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The best (or worst) thing that can be said about having to go down the Mornington Peninsula is that its impossible to come back without hearing the beckoning call of a dozen or so parlours.

I thought about trying Palace Playmates but I drove past it too quickly and couldn't be bothered turning round. I remembered Danielle from New Palace last time I was down here, and what a treat she turned out to be.
But in the end I called into Presidential Suite. I did very well last time here on a speculative punt with Melissa so I thought I'd try my luck again.

Only one girl to meet, receptionist told me.
Well making up my mind whether to stay or go should be easy, I thought.
The receptionist put me in the Premium room and it was very nice in there I have to admit. So I sat on the King-size bed and waited for the particular lady to introduce herself.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!
Oh oh, I thought. Looks like I'm in for a BBW.
But the girl that suddenly bounced through the door (after bunny hopping down the hallway hence the thumping) was absolutely wee!
Someone once told me that if you want to make an impression when you enter a room, you should "walk in talking".
Obviously someone told the same thing to this girl.
"Hi I'm Kaycee. We're gonna have a good time together. What's your name? How's your day been? I give a lovely sensual service, massage, oral on you (at this point she gestured holding an imaginary cock, her tongue pushing out her cheek).
She paused, took a deep breath. I give good oral, She said.
This was the original long-life battery bunny. She talked and bounced and talked and bounced.

I patted the bed.
She sat down next to me.
I told her that to me a sensual service means we kiss frequently and I go down on her. Not for a little bit - for a lot.
Kissing is very personal, She tells me.
Yeah, so is fucking, I tell her. Do you kiss or don't you?
Stick out your tongue, She asks.
I'm so amused I obey.
She looks at my tongue. She moves closer to me. Okay, we kiss. She says. But I got to warn you I'm good at it.
You can be as good as you like, I tell her. Now as for me going down on you
That's a fantasy. That's extra! She tells me.
Gawd Kaycee! Sex with a prostitute is a fantasy, if you think about it. The whole thing is a fantasy. That's what I'll be paying for.
Okay, but you've got to give me a tip
Remind me, how much is this place anyway?
She told me she doesn't know. It's her first day.
Oh oh!
First day here, at this parlour, She qualifies. Not as a sex worker.

So the pair of us go back to reception. I lead the way. She follows and cheekily pats my arse as we walk up the hallway. I'm happy with that. Doesn't bother me.
How much?
Receptionist tells me $90 for half an hour.
I'm more of a sixty-minute man but I don't think I have the energy to take more than half an hour of bouncy Kaycee. Besides one can always extend the booking.
Okay. I give reception $90. Reception gives me back Kaycees share of the action. I toss in another $20. (It's either that or the $100 bill, which is the only other note I have - and I'm not feeling that generous!)
Is this enough tip? I ask her.
Fuck, yeah mate! She says.
($20 doesn't sound much, but there again, it's more than 20% of the overall fee, so if you look at it that way its not unreasonable).

Usual shower thing.
This is a large room with an ensuite. Kaycee comes into the bathroom section as I'm drying off. She whips out a mini bottle of Listerine from her purse. Pours a capful, gargles and spits it into the sink. Invites me to do the same. I shrug and obey.
Standard procedure before I kiss and let guys go down on me, she tells me.
Fine, I say.
Actually, I was quite charmed by the ritual. Sort of like comrades toasting each other before embarking on a dangerous mission. Salute!

We walk into the bedroom I sit on the bed to watch the unveiling
Predictably it's done before I can blink.
Look at these tits hey? She says. Tiny hey? But look how big my nipples are mate.
She is pointing out the obvious but she is really attractive. She pushes me back on to the bed straddles me and pushes her very long left nipple into my mouth.
Suck it Babe I love to have my nipples sucked. (She actually called me by my real name. Despite talking a million miles an hour, she did actually listen to answers. I would never guess she was the type to remember names, but she never once forgot it).

I obey the nipple sucking order, and the harder I suck the more demanding she becomes.
She pulls her tit out my mouth and kisses me in a way that took me quite by (very pleasant) surprise. Hell she was passionate. Absolute tonsil hockey freak. (Hey! I'm not complaining).
Mmmmm she says as her tongue lashes in and out. She grabs a fistful of my hair so there is no getting away.

We stop for a moment
I'm a good kisser hey? She asks.
Yeah. I tell her.
Then she is back into it. Mmmmm.
So this kissing with mutual genital play continues for a while then I say
Time to go down on you, Kaycee dear.

I kneel next to the bed. Like the kissing, which was negotiated, but then delivered with more gusto than I could ever ask for, it's the same with the pussy licking.
No sooner am I down there and she is arching her back and wrapping her legs round my neck to pull me in harder. Grabbing my hair.
Fuck I like your whiskers, rub em on me.
Now this really tossed me. Personally I was feeling a bit self-conscious. I normally go to parlours earlier in the day so it's not far from shave time. That way I know my chin won't rash the lady. But it was five in the afternoon so the "five o'clock shadow" was starting to sprout. But she loved it.
I love that scratchy feel mate.
She pulled my hair to guide my head where she wanted it.

(Talking of whiskers, I remember Grandpa always told me you can always tell if a girl likes you because she puts her ankles behind her ears.
Guess Kaycee likes me because that's just what she did.)

But she did seek reassurance. Do you like it? Do you like my pussy?
It's lovely.
She writhed and pushed into me and writhed and pushed, and grabbed my hair again to move my head up and down and side-to-side motions.
I was game for all of it. Besides, her demands, hunger and assertiveness were just making me hornier and hornier.

I want to eat you from behind Kaycee
Quick as a wink she is on all fours and I'm munching from the rear.
Let's fuck that way mate, Pleeeeeeeeeeesssssseeeee!
Okay okay. Hang on I'm not hard enough.
She flipped round, put a condom on and started a head job on me. The hardness problem was pretty quickly fixed. Now doggie! She demanded.
She flipped back to all fours. I was standing next to the bed and we did it that way.
I was functioning well today. I grabbed her shoulders.
No babe! My hips, grab my hips.
Now pull me in hard to you!
I didn't really need that instruction. By now I was on autopilot and feeling fantastic.
I wanna do you mish Kaycee
Damn! No! I'm fucking loving this. Fuck me!
So we pumped away in doggie a bit longer. She can't see me but she must have sensed something was up because I let go of her hips so that I could twist my own ears and tell myself: Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum(it works sometimes).

But she was a sweet girl. The customer is always right and after a few more pumps she gave me my favourite position.
This won't take long, I said as I entered her again.
Take as long as you like honey.
She pulled my face down to kiss me passionately again. I love the rattle of her bangles on her wrists next to my ear. Such a girlie sound.
More of those amazing kisses.
I was true to my word. After about two minutes pumping in missionary with her legs wrapped around me and her beautiful, demanding, "Fuck me!" language, it was over.

She does like reassurance. Was that pussy tight enough for you?
It's a great pussy, I tell her.
She winks and gives my cock a final squeeze with her internal muscles.
Wooo best be careful. I say.
It's cool I got it, She says, reaching down and holding the ring of the condom so it won't come off my softening cock.
Let me see how much juice I made, I laugh.
When did you last cum? She asks.
Yesterday at The Main Course - and that girl really squeezed me dry.
She laughs: You're disgraceful! Then says. I wanna kiss you some more.
I'll be in on that. Mmmm we've come a long way from "kissing is personal".

But pretty soon her energy beans have taken over again and the hustling has started. I'd just as soon chill-out on the bed for the last five minutes but she'd rather us shower together. So we do that, giving each other another soapy touchy feely rub down.

Then I get dressed as I listen to her. Man! She can talk. But it's nice talk. Not profound, but it's all bouncy and positive and full of laughter.

A bit like Kaycee herself.

If someone told Kaycee that the way to impress people is to enter a room doing the "walk in, talking" thing, they also told her to be successful in business always deliver more than you promise.

Kaycee is a very easy girl to be with. Once the ground rules were set and the tip tossed in, I found her giving and generous way beyond my expectations.

She certainly impressed me.

PS. Yeah I'd have spelt it Casey too, but she told me it's K, A, Y, C, E, E. It's her name. Who am I to argue?