Compared to the rest of you here, I’m a rank amateur, so much so in fact that this was my first time with a WL. Scanning the internet for information regarding Australia in general and Sydney in particular in preparation for a business trip, I stumbled across Miss Melanie’s website. I was possessed! Reluctantly I contacted her via email. I was fearful of saying or doing the “wrong” thing. I was not even really planning on meeting with her. But there was something “naughty” about corresponding with this unknown person clear on the other side of the world. Her way with words intrigued me. In some ways she seemed older than years…in others she was a child with simplistically clear thoughts and emotions—a bundle of contradictions and alluring banter in a gorgeous wrapping. How could one resist?

Soon I was IM’ing her. Being that we were on opposite sides of the world our schedules were very different. Often it was hard to get her as she was just going to bed as I was rising in the early morning…but we would briefly chat as she would tell me a little more about herself and allude to what we could and would do if I were to contact her when I arrived in Sydney. She also directed me to this very website and forum, where I read of the incredible delights that awaited me.

I agreed to meet her a couple of nights after I arrived in Sydney. The two days leading up to our first interlude were filled with naughty banter as we IM’d back and forth--she from her home and me in meetings surrounded by stuffy business types. If the people around had any idea what we were discussing they would have fainted dead away! But that raised the expectation level even higher.

Finally the magic evening arrived. Rushing back to the hotel from work, I stopped to pick up a bottle of her favorite champagne and strawberries. I was running a little late, but wanted to be sure I got time to shave again before she arrived. No sense giving the lady a rash on the insides of her thighs. I set out the champagne and strawberries and dashed to the bathroom to shave. Still rinsing shaving cream from my face I froze at the sound of the telephone! Doing my best to sound like an even sexier Barry White, I answered the phone sounding more like an adolescent boy and squeaked out, “Hello.” An almost imperceptible, little-girl-like voice answered back. “Hi. I’m downstairs and I’m on my way up.” “See you soon, babe,” came my pathetic reply.

My heart was racing faster than if I had run up the path to Barrenjoey Lighthouse. I dashed about the room making last minute preparations. This needs to be perfect. Finally came the quiet, almost imperceptible knock at my door. This is it. The moment I’d been waiting and planning for. Will she take a look at me, a middle-aged, graying, overweight “old fart” and decide to turn tail and run? What do I have in common with someone half my age? Am I an idiot for doing this? Perhaps I’ll tell her it’s all just a big mistake and give her enough to make it worth her time. As I scrambled to collect my thoughts I gripped the door handle and, with a deep breath, opened the door.

At six foot, three inches I almost tower over Mel, even with her signature boots on. She looks up at me with those incredible eyes and all doubt instantly fades. She slides past me into the room and as I close the door she kisses me. Oh, how I adore kissing. It’s one of the things which makes life worth living. And she is good at it! “I got the champagne,” I stammer while I lead her into the room. I must have said something else as well…but the brain was on overload taking in the delicacy in front of me.

Mel shooed me off to the shower as she popped the cork on the champagne. I quickly completed my shower and just as I pull the curtain back, Mel pops in the bathroom—fully clothed—to dry me off. We adjourned to the main area to toast our evening with champagne. Me, wearing the same outfit I was born in; Melanie still fully dressed. I noticed the shades had been opened. “You don’t mind showing off do you?” came her seductive question. “Uh, no…not really…sure” I stammered. Melanie lounged seductively on the bed while I leaned against the counter, both of us sipping our drinks. Conversation came easy with Mel, and I enjoyed watching her munch strawberries as she sipped her Cliquot. A girl with an appetite…a very good sign!

Not sure exactly how or when it happened, but the distance between us began to close. She was moving, almost imperceptively to the foot of the bed and I was slowly edging toward her. I turned to place my empty glass on the counter and….oh. Melanie was on me like a woman starving. Her hands, mouth…every body part, was being used. There was change in mood in the room. The undressing of Mel began. First the boots and the oh so cute Santa socks! Then her top revealing a gorgeous red lace bra, then the skirt and I thought my heart would stop.

Stumbling to the bed we devoured each other, literally. Finally that lacy piece of material was gone and I could finally view, kiss and caress those delectable breasts. I could almost have spent the whole evening right there. Her nipples are phenomenal, rising to the occasion like good little soldiers snapping to attention. Ouch, well almost, she’s nibbling on mine and biting down, hard! Oh my, the swelling in my loins increases—if that’s possible. She slides down and there’s the rapturous feeling of being engulfed in the warm wet mouth of an incredible woman. Tongue swirling, hand pumping, eyes staring right into mine. Then suddenly lower. The tip of her tongue separates one ball from the other then laps it gentle before slowly sucking it into her mouth. More swirling and sucking and I can feel ecstasy right into the core of my very being. Her hands are exploring all over, my breath is quick, shallow and ragged. Suddenly she’s on top of me, taking me in to her hot, moist, tight womanhood. She stares me in the eyes and begins to ride me. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly at first. More back and forth than up and down. Teasing, squeezing, as if she were milking my cock. All the while staring at me with those incredible eyes of hers and with the trademark Mel pout on her face. Gradually the pace began to quicken, as did Mel’s breathing (okay, and mine too). Then we were no longer making love, we were f****** and doing it like people possessed. Her juices were flowing freely and began to soak my mid-section. Melanie was no longer just panting, but groaning. She pressed her hands into my chest with enough pressure to leave two bruises, and rode hard. Now it was beyond groaning, we were animals close to reaching nirvana. With a scream she thrashed hard against me then collapsed to the side, twitching slightly. I’d just experienced one of the “blackout” orgasms that Mel is famous for. “How long was I out,” she asked? “Not too long, just long enough for me to ravish you,” I replied. “Do that while I’m awake,” was the retort!

Time for a break. Mel had a cigarette and more champagne, I gulped some water then champagne. We cuddled, chatted, fondled, kissed, caressed and made love with our eyes. Making little lines on her body with my tongue I slowly made my way down between her lovely legs. Teasing and stroking I finally found that special spot as I nibbled and licked like a mad man. Soon my efforts were rewarded by another thrashingly powerful orgasm accompanied by a seemingly endless supply of Mel juice. The smell is womanly, heady and wonderful. The taste? Divine. Now I know why Mel suggests extra towels. Note to future clients: have at least a minimum of 6 large towels handy. Don’t ask why, just trust me.

Being an old fart, I was happy to cuddle and kiss, and we did for a while. But then Mel broke out her “bag of tricks” and helped me experience some new things. Never been probed in the backside before….in fact had considered having a tattoo done on my ass that would say “Exit Only!” However, under her skilful and loving ministrations, she ROCKED me! I arched in an exquisite orgasm unlike anything I’d ever had. As I opened my eyes, there was Mel gazing straight into my face with that crooked little grin. I was in heaven.

Other details of the rest of our time together elude me right now. I remember flashes of things like: the rich moisture from her pussy leaving wet traces on my legs and stomach and chin; I remember her crying out for me to go harder, deeper, faster…and I tried to oblige. I remember thinking I’ll never be the same again.

It would be so easy to break the first rule of “punting” with Mel, you know, don’t fall in love. She is such a special, creative lady. I’m more than twice her age, yet we enjoyed a kinship of spirit. Our likes, dislikes and hobbies were almost identical. I could actually have spent the night talking with her! Our three hour session ended much too soon. I was exhausted on the bed, she was seductively getting dressed—yes even that was sexy. I reluctantly kissed her goodbye and collapsed on the bed. I could have died right then, a fulfilled man. And to think that in two nights, Mel was coming back and bringing Cleo with her!!!! I’ll save that for another time. I pulled the comforter up and—there it was, the unmistakable smell of my lover. I drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

P.S. Yesterday I was getting into the lift at the hotel to leave. I stepped into the empty elevator and, there it was. Mel’s scent, her essence, the same perfume she wears. My head began to spin with the memories and my knees went weak. Oh Mel, I miss you so much already.

The best endorsement for a Working Lady is when a client moves business appointments, cancels other arrangements and tells people that he is unavailable. I did that on the morning of Friday 7 October 2005, once I’d learnt that Melanie of Sydney was coming back to be “Mel of Mel” for a couple of days. After my last experience with this remarkable individual, and unique young Working Lady, the rest of the world could go to heck! My priorities were set.

I was on the phone to Club 556 at 10.00am, to tell Valkyrie to put the kettle on because I’m five minutes away. 

But we don’t open till 10.30! She tells me. She pauses, laughs, Oh come on then.

Well I did compensate; by bringing donuts and pastries from that little shop in Lygon Street Brunswick East, where they are all handmade and taste divine. (It’s opposite Pickwood Lodge for those looking for a landmark).

“open the Parlour back door Val” I say.

(sounds like a famous line from 2001 A Space Odyssey doesn’t it?: “open the Pod Bay doors Hal”)

I think Mel is still in bed, Valkyrie tells me (Mel was staying at the parlour).

Don’t worry about it Valkyrie, I said. Leave her there. It’s where I want her anyway. You and I can have a cuppa and a donut, and then I’ll just go upstairs and hop in with her. The ultimate Girl Friend Experience. In fact, I’ll bring her a cup of tea in bed just to cap it off.

So, over tea and donuts, Val and I had a little chat about this and that. Val tells me about her background as a dominatrix. She can see I’m getting scared; changes the subject; and we discuss the ever growing fan club for the rising star I am just about to spend a blissful hour with.

Then Mel arrives. Looking very corporate. She looks sexy, as always, but……..but…….(I’ll tell you in a minute)

We go upstairs.

Melanie stays in the room whilst I undress.

Don’t mind me, she says. I just want to see what you’re going to do with your underpants.

Cheeky bugger, I tell her. You want to check me? I ask

You just want me to handle your cock whilst I’m dressed in this corporate suit and you’re naked, don’t you?

Uh…no, I just believe in being safe…Oh shit! Actually, Yeah!

She checks me out.

More.

She slaps my arse. Just shower, I’ll be right back.

Melanie Returns to the room about ten minutes later, but now the corporate Melanie is gone and Mel is … A TOTAL FUCKING SLUT!

She remembered! Yay! 

Black see-through top. Disgustingly short skirt. Fag hanging from the side of the mouth, and attitude to boot! So we get into this little game for a while, with all the appropriate dirty talk etc.

Plenty of oral for both of us, whilst she is still half dressed with her garments being torn off and thrown around the room. 

God! she is a bundle of energy this morning. Drags me off the bed. Has me standing next to the mirror. Kisses down each other’s bodies. As I kiss down her body she pushes me down by the shoulders. After a while, grabs me under the arms, pulls me to my feet. Grabs my hair, pashes wildly, and…..(this bit you aren’t going to believe!)….physically picks me up and throws me on the bed! And she is half my size! (I have asked this question before - how much Stamina does a working lady have?)…and she didn’t even have time for a donut.

Utterly ravages me. 

Right now I’m a bit worried about my heart rate. But fuck it! What a way to go.

Heaps more DATY is followed by an orgasm from Melanie Of Sydney, that they must have heard in Sydney. 

She nearly blacked out!

Fark! Mel, are you okay?

She groans, pulls me up next to her. It’s okay, she says. It happens sometimes.

Well…I’m glad it happened today, I tell her. Thanks for the privilege. I really do feel very special right now.

Dear reader. Don’t worry, I’m not boasting. Like Melanie told me last time, she doesn’t do vanilla sex. She doesn’t do pretend sex. It’s real; she gets 100% into it. And after looking after her client, she makes damn sure that Melanie has a good time too.

Now it’s your turn, she tells me. You’re going to feel a lot more special in a minute. On your knees Mr Princely

Yikes!

Don’t worry, no hurties and no watermelons; but how does this feel?

You think I’m going to tell you lot, what she did to me? 

Forget about it!

Lets just say, it was a totally new experience for me.

But I wanted to go there. Hell! You live once. Find out, I said to myself. I trust her, and she is the consummate professional.

Trouble is, after about 40 minutes, the toys and the games all became too much for me. I am half her age remember. And, all though I’m enjoying all of this, I realise my poor little tool has got all confused.

Hey Mel, I’m not going to be able to do the main course with my tool looking like this.

Hmmmm….

She worked me like crazy, but no action.

My fault, I tell her, I’m panicking; we’re running out of time. I’m not going to make it. Oh dear.

It’s okay Princely

Stop everything: even the clock.

Lights out.

She comes back to the bed like a shy lover.

Lay in the semi-darkness together. Just hear the breathing. 

(Thank God for receptionists like Valkyrie who is so switched on, she even read my posts and ensured no crap music was going to ruin anything.)

This is no joke. This moment in time belongs to me; Melanie gave it to me.

And I don’t want some shit-can radio in the room with us.

Her lips next to mine. Her tender hands tracing my skin. So quiet. So peaceful. Must be the contrast. Voices in the street below. People going about their business. They don’t know. A tram rolls past. Light shadows pass on the wall. The curtain moves gently. Her breath. She is talking to me gently. Bugger! I’m going to cry. No I’m not. It’s cool. Drifting. Every touch so sensitive. My skin is alive. Moist tender kisses. 

The tool likes this. He’s working now alright.

Where’s Mel? I say to myself. Oh!…..Oh! she’s down there! So that ‘s what that unbelievable feeling is? I’ve had some head jobs before but this one is out of this world. A technique that you don’t come across every day. 

Yeeeeow!

With a finish that is equally rare.

After the all the anticipation of seeing her again; the excitement; and energy of the session; the anxiety of nearly letting myself down at the critical moment….then this!

Perhaps it was the contrast with the two parts of the session. But it was one of the most memorable orgasms I’ve ever had.

I can’t believe it was mine.

Regrets? Come off it!

Actually, I must admit I feel a little selfish. 

Through chat and PM’s I feel I have grown close to Melanie Of Sydney since her last visit. Yet we didn’t discuss or raise the things we’d been chatting about. I guess that is because when the bedroom door closes Melanie gives 100%. And I just went with it. 

Her reputation as an exciting and unique Working Lady is growing rapidly. When I left Valkyrie was juggling the timetable trying to figure out how to fit the guys in. 

I bet Melanie of Sydney gives 100% to every last one of them!

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Faithful & Loyal to Every Working Lady

After a PM via this site and a few phone calls, Melanie turned up at my hotel room just about on time. When I opened the door I was immediately taken with how tall she was, but a lot of that was huge boots which seemed like they were spring-loaded. She was all in black, right down to the punk-chick mascara, except that her mainly jet-black hair was half-tinted a deep green.

Within seconds she had me pinned up against the wall of the hotel room, slowly peeling off my clothes, and was encouraging me to do the same for her. But she was moving and writhing so sensuously up against me, it was difficult to concentrate on removing anything. She had to help me – and eventually there was nothing covering her beautiful pale skin except a dog-collar. And then I was being licked and sucked and kissed in all the best places. It felt great, and that was before we even made it onto the bed!

I took the initiative and asked if I could go down on her. It took a while, but after some time with my well-practised tongue, I was rewarded by some deep-throated moans and an explosive orgasm. I had seen mention of some of her juicy activities in her thread on the site, so I went searching for the elusive G-spot. So the “second cuming” was a lot quicker, and even more dramatic. Soon my fingers were swimming in a sea of salty girl-cum, and I could see why she had organised for a towel to be on the bed.

I had followed up on her suggestion and asked her to bring her rabbit vibe for some extra fun. It was so big it wouldn’t fit into her small handbag, so it had a plastic case of its own. She asked if I would drive it, which was a bit daunting – it seemed to have more controls and buttons than a PlayStation console……But after some practice it seemed to work OK, and the ‘third cuming’ was so intense she seemed almost to black out – I was a little worried for a few seconds.

And then it was my turn. She asked whether it should be me on top or her on top. I chose for her to be on top just so I could look at her beautiful pale body and sultry eyes. After a slow sensual build up I wished would never end, but wasn’t probably more than a few minutes, it was all over, and we just lay there and relaxed for a while. And I didn’t even get to try the great massage from her that others have described so well.

Afterwards we had a shower together – very close in the tiny shower recess in the hotel room. We talked about our day jobs, and she told me the meanings of her self-designed tattoos and described all the colours that her hair had been over the past few months.

She wanted to smoke, but respected my wishes when I said I didn’t like it – then we set about wondering how we could disable the smoke-detectors in the room. The hour and a half I spent with her had just flashed by.

What a fascinating experience – a lady way outside the square - so different to anyone I’d been with before and such a change from the “usual WL” (if there is such a person).

I can’t wait to see her again.

jayc

I also had the pleasure of spending an hour with the lovely Melanie yesterday, and also had the chance to meet valkyrie on reception for the first time - this is one place that really makes you feel welcome!

After talking to Mel in chat, and visiting her website, there was something about this lady that intrigued me, so when I heard she was visiting Melbourne I just had to make a booking to see her.

She is a wonderfully cuddly lady, just as she describes herself on her site. And she is really into sex, just as princely described, and it's not vanilla, it's a really full on experience. From jumping out of the shower until after the buzzer, we hardly stopped except for a brief but expert massage somewhere in the middle.

We also had a great conversation across many topics (somehow, amongst all the exertion) - she is a very intelligent lady.

A memorable experience, one not to be missed - so I'd recommend all you Melbourne guys to make a booking this arvo!

Triton.

Melanie of Sydney is different from what I expected. Although the appearance is the same as the pictures on her web site.

…. especially when she looks up at you when giving head. (there you are, straight to the dirty bit for those that can’t wait).

She pops up on chat and I love to chat with her. Such a cheeky girl, and very, very funny. And I am an absolute sucker for a funny girl. Funny is sexy.

Last time we chatted she was being her usual outrageous self. I think Badbadgirl – (another girl who turns me on, just because she’s so damn funny) started the conversation (who else?!). Something about the way guys squeal when the lady goes for the arse. Mel is threatening to serve me with a cucumber. I call her bluff and tell her, cucumbers are for wimps, bring on the watermelons. Ah, you know how it goes.

Then there was the 556 thread, announcing that Mel is going to be in Melbourne for two days to issue spankings to any willing recipients.

So why the hell would I call in at a brothel called 556, at 11am in the morning to see a 23 year old rock chick, when young WL’s, spankings and watermelons up my rear, are really not my thing?

Because, personality gets to me. And Mel has heaps of it. 

She has a nicely-brought-up-girl voice. It’s different from her chat voice. There seems to be caution, rather than the brazen girl who dishes it out on chat. And for a moment I am worried. And I remind myself why I don’t choose the youngies. But then I’m her first customer in a parlour she has never worked in before. In a city she has never worked in before.

Then suddenly just as soon as the formalities and showers are finished, she’s there. Just like a glorious experienced Working Lady in her thirties. She’s totally relaxed, comfortable and into it. My fears are allayed.

I’m expecting her to just whip her gear off, but no. The disrobing of Mel is a part of the session. One item at a time, slowly, slowly and all the time she is working me over. Hands running down me, kissing, sucking, licking. I’m trembling by the time the last item is removed from her. And we’re still standing!

The dog collar remains on. Her tattoos are self designed and run down her back. They are very much an extension of herself, rather than something applied to herself