I am only new to this site, but after looking around for the past week or so... i like what i see!!!
I have been an active Forum member on sites here in Australia for years and was delighted when i happened upon this one.
So many gorgeous, interesting people and fantastic Blog Entries!!! Yes, i can feel the pressure.
So where to start??? Hmmmmmmmm... well lets just say i have always been a very sexual person.
From my first sexual encounter at a very young age (with a female friend from grade school in bed rubbing bits together) as a qualified early childhood educator and through to my recent career as a Sugar Babe and Escort.
I have never felt ashamed or have been made to feel weird for my sexual urges and desires and have only ever had one truly horrible sexual experience.
I have a great many personal experiences i will share here but thought that today i would begin with one of the more unusual requests i have had as an Escort...
After working for an Escort agency for what seemed like forever, i had finally managed to establish myself as an independent escort (a "private girl") and was running a very profitable business seeing a maximum of 6 clients per day.
Often times i would get enquiries via phone, text and email and had set responses to these... however there is one that really sticks out in my mind!!!
I recieved a phone enquiry from a lovely sounding gentleman called Allen. Once the pleasantries were over Alan asked me if i would be willing to perform a specific task for him at a premium cost and that the booking would involve more mutual touching and massage rather than "full service".
Harmless i thought and with a client less than ten minutes away - i agreed, booked the time and hung up the phone.
Then a sickening feeling came over me when i realised i had neglected to ask the specifics of his request.... no biggie i told myself, i'll just contact him after my next client to find out the details.
Alas... the contact details Allen had given me were bogus and i could not get hold of him. Our appointment had been booked for 5 pm the next day so i had no option other than to book my personal security and cross my fingers. Now, as a private girl, the best insurance and protection you have is security and mine came in the form of "Big Benny" - a 6'9 ex body builder turned MMA coach who i had met years ago and had a 'special' arrangement for payment with. And yes, to this day i do still miss big benny - such a gentle giant!.... whoops side tracked there... where was i ???... thats right...
And so 5pm arrived on that fatefull day and as my apartment buzzer rang, i realised that Allen had arrived. With my Big Benny standing silently in the next room - i opened my apartment door.
And what i saw nearly knocked me out. Here he was... standing in front of me.... large duffle bag in hand.... my local member of parliament!!!!!!!!
Picking my jaw up off the floor - i tried to compose myself and proceed with the booking as normal.... "Allen" produced the agreed upon sum of cash and as cooly and aloofly as i could i asked him to remind me once more of the specific service he required...
He dropped the duffle bag loudly on the floor - prompting Big Benny to make himself known. At the sight of Benny "Allen" reassured me that it was nothing out of the ordinary and proceeded to empty the contents of his bag....
- a single blow up air matress
- a bottle of bubble bath
- 4 rubber sheets
- 1 bag of balloons
Well..... this was a first!!!!! I have seen and done a few things in my life but this just cracked me up!
After all the anticipation and nervousness i could do nothing but laugh!!!!!! Thank god his bag was not full of weapons of mass destruction!
My instructions were clear... we were to lay out the rubber sheets underneath the blow up matress, inflate it, add a bucket or two of water and bubbles and... roll around naked touching, kissing and caressing each other while his member stiffened (pardon the pun!).
Then at his request - i was to blow up five balloons..... and hold them as i gave him a BJ...
Next he presented me with a single dress makers pin and asked me to pop said balloons at 3 minute intervals whilst going down on him.
I had to REALLY bite my tounge to prevent myself from errupting in laughter.
Tounge in cheek - i proceeded with the task at hand (and i must say - after seeing said "member" i did vote for him in the next election) trying all the while not to laugh, but enjoying my job as i usually did....
the balloons were popped one by one... each balloon making his cock harder and harder untill only one baloon remained. I felt sure this would throw him over the edge, and just as i popped that last balloon and he thrust his cock all the way down my throat i thought gratification was at hand. Feeling him throb and rock in my mouth he shouted at me "NOW SNEEZE!!!!"
Well... whats a girl to do?? I mustered up all the acting skills i had acquired over my years in the profession and gave my best stage sneeze... just as his cum spurted all over my face!
His moans and grunts were possibly the loudest i have ever heard and his orgasm seemed to last an eternity untill finally he lay, in a puddle of water, bubbles and spent balloons.
Afterwards, he helped himself to the showering facilities whislt i commenced cleaning up the fun park that my lounge room had become. At the sight of me cleaning up his mess, "Allen" commented that he had no more use for the objects and that if i could dispose of them he would be more than gratefull.
This has to be my all time most aazing client - i never saw him again but had plenty of referals from him.....
Hee hee :)
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