Sebelle of Exquisite
After last night’s Mirage limo ride home from the party, and watching Jemma and Dawn making-out beside me, and giving the beautiful and confident Amanda a back massage, and helping Vicky and Julia adjust and readjust their name tags (on their breasts of course), and watching Jemma do a sexy dance to music on the bus, and verbally jousting with the exquisite Alize . . . I sat in front of my computer in the morning with a conundrum.
After all that, who the fuck was I going to see? (. . . or is it who the see was I going to fuck?) I mean, I was like a kid in a candy store and now I couldn’t choose. It was impossible. The cannon peeked his head above the table top, saying “Ohh ya. That one. No, wait. That one!! Or how about . . . ” So I did what had to be done. I ventured from my favourite watering hole and followed the advice of a buddy. I called Vanessa at Exquisite and booked Sebelle.
I had never booked with Exquisite before and I have to say, Vanessa was a pleasure to deal with. She was courteous, polite, and efficient. Booking was a breeze, and I really appreciated her foresight in giving me directions to the location and the route to take from the elevator. Thanks Vanessa.
I love that I still get butterflies as I approach the door. I stood in front of the door for no more than a moment and it opened in front of me (what service!). What greeted me behind the door was beyond my hopes. Sebelle is a beautiful French Canadian young woman, with sharp entrancing eyes, a beautiful face, full lips, and a wonderful smile. She has a slim, athletic, toned body and fantastic breasts. She was wearing a very seasonal Santa hat, with candy-cane leggings and bra . . . very sexy. The cannon chimed-up in perfect Scottish, “Ho, ho, ho, I’ll be yer Santa Clause, little helper.” Dismissing him, I was immediately struck by how friendly and well-spoken she was.
FunnyFace, you were right. She is SMOKIN’!!
Sebelle greeted me with an incredible series of kisses and hugs, hung-up my jacket, and led me through a clean condo into a beautifully decorated bedroom that had music playing in the background and candles lit around the room. Impeccably clean, tasteful and classy I have to say. Actually, the setting was the best, sexiest, and most professional I have ever encountered.
After a good shower, I returned to the bedroom to see this exquisitely beautiful woman on the bed in her outfit. I gently kissed her back, and moved to her shoulders and face. She turned her head to meet mine, and we enjoyed some of the best DFK I have encountered. She directed me to the top of the bed and after slipping off her belted stockings (and the rest of her clothes) mounted me. Our bodies were entwined, our legs locked together, as we kissed over and over.
She worked her way down my body to my chest and stomach, then back up to my face for more kissing. She returned to my lower body paying special attention to my thighs and “the boys,” before returning for more kissing.
“Oh, we like this girl, Tank” said my balls with a smile.
“The Cannon, however, was like ‘Honey, I am over here! Don’t worry about those guys!” Even in Scottish, he was a bit jealous.
Then she started with the most incredible BBBJ. With flawless softness, with perfect rhythm, she worked the Cannon into a frenzy, first slowly then with more vigour, and then slowly again. I was in awe as the Cannon vanished into her mouth . . . I mean the whole thing was gone! Her technique and increasing/decreasing speed worked me up like never before.
I loved her eye contact too. Her beautiful eyes mischievously met mine and then returned to the Cannon. It was sooo sexy. She was in total control. I . . . thetank . . . was puddy in her hands.
With a devilish smile, she stopped and said “We’ll get back to this later” and on went a raincoat (put on with her glorious mouth). This girl rode me in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl like I have never experienced. There was such perfect control of speed and tightness that again I would have done anything. I have never felt a woman to have such mastery of me. I full length mirror in the corner of the room allowed me to watch her beautiful face and breasts as she rode me in reverse cowgirl. For the first time, the Cannon and my balls were speechless.
After some reverse missionary, missionary and a lot more DFK, she slid the raincoat off and went back to incredible BBBJ. She just continued to build my orgasm, but my balls started worrying a bit (not that they were complaining though). “Tank, were getting some critical pressures down here. Something’s going to blow!”
My dick smiled and looked at them, and said “You . . . think??” each word sneaking out only as Sebelle reached the head with her tongue. Pausing for a moment, she reached to the top of the bed and took a quick drink. “Ever nice, my balls said. She’s working so hard she is thirsty.” What happened next? The beautiful Sebelle went back to BBBJ with a mouth full of ice water. OMFG.
For moment, my balls reacted instinctively, “Honey, we have a no cold policy I am afraid.” But within a moment, the Cannon chimed up in perfect Scottish, “Don’t worry about the wee lads. That policy has been amended.”
She continued working my Cannon to a frenzy slowly increasing and then decreasing speed, and added her gorgeous breasts into the mix, covering them with a delicious cherry lubricant.
Mounting me with another raincoat, she rode me in cowgirl bringing herself to delicious orgasm. As her pussy tightened and quivered on me, even the Cannon was in awe.
She quickly returned to a combination breast-job, handjob, BBBJ increasing the speed and rhythm of her work. “Tank, we can’t take this. Were beyond redline.” The Cannon just moaned, “I’m holding on for dear life, Tank. We are in the presence of greatness.”
The beautiful vixen smiled at me, as her hand worked The Cannon into her breast, and said, you tell me before you cumm. I promised I would tell. I am ashamed to say, I would have told her anything at that point, even the secret identity of Superman and where the rebels were hiding.
The moment happened and it was like going up then over the top of the Behemoth at Wonderland (except naked bodies were involved). “Ohh my god! I yelled out!” My apologies to whomever was in the next room.
As I came, my ball sack exploded, sending one of my testicles into the corner of the room (yelling “Weeeee!” as it flew with a giant smile on its face). The Cannon held on for dear life, but the whole to top of my dick blew-off with the explosion. As the juice left the tip of my dick, Sebelle plunged her mouth toward it and . . . I shit you not . . . she caught the cumm in mid air and followed it back onto my exploding cock, taking my Cannon in her mouth. This just increased the intensity of my orgasm which was the longest I have ever experienced. As I moaned loudly (again, my apologies to whomever was in the next room) my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body convulsed. I think my heart stopped and part of my frontal lobe melted . . . . but I was OK with that.
She took every drop and after my seizure abated, hopped off of me and made her way to the bathroom. The Cannon, completely ripped from my body, crawled toward me on the bed using his one testicle for traction. In a weak delirious voice, he said “Tank, that girl is a Jedi Master.”
It dawned on me, “Yes! She is fuckin’ Yoda !! . . . but she is female, super hot, and not green.” No wonder I was puddy in her hand (and mouth and pussy and . . . ) She used her Jedi mind-power on me. I was weak-willed.
After my stray testicle made it back onto the bed, I tried to reattach the equipment, but The Cannon and balls stammered-out, “We’re stayin’ with the wee lassie.” Can you believe that??!! After all this hobbying, they were willing to desert thetank!
To make a long story short, a took a quick shower and RAN out of there (after leaving a great tip) for two reasons. Sebelle had already brought me WAY over our time and I hate jamming-up the girls’ schedules, but also because I new The Cannon and balls were looking for a way to stay with her.
For the rest of the day, I was in a daze. I walked the streets of downtown Toronto with a huge smile on my face.
This experience was a new ALL TIME BEST.
Body: 9 (Beautiful woman with an absolutely gorgeous face, c-cup breasts (implants but I couldn't tell) with small responsive nipples and a fantastic ass. She is athletic and toned. Super hot!)
Face: 9 (She has the “wow” factor)
Service: 175 (OMFG: Without exaggeration, this was the most incredible sexual experience of my life.)
Attitude: 10 (Sexy, smart, fun, and bubbly, this is an enthusiastic girl who is “no attitude.” She had the skill, enthusiasm, and endurance to run this session. OMFG)
Repeat: YES (She is now one of my “Can’t go wrong Girls.”)
After last night’s Mirage limo ride home from the party, and watching Jemma and Dawn making-out beside me, and giving the beautiful and confident Amanda a back massage, and helping Vicky and Julia adjust and readjust their name tags (on their breasts of course), and watching Jemma do a sexy dance to music on the bus, and verbally jousting with the exquisite Alize . . . I sat in front of my computer in the morning with a conundrum.
After all that, who the fuck was I going to see? (. . . or is it who the see was I going to fuck?) I mean, I was like a kid in a candy store and now I couldn’t choose. It was impossible. The cannon peeked his head above the table top, saying “Ohh ya. That one. No, wait. That one!! Or how about . . . ” So I did what had to be done. I ventured from my favourite watering hole and followed the advice of a buddy. I called Vanessa at Exquisite and booked Sebelle.
I had never booked with Exquisite before and I have to say, Vanessa was a pleasure to deal with. She was courteous, polite, and efficient. Booking was a breeze, and I really appreciated her foresight in giving me directions to the location and the route to take from the elevator. Thanks Vanessa.
I love that I still get butterflies as I approach the door. I stood in front of the door for no more than a moment and it opened in front of me (what service!). What greeted me behind the door was beyond my hopes. Sebelle is a beautiful French Canadian young woman, with sharp entrancing eyes, a beautiful face, full lips, and a wonderful smile. She has a slim, athletic, toned body and fantastic breasts. She was wearing a very seasonal Santa hat, with candy-cane leggings and bra . . . very sexy. The cannon chimed-up in perfect Scottish, “Ho, ho, ho, I’ll be yer Santa Clause, little helper.” Dismissing him, I was immediately struck by how friendly and well-spoken she was.
FunnyFace, you were right. She is SMOKIN’!!
Sebelle greeted me with an incredible series of kisses and hugs, hung-up my jacket, and led me through a clean condo into a beautifully decorated bedroom that had music playing in the background and candles lit around the room. Impeccably clean, tasteful and classy I have to say. Actually, the setting was the best, sexiest, and most professional I have ever encountered.
After a good shower, I returned to the bedroom to see this exquisitely beautiful woman on the bed in her outfit. I gently kissed her back, and moved to her shoulders and face. She turned her head to meet mine, and we enjoyed some of the best DFK I have encountered. She directed me to the top of the bed and after slipping off her belted stockings (and the rest of her clothes) mounted me. Our bodies were entwined, our legs locked together, as we kissed over and over.
She worked her way down my body to my chest and stomach, then back up to my face for more kissing. She returned to my lower body paying special attention to my thighs and “the boys,” before returning for more kissing.
“Oh, we like this girl, Tank” said my balls with a smile.
“The Cannon, however, was like ‘Honey, I am over here! Don’t worry about those guys!” Even in Scottish, he was a bit jealous.
Then she started with the most incredible BBBJ. With flawless softness, with perfect rhythm, she worked the Cannon into a frenzy, first slowly then with more vigour, and then slowly again. I was in awe as the Cannon vanished into her mouth . . . I mean the whole thing was gone! Her technique and increasing/decreasing speed worked me up like never before.
I loved her eye contact too. Her beautiful eyes mischievously met mine and then returned to the Cannon. It was sooo sexy. She was in total control. I . . . thetank . . . was puddy in her hands.
With a devilish smile, she stopped and said “We’ll get back to this later” and on went a raincoat (put on with her glorious mouth). This girl rode me in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl like I have never experienced. There was such perfect control of speed and tightness that again I would have done anything. I have never felt a woman to have such mastery of me. I full length mirror in the corner of the room allowed me to watch her beautiful face and breasts as she rode me in reverse cowgirl. For the first time, the Cannon and my balls were speechless.
After some reverse missionary, missionary and a lot more DFK, she slid the raincoat off and went back to incredible BBBJ. She just continued to build my orgasm, but my balls started worrying a bit (not that they were complaining though). “Tank, were getting some critical pressures down here. Something’s going to blow!”
My dick smiled and looked at them, and said “You . . . think??” each word sneaking out only as Sebelle reached the head with her tongue. Pausing for a moment, she reached to the top of the bed and took a quick drink. “Ever nice, my balls said. She’s working so hard she is thirsty.” What happened next? The beautiful Sebelle went back to BBBJ with a mouth full of ice water. OMFG.
For moment, my balls reacted instinctively, “Honey, we have a no cold policy I am afraid.” But within a moment, the Cannon chimed up in perfect Scottish, “Don’t worry about the wee lads. That policy has been amended.”
She continued working my Cannon to a frenzy slowly increasing and then decreasing speed, and added her gorgeous breasts into the mix, covering them with a delicious cherry lubricant.
Mounting me with another raincoat, she rode me in cowgirl bringing herself to delicious orgasm. As her pussy tightened and quivered on me, even the Cannon was in awe.
She quickly returned to a combination breast-job, handjob, BBBJ increasing the speed and rhythm of her work. “Tank, we can’t take this. Were beyond redline.” The Cannon just moaned, “I’m holding on for dear life, Tank. We are in the presence of greatness.”
The beautiful vixen smiled at me, as her hand worked The Cannon into her breast, and said, you tell me before you cumm. I promised I would tell. I am ashamed to say, I would have told her anything at that point, even the secret identity of Superman and where the rebels were hiding.
The moment happened and it was like going up then over the top of the Behemoth at Wonderland (except naked bodies were involved). “Ohh my god! I yelled out!” My apologies to whomever was in the next room.
As I came, my ball sack exploded, sending one of my testicles into the corner of the room (yelling “Weeeee!” as it flew with a giant smile on its face). The Cannon held on for dear life, but the whole to top of my dick blew-off with the explosion. As the juice left the tip of my dick, Sebelle plunged her mouth toward it and . . . I shit you not . . . she caught the cumm in mid air and followed it back onto my exploding cock, taking my Cannon in her mouth. This just increased the intensity of my orgasm which was the longest I have ever experienced. As I moaned loudly (again, my apologies to whomever was in the next room) my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my body convulsed. I think my heart stopped and part of my frontal lobe melted . . . . but I was OK with that.
She took every drop and after my seizure abated, hopped off of me and made her way to the bathroom. The Cannon, completely ripped from my body, crawled toward me on the bed using his one testicle for traction. In a weak delirious voice, he said “Tank, that girl is a Jedi Master.”
It dawned on me, “Yes! She is fuckin’ Yoda !! . . . but she is female, super hot, and not green.” No wonder I was puddy in her hand (and mouth and pussy and . . . ) She used her Jedi mind-power on me. I was weak-willed.
After my stray testicle made it back onto the bed, I tried to reattach the equipment, but The Cannon and balls stammered-out, “We’re stayin’ with the wee lassie.” Can you believe that??!! After all this hobbying, they were willing to desert thetank!
To make a long story short, a took a quick shower and RAN out of there (after leaving a great tip) for two reasons. Sebelle had already brought me WAY over our time and I hate jamming-up the girls’ schedules, but also because I new The Cannon and balls were looking for a way to stay with her.
For the rest of the day, I was in a daze. I walked the streets of downtown Toronto with a huge smile on my face.
This experience was a new ALL TIME BEST.
Body: 9 (Beautiful woman with an absolutely gorgeous face, c-cup breasts (implants but I couldn't tell) with small responsive nipples and a fantastic ass. She is athletic and toned. Super hot!)
Face: 9 (She has the “wow” factor)
Service: 175 (OMFG: Without exaggeration, this was the most incredible sexual experience of my life.)
Attitude: 10 (Sexy, smart, fun, and bubbly, this is an enthusiastic girl who is “no attitude.” She had the skill, enthusiasm, and endurance to run this session. OMFG)
Repeat: YES (She is now one of my “Can’t go wrong Girls.”)
. One of the best SP in the business
