at the end of it all what do you feel?
I can tell you straight. You don't feel clever, you don't feel superior, you don't feel alpha male. No I take that back - you do feel alpha male.
But to be honest you also feel privileged and humbled. And you also feel protective. She's such a giver, such a generous sweet Working Lady. You actually want to be her knight in armour, her protector.
You fear that a trusting Working Lady who gives like this should never have her kindness, warmth and generosity compromised or taken for granted.
She should have a guard with a sword standing at the door asking the departing males if they thanked her properly.
I did. And I do again.
enola:
thank you 
jaime:
No. It was a bicycle accident.
