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  1. Sex Worker's Name: Ivy
  2. Session Month: January
  3. Session Year: 2017
  4. Type of Service: Parlour Worker
  5. Name of Agency or Parlour (if any): Studio 466
  6. Advertised Hourly Rate (Pick closest): $275
  7. Location where session took place: Victoria
  8. Session Day: Weekday
  9. Session Time: Daytime
  10. Estimated Age: 21 - 25
  11. Estimated Ethnic Group: Asian Origin
  12. Hair Colour: Dark
  13. Hair Length: Medium
  14. Eyes Colour: Brown
  15. Skin Colour: Pale
  16. Height: Average - Around 165 cm / 5'5"
  17. Body Shape: Curvy
  18. Kissing Available: Unsure
  19. Blowjob: Yes, CBJ (Covered Blowjob)
  20. DATY / Oral On Her: Unsure
  21. Overall Looks: Very pretty
  22. Overall Personality: Cheeky
  23. Overall Performance: Great service

Studio 466 - January 2017 - Ivy


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I first visited Studio 466 back in early January 2017.

 

The first girl that walked out said her name was Angelica from Korea.  She was tall and pretty with a great figure.  She would do if it weren’t for her rather dismissive attitude. 

 

The Mamasan came back.

 

“Just the one girl?” I asked, a little disappointed.  A forced choice puts me off. 

 

“I check.  Ivy be ready in about . . .” her voice trailed off as she went down the hall looking for Ivy.  My heart leapt at the name.  Could it be the same girl?  There used to be a Malaysian girl called Ivy at Oriental Angels in Blackburn.  She was gorgeous.  I fucked her a few times about a year ago. 

 

Down the hall I heard the Mamasan saying, “Ivy, intro please.” 

 

A pretty girl in a tight fitting white dress appeared.  I wasn’t sure it was her.  She looked different.  But this girl had the full package even if it wasn’t the same Ivy from Blackburn. 

 

The manager looked surprised when I said “Ivy.”

 

Ivy led me to a room and took my money, leaving me to shower.  When she came back into the room, I had showered and dried and I was lying on my back on the bed, tugging on the old feller to get him started. 

 

“No need for that, baby.  I wake him up for you.”

 

It turned out it was her.  She had cut her hair in a long bob that looked conservative, but classy and stylish.  She didn’t remember me and she was surprised that I remembered her.  She said she hadn’t worked for over a year.  She had gone back to Malaysia for an internship.  She just arrived back in Melbourne yesterday and today was her first day back on the job.  She didn’t say it, but it seemed I was her first customer. 

 

When she undressed, it was the same magnificent little body.  She had put on one or two kilos and her figure was not as taut as I remember it, but still wonderful.  I noticed her boobs were slightly augmented.  I don’t remember noticing that before.  Maybe she’d had them done.  They were lovely C cup beauties.  I pulled at her nice nipples as she clambered about on the bed.  She gave me a full body slide and hugged me while we talked.  I felt at ease with her and she spoke candidly.  The friendliness was still there, but she was not as cheeky and playful as last year.   

 

She tied her hair back.  Everything she did was accompanied by the easy tones of her voice.  It was friendly chit chat rather than babble and her voice was as sexy as her body. 

 

The bed was surrounded by mirrors.  I was hard and she sucked me deeply.  I sat up and watched her ass in the mirror.  She looked at me slyly and said, “You’re very naughty looking at my ass in the mirror”.  Then she positioned her ass and spread her knees so that I got a better view.  Then she swallowed my erection whole.

 

“Can I get on top now?”

 

“Sure baby.”  She was fastidious about health and asked me not to touch anything.   She asked me to fuck her slowly and gently because her “little sister” wasn’t used to working.  “She’s a bit tight.” 

 

She certainly was.   I quickly swelled, as much at the idea and her talk as at the feeling.  Listening to a girl talking about her own pussy during sex is like dirty talk to me, even when she’s not talking dirty. 

 

She smiled her sexy smile.  “It’s nice that you remember me.”  I put my arms around her and kissed her. 

 

After a while I wanted to change positions.  “Is it OK to change to doggie, or is that too hard on your pussy?”

 

“Doggie is OK baby, as long as you go gently.  Sorry baby.”  The idea of having a drop dead gorgeous girl apologise for having a tight, unused pussy appealed to me and I couldn’t help grinning.

 

“Apology accepted.”

 

She backed her sensational arse to the edge of the bed and I plugged her tight little hole. 

 

Her waist was still impossibly narrow and her hips were wonderfully curved and shapely.  I grabbed them and enjoyed the goldilocks feel, not too firm and not too soft.  We faced each other in the big mirror on the other side of the bed.  She smiled easily at me when our eyes met.  God she was cute.  I nearly came. 

 

I enjoyed an easy motion and a spectacular view.  I grabbed at her waist and the voluptuous tits hanging beneath her (they felt real).  I slipped out a couple of times and the second time spoilt the orgasm that was quietly building.  It was a shame.  I did so badly want to pump that tight pussy full of cum. 

 

We went back to missionary.  I noticed this time that there was another mirror at the head of the bed.  It was like watching a porn video of me fucking her.  That was going pretty well too, but too slowly for Ivy and the clock.  She called time after about 5 minutes and sat beside me in a business-like manner with her lovely hip against mine and her fist around my cock.  I watched her face as she studied my erection.  I was all purple and raw and hard.  She grabbed a tissue to wipe away the flow of pre-cum that oozed from me, replacing my natural lubricant with some artificial stuff. 

 

She started stroking me slowly, just how I like it, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. 

 

“Are you going to cum baby?”  she asked, as if she doubted it. 

 

“Oh yeah” I sighed. 

 

“Good.  Cum for me baby.  Let me see your cum.”

 

That did it.  Old faithful gushed about 8 or 9 times.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open but I could tell by the splashes on my chest and my legs that it was flying high and going everywhere.  The pretty little trouper kept pumping me with her fist until I was done.  In the end, it was probably better to let off the fireworks like that for her to see, rather than just emptying into a condom.  At least that’s what I told myself. 

 

“You must have been saving that up for weeks, baby!”  She was emptying the tissue box at a rapid rate.  “I’m glad you got what you came for.” 

 

I went home very happy.  On my first visit to Studio 466, I actually got a lot more than what I came for.  I got Ivy.  

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