Finally I venture back to New World (they now advertise as "Happy Girl"). Years ago, as a rookie pooner, I crashed and burned there with an Italian girl, due to nervousness and an ill-fitting condom.
I ring the bell at 7 PM on a frosty night. The older Chinese gentleman at the reception quotes a .55 room fee for 45 min. I ask for the all-inclusive. “You have to talk to the girls,” he says.
I'm about to leave. But then I think, doesn’t hurt to see the girls. The gentleman leads me to a massage room in the back. A morgue-like quiet pervades this amazingly large massage spa; I wonder how they pay their rent.
My room turns out to be spacious, with a shower, sink, clock radio, typical narrow massage table, chair and nice couch—which, allegedly, turns into a bed. The 3 Asian girls I get to see are all hormone-stirringly young and pretty.
Intuition tells me to pick moon-faced Cici (pronounced Sissy) who sports the most radiant smile and slutty green eye shadow. Only now, as I’m writing this review, do I notice that Cici comes recommended: http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=103420&highlight=World
Cici enters while I’m still in the shower and towels me dry. She likes the soft Chinese music coming from my CD player, and she also likes my blue-red silk robe with its golden dragon motif.
We hug standing up. I notice she’s not the slimmest of girls, but pleasantly chubby in a fertility-oozing way. I give her stockings to wear. “You’re so romantic,” she says.
Cici's English is fluent. She says she’s 21 (probably close to the truth), from Shanghai, and currently an English student who applied for this job when she saw a newspaper ad. She also says she has been in Canada for 3 yrs but in this business for less than a month (a forgivable lie).
We cuddle on the massage table and indulge in mutual masturbation. “Want me to take off my clothes?” Cici asks. I help her out of her corset-like outfit. Sure enough, there’s padding around her middle, a little baby fat I don’t mind. Her breasts, unusually ample for a Chinese girl, feel natural. She confirms, “They’re natural.”
We've launched into the session without Cici requesting a donation up-front. “Oh, I almost forgot,” I say and hand her $.25. She happily accepts.
She massages my cock and bites my nipples, and I rub her moist pussy. She moans receptively. I dive between her legs and flick my tongue across her clit while massaging her G-spot with 2 fingers. She’s a little hairy but smooth where it counts. She has no objection when I massage her starfish as well.
I whip on the condom and slide in. Cici seems really into it and encourages me to pound her hard. She's delightfully verbal in reciprocating dirty talk. The smile never leaves her face.
We switch to CG, and she does a good job gyrating and undulating on top of me. ACG is a little tricky on the narrow massage table, but we manage. She’s not the most nimble in this position, but I love her bouncing tits right in my face.
An enjoyable stretch of DOGGIE. I get her to spread her ass cheeks and enjoy her slightly gaping starfish. Assfucking, she says, isn’t her thing (or anyway, not yet).
I take off the condom and ask her to put a new one on Tantalizer before demonstrating her BJ skills. She notices a bit of liquid in the old condom and says, “Oh, you already came. Great you’re still hard.” Apparently, MSOG would be okay with her.
I inform her the liquid inside the condom is mostly lubricant mixed with pre-cum. “I always take at least 20 minutes to come," I tell her.
She rolls on the new condom with her mouth. Her CBJ has pleasant variations in technique. I also do a bit of irumation: I slowly deep-throat her, with her head dangling off the end of the massage table.
Then, back to MISH, ploughing that delightful furrow while gently pinching her nipples, savoring unrestrained dirty talk, and planting a few kisses on her soft but closed lips. For orgasm I decide to switch to my favorite position, ACG. She willingly cooperates and, after a minute or so of bouncing along, gets me to explode.
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Cici keeps moving even after I've come, as if she wants to get herself off. Normally I’d be worried about the condom slipping off, but Tantalizer still feels solid. After a minute or so I stop her and let her jump up to clean me off.
We cuddle for another 10 min. There's beautiful rapport. I steer the topic toward assfucking. “Last time a customer tried to put a finger in there, it hurt,” she says. “Well,” I reply, “you need to practice with a dildo. After a while it won't hurt at all, it may even feel good. You can make extra money.” She seems interested, but skeptical.
We shower together. Cici splashes body lotion on me, steps close and rubs her soapy body against mine.
When I leave we must have gone way over time. I feel exuberant and express my appreciation by giving her an extra tip. “You’re a good guy,” she says.
L= the mark Cici gets in my book is 8 (radiantly sweet face; lovely tits; moderate chubbiness a matter of taste)
A=10 (super friendly)
S=8.5 (near-perfect, except for no LFK or anal)
Cici’s great stength is that she instinctively knows the secret of a good SP: always mirror a pooner’s desire for you back in the form of desire for him, to set up a runaway cycle of mutual arousal. With Cici I experienced what pooning should ideally be: the free flow of cheery, intense, unencumbered sensuality.
I ring the bell at 7 PM on a frosty night. The older Chinese gentleman at the reception quotes a .55 room fee for 45 min. I ask for the all-inclusive. “You have to talk to the girls,” he says.
I'm about to leave. But then I think, doesn’t hurt to see the girls. The gentleman leads me to a massage room in the back. A morgue-like quiet pervades this amazingly large massage spa; I wonder how they pay their rent.
My room turns out to be spacious, with a shower, sink, clock radio, typical narrow massage table, chair and nice couch—which, allegedly, turns into a bed. The 3 Asian girls I get to see are all hormone-stirringly young and pretty.
Intuition tells me to pick moon-faced Cici (pronounced Sissy) who sports the most radiant smile and slutty green eye shadow. Only now, as I’m writing this review, do I notice that Cici comes recommended: http://www.eforum.xxx.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=103420&highlight=World
Cici enters while I’m still in the shower and towels me dry. She likes the soft Chinese music coming from my CD player, and she also likes my blue-red silk robe with its golden dragon motif.
We hug standing up. I notice she’s not the slimmest of girls, but pleasantly chubby in a fertility-oozing way. I give her stockings to wear. “You’re so romantic,” she says.
Cici's English is fluent. She says she’s 21 (probably close to the truth), from Shanghai, and currently an English student who applied for this job when she saw a newspaper ad. She also says she has been in Canada for 3 yrs but in this business for less than a month (a forgivable lie).
We cuddle on the massage table and indulge in mutual masturbation. “Want me to take off my clothes?” Cici asks. I help her out of her corset-like outfit. Sure enough, there’s padding around her middle, a little baby fat I don’t mind. Her breasts, unusually ample for a Chinese girl, feel natural. She confirms, “They’re natural.”
We've launched into the session without Cici requesting a donation up-front. “Oh, I almost forgot,” I say and hand her $.25. She happily accepts.
She massages my cock and bites my nipples, and I rub her moist pussy. She moans receptively. I dive between her legs and flick my tongue across her clit while massaging her G-spot with 2 fingers. She’s a little hairy but smooth where it counts. She has no objection when I massage her starfish as well.
I whip on the condom and slide in. Cici seems really into it and encourages me to pound her hard. She's delightfully verbal in reciprocating dirty talk. The smile never leaves her face.
We switch to CG, and she does a good job gyrating and undulating on top of me. ACG is a little tricky on the narrow massage table, but we manage. She’s not the most nimble in this position, but I love her bouncing tits right in my face.
An enjoyable stretch of DOGGIE. I get her to spread her ass cheeks and enjoy her slightly gaping starfish. Assfucking, she says, isn’t her thing (or anyway, not yet).
I take off the condom and ask her to put a new one on Tantalizer before demonstrating her BJ skills. She notices a bit of liquid in the old condom and says, “Oh, you already came. Great you’re still hard.” Apparently, MSOG would be okay with her.
I inform her the liquid inside the condom is mostly lubricant mixed with pre-cum. “I always take at least 20 minutes to come," I tell her.
She rolls on the new condom with her mouth. Her CBJ has pleasant variations in technique. I also do a bit of irumation: I slowly deep-throat her, with her head dangling off the end of the massage table.
Then, back to MISH, ploughing that delightful furrow while gently pinching her nipples, savoring unrestrained dirty talk, and planting a few kisses on her soft but closed lips. For orgasm I decide to switch to my favorite position, ACG. She willingly cooperates and, after a minute or so of bouncing along, gets me to explode.
---
Cici keeps moving even after I've come, as if she wants to get herself off. Normally I’d be worried about the condom slipping off, but Tantalizer still feels solid. After a minute or so I stop her and let her jump up to clean me off.
We cuddle for another 10 min. There's beautiful rapport. I steer the topic toward assfucking. “Last time a customer tried to put a finger in there, it hurt,” she says. “Well,” I reply, “you need to practice with a dildo. After a while it won't hurt at all, it may even feel good. You can make extra money.” She seems interested, but skeptical.
We shower together. Cici splashes body lotion on me, steps close and rubs her soapy body against mine.
When I leave we must have gone way over time. I feel exuberant and express my appreciation by giving her an extra tip. “You’re a good guy,” she says.
L= the mark Cici gets in my book is 8 (radiantly sweet face; lovely tits; moderate chubbiness a matter of taste)
A=10 (super friendly)
S=8.5 (near-perfect, except for no LFK or anal)
Cici’s great stength is that she instinctively knows the secret of a good SP: always mirror a pooner’s desire for you back in the form of desire for him, to set up a runaway cycle of mutual arousal. With Cici I experienced what pooning should ideally be: the free flow of cheery, intense, unencumbered sensuality.