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External Link/Members OnlyQuick summary: One-hour £160 incall at Lola's home in a north-east suburb of Leeds. We didn't really click and at times she was offhand. I couldn't fuck her and she wouldn't fuck me. It's neutral not negative thanks to her remarkable skill at being face-fucked.
Comms: I was travelling around in the north and this was the first of two punts I managed to slot in along the way. I called Lola 90 minutes before the time I wanted to meet. She picked up and said she preferred a bit later. Then while I was on the way she sent a text to say she wouldn't get home until a short time before our rendezvous so I might need to wait. As it turned out I was delayed by traffic, I let her know, and she was ready when I rolled up 10 minutes after the agreed time.
Venue: new-build semi on a pleasant estate with lots of green space around. Clean and tidy home with two expensive-looking long-haired cats that followed us upstairs but were shut out of the bedroom. Nice bathroom with plenty of toiletries and a large clean towel provided. Big comfortable bed.
Escort: Lola looks exactly like her pictures. Super-slim with big round bolt-ons and very long blonde hair. It was a pleasure to follow her up the stairs looking at her little ass swinging from side to side. She gets hard when fondled or sucked and grows to about seven inches with a medium girth. Bigger than mine, anyway.
Services: kissing, which was French but not deep, tit fondling and sucking, mutual cock groping, uncovered oral on her, rimming on her, 69, no sex either way, more 69, which turned into me face-fucking her to completion in a sideways 69 position.
Action: I took a shower first and because I'd not had a chance to douche that morning I shoved some soap and two fingers up my back passage to check that there was nothing nasty lurking in there. It felt fine. Into the bedroom, off with her bra, and having read previous reviews about how much Lola likes her nipples played with I gave them lots of attention. But after a few appreciative moans she got bored with it and performed the first of several deflections.
She did seem to like prolonged rimming, however. I did too and her ring was sweet and clean. I don't think she would have stopped me if I'd carried on for the rest of the hour. She tolerated one probing finger up her bum for about a minute then pushed it away.
I switched to sucking her cock next, alternating all-the-way-down OWO with attention to her shaft and balls. Her cock was just the right length for me to swallow, provoking a mild gag reflex that I could easily tolerate.
When I asked for 69 she said it had to be sideways as she didn't like going on top. Fine by me, and we kept that up for some time. Her suction power is phenomenal and she was happy for me to thrust my full uncovered length in and out of her mouth at high speed. I knew I could easily pop from that treatment and I hardly ever cum from oral sex.
With trans girls I usually like to top them first, but I'd come away on my trip without remembering to bring any blue pills from home. I'd asked on the phone if I could to buy one from Lola and she'd said yes, but she didn't ask me to pay for it in the end, which was either kind or forgetful of her. Because we were about 20 minutes in at this point, and the pill was still doing its work, I asked Lola to fuck me first. She said yes, but then asked if I'd douched in preparation.
"Sorry, no, I wasn't able to because I'm staying in hotels ."
"Oh, in that case no. It's nearly always horrible for both of us if you haven't."
"I'm pretty sure from the way things have gone today that it will be fine."
"Sorry, no darling."
At this point she reclined on the bed and began inspecting her nails, waiting for me to propose something else. Damn, I should have lied. Those two fingers in the shower were a douche of sorts.
I said I would fuck her but would need some help to get up to full mast. So she got to work with her mouth and pretty soon I was rock-hard and ready. She gave me a condom to put on by myself but by the time it was securely in place I was at half-mast. That's the story of my life these days. The resulting semi can usually get into a pussy but not a bum.
"That's not going to work, is it?" I asked, motioning at my wilting willy. "I'm sure it's not darling," she replied after a dismissive glance, settling back down to inspect her nails again rather than offering to bring me back to life.
Back to sideways 69 then, much the same as before except that after a while I stopped sucking her cock and concentrated on pounding my uncovered six inches into her warm wet mouth. She really knows how to take that treatment while providing just the right amount of friction. "I'm cumming!" I warned her and she kept up the suction while I pumped my load into her mouth. First time I've unloaded into a mouth without wanking for a long time, and I really enjoyed it. But despite previous reviews saying that she swallows, she went straight off to the bathroom.
We still had about 25 mins on the clock so sat on the bed chatting. We were united in our opposition to the Covid restrictions but whereas I believe the politicians have simply been over-cautious, she's convinced that it's a plot by a shadowy world tyranny to enslave us all. She thinks 911 was part of the same plot and that David Icke talks a lot of sense. When I said I thought nearly all conspiracy theories did not stand up to common sense analysis, she asked if I knew that the phrase "conspiracy theory" had first been invented by the CIA as they sought to discredit people trying to find the truth about the JFK assassination.
Oh dear. I have very little patience with people who allow their intelligence to be sidetracked along these kind of dead ends but we politely agreed to differ. I've since been told by another punter who has seen her and keeps in touch that she smokes an enormous amount of weed. That would account for her seeming to be somewhere else half the time.
I'd started agitating my cock but there were no signs of life. I pointed this out to her and she assured me it was definitely not going to rise again. Over the years I've seen lots of escorts who took a professional pride in bringing me back to life in these exact circumstances. But Lola didn't bother. I got up, had a wee and a wash, and was on my way after about 50 minutes.
Verdict: I left the house with that familiar post-punt depression rather than happy and walking tall. To be fair, it wasn't her fault that I couldn't fuck her, and she's entitled to set her own hygiene standards for the other way round. And the face-fucking was sensational. But the negatives balanced out with the positives and I would never in a million years want to see her again.
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