Dirty disco's deep dark return
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I have the ability to talk... a lot. After a gruelling tour in the desert me and a few friends decided - that Tuesday night would be known as the night of the "punt" - the second coming of our addiction to that whimsical little palace in Beeston that once - known as Winston - would require a visit...
Like good little soldiers we made our way to Leeds - were based in Catterick but myself, am from Bradford/Leeds so its more a homecoming for myself I suppose. I know what you thinking? What was I wearing - well the lack of clothing at my current location - left me no other choice than opt for my blue and luminous green running trainers and a fine pair of Voi jeans and a Bradford Bulls rugby top...naturally!
Anyway, we had a bit of dinner in town and a few absolutely amazing drinks - a little good music and fine conversation and off to the Churchill's at about 10pm. There were twelve girls working.
I paid the £10 and walked down the heavenly staircase and made my way into the main bit with the ladies. The twelve chicks where all sat there - baying for my blood - I was the big pound sign and they wanted it! I loved that. Every woman in that place was of a high calibre - not one of them wasn't absolutely amazing.
So, as is the norm with this place, you coyly make your way down into what amongst me and my two closest friends has become known as the "Dragon's Den" - being rubbed up the right way by a gorgeous little jet black (my favourite) thing - saying as they do in Churchill's: "Hay baybee". I managed to with hold the urge to drag her into my domain and make her my lady and sat down with my friends, about five girls in tow. Let's forget my friends' venture now - they, alas, did their own thing but its me were interested in right?
I sat and chatted with numerous amazing women that all would have won the award for charm and tact - who could resist: "Wanna massage baybee?" - I know I certainly couldn't... But after biding my time and seeing which one would pop up next, it was of course the one whom greeted me - the slim gorgeous Turkish woman - of which after about fifteen minutes of conversation of which was basically me talking totally ludicrous - i.e. I think you look like Anne Widdicombe - "oh thanks baybee" - ah God bless Churchill's. We partook a game of pool - of which I lost...badly. She had me when she sunk that black ball and so I knew it was time to disco and alas me and my friend went upstairs at the offer of a foursome - rejected as we had this experience before in Churchills and it ended up with my pink boxer shorts sending the ladies into raptures of laughter - and basically we paid £60 each to high five and laugh at each others wadgers...mature.
So the price - £80 for a bed - those massage beds are terrible. Into the room we went with her seeming to be enjoying my company - I'm sure a loud-mouthed chap like myself is a welcome change on a boring Tuesday night? I suppose I have the ability to kind of charm my way through things? She went outside - oh I forgot - She was wearing white hot pants which where, well, out of this world - she was skinny and I really do like that - she was most definitely an 8 - possibly smaller. really gorgeous - her top was basically a white bikini top - did the job of showing her off. Gorgeous tan and the jet black hair with mega dark eyes - a dream girl if I'm honest? Anyway she came back in and de-robed a little to quickly for me - she took her kit off and walked over to me and started to rub up and down against me grabbing my plonker and making me smile. She did well - got me kinda ready to rock but alas not fully. We kinda had banter as is the norm with myself - of which I think possibly gave her a little bit more interest as she pushed me onto the bed for being cheeky - she clambered on and rubbed herself on me. I didn't feel too comfortable "going for it" as normally in Churchill's you get shot down and told "NO KISSING" - but alas, she said: "do what you want" - so I did - I kissed her all over but not on the mouth as she laid on me and wanked me off...all good so far.
On with the condom and on with the blow job - which was - a blow job. Some fake moans which earned another girl with my friend in the other room to start taking the mickey and moaning herself - we like to make sure everyone gets involved you see - me and the guys are good like that... anyway she got me well ready for a session. She climbed aboard like a little trooper and sort of rode me which was OK - but I like to be dominant - she seemed to know this and literally said: "come on then" so after being told to "do what you want" and "come on then" I just went into mode as though I was fucking a normal woman and just did what I would do - which was fine by her. Although some may think it was a lazy remark on her behalf - again I reiterate I prefer to be dominant so enjoyed it.
After a good five minutes we hit doggy and I literally just went for it - fitness is currently at its highest and I pumped like a good trooper, which generally got some moans - fake or not I'm unsure but I could hear the unmistakable sound of wetness coming from the rubber down south - maybe it's just the old macho bravado, but it seemed to do OK? - I came very quickly for me - usually I'm a "come on baybee hurry up" customer, but tonight - no issue.
We sat and talked after that about who she was - etc, the usual banter and stuff then she basically offered me out at pool - I said she was a feeble woman and couldn't beat me - we put a "drink" on it.
Downstairs, pool commenced. I lost. Again. I was really enjoyed my time here - I do champion this place BUT I know it's definitely not for everyone. I think because of who I am and how I come across, I do kind of suit the girls at Churchill's. They seem to enjoy the banter and the jokes I have with them. One girl even got her passport out and tried to prove that she wasn't from London - as I was jesting about her Eastern European accent sounded like she was from Harlow. I of course will be going back, but again I reiterate that this place can be absolute pants but I hit it on a good night I suppose? None of the "services" where hit - but I'm not too interested in that - If I want proper sex I'll go with a real girl. This was a punt - it's why I punt and it's how I punt.
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