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External Link/Members OnlyExternal Link/Members OnlyWarning – this is a review of a versatile TV escort and it features both-ways bum action.This was my first opportunity to enjoy a punt since July, and the two escorts I visited that month had been the first I’d seen since February, so I was determined to do something special and wasn’t worried about the cost.
On the day in question an outcall was my only option. I started contacting female and trans escorts the day before but was getting nowhere. Finally, Martini came back with the first positive response and I said yes.
Comms: all easily arranged by phone and text. I’m seven miles from her place but after looking up my postcode she said an outcall was fine. She charges a whopping £110 extra on top of her £150-an-hour rate to leave home, but money’s not an issue for me right now.
I was surprised when she asked if she could dress at my place but that’s happened before with civvy TVs so I said OK. On the phone she sounded male, with a light Spanish accent.
Arrival: she had asked if my place was close enough to travel by bike and I told her no – but the handsome young Spanish guy who turned up had travelled by electric bike anyway. I suspect that even punters who share my taste for gender-bending escorts might baulk at seeing their imminent sex partner in male guise, but like I said, it’s happened before in non-paying circumstances (with much less young and attractive CD/TVs) so I’m cool with it. I’m a lot further down that road than most.
The Escort: after 15-20 minutes in my bathroom Martini came out looking like a tall, elegant and perfectly made-up model. I’d asked for miniskirt and heels and her barely-there skirt was in vivid red. It was teamed with a tiny black see-through top that showed off her flat stomach and she had matching fishnets on her arms and legs. Martini has no tits and didn’t wear any form of padding, but I like flat-chested girls. Her slim hips and lightly curving bum were just the kind that gets me salivating with lust. Her wig was dark blonde and convincing – it’s the one in the AW gallery pic where she’s wearing jeans, I think. And her black platform heels took her height to within an inch of my 6ft 1ins. In person her voice didn’t seem at odds with this feminine beauty.
I’ll risk a fluffy cliché and say that Martini’s profile pictures do her no justice. In the flesh she looks younger than 30, whereas all those unsmiling snaps on Adultwork make her appear on the verge of middle age. I told her this as we were winding down and she agreed that she needs to get some new ones. And learn to smile for the camera, too. I’ve stolen one image from her PG that is a better representation of how she really looks and posted it just below.
Hidden Image/Members OnlyThe Action – Round One: as soon as the cash was exchanged we started fondling each other, snogging with full tongues standing up and playing with each other’s cocks and nipples. I was rock-hard fairly quickly but Martini’s full erection did not emerge until I deep-throated her later. Her claimed 7.5 inches is accurate and it’s nice and fat too. And uncut, which I prefer.
We moved into the bedroom and resumed the same moves in a horizontal position. I stripped off but she stayed dressed, keeping her heels on until later. After some very intense frotting, rubbing our cocks together with a passion, we switched to 69. First she went on top, then we were sideways, really going for it with spitting and drooling and gagging at both ends. I took Martini’s full length several times and gave in to my gagging reflex, spluttering and choking and enjoying the viscous drool that appeared from nowhere to lubricate everything. I alternated these bouts of deep throat with bell-end tongue-teasing, sloppy shaft-licking and tea-bagging her smooth balls into my mouth. I thought Martini’s own BJ technique down at the other end was a bit loose, to be honest, but maybe that’s what allowed her to withstand my forceful face-fucking thrusts from the hip.
By now we both had full-mast erections but it was imperative that I fuck Martini first because my hard-on does not survive being penetrated and doesn’t fully recover for ages. She was happy to go along with this and after lubing up both her bumhole and my rubbered-up cock she eased herself on to my shaft and we began a session of anal cowgirl. She started off leaning back but I felt I was close to slipping out and pulled her down on to my chest for a short bout of vigorous thrusting into her super-tight bumhole.
Sadly, the toll of the years means that my full-mast hard-on seldom lasts more than a few minutes once coated in rubber and I could feel that it had shrunk inside her. There was no possibility of an orgasm like that, although my balls were bursting, so we separated. I got ready to wank myself to a climax and asked her where I could cum. Out of nowhere, the thought that I really, really wanted to cum on her cock then lick my own spunk off it popped into my head.
“Why don’t you cum on my cock,” said Martini half a second later. Woo! Telepathy, or what?
That’s what I did, and although the wish to eat my own or anybody else’ spunk often disappears a microsecond after I climax, this time the urge stayed after I’d spurted a good creamy dollop on to her only-slightly deflated shaft (I’d been saving my spunk for four days). Then I took her tool into my mouth and licked it clean. She declined my offer of a spunk snowball into her own mouth.
Intermission: at half-time Martini, who is qualified, gave me a short but expert massage, concentrating on pressure that would ease my occasional lower back pain without aggravating my intermittent sciatica (it’s so much fun being old and worn out!) We talked a lot, getting along really well, and after about 15 minutes I asked her to fuck me.
The Action – Round Two: it’s not clear from Martini’s profile that she’s happy to go top because she talks about being submissive – the only clue is in the words “fully functional”. But boy does she know how to top. After more deep throat from me to get her cock good and hard, she speared me in three positions – missionary with my legs over her shoulders, prone bone with her body stretched out full-length on my back, gripping my head with her hands as she pounded me, then energetic doggy-style where I really felt the length and breadth of that fat 7.5 inches ramming in and out of me.
Though I liked the feeling very much I could feel no prostate orgasm building up and after a while I indicated that we should stop. After we flopped back down Martini gave me more oral but a second climax wasn’t going to happen that way – it only ever works by hand these days – so I got her to speed-wank me to a much-smaller eruption as I lay on my back.
After a bit more chat she went back into the bathroom to turn back into a guy and I looked in the mirror to see her lipstick smeared all over my face. It was on my nipples and balls too. I also had a big stupid grin all over my face.
Verdict: that was what I call a sensational shag. Martini is one of those increasingly rare escorts who acts is if fucking you is a pleasure not a chore, and will go along with pretty much everything you want, improvising and adapting along the way. Pretty expensive at £260, but the action lasted 80-90 minutes and she was on the premises for almost two hours. I’m sure I’m going to see her again for a £150 incall at some point.
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