The Pole Dancer

Well Melbourne, Oz has just seen its coldest July for 30+ years. I was in real need of thawing out with some indoor games with a favourite hottie. So a quick phone call arranged a time to 'get together' with Vxxx and a little blue pill got my engine warmed up.

Now Vxxx is by her own admission, a bit of a nympho, having enjoying multiple vaginal orgasms from her first sexual escapades. So from her passionate welcoming kisses I was defrosted in an instant. We retire to bed for more kissing and cuddling. She tells me she hasn't been particularly naughty, so its time she received a tongue lashing.

With one orgasm down, I come up for breath, when she rolls me onto my back and swings around to ply my sensitive bits with her hot wet mouth. At the same time she swings a leg over, pushing her cunt into my face, demanding to be licked again.

Having surreptitiously applied the obligatory covering and got us both very wet, she swings around again into her favourite position, and impales herself on my pole. She tells me there is nothing she likes more than being filled be a thick cock. She seems to go off into a world of her own, riding me, using me to her own pleasure. I can feel her tension building up. She lifts up till only my knob is being working in her most sensitive parts. She stiffens, gasps and shudders in orgasm, then sinks back onto me, engulfing my full length, exhaling a satisfied sigh. She is back in my world and leans forward for a kiss.

But her orgasms are not of that all consuming, satisfying, exhausting type. Like Oliver, she wants, nay needs, "more"! So she resumes her dance on my pole for a couple of minutes to take another orgasm. Five more minutes and she takes another. I don't really have to do a thing. I'm enjoying the feelings, the view, the sounds. I thrust back on her down strokes, crashing our pelvises together, for maximum penetration.

She needs a little rest and returns to pleasuring me. The Tongue Engine returns the favour. But before long, her desire is rising again. "I need to dance on your pole again" she tells me. So she goes off into her world of ecstasy again for a couple more orgasms.

As she is tiring, I flip her over and go down to lave her luscious labia with my tongue and to lap her free flowing linctus. I come up for another passionate kiss, then flip her over again and enter her doggie style. Its my turn now and as my ardour rises and my cock thickens and stiffens even more inside her, she pushes back and squeezes me, sucking me deeper into her. We look at each other in the mirror as my cock starts twitching and pumping my life-force deep up inside her, we smile "That Smile".

We finally collapse, exhausted and totally fucked, cuddling into each other and continuing our passionate kissing.

God, do I really have to go back out into the cold? Thanks Vxxx, you really know how to warm the cockles of a man's heart, not to mention his other bits. You are awesome!

The "Dry Rut/Root". Nonsex?

Do you remember the dim distant past of your callow youth, of those fumbling first sexual encounters? Do you remember carefully avoiding penetration, of rubbing yourself across the girls pubes (we didn't know about clitorises back then), then finally leaving your gift of sticky, creamy linctus on her stomach?  You could then claim that "I did not have sexual relations with that woman!" (technically) and she could claim that "I am still a virgin!" (technically). In Australia, this was colloquially known as a "Dry root".

It was a recent encounter with V1, one of my very favourite Ladies of Pleasure, that brought this back to mind.  When I first met V1 about 2 years ago, she was quite concerned about my "girth" so I told her the story about the fairy that could dance on the head of a pin and I taught her to "dance".

We have moved on significantly since then and our service provider/client roles have virtually disappeared.  Our times together are almost both completely selfish and selfless as we use each other for our mutual pleasures.

V1 is a tall, slim, small busted lady, but what she lacks in volume simply exposes her very prominent, very sensitive nipples.  From the moment of our first kiss, it is like electricity shooting through her body straight to her clitoris.  Nibbling her ear lobes or warm breath on the nape of her neck has her quivering.  As for kissing her nipples, it is almost as if she has two extra clitorises all wired together.  Moving down to dine at The "Y", the merest breath on her clit brings her to the edge of her first orgasm.

Several very wet, loud orgasms later when I come up for breath, she rolls me over and proceeds to straddle me, rubbing her clit hard against me (thus the trigger thought for the title of this post).  She just can't get enough clitoral stimulation.

She writhes, squirms and "dances", stiffens in orgasm, falls onto me in deep, passionate French kissing, then as her shudders subsides, she sits up and recommences her rubbing.  I must say with V1, that it is far from "dry"!

We will take a short break at this point (to get our breath back) and explain that there are two approaches to the "dry root/rut".  The basic method is facing each other with either on top with your member up between yourselves so that she rubs her clit along the back side.  The second approach is probably best with you on top pulling yourself well up over her body so that your member is pushed right back and down across her clit and across the folds of her vulva just avoiding penetration so that her clit rubs across your top side.

(rather wet "dry ruts" - reblogged from gifporntube)

Now back to the main course. Our "relationship" I guess has developed like this since I no longer come easily and my use of Viagra ensures a good hard prolonged erection ("a hard man is good to find!"), so there is no pressure on her to make me come (or not make me come) and she can abandon herself to her own pleasures.

When the buzzer finally goes off, I find we having been going constantly for almost an hour - awesome.  V1 is glowing with that orgasmic sheen of perspiration.  We share a glass of iced water and head off to the shower.  V1 can't help herself and takes advantage of one last embrace and rub before we towel off.

PS. Just a WARNING that non-penetrative "dry rutting" is NOT a reliable method of contraception.

PPS. Under Victorian (Australia) prostitution law, where any form of sexual "penetration" is required to be "protected", I don't think I would be wanting to try and argue that a "dry rut" is "non-penetrative" in a court of law!

V2 - a Hot Cougar MILF

This was the Monday of the 3rd week of January. Punters seemed to be out in force, probably feeling frisky after a sexless Christmas and New Year (such is the effect of family holidays, visiting relatives and school holidays).  The little foyer was like peak-hour at at the railway station.  Regulars A, J and V1 were already in bookings and J, G, B and V2 were intro'ing - I was relegated to the foot of the stairs.

V2 quips, "Do I want the 5 hours booking?" - I like her sense of humour.  We quickly retire upstairs (V2 has been called in especially - she normally works W-Th-F nights).  I had received a phone call concerning an urgent family situation whilst traveling up William St. but it can wait 30 minutes.

It was my first meeting with V2, but we hit-it-off straight away. V2 is of Malaysian-Chinese ancestry (with a touch of Dutch she tells me).  At a guess I would put her as over-40 with a trim, taut, terrific frame.  She is a good mature conversationalist, with a good sense of hurmour and a confident personality.

In no time, V2 is demonstrating her excellent oral skills.  She obviously likes what she is eating and asks if she can sit on me.  I suggest that for a start she sit on my face.  Well she could hardly swing her leg around quickly enough.  She is spasming in no time and I am almost drowning (she admits to being a bit of a 'squirter').

Then with a sense of urgency, she wants to feel my thickness inside her and swings a round to sit on me, but changes her mind, asking for mish position for deeper penetration.  Her vocal exhortations match her thrusting till she come to a quivering climax.  Her involuntary squeezing is replaced by incredibly good muscle control till she brings me off shortly after herself.

It has been a long time since I can remember such an intense, quick completion. We collapse back and chat about Chinese New Year, cooking, Viagra and 2nd rounds.  I get the distinct impressions she would be ready for round #2 soon but I know I wouldn't before our 30 minutes is up.  She finishes with an average massage (she readily admits that massage is not her forte).

Probably the one thing missing was some DFK and cuddling.  It was pretty full on from the start, getting stuck straight into it.  Perhaps next time when we have got to know each other better.

With a "quickie divorce" kiss at the door, I head back to work. (The family situation proved to be a false alarm).

I have a distinct feeling that there will be an after-hours work function I will have to attend one wed, Thurs. or Friday evening soon.  I will make sure I give ourselves more time next time.

Breaking the Fast

OK, so my little 7 week sabbatical hasn’t really been a "fast", since I have managed to slip out once or twice for a little pick-me-up, though somewhat average.  But this week I’m back at work and was able to slip out for a regular lunch-hour catch-up with one of my best regulars.

I first met V three years ago in a double to celebrate my birthday (a big ‘0’), but its only been since early this year that I have been seeing her regularly.  And our times together have just got better and better.  Today hit the "awesome" level.

I arrived just before 12:30 on Monday, just before the lunch time "rush" and I got V straight away - a quick glance at the clock told me I could squeeze in a 45 minute booking (before I had to be back at work).  

I think I must have been her first client of the day and in fact her first since her last shift last Thursday.  To say that she was 'horny' would be no understatement and she matched my needs exactly.  Once she was stripped off, she dropped to her knees in front of the low settee on which I was sitting for a regular oral welcome.  I lifted her face and our tongue entwined in some delicious DFK then I kissed down her neck to her nipples.  Now V is not well endowed in the bust department but does have very prominent, VERY sensitive nipples - in fact I could swear that they are hot wired to her clitoris. In no time flat she is crushing her pelvis against me (remember I am sitting on the edge of the settee and she is kneeling) and has wormed herself onto my manhood, rubbing her clit along my shaft.

After a couple of delightful minutes, I help her up off her knees and back onto the bed where I have full access to give her my special tonguing.  She starts coming almost straight away.  I don’t think I have ever had such an orgasmic lady.  As I kiss my way up her body to those nipples she arches her back yet again and we slide together.  What follows was the most awesome 25 minutes of continuous DFK and grinding, thrusting orgasms.  Thank goodness I was V hard and not liable to come.  

Almost breathless and covered in perspiration, we finally roll apart.  V then goes down on me and swings a leg over to receive some soixant-neuf.  Her oral and handy-work is great but I’m just not reaching the line.  I finally suggest that I take charge - I dry off and with some vigorous DIY, V sucks my knob at the critical moment for an explosive CIM finale.

Soixant Neuf miniature: Sex Museum, 
Shanghai, China (Flickr)

We have five minutes left on the clock and chat about birthdays, the health benefits of a good sex life and how fantastic sex is with someone you can relate to, trust and can completely relax with.

And so its shower, gargle with her mouth-wash, dress, share a glass of iced water, and head out back to work.

It’s so good to be "back in the saddle"!

"Eleven"

It was my wedding anniversary last week and I really needed a ‘pick-me-up’, so I planned on visiting my favourite ‘dining’ establishment for some pussy-sandwich for lunch.

With so many ‘favourites’ at this establishment (I can hardly call them ‘regulars’ any more), I don’t bother ringing to book first but just see who is on duty and available when I arrive - this way I generally get to see most of my favourites at least once every 5-6 months.  So on this visit, ‘Cristal’ & ‘J’ were in bookings, so I booked ‘Veronica’.

Now ‘Veronica’ has always been quite passionate and she had me in a clinch with her tongue down my throat and feeling my offering as soon as we got to the room, well before I showered and she left to ‘start the clock’.

By the time ‘Veronica’ returned and the clock had started, I had freshened up and was reclining in one of those arm-chairs like an up-turned open hand.  

‘Veronica’ placed a towel on the floor and dropped to her knees for the traditional establishment welcome.  Between more deep-throating, lots of hands over bodies and fumbling to remove her clothes, I got her standing and dropped to my knees to return the welcome.  In no time flat, she was pulling my face into her crotch and was already shuddering.

I lowered her to the bed and commenced my ‘lunch’. The taste of ‘Veronica’s snatch brings memories flooding back and she seems more orgasmic than ever today.

It must have been 20 minutes before I need to come up and give her sensitive bits a rest.  She apologizes for her perspiry face and body as we snuggle into each other’s arms.  Her deep throated kissing resumes then I kiss around her neck, ear-lobes and shoulders.  I kiss my way down across her small breasts to her large nipples.   OMG - her nipples  must be wired directly to her clit for she explodes into orgasm again.  Our writhing bodies are entwined now and all sense of proprietary and decorum are out the window and we have a veeeery ‘happy ending’, just as the buzzer sounds.

Thank goodness I booked a longer session - a traditional half hour wouldn’t have been enough!

With a sigh and big grin, ‘Veronica’ wipes the perspiration from her brow before cleaning up.  As we shower and redress, we ignore the second buzzer, and chat about life, our coming and goings and catch up about old ‘friends’.

As ‘Veronica’ shows me out the door, she has her tongue down my throat again and gives me an encouraging departing squeeze - the receptionist ignores us.  I have a couple of minutes walk back to my car to catch my breath and cool down before heading back to the office (ho hum)!

That was an 11 (out of 10) on the Sir Thomas ‘fuchter’ scale - there’s probably a law about punts this good!