Late Night Adventures Down and Under – [MF][Long]

Long time lurker, first time poster. Actually, this is my first time posting anything on reddit, I created this account just for posting this story.

Australia is known for many things beautiful birds and sights, poisonous snakes and insects and dangerous crocodiles. For a 20 year old Indian guy like me who spent his whole life in Montreal, the Australian atmosphere felt very different, almost alien.

I was going to Australia to visit some relatives in Melbourne and join them on a journey to the outback during winter holidays. That’s two weeks with my distant family. I like to prepare ahead of times and find out what there is to do. I went so far as to buy giant boots to keep out snakes (LOL). But the thing I spent the most time preparing for was in picking out a brothel to visit in Sydney during my few hours there. My flight back home was from Melbourne to Sydney to San Francisco to Toronto to Montreal (it was stupidly long). I had 15 hours at my disposal in Sydney. This meant I can do whatever I wanted like see the Opera House or check out the fish market or bang hookers in a brothel. Ofcourse I chose all three.

Unlike Canada, Australia has regulated prostitution in certain territories. A very progressive and safer approach. Montreal definitely has hookers, but I figured the experience would be a lot better when it is legal at least in terms of services offered and the explicitness of the whole thing.

So after my research I picked a very well-known Asian brothel in Sydney, I’m sure if any of you have visited this place, you would be able to guess the name from my description ( I won’t name it).

Now this costs a lot of money, so I was hesitant. But I wasn’t able to jack off for 2 weeks, since I was always being called for stuff and I had to share a room with my cousin, so I said fuck it and there I was off to fuck…

After touring Sydney I realized it was 10:30 pm and the place closes at 1 am. So I took an uber to some house near the brothel, to make it seem as if I was visiting a friend late night. Once I got off, I used my phone to navigate to where the brothel was. But I could not find any signs of one. I figured it would be easy to find since its legal in the country and that there would be flashing lights or boards pointing to it. But there was no such thing. After a little more half an hour of roaming around Sydney, I gave up and called the brothel. A guy answered and I told him I couldn’t find the spot. He guided me to this back alley and into what looked like a neighborhood. I noticed this path before but it just looked like a row of houses. I walked up to the door and called the brothel again, because the door was locked, he answered, ‘press the red buzzer’. So I followed the instructions and I was promptly let in.

I was greeted by the sight of numerous ‘no videotaping or photography’ posters. Then behind a yellow Porsche I saw the gateway to my paradise. Guarded by a small asian dude talking with a gorgeous Korean brunette in her early twenties. I truly hoped she was my attendant/

I took another look at the surroundings and approached the man. I told him I wished for an hour long session and asked him who was available. To which he said there is but one girl available.

A new Korean girl by the name of Candy (changed from name mentioned on website) would be in for the last session at 12 am as everyone else was completely booked. So I paid my fees for an hour long session with the diamond class girl and went to the waiting room.

As I went in I saw a very happy dude exiting the brothel and thanking the pappa-san on his way out.

I was trembling with anticipation as I went to the waiting room.

The waiting room was a strange place. It was large and spacious but open to all the customers who were all obviously there for one thing. This made it awkward when I saw the elderly gentleman waiting there before me.

The waiting room was a strange place. It was large and spacious but open to all the customers who were all obviously there for one thing. This made it awkward when I saw the elderly gentleman waiting there before me.

Understanding the awkwardness we proceeded to mutually ignore one another until our sessions.

As I waited I heard the moans of pleasure from the adjacent rooms. I chugged water from the nearby dispenser in a futile attempt to calm myself.

The announcer came on and the elderly gentleman was called in. Soon after I heard a new set of moans and groans join the symphony.

Shortly after the announcer came on again , ‘Candy ready in room 1’. My wait was over.

I of course had no idea where that was and asked the papa-san who lazily pointed at the brown door. I walked up and knocked twice before I was interrupted by Candy opening the door.

Clad in white lingerie a Korean lady about 5 ft 1 in and probably 100 lbs with natural B cups in her late twenties greeted me. She tried to hide her tiredness but they were visible in her drooping eyelids.

Thinking back, she wasn’t the hottest girl I have been with but I was incredibly horny, to me it was as if I was staring at Marica Hase.

She pulled me inside and I began to hastily undress. She folded my clothes neatly and left them to the side. I saw the heart shaped bed with a towel in the middle. The pinkish red decor was not calming me down.

She took me into the shower and proceeded to bathe me. To cleanse every bit of me. Her hands explored every bit of me as she pressed her supple breasts onto my back. I was hard, almost at full mast.

I exited shower and used the mouth wash that she had prepared for me. She followed after bathing herself and rinsing with mouthwash. All the clinical shit done, it was time for me to get laid.

I said hi and attempted to make conversation. To my disappointment her English was very poor she could barely communicate. She gave me a confused look before she started sucking my nipples.

What a strange act I wondered. I started giggling, because I was ticklish. She proceeded to move lower.

I said wait, let’s kiss.

And we proceeded to make out we stuck our tongues down each other’s throats and I could faintly taste her smokers breath among the strong residue of mouth wash.

She stopped and went to blow me. I said wait, and asked her to put on a condom. She thought I meant I didn’t want a condom for sex, which she was against (good if she was about to bareback ride me I would have left lol). I wanted one for the blow job. But whatever, she couldn’t understand so I just let her blow me (I got tested later, thank god I didn’t catch anything).

This is the first time I have received an unprotected blow job. It wasn’t all that amazing to be honest, no teeth but I have had better ones. She kept blowing me until I was ready and she said wow. I was fully erect. My veins were popping and cock was ready to do some pounding. I am not a super big guy or anything, somewhere between 6 and 6.5 inch, I never measured the length and maybe 4.5 inch girth (I don’t about girth, I’m guessing).

She put on a cover and got on top. Her pussy was wet, she wanted my cock. She gently lowered herself onto it and I helped her ease it in. She was tight. Fuck, she felt incredible. She gently started to ride. I began to sync to her beat and thrust as she came down. She let out low moans of pleasure. The pace increased but I couldn’t hold on, the 2 weeks of pent up frustration erupted. I pushed in as I came hard. She exclaimed so much! Haha wow. She was awestruck by the amount of cum in the condom that she kept on looking at it, and asked, ‘always’? I am pretty proud of how much I can ejaculate but that night I came more than I usually would since I was so pent up.

She wanted to go again, but my balls were barren of semen. She tried blowing me until she ran out of breath but I just couldn’t live up to her desires. After another attempt at making small talk, I thanked her for her services and left. I returned to my hotel to catch some sleep before I returned home to Montreal.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/90bu9x/late_night_adventures_down_and_under_mflong