*sigh* Rather than stick to my usual massage/extras venues, I decided to go for a vivastreet punt today in the pouring rain. I guess my taste for variety has stabbed me in the wallet this time. I should've known better than to trust this site. My own fault. I know not ALL escorts/WGs who use this advertising site are bogus, but this one I saw today definitely was a bait n switch, even those her pics are 'V' verified *yeah right* and whilst not terrible in person, she wasn't amongst the best choices I've made.
Location: Got me playing wild goose chase with her address. Receptionist (who spoke good English) told me 317 Finchley Road. Check on Google maps, it's a defunct pub right next door to a Thai massage place (which i should've gone to instead!) and Secrets Lap dancing club on the main A41 stretch along Swiss Cottage into central London. I assumed, the flat was nearby and not 317 - so rang her and got answer phone.
My gut was telling me to go, but my
hung on my shoulder, wanting me to wait for a reply wanting the punt. "Cross the Road" the next text said....Umm, ok.
voice *Go, Leave!*....
*Nooo, lets see this through!*
Eventually got the actual address, after a lil' to-ing and fro-ing - they must've been crow's nesting me out (me hearties!) - it was a reasonably modern block of flats pretty much opposite 317, so thought as I usually do. FUCK IT....
Most definitely not the hot YOUNG oriental chick (attached a photo) as advertised as 23. She had a similar build but definitely 10+ years older - i'd say mid 30s. She had slim body, smaller tits than the photo girl, but overall looked passable in a smart mini dress. She had her hair tied up in a bun (Japanese style) which I liked, so I stayed. She was from Hong Kong apparently, but to me, did look more Japanese or mixed. She was fairly attractive facially (according to diablo)....Hook line and sinker. Damn you, self.
Service: I asked for a 30 min 'full service' which is standard, covered BJ and sex - NO massage offered. I asked via text if she did OWO; £10 extra. Once in the room it was suddenly £20. WTF? I haggled and got her down to £10. £60 + £10 for owo. £70 total.
Paid up, I got undressed, onto the bed. She slide out of her dress and I noticed, whilst slim, she was a little loose skinned, definitely late 30s at this stage, possibly even 40s, eek - hard to tell when dressed up. She continued to wear her underwear, which she refused to lose, until a bit later and only then removed her panties for sex.
Even though i'd had a shower not an hour before, squeaky clean and smelling nice, she chose to bed bathe my cock with multiple wet-wipes and put some tissue paper next to her. Oh here we go, the reluctant owo'er who likes to spit my pre-cum into a tissue every minute. FML. Her BJ was lack lustre, toothy. Told her to stop via mime acting 'teeth nashing' and shaking my head lol. Had to laugh.
Got fed up, of her shit BJ - I got up and she thought i was leaving - but instead I told her to get on all fours...again by miming with hip thrusts (tiring lol..zzz).
This was the best bit of the session but it took me a good 20+ odd minutes to cum. cBy this stage, even though i managed to maintain some sort of erection through my despondency, I was reluctant to waste £70 on this one and wanted to at least pop. So, I took my sweet ass time, trying to build up a good head of steam. I fucked her in doggy, then got into missionary for the final furlong. I worked up a sweat.
She was pretty much a lifeless fuck sack, laying there, I'd past caring - she did let me carry on and pound her and only once did she try to turn me on by saying in broken English 'fuck me'. Eventually, I boiled over, popped in the bag and was so happy to have it over with. Decent work out, but underneath I was seething.
She seemed warmer after the event, of course she was, I hear you cry! *moan*
Anyway, stay away from this one lads, unless you're a glutton for punishment like me
wins again. woo!