The Bonking Bule. Day 4 (part 1)
The Shooter's afternoon meetings were cancelled, so he wandered down to the Ambassador Mall for a stroll. It's a fairly shitty place, so he didn't stay long. No signs of interest from any local lasses.
Upon exiting he noticed a spa to the right, so he popped in for a pedicure. After leaving there he noticed another spa to the left. There was a tiny entrance leading to an elevator. Upstairs he booked a massage and scrub for an implausibly small sum.
After disrobing in a well-appointed locker room, and donning baggy shorts and a dressing gown, he went upstairs to the massage rooms. It was basically a large room with partitioned massage cubicles and curtained entrances. Mattress on the floor with a face hole.
The masseuse came in after a few minutes. She was a fat old lady, so any lingering thoughts of hanky panky immediately disappeared. The massage was very good, she had strong hands.
On the flip, the Shooter was surprised when she pulled his leg out to 45 degrees and reached under his shorts massaging all the way up to his inner thigh, occasionally brushing his Johnson. He was amazed when she massaged his testicles, not sensuously, but with a degree of vigour like a massage of any other body part. He was astonished that his body responded to this stimulus with a raging boner. Keeping his eyes closed was probably a factor.
When she popped the question of extras, he assented out of pure curiosity. She wanted the ridiculous amount of 400 k. Eventually they settled on the unreasonable (by local standards) amount of 300 k. He knew he could negotiate lower, but he couldn't be arsed.
The HJ was skilfully executed. She clearly had had a lot of practice. Yet she could not quite bust the nut. The interesting part was when she pushed him onto his side, propped up on elbows and knees, while she reached under his arse to execute the HJ from that unusual position. That almost did the trick but not quite because it was an uncomfortable position to maintain.
Eventually after 20 minutes or so the Shooter called time on the HJ and preserved his resources for the evenings activities. She continued with the scrub, which was an odd affair with sachets of powder that she rubbed into his body. Afterward he relaxed in the steam room, plunge pool and jacuzzi. Soft drinks were included.
The Accountant told the same story: an unattractive masseuse, a great massage and a skilful HJ.
He emerged relaxed and energized, ready for the evening activities.
The Bonking Bule. Day 4 (part 2)
Day 4 was the Shooter's last night in town. He arranged to meet the horny Tagged chick from day 1. He asked her to bring her friend for the Accountant.
They met at 9 in the Marriott bar. The Accountant was delighted by his bllnd date: tall and slim with model looks. She was not a pro but a workmate of the Shooter's chick.
The Marriott bar is classy but quiet. There were a few WGs at the bar, older chicks and not tempting.
The girls wanted to see some live music. They suggested CJs. It is interesting that Indo girls don't seem to mind hooker bars, provided there is an upmarket vibe. The Shooter preferred to try out BATS, so off they went.
BATS was busy but not overwhelming. Some stunners there but a lot of average material also. Not as much choice as CJs. Having said that, most guys only have one dick, and there is no obligation to shag the entire bar.
BATS has better lighting than CJs, so the General can survey the field of battle and assess where to engage the enemy. Also the band is better, they have been there for years. It is clear that the big black singer is enjoying the perks of his employment: he is popular with several of the ladies at the bar.
Meanwhile the two girls were enjoying themselves, getting sozzled on caipiroskas and bopping to the music. They even dragged the Accountant to the dance floor, where he attempted some form of body motion that might be loosely interpreted as dancing. It was evident that the girls led a humdrum daily existence and a night on the town was an exciting experience for them.
Back in the room, the Shooters girl was well up for it. She declared that she loved sucking cock and was ready to do it all night if he wanted. Fucking hell. To prove it, after 10 minutes of BJ she put his hand on her pussy and sure enough she was soaking wet.
It was a great night and the Shooter's CDS stayed unopened on the bedside table. The highlight was her reverse cowboy. While the Shooter watched her fantastic ass bouncing up and down on his cock, she frigged her clit and squirted onto his balls. The sensation was tremendous and he squirted his own seed into her pussy.
She was ready to go all night but he needed a rest after that. In the morning she insisted on a BBBJCIM. That took a long time, but she was very patient and eventually she milked his dick with her hand with the head in her mouth. He came copiously and she swallowed the lot. Fucking brilliant.
Of course, no money was discussed. He put a million in her bag.
The Accountant also had a great experience. His chick was inexperienced and submissive. Just how he likes them. Her body was exactly to his taste. He had restrained himself in the bar, consuming mostly unfortified colas, in order to conserve his energy to fuck her senseless. And that is what he did. A perfect ending to the week.
Star turns green when the member is on line
[QUOTE=MasterDiverII;1709963]
Just noticed some kind of star rating next to the poster's name. When did that start?
MD II.[/QUOTE]Ok, so I'm a nerd and I had to investigate! I don't know when this star was applied, but it turns green when the member is on line / logged into ISG. You can look at your old reports without logging into ISG and the star is "off" log on and, voila, it's green.
Probably only you and I give a rat's ass about it! TTG.
