After each of my visits to the Candy Club, I got tested before I had sex with Amanda again. I was clear. Apart from the cold sore from Mischa, I had gotten away clean.
For the next 8 years I never went back to the Candy Club and never had any interest in going back. I gave up alcohol. I wanked myself silly on porn every night. I was frustrated and angry that Amanda would not have sex more than two or three times a year, but nothing I said or did changed that.
In 2012, my father had a stroke that left him brain damaged. The shell of a man that was left was not my father and I grieved for that loss in the same way as if he had died. In the same year I lost my job and I started drinking again. Later in the year, I went away on my own for a holiday for a couple of weeks. It was a great trip, but I realised at the end of it that I had not masturbated or had an orgasm in the whole time I was away. I was 47. I hadn’t gone 2 weeks without an orgasm since I was 15.
Everything unravelled after that. The few times I tried to have sex with Amanda I couldn’t get it up. Even the porn became boring. I was rejected for jobs because I was too old. I began to feel like my sex life was over. That my life was over.
I became very angry at Amanda for wasting the last 10 years when I had a libido and erections. I had wasted them wanking myself to sleep. I brooded and considered my options.
I searched for brothels online. I found one that was not far from where I lived. It was close enough to get to, but far away enough that no one from my area would be likely to use it. It was in an industrial estate across the river. I drove past it one night. It was in a quiet street. There was no back entrance, but the location was discrete enough. It was called “Silk Lotus”. The online reviews suggested that it only had Asian whores, which was a pity, because I had no particular interest in Asian women.
But the seed had been sown and as the months passed, I would take a detour to drive past it every now and again. The car park out front was usually empty of all but one or two cars.
The following year, Amanda took the kids to Noosa and I was left on my own for a few days. It was the first time that had ever happened. On the first night, I made my plans.
I called Amanda after dinner to check in. I said I was tired and going to bed early.
I switched off my phone. I had heard stories about people being tracked via their phones. I withdrew cash from the bank. I wouldn’t pay by credit card. I drove out to Fairfield and parked in a side street near Silk Lotus. I would not park in their car park. I had a few acquaintances who had recently divorced. It was conceivable that they would visit this brothel and I would bump into someone I knew or someone who would recognise me. I wore non-descript clothes and a baseball cap and sunglasses. The sunglasses looked silly at night, but it was better to look silly than to be recognised.
I left my wallet and my wedding band in the car. I left my watch and phone behind too. I was worried about girls stealing my stuff when I was naked, so I brought only the cash I needed and my car keys.
Silk Lotus is set back from the road with a concrete forecourt for cars. From the street, there is just a brown paling fence with a driveway and no gate. On the fence beside the driveway is a large sign with the number 32 in red letters on a white background. There is space for about 20 cars. Ten on each side of the driveway.
The brothel itself is a single storey concrete bunker. There are no windows at the front; only the double doors that lead into the cold empty foyer inside. The doors are red and the illuminated sign above the porch gives the name of the establishment in red letters, but it looks as much like a Chinese restaurant as a brothel.
A middle-aged Asian man greeted me from behind the counter and waved me to the small waiting room to my right. My heart pounded with nerves as I sat on the leather couch surrounded by porn mags strewn open on the coffee table. A parade of whores introduced themselves. They all wore lingerie and smiled and shook my hand.
The one who impressed me most called herself Linda. She was a mature Chinese woman, probably in her mid-thirties. She wore a black lace baby doll and two beautiful D-cup breasts bulged out of her top. She had a short shag haircut and a good-looking face.
It was $110 for half an hour. The manager took me into a depressingly functional bedroom. A plain bed with a worn red bedspread was the centrepiece. There was one bedside table for the girls and a chair for my clothes. A cheap wooden shelf held clean towels beside the tiled shower recess. There was no door or curtain on the shower.
“You take shower first. Girl come soon. Enjoy.”
I took off my clothes and put them carefully on the chair. I got in the shower. It was a hand held nozzle and it started off cold. It was not a warm night and the room was not warm, so I was quickly shivering. When the water warmed up, I did not want to leave. I was nervous and cold and shrivelled.
I started to dry myself with the thin towel. The door knocked. I covered myself modestly with the towel.
“Come in.”
Linda came in and smiled and nodded hello. She went to the bedside table with her stuff. She seemed as modest and shy as me. I took heart and kept towelling myself dry.
She came over to me, still wearing her lingerie. She took the towel off me and started to pat me dry. She kissed my shoulders. I was starting to get hard. She put away the towel and stood in front of me. We hugged. I ran my hands over her body, feeling the harsh contrast between her soft smooth skin and the rough pattern of her lace panties. She turned around and undid the halter neck of her negligee. We were looking at each other in the wall mirror. Her breasts were spectacular and I cupped them in my hands and felt their weight. They were gorgeously heavy in the same way that Jo’s big tits were heavy, but Linda’s were not as big and held their shape better.
Linda had the best tits I’ve ever seen naked at close quarters or held. They were perfect and they were real. I groped them and plucked at her nipples. My cock grew harder and I pressed it into her behind. She turned back to face me and peeled off her underwear. She pressed her tits against me and wanked my cock with her hand. We were still standing at the end of the bed. This was much more sexy than I had expected. I really wanted to fuck this woman.
She walked backwards into the bed, pulling me by the cock after her. She sat down on the bed and lay back. I got down on my knees to inspect her pussy. She had a neat bush and nice neat lips. It was a beautiful pussy. I stroked it and separated her lips with my fingers. She lay back and let me play with her. But I wanted to nibble those lovely nipples again and so I climbed up on top of her. There was fear in her eyes. I think somewhere along the way she felt she had lost control. It was certainly an unorthodox start.
Linda seemed to think I was going to fuck her without a condom. She was spreading her legs and holding my cock as if she was going to guide it into her pussy.
“Do you have protection?”
The fear increased. She did not understand.
“Do you have a condom?”
“Oh! Yes.” It was as if she had forgotten. She fumbled around at the side table. I was kneeling up on the bed. It was awkward for her to put it on in that position. She got it on and guided me into her pussy. She was warm and wet and tight. I fucked her in missionary position. She kept her eyes open and looked into my eyes, but there was that look of terror. It was off-putting. I didn’t want to scare her. I didn’t want to fuck a woman who was scared of me. But her body was gorgeous inside and out and I was hard and I liked fucking her. I dropped down and kissed her neck and her cheek. I tried to be gentle and to make love to her. After so many years of marriage, I didn’t really know how else to do it. It didn’t seem right to fuck an Asian whore the way I fucked my wife. But Linda did not act like a whore. She was timid and gentle. Like somebody else’s wife. It was weird, but she finally seemed to relax into it.
After a long build up, I came. She was all smiles when I was done. I think she was relieved. I don’t know what she thought I was going to do. Maybe it was her first night on the job. I never found out.
I saw Linda many times over the next few months. She seemed to be a stalwart in the place. She always wore the same outfit and never showed any signs of recognising me. I always chose someone else, just for the variety. By the time I was ready to fuck her again, she was gone and I never saw her again.
The night after Linda I went back again. I chose Angela. She had been there the night before.
Angela was a Vietnamese woman who was stacked. She had a compressed petit figure – big tits, big bum and tiny waist. She also had a great attitude. Very sassy. She wore a royal blue bikini in the intro.
She took control more than Linda. Before I was dried she was naked and kneeling on the bed and patting to indicate where I should go.
“Where you from?”
“Melbourne,” I said.
“I from Sydney,” she said.
“You’ve got great tits,” I said, getting straight to the point. I was pulling on her nipples as she bent over me.
She sat back on her heels and cupped them proudly. “You like them?” I nodded. “More than a handful,” she said looking at me for confirmation. I smiled. She leaned forward and dropped them into my face. I sucked on her big dark nipples and squeezed the fat firmness of her tits. They looked fake, but there were no scars.
She dragged her tits over me and kissed my nipples. She worked her way down my body. I was not hard yet. I groped whatever I could reach. She was so tiny that nothing was out of reach.
She kissed my cock and then put it in her mouth. I got hard very quickly and she popped a condom on me and kept sucking. It was a strange half/half head job that I’ve never seen repeated.
We changed places and I fucked her in missionary position. Her tits held their shape even when she was on her back. But with her legs in the air and her compressed figure, she looked like a bit of an apple. She was so tiny. She kept her eyes open and looked at me. She was much more brazen than Linda. There was a challenge in her eyes. “Go on. Fuck me,” they said.
After a while she offered to change to doggy position. I was excited and she successfully guided me in, but she was carrying weight at the top of her pelvis that was not flattering in that position. I lost my hardness and we had to change back to missionary. Her bold eye-contact turned me on and I rutted her till I came.
She told me she was only down from Sydney for a short time and she was going back soon. I didn’t see her for a while after that.
Over a year later, she was back and I chose her again. She had dyed her hair light brown and had voluptuous waves in it. As she dragged her tits over my torso I ran my hands through her hair and smelled it. It was winter and I was cold. She was warm and she cuddled me affectionately to warm me up.
By this time I realised that bareback head jobs were rare. I was pleasantly surprised when she started sucking me without a condom. Unlike the first time, she kept going even after I was hard. It was wonderful.
I fucked her in missionary position. I thanked her for keeping her eyes open.
“You’re so sexy the way you look into my eyes when I’m fucking you.” She smiled and kept staring. I came.
As we showered and got dressed I chatted to her. I admired her tits again. She cupped them proudly and said: “More than a handful.” I smiled and nodded. It was her line.
I came back a few weeks after that and chose her again. This was the first time I had been with the same whore 3 times. She recognised me and smirked at me in the intro. She was pleased when I picked her and she hugged me and was playful and familiar in bed. She knew that I liked her.
I got hard easily and she sucked me bareback again. I marvelled at her tits and she said: “More than a handful.” It was becoming inane. But she really did have tits that were worth commenting on every time and they really were much bigger than her tiny hands.
I fucked her easily this time. I began to think that I should just fuck the same girls. It was easier when they were familiar. Especially when it was someone like Angela. There seemed to be a chemistry between us. She certainly seemed to enjoy being fucked by me and she was happy to suck my cock without a condom.
During that week when Amanda and the boys were in Noosa, I went back to Silk Lotus a third and final time. There was a girl called Jessica. The first of many Jessicas. I chose her just for a change. Linda and Angela were on the intro, but I passed them up for this girl. She was big. Not particularly pretty or anything. She put a condom on to suck me and she kept her eyes closed while I fucked her in missionary position for a while. It was not really working and she suggested she finish me off with her hand. I asked if we could do it in front of the mirror. I wanted to be standing and see her wanking me. It seems like an odd request now and she gave me a look. Back then it made sense. I suppose I was used to standing in front of the mirror when I was wanking at home by myself and I just wanted to do the same thing with a girl. She wanked me off and I spurted all over the towel she had spread on the floor. I never saw her again.
My taste of Silk Lotus was a very different experience from my taste of the Candy Club years before. I had not been attracted to Asian women in the past. I wasn’t racist. I just didn’t notice them. There were plenty of Asian women around, in the city and in my workplace. But they were short and had black hair and small boobs. I liked tall blondes with big tits.
What changed for me was how they felt. They had smooth hairless skin and lovely curves. Caressing their bodies turned me on. I had found Linda and Angela very sexy and I had fucked them easily. I was also impressed by their attitude to prostitution and pleasing a man. They had made much more of an effort to turn me on than Jinx or Mischa. They seemed much more comfortable with the work and more skilful. They sucked my nipples and that turned me on a lot.
I had kept going back to the Candy Club fitfully, and each time my expectations were disappointed or there was something about the girl or the place that put me off. But Silk Lotus was secluded and easy and I went back three nights in a row because I could and because each visit exceeded my expectations. The only thing that brought it to an end was the return of my family and the end of my window of opportunity.
After Amanda came back from holidays, I had limited opportunities to go back to Silk Lotus. So, one night, a month or two later, I made my own opportunity. I went to visit my parents one evening after dinner. They lived in the outer suburbs and it was a 30 minute drive each way. I often stayed till late and Amanda went to bed early. She would not be awake when I got home. Silk Lotus was not exactly on the way home from my parents, but it was only a short detour. I left my parents house half an hor earlier than usual on the pretext of being particularly tired that night. I stopped in at Silk Lotus on the way home.
There was a Thai girl in the intro called Bella. I had seen Bella before and not picked her. There was something about her face that was a bit hard and plain. Also, those were the days when I went for the biggest tits and she was not as well stacked as Angela and Linda. I was ready for a 45 minute session.
“You cum once or twice?” she asked, before we got started.
I hadn’t thought of the possibility of coming twice in 45 minutes, but it was worth a shot. “Twice.”
I lay on the bed and she started sucking me. She was on her hands and knees in a 69 position, but with her knees off to one side of me. I still had a good view of her ass and her pussy and I explored them both. She sucked me bareback and it was really nice. I was getting excited, but I wasn’t very hard. She kept sucking and I came in her mouth. I’m not sure if she planned it that way. She didn’t express surprise or say anything. I was surprised she let me do it. She cleaned up and then suggested I roll over for a massage. After about 15 minutes she asked me if I was ready to go again.
“Sure.”
She put a condom on me this time and sucked me hard. Then I fucked her in missionary position. I managed to come again.
For a long time after that I got quite excited at the thought of me coming in her mouth. Some independent escorts advertise CIM, but no one else has ever let me do it.
Some time later, I picked Bella again. After I showered, I sat on the edge of the bed. She stripped off and came crawling up to me on her hands and knees. It was very sexy and I barred up as she approached. She sucked my cock bareback while I sat there. It was really nice. I was all ready to let her suck me off and cum in her mouth again, but she was not so obliging this time. I fucked her in missionary position until I came.
With Angela and Bella I got used to the idea of bareback head jobs early on. It was only later I came to realise they were rare.
After Bella, I had a bad run.
There was a second Jessica at Silk. I don’t know why I picked her. She had no figure. I have a vague recollection that I just wanted to fuck different girls and she was the only different one available that night. She had long straight black hair and a plain face. She wore a black baby doll that hid everything. When she took it off she was shapeless and flabby and scarred from recent child-birth.
She got me to lie face down on the bed at the start for a massage. She actually did a good job and tickled my balls and my ass in a way that got me going at the time.
I fucked her in missionary position and I remember thinking “if I can fuck her, I can fuck anybody.” There was nothing to turn me on except the feel of her pussy and the idea of fucking a complete stranger. I remember looking at her and thinking at one stage, “twenty minutes ago, we’d never even met. And now I’m fucking you”.
I kept fucking her and I came.
