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External Link/Members OnlyThis was a 90-minute outcall at my place which overran by 15 minutes.
Round One: DFK, fondling, ball-licking, OWO, 69, cowgirl to completion.
Round Two: reverse oral, OWO, handjob to completion. After arranging this outcall with Hope around three weeks in advance, what should turn up on UKP on the morning of our booking but a new review of her, written by wawrwick56 and so positive it sometimes ascended into the fluffy clouds.
https://www.ukpunting.com/index.php?topic=253837.0There has since been another review of Hope (so fluffy that I’ve gotten into arguments defending it) and I’ve also discovered one written in May that had slipped my notice. The ecstatic way these three punters described their time with Hope brought back details of my own first encounter with her more than two years ago. I didn’t write a review at the time, but I did write the following in an email to a fellow-punter:
It's no exaggeration to say that Hope gave me the best 90 minutes of sex I have ever had in my life. It helped that she looks uncannily like the young Kate Middleton, with a similar posh accent (although she's actually from {snip}). She was just so willing, and charming and bright and intelligent, even loving, while having the sexual skills and stamina of a lifelong whore. Her deep-throat technique was out of this world... gagging and puking for all she was worth and apparently enjoying every moment of it. My tongue gave her two orgasms too, the second while giving her a three-finger fisting.
Then, after two intense rounds of heart-stopping sex, we went into the living room in our underwear, I opened a bottle of wine, then Hope and I spent 90 minutes over her scheduled time playing each other music on Spotify and having the most wonderful and relaxed conversation with kisses and cuddles.
Though things have changed in the intervening two years (Hope has more control over her gag reflex, for one) she still comes across like your loving, adoring, attentive girlfriend who just happens to have the sexual skill-set of a porn star. On reflection, this second meeting was more vanilla than the first, but it was exactly what I needed. We probably spent too much time talking but not because she wouldn’t shut up… it just was a naturally flowing conversation that was enjoyable in itself.
If I were ever to suffer Emotional Attachment Syndrome, of all the hundreds of working girls I’ve seen since the mid-1980s, Hope would be the one to trigger it. But I’m not. I’m an old guy who likes paying for sex and she’s a pretty young woman who sells it in a very endearing way. My feet have not left the ground.
Comms: To say the build-up to the second punt was slow is a vast understatement. I tried to see her again a few months after the original meeting in April 2017 but we couldn’t find the right date. Then she stopped replying.
Around last December I noticed she’d put a note on her profile saying she’d had to take a long break but would be back soon. So I started emailing again, about once every two weeks. But they all went unread and it took until June 11 this year for her to finally reply, full of apologies.
I was about to go away on holiday but we set a date for afterwards, making an AW booking then sticking to it. As arranged she sent me a text the day before to confirm, then she turned up at my door exactly on time.
The meeting: Two years on, the Duchess of Cornwall resemblance is even more pronounced (pretty damned wonderful when classy Kate is No 1 in your Fantasy Fuck League). Hope’s chin is slightly more pointy, but other than that she’s a dead ringer. She is super-slender with just the right amount of gentle curves at her hips and breasts (my physical ideal) and she has not gained weight at all that I can see over the last two years. She was wearing a short, flared summer dress with flat sandals.
Knowing she’s not a clock-watcher, I was happy for us to just sit and talk and catch up for a good 10 minutes before she went to get ready. I opted for her to keep her lingerie on (nude-coloured lacy bra and panties) in the bedroom.
We began with a lot of very deep French kissing, cuddling and fondling. The bra came off so I could pay some attention to her tits, then she very slowly worked her way down my body, kissing me everywhere, teasing me all around my cock and balls, so that by the time she popped me in her mouth I was as hard as hard can be.
No gagging and drooling this time, just slow, solid deep throat, with her nose more or constantly grinding into my belly and her tongue working some strange magic all around the shaft. This was just divine, so I let it go on and on with my head raised on the pillows to get a good view as she alternately closed her eyes in concentration or fixed me with sultry eye contact.
Eventually I asked her to spin round for 69, so off came the knickers and she lowered her slender hips on to my face, I grabbed her by her tiny bum and got to work with my tongue. She’s shaved, rather than depilated, so was not 100 per cent smooth but her pussy has a lovely taste. After a while my index finger found its way deep inside her and as she continued to deep-throat my cock we were both moaning and sighing with pleasure.
I got her to climb aboard for cowgirl next, and again we took it slowly, working up a steadily increasing pace until I pulled her down to my chest, gripped her tightly and as we kissed and nuzzled I began a more forceful pounding. This, for me, is the essential moment of great sex and I can’t get enough of it. Of course it also makes me cum, and eventually I exploded into the bag.
After bathroom breaks I poured us a glass of wine each and we sat on the bed, still naked, talking and fondling and occasionally breaking off for a kiss or two. Hope told me that the difficulties that had kept her away from escorting have disappeared, and what’s more she’s now in a pause between two phases of her studies. She says she sees one or two guys nearly every day. So it’s worth persisting if you’ve been trying and failing to get her to respond.
We talked a lot about prostitution and punters. She says that around 15 per cent of her clients turn out to be arseholes who get off on being verbally cruel and coldly unresponsive with her, no matter how nicely she treats them. I think she has to be tougher than she looks but after one of these encounters she often decides to cancel the day’s second booking if there is one because the experience screws with her head too much. The other 85 per cent, however, are among the most charming, bright, and plain nicest men she has met in her life. But we knew that, right, punters?
After maybe 15 minutes I got her to lie back and open her legs while I gave her long, low and sloppy reverse oral. I get a lot of practice at this in my regular life and I’m happy to keep at it until I get results. In this case, after five minutes or so, Hope started really quivering all over and purring with delight. This continued without let-up for another 10 minutes and I thought this either has to peter out or there’ll be a final crescendo. But no, on and on it went. This kind of pelvic quivering is not the kind of thing most people can do voluntarily so I don’t think she was stringing it out for time, but in the end I suggested another bout of OWO and we traded places. "Oh, you've made me a very happy girl," she said. Luckily, as well as being a highly skilled clitoral stimulator, I am very good at accepting flattery, too. I checked my watch and saw that we’d just gone over the 90 minutes but she was fine with it.
I can seldom cum from oral attention, and almost never the second time, so after luxuriating in the pleasure of her lips for a while, I got her to finish me with her hand. I
think she lowered her head and milked me into her mouth (her profile says CIM at discretion), but I’ve had another couple of blow jobs since then (not from escorts) and my ageing brain is easily confused. We’d gone over by just over 15 minutes when she left.
So there you are. Not quite War and Peace but another of my super-long reviews. I think my writing style has less gush and fluff about it than the other guys who wrote about Hope recently, but I totally agree with the positive points they made. Finance permitting (and presuming I can get in touch again) I now aim to see her every couple of months.
PS: the only thing I don't like about this girl is her full escort name. Heart and Hope run into one another so I invariably read it as "Hearth".
