This is my first report, I'll try to keep it tight and provide the information other punters might want.
This happened at the end of last year - I found myself in Dubai on business with a couple of days spare. I didn't fancy the massage parlour scene, and do not have a burner, so any sort of comms was out. I basically wanted some sort of walk-up scenario preferably in a public place. I read loads of useful stuff on here of course, but also picked up a helpful tip from a whining tourist who complained on a well known on-line forum that certain Dubai hotel bars were just full of prostitutes. Excellent, I thought. This complaining tourist even had the good grace to name some, and so I headed one evening for the York International Hotel.
I punt very rarely and tend to find it nerve-racking so in order not to get bullied into something I didn't want, I went along with no cash at about half 9 at night. I entered off the bustling street and saw immediately to my right a dingy looking bar, little bit of low music playing, disinterested guy behind a tiny podium in the entrance lobby. I walked into the bar, and allowed myself a very quick glance round the room from which I concluded there were about 20 people in there - all female. Quickly to the bar, ordered a beer and while transacting with the barman felt a presence at my shoulder. Concluded purchase and turned around to find not one, but 6 African Women encircling me and all beaming huge smiles at me. Now, African women probably wouldn't be my first choice if I'm honest, but they were all so cheerful, fit and friendly I found myself beaming back.
I chatted with all of them for a while, tried to give as good as I got even though I was nervous and outnumbered but any sort of negotiations were a bit fruitless. None of them was being drawn into cutting a deal with me there at the bar, and when I asked how it worked they just giggled and said things like, "don't worry about that baby!", and "Take all of us up to your room!"
I knew I was out of my depth but it was fun (one of them gently caressed my bell end through my trousers the whole time) and I spent the time choosing in my head who I would like to take, while the girls all enjoyed a drink on me.
Having at least found out that any deal would be in cash, and knowing I had none, I eventually made my excuses, promised I would return and left. This gave me time to re-group, hit the cash machine, have another quick shower and don another clean shirt.
As I walked back to the York about 45 mins later I told myself to be friendly and polite as before, but make a firm and clear choice early on and make it clear to the others that, sweet though they all were - the one I had chosen was the only one I wanted. Upon re-entry the same half dozen swooped on me at the bar, only this time I said my bit, apologies to all but one, and made my choice - a beautiful woman from Cameroon. The others took the rejection like professionals and went back to their seats and we repaired to a table of our own. I wasn't leaving without a price and some other details agreed up front.
Once we had discussed what we needed to, we headed out onto the pavement, hailed a cab and scooted down the road to my hotel. The guy on the desk checked her in as my guest (everyone is so used to this no one gives you a funny look or anything), she tucked her passport back into her bag and we headed up in the lift.
Upon entry we did the paperwork (UK equivalent was £130, not including cab/tip), she tucked it into her bag and I pulled her skirt up. No knickers, lovely little trimmed pussy. I then undid the bra top thing she was wearing and out popped the most fantastic natural tits I have played with for a very long time. I tried to slip a finger in but she was so tight I couldn't. She lifted one leg up onto my bed to help me get better access (very erotic) and I sucked and fingered her cheerfully. When it came round to it - she asked if I had condoms. What would have happened if I didn't have any?? Luckily research had told me to take some, so I popped one on, then got a covered BJ (not my preferred choice but I didn't care), and ultimately after I had licked and rimmed her thoroughly, we fucked in a couple of positions until I filled the dom. She tried to encourage me to go again but sadly I have always been one pop chap. I was happy though and we lay together on my hotel bed and talked for another half an hour or so with her tremendous tits just on full display!
I've never had a WG in my hotel room - always the other way around. It was brilliant. I was much more at ease than normal and we spent over an hour together and it was like I had pulled her in the bar. We chatted, laughed and talked quite freely. If I ever find myself in Dubai again - I will do this and more.
As a footnote, the other girls in the bar laughed when I said I was nervous and feared that they might 'eat me alive' - and they told me that I was lucky I hadn't gone further into the York - to the bar upstairs! Apparently there is another bigger and more 'full-on' bar for punters and WGs to meet in! Damn it! I would love to have seen that.......
