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Denisa: she stands approximately at 48.284911, 16.378249, at the crossing between Scheyd- and Tonfabrikgasse, almost opposite to hear colleague Alina . She is also relatively short (ca. 1,60), but her silhouette is thin and well proportioned. Her features are cute, though having some gipsy flavour, and her hair is black and long.
After the good performance of the previous evening, my plan would be to have a longer session with Lisa. But, even if her car is there, with a plastic bottle lying over the windscreen, no trace of the hot romanian. I'm quite sure sure she must be somewhere (and, in fact, she'll later confess me that she's been away for almost 90 minutes, for two long erotic sessions), so I decide to warm up with one of the girlies of the Scheydgasse.
No special preference for either of them, so I stop at the first showroom, where this long-haired girl walks back and forth without too much success. Negotiation is not so easy when we have no common language to talk, but in the end she confirms me the usual rate (30 for a BJ), she swears that the backyard is safe and so she is my guest on board.
The trip is quite short, but it is enough to discover that her name is Denisa and that she is from Romania, as expected. When she realizes that I'm from Italy, she exclaims: "Ah, ma sei italiano!" and she turns to my mother language, which she speaks quite fluently (certainly better than German, because she's been in Austria for only 1 month). She tells me she has been to Italy (mostly in Bologna and mostly as a prostitute) for almost ten years, so she must be already 26-27 years old, even if I would have extimated her to be around 24-25. She doesn't want to tell me the city where she comes from (mentioning a place in the countryside), but I suspect she is from Giurgiu, like the Elena which used to stand opposite to the Brunnerstrasse OMV (and which I didn't see last week). In fact, also Elena was from that city and in the OMV petrol station of Einzigergasse I've just seen a GR plated car not more than fifteen minutes before ...
Anyhow, after settling the financial issues, she starts a very fast and energetic BJ, whose style reminds me the one I'm familiar with in Italy. In few words, there is only one target: the customer must capitulate without 5 minutes! At the beginning, her hands caress a little bit my jewels but then they start supporting her mouth action and later she alternates BJ and HJ. Good news is that she is not dressed that much (I can lift up her Minnie Mouse t-shirt without any claim by her) and that she has a smooth and firm body, which is a pleasure for me to caress. What she is doing mustn't bee as pleasant for her, because her face is always sullen and I haven't seen her smile one time! But perhaps it's because she is moaning all of the time
Willing or not, at a certain point (hopefully a little bit more than the 5 minutes she has targeted, because another couple has arrived and gone away already, having sex under the stars ...) I'm very close to crossing the finish line, so I stop her and I ask for the price of the time & performance upgrade. For another 20, we could jump to the back seat and have some sexual intercourse. I get sure that the cowgirl position is in the daily menu (so that, in case of emergency, I can put up my pants at the speed of light), I pay for the extra and we transfer ourselves to our "bedroom".
After removing the strictly necessary clothes (she has actually pulled down the panties, which she was wearing as a kind of erotic Daisy Dukes, and the transparent tights), she masturbates my lil bro for another 30 seconds, she squeezes some mayonnaise over it (it was the lubricant, actually ...) and she is ready to get over me. I'm almost shocked when I see her jump on the seat with her high heels still on her feet, but luckily the car isn't mine and I paid for the full insurance, when collecting it some evenings before So, I forget that she is probably piercing the valued tissue of the passengers sofa and I rather focus on what's happening in front of me. Denisa moves up and down like there is no tomorrow, but probably she has forgotten to drink the neccessary amount of Red Bulls, because after one minute she is already tired. She breathes a little bit, she restarts with another very short cowgirl and than she raises white flag, slipping out of my penis and sitting again aside me.
Ok, the sexual intercourse is over, but hopefully the time isn't, because I have the felling that not more than 15 minutes have passed, sinced I turned off the engine of the car ... My feeling is correct, but one thing I was not aware of is that 1/4 of an hour was also the maximum deadline for Denisa. She would be ready to do more or less whatever I like, but some extra 50 euros ("ok, 40, just because it's you ...") chip should be placed on the table, to continue the game. I ask if she can at least try to complete the task with a quick hand- or foot-job, but she is really strict: "Here in Austria it's not like in Italy: for 50 euros you get 15 minutes, whether you come or not".
Considering that 30 euros will be more than enough to have the mission accomplished by one of her mates, I tell her that we can stop our session, dress up again and return to the front seats. During the retour trip, she tells me that she has left Italy because the business was not that good anymore. On the other hand, she is also not happy how the business is developing here in Vienna ... but this doesn't sound so surprising, because there are not so many cars passing by and Denisa is definitely not customer-oriented, with the strict time rules that she (or her team leader) has set.
When we reach her crossing, we great each other and I immediately move to the Autokaderstrasse, where I'm pleased to see that Lisa has reappeared, so that I can let her finish the incomplete task. By the way, this time I've remembered to ask for her age (30 years) and I've also solved the mystery of the "pension": it is not a hourly-rate motel which surprisingly doesn't accept prostitutes and their customers, but the place where she lives. Since she hasn't got a regular job, she can't rent or buy a flat and so she is permanently renting a room in a low cost pension. But customers are absolutely off limits over there! Unfortunately she has refused to give me her phone number (because it's her private one), but she has promised that I'll always find her close to the red car
After the good performance of the previous evening, my plan would be to have a longer session with Lisa. But, even if her car is there, with a plastic bottle lying over the windscreen, no trace of the hot romanian. I'm quite sure sure she must be somewhere (and, in fact, she'll later confess me that she's been away for almost 90 minutes, for two long erotic sessions), so I decide to warm up with one of the girlies of the Scheydgasse.
No special preference for either of them, so I stop at the first showroom, where this long-haired girl walks back and forth without too much success. Negotiation is not so easy when we have no common language to talk, but in the end she confirms me the usual rate (30 for a BJ), she swears that the backyard is safe and so she is my guest on board.
The trip is quite short, but it is enough to discover that her name is Denisa and that she is from Romania, as expected. When she realizes that I'm from Italy, she exclaims: "Ah, ma sei italiano!" and she turns to my mother language, which she speaks quite fluently (certainly better than German, because she's been in Austria for only 1 month). She tells me she has been to Italy (mostly in Bologna and mostly as a prostitute) for almost ten years, so she must be already 26-27 years old, even if I would have extimated her to be around 24-25. She doesn't want to tell me the city where she comes from (mentioning a place in the countryside), but I suspect she is from Giurgiu, like the Elena which used to stand opposite to the Brunnerstrasse OMV (and which I didn't see last week). In fact, also Elena was from that city and in the OMV petrol station of Einzigergasse I've just seen a GR plated car not more than fifteen minutes before ...
Anyhow, after settling the financial issues, she starts a very fast and energetic BJ, whose style reminds me the one I'm familiar with in Italy. In few words, there is only one target: the customer must capitulate without 5 minutes! At the beginning, her hands caress a little bit my jewels but then they start supporting her mouth action and later she alternates BJ and HJ. Good news is that she is not dressed that much (I can lift up her Minnie Mouse t-shirt without any claim by her) and that she has a smooth and firm body, which is a pleasure for me to caress. What she is doing mustn't bee as pleasant for her, because her face is always sullen and I haven't seen her smile one time! But perhaps it's because she is moaning all of the time
Willing or not, at a certain point (hopefully a little bit more than the 5 minutes she has targeted, because another couple has arrived and gone away already, having sex under the stars ...) I'm very close to crossing the finish line, so I stop her and I ask for the price of the time & performance upgrade. For another 20, we could jump to the back seat and have some sexual intercourse. I get sure that the cowgirl position is in the daily menu (so that, in case of emergency, I can put up my pants at the speed of light), I pay for the extra and we transfer ourselves to our "bedroom".
After removing the strictly necessary clothes (she has actually pulled down the panties, which she was wearing as a kind of erotic Daisy Dukes, and the transparent tights), she masturbates my lil bro for another 30 seconds, she squeezes some mayonnaise over it (it was the lubricant, actually ...) and she is ready to get over me. I'm almost shocked when I see her jump on the seat with her high heels still on her feet, but luckily the car isn't mine and I paid for the full insurance, when collecting it some evenings before
So, I forget that she is probably piercing the valued tissue of the passengers sofa and I rather focus on what's happening in front of me. Denisa moves up and down like there is no tomorrow, but probably she has forgotten to drink the neccessary amount of Red Bulls, because after one minute she is already tired. She breathes a little bit, she restarts with another very short cowgirl and than she raises white flag, slipping out of my penis and sitting again aside me.Ok, the sexual intercourse is over, but hopefully the time isn't, because I have the felling that not more than 15 minutes have passed, sinced I turned off the engine of the car ... My feeling is correct, but one thing I was not aware of is that 1/4 of an hour was also the maximum deadline for Denisa. She would be ready to do more or less whatever I like, but some extra 50 euros ("ok, 40, just because it's you ...") chip should be placed on the table, to continue the game. I ask if she can at least try to complete the task with a quick hand- or foot-job, but she is really strict: "Here in Austria it's not like in Italy: for 50 euros you get 15 minutes, whether you come or not".
Considering that 30 euros will be more than enough to have the mission accomplished by one of her mates, I tell her that we can stop our session, dress up again and return to the front seats. During the retour trip, she tells me that she has left Italy because the business was not that good anymore. On the other hand, she is also not happy how the business is developing here in Vienna ... but this doesn't sound so surprising, because there are not so many cars passing by and Denisa is definitely not customer-oriented, with the strict time rules that she (or her team leader) has set.
When we reach her crossing, we great each other and I immediately move to the Autokaderstrasse, where I'm pleased to see that Lisa has reappeared, so that I can let her finish the incomplete task. By the way, this time I've remembered to ask for her age (30 years) and I've also solved the mystery of the "pension": it is not a hourly-rate motel which surprisingly doesn't accept prostitutes and their customers, but the place where she lives. Since she hasn't got a regular job, she can't rent or buy a flat and so she is permanently renting a room in a low cost pension. But customers are absolutely off limits over there! Unfortunately she has refused to give me her phone number (because it's her private one), but she has promised that I'll always find her close to the red car
