I went to Canberra for a conference. I had read online about a place in Fishwyck called Tiffany’s Palace. I got a cab to drop me nearby before dinner. It was closed. I wandered around the streets nearby and found a place that was upstairs over a panel beater’s workshop.
I went upstairs and seemed to trip a few doorbells on the way up. But when I got to the reception area at the top of the stairs, there was no one there. I stood around for a few minutes waiting for someone to appear. No one did. I called out. No one answered. I started to go back down the stairs when a middled aged Chinese man came out and called me back. He ushered me into a basic waiting room. My heart started to race.
In walked a woman in her mid-thirties. She was carrying extra weight like a woman who is used to eating what she wants and not exercising and who only ever puts on weight on her thighs and tits in a way that just makes her look more sexy. A woman blessed with good genes and a good metabolism and a fabulous body. That all works for a woman in her teens and her twenties. But it had just started to catch up with her now. Her thighs and her ass wobbled just a touch too much. Her heavy tits were starting to stretch her skin.
She had never been pretty. She was a dragon lady with heavily made up eyes and a leering smile that was unsettling. She was tall and strong. Very tall for an Asian woman. She wore a lacey white bra and matching panties under a gauzy sheer turquoise negligee.
She strode up to me and shook my hand.
“Hello, darleen. My name is Mai Mai. Pleased to meet you.”
I found her off-putting. She smiled at me like a crocodile smiles at a goat stuck in the mud. She was a man-eater. I waited for the next girl and hoped for someone younger, prettier and less intimidating. My heart sunk when the manager reappeared.
“How long you like?”
“Only the one girl?”
“Yes. Mai Mai very good. Very popular girl. Show you good time. You not disappointed with Mai Mai. How long you like?”
I didn’t seem to have many options. “Thirty minutes.”
He showed me into a very dingy room down the hall. There was mould in the shower cabinet and I didn’t want to touch anything. My shrivelled cock stayed shrivelled as I soaped up.
Mai Mai knocked and came into the room. I stepped out of the shower and finished drying myself. She took off her clothes. She was actually still pretty hot. Her big D-cup tits stayed up without a bra. Without tight panties pinching into her hips, they looked curvy and full. She was very white with no tan lines. She walked up to me and hugged me, pressing her big tits into my chest. I put my arms around her and grabbed her fleshy arse. It was surprisingly firm and rubbery.
“Wow. You’re so sexy. I love your tits.”
“My pleasure darleen. You’re very welcome.” It was an odd thing to say. Was she inviting me to help myself? Perhaps she was just practising her English.
I groped her fat tits and twiddled her big brown nipples. Her tits were firmer than I expected and her nipples were hard. She pressed her upper arms to the sides of her chest to push her tits together and exaggerate her already substantial cleavage. She grabbed hold of my cock and tugged on it. She rubbed the head against her stomach. She had a hairy runway.
“Where are you from?”
“Korea, darleen.” I’d never been with a Korean whore before. Mai Mai shaped my view of Korean whores for some time after that.
There was a large mirror covering the wall on the other side of the bed. Mai Mai turned around to face the mirror. I cupped her tits in my hands and watched myself squeezing them and playing with them in the mirror. Mai Mai watched my face in the mirror and smiled. She had her hand behind her back with my cock in her fist and she rubbed my head into her ass. I was getting hard.
“Lie down on the bed, darleen. I suck your cock.” She shunted me onto the bed as if I had been resisting. I hadn’t. She was built like an amazon and it felt like she was stronger than me.
She put a condom on me and started to devour my cock in a very noisy and aggressive way. It was too fast for my liking and I did not get particularly hard. She moved her big arse around beside me so that I could grope it. After a few minutes I suggested a change.
“Can I fuck you now?”
“Of course, darleen. My pleasure.”
She bounded around the bed to get in position. It was like she was in a time trial. She kept her eyes open and looked at me very directly as I entered her and got harder. Her big tits sat up on her chest. When I was settled into a good missionary rhythm she clenched her pussy muscles around me and squeezed tight.
“Ooohhh. You’ve got a nice tight pussy.”
“You’re very welcome.” Clearly I was. I looked down at her welcome mat and my cock sliding in and out of her front door. When I looked back at her face she was waiting with those eyes and she clenched her pussy tight around me again like a strong handshake.
I pumped her slowly and she grabbed my ass and pulled me into her to speed up the pace. She liked to be in control and to go fast. I tried to accommodate her, but with a condom I start to lose feeling, and going faster only makes it worse.
“Change position, darleen. You fuck me doggy, darleen.” I didn't seem to have much choice in the matter. She was telling me what to do, not asking me.
She turned around and I slipped in. She looked great. Her waist narrowed as all the loose skin and fat hung below. Her ass was smooth and firm. I looked in the mirror and her big tits hung down pendulously, swinging as I jammed her. I was reminded of Christy Canyon. I would have liked to have seen Jo in this position, but I never did. Mai Mai’s tits nearly touched the bed, even when her arms were straight. She looked so voluptuous and sexy. I had never seen a woman look so good in that position before.
The only down side of looking in the mirror was that there was this big flabby white fat bloke spoiling the view. I had put on weight myself. I had ten years on Mai Mai. In all the times I have seen myself in the mirror in these situations, I don’t think I’ve ever looked worse than I did that night.
I turned away from the mirror and concentrated on fucking Mai Mai. But the mattress was soft and my thighs struggled to keep me stable and pumping. They quickly tired and quivered. Mai Mai bucked back on me to keep up her frenetic pace. My erection softened.
“Only few minutes left, darleen. I give you hand job.” This was becoming a pattern.
I lay down and she ripped off the condom and started to wank me. Of course, she went too fast, but I wanted to come for her and I told myself that she wanted to see my cum. Her arm tired and she screwed up her face with the effort. She changed hands.
The alarm went off. I was very close and quite hard.
“Maybe you not going to come, darleen?”
“I’ll come for you. Just a few more minutes.”
“Only one minute, darleen. Time’s up.” With that we both put in a final effort and she screwed up her face again as she pumped me fast with her fist.
“You really want me to cum,” I thought. “You want to see my cum? I’m going to show you my cum. I’m going to cum for you, darleen.” I basically talked myself over the edge.
The cum went everywhere. She was pumping me so fast and so vigorously that she flung my spurts in every direction. It went on her, it went on me, it went on the bed. Some of it probably went on the floor. She only seemed to realise I was coming went the last couple of spurts spilled over her hand.
“Ooh, darleen! You feel better now? Your big balls all empty.” She grabbed some tissues and mopped up the mess. She made noises as if she was surprised and impressed with the extent of the mess.
I was left with the impression that Korean women were tall with big tits and sexually aggressive. I wanked a few times at the thought of fucking that big woman in doggy pose and how good she looked in that position and how impressed she was with my load. I tried to forget what a hideous dump the place was and how I was fat and flabby and out of shape and couldn’t keep it up for her.
I caught a cab back into town and went to dinner. A few hours and a few drinks later, I got back into a cab.
“Take me to the best fuckin’ whorehouse in Canberra,” I said to the young Indian cab driver. He was embarrassed and looked at me disdainfully in the rear-view mirror, but he took me out to Fishwyck. To Tiffany’s Palace. But it was still closed.
He took me around to another part of Fyshwyk where there were 3 brothels all next to each other. It was a bit of a disaster. I was pissed and I couldn’t get it up, but I went from one place to the next picking girls and wasting money until it was all gone. Strangely, I still felt some satisfaction the next day about having such a debauched night. I also learned my lesson. Never drink before going to a brothel. That was the last time that my performance was handicapped by grog.
But there were other performance issues.
I went back to Silk Lotus a few weeks later. There was a gorgeous little slinky Thai girl called Ginger. She was slender and petite with little boobs and narrow hips. She was very pretty too. I got it up and fucked her, but I couldn’t come in the half hour time slot and she tried to finish me off by hand. Her technique was not great and I had to finish off myself. She looked hurt by that and I felt sorry for her. It wasn’t her fault. I thought she was gorgeous. That was the first time I had to finish off myself with a girl. It didn’t happen very often after that.
A few weeks later I was back at Silk Lotus on a Saturday afternoon. I was dressed in jeans and a long sleeve casual top. I had not washed my hair and it was slicked back in my weekend look, rather than my usual conservative side part. There was this tall woman with big D-cup tits and a splendid figure and I was sold. Her name was Tinga. She was from Korea. She was energetic and sexually aggressive. She asked me if I had been there before and I lied and said “no”.
She chewed my nipples and sucked my balls and I felt like I was being eaten rather than seduced. She fired off questions and comments in a very curt way.
"What's your name?"
"Andrew."
"What do you do?"
"I work for one of the banks."
"Really?" She seemed unconvinced. I had decided early on to have a fake bio. I told the girls my name was Andrew and that I worked for a bank. I did work for an investment bank once, but not any more. I was a lawyer, but I didn't want whores to get any ideas that I was rich or could be blackmailed. "You look more like a lawyer to me."
I was stunned. How does a Korean woman know what an Australian lawyer looks like when he's naked?
She got me in a 69 position, but used her legs and feet to pin me down so I couldn’t move while she sucked me. Her perfect ass and pussy were there for me to see, but not touch.
When she released me, she bent over the bed and let me fuck her in standing doggy. I fucked her hard and enjoyed the tussle of strength and power with her. I came easily.
“You did good, baby,” she complimented me. “You know what to do. Many boys come here and not know what to do.”
I would have picked Tinga again, but I never saw her after that. Her and Mai Mai gave me a lasting impression that Korean whores are all tall and strong with big tits.
Tinga was girl number 15.
The next girl was Yoki. She was like a Japanese version of Ginger. Her body was exquisitely beautiful and I came while fucking her, but I don’t remember much else. I didn’t keep any notes during this period.
Then there was a Thai girl called Victoria. She had a beautiful shiny brown ass that I came to appreciate as being typical of the better Thai girls. I labelled it “PTA” – the perfect Thai ass. I loved it. I forked out the extra money for 45 minutes with Victoria, because she was so beautiful. I asked up front for two shots at goal and she agreed. But as I banged into that PTA in doggy for goal number one, there was a malfunction and when I withdrew, the condom stayed inside her.
That was a fucking disaster.
She fished it out, but we weren’t sure when it had come off or whether it had caught all my cum. She had a shower and I sat glumly on the edge of the bed contemplating the health risks. They seemed to be greater for her than for me. I assured her that I only ever had safe sex and I had been tested and she “wouldn’t get anything from me”. She seemed to be a trusting soul and accepted that. It was true, but she had no reason to believe me.
I was surprised when she let me fuck her again as agreed. It was a much more cautious fuck and I was surprised to be able to perform in the circumstances, but I did. I came again with time to spare. Her fucking hot body might have had something to do with it.
I never saw Victoria again. I assumed she might have had to withdraw from work until she passed a reliable health check. Poor girl. I felt bad about that.
I was chastened by the mishap and didn’t go for a while.
About a year later, a friend of mine was admitted to hospital in Box Hill. I had to visit him most nights after work. I searched online for brothels in the area and found two in Blackburn.
One was called Oriental Angels. I went there first. There was a young Chinese manager and he looked at me like I was a loser and he was fleecing me of my money. I didn’t like him.
There was an old Taiwanese whore called Lotus who tickled the palm of my hand when she shook it, as if that would turn me on. It didn’t. She had that leering grin that Mai Mai had and an obsequious manner that was very off-putting. But she had a great body and big tits.
There was a Thai girl called Lynne. She had a great body and was not afraid to show it off. Most of the other whores dressed in corsets or negligees or bustiers to hide their flaws. Lynne wore a sting bikini and looked fabulous in it. And when she took it off, she had a PTA too.
On that first visit, there was a lovely lady called Selena. She wore a bikini too, but she was older than Lynne and her body was not quite so hot. But she was a close second.
The girls always asked me if I had been before. I got into the habit of lying and saying this was my first time. Partly to hide the fact that I was becoming a regular whoremonger and partly as an excuse for my performance issues. With a new girl, and particularly in a new place, I was very nervous and took a while to get going.
It was no different with Lynne. But when I did get going, it went easily and we were both pleasantly surprised. She even allowed herself to look impressed and she commented on the full condom.
I would have liked to fuck Lynne again. I went back to Oriental Angels many times over the next couple of years and I often saw Lotus and Selena, but I never saw Lynne again.
Amid this grab bag of undocumented early encounters, the last of any note was Coco.
The second brothel in Blackburn was called Butterflies. I went there late one Saturday afternoon in early June. There was a long line-up of girls. It was the changeover of shifts and I had my pick of the day girls and the night girls. Only three were memorable.
The first woman out was middle aged and overweight. Fat in all the right places, but too fat for me.
Presumably she was a favourite with fat truckies. The next woman was also mature. Probably mid-thirties, with an imperfect figure and lots of bits bulging over the tops of her suspenders and her bra straps and flabby tuck-shop arms. But she had curly auburn hair and a pretty face. She smiled and stopped to chat and try to win my business. She didn't have much of a chance.
"You're Irish, aren't you?" I was stunned. I didn't want to admit it, but my silence and my expression told her she was right.
"How do you know?" I asked. My heart skipped a beat at the sudden thought that maybe she knew me.
"Your eyes. I can tell by your eyes. Blue and green. Only the Irish have blue/green eyes." I kept staring at her in wonder. "Book me, darlin', and I'll show you some other secrets I know." She gave me a sexy wink and pulled her hand slowly out of mine as if she was walking away reluctantly. She nearly had me.
There was a brunette girl called Abigail. She was nothing special, except that she looked like a thousand other girls in Melbourne that I has seen over the years. On trains and trams. In shopping malls. On the street in the city at lunchtime. She looked part Anglo-Irish, part Italian. She had big tits and a big ass. Her face was average, but easy on the eye. I wanted to fuck her because she looked so ordinary.
But then Coco came in. Coco was tall and black as black. With shiny skin and a tiny white bikini. She looked nothing like Jinx. Her body was much less majestic. But Jinx was brown. African/American. This girl was pure black African and very sexy. She also had a very pretty face. I picked her over Abigail.
She took me upstairs to a room with a big four poster bed. She was Jamaican. It was cold outside and I was cold and shrivelled, but Coco’s body was warm. Really warm. Warmth radiated from her skin and thawed my winter bones and I got rock hard as she kissed me with those raw red lips. I got her on her back and fucked her hard and she kept her eyes closed and I could tell it was only work for her, but it was a sexy as hell for me. I blew my load after only a few minutes of pumping her warm black body. It was such a turn on. Not in a racist way or a power trip. Just because she looked so exotic and felt so soft and warm.
The following Monday was a holiday and I went back. She had told me she would be working again on Monday and so I went back to fuck her again. It was just as good. But she was just as indifferent. She was the first girl I went back for specifically. I had fucked Bella and Angela twice out of sheer luck. But Coco was special.
