After a long a laborious trawl through the ESA, GG and ST menu offerings, and the specials reported upon by fellow indulgers over the last week, yesterday afternoon I decided upon a nice mid week snack. What … with the weather being so fowl and my cock feeling left out and all, it was only natural to follow my male instincts and go hunting.

I decided to broaden my taste buds for something more exotic this time around, after months of foraging on local varieties of staple nourishment. Scrolling through GG twice, my eyes fell upon a rather delectable looking dish named Angelika. She’s described on GG as a sexy blonde Russian bombshell. (0746668244)

I decided to give her a tinkle and make an order, only to hear ‘The person you have dialled is not available at present, please try again later’. Araaah man, what a lousy feeling! You all know how it was like when you were a kid and you pointed to a toy you wanted in the shop, and your folks just looked at you with a blank expression and said ‘No!’. Well, that’s just how I felt at that moment.

Without any other choice, I begun sifting through the other menu items, this time without the savage eagerness as before. One by one, profiles flicked by as I scrolled furiously to find a replacement to what I was hoping was going to be a pompadelik, gastronomic and screwmantic afternoon.

Just as I was beginning to loose my appetite my phone began vibrating violently on the table before me. Not looking at the incoming caller ID, I answered. What happened next was like being truck through the head with a lightning bolt. It was Angelika asking me in her sexy Russian accent ‘ Hi there this is Angelica , I was just wondering, did you call me a few minutes ago?”. At that point I could feel the blood draining out of my body once more and my mouth becoming somewhat dry. After a brief pause and a quick lick of the lips, I replied “Yes, this is Ant and I was wondering if you are free … say within the next half hour … and what is your fee?”

It came out she charges slightly more than other girls, fetching R700 an hour, but what the hell? My quick method of justifying her slightly elevated rate was because she’s imported and looks expensive. Silly I know…. and totally against my grain. I then ran down to my car and sped off towards Sea Point. Ten minutes later, I was breathing fresh Antarctic air straight off the Atlantic and found her neat art deco apartment block along the promenade. There was lots of parking in the open and felt very safe.

A quick walk past an empty security counter in the foyer and to the lifts I went. Alighting on her floor, I got rather discombobulated and forgot her apartment number. I’m not going to mention the real numbers here, so I’m going to improvise. There I stood, 8 doors facing me and not the foggiest recollection of the number she told me on the phone earlier. Damn, I should really jot all this down in the future. There you have it, I’m finally admitting I’m getting old.

With 80% certainly, I ended up thinking it was number 404. Damn, I’d left my phone in the car and didn’t feel like going to fetch it to call her again to confirm. I was confident I had the right number. So, I stood in front of 404 and knocked on the door. Ten seconds later the door squeaked open and there before me stood a five foot wrinkled prune with mousy grey hair and warts on her neck. Wooohaaa, I instinctively wanted to jump back. As you know Sea Point is full of senior citizens, and this one epitomised one of them with her hand knitted jersey, skew discoloured teeth and that typical lavender pong emanating from her body, clothes and flat. ‘Yes young man, if you trying to sell me something, or from those witness folk, please go away!” She shrieked, while as if spitting acid at me like a viper.

Not knowing how to respond appropriately, I replied “I’m here to meet a special friend named Angelika, who lives on this floor, but I’m afraid I’ve forgotten her number’. Her frown of angst quickly softened and she broke out in a broad smile. “Well there … my young man, you have the wrong flat. She lives in flat 405 opposite the hallway. She is such a lovely young lady you know, and very popular with the boys if you know what I mean. Personally I think she needs a real man in her life and if you’re keen on her, you need to take her out to places because all the men friends just come over and leave her there. Young men just don’t know how to spoil a lady anymore.”

Hearing all this was so bloody funny, I fought hard to constrain myself and not to burst out laughing at the old hag or situation I was in. “Thanks Mam!” I hastily replied, and quickly proceeded to tip toe to 405 and knocked once again. You know what its like doing rounds in flats. hehehe

All I can say what happened is that the door opened, like the pearly gates of heaven. Old St. Peter had decided this evil bugger was somehow worthy because of something I’ve done (Naaah), or he’d probably made a mistake. There before me in the candle lit room stood an angel dressed in a black silk chemise with piercing blue eyes and the most beautiful natural, straight white-blonde hair. Her face and body just screamed FUCK ME!!!

She took me softly by the hand and proceeded to draw me closer to her and offered one of those famous Russian kisses on both cheeks, and led me to into her cosy, richly decorated boudoir. The smell of her perfume permeated the air and the candle light silhouetted her beautiful body. Immediately, I noticed she had big lungs and begun to wonder how long she could hold her breath. I was in heaven. Coming to think about it, I felt like a VIP in the House of Rasputin.

She then asked me if I’d like a glass of red wine, or if I’d like to take a shower. Her English is great. I chose the latter, being in somewhat of a tight schedule. I’ve learned it’s customary to take up this offer in order to get preferential treatment. I begun stripping in front of her in the lounge area, and it was very obvious she was kinky and enjoyed this display while making small talk with her. Apparently she has been in SA for 8 months and is employed by an estate agent to translate documents for Eastern European and Russian clients. She pointed towards the bathroom and I happily ducked into it for a quick splash, nut and cock rubbing. I must admit her bathroom is one of the best I’ve experienced in Cape Town. In it are soft fresh towels, all neatly packed, a heater keeping the temperature nice and toasty, and an assortment of middle and up end lotions, deodorants and body washes for her clients, depending on their individual tastes. This is service.

No, I’m not going to go into me fondling myself in the shower. I’m not gay okay!!!! LOL

After a nice warm drizzle, I hop out of the bathroom butt-naked and look around and don’t see her anywhere. Immediately, thoughts of the experience reported on AMY scam on the forum flash through my mind. Then I heard a soft voice calling me to the bedroom. Her room can only be compared to a 5 star hotel suite, with a warm inviting colour scheme, classical art pieces adorning the walls, soft instrumental music, and much to my surprise no towel on the bed. Only a rich golden coloured fabric bed spread. Pure luxury and very inviting.

While I’m standing on the side of the bed looking at this masterpiece from Mother Russia right here in our Mother City, she drew closer, pressing her indescribably warm and smooth body against mine. She then whispered “So, you like to be naughty … because I love to be naughty”. “But, of course1” I replied.

She sat me down on the front edge of the bed with her hand firmly placed squarely on my shoulders while gazing deeply into my eyes, feeling like she was staring into my soul, drawing me in, under her spell. I then reached forward and motioned her hips towards me and slowly slipped my fingers under her silky chemise, lifting it slowly to reveal first her silky things and then her gorgeous, hairless pussy. Intuitively she lifted her one leg onto the bed next to me and I leaned forward and begun tickling her inner thighs with my tongue, moving closer and closer to her honey pot. Now, this 26 year old either has this game well under her belt, or she is genuinely responsive. Her moans of pleasure and quivers of delight at my first probing on my tongue between her labia was angelic.

Her pussy was beautifully sweet as what I can only describe as .... watermelonish. After a few seconds she was thrusting my head into her juices, begging for more. I stood up, held her firmly and lay her on the bed. The expression of passion and lust was painted all over her face. I went down on her again, until she came again and again. At this point I couldn’t hold back and lay next to her on the bed side by side. We then began to embrace each other tightly and Frech Kissed like teenagers. Fuck this girl is fucking awesome, My mind kept shouting at me.

I realised she had been brought to a point of no return and she quickly sat up and leaned over and begun licking my cock and balls up and down, soaking them in the process. She then opened a feather light Durex condom and placed it neatly over my cock with her forefinger and thumb, assisted with her hot mouth. In-fucking-credible.

She then positioned her body with her sexy butt and moist, candle glistening snatch facing me, next to me, but not quite in the 69 position. She begun literally swallowing my knob and then proceeded to suck hard up and down the full length of my cock in rapid succession. I got strong as hell, concentrating all my will power on mental and physical holding back techniques I’ve picked up through the years. I almost lost it twice.

I took one finger and glided it in circular movements over her groove and clit, rubbing harder each stroke. Her hard nasal moans of enjoyment filled the room and warmed my cock. I then took two fingers and dipped them into her well lubricated pussy, and she begun rocking forwards and backwards, fucking them hard while proceeding to blow me way.

This girls knows how to read her partner well, and realised it was time for some pure unadulterated, thrusting sex. I got up on my knees behind her, held her hips tight and thrust my rock hard cock into her folds. She was as tight as hell, and the scream of pleasure from her being filled up and stretched echoed through the entire flat. “Oh fuck, that’s good she cried”, and sank her head down to the pillow, positioning her butt high for me to enjoy her.

Her silky blonde hair spread all over the pillow was probably the most erotic thing I’ve seen in years. I fucked her softly as first, then with each motion I begun pushing harder, until I ended up slamming into her, listening to her muffled shouting “Yes, Yes, Yes!” through her pillow.

Just as I felt I was on the final approach for a hard landing, I decided on a go-around, and turned her over, quickly mounting her missionary. She drew me in with her legs wrapped around me, my chest pressed hard against her large firm breasts and my head nestled on her shoulder. “Give your cock to me”, she ordered me. Again I was pounding her pussy hard. I lifted my head and chest, allowing her to grind me away with her hips, almost like she was milking my cock. We engaged in some serious tongue kissing, while I propped myself up with one arm and fondled her hardened breasts at the same time. At that point I felt she was on the brink of a major orgasm. I firmly squeezed her breast and nipple holding the pressure, and gave it may all with long hard, rhythmic strokes, matching the waves of pleasure from her swinging hips. The sound of cock and balls slamming into wet pussy got louder, and we both came simultaneously, red faced, breathing hard and all muscles taunt.

“Oh my God”, I decried loudly. We then slowly tempered our pace to a slowly wind down, breathing heavily not saying a word to each other. It was fucking awesome. It felt like my entire being had been both drained and energised simultaneously. Indescribable!

We lay there for about 5 minutes basking in the afterglow and decided we would both hit for the shower. In the shower we soaped and lathered each other down and simply giggled periodically. After I’d freshened up, I got dressed while she lay on her leather couch naked, smiling, nipples still erect.

At that point I looked at my watch and realised I had overspend my time by 20 minutes and had to leave to catch an appointment. Naughtily, she stood up and walked me to the door and opened it to let me go. Anyone could have walked bye and seen her naked. How exciting I thought. As I said my final greetings and turned my back to go, she grabbed me close to her, pressing her body against mine and gave me a great kiss and said ‘Bye-bye”.

While walking down to my car, I felt lighter than air. There was spring back in my step, air in my lungs. I was alive! Hello Summer!!!

Oh shit, just having read this I’m calling her again now!

fuckit lick... I think you should write my reports. good one mate!

as always... enticing reading material.
Thanks.

Great report Lick. I have had my eye on her for some time now.

shit now i want some action...

Thanks guys. The next reports will be either about Heidi (GG - Parklands) or Morgan (ESA - Tableview).

hey Lick

great review man, tell me is she petite and firm

OUTSTANDING is the understatement of the year to describe this report. Having had to cancell an appointment with this lovely lass at the last minute last week, and after reading this, i'm now seriously left me with blue balls ... lol.

Must admit i've always been a fan of PST's Gonzo Reports but he'll have to up his game to outdo this Licko Reporter.

LEX

PS - PunterS it's also good to have you back on board.

Double Post. Sorry :(

samurai47, she isn't skinny and not overweight either. She is definitely firm. A true buxom babe. Immediately, Allison Angel, a well know porn starlet came to mind when I saw her naked. This is more or less what she looks like.

http://www.allpornmodels.com/mygalleries/alisonangel-foot-fetish-130209/008-alison-angel-feet-fetish.jpg

http://www.wenchdump.com/gals/alison-angel-cherry/alison-angel-01.jpg

http://www.wenchdump.com/gals/alison-angel-cherry/alison-angel-03.jpg