November 19, 2007

Toni and Suzanne

After seeing Susan an average of once a month for the better part of a year, I decided I'd like to try a different flavor. Don't get me wrong, getting to fuck a tall, blonde with big tits was great, but as they say, variety is the spice of life. By now I also felt a lot more confident, both sexually and as a "patron". So I went back to THE SPECTATOR in search of a new conquest. I also started perusing the San Francisco Bay GUARDIAN's classified section for women who would fit the bill.

I found what I was looking for in two different women, each of whom I visited at different times. The first was Toni, who was probably in her mid-40s, with short dark hair and vaguely Italian features. She was petite, shorter than me, a little chubby, with MASSIVE natural tits, and a warm sensuality about her. I saw Toni a couple of times at her apartment, where for $100, we indulged in comfortable sex that was more like "making love" than straight-up, porn-style banging. I suppose this was due to the fact that Toni would plant warm kisses on my neck, chest, and face while we enjoyed each other. No kissing on the mouth, but as I said, I was still under the impression that this was verboten, so I wasn't too disappointed. It was with Toni that I discovered my fondness for sex with women considerably older than myself; I've found that they bring an unhurried type of passion to the experience that is a huge turn-on.

Toni was also the first escort I visited who invited me to lick her pussy...unprotected. Susan had let me eat her, but only through (of all things) Saran Wrap, employed as a dental dam. I'm afraid to say I declined, because I was afraid of catching something. Sure, her pussy looked fine, nice and hairy, and it smelled clean, but I just couldn't go through with it.

Next I paid a visit to Suzanne, a chubby brunette in her mid 20s, who had an average body and advertised as a "sensual masseuse." She conducted business in an empty apartment in a scary-looking building in the Tenderloin; there was an old mattress on the floor and not much else. Suzanne also had some blotchy red welts on her legs, back, and big ass that made me a little nervous, but I was horny and she didn't seem threatening. I let her massage me and then got on top of her, sucking her big floppy tits, licking my way down her body, and so on.

WHOA! I hit the brakes when I came within sniffing distance of her pussy. Yup, it STUNK. I nearly gagged. I'd never smelled anything so bad before. There was no way I was going to lick that cooze, much less put my cock in it. Oh well...I figured I could at least get a blowjob out of this encounter, so I asked Suzanne to go down on me. She consented and performed passable bareback fellatio on my rod, finally switching to a handjob when I announced that I was cumming. My load shot high into the air and all over her hand.

"Wow," she said, "you really spurted."

I thanked Suzanne, paid up, got dressed and told her I'd call her again. She actually handed me a pink business card that said "Tina Suzanne Miller" and gave her phone number. I kept it for a while afterward, then threw it away because, let's be honest...that smell had knocked me for a loop.

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