My first experience with a sex prostitute came about when my chick was overseas. I had become a bit isolated since dating her, and I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself. As I was looking for addresses for escort agencies in the phone book – I sold then perfume and stockings, at the time, I came up with a bright idea.
I was also looking for the more local places, as I liked to keep fit by walking to as many places as I could and this idea hit me. Why don’t I call up and escort agency and instead of trying to flog to them, give them some of the money I had made back, by exchange of trade. In other words get myself a sex prostitutes.
I thought about my girlfriend and I decided, you know what a sex prostitute is actually the best idea. It’s just business, there are no emotional ties, I pay them for a fuck or whatever it is I want and wash my hands (and my cock) clean of the whole matter.
I didn’t think it was a good idea to phone one of the agencies I live close to and often sold good to, so I found one in the closest suburb and gave them a call. A appointment was duly made and I tarted (pun intended) myself up and off I went to hunt for hymen (figuratively speaking).
I am quite used to brothels from selling in them and it was simple for me to walk into this one and take a seat at the bar. I was immediately surrounded by girls, but I wanted to shop a bit, get the full experience so to speak.
I ordered a drink at the bar and got talking to a few of the girls, all of them asking me if I was looking for a date – I said yes of course.
I spoke to a few of the ladies and as I am a bit fussy about my ladies and like one with half a brain, I was looking for something a bit special. I lighted on one little girl who was very bright and bubbly, she also said she was working as a sex prostitute to fund her studies and that she was married. Said this was the perfect pro fession or her as her husband got turned on by the idea that other men fucked her.
I bought her a drink and then another, and we decided to go out to a club. We actually really hit it off, I liked listening to her raunchy stories, that was more of a turn on that actually fucking her. Its right what they say about sex being a head game.
It was too weird, but at the end of the night I took her back to the agency and paid her – no sex, other than a mind-fuck. But I also realised, that I, like her husband, had as bit of a fetish for hearing about sex, and not so much participating in the act bring on sex prostitutes.
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