Deltona, Deland, Ormond, and Port Orange

[Joshua Falken]

Sorry, no. Unfortunately, past reviews have links that are no longer active, and pre-date our use of the archive site. Next time I see her post I'll point her out to you.

Is this her https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...e/709864511011.

Curious if anyone has had any experience with this young lass:

http://daytona.skipthegames.com/fema...l/463555170830

http://archive.ph/wip/c2XHt

Cheers!

[Jmoedb]

Pics are accurate. Very nice girl. Sketchy about the uncle ruining the party but is a good time once the fun starts. Will for sure visit again for that glorious top.

https://escortalligator.com.listcraw...tona/52848411/

[Dragon88]

Speaking of DeLand, who should text me last weekend but the wee lass Crystal. Well, she's not quite as wee as she was before her seven month vacation. She had a room lined up (maybe) and I wasn't busy so I told her yeah, I'm down for a reunion tussle. Then she asked if I would bring her a little extra something as it was her birthday. I didn't believe this for a moment but the veracity of her statement was easily verified. I just went to the County vacation portal and typed in her name. Damned if it wasn't really her birthday! I told her sure, dropped 100 quid in my pocket, and set out for DeLand.

She jumped in my car exclaiming, "Hey baby, I got fat," giggling non-stop. I wouldn't call her fat per se, but she has a fuller figure, no question. Probably two stone heavier than the last time I pulled those panties down.

I asked her which hotel we were driving to and it was then she informed me that the hotel room didn't work out. I was visibly disappointed, having planned a full on bondage fest. "You can still tie me up in the back seat," she entreated. I thought about that for about half a second. I pictured a young woman in my back seat, bound with her nickers 'round her ankles, looking like a crime scene from Luther and me explaining "this isn't what it looks like officer".

"I think we'll make due with head tonight luv," I told her. She readily agreed, so we found a quiet place to park and she was as good as ever. Got me off in less than two songs, and that's saying something. I was pleased to see that she remembered our standing agreement, that is, she won't stop until I say so (I hate it when a lass kills my climax by stopping at the first sign of fluids). She is a spitter, but with our agreement intact, it really doesn't matter.

Anyway, I usually give her around 50 bob, give or take, for road head. Because it really was her birthday I gave her 80 in addition to treating her to a convenience store run.

Epilogue: So you may have noticed that I didn't provide a link. That's because her most recent ad is about 7 months and 30 pounds old, and of course she has a new phone number. However, many members here know exactly who I'm talking about and if you don't, just search this site for "DeLand Crystal". Keep in mind the recent changes I've noted if you do. I asked her if she planned to start advertising again on STG and she said yes, though I haven't seen her ad materialize yet.

Unrelated: If you've seen seen Niina Snow or LexxiiRose in the past few weeks I'd be grateful of a PM. Thanks!

Cheers!

Is this her https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...e/709864511011.

[Dragon88]

I can't vouch for Riley since I haven't seen her but Stephanie is one of the best. The pictures don't do her hot little body justice and she's a sweetheart. Excellent menu.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...a/673979491849

Seen differant rate charges for them would be interested in getting a double BJ from them but not at 200 bananas so if someone knows what they really charge for hhr would be greatly appreciated. Just want to know so I can negotiate with them fairly. Thanks.

[Horn Dog Too]

I can't vouch for Riley since I haven't seen her but Stephanie is one of the best. The pictures don't do her hot little body justice and she's a sweetheart. Excellent menu.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...a/673979491849

Do them both together. It's a fun ride.

[MGant]

Any ideas on where to look for Swans or recommendations on escorts in DeLand?

I can't vouch for Riley since I haven't seen her but Stephanie is one of the best. The pictures don't do her hot little body justice and she's a sweetheart. Excellent menu.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...a/673979491849

[Bud Green]

Any ideas on where to look for Swans or recommendations on escorts in DeLand?

Many of the eros.com escort in Orlando travel to the area.

[Lord Humongus]

Any ideas on where to look for Swans or recommendations on escorts in DeLand?

[Joshua Falken]

I have tried to see Barbie previously having driven to her designated location prior to getting her address and then got ghosted. She also ghosted me on several other occasions so I am tipping my cap to you for actually getting inside her proverbial front door LOL well done my man.

Thanks Mongerlicious! Dumb luck I'd reckon, LOL.

[Joshua Falken]

Speaking of DeLand, who should text me last weekend but the wee lass Crystal. Well, she's not quite as wee as she was before her seven month vacation. She had a room lined up (maybe) and I wasn't busy so I told her yeah, I'm down for a reunion tussle. Then she asked if I would bring her a little extra something as it was her birthday. I didn't believe this for a moment but the veracity of her statement was easily verified. I just went to the County vacation portal and typed in her name. Damned if it wasn't really her birthday! I told her sure, dropped 100 quid in my pocket, and set out for DeLand.

She jumped in my car exclaiming, "Hey baby, I got fat," giggling non-stop. I wouldn't call her fat per se, but she has a fuller figure, no question. Probably two stone heavier than the last time I pulled those panties down.

I asked her which hotel we were driving to and it was then she informed me that the hotel room didn't work out. I was visibly disappointed, having planned a full on bondage fest. "You can still tie me up in the back seat," she entreated. I thought about that for about half a second. I pictured a young woman in my back seat, bound with her nickers 'round her ankles, looking like a crime scene from Luther and me explaining "this isn't what it looks like officer".

"I think we'll make due with head tonight luv," I told her. She readily agreed, so we found a quiet place to park and she was as good as ever. Got me off in less than two songs, and that's saying something. I was pleased to see that she remembered our standing agreement, that is, she won't stop until I say so (I hate it when a lass kills my climax by stopping at the first sign of fluids). She is a spitter, but with our agreement intact, it really doesn't matter.

Anyway, I usually give her around 50 bob, give or take, for road head. Because it really was her birthday I gave her 80 in addition to treating her to a convenience store run.

Epilogue: So you may have noticed that I didn't provide a link. That's because her most recent ad is about 7 months and 30 pounds old, and of course she has a new phone number. However, many members here know exactly who I'm talking about and if you don't, just search this site for "DeLand Crystal". Keep in mind the recent changes I've noted if you do. I asked her if she planned to start advertising again on STG and she said yes, though I haven't seen her ad materialize yet.

Unrelated: If you've seen seen Niina Snow or LexxiiRose in the past few weeks I'd be grateful of a PM. Thanks!

Cheers!

[Joshua Falken]

This was an enjoyable read; One of your best.

Thanks RoadWarrior, you are clearly a gentleman of refinement and good taste!

Cheers!

[Mongerlicious]

The Captain stood brooding as mechs cleaved buckled plating from the small freighter's hull. The job was supposed to be routine, he groused to himself. Just pick up a few scientists from some obscure solar observatory and deliver them to the nearest space port on Synder. The Tesla, a Firefly-class light freighter modified for FTL travel, had been on a delivery run in a nearby sector when the announcement hit the freelancer boards. What the deceptively brief posting had failed to mention was why the troop of egg heads needed to be evacuated. As it turned out, their observatory had been placed around this particular star to catalogue it's final stage of life. Final indeed! With the last refugees boarding only moments before, the Tesla was still spooling her FTL when the enormous coronal mass ejection struck. Her repulsion field coils immediately overloaded and her aft bulkhead and engine nacelles buckled. For the next few hours the Tesla's crew struggled to keep forward life support systems online and to restore communications. The distress signal finally went out and the rescue ship had arrived shortly thereafter to take on the Tesla's refugees and crew. It was the Captain alone who remained aboard to bear the indignity of the long tow to the Synder drydocks.

Synder was a ring world. Tidally locked with it's star, the light side a searing desert and the dark side a frozen wasteland. The thin region of perpetual twilight, however, where light side meets dark, was temperate and hospitable to life. And so it was that Captain Falken, bathed in the soft orange glow of an eternal sunset, brooded over the state of his vessel, and his finances, at Synder's Spaceport Orange.

"Damn," the young woman beside him exclaimed as a particularly large section of the starboard nacelle was pried loose by a demo mech's massive claws. Falken turned and glowered at his Navigator. "Sorry boss," the woman said quickly as she noticed his glare, her tone far from sorry, "but standing here for hours on end isn't helping a goddamn thing you know". In fact, he did know, but he wasn't about to explain to someone twenty years his junior the connection between Captain and vessel.

"Listen," his Navigator continued, immune to her Captain's silence, "your sulking is kinda bumming us out. You need to get yourself laid, and get your head right," she offered sagely, then cheekily sauntered away. Falken watched her go, feeling both indignation and amusement at her words. Finally he turned back to the wreck of his beloved ship and muttered to himself, "That I do lassy. That I do".

Falken activated his comm link as a holographic display danced to life over his left wrist. He brought up one of the local sexworker guild pages and perused it's offerings, pausing over the ad of a young local girl of obvious Terran descent.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...a/404369522638

http://archive.ph/jCQXk

Falken had seen this provider's ads for years and had always meant to pay her a visit when in port. No time like the present Falken mused, and sent Barbie an introductory message. A few back and forth communications and a half-hour rendezvous was scheduled. He'd have just enough time to clean himself up and guide his hired transport to her DeLand address some thirty minutes west of Spaceport Orange.

While still about ten minutes away, a message from Barbie arrived through the vehicle's nav computer, now synched to his personal comm link, asking him if he could bring a cover. Since he always packs a backup cover, he responded in the affirmative. Had he not been carrying one, he would have found this last minute request an annoyance. As it was, small currents of anticipation and arousal began firing in some primal area of his brain at her subtle acknowledgement that, in a few moments hence, his cock would be inside her.

A driveway through a wall of local flora gave way to a cluster of small buildings cobbled together from the remnants of derelict spacecraft; castoffs from the space port's main industry. Falken alighted just as a beautiful blonde girl in tee shirt and pajama bottoms came smiling through the breezeway formed by the property's main dwelling and a small garage-like structure with adjoining roof. He smiled back with an exhortation of pleasure at making her acquaintance. Only then did he don his mask, apologizing for this precaution against the latest virus ravaging Synder. He politely asked the girl if she would like one too, and was pleasantly surprised by her enthusiastic acceptance. And so with mask donned, the beautiful blonde girl led Captain Falken back through the breezeway, through a debris-strewn yard of patchy grass and the cast off parts of long-defunct vessels, and into a large, free-standing garage which had been converted for habitation. As he breached the doorway and took in his surrounds, Falken was grateful to note the presence of bathing and head facilities, as well as a wall-mounted atmospheric conditioner. DeLand was significantly closer to the day side of Synder's day / night terminator, where atmospheric conditioning was an essential creature comfort for beings of Terran descent like Barbie.

Falken continued making small talk with his host as he encoded 120 credits onto a glass marker and placed it on a nearby shelving unit for Barbie to plainly see. This being their first encounter, the Captain was eager to put his host at ease, so he immediately disrobed, knowing there were rules against local regulatory enforcement officials going tackle-out. Barbie happily followed suit, and soon the two were kneeling face-to-face on the room's large and surprisingly comfortable bed, enjoying a few minutes of intimate conversation and gentle caressing. Falken marveled at how well the images in Barbie's ad represented the lass in the flesh, right down to the sexy pooch she carried around her midriff. Deception had always been one of Falken's pet peeves, and none was being detected here. His cock was soon begging for more attention than her delicate hands were providing, so Barbie obligingly laid him back, pulled her mask aside, and went straight to work. The sensations were superb as the young lass struggled to reach the base of his shaft and lick his balls, though she wasn't quite able to pull this off. When he felt the twinges of climax starting to build, he reached over and extracted the cover from it's wrapper; the universal sign for "on to the next act".

With cover in place, Barbie secured her mask and eagerly mounted him in cowgirl; the Captain massaging her breasts as Barbie rocked and gyrated and cooed. When her quads finally gave up the fight, Barbie dismounted and dropped into canine, wiggling her ass by way of invitation. Falken slid himself back inside her and gripped her hips. His head rolled back in ecstasy as her wet warmth gripped his shaft with perfect pressure. The build towards climax started immediately, and the Captain didn't fight it. He just kept stroking ever more vigorously until the orgasmic convulsions overtook him, ejecting some mass of his own while Barbie collapsed forward onto her stomach. Barbie made no attempt to move as the Captain recovered his breath at the back of her neck. Though her mask obscured her features, the Captain was pretty sure she was smiling. But all good things must come to an end, so Falken gently extracted himself from her bed, tied off the cover, and washed himself in the head compartment at Barbie's behest.

When Barbie finally showed him to the door, he made sure she saved his contact information. So with sincere exhortations to come see her again, Barbie sent her visitor happily out into the twilight.

As the autonomous transporter dutifully ferried Captain Falken back to Spaceport Orange, he was finally able to relax and mull over the events of recent days with a clear head. His navigator was right, he had badly needed this. Checking the time on his comm link, he noted the evening was still relatively young. A few drinks with the crew wouldn't go amiss he mused to himself, reclining to stare through the moonroof at the heavens beyond.

I have tried to see Barbie previously having driven to her designated location prior to getting her address and then got ghosted. She also ghosted me on several other occasions so I am tipping my cap to you for actually getting inside her proverbial front door LOL well done my man.

[RoadWarrior2K]

The Captain stood brooding as mechs cleaved buckled plating from the small freighter's hull. The job was supposed to be routine, he groused to himself. Just pick up a few scientists from some obscure solar observatory and deliver them to the nearest space port on Synder. The Tesla, a Firefly-class light freighter modified for FTL travel, had been on a delivery run in a nearby sector when the announcement hit the freelancer boards. What the deceptively brief posting had failed to mention was why the troop of egg heads needed to be evacuated. As it turned out, their observatory had been placed around this particular star to catalogue it's final stage of life. Final indeed! With the last refugees boarding only moments before, the Tesla was still spooling her FTL when the enormous coronal mass ejection struck. Her repulsion field coils immediately overloaded and her aft bulkhead and engine nacelles buckled. For the next few hours the Tesla's crew struggled to keep forward life support systems online and to restore communications. The distress signal finally went out and the rescue ship had arrived shortly thereafter to take on the Tesla's refugees and crew. It was the Captain alone who remained aboard to bear the indignity of the long tow to the Synder drydocks.

Synder was a ring world. Tidally locked with it's star, the light side a searing desert and the dark side a frozen wasteland. The thin region of perpetual twilight, however, where light side meets dark, was temperate and hospitable to life. And so it was that Captain Falken, bathed in the soft orange glow of an eternal sunset, brooded over the state of his vessel, and his finances, at Synder's Spaceport Orange.

"Damn," the young woman beside him exclaimed as a particularly large section of the starboard nacelle was pried loose by a demo mech's massive claws. Falken turned and glowered at his Navigator. "Sorry boss," the woman said quickly as she noticed his glare, her tone far from sorry, "but standing here for hours on end isn't helping a goddamn thing you know". In fact, he did know, but he wasn't about to explain to someone twenty years his junior the connection between Captain and vessel.

"Listen," his Navigator continued, immune to her Captain's silence, "your sulking is kinda bumming us out. You need to get yourself laid, and get your head right," she offered sagely, then cheekily sauntered away. Falken watched her go, feeling both indignation and amusement at her words. Finally he turned back to the wreck of his beloved ship and muttered to himself, "That I do lassy. That I do".

Falken activated his comm link as a holographic display danced to life over his left wrist. He brought up one of the local sexworker guild pages and perused it's offerings, pausing over the ad of a young local girl of obvious Terran descent.

https://daytona.skipthegames.com/fem...a/404369522638

http://archive.ph/jCQXk

Falken had seen this provider's ads for years and had always meant to pay her a visit when in port. No time like the present Falken mused, and sent Barbie an introductory message. A few back and forth communications and a half-hour rendezvous was scheduled. He'd have just enough time to clean himself up and guide his hired transport to her DeLand address some thirty minutes west of Spaceport Orange.

While still about ten minutes away, a message from Barbie arrived through the vehicle's nav computer, now synched to his personal comm link, asking him if he could bring a cover. Since he always packs a backup cover, he responded in the affirmative. Had he not been carrying one, he would have found this last minute request an annoyance. As it was, small currents of anticipation and arousal began firing in some primal area of his brain at her subtle acknowledgement that, in a few moments hence, his cock would be inside her.

A driveway through a wall of local flora gave way to a cluster of small buildings cobbled together from the remnants of derelict spacecraft; castoffs from the space port's main industry. Falken alighted just as a beautiful blonde girl in tee shirt and pajama bottoms came smiling through the breezeway formed by the property's main dwelling and a small garage-like structure with adjoining roof. He smiled back with an exhortation of pleasure at making her acquaintance. Only then did he don his mask, apologizing for this precaution against the latest virus ravaging Synder. He politely asked the girl if she would like one too, and was pleasantly surprised by her enthusiastic acceptance. And so with mask donned, the beautiful blonde girl led Captain Falken back through the breezeway, through a debris-strewn yard of patchy grass and the cast off parts of long-defunct vessels, and into a large, free-standing garage which had been converted for habitation. As he breached the doorway and took in his surrounds, Falken was grateful to note the presence of bathing and head facilities, as well as a wall-mounted atmospheric conditioner. DeLand was significantly closer to the day side of Synder's day / night terminator, where atmospheric conditioning was an essential creature comfort for beings of Terran descent like Barbie.

Falken continued making small talk with his host as he encoded 120 credits onto a glass marker and placed it on a nearby shelving unit for Barbie to plainly see. This being their first encounter, the Captain was eager to put his host at ease, so he immediately disrobed, knowing there were rules against local regulatory enforcement officials going tackle-out. Barbie happily followed suit, and soon the two were kneeling face-to-face on the room's large and surprisingly comfortable bed, enjoying a few minutes of intimate conversation and gentle caressing. Falken marveled at how well the images in Barbie's ad represented the lass in the flesh, right down to the sexy pooch she carried around her midriff. Deception had always been one of Falken's pet peeves, and none was being detected here. His cock was soon begging for more attention than her delicate hands were providing, so Barbie obligingly laid him back, pulled her mask aside, and went straight to work. The sensations were superb as the young lass struggled to reach the base of his shaft and lick his balls, though she wasn't quite able to pull this off. When he felt the twinges of climax starting to build, he reached over and extracted the cover from it's wrapper; the universal sign for "on to the next act".

With cover in place, Barbie secured her mask and eagerly mounted him in cowgirl; the Captain massaging her breasts as Barbie rocked and gyrated and cooed. When her quads finally gave up the fight, Barbie dismounted and dropped into canine, wiggling her ass by way of invitation. Falken slid himself back inside her and gripped her hips. His head rolled back in ecstasy as her wet warmth gripped his shaft with perfect pressure. The build towards climax started immediately, and the Captain didn't fight it. He just kept stroking ever more vigorously until the orgasmic convulsions overtook him, ejecting some mass of his own while Barbie collapsed forward onto her stomach. Barbie made no attempt to move as the Captain recovered his breath at the back of her neck. Though her mask obscured her features, the Captain was pretty sure she was smiling. But all good things must come to an end, so Falken gently extracted himself from her bed, tied off the cover, and washed himself in the head compartment at Barbie's behest.

When Barbie finally showed him to the door, he made sure she saved his contact information. So with sincere exhortations to come see her again, Barbie sent her visitor happily out into the twilight.

As the autonomous transporter dutifully ferried Captain Falken back to Spaceport Orange, he was finally able to relax and mull over the events of recent days with a clear head. His navigator was right, he had badly needed this. Checking the time on his comm link, he noted the evening was still relatively young. A few drinks with the crew wouldn't go amiss he mused to himself, reclining to stare through the moonroof at the heavens beyond.

This was an enjoyable read; One of your best.

[Mongerlicious]

Looks like someone has trust issue, well than keep visiting Amy. I don't care anyway. Just giving out fare warning.

I am not sure that you understood the point of my post LOL I would not visit amy for any reason. And if she is hiding underage girls in her apartment while she is doing business my point was since you raved about her her then you should have told this forum the same thing you posted in the orlando / deland forum. Additionally if there is undercover LEO hanging out that is also something you should have posted here. You raved about her and then you posted the warning; all I am saying is that all 5 of your posts are about amy 180 degrees apart. True issues? Lmao in this hobby everyone has trust issues bc if you don't you will get burned.

[BBC386]

After a couple attempts, did finally meet her. She has a mouth like silk. Sat on bed she put a pillow on the floor got on her knees and then went at like she couldn't get enough. Down side power was still out said it should be back on in a day or two. Nice place overall very clean, She is that average girl next door with a wildside. 80 coins for the BBBJCIM, could of stayed all day with her going at it. Says she only does a couple a day. Her and Tara should be teaching others. Lolol.

Had to go back and see if it was just a good day for her, nah this chick is a freak. Short skirt, chunky summer heels, no panties and a hunger for bbc she's definitely my new go to. Tara needs to lay off the Lelo's and maybe just maybe she can pick up steam in terms of business. However, I will be trying shamelessly to try and talk the both of them into a double trouble session. Donations are damn near the same for hh so hey it's worth an ask LOL.