Had a need to wash the memory of Lauren from Zen Upminster off my knob and found myself in East London again. Checked out the reviews here for Baltic and took the plunge.
The Comms: Pretty easy- text Sergei and he tells you who’s available at your chosen time. Website says he’ll send pics on WhatsApp, but, when I asked, he directed me to their Facebook to see Vera, and sent me a Dropbox link to see the other girl whose name I forget. Chose Vera for a half hour B2B with HE for £40, a tenner less than I previously paid an ugly bird to toss me off with her clothes on.
The Location: Previous reviews here were helpful in finding the place in Cannington Road, Dagenham, which is an otherwise nondescript house in the opening of what I think they call a “banjo” (quite apt for Deliverance country aka Dagenham). Sergei tells you there’s a couple of purpose built outbuildings and directed me to simply let myself into the one numbered 1 at the allotted time. No need to message to confirm, which I found weird, particularly as I did actually just let myself in, to find the room laid out with massage table and a shower in the corner. Floor still damp from last punter and girls phone and handbag in situ, fresh for the picking if I was so inclined. No girl though, and stood there like a muppet for a few mins before I messaged Sergei anyway to let him know I was there. Before i got a response, Vera rocked in anyway, trailing the pungent stench of weed from a very recently enjoyed spliff.
The Girl: The few pics you can see on Baltic’s FB gives the impression of a glamorous fit-body. While the body is indeed fit, she wasn’t so glamorously attired, and the boat race was probably a 6/10. Might have warranted a 7 earlier in the day if I hadn’t been her 7th or 8th punter (I asked), and she hadn’t smoked 7 or 8 doobies (I guessed). She was a bit brusque as she instructed me to disrobe and put my clothes on a chair in the corner, then got me to wash my hands in the shower, so I didn’t immediately see the pleasant and friendly demeanour described in previous reviews.
Played along with her anyway and lay face down on the table after putting the cash on the side table. Her English was decent enough, but, my voice muffled by the table, conversation wasn’t the best, and much of my witty repartee went either right over her head or was misunderstood. Nvm, on with the task at hand. Had read elsewhere that she sometimes kept her keks on, but a sneak peek while she was disrobing showed her getting nekkid, revealing a very nicely toned body with pert arse and bolt-ons.
The Meet: Massage was a bit perfunctory tbh; wasn’t really hitting any of the right spots, and was just biding my time until she asked me to flip. However, before she does this, I got what seems to be the usual treatment of a reach-under, which, as another reviewer remarked, makes you feel a bit gay as you arch your hairy man-ass in the air to afford her access. Then felt mouth on my balls, which were liberally smothered in oil, and decided to let her crack on and only draw the line if she started putting her mouth in or on my own crack. My involuntary clenching must have signalled it as an no-go-zone and so she asked me to turn over, which I did eagerly.
She had succumbed to an eye mishap from the oily ball-munching and took her a moment to blink it clear so she could carry on. Told her I know it’s emotional but she didn’t have to cry, which elicited a laugh from her and things picked up a bit from there. Paid her a few compliments on her body and flashed her a few roguish smiles, which made her nervous and flustered, but not in a she-thinks-I’m-a-serial-killer kind of way. I dunno, I felt cute, and would rate my performance a solid 7.5/10, only hampered by the language barrier.
Anyway, she clambered on and off of me with no discernible routine, but plenty of oily tits rubbing against me and invited kissing, but not with tongues. Buried her face down by my balls again as she wanked me off, looking up at me and making dirty Eastern European faces and noises, which I liked. For anyone massively judgemental on what constitutes BB, this ones maybe not for you, as she was squatting over my crotch at one point and there’s definitely some rubbing of the outer fanny on bare dick, but I defy any red-blooded male not to secretly wish for a guarantee of no STI and that she would just stick it on in there. I would like to think I would think with the Big Head if that situation ever arose. She eventually stood to the side, bent over, and wanked me into her tits, making those dirty faces and noises. Snuck a hand round her lovely arse and felt her wet slit, which she immediately started twerking up and down against my fingertips. Not sure if this was a tactic to either let me finger her, or discourage it by making it more difficult to get a bead on her hole, but the overall aesthetic was sufficient for me to blow my wad on her tits.
Her aftercare was decent as she asked me if I had enjoyed myself, and ushered me into the shower. During the shower she handed me a brand new sponge from a packet to scrub the oil off, which was a welcome and necessary bonus. She was in a bit of a hurry to get herself in the shower and dressed, telling me she was off out for sushi, that she liked me, and I should come back for an hour next time, and earlier in the day. She has very obviously never said this to another punter before, so maybe I will
Genteel handshake and double kiss, and I was off into the darkness of the banjo, content aside from hoping I didn’t just technically BB and that some of the wet on the floor wasn’t a bit of some other punters muck which had dripped from his softening member, as it did from mine. So sorry if you were the first punter the next day!
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