Private Escort - February 2011- Christine McQueen

[dojoyoda]

Christine McQueen. The very name sends shudders of awesomeness through my brain.

 

You’ll have to forgive the length of this post – some are longer than others….sorry. Anyway, there are some pivotal moments in life that really need to be chronicled in detail: Julius Caesar on the Ides of March, the life of Christ, the Crusades, Napoleon’s 100 Days, June 6^th 1944, When The Wall Came Down, September 11, and a man’s first encounter with Christine McQueen.

 

Length aside, this is a delayed posting, as my neck of the woods (Far North Queensland) has been punished of late, leaving little time to reminisce my encounter with a woman who can only be described sex incarnate. I had initially tried to catch CMQ the week before Cyclone Yasi came to call, as I passed through Sydney on my way to Radelaide (not a typo), but was thwarted at the last hurdle. As I don't venture south all that often, I considered my chance missed, and was left wondering if CMQ was really as good as advertised.

 

Fast forward past nature providing us an example of why she's still the hardest bitch around, and we come to a post-yasi FNQ. I didn't sleep for 3 days during and immediately after the cyclone, and then continued to work like an automaton for another week after that. By the time things began to slow down, I figured that I was owed some RnR, and so emailed Christine, asking if I could catch her in Brisbane during her tour. Thwarted again, this time by very eager Brisbanites (although I can't blame you). After a little more to and fro, I managed to book a time in Sydney between her tours. To add to the ridiculousness, I had to cancel at the last minute because I got a promotion....and then came hat in hand when it turned out the powers-that-be wanted me to come to Sydney that very day for some meet and greet schmozzle. Christine was very accommodating and honoured our original plan. I sorted out payment with the ubiquitous Heidi (who has a drop-dead sexy voice) who then furnished me with location details. Despite the amount of correspondence, I found the chase to be almost as good as the event....well actually the event was way better but you catch my drift.

 

For those interested, I booked a two hour VIP PSE experience with Christine. From reading veteran punter's reviews, I noted that most services offered seem to come as standard; however, this was my first flight on CMQ airlines so I decided to spend the extra in order to experience some the outer limits of this extraordinary woman's talents. I consider the money well spent.

 

I got into Sydney early in the morning, and went and did some touristy stuff until H-Hour. When it arrived, I calmly walked to the apartment (don't run, don't run, don't run), a little nervous, but with a deep-in-the-gut excitement. I finally got into the building (has anyone else had trouble with that intercom???), got in the elevator, had an amusing moment with a girl who seemed to know EXACTLY where I was going, then strolled out on to her floor. Christine met me at the door wearing a black, full length, body-hugging dress, which showed off her curvaceous figure. She instantly put me at ease with a smile, killed my motor-skills with a kiss (my god her lips are soft, and completely evil), and then escorted me inside.

 

Christine has an infectious attitude. She is someone who seems completely at ease with herself, you, and what she's about to do to you. Her enthusiasm is a distinct plus - something that many other WL's imitate, but never master.

I'll add that she brings honesty to the game, which I consider to be a bonus. While making me a drink from the well-stocked bar, there was a brief hostile flash in her eyes when I told her that I work in News. Completely understandable all things considered, and I appreciated the fact that she has very little time for some people in my field. That she was honest enough to say it, and perhaps gave me the benefit of the doubt (we're not all scum sucking bastards after all), made me feel more comfortable. But I digress.

 

She joined me on the couch, took and my drink away from me, told me that we were going to fuck like crazy, and then kissed me. As mentioned, Christine's lips are incredible: plump and soft, and her tongue is amazing. Her hands had magically undone my shirt and belt, and her dress appeared to come off on its own volition. God damn but she has a great body, and although enhanced, her tits are magnificent. Guys who like boobs will get lost in there. As she removed my pants, Christine asked me whether I felt guilty about the fact that I'd ruin her make-up when I came on her face. Since no one's asked me that in the history of ever, I could only mumble "um.......". She laughed as she moved in for a BBBJ. If it were socially acceptable, I would string a series of expletives together to describe how good Christine is at giving head. She may have a miniature hoover vacuum cleaner installed in her neck. Watching her deep throat, spit on, sensuously lick and vigorously suck my cock was almost enough to make me lose it then and there. It's just....well it's fucking amazing. Whether she’s looking up at you with those naughty, predator-closing-on-her-prey eyes, or when her long hair flows over her face so you can’t quite see what she’s doing down there, Christine gives superb blowjobs.

 

She seemed to sense that I was close and allowed me a respite. Turning the tables, I removed the last almost-bits-of-nothing she was wearing and went downstairs. As an aside, I love licking pussy. There's just something about it – the taste, the wetness, knowing that when you get it right, women go berserk in the sack. And with Christine, I'd be happy to spend all year there - she tastes great, and seems to love it when you go a little harder. After a few minutes of licking her pussy and ass (this was a rimming first for me), she abruptly sat up, grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom, telling me that she wanted me to cum in her mouth. The bedroom was medium-softly lit, and had a full length mirror so we could watch ourselves. She lay sideways on the bed, while I knelt next to her head. She went after my cock with a vengeance, and I started to thrust against her mouth, playing with her pussy as she sucked harder. And harder. And harder. When I came, it felt like my nuts were going to be sucked out. Christine was writhing under my hand as she guzzled every drop. The next part was a bit of a surprise, as she came up for some DFK. Some of my cum was still in her mouth, which she passed over as her tongue slipped between my lips. “You taste good.” She said. I would describe it as a cross between salt water, and warm Guinness, but hey, whatever floats your boat. This session was about trying new things and crossing some boundaries.

 

After the first round, we lay about, exploring each other’s bodies while discussing Tropical Cyclones, the Sydney real estate market, a brief history of Port Douglas circa Christopher Skase era and whether or not it’s now family friendly, the Chinese government buying up mining options, or land and property outright through CHINALCO, and how our government should be taking a long term approach to protecting, and utilising our natural resources to maximise our own benefit. It’s amazing what you can talk about while someone’s idly fondling your balls and hardening you up for another go.

 

Christine, by a silent look of mutual agreement, went down for some more BBBJ. This time she was sensual, keeping eye contact nearly the whole time, slowly taking my whole shaft in, holding it, and then drawing it out again. I was rock hard in less time than it takes Carl Lewis to run the record 100. Christine grabbed a hat, used her mouth to put it on, and then lowered herself onto me for some reverse cowgirl. I had read that CMQ has terrific control with her pussy muscles, and now I believe it. She started the ride slow, almost physically drawing me up inside her, her well-toned ass grinding as she came to the bottom of my cock. I wet a finger and started to play with her asshole. It’s like the button that activates the hyperdrive. Almost instantly, Christine quickened her pace, telling me to finger her ass. I drove the digit deep and started to wiggle it, steadying her with my other hand on her lower back, and thrusting up to meet her as began to pound down on me. I really hope those apartments are soundproof – if the slapping sound of our frenzied fucking wasn’t enough, then CMQ loudly yelling ‘FUCK ME HARDER’, and me simply yelling ‘FUCK!’ surely would alert the neighbours that Parental Guidance is definitely Recommended.

 

After a few minutes of rigorous rooting, we took a quick pause to catch our breath. Christine spun about for standard cowgirl, saying she wanted to watch me fuck her, and so I could play with her tits, which had been, at that point, a little neglected. I started to lick, and fondle her nipples, which went erect, but kept my lower half still as she slowly rode me. Again, there was sensuousness to CMQ’s movements. She would oscillate from DFK (such a good KISSER!) and then sit up straight and slowly grind her pussy around my cock, clenching her muscles. I could feel myself building up to another climax and told her so. I hadn’t noticed until this point, but Christine has a killer stare. She could pin a man to the wall at 50 metres with that stare. And at point blank range, it’s completely mesmerizing – there is nothing else on the planet that matters when she looks at you like that. Like the topic description suggests, this is the point where Christine took me to the Darkside. She stopped, lent down, gave me a quick sloppy kiss and whispered "I want you to fuck me hard until you cum. And then you're going to fuck me deep in the ass."

 

It was like she took the chains off. Most of the time, sex for me is a little restrained - I rarely go full bore unless a girl is absolutely ready, as it tends to relieve her of the ability to walk - and being a nice guy, I don't think that's particularly fair. With that look and demand though, I felt like a deep, primal, i-need-to-fuck-like-a-berserker sensation saturate my brain. And Christine met it full on. While I have no doubt that CMQ has engaged in bigger, more driven and sordid occasions in her travels, for the less experienced Far North Queenslander, it rates as one of the best Power Fucks I've ever had. Christine McQueen is built for fucking. And she is a master of it.

 

With her crouching over me, I reached round and gripped her ass for leverage and began to pile-drive into her like a piston engine. With each frenzied motion, she would slam down to meet me. Sweat poured, heat rose, muscles burned, lungs begged for air, but CMQ was moaning like a banshee (a banshee that swears like a pirate), pushing me to go further. Any hint of slacking off was met with "KEEP FUCKING ME! FUCK MY PUSSY! YES, YES, YES! KEEP FUCKING GOING!"

 

And then - Climax. I felt my balls go nuclear, I was yelling unintelligibly, and with a series of spasmodic jerks, held myself inside her and filled the jacket to the brim. Christine wasted no time. Like a supreme Olympian she pulled herself off me, removed the hat and sucked my cock, taking in whatever didn't make it into condom. Another minute, she took her mouth away with a satisfied grin. I think I might have been clinically dead. Thus marks the halfway point of our meeting. Yes, the halfway point.

 

Christine popped off the bed and grabbed me my drink, and a couple of glasses of water. I lay on the bed chuckling to myself about how absolutely brilliant my day was going. The world could have been burning down in its last minutes, and I don’t think I could’ve cared a jot. Such is post-coital delirium :-).

 

CMQ came back into the room, noticed that I was still chortling quietly, and asked me what was so funny. Laughing harder, I spread my arms wide and said “Seriously, what would I say to someone if they asked me what I did today?” I hope other punters have had moments like that. We had a good laugh about the idea of its effect on conversation around the office water cooler, and how badly profit margins would be affected if all women could give blow jobs like Christine. This is another great point about this woman – CMQ has got a great sense of humour. She has the extraordinary ability of relating to someone she knows next to nothing about in almost no time at all. Compared to my other first times with WLs, I think she’s light years ahead.

 

Christine had started to play with herself, while gently running her fingers up and down my chest. There was no way in hell that my balls were going to produce anything but air for the next while, so I decided that it was Christine’s turn. I caught her in mid transit to another BBBJ – yes, I stopped her – and told her to lie on her back and spread her legs. Another one of those killer stares, this time with an expectant smirk, she complied.

 

DATY is not exact science. For me, I liken it to exploring a new land. You never quite know what’s over the next hill, but it’s always different to the last, and has to be treated differently from previous journeys. With Christine, I wanted to travel to the dark heart of this particular piece of turf. I started gently, and with her encouragement and direction, soon had ramped up. I slipped a finger into her ass, one into her pussy, and was viciously sucking on her clit. I felt her muscles clench through my mouth a fraction of second before I saw her back arch. Christine grabbed my hair with both hands and pushed my mouth hard against her pussy. I pulled my fingers out and ran my tongue between her pussy and ass, briefly rimming her before…well I pretty much bit down on her, lashing my tongue like broad blade up and down. CMQ screamed out and began to shudder, telling me not stop, just a little more, and then sank back onto the bed, breathing hard. While I wanted to stay down in that part of the world, she gently led me away with her hands and brought my grinning visage up for some more DFK.

 

Licking her out had got me hard again, so after some more water and little more conversation, Christine went down and mouth-rolled another coat on, and then asked me if I was ready. I grinned.

 

She got on to all fours, her delicious ass pointing towards me. Christine was specific in her directions as I pushed myself into her ass, another bonus. Never forceful or hostile, more like a friendly guide. I could feel her muscles rippling on my cock as I came to the hilt. I held for a moment and then started to fuck her slowly. I get the feeling that Christine likes having her ass played with. Maybe not Greek every time, but rimming, as mentioned, seems to activate the hyperdrive. Ass fucking her though was awesome. Watching my cock slide in and hearing her groan and ask for more, is something special. Our pace quickened, I could feel my (empty) balls slapping against her pussy, brushing her fingers as she played with herself. Christine began to get vocal. I pushed her head down onto the bed, and started to really pound into her – her ass cheeks were quivering. However, the ball tank was registering empty. I eventually slowed down, said “I don’t think it’s going to happen” and slowly withdrew from her. It was the only moment where Christine looked a little disappointed; it almost felt as if she was a little disappointed in herself, which is completely absurd, given the service she’d given me. Undeterred, she removed the hat and took after my cock again with a voracious BBBJ, a tit fuck, and well spit-lubed hand job to try and get me over the line a third time.

 

It was not to be. With a good natured laugh, we submitted defeat, and lay next to each other for moment. Then, smiling, Christine gave me a long, luxurious DFK and then stood up from the bed. “Wow. I’m absolutely wrecked.” She said. To be fair, she did look a fair bit more dishevelled than when we met. Her hair was matted with sweat, make-up slightly run, and breathing a little hard from her last efforts to make me cum (I love the way her tits rise and fall). By way of explanation she added “I’m glad I didn’t do any cardio this morning or I’d be totally fucked.” I shudder to think - and want to try what it would take get Christine to ‘totally fucked’. “Now, you just lie there and relax while I get a shower, and I’ll come and fetch you when I’m done.” She said. It was the first time I glanced at a clock since my arrival when she headed off to the bathroom. It had been two and half hours since I sat down on the couch. Jesus H Christ. It felt like no time at all, and forever all at once. But my time was over, Christine popped her head round the corner and told me the shower was free. A quick scrub-down, then dressed and we were heading for the door. It was here that she asked me the only (I think) silly question of the day. “Did you enjoy yourself?” I was actually so stunned that the question was asked that I didn’t answer immediately. I turned to look at her and saw a person who looked like the answer mattered to them. With a chuckle, I said “Christine, I’ve had an absolutely fantastic time. You’re beautiful and a great chick. Thank you so much.” I meant every word. It earned me another one of those stunning smiles, another motor-skill killing kiss, and then I was (with difficulty) walking to the elevator, beaming a smile that could have been seen on the moon.

 

As I strolled into the train station looking for the airport train, I struck up a conversation with 3 finance suits. When they asked me what I got up that day, I simply smiled and said “I went exploring”. Suffice to say that in comparison to mine, their day sucked balls. Cheers.

[Dr Gorilla]

Sounds like you really enjoyed yourself, cheers for such a detailed and well written review. I hope the people of Queensland are recovering well and getting things back to normal after the recent disasters there.

[at92]

Wow!!!!! Incredible review mate.. I have read lot of reviews for CMQ and trust me this one is right on top.

 

P.S Kudos to you on tasting your own cum, I am not sure if I could ever surpass that boundary in my life.

[Slater]

Without the shadow of a doubt, the FUCKING BEST review I have ever read. Congrats on a fantastic time!

[rowdyroddy]

Thank you dojoyoda for taking the time to detail your incredible session with CMQ.

 

It was such a fantastic read that it has tipped me over the edge on my decision whether to punt today or not.

 

Guess what my decision is?

 

 

Cheers,

 

rr

[kingfisher]

Top read. You had me staring at my phone at every red light from chatswood to parramatta

[DPren]

Thanks Dojoyoda! I was going to book a "normal" session w Christine. After reading your review I am now considering going the whole hog and go for the VIP experience. Have other punters experienced the VIP treatment? Was it worth the extra dollars?

[AlwaysReady]

That's a review of epiphany proportion. You sounded like u just had a religious experience with the use of biblical terms in a punting review!

 

I thought the VIP package includes video and photos, doesn't it?

 

AR

[readyfreddy]

Amazing read, makes me think CMQ should be veiwed as like planning a marathon. You need to do some serious training and fitness work beforehand otherwise,........

 

 

 

seriously a truly amazing review. keep em coming.

[DaPope]

Fantastic review ...its great to see CMQ living up to the fantasy for practically everyone that see's her. She truly is the pinnacle of punting ...

[nobwob]

Invigorating read there DJ. Sounds like one hell of an experience. Not sure i could do the CUM thing but good onya for trying somthing new.

[the boss]

Awesome review mate. She sounds like heaven...

[sixfiveman]

This review has forced me to move out of the shadows. Standing ovation. Also the best review I have read.

 

Having partaken of the flesh that is the lovely CMQ, I read with a smile on my face recalling my own experience. Wow.

[Fonz]

Best review I have ever read on here, well done and congrats!

[MadMick]

What an experience!

 

Well done on having experienced the ultimate from the Goddess (I would never even dare to call it the "service")

 

I must admit I had an opportunity to part take in the forbidden pleasures but chickened out as per my review here

 

This is how the Goddess must have felt when I just opted for the total GFE that I simply love with this remarkable woman... but I thought this image suits this review to a T...

 

(I can gaze into those eyes and drown so easily....forever )

 

 

Enjoy!

MM

[LeapingLeroy]

Fantastic review.

 

Not unexpected, as CmQ always delivers and now has another man mesmerized by her gaze.

 

LL

[dojoyoda]

Cheers for the comments guys. I think I'm going to have to come down from the North more often. Perhaps I can get CMQ to complete my fall to the darkside over a couple more sessions and turn the review into a trilogy :-)

 

After all, being bad is so much fun!

[Cato]

One of the great reviews, for sure.

An awesome achievement!

 

[kasey]

What a great read. I'll just have to get onto the CMQ bandwagon

[cbuzz]

Wow, I've got to go and see this awesome lady

[Mr Maverick]

Wow great review , great session by all accounts..you captured CMQ perfectly , well done.

Buzz

[[email protected]@[email protected]]

A brilliant review and your pensmanship did CMQ justice...

[1676]

A yoda joke: when 900 years old she reach, look this good she will not, hmm? eh heh heh.

[Lover44]

What an experience!

 

Well done on having experienced the ultimate from the Goddess (I would never even dare to call it the "service")

 

I must admit I had an opportunity to part take in the forbidden pleasures but chickened out as per my review here

 

This is how the Goddess must have felt when I just opted for the total GFE that I simply love with this remarkable woman... but I thought this image suits this review to a T...

 

(I can gaze into those eyes and drown so easily....forever )

 

 

Enjoy!

MM

[Lover44]

More pics. How about some video.