I think I have met the same Bianca twice some days ago and I can more or less confirm her good erotical skills. On the other hand, her "boyfriend" is a little bit too jealous and so she pays too much attention to the watch, which may result in an unsatisfactory performance in the end.
Bianca stands some meters after the main entrance of MAN (more or less at 48.138877, 16.298080), when driving from the centre of Vienna outwards. She is approximately 1,65 m tall, she has a quite well proportioned silhouette (she is not as thin as a mannequin but not even overweighted) and long dark (dyed) hair. Her face features are fairly good, with dark eyes and tattoed eyebrows. But I have to admit that any of those features was the reason why I finally decided to stop at her place
NIGHT 1, IN MY CAR
Even if the weather was not exactly warm and even slightly rainy (and her rivals were in fact already standing in warm winter clothes), she was wearing not much more than high heels, those slutty shiny tights, Daisy Duke shorts and a dark leather jacket, which she didn't seem to need that much, because she was completely opening it every time I was passing by and showing me her quite huge tits.
After she practically stops me by jumping in the middle of the lane, I can't do anything else than parking the car aside and I wait for her to reach me. After she understands I'm from Italy, she immediately turns from "Schatzi" to "Ammore" and I have to thank her short stay in Milano for that. Her request for a BJ is definitely not cheap (40), I tell her that the regular rate is 30, but she points out that viewing and touching her breast will be included and that I will not forget the next 15 minutes. So, she is my host onboard and we can move to her "secret" place, which I've never visited before but which is apparently used also by other girls.
During the trip she tells me that she is a 26 (or 27?) years old Romanian from Bucarest (which I never believe and I'll have a confirmation the next day). Besides spending some time in Italy, she has been in Dortmund for the last year and she has transferred to Vienna not more than 1 month ago. But I suspect that she has also worked in Spain, because she speaks better spanish than italian ...
Once the car is parked, she extracts all the working tools from her small bag, she completely removes her jacket (she was not really wearing anything under it, not even the bra) and she kneels on the side seat. After wrapping my Lil Bro with the condom (the BBJ would have cost 10 euros more), she immediately starts to show me her oral art, which is not bad indeed. Besides moving up and down with her head, she has good suction skills and her tongue plays impudently with my glans, resulting in a very stimulating action. Like any experienced prostitute, after a couple of minutes she starts using also her hand and moaning in an absolutely unrealistic way.
In the meanwhile, I begin caressing her back, moving then to her roundly shaped buttocks and finally to her tits, which are quite large sized but not so firm (later, she'll tell me that she has a kid and maybe she has breastfed her heir). I even insist titillating her nipples but I have to admit that I haven't been able to get them hard.
FRENCH KISSING IS INCLUDED
As time goes by, her action turns more and more from a BJ into a HJ, which is nonetheless not enough to bring me across the finish line. So, after some minutes of a mere HJ, she stop and looks at me with a big question mark in her eyes: "What do you like? Maybe kissing?" (in Italian). "But does it cost extra?", I ask. "No, it's for free", she ensures me, so I can't not give her green light to proceed. While her hand resumes strocking my penis, she gets close to me and we begin kissing each other. Everything is more or less included (biting each other's lips, playing with our tongues, etc ...), so I would define it as a real french kissing (FK), which makes my Lil Bro more and more excited.
A JEALOUS BOYFRIEND
But the (unanswered) phone call of her "boyfriend" arrives before I can see the chequered flag, so she has to remind me that the time is practically over: "Ammore, I can't stay longer for 40 euros ...". "One minute more, please, I'm almost there ...", I beg her, so she starts to stroke my Lil Bro very energetically with both hands. I do more or less the same with her tits and I can finally cross the finish line.
Her "boyfriend" recalls her again and it seems that the conversation is not so relaxed, because the tone gets immediately quite loud and thirty seconds later Bianca jumps out of my car and starts walking back to her showroom, still hanging at the phone. After I've cleaned up, I also restart back to the Brunnerstrasse and, when I pass aside her, I stop again. "Why didn't you wait onboard? - I ask her - It's not the case you walk under the rain without an umbrella ... I would have brought you back
". She is very happy to get a lift and in the next thirty seconds I get almost overwhelmed by her thanks ("You are such a kind guy ... I'm really sorry for having put so much pressure on you ...", blah, blah, blah). I tell her that in Italy it's absolutely normal to bring the girl back to the showroom, but nonetheless I deserve a couple of extra kisses for this unexpected treatment and then I can finally drive back to my hotel.
NIGHT 2, IN HER ROOM
The next evening, I'm back again on the Brunnerstrasse and, after meeting another one of my favourites (the
Cristina of the white bus just before the crossing between Brunner and Perfekta), it's time to stop again aside Bianca, whose breast has been generously shown to me (and to all the other cars passing by, of course) several times. "Ah, ammore!", she is very enthusiastic to see me again.
This time, I would be curious to know whether my "dick cock" (Bianca dixit) fits well into her pussy, but I don't feel confident to try this in the car and so I ask her whether she knows a pension or if we can go to her flat. The 2nd option would be of course available, but it would cost 120 euros, for 1 hour. "A little bit too much ... maybe 100?", is my counter-proposal. She doesn't think over it for more than 1 second, she says yes and she is ready to get on my car again. Her mate (a more curvy girl which seemed to stand 10-20 metres after her) would like to get back home and Bianca asks me if I can give her a lift, too. "If it doesn't cause me any trouble with the Polizei, no problem", I tell her. "Don't worry, if they stop us, we have "Papiere" with us
", she ensures that everything will run smoothly.
THERE IS ALSO TIME TO MEET POLIZEI
So we start to her place, which is about 10-15 minutes far away and which I'll realize (after checking on Google Maps) being close to the Wien Meidling train and U-bahn stations. We get also stopped by the Polizei along the route, but the policemen don't even ask for the documents of the ladies (pity, because otherwise I could have seen their real identities ...) and after a couple of minutes they let us go to our destination. The initial part of the trip is occupied by the unavoidable phone call of her "boyfriend", then we have some time to talk a little bit and Bianca reveals me that she is rather from Transilvania, near Brasov. But, if I had told that I was on vacation on the Black Sea, she would have probably replied me that she was born and grown up in Constanta
THE HOSTEL
After finally parking the car close to their house, the three of us can walk into the building (which seems under reconstruction), reaching the entrance of a kind of residence / hostel. Probably most Brunner-girls live here, because I can see the common kitchen which one of them has mentioned me to be in the place where she also lives (and the 700 euros/month fee doesn't actually seem a cheap accomodation, for such a place). Bianca's friend enters her own room, while my brunette and me continue walking along the isle and finally get into another one. The place looks like a small single-room of a hotel, with the bathroom on one side. It is definitely the place where Bianca also lives, because there are not only high heels but also regular sneakers on the floor and an uncountable number of pets is placed almost everywhere, with a big dog on the bed being the most impressive one. Even if there are two pillows, the bed doesn't seem large enough for two people, so I don't think that her "boyfriend" also sleeps and lives with her.
When it's time for me to pay, Bianca immediately reminds that she is Romanian and she asks me for a 30 euros extra. "It's the "pension" fee", she mentions. "This was not exactly our agreement ... And I will not sleep here overnight, so I don't understand why I should pay for the room
", I reply her. "Ok, but in this case we couldn't stay 1 hour", she accepts my objection. "No problem, when you think that the time is over, we'll leave", I ensure her.
TATOOS AND SUNTAN
So, we can finally undress and jump on the bed. Bianca has a male name, which could sound even italian or spanish, tattoed on the upper part of her back (her boyfriend? her kid? her father? ...) and also a flower. Her naked body doesn't look so different from what I could imagine after meeting her the evening before and her pussy appears to be quite fleshy and with a much darker shade than the surrounding skin. Bianca is also relatively tanned, which may be the reminder of her summer vacations or rather of a recent visit to a solarium.
I won't get so much into the details of the initial BJ, because it hasn't been significantly different from the one in the car. But, after a time which has been shorter than in our previous meeting, she thinks it's time to switch to the sexual intercourse and she lies on the mattress with her legs spread, ready to host my Fat Bro into her pussy.
Once it's in, I can start my pelvis dance, tightly embracing her and caressing her neck and dark hair. Her engagement is also not bad, because she energetically grabs my buttocks and then she moves her hands up and down my back. We also start kissing like the evening before, but this doesn't last so long (maybe a couple of minutes), because then she starts moaning like there is no tomorrow and I feel it would be too dangerous to get too close to her mouth again
NICHT MEIN PROBLEM
I am already dreaming about the next position (I would like to see her ride me like a cowgirl, while grabbing her tits), but the idyll is suddenly broken by her phone ringing. "Nooo, her 'boyfriend' again ...", I'm already exhausted by him and I can't really imagine how Bianca can stand his pimp. "The times is over, I suppose ...", I ask her. "Ja, Schatzi - is the predictable reply of the brunette - Unless you give me some more money". "But I don't think we have been here for one hour ... we have probably jumped on the bed not more than 15-20 minutes ago ...", I try a hopeless defense of my investment. "Nicht mein Problem - Bianca doesn't leave me much hope - You have got as much time as you have paid for and we have lost a lot of time on the route, also because of the Polizei stopping us".
The game is over and so I can only slip out of her pussy and give a look to my poor Lil Bro, which risks to go to bed still quite excited and therefore have a bad night. After Bianca has pissed and cleaned herself, it's my turn to use the bathroom and then we can both dress up again. she has of course to call back her "boyfriend" and I can catch again only the general mood the conversation, since I can understand only few words of Romanian.
When we leave the room, I even think about not giving her a lift back to Brunnerstrasse, so that her "boyfriend" has to waste 20-25 minutes of his precious time to come and pick her up at Meidling. Bianca must feel such risk in the air and she repeats me that she has been correct and that I have received the time I was deserving, based on the money I paid. And, again, she confirms her mantra that it is "Nicht mein Problem", if we lost some time because of the Polizei.
NOT A NEW STORY
"Dear Bianca, probably you are not a bad girl, but your problem is that your 'boyfriend' is a little bit too jealous
", I tell her laughing. "Ok, I will tell you ... he is not actually my boyfriend", she says, while we walk back to the car and she hugs me, probably to be sure that she is not left at Meidling
Such incipit is the beginning of a long story, which she tells during the retour trip and where truth is maybe 20% and fiction the remaining 80%. Nothing really different from what I have already heard from other Romanian girls, because the plot is basically the same:
- She is a good girl and she was working as a "putzfrau" for a famous hotel brand, first in Romania and later on in Germany.
- Then she needed a lot of money because of a medical urgence and she started working as prostitute, first in Germany and now in Vienna.
- She doesn't really like her job and she drinks vodka every time she starts her shift, because sometimes it's really hard to accept that she has to go with any customer, even with those who are unpolite or not clean.
- As soon as she has paid back her debt, she will immediately stop her career as a sexual entertainer and hopefully start her own shop as a makeup and manicure specialist. I have to admit that here nails are really well made up, with kind of Swarowski brilliants shining on some of them.
- But, if I can help her with 3.000 euros (ok, even 1.000 or 500 would be enough), she could refund her debt and get rid of this job. In the end, even 200 would be enough to reach the evening budget (which seems to be set at 400), but I can hardly convince her that I am not as rich as she would expect and that the only way I could help her is to drive the car to the closest Polizei station, which of course she doesn't think to be a good option.
At some point of her explanation she almost starts crying and I even begin to doubt that the reality:fiction rate is greater than 50:50. But, luckily, the nth phone call by her "boyfriend" arrives more on time than a Swiss train, I can see his name appear on Bianca's phone in the middle of a couple of hearts (<3 NAME <3) and so there is no doubt any more that the brunette has definitely more fantasy than J.K. Rowling and that she could pay back her debt (and become even very rich) by writing the next leg of the Harry Potter adventures
Even more luckily, the phone conversation lasts more or less until we reach her spot along the Brunnerstrasse and so it's not necessary that I invent some excuses to avoid a short deviation to the closest Bankomat. A couple of kisses, I wish her good luck and also tonight I can drive back to the hotel. On the route to the motorway, I pass along the OMV petrol station, I can see the powerful car of her "boyfriend" being parked among the other ones and I wonder why it's so complicated for the police to investigate on those guys, who don't even think it's necessary to camouflage themselves behind a Vienna car license ...
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