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  1. Sex Worker's Name: Christine McQueen
  2. Session Month: April
  3. Session Year: 2013
  4. Type of Service: Private Escort
  5. Name of Agency or Parlour (if any): CMQ
  6. Establishment Address (Only for brothels): Sydney
  7. Service Provider's Email (if any): [email protected]
  8. Link to Website or Online Ad (if any): http://www.christinemcqueen.com/
  9. Photos Authenticity: 100% Real
  10. Advertised Hourly Rate (Pick closest): $800
  11. Location where session took place: A.C.T.
  12. Incall or Outcall (Leave blank in Victoria): Incall to Escort's place
  13. Session Day: Weekday
  14. Session Time: Daytime
  15. Estimated Age: 31 - 35
  16. Estimated Ethnic Group: Caucasian / European Origin
  17. Knowledge of English: Very Good
  18. Hair Colour: Brown
  19. Hair Length: Long
  20. Eyes Colour: Blue
  21. Skin Colour: Tanned
  22. Height: Tall - Above 170 cm / 5'7"
  23. Body Shape: Athletic
  24. Estimated Body Size: 8 to 10
  25. Estimated Breast Size: DD and above (Extra Large)
  26. Enhanced breasts?: Yes, enhanced
  27. Pubic Hair: Landing Strip
  28. Full Sex Available: Yes, intercourse
  29. Kind of Experience: GFE/PSE Combined
  30. Kissing Available: Yes, DFK (Deep French Kissing)
  31. Blowjob: Yes, BBBJ and CIM (Cum In Mouth)
  32. DATY / Oral On Her: Yes, without a dam
  33. Handjob Available: Yes, handjob
  34. Extras Charged: No, all included
  35. B&D (Leave blank if not): Dominant and/or Submissive
  36. Overall Looks: An absolute goddess!
  37. Overall Personality: Lovely
  38. Overall Performance: Out of this world!

Private Escort - April 2013 - Christine McQueen


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I first noticed Christine McQueen several years ago, and have no idea why I waited so long.

Logistics were simple. I emailed Heidi a few days before with some specifics. A solid point needs to be made here. If you provide clarity about your desires, Heidi is wonderful. Every step of the way, she is polite and understanding. She knows you’re excited about the prospect of spending time with Christine, and is playful and encouraging, while remaining professional.

Additionally, for those who are pernickity about privacy, very well handled. Make life easy on yourself, send a mobile number in the first instance.

I requested Christine be draped – well, that doesn’t suit. I am consciously aware that many adjectives are useless at times, as they don’t give any kudos to the reality. Red latex. I also requested strap-on. Literally, made it clear I wanted to be her bitch. Booked for an hour.

After receiving hotel instructions in the morning via text, I knocked on the door, and waited. I could hear her making final preparations. The delay meant nothing - these preparations were for me, after all.

When the door opened, my years of rampant fascination were finally realised. While her pictures show all the sultry, sexy and mischievous faces of this Goddess, they do not convey the warmth and comfort I felt from the first smile as she welcomed me in, and kissed me lightly on the lips, with the slightest linger. Delicious.

I felt immediately at ease. After texting to confirm all was in order, Christine disappeared to the bathroom, and offered me the bed to make myself comfortable. I took off my shoes and socks, and we exchanged some small talk while she donned her last latex glove.

The energy was wonderful as she entered the bedroom. As she presented her hand for me to take and rise to embrace her, I was embraced in return. GFE is no simple thing to engage, but I felt it in a very raw way. The DFK was divine, and our hands wandered lightly around. This was the first time I had ever felt a woman in latex. I have had several opportunities, but long ago decided I was going to experience this first with Christine. She smiled when I told her, and almost blushed at my single-minded dedication to a woman I had never met before. Almost blushed. Note that. If I ever make this woman blush, I will probably be very confused as to how I managed it.

She looked me in the eye, with a very lovely tease, and asked me if she had done a good enough job with the oil on latex, and pointed out the ass was sometimes difficult. This, tongue in cheek, was totally for my benefit, and it worked, as the tease had an immediate effect on my cock. At that point, she had only touched me through my jeans once, briefly, and I appreciated the timing.

Christine turned around at this point, and pushed her ass out for me to push myself up against. Then leaned down, and quite catlike, swept the oil glide bottle up in one hand, then my hand, and poured oil into it for me. Then the other hand. There was no need for guidance at all. This Goddess could probably conduct an orchestra with a club if she chose to. As my hands explored her body through the latex, she purred. Not like a cat, more like a Ferrari waiting to be gunned.

After liberally caressing her breasts, I noticed with one finger, the awesome tension between her breasts. As my hands oiled up her ass, and slid between her legs, she started with the dirty talk. In the most natural way. There was no simpering, and I honestly believe this is exactly how she enjoys herself. Guiding you with the occasional comments throughout our time, in a primeval way that made complete sense.

After a few minutes, Christine turned around and started unbuttoning my shirt. Despite the latex gloves, and the admission she might need help, it was not necessary in the slightest. Off with my belt, and then my buttons. “These have to come off”, for the jeans, “and these” for the knickers. Reaching behind her, she grabbed the oil glide again. And started working my cock. After 30 seconds of this latex-gloved handling, I was totally hard, and declared that I was almost nervous about coming in no time. Christine took her hand away, and asked me if I wanted her to stop. I reluctantly smiled, and almost begged her to continue. At which point she stepped back, and pointed.

“Turn around and put your hands on either side of the mirror.” Christine then sidled behind me, and began pumping my cock in earnest. The sight of her red gloves, covered in oil, pumping along my shaft, and her other hand caressing my ass, was more than I could take. As she whispered something encouraging and sexy in my ear, I started cumming. And she pumped with perfection. “Mmm, look at your jis all over my gloves, yum.” Kept pumping and driving my orgasm on with her mouth in my ear. Turned me around, got on her knees, and spent 30 seconds cleaning my cock with her mouth. Christine’s lips, are, again, not worth attempting adjectives.

As she disappeared into the bathroom to wash her still gloved hands, she offered me the bed “lie down and collapse”. Sure. Easy. Thanks.

Upon return, as I lay there in bliss, I looked up and she turned that deliciously provocative smile, and only just, but noticeably, licked her bottom lip, as she said “So, you are my bitch today”. I was hers already. There is a small element of professionalism here. She was simply confirming what I had asked for. “Yes please.” Christine smiled – “turn around on all fours, legs apart, ass in the air.”

I did not expect what came next. She is totally considerate. For any of you who have never had your ass played with, some warm-up is necessary. And I got warmed up in spades. She started by caressing my ass all over with the latex gloves, and slowly worked her way in. Lots of lube – “I tend to be excessive with lub, is that all right.” I couldn’t help myself, as I signalled my approval by making some guttural noise.

For the record, I used Microlax that morning, 90 minutes beforehand. Works a treat, yet, you still feel self-conscious about being messy. I also wondered, if this was all business, or does she actually enjoy playing with a man’s ass. No longer – “Oh, look how lovely your hole is.” And then, my first rimjob. Her tongue, accompanied by some lovely squelchy noises – it’s very hard to describe. Followed by some gentle fingerwork - “Mmm, my latex thumb is getting really warm in there while your muscles acclimatise to me. In no time, it will all relax and just admit to itself, this is going to happen.”

I was totally at ease now. The dirty talk was brought up a notch, ensuring I knew she was enjoying herself. And slowly, teasing, working her way in with one finger at a time. Then she ripped off a glove, draped it across my back, and swapped from latex to skin, and swapped again. More tongue. Then, fingers in my ass, and she started to work my cock and balls with her mouth. I was delirious, and hard again in no time. Looking backwards through my legs, the view of her hands playing with my cock, while her tongue plunged into my ass, and her cleavage all the time beckoning from the background, was awesome.

After working me into an almost frenzy, she stopped, glided to her feet and walked around beside me. Literally, presented herself for worship, without a word. I immediately unbuttoned the top of the latex, and started on her breasts. For only about 5 seconds. The latex, finally, had to come off. Now, as I peeled it off, my hands became covered in her sweat. And the smell of her skin, glowing through the sheen, was maddening. While I felt I was fumbling my way through removing latex for the first time – sliding the zip from the front all the way around, and feeling her wet cunt with my finger for the first time was a fantastic sensory experience – she declared “You’re doing really well.” The Goddess, again, just making me feel good. Thanks Christine.

She lay down beside me, nipples hard, and started more DFK. As wonderful as she is at kissing, I couldn’t wait long. Caressing her breasts is an experience all by itself, but I could see this little triangle of hair, and the most audacious visually stunning cunt lips I have ever seen. Worked on, who cares? I went to work. All the time, hardly any advice, and constant occasional compliments. She is very flexible, and moves like you hope she will. Fingers inside her dream cunt, then her ass, then both, more compliments. Little whispers about cumming all over my knuckles. It’s not like she needed to. She tastes like sorbet made in heaven, and I could be there for hours. After being encouraged to fuck her ass faster and harder with 2 figures, she eventually said one of my favourite memories – “In my pussy, please”. It’s not easy to give a command at the same time as a request, but Christine manages it with aplomb. As I feverishly worked away, sucking and licking and driving my fingers, her energy shifted, then her thighs locked in, and she almost thrashed on the bed, pinned by my left arm on her waist, cumming in my mouth. Just like you want her to. Like you hope you can.

More DFK, a cuddle, and I asked her “Any tips”. “Not yet.” Was she being courteous, professional, honest. Didn’t matter. At all.

She swirled around on the bed, and started sucking my cock again. As soon as I was hard, gave me some suction, then sat up, stood up, looked at me – “Time for me to belt up for you.” I swooned.

I was so excited watching her put the harness on. And smile at me, affectionately talking about why this was her favourite strap-on. In a casual way, that made me feel she was going to enjoy this. “I’m a pleaser, not a violator.” Thank god! Well, thank you Goddess.

“Turn around, so I can reach you.” Standing at the foot of the bed, slowly, gently, worked me up with fingers, then started in. Waited for me to relax, then a bit further. Then as I let my shoulders fall, and raised my ass higher – “Good boy” - kneeled behind me and took it in further. Took it up a notch, a little faster.

Christine fucked me for about 10 minutes, maybe a bit longer, maybe less. I can’t recall, doesn’t matter, I was not at all concerned with the time. She knew that I hadn’t had more than 2 minutes of this before, and was very careful. Every time she went in deeper, she was gentle, letting my body adjust. Then, once satisfied, more speed up til that point. My shoulders were totally slumped by the end. I was her bitch, and I was fucking blissed out. Just before she stopped – “I’m going to have to take another load out of you before you go”. Goddess. I was a little concerned, that perhaps I wasn’t going to be able to cum again. The tone that she used, took away all my fears of that. Simply, my Goddess had decided, and it was going to happen.

After carefully extricating herself, she rolled me over, then pulled out the prostate toy. Slipped a condom on it while smiling and telling me how much of a naughty boy I was, then slipped it in. I barely noticed any tension. Christine is a skilled master of toys.

As the toy pressed up against my prostate, Christine leant over and took me in her mouth. And devoured me. This time, accompanied by continuous noises and the general feeling that no matter what happened, she was going to make me cum in her mouth and swallow. So glad I bought the pineapple juice!

I was giggling by the time she stopped. As she licked her lips, she laughed at me giggling, in just the way you would hope. After some small talk, she removed the toy, and sent me to the shower, with a momentary DFK on the way.

I have this to finish with. Christine is a Goddess, in every way I could possibly imagine, and I did have several years to let my imagination go riot. She’s also really bright, and has a command of language and conversation that is naturally arousing and stimulating, if you appreciate the intellectual.

I’m ecstatic I chose to turn up and let her have her way with me. Often, you would be wary of volunteering to be someone’s bitch, there are risks. None eventuated. She was very respectful of my intentions, and an incredibly talented and giving lover. Determined to please, and individual. Personally, totally satisfied.

I offered her this thought, on parting. “I’m surprised, as I can’t be the only man you have fucked like your bitch, that not one single review that I have read, discusses it. Perhaps they are all too conscious of people knowing they enjoy anal.”

To which, the Goddess replied, in a way that complimented my morning, and demonstrated her experience and comfort zone in all things sexual:

“Hm, weird. Anal is the new vagina.”

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Reads like the first chapter of the upcoming steamy potboiler "50 shades of CMQ". I bet you had fun re-living all that as you wrote it, sharingalike. Some of the less standard sexual practices in there, but sounds like you both had a blast. That's what its all about, right ? There is something unbelievably hot about submitting totally to a beautiful woman, and becoming her 'bitch'...especially when it is a mutual desire. Great review.

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Well congratulations mate and nice to see a new Canberra punter, talk about jumping in the deep end :)

 

Scott

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Nice review sharing alike. Had trouble trying to keep my hands on the keyboard scrolling down.

She is certainly the best, and glad you had a great time.

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Great review of the queen & yourself as her bitch lol . In some ways I think I've been her Bitch too , your right it is most enjoyable . Well done to you & CMQ.

Mav

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Phew! Took 4 goes to read through that. Kept losing focus. Kept thinking of Christine. She's the best, isn't she?

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Glad you had an unforgettable time with the lovely Christine.

 

Thanks for sharing with us Sharing alike. :)

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I read the start of your review and was just thinking to myself how alike that sounds (except for the bitch part). I still recall the long build up to deciding to book Christine, and then the beat when first arrivied and opened the door.

 

And, ouch.

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You dont read reviews like this enough, i dont think people like to share their experiences that are out of the ordinary, Thanks for the review

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