The first time I went to Oriental Angels, Selena was there with Lotus, but I went with a younger Thai girl in a sexy bikini called Lynne. Three weeks later, on my second visit, I chose Selena.
She wore a less appealing, pale blue bikini that covered more womanly curves. She had a languid grace. Clearly she was older and a mum, but a very sexy one. A MILF. She was very pretty.
She told me she was Malaysian, but she looked like a cross between Thai and Chinese. On a later visit she said she was half Thai.
The first visit was a cold winter’s night. I was a little disappointed when she removed her bikini. Her boobs were natural B’s that sagged a little without the padded bra. Her ass was a bit wrinkled and cellulite ridden. She looked like she was in the process of getting her figure back after giving birth. Her tummy was squidgy and wrinkled. She was nearly there.
She made up for all this with a beautiful face. When I kissed her she kissed me back with lovely lips. Her eyes were demure and bashful, but she kept returning my stare briefly before looking away in a coquettish way.
We went through the usual routine of oral and missionary. She had luxuriant, long wavy hair and I put my arms under her shoulders and kissed her neck. This was the first time I did this with a whore. I ground slowly into her as if we were making love. It was a weird feeling. Familiar, but strange. It turned me on and I came.
Afterwards, she gave me a massage. She noticed some large blackheads on my back and drained them with her long finger nails. I was embarrassed, but also very grateful. I only had $20 on me. After I had showered and got dressed, I gave it to her saying “That’s for the pimples. Thank you.” At first she didn’t understand. Then, when she did, she started to say it was nothing and offered to return the money, but I insisted and she didn’t need to be told twice.
Over the next 2 months, I had sex with Pipi and came to enjoy the feeling of dominating a whore in missionary position. But I had two strikes with Kelly, which dented my ego. I had repeat visits with Coco and Kelly, with Angela and Lucky. I discovered Ivy and kept going back on Saturdays for her, without luck. At the end of this period on two successive Saturday’s in August, I got Selena instead of Ivy.
The first Saturday was not memorable, but it was good. Good enough for me to pick Selena again the following week. She said I had soft skin. After the incident with the pimples, I had bought a back scrubber and spent a lot of time scrubbing my ageing skin.
Ivy was busy. I picked Selena, but the guy told me I would have to wait for a room. I was in a hurry and a bit nervous. I asked him how long. He said five or ten minutes. I had taken off my watch and left it in the car. The time seemed to pass very slowly and I thought of abandoning the whole thing and asking for my money back.
As I waited, I could hear two conversations.
Down the hall, a guy who must have arrived before me was complaining to the manager.
“You should have let me have the room.”
“But he was before you’ replied the manager.
“I’m a loyal customer. I’ve been coming here for years and I’ve spent thousands of dollars here. You should have let me go first.”
“But he was here before you” insisted the manager.
Meanwhile, in the room where the whores waited, a travelling saleswoman was trying to sell perfume to the girls.
“Try this one. This one’s new and really nice. It’s delicate. Subtle. Try it, you’ll like it.” She had a strong Aussie accent and sounded like a fat middle aged madam.
The girls talked among themselves in Chinese. I could not make out what they were saying.
“Look!” said the woman, obviously getting agitated by something the girls were saying. “That’s the price. I didn’t come here to haggle. I’m providing a service to you girls. I come here, I let you try it. Are you gonna buy some or not?”
More Chinese and some derisive laughter.
“You should have told me that there was only one room left. You shouldn’t have let that other guy go with Ivy.”
“But he was before you.’
“Alright! That’s enough! Give me back that bottle. It’s just to try before you buy. If you’re not gonna buy it, then give it back.”
An Indian guy left and I could hear the complaining customer being shown into a room.
“Right. I’m leaving and I’m not comin’ back. You girls are just abusing this service and disrespectin’ me. I know what you’re doin’ and I won’t stand for it.”
More Chinese whispers and derisive laughter.
A grey-haired guy in his late fifties left. The manager reappeared.
“Follow me, please.” He led me down the hall and into a room. I was anxious from the wait. It was a cold winter’s day. Selena came in while I was drying off after a quick shower. I was now wet and cold. I was shrivelled and small.
Selena went about her business of getting ready with calm dignity. Here hair was longer and fuller than the first time, curled into voluptuous waves. She had lost a bit of weight and she looked trim, less wrinkly and sexier. Her big nipples pointed proudly.
She sat naked on the side of the bed and smiled at me as I climbed on. “You’re very handsome.”
“You’re very beautiful.” She had red lipstick.
She climbed on top of me. Her body was warm and soft.
“You have very soft skin,” she said in surprise.
“So do you,” I replied.
“Yes, but I’m a woman. You’re a man. You have very soft skin for a man.”
She dragged her nipples over my body and felt me with her hands. When she swooped down to suck my nipples, her soft warm hair fell about my neck. It felt wonderful. I could smell her perfume. She kissed my neck and passed her face close over mine, enveloping me in her hair and her perfume. It was the perfume she had used from the travelling saleswoman. I smiled.
“You smell nice,” I purred into her ear as she passed.
She knew it. She was wearing expensive perfume that she got for nothing. She felt like a million dollars. She stared insolently into my eyes and kissed me. I got very hard and hugged her. There was a chemistry between us this time. She felt gorgeous.
After some long and affectionate foreplay, she finally put a condom on my cock and put me in her mouth. She sucked deeply and I groaned.
Everything became desperate and heated. I was already hard and there was no need for extended oral. I felt between her legs and her pussy was hot and wet. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. Without saying anything we moved into missionary position. I was no longer cold and nervous. I was hot and strong and hard. I plunged into her wet pussy and put my arms behind her shoulders. I buried my face in her hair and kissed her neck. She writhed and moaned softly. I held her in place while I thrust between her legs. She couldn’t move and she knew it. I knew it. She spread her legs wider and relaxed in a way that seemed to say, “take me”. I did.
After I came, I collapsed on top of her and we both lay there exhausted. She was impressed by the amount of cum in the condom as she pulled it off and mopped me up. She continued to pour on the compliments. Handsome. Soft skin. Big cock. Big load. Flattery was getting her everywhere. I was grinning from ear to ear.
Afterwards, I worried that the scent of her perfume would still be on me. I was going to my sister-in-law's birthday celebration. A room full of women who would know if I smelled of a perfume that was not my wife's. I survived undetected. But the warmth of Selena and her hair and her perfume lingered with me for a long time. I never saw her again.
On my second visit to Coco, that Monday of the long weekend in June, as I was leaving, I passed a blonde whore sitting beside the path in the dark having a cigarette. She was cute.
Two weeks later, after my first time with Selena, I was headed out to the eastern suburbs in the late morning. Most brothels don’t open until 10.30 or 11 am. I called in to Butterflies at 11.25. There were only two girls on – a plain Asian girl and the cute blonde smoker. She introduced herself as CJ.
“Wake up horny, did ya?” she asked, cheekily. I smiled.
“Yeah, I suppose you could say that.” I picked CJ and she led me upstairs. She took me to a room at the end of the hall that I hadn’t been in before. It was a big room. The sign on the door said, “Party Room”. There was a big round bed with mirror tiles on the ceiling. There was a big spa bath in one corner and a double shower in the other corner. I stripped and offered to take a shower.
“You look like you just had a shower at home,” said CJ, as she came up to me. She was still wearing her lingerie. She put her hands on my waist and stood up on her tip toes to put her nose against my neck. “You smell clean to me. You don’t need another shower. Let’s just get started.” She grabbed me by the cock and led me to the bed and pushed me gently onto my back. She took off her bra and climbed on top of me on all fours. Her panties were faded rainbow stripes that looked retro and sexy. Her tits were small but perky and she had nice hard nipples that she dragged over my skin. I got hard.
I’ve never had much luck with blondes. All my girlfriends were brunettes. But there was nothing intimidating about CJ. She was short and cute with a short shag haircut and girl-next-door good looks. She would have been in her early thirties and, judging by her attitude, she had been doing this for many years.
She dragged her nipples over me and kissed my body and sucked my nipples in a casual but confident way that was guaranteed to get me hard. It worked. She knew it would work. She made small talk and looked at me in a way that suggested she found me attractive. Not that she was attracted to me. Just that it would make her job easier if I was not repulsive.
She put a condom on my cock and started sucking. She did that well and I thought for a moment that she was going to make me come in her mouth. But she stopped before we got that far and offered me a choice of position and I chose missionary because I was comfortable and confident with that position now. I enjoyed the sense of power of being on top of a whore. I enjoyed searching her face for her reaction as my cock slid deep into her pussy. I enjoyed the fact that I had my eyes open and could stare at her face while I fucked her. Feeling that sense of dominating her when she was too shy or too defensive to open her eyes or look at me. And I got an even bigger kick when she was confident enough to keep her eyes open and stare back at me.
CJ was a tough little thing. She stared back into my eyes. She searched my face in the same way that I searched hers.
“What are you thinking?” we both asked of each other with our eyes. Neither of us answered.
Like I said, I get an even bigger kick when a woman stares insolently back at me, and so I fucked CJ hard as we stared at each other until I came.
She seemed satisfied with how quick and easy it was. She chatted to me as we tidied up, showered and got dressed.
I commented on how big the room was.
“Yeah. One time I was in here with about 15 other people.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Some guy wanted to show off to his mates by fucking me in front of them, so we all came in here. I was happy to do it, but I didn’t want it to turn into a gang bang, so I told him he had to pay all the other girls on the shift $20 each to come in here and watch too.”
“Gee, you need a bit of an ego to pull off something like that. I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, but I don’t think I could do that.”
“No. And you’re right. He couldn’t either. It didn’t go like he planned. It’s often the way with fantasies – the real thing isn't what people expect.” We were done and she started to lead me out of the room.
“I had these exhibitionist fantasies about fucking my girlfriend in public places. And we did it. But the fear of getting caught, which puts the sizzle in a fantasy, got in the way of my performance when it was real.” She smiled and nodded as she stuffed the towels and sheets into the laundry chute in the upstairs hallway. Then she headed for the stairs. She was only about 5’2’’, but she tottered on 6’’ heels. I stared at that cute arse in the faded rainbow cotton panties.
“Yeah, it’s the same with threesomes,” she said as she stepped carefully down the stairs. “I get couples come in here all the time for threesomes. Most times it’s his idea, but sometimes it’s hers. Someone always gets left out at the end in a threesome, and it’s never me. So one of them usually gets hurt.”
I really liked CJ. She was casually sexy and confident without being arrogant. For a long time she was the only blonde I ever successfully fucked. But I only saw her those two times. Once on the path in the dark smoking a cigarette and once in the big party room were she got fucked in front of 15 people.
A few weeks later I went back to Oriental Angels. The line-up was not great. Lotus tried to pour on her sickly sweet charm. I opted for a short, buxom Chinese woman call Pipi. After the usual start she got straight into it. Her style was brisk and chatty. She told me I was handsome and had a big cock. She cried out and grunted as I fucked her. It was the exaggerated performance that I assume is an act. But she kept her eyes open and stared into my eyes. It was not a defiant look or a searching look. She looked excited and happy. I put my arms under her shoulders and fucked her little body hard with my full weight pressing down on her. I kissed her neck and her cheek and smelled her hair. I hugged her affectionately and felt like I possessed her. Her big boobs pressed back up into me. Finally I hoisted myself back up into a push-up position to get the leverage to fuck her hard and come.
“Are you married?” she asked, breathlessly as I pounded her. The question took me by surprise. I had taken my wedding ring off, as usual, and left it in the car. Perhaps she could see the mark on my ring finger. Perhaps she recognised that I was making love to her before. That my style of fucking was more personal and affectionate than an unmarried man. Who knows?
“Yes.” There seemed no reason to lie. “Why?”
She just shrugged. Something changed in her eyes. A slight look of disappointment. She still stared at me, but with a hardened look now, not excitement. But it was too late to spoil my momentum. I kept banging into her and I came.
Pipi troubled me for a long time afterwards. That mix of dominating her and making love to her was an odd combination in the same session with the one woman. Her excitement, her question and the change was all a bit disconcerting. Had she thought that I was unmarried and that she might seduce me?
Most of my visits to brothels up until now had been opportunistic. I didn’t go because I was horny – like CJ had thought. I went because I had a window of opportunity to go. Some opportunity when an unaccounted for half hour in my day would go unnoticed. That didn’t happen very often. My wife thought I had gone to visit a friend in hospital for an hour. My friend thought I had to leave after half an hour because my wife was expecting me home.
But one day I decided to call in to Silk Lotus on my way home from work on a Friday night. It was winter and it was dark even at 6 pm. I was hopeful that the better girls would be rostered on for Friday night and that the night shift girls would have already started by 6 pm. I was also hopeful of a repeat of the Butterflies scenario, where the day shift and the night shift overlapped and I got to pick from twice as many girls as usual.
I was in luck.
It didn’t matter how many girls were on or what their names were. When Yoko walked out in her red bikini, there was no other choice. She was a tall, dark, Thai woman. I say “woman” because she had the lovely broad-hipped figure of a mature woman. Her skin was young. She had that look of 23 going on 30. Her hair was long and black, but softened into twisting curls. The hair and the glitter on her eyes and the style of her bikini gave her a slightly 70’s look. She looked like a Thai version of Jacklyn Smith from Charlie’s Angels. She looked like a Miss Universe contestant in the swimsuit section. She looked fucking fabulous.
For all her beauty, she was gentle and demure and even seemed a bit shy. She was gorgeous.
She got me rock hard in no time and without asking she got into doggy position, with her long legs spread wide on her knees, but her superb ass and pussy still at the right height for me. I’m 6’1’’ and it’s no mean feat for an Asian woman to spread her knees and still be tall enough for me. Yoko had beautiful long legs.
Not since Jinx had I witnessed such perfection in doggy pose. Her waist was narrow and she had that perfect Thai ass. Her buttocks were firm and rubbery to clutch hold of. Her skin was smooth and brown and shiny. Her pussy was raw pink and glistening on the inside, but with black meaty lips on the outside. As my plastic wrapped cock slid in and out of her, her lips clung to my shaft on the way out. I loved watching that. Even her anus was clean and dry and puckered and sexy to look at as I fucked her. I desperately wanted to touch that anus with my thumb. To rub her closed sphincter while I fucked her. I'd seen it done in porn scenes and I wanted to do it myself. But I was too shy in those days even to ask. I caressed that lovely smooth round ass and let my hands wander over her soft narrow waist. Her skin and her figure were perfect. She was a fucking goddess.
I came. It was all over pretty quickly, but it was not the premature disaster like Jinx. This was a normal orgasm. Just no holding back or mucking around. With a goddess like Yoko, you get straight to the point.
I was besotted by that woman. I went back about half a dozen times over the next couple of months looking for her. She had told me she was down from Sydney. She was working for a week and then she was going home. But she would be back again in a few weeks’ time. Most times that I went, she wasn't there. One time she was there when I went, but she was booked and I couldn’t wait. If I'd known I'd never see her again, I would have waited.
