princkly

"Romantics"
Well here's a parlour I have always been curious about. The only thing I knew for sure is that it boasts the second largest population of Korean women outside of Seoul. Though today, even that many women wasn't enough. It seems that every second punter in Melbourne also had the curiosities about Romantics on Tuesday, with blokes following me in like I was the Pied Piper of Brothel Punting. Maybe word has got out.
There's bloody Princkly. He knows how to sniff out a good punt. Follow him. You won't go wrong.
Either that or they were all spies engaged to document my illicit activities.

I was met by quite a decent and polite Maitre'd who ushered me into the lounge. I entertained myself with a free game of "tight-arse pool" by keeping my coins in my pocket and bouncing the single white ball off the cushions on the billiard table. But soon Sarah came in and introduced herself.

A pretty girl. Not bad English. A hell of a lot better than my Korean that's for sure. Fairly slim, early twenties. She invited me to join her immediately.
I'd like to kid myself that I am so irresistibly attractive that girls want to snaffle me before their colleagues get a chance. But my few visits to "Asian" parlours over the past year gives me the impression that basically this is the way that girls in these parlours work. Every girl to herself - grab him whilst you can.
But given the amount of blokes that were now in the hallway, when Sarah let me know I could have her or no one, I decided she was probably telling the truth.
"You come now?" She asked.
That begged a smarty-pants reply but I restrained myself.
"You kiss?" I asked, offering her a warm smile so she could see my teeth were actually white, clean and intact.
Big pause. Serious scrutiny. "Yeah okay." She said.
"Oral on you okay?" I asked.
Even bigger pause. Maybe she doesn't understand, I thought. But then
"Yeah okay. You come now?"

We were given a large room. I pulled out the readies and clarified once again my preferences. No mention of "money for extras" (thank God). Then I was left to prepare myself.
When she returned she gargled with mouthwash and we hit the bed.
"Keep the massage". I told her.
She put the oil bottle aside.
I was curious as to how a Korean girl had chosen such a terribly English name (actually Sarah is Hebrew but the English love it). She informed me that it's not actually her real name and that many of the Girls here work under a false name.
"Shit hey!" I said with a note of sarcastic surprise.
But she also pointed out to me that most men who visit this parlour are uneducated and can only speak one language - English - and tend to struggle with the pronunciation of the Girls proper name.
"I cheekier than you" She told me with a grin.

We're on our knees facing each other and start a bit of warm up kissing and cuddling.
I told her straight; she can't kiss for toffee (now who's the cheekiest?).
She told me that normally she doesn't kiss at all. "But you nice man"
Ah well, this looks like it's as good as it's going to get, I thought. So we have a few more of these funny little pecky things she calls "kisses". We recline and then into the body kisses: down,
down,
down,
down,
down..

"You be careful down there please".
I stopped. "Sure babe".
"You won't bite?"
"Good God. No!" I reassured her. I thought at first it was her sense of humour but obviously some recent dickhead had taken the term "eating pussy" too literally.
Anyway, after about a very gentle five minutes of DATY, Sarah was relaxed and happy enough to get into it and was reassured I wont try and bite her pussy off. But then she pulled at my leg.
Was she sending me a message? Yes indeed. But it was positive. An invitation to get into sixty-nine.
"I want you Darling" She said.
Darling?Darling!!?? I never heard an Asian girl use that word before. Ah well, goes with Sarah I suppose
I hoisted my leg over which meant I would be on top. Something I feel a bit self-conscious about.
"You okay about me on top?" I asked.
But by now she had me in her mouth and Sarah was making all the right noises so I decided not to discuss the matter further and got back to the fruit buried under her rather full bush.
This went on for about another ten minutes or so, with both of us giving very happy and mutual pleasure.
Now that she trusted me "down there" she was quite letting go of her inhibitions with plenty of "Ooohs and aaahss" (same word in both Korean and English interestingly) until she came.

Time for the bonking. She slipped a condom on me.
Missionary most of the time.
I teased her a little more about her appalling kissing skills. And she once again told me that I was lucky because she normally doesn't do it all. But the whole thing had become a bit of a joke between us anyway so we just got on with The Bonk.
"I make you happy man?" She asked me.
"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty good right now" I said.
"Oh I make you happy man. I fuck you good, yeah?" She said as she wrapped her legs around me.
"Yeah, it's all good Sarah"
"You like me slap your arse?" She asked whilst slapping my arse. Too bad if I'd said No. I'm not much into that sort of thing actually but they were only love taps. Fairly dismissive. But I was curious as to why she had suddenly got into that. Perhaps this too was a message. Best ask first. "Do you want me to slap your arse Sarah?"
"NO!!!!" came the somewhat ambiguous reply.

"You gonna cum baby?" She asked me whilst squeezing my nipples.
"Alright but first we do a little doggie?" I suggested, whilst pulling out.
She was a good sport and slipped into position straight away, reached back, grabbed my cock and put me in again.
Bonked away like this for about five minutes.
Back to missionary.
"You gonna cum now baby?" she asked again. I read this as more of a suggestion bordering on demand, than an excited cry of empathy with my throbbing cock.
"Yeah baby" I replied.
A bit of rapid bonking together and we're across the line.
"You make me smile" she said as she took off the condom.
"Well you put a grin on my face too Sarah. I must say, even if you can't kiss to save yourself".
She kissed me to try to prove otherwise.

She had her shower, and then asked if I would mind if she went off to do an introduction whilst I was having my shower. That didn't bother me greatly. It certainly was a busy day here and the girl has got to make hay whilst the sun shines I suppose.

When she returned I was dressed and tying up my shoes. She held my jacket for me and helped me slip it on. She watched me in the mirror as I buttoned the front.
"You Gentleman" She told me, as she smoothed the shoulders of my jacket.
"Yes I am Sarah." I agreed. "You can tell that because a Gentleman would never bite your pussy".
She froze at the effrontery of the language. Either that, or her inertia was caused by the language interpretation process.
"I cheekier than you" I told her.
"Oh cheeky? Yes." She laughed.
"Bye" Sarah I said.
"Bye Mister".

I went out to my car. Driving down Moreland Road I kept checking my rear-view mirror to make sure there wasn't a line of punters (or private-eyes) following me to the next parlour.