The Golden Girls of The Grosvenor - The Fab Four - Claire, Rebecca, Jane and Cristina, were either absent or in bookings when I arrived. Well they've been there for years and every other daytime brothel goer rightly worships the ground these girls walk on: (you either book or you miss out) so what else could I expect?
Well, one thing I didn't expect was Nikki.
As soon as I met her in the introduction I thought: this girl is nice!
Nikki has an English accent. A touch of the Londoner.
Within minutes of talking to her my mind was made up.
Right looks.
Right attitude.
Right service.
On a blustery, rainy autumn afternoon, Nikki would be just the ticket.
Donna is a lovely receptionist, (so is Trudy and especially Beryl). But it was Donna who endured my insolence and farting around at the counter today.
I jokingly propose the use of twenty-one, $10 discount vouchers cut from "The Melbourne Times". This should add up to $210, thus getting myself a freebie. Donna laughs and tells me "Not allowed".
I want my "frequent fuckers" session card stamped multiple times. One for each of the other girls I would have happily booked if they were available. After all, their unavailability is hardly my fault. Once again "Not allowed."
"Well how about a cup of tea?" I ask. "Is that allowed?"
Anyway, all games and teasing aside: it was money down for Nikki and on with the show.
Nikki is a slim girl - nice size 8 tanned body. Mid to late twenties, I'd say. Long wavy brunette hair. She is actually Australian but has been living in England for years and in many ways has adopted their ways. Her ears pricked up at the suggestion of a nice afternoon cuppa.
So we spend the first 15 minutes or so naked on the bed supping our tea and having a good old chinwag.
"Well Nikki" I say putting my cup and saucer aside, "All this chat is nice, but we have a lot of work to do and not much time, so we'd better get on with it".
"Yes. Of course" She agrees.
She puts her cuppa aside and swings around on the bed as I get off the bed so that I can stand between her legs and have her kiss my chest and suck, bite, chew my nipples. I run my fingers through her long hair. She lifts her face. We kiss. I kiss down her body and she reclines back on the bed.
Soon I am kneeling on the floor between her legs and the pussy licking begins and goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on (There was a lot of oral on her).
Mind you, as she gets closer to climax it was interspersed with a lot of finger sucking and toe sucking.
I get on the bed with her and we slip into sixty-nine.
She slips a condom on me and starts a head job. I love the head jobs done with heartiness and a suggestion of slutty need. They are the best!
We kiss deeply. She's not frightened to use her tongue. (What a genuinely flattering and pleasant surprise!). Inspired and hungry for more, I go down on her again in sixty-nine.
Drunk on her lovely pussy juices I eventually have an epiphany.
"I want to fuck you" I tell her. (Talk about seeing the light!).
We go missionary. Her muscle control is the most impressive I have ever encountered. She can draw me right in. She has so much muscle control, I am sure she could crush or totally evict my cock if she was inclined to do so.
Not that I regret one minute of it, but so much chatting over a cuppa, followed by cunnilingus has been indulged in, the damn clock has ticked on. Just as the bonking begins so does the buzzer sound.
"A little more vigour" she suggests, giving my cock a squeeze with those amazing internal muscles.
"Yes Nikki. Damn! You look beautiful!"
"Thank you P. Come on now".
"Yes Nikki.Oh God!! Ah! That's better."
Bit if a tidy up as the second buzzer sounds and it's time to hit the showers. As
she jumps off the bed, I notice something. She's got a tattoo on her arse.
"Nikki! Tattoos are my fetish and you've got one and I never even saw it".
She laughs. We try to figure out how that was possible. Retrace our actions as we shower and talk about the session. First time that has happened to me. Not seeing the back of a girl till the show was over. But that's the way it unfolded.
I had a great time though. It was a lovely way to spend an autumn afternoon: curled up with a pretty girl with a bit of a cockney accent; supping tea in one of the cosy little front bedrooms of The Grosvenor (not to mention all the other scrumptious activities).
Highly recommended.
Well, one thing I didn't expect was Nikki.
As soon as I met her in the introduction I thought: this girl is nice!
Nikki has an English accent. A touch of the Londoner.
Within minutes of talking to her my mind was made up.
Right looks.
Right attitude.
Right service.
On a blustery, rainy autumn afternoon, Nikki would be just the ticket.
Donna is a lovely receptionist, (so is Trudy and especially Beryl). But it was Donna who endured my insolence and farting around at the counter today.
I jokingly propose the use of twenty-one, $10 discount vouchers cut from "The Melbourne Times". This should add up to $210, thus getting myself a freebie. Donna laughs and tells me "Not allowed".
I want my "frequent fuckers" session card stamped multiple times. One for each of the other girls I would have happily booked if they were available. After all, their unavailability is hardly my fault. Once again "Not allowed."
"Well how about a cup of tea?" I ask. "Is that allowed?"
Anyway, all games and teasing aside: it was money down for Nikki and on with the show.
Nikki is a slim girl - nice size 8 tanned body. Mid to late twenties, I'd say. Long wavy brunette hair. She is actually Australian but has been living in England for years and in many ways has adopted their ways. Her ears pricked up at the suggestion of a nice afternoon cuppa.
So we spend the first 15 minutes or so naked on the bed supping our tea and having a good old chinwag.
"Well Nikki" I say putting my cup and saucer aside, "All this chat is nice, but we have a lot of work to do and not much time, so we'd better get on with it".
"Yes. Of course" She agrees.
She puts her cuppa aside and swings around on the bed as I get off the bed so that I can stand between her legs and have her kiss my chest and suck, bite, chew my nipples. I run my fingers through her long hair. She lifts her face. We kiss. I kiss down her body and she reclines back on the bed.
Soon I am kneeling on the floor between her legs and the pussy licking begins and goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on (There was a lot of oral on her).
Mind you, as she gets closer to climax it was interspersed with a lot of finger sucking and toe sucking.
I get on the bed with her and we slip into sixty-nine.
She slips a condom on me and starts a head job. I love the head jobs done with heartiness and a suggestion of slutty need. They are the best!
We kiss deeply. She's not frightened to use her tongue. (What a genuinely flattering and pleasant surprise!). Inspired and hungry for more, I go down on her again in sixty-nine.
Drunk on her lovely pussy juices I eventually have an epiphany.
"I want to fuck you" I tell her. (Talk about seeing the light!).
We go missionary. Her muscle control is the most impressive I have ever encountered. She can draw me right in. She has so much muscle control, I am sure she could crush or totally evict my cock if she was inclined to do so.
Not that I regret one minute of it, but so much chatting over a cuppa, followed by cunnilingus has been indulged in, the damn clock has ticked on. Just as the bonking begins so does the buzzer sound.
"A little more vigour" she suggests, giving my cock a squeeze with those amazing internal muscles.
"Yes Nikki. Damn! You look beautiful!"
"Thank you P. Come on now".
"Yes Nikki.Oh God!! Ah! That's better."
Bit if a tidy up as the second buzzer sounds and it's time to hit the showers. As
she jumps off the bed, I notice something. She's got a tattoo on her arse.
"Nikki! Tattoos are my fetish and you've got one and I never even saw it".
She laughs. We try to figure out how that was possible. Retrace our actions as we shower and talk about the session. First time that has happened to me. Not seeing the back of a girl till the show was over. But that's the way it unfolded.
I had a great time though. It was a lovely way to spend an autumn afternoon: curled up with a pretty girl with a bit of a cockney accent; supping tea in one of the cosy little front bedrooms of The Grosvenor (not to mention all the other scrumptious activities).
Highly recommended.
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SGAU National hookup..... please read it! 