Field Report on Monet Dior

Reporter: Speed Racer
Date Received: August 13, 2005
Date of Party: Friday, July 22, 2005

Monet Dior, as she is known when appearing at the Wild Horse Ranchoutside of Reno, is a very tall African-American beauty who initiallycaught my eye nearly eight years ago at the legendary Chicken Ranch down in Pahrump. At that establishment, where she more frequently appears, she is known as Paris.  By any name, she is a definite attention grabber!

Standing just under six feet tall in her bare feet, with a stunning set of curves and a stellar personality, Monet is simply unforgettable. Her all-natural 38DD breasts are capped by lovely, large areola and a pair of the finest, most magnificent perky nipples I've ever had the pleasure of admiring. Add in her radiant dark brown skin, long and shapely legs, ready smile, and a booty-licious rear end, and one cannot deny that she has been very blessed in terms of physical beauty.

Due to some incredibly bad timing, it took almost seven years after we first met for us to hook up for our initial party. So when I heard from my good friend Jagged that Monet would be working at the Wild Horse Ranch during the time I would be visiting for CWMC-9, I immediately made plans to see her again. Originally I had hoped to party with her on Thursday afternoon, before the brothel-sponsored activities over at the Old Bridge Ranch and (later that evening) back at the Wild Horse Canyon Resort's two brothels. Unfortunately, Monet wasn't able to arrive in Reno early enough on Wednesday to get her medical clearance, so she couldn't be on the floor until Friday. However, she was allowed to come out to the bar area to join our group for the CWMC festivities on
Thursday evening.

It was then that I saw Monet for the first time since our initial party in the Spring of 2004. We greeted each other with a warm embrace, then sat down to talk. When she let me know that she had a gift for me, I was pleasantly surprised. I then let her in on a secret, namely that on the following night's CWMC banquet I was going to publicly announce that she was the recipient of my Speed Racer Courtesan of the Year award for the calendar year 2004. Unfortunately my computer printer no longer functions, so I didn't have a certificate for her (or for any or the other recipients of my awards), but she was very flattered nonetheless.  As was I by her gift, which turned out to be a bottle of private vintage wine with the label bearing her name and likeness. After catching up with each other while enjoying the show - several of the other working ladies were dancing in the 1960s-style cages found throughout the Wild Horse Saloon - we parted company for the evening, with the promise of my return the following afternoon for a party.

When the appointed time came on Friday, we were both running a few minutes late. No matter, as it only served to heighten the anticipation.  When Monet finally appeared in the parlor, we headed to the negotiation room without further delay. We quickly settled on a mutually acceptable price for an hour and a half together with some pool time included. During our initial party down at the CR, on an unusually hot early spring day in 2004, I had hoped to include some such time during our three hour session. But alas, their pool hadn't yet been opened for the
season (we substituted some indoor jacuzzi time instead). And on this trip, our CWMC group had not been able to use the Wild Horse's pool/spa area the previous evening due to frequent lightning from some rouge thunderstorms passing through the area. So I was anxious to check out the Wild Horse's pool in order to cool off from the 100 degree heat that had not yet loosened its grip on the Reno area.

Unfortunately, we hit a brief snag when I was informed that the Wild Horse no longer accepts American Express cards. Monet explained that it had something to do with them being an adult-oriented business and Amex having some tie with the Mormon church. I informed her that this particular tale was a debunked "urban legend" - American Express being a publicly traded company which does not discriminate against legal businesses who happen to be involved in adult entertainment. It is much more likely that the WHCR had simply made a business decision to stop accepting Amex cards due to other reasons (higher merchant fees, charge back policies, etc.) and perhaps just offered the all too often repeated Amex-Mormon fable as a convenient excuse to their customers. So I
reluctantly whipped out my MasterCard and paid for our party that way - without receiving the bonus frequent flyer miles I would have earned had I been able to use my Amex card as originally planned. Anyway, with the money
issue and the DC out of the way, we adjourned to the vacationing Donice's room (which Monet was borrowing on this visit).

Once there, we changed into our pool gear - I my "Speedo-style" trunks (naturally), and her a skimpy white thong. We put on robes and flip-flops and headed out into the bright, mid-day sun. One of the beauties of visiting a pool at a brothel is that bikini tops are entirely optional, and Monet did indeed go topless. Needless to say I thoroughly enjoyed the view! Being a native Floridian, she had no problem with the heat, but Nevada's low humidity can take its toll on unprotected skin. So she brought along plenty of moisturizers for us both and some coconut-scented oil with sunscreen for me. Applying these products to each other was a pleasure in itself as we spread out and relaxed together on the deck. After some stimulating conversation, we both decided to cool off and get wet. When the pool water itself proved a little chilly (perhaps a result of the previous night's rain), Monet moved over to the hot tub. Being a hardy Midwesterner, I was used to cooler waters so I remained in the main pool. After another twenty minutes or so of drying off in the sun, it was time to head back to the room for some carnal fun.

Stripping down to our birthday suits, we embraced lovingly and tenderly. I cannot tell you how much of a pleasure it is to be with a lady so much closer to my own height than most. While I love women of ALL heights, Monet is just the right size so that we fit so very well together. Soon we ended up on the bed, caressing and stimulating each
other's nude bodies and building our arousal. Of course I paid particular attention to her lovely, long nipples and sweet-tasting, sexy snatch. On went a condom while she admired my neatly groomed pubic region. Then
Monet devoured my thick cock, while she manually stimulated my smoothly shaved scrotum. We continued to give each other oral, switching into a 69 position. Before long, as we were both moaning with pleasure, it was time for intercourse. Sliding my shaft gently into her inviting pussy, Monet gasped with delight as she began to ride me. Later we switched into several other positions, and after many minutes of vigorous lovemaking, I came while thrusting deeply inside her. Collapsing beside her on the bed, we realized that I had filled the condom quite
nicely with my juices. Though it was my first party after having been in town for just over 48 hours, it was the company at hand that I'm sure caused such a voluminous eruption.

Monet lovingly cleaned my up, and I politely declined her offer of a shower since I was heading directly back to my hotel in town to change for that evening's CWMC banquet down in Carson City. So we then both dressed and walked back out the parlor to say our goodbye. After another hug it was time to head out, but with the promise of renewing our friendship at the earliest possible occasion. Paris/Monet is one of a few special courtesans who certainly lives up to the lavish praise she has been given by myself and others, a lady most certainly worthy of being mentioned with some of the all-time greats from Nevada's legal brothels. She is my 2005 Courtesan of the Year, and though some of you may not share my particular tastes or interests, you cannot go wrong in taking a tour with this extraordinary woman of beauty, grace, intelligence, and charm. But one final note of caution, she should perhaps come with a disclaimer: "Warning - Partying with Monet will result in extreme doses of sexual pleasure and as a result she must be considered to be highly addictive!"