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I thought it would be cool to have a thread where we could swap crazy stories about hookers we've seen in the past and I didn't think this really fit into the other threads.
Here's one from me:
Several years ago, I visited another city for work. Set up a meet with a well-reviewed pro hooker who was known in the area. A fairly higher-priced one, not a streetwalker. I find out people need a room card to make the elevator work, so I offer to meet her out someplace before we head back. She mentioned there's a bar in the hotel, so let's meet there. Seemed fine, so we set a time and she asks me what I'd like her to wear. I ask her to wear business attire like she's going to a business meeting, so it looks like she's a colleague or someone I'm meeting for civvie business purposes and she says "good idea".
The bar is pretty empty, only a handful of people there. I'm waiting and she walks in looking like every streetwalker stereotype you've ever seen on a made for TV movie. She has a fucking fur coat on and hasn't removed her nose and eyebrow piercings. Sees me and sits down and she's nice, but holy shit was I uncomfortable. Everyone else in the bar is staring because they knew immediately she was a hooker. The thing is, I can tell talking to her she's not stupid so to this day I don't know if she did it to fuck with me or was actually clueless. Anyway, after a couple drinks we head upstairs and fuck and it's not amazing but not bad. Paid and said goodbye and decided then and there I'd never meet another hooker in a public place.
Yeah, I had this petite dance student from Columbia show up at my loft office building in hot pants and a T-shirt (no bra) that said "Daddy's Little Girl. " I told her that I appreciated the gesture, but that she could dress more modestly next time. I had already attracted attention from the horny drunk security guard who had asked me a lot of questions about this knock-out pro with nice bolt-ons who had previously stopped by.
Chicago 41.
Great idea.
Ok I've got a few but this is similar to urs.
So there is a well known provider here in Chicago I've been seeing for yrs.
I see her at her place and she always has something easy to take off or sweats.
Ok one day I find out she has a partner and I'm ready for my first threesome.
But I have to pick her And friend up at a hotel near Schaumburg and.
We drive to ohare apparently one of her dates made a deal that while he.
Was at his business meeting she could use the room.
So I pick then up they both walk out wearing what can only be describes as.
1970's NY Hooker look complete w / high heel platform white shoes.
Halter tops and fringe to make the look.
I first thought that maybe they were shooting a movie.
Nope. Well we drive to a well known hotel I'm freaking thinking I could go thru the.
Lobby and run into someone like a co-worker.
So I tell them to make sure the room is ok and I'll go up after.
As a post note. The next time I was at her place I paid attention to her wardrobe and.
No those were her clothes.
Member #6282
08-09-20, 13:05
Just banged an 18 year old from seeking a few times, meet number 1 had me smoking weed in the hotel and getting paranoid. Her profile said 18 but to be sure I requested she bring her license up so I could verify (this didn't happen). I said lets go to your car and check it out. Now she is a bit taller than me and in very short daisy dukes showing off those hot, long and youthful legs (belly shirt as well, but not in a fun cute teenage way, little more trashy tbh). Suppose I didn't need to go down with her but in a way wanted to make sure she wasn't going to leave on me as I paid for the room and she was, it turned out, a hot 18 year old (had turned 18 just 4 months prior to the first time I saw her). Had to go by the lobby (3 star hotel) a few times under glaring stares but was all worth it in the end. After a few meets, she now wants me to wear a rubber. We'll see, I do miss her head game. And I'm almost 40, not getting any younger.
HanginBalls
08-09-20, 17:00
This is not a "pro"! A while back I picked up this semi-cute, kinda full-figured 35 yr old from a pub in a Chicago blue collar area. Her outgoing personality and her huge knockers drew me in! After a few hours of knockin' some down and a few laughs she says," Well, your a good talker, what else can your mouth do"?
Off to her place and in no time I'm between her thick-thighed legs eating her hairy snatch. She can't seem to get "there" and asks me to straddle her face so she can get me "there"! I forgot to add she has a breat, big German shepard! I sit on her tits and she gives me a half-hearted blow job. After a few the b / j starts getting more intense and I'm about ready to blow. She's really getting into it and starts screaming," I'm cumming! I'm cumming" That sends me off the deep end and I blow on her face!! I feel her kicking her legs and I hear a yelp! She was kicking her dog off of her! The dog walks back with his tongue sticking out and a doggy "hard-on"! She yells," No more" and Rover leaves the room. I stood there in shock as shewas licking off the rest of my jizz off her face. Then I hear, " That dog's been the best purchase I ever made" I eased off the bed, got dressed and asked her," Do you let the dog fuck you"? She says," No! What do you think I am, sick".
Clinical results came back negative for rabies.
Good ones. I think these women lose perspective sometimes.
I always wanted to get this one off my chest. Since she seems to be retired I will share this story now.
So I'm sure many of you remember Cindy at King Spa in Oak Park. So my first time there she lets me in and immediately I recognize her, but I can't place where from. So I just figured I knew her from another spa. So the first session goes pretty good and I continued to be a loyal customer. So about my 5th or 6th visit, she lets me in and immediately starts saying over and over, "I remember you. ". I figured she just remembered me from my previous visits. She then proceeds to give me one of the best sessions I ever had. She started with the table shower and cut my toe nails then she strip and took me to the stand up shower for a mutual shower. Then she gave me a BBBJ in the shower room, took me back to the room and gave me a great massage rubbing her naked body all over me, then let me fuck her twice. Before I left, she gave me a big kiss and whispered in my ear, "I always wanted your dick".
So fast forward about 2 weeks, her shop gets busted. I'm reading about the arrest in the newspaper, and they give her real name and the street and block she lives on. Right there is when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew exactly where I knew her from, and it wasn't a spa. Around 2004 or 2005 3 of my friends lived on the same block as her, about 2 or 3 houses down. We used to do a lot of partying there, especially in the summer, and she and her husband would often stop by and shoot the shit with us for a minute or two. I couldn't believe it, it was her, just now she had huge bolt ons that she didn't have before.
Good ones. I think these women lose perspective sometimes.Some girls get that GPS attitude and think they're all that. It's the humble girls that are the most fun.
Great idea to share these stories, mine is kind of funny.
Set up an appointment with an agency I know and trust. The face of the girl I picked was blurred for her privacy, but I had the rest of the description memorized. 5'3", 115 lbs, 22 years old, shoulder-length brown hair, nice little body. The hotel was one of those that needs a key-card for the elevator, so the booker told me she'd come down to get me and she knew what I was wearing.
So, a couple of minutes later the elevator opened, gal saw me lurking and waved me in. She was cute and friendly, and looked just like her description. Normally I exchange names when I meet a new girl just to confirm, but we had to be very discrete in the hotel public areas and I had no reason to suspect she wasn't who I thought. To be honest, she was so damn cute most of the blood in my brain was already being re-routed, as well. Got to the room and she apologized for not having the clothing request I asked for. Wait, I didn't make any request like that. I said "you are Crystal, right?" No, she was "Abby". So she called her booker, and then told me "you're in the wrong place". If we hadn't figured it out, I'd have been in the really "wrong place" soon, wink wink, nudge, nudge. So we hustled back down to the lobby, where we found MY girl waiting and another monger lurking way off in the shadows. My phone is blowing up with my booker trying to reach me, so I let him know we got it all sorted out. Had a good laugh all around, but now I want to meet with that other girl too. My guy told me later (he knows her booker) that the girl I almost went with just started in the biz and that was her first ever escort experience. I hope we didn't scar her for life, but she seemed pretty calm about it all so I guess she was cool.
Many many years ago, maybe 15, there was this post on CL for this visiting girl named scarlett ohara. Very good looking and I set up a meet. Get to the hotel and she is just delightful. Southern accent - 19 yrs old. Good sized naturals that ride high and a few minutes in and dfk leading to BBBJ and then I go down on her. She goes nuts. Thanks me profusely. More licking and rubbing and next thing I know I am into her raw. Oh well, already there so we have a great time. She is in from Fla she says. I see her twice more that week. She e mails me when she is coming back to town. I see her at least twice each visit. She gets knocked up, has a kid and then she's back. So I am on top fucking her with a big smile on my face and she whispers if I tell you something will you promise not to get mad? Sure I say. She says remember when I met I told you I was nineteen? Yes. Well I just had my 18th birthday a few weeks ago, I was sixteen the first times that we met. I never came so hard and fast in my life.
Ok I've always wanted to get this off my chest.
This is back in the backpage days I was in Minneapolis my 2 regulars were both unavailable well I had money in my pockets so I went dial a date this MILF type pops up for the first time She comes over. I can't remember it too much so wasn't memorable.
About a month or so I get a FB friend request from her I didn't recognize her at first so ignored it.
I keeps popping up and I go into her profile and it hits me who she was. OMG. I freak cause she is newly pregnant.
I continue to monitor her profile and find out some guy knocked her up which seemed code for client they way it was written.
I figured she was going to abort but no I do some research and find out she just got out of jail after a year. Appertently she was Caring for and fucking a handicap old man. Her bf and her decide to rob him beat the crap out of him. So that's who I'm dealing w /.
A month or so later I'm on a family vacation all I remember was being an ass to my family worried that I f'ed up our lives.
So I continue to monitor her for months wondering when she's going to call.
Then when the baby arrived. I was relieved knowing that it wasn't mine.
Talk about a long time in misery.
Great idea to share these stories, mine is kind of funny.
Set up an appointment with an agency I know and trust. The face of the girl I picked was blurred for her privacy, but I had the rest of the description memorized. 5'3", 115 lbs, 22 years old, shoulder-length brown hair, nice little body. The hotel was one of those that needs a key-card for the elevator, so the booker told me she'd come down to get me and she knew what I was wearing.
So, a couple of minutes later the elevator opened, gal saw me lurking and waved me in. She was cute and friendly, and looked just like her description. Normally I exchange names when I meet a new girl just to confirm, but we had to be very discrete in the hotel public areas and I had no reason to suspect she wasn't who I thought. To be honest, she was so damn cute most of the blood in my brain was already being re-routed, as well. Got to the room and she apologized for not having the clothing request I asked for. Wait, I didn't make any request like that. I said "you are Crystal, right?" No, she was "Abby". So she called her booker, and then told me "you're in the wrong place". If we hadn't figured it out, I'd have been in the really "wrong place" soon, wink wink, nudge, nudge. So we hustled back down to the lobby, where we found MY girl waiting and another monger lurking way off in the shadows. My phone is blowing up with my booker trying to reach me, so I let him know we got it all sorted out. Had a good laugh all around, but now I want to meet with that other girl too. My guy told me later (he knows her booker) that the girl I almost went with just started in the biz and that was her first ever escort experience. I hope we didn't scar her for life, but she seemed pretty calm about it all so I guess she was cool.That could have been a great opportunity for a foursome with complete strangers!
PhilMendel
08-12-20, 11:08
Back in the day. Rose ran a service downtown with a lot of smoking hot women. Me and a buddy order a couple girls and 2 show up at my office Downtown. One young girl, 20 something cute girl next door and one super hot, fit 30+ girl. Older one had been in Playboy as a "Hollywood stunt woman". They were an hour or so late and my friend is drunk by now and taps out after about 10 minutes. I get both girls for the next hour. Great fun, girl-girl action. I got double teamed by two hotties. That was when I could still go a few rounds!
I should have called this thread Penthouse Forum LOL.
Call Me Slappy
08-12-20, 11:59
Last Fall I decided it was time to get my fat ass down to a reasonable weight, so I started the Keto diet. There's one thing that happens a few days after you go keto called the "keto flu. " Basically you get stupid as fuck, so I thought it was the perfect time to meet with one of the 530 girls.
Confirmed time and length of appointment, and location, or so I thought, at a Hyatt.
So, I leave the office, Head swimming from keto flu and blood deprivation, and head to the Hyatt. Zip past the front desk nose in phone and empty computer bag over my shoulder. Get up to the room and knock, no answer. Knock again, still no answer. WTF? Text booker mad as hell, I'm here, she's not answering. I get text back she doesn't see you through spy hole. WTF, she blind? I finally pull a thought together and ask for address again.
Booker sends address and full name. Oh. Shit. I went to the Hyatt House, incall was a Hyatt Place 5 minutes away. Shit.
So I spent 5 minutes knocking on the door of a (luckily) empty room in the wrong hotel.
But, I did zip over to correct place, apologized profusely to the lovely trashy Eastern Euro who happily dispensed with the lame massage and went straight to a nice BBBJ 69. One of the better nuts I had in a while.
But what a way to get there!
PyroPreach
08-12-20, 14:42
Last Fall I decided it was time to get my fat ass down to a reasonable weight, so I started the Keto diet. There's one thing that happens a few days after you go keto called the "keto flu. " Basically you get stupid as fuck, so I thought it was the perfect time to meet with one of the 530 girls.
Confirmed time and length of appointment, and location, or so I thought, at a Hyatt.
So, I leave the office, Head swimming from keto flu and blood deprivation, and head to the Hyatt. Zip past the front desk nose in phone and empty computer bag over my shoulder. Get up to the room and knock, no answer. Knock again, still no answer. WTF? Text booker mad as hell, I'm here, she's not answering. I get text back she doesn't see you through spy hole. WTF, she blind? I finally pull a thought together and ask for address again.
Booker sends address and full name. Oh. Shit. I went to the Hyatt House, incall was a Hyatt Place 5 minutes away. Shit.
So I spent 5 minutes knocking on the door of a (luckily) empty room in the wrong hotel.
But, I did zip over to correct place, apologized profusely to the lovely trashy Eastern Euro who happily dispensed with the lame massage and went straight to a nice BBBJ 69. One of the better nuts I had in a while.
But what a way to get there!Although I was not on Keto at the time and it was out of state- and the two different hyatts where across the street from each other. I had this exact experience. I managed to pick the wrong hotel and basically spent 10 minutes awkwardly in the wrong hotel. Ended up across the street finally and got an amazing blowjob as the chick was laughing at me about it all and ended up way more relaxed and playful then I think would have otherwise.
Are these over in Schaumburg? If yes, I know exactly which ones you're talking about. I've been to both and more than one person has told me that people get these two mixed up all the time. Luckily it hasn't happened to me yet!
Last Fall I decided it was time to get my fat ass down to a reasonable weight, so I started the Keto diet. There's one thing that happens a few days after you go keto called the "keto flu. " Basically you get stupid as fuck, so I thought it was the perfect time to meet with one of the 530 girls.
Confirmed time and length of appointment, and location, or so I thought, at a Hyatt.
So, I leave the office, Head swimming from keto flu and blood deprivation, and head to the Hyatt. Zip past the front desk nose in phone and empty computer bag over my shoulder. Get up to the room and knock, no answer. Knock again, still no answer. WTF? Text booker mad as hell, I'm here, she's not answering. I get text back she doesn't see you through spy hole. WTF, she blind? I finally pull a thought together and ask for address again.
Booker sends address and full name. Oh. Shit. I went to the Hyatt House, incall was a Hyatt Place 5 minutes away. Shit.
So I spent 5 minutes knocking on the door of a (luckily) empty room in the wrong hotel.
But, I did zip over to correct place, apologized profusely to the lovely trashy Eastern Euro who happily dispensed with the lame massage and went straight to a nice BBBJ 69. One of the better nuts I had in a while.
But what a way to get there!
HanginBalls
08-13-20, 01:29
A while back I was to meet this 20 sumhin thru an agency. I hadn't been laid in a week and was to busy with work to even jack off! I had some free time and wanted to bang a buxom blonde!! Called UP, dressed UP set up and went to meet UP. Knuckled her door and a no-show UP! Rattled the door a few more times and I was fed UP! Banged on the door angrily because I thought I was set UP! I was about to leave when a diminutive middle-aged lady opened the door and said,"What's UP"I yelped," This is fucked UP"! She asked discerningly," Why are you banging on my door and why are you UPset" I decided to fess UP and told her I had a date with an Upscale escort and I guess this night was a fuck UP! She UPologized then asked," You are a good looking guy. (she glanced at my crotch) and added," and you've got a nice bod! Why the hell do you need an escort" I replied, " I caught my wife another guy (actually two) and at that point we decided to have an open marriage (well somewhat)"! Again, I caught this Gilf scanning me. Let me describe this lady to you (Mary). She's about 5 foot tall, maybe 95 #'s with short, red hair, blue eyes. She has lost some tone in her legs, and through her robe she seemed to have breasts seemed natural, large and voluptuous (definitely out of proportion to the rest of her body). She asked me how I felt about her cheating on me. I took a deep breath and anwered," Actually, it's kinda relieving! Our sessions took 2-3 hours and she wouldn't reach her first orgasm until the first hour"! Mary yelped," Two. Three hours?? I'm lucky if I get 20 minutes!! Why so long" I replied," My wife likes oral sex, LOT'S of it" She stared at me curiously and uttered "oral sex, huh? She kept staring at me so I parted my lips and slowly exhibited my tongue. She said, I can see why your wife would enjoy it. "! At this point, we were still standing, but I was inside her room. I also noticed her robe had slightly opened and yes, her breasts were well rounded and ample! My phone rang. It was the agency asking me where I was at? I told them I was on the third floor of the Hilton Suites. They told me I was supposed to be at the Hilton Garden! I told them I'd be on my way. I looked at Mary and Mary discouraged looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders when Mary said, Well, you can go see your escort or you can stay with me"!
2 b cont.
I was visiting a beautiful Asian spinner who was touring Chicago in 2016 at her River North hotel suite. It was late winter, the sky was a bit cloudy so she had her drapes open to let in a little light. I didn't care, hell we were on the seventh floor, who could even see us? The session was great, as usual, starting with some of the world's best head and eventually moving to mish and my favorite, doggy style. I was enjoying pounding her delicious little ass when suddenly the window washer guy swung down on his harness and began cleaning her windows. She kept going but I had to stop although he did his best to keep cleaning those windows. Fortunately there was a private corner in her suite where we could finish in a bit of privacy. After we finished satisfying each other, we had a good laugh while we were dressing, a one of a kind experience for sure.
Chicago Istp
08-13-20, 17:28
So this happened not too long ago actually.
I saw an agency girl (who is still active, but I won't disclose who she is and have not reviewed her either) based on her good looking pictures and good reviews. When I walked in, she did what they usually do when they stand behind the door as they open it. I turn to look at her, and we both immedately recognize each other. Our families are friends, and while we've never really spoken too much, I've seen her at a lot of weddings, funerals, etc. I'm in my mid-20's, and she's between 30-31. So growing up as a kid and in my teens, she was always in the age group that didn't interact much with "the kids. ".
The weird thing is, I never thought much of her in terms of looks, since she was pretty plain in person. But seeing her in this lingerie and how great het body was. Man.
It was definitely awkward for us, and we both made sure we'll never speak of it to anyone, and agreed to proceed.
I was single at the time, and I became enamoured with her. I saw her every chance I could. Eventually, I got a girlfriend, but I was still active in the hobby, and saw her mostly. One day, there was another wedding, and my gf tagged along. The escort walks up to introduce herself to my gf at some point in the night.
That became too real for me, and I haven't seen her since. My then GF (we've broken up since for unrealated reasons) didn't catch on, but I didn't appreciate the escort doing that.
PghTraveler
08-14-20, 00:32
I went to the famed Market Street Cinema in SF in 2001, which I had read all sorts of things about. If you don't know about it, it was just a brothel in an old-fashioned movie house in what was then a super sketchy area that is now totally gentrified. They famously paid off everyone in the city, and it's kind of amazing that it lasted as long as it did. Same with Mitchell Bros Theater.
I was totally new to the hobby and had no sense. So of course I went with the first girl who hit me up, who in all fairness was a cute petite Latina. We went into the back and did the $20 lapdance followed by "do you want a little more" plus the trip to the ATM and paying off the bouncer. But the thing I'll always remember is that when she pulled my pants down, she took a large sheet of paper towel, ripped a hole in it, and put it on my lap and pulled my covered dick through the hole. It was the most unerotic experience I've ever had, and I've fucked mamasans in MPs with the smell of kimchi burning my nose. Haunts me to this day.
HanginBalls
08-14-20, 05:02
Mary slid her tongue around her lips and lowered her robe showing enormous cleavage! Her wink sealed the deal and we were sipping wine at the coffee table. She knew about my situation and I asked about hers. She said she has been married 38 years to an account rep. He was very successful. She is an account rep and was on trip to close a deal. She seemed successful as well with her perfectly done mani / pedi. I inquired about her sex life and she said it was fine in the beginning, but has been waning off lately. I asked her if she ever cheated before and she said," Well, outside of my vibrators, no"! She said hubby was a good lover but lacked length. He had the girth but sometimes wanted more depth. I asked her why she was dressed in lingerie (was she expecting somebody? She said she was planning on going to sleep with a little "assistance"! She nodded towards the bed and I noticed a collection of toys! One was particularly large with plenty of length (10 "s) and girth! I asked her which one was her favorite and she walked over and brought back a five inch, slim vibby. She sauntered back grazing her soft hands on my neck. She straddled the chair exposing her Amazonian Bush through her panties. She pulled the chair closer and straddled her legs onto my shoulders. She then began the ascent with her vibrator through her panties. She asked me if I wouldn't mind kissing her feet. She placed her petite (size 5) feet on my face and I began suckling her soles. The small but powerful disappeared inside her fiery, red Bush! She massaged my dick through my pants with one foot while I worshipped the other. Mary's left hand found her breast and was vigorously pinching her nipple through the fabric! Her foot was now gliding UP my shaft as she squealed in delight! She was in ecstacy and was demanding something larger! She withdrew the cream drenched vibby and reached for a seven inch and fairly thick dildo! She ripped off her panties and screamed, " G-d. I need a big cock now" She replaced her feet in my mouth and cock and slowly entered the dilly inside her. She was having trouble getting in a good position so she asked me to join her in the bed. She disrobed entirely and what a sight of her glorious breasts! They must've been a DDD and on such a small frame even bigger!! Her nipples were short butt thick and stood proud from her brown, silver dollar size areolas! She laid on her back with dilly in hand and asked me if I wud do her a favor. She looked at my groin and I took the cue. I teasingly pulled down my trousers. Mary looked in anticipation as I lowered them to her satisfaction. I stopped half-way and Mary smiled said,"More" I nodded no and Mary slid the dilly back in her as she glared at my swollen cock dying to release itself! She gripped my partially exposed cock with one hand while furiously fucking herself with the dildo! She begged for more cock as she bucked in ecstacy experiencing an explosive orgasm!!
Mary was still in ecstacy as she grabbed her oversize dildo (9 inches and quite thick)! She slid the dildo in her mouth preparing for entry into her love canal! Mary had cheated and pulled my cock from my trousers. "Holy lawd", she cried "You definitely ddnt get cheated in the endowment dept"! "How big are you" How big do you think I am" I quipped. Don't play with me young man? She barked I still teased till she placed the dilly along side my rod. It towered over the dilly! She extended her middle finger above the dilly to meet the tip of my cock. She kept her middle finger exended flicking me off in jest. "Dawling, give me the pleasure" as she spread her legs pushing my body between them. "I want to fuck, but I also want to be made love too"! Mary pulled me in closer aswe entwined in a DFK. Her tongue though small was silky smooth and talented. I swelled fully and my rod gently caressed her inner folds. She flinched as her tongue explored my mouth fervently! She then reached underneath and guided the tip of my cock between her moist labias! She moaned as she rubbed the tip along and around her clitoris! She arched her back and moaned feverishly as she slid my throbber deep inside her! I was a good seven inches inside when she started biting my tongue, shoulders, neck and nipples! She begged me to pinch her nipples as she let out a loud moan and a massive orgasm!! Her nails dug into my back, her mouth still clamped to my shoulders Mary was convulsing continuously!! I was at the point and Mary propped her hands on my chest and told me to cum inside her! I trusted hard. Mary stopped me from going much deeper than 8"'s but I kept the pace! She kept pace with me and warned me of another orgasm! "My G-d! I've never been so filled in my life! You're stretching me out" I was a good ten inches inside her and I warned Mary "I was cumming"! She said," One more minute baby! Let me join you".
2 b cont.
First, back in 2007 I am working in Elk Grove. On my drive home I find Higgins Spa. I got out of work late one night and decided to give it a try. As usual with me, once I'm committed to walking in the door I don't turn back. That's my problem. The place was a dump. The staff wasn't even trying to fix it up with a plastic plant or artwork on the walls. Mammasan greeted me? No, it was the MT. Did I mention I was committed? Massage was just OK, but the room was just as bad as the lobby, the music was Asian but speaker system made it sound like it was coming from a bug. Worst yet, the florescent lighting kept flickering and making a crackling sound. At this point dim lights would have been appreciated. MT rubs my crotch from behind, flips me over and proceeds to give me the most mechanical HJ I ever got. As I was leaving I asked myself how they could possibly stay in business. Remarkably they did for at least another 2 years.
Second horror story. Last fall I'm on Listcrawler, in the 40 up section. I come across Missy. Pictures showed a plump but pleasant looking woman who sounded as if she would give me a nice, relaxing experience. I called, she screened me. She didn't sound "Euro" at all, but plain midwestern American. We agree to meet at an address in Mt. Prospect. Turned out to be a tiny little office building with tiny little offices. She sees me pull up through the window and calls, making sure I park in a certain spot only. I go to the door and it opens a crack, I walk in. Surprise! Not plump, but outright bordering on obese. Office is a total, total dump with a dumpy little cot to go with it. She makes small talk, tells me to get undressed and lie down. She puts on a pair of medical gloves and proceeds to oil up my dick, then proceeds to try, and fail, to get me off by talking dirty. First, I hate dirty talk. Second, it wasn't even good. She's sitting between my legs and giving orders like a drill sergeant. "Put your leg over here! Now bend it. No, not like that. Let me tell you what I did with my lesbo girlfriend. I'm going in now. Do you feel that? Why didn't you cum when I stuck my finger up your ass? I'll make you cum this time! Ready? Here we go. ".
Did I mention I was committed?
Never, ever again.
LittleMan65
08-14-20, 18:08
Twenty years ago (or so). I had a business trip to Calgary and thought I'd treat myself to one of the local strip clubs after a longs days work.
As an interesting aside--the Canadians really seemed to love those Loonies ($1 coin). So for the shoe show, instead of showering the girls in dollar bills, the goal was to try to land one of those coins on the girls titties. I thought it was odd--but, followed along. Now, I'm thinking about a bunch of drunk guys tossing large coins at the talent.
Anyway, as I left the establishment, I was approached by a couple of professionals and agreed to take one to my room for $xxx (don't remember the exact amount). Once to the room I handed over the cash to the girl and she proceeded to run down the menu and upcharges! The $xxx was only to get her to my room. My biggest lesson learned from the start of my mongering days--always negotiate the services / costs BEFORE giving over the cash. Oh, well. At least I had enough left in my wallet to get a decent BJ out of the deal--she was even kind enough to pull out her Canadian Mountains for me to view as she sucks the cum from my prick.
HanginBalls
08-15-20, 12:11
First, back in 2007 I am working in Elk Grove. On my drive home I find Higgins Spa. I got out of work late one night and decided to give it a try. As usual with me, once I'm committed to walking in the door I don't turn back. That's my problem. The place was a dump. The staff wasn't even trying to fix it up with a plastic plant or artwork on the walls. Mammasan greeted me? No, it was the MT. Did I mention I was committed? Massage was just OK, but the room was just as bad as the lobby, the music was Asian but speaker system made it sound like it was coming from a bug. Worst yet, the florescent lighting kept flickering and making a crackling sound. At this point dim lights would have been appreciated. MT rubs my crotch from behind, flips me over and proceeds to give me the most mechanical HJ I ever got. As I was leaving I asked myself how they could possibly stay in business. Remarkably they did for at least another 2 years.
Second horror story. Last fall I'm on Listcrawler, in the 40 up section. I come across Missy. Pictures showed a plump but pleasant looking woman who sounded as if she would give me a nice, relaxing experience. I called, she screened me. She didn't sound "Euro" at all, but plain midwestern American. We agree to meet at an address in Mt. Prospect..Met her at her incall in Mt. Pros probably 2013. A bit of a plumper so she must've lost some weight. Answered door in crotchless panties and bra with a hole exposing her nipples. In her defense, I will say she is attractive. The downside: Closed lip kissing, told me not to suck to hard on her nipples. Told me to lay down on mattress in living room and undress. No massage, just wrapped me up for an uninspiring CBJ. No play on her hairy pussy! Ten minute h / j and asked me if I was ready to cum! Humphed when I asked 4 ass play. Puton glove and roughly dug in. She got frustrated after a few minutes, so I forced my orgasm! Pulled the kitchen glove off and threw it in disgust!
1 x 8 for hour. Gone in 20 minutes. Asked her for more. She said,"One pop per visit"! No way in hell I would repeat!
I had a similar and horrible time with her. I couldn't even cum she so turned me off.
On a more pleasant note. Several years ago I see this ad for a massage and she looked good. I wind up going to her house and she takes me to the bedroom and I then spent the next 90 minutes having the time of my life. She was very attractive and sexy. Short with a good body and nips that just made me nuts. Within ten minutes we went from massage to defk, daty, BBBJ and BBFS. I was in love. I used to see her on and off over a year or two. Over time, she tells me hubby is in jail and 5 year old is with her sister. Ok. Soon we are talking a lot and I learn that hubby was in some immunity discussions with feds. Over this period of time she moves two times. Our sessions become three holer. Finally she complains one day that some reporter wrote about her. She gives me the web site and turns our hubby was in one of the mob gangs that the feds have been busting up over the last several years. She was references as a mob princess. The thought that while I was blasting inside her one of the boys might be wiring up my car outside gave me a perverse thrill. I always asked her if he was still in jail before I went over there. I found out later that daughter, who was then 7 or 8 was actually in her bedroom while I was doing mama. Finally about a year or two ago, she wants to meet, which she would notify me of such intention by sending me a nude photo of herself, and I reply that I was short of cash. She gets pissed and throws up that I had gone on vacation with my wife a few weeks ago. I just said in another week or two. A few days later, my cell (burner line) rings in the middle of the night. I just reach over and click to cancel. It was her number. I tell wife it was a junk caller. Next morning check the message and she is clearly drunk and spewing that I am a cheap jew bastard and she is going to call my wife and I don't. Blah blah blah. I text her and gently ask her what is wrong with her. She sends me a rambling text basically reiterating the rambling call. So with a sigh of giving up great pussy I block her from my cell and can add her number to my home line block list and never heard back from her. I haven't see any of her ads in about a year or more. This just reinforces the concept that pussy always comes with a price. I dodged the bullet. Both figuratively as well as literally. Really. Hubby was in with the big time bent nose boys.
HanginBalls
08-15-20, 12:33
This was not a pro when I met her. She eventually became one due to hard times:
A while back I picked up a 30 something yr old broad from a meat market bar. Average height, skinny with small boobs, but a great ass and legs! Naked her ass was untoned. Great kisser and phenomenal BBBJ! Huge pussy lips and a clit that would make some guys envious! Fucked her doggie and her ass puckered and gaped! Finished in her puss and basically took off. On the way out I did notice a collection of big toys. She called me the next night and asked 4 a repeat performance. Walked around the back of her building to go thru patio door. Saw that bedroom light was on and shade slightly open, so I peeked through the window. There she was! Laying naked on the bed with two huge dildos in her! One in her puss and the other up her ass!! Watched for a few till she bucked in orgasm! Pulled the big dildo from her puss and deep throat it clean! Threw it on the floor, then pulled the huge dildo out of her ass (It must've been 14"'s long)! Then the inevitable happened! She deep throated her shit-ladened dildo so deep you could see her throat bulge from the head! She sucked on it for a few minutes and then I heard her say, " Where the f*ck is that guy".
Needless to say, I did not enter her premises!
I was visiting a beautiful Asian spinner who was touring Chicago in 2016 at her River North hotel suite. It was late winter, the sky was a bit cloudy so she had her drapes open to let in a little light. I didn't care, hell we were on the seventh floor, who could even see us? The session was great, as usual, starting with some of the world's best head and eventually moving to mish and my favorite, doggy style. I was enjoying pounding her delicious little ass when suddenly the window washer guy swung down on his harness and began cleaning her windows. She kept going but I had to stop although he did his best to keep cleaning those windows. Fortunately there was a private corner in her suite where we could finish in a bit of privacy. After we finished satisfying each other, we had a good laugh while we were dressing, a one of a kind experience for sure.LOL LOL LOL!
This happened to me once about 15 years ago. Only it wasn't with a provider, it was a girl I worked with. We were at bar and decided to get a room at one of those cheap hotels on Ogden. (both married at the time, now both divorced).
Fast forward. I'm balls deep, and I see something move out of the corner of my eye. Yep. Dude was out cleaning the windows. He did his best to act like he didn't notice.
Also, these stories are great! Keep them coming.
HanginBalls
08-15-20, 23:18
I was at a sleep over at my buddy's house. This was the time when Speedo's were prevalent! I was twelve at the time and started thinking about women and walked around with a hard-on all the time! We were in the pool one evening and Mrs. **** called us in for lunch. Mrs. **** was 38 yrs. Old with raven hair and a saggy body. She was about 5'8", 145 #'s, with 38 D's. She was not that good looking, but had a sexy, frustrated look to her. This was a time where shaved pussies were not in style and you could tell Mrs. **** had a full-on Bush! She would wear a one piece and it looked like she was packing underneath there. At times I would catch her glimpsing at my crotch from time to time. At our age we were curious about our anatomies (like all of us) and would inspect our organs. I'm not trying to be vulgar, but I was 7 3/4 inches at this time (6"s soft). It was dinner time and Mrs. **** called us in to eat. Mrs. **** was wearing a white one piece and you cud see the outline of her big, dark areolas through her top. You could also see her pubic area with a slight view of her pubes poking outside the hem-line. She caught me staring at her and I became erect! I was hesitant to get out of the pool, but Mrs. **** urged me on. I quickly got out of the pool and Mrs. **** glared at my crotch! We caught eyes and I covered my private area. I didn't want to walk in with my hands on my crotch, so I removed them. I noticed Mrs. ****'s nipples were poking through the fabric. To this day they are the biggest nipples I have ever seen and added to my nipple fetish! Mrs. **** took one more look, smirked and we walked to the kitchen.
We were served grill cheese sandwiches and when we were done were told to go in my buddies bedroom to play for a bit and then time for bed. Around 10 oclock she came in and told us to get ready for bed. We crashed and about 11 oclock I had to take a pee. After I finished, I walked past her room and heard her on the phone. The door was slightly open and I cud see her in a white nightie with her big, brown nipples poking through and her massive Bush poking above the pantie line! I scooted behind the door to eve's drop on the conversation. She was talking about her new boyfriend (He was G-d awful ugly) and how her sex-life was unsatisfactory with him. She said he was good in bed, but he lacked the equipment to fully satisfy her. I heard 4 1/2 inches and heard," I wish he was lucky my ex. 7 1/2 inches" I gasped and Mrs. **** must've heard me see you she told her g / f to hold on! I was scared stiff (literally)! She swung the door open and loudly whispered," What are you doing here" She pulled me into her room and again asked, " What was I doing"? I was stifled and staring at her tits! She looked down at my crotch and said, "OMG" My cock was sticking out of the hole of my crotch and waving proudly!! "Put that thing back in your pajamas", she demanded!! I had to lower my bottoms because I was too hard to push it through the hole. So, I lowered my pants to my knees and quickly slid my bottoms up covering my cock, but not my bulge! I was hard as a rock and Mrs. **** stared at it in a shocked silence! I couldn't take it anymore! I was so hard I was in pain!! I pulled back down my bottoms and placed my hand firmly on my cock. Mrs. **** stood like a statue. Instinct took over and I began stroking off!! Precum was oozing off onto the floor! Barbara yelled, "Shit" then placed her hands underneath my head to prevent it from ruining her new carpet. She placed her hand on my mouth because I was moaning loudly. Her arm underneath my stiffy to catch my load. I stared at her tits which were rock hard and at least one inch poking through the nightie!! I put my left hand on her shoulder to brace myself. She still had her hand covering my mouth. I felt my balls skim through her hand and I couldn't take it any more!! A muffled scream and I ejected several ropes of cum! Fisrt on her forearm, then I heard her say," Shit! You're cumming on my nightie"! I ejaculated for the better part of a minute then I collapsed on her cum drenched body! She held me in her arms while I recuperated. It took me a few to regain my senses. When I did she placed me on her bed and told me," Don't move"! I got to see her saggy yet tear drop ass as she took off her nightie, threw a robe on headed to the bathrrom. A few minutes later she came back with a warm towel. She cleaned my thighs, legs and balls. I then had my first touch of a woman as she firmly squeezed my flaccid cock and squeezed out the rest of my jizz onto the cloth! She threw the cloth away, grabbed me by my chin and said, " You don't tell anyone about what just happened!! You don't tell my sons, your friends and especially you parents! Do you understand me?! Do you understand me?! Do you understand me" I obediently nodded my head. Barbara then took me by my hand, guided me to the door. I stopped at the door and gazed at her. I was trying to take in what happened. Barb leaned in and kissed me on the cheek "Good night"!
I was at a sleep over at my buddy's house. and loudly whispered,"what happened. Is anyone else bored with these STORIES yet? I know I am.
This was in 2013. She appears to be active so I won't list her name. Took a chance on a goth looking chick. Did no screening. See her at a kind of run down place in Evanston. Turned out well kinky as all hell and was down for most anything. She didn't want you to cum in her as the rubber was her only protection. Wanted you to cum on her face instead so that was cool. Two pops, a little anal, tried a golden shower but not a lot in there.
Made a second appointment. I showed up at her place and she had the full hooker look. Heels, stockings bra and panties. She says to me, "don't freak out but my dad is here. Its cool. " I look across the front room and here is this poor old bastard in a wheelchair and on oxygen. Has an almost ongoing smokers hack, clearly in real bad shape. She goes over to him and says, "daddy this my friend John and we're going up to my room to play for a while. " Up we go and pretty much a repeat. She did open a window so her sex noises would go out the window. Finished the first round and she said was pretty full if I wanted a shower. We go naked to the bathroom, she almost drowns me and I have fair amount for her. He had to have seen us in the hallway. Back for round two. A little anal and another shot on the face.
Getting dressed I ask her what's going on. Said her dad was at the VA. She tried to get him out once a week. They were going to get ice cream and go to a movie after I was gone. On my out he was kind of stuck and I helped left him over a half step. The look a sheer anger from him is something I won't forget. He was also only 7 or 8 years older than me.
To her credit she was being a good daughter. Just a weird situation.
Is anyone else bored with these STORIES yet? I know I am.If I wanted to read Penthouse Forum, I would go buy the magazine.
Mayor Quimby
08-17-20, 16:22
She sauntered back grazing her soft hands on my neck.
Mary was still in ecstacy More like a cheap romance novel. "Sauntered"? Really?
If I wanted to read Penthouse Forum, I would go buy the magazine.Yeah, I was kind of hoping guys would share real stories, not make stuff up for fun. I've read plenty of Guy Kingsaver novels. It was funny at first.
Ok, true story. I was stationed in Europeand decided to go to Paris four a weekend. Got piss drunk at the Crazy Horse cabaret. Starred walking around and ended up lost somewhere among some tenements. I found some guys who spoke english and asked about finding a hooker. They brought me to some building and I went to the 3rd floor, and there was a line of guys waiting outside a door. I was mumbling drunk and someone heard my English, and a guy I guess who was her pimp took me to the front of the line. After a few minutes I was let in, and an African chick was in the room. She asked if I was American and I said yes.
She said she never fucked an American before, and heard they were no good at sex. I gave her all the Francs I had left and told her to get ready for the best fuck ever. I was so drunk I had whiskey dick and couldn't even get hard. After a few minutes of her laughing at me, I left, proving her point, LOL.
HanginBalls
08-18-20, 03:52
If I wanted to read Penthouse Forum, I would go buy the magazine.Now you can save money on the magazine!
HanginBalls
08-18-20, 03:56
Yeah, I was kind of hoping guys would share real stories, not make stuff up for fun. I've read plenty of Guy Kingsaver novels. It was funny at first.What do you mean make things up?? Don't you believe these are real stories?!
HanginBalls
08-18-20, 04:24
I was in high school and bangin this chik! I complained that her Bush was too thick! She was close to her mom and they had a mother / daughter talk.
Next week I'm at their pool waiting 4 my broad to cum home from the library. Her MILF mom comes out in a skimpy to piece, lays on the chaise spread-eagled with her Bush exposed like a wild weed!! She asks me to come overn hand her the suntan lotion. She grabs my crotch and says, " Ah hah!! You don't have a problem with bushy women" I said, "Mrs. Bush, take your hand off my crotch"! She says, " Oh no! I hear the way you make my daughter moan and you're going to do the same to me" We go into the cabana and I blow my load on her chest in three minutes! "You young guys can't last", she cried! I start to leave and Mrs. Bush grabs me, shoves my face in her crotch and says," You're going to finish the job" I'm going down on her and her daughter bursts in and said, " Mom!! WTF!! My boyfriend?? Can't you find your own?? And he's eating your pussy?? He doesn't even eat mine".
Iran out with a mouth full of cream and pubic hair!! The next week the daughter came over to grab her belongings. On the way out heather dropped her pants to show me her completely shaved pussy. "And this, asshole, you will never see again".
Ok, true story. I was stationed in Europeand decided to go to Paris four a weekend. Got piss drunk at the Crazy Horse cabaret. Starred walking around and ended up lost somewhere among some tenements. I found some guys who spoke english and asked about finding a hooker. They brought me to some building and I went to the 3rd floor, and there was a line of guys waiting outside a door. I was mumbling drunk and someone heard my English, and a guy I guess who was her pimp took me to the front of the line. After a few minutes I was let in, and an African chick was in the room. She asked if I was American and I said yes.
She said she never fucked an American before, and heard they were no good at sex. I gave her all the Francs I had left and told her to get ready for the best fuck ever. I was so drunk I had whiskey dick and couldn't even get hard. After a few minutes of her laughing at me, I left, proving her point, LOL.Now this one I believe! LOL.
PyroPreach
08-18-20, 14:21
I think its definitely fact that over a few years or many years of this hobby you end up with a few stories, toss in personal life and a few more. Though My stories are pretty boring minus a chick with substance issues falling asleep on my dick or who tried to rob me, or maybe it was their friend sort of thing.
This thread has certainly turned odd.
Monger stories are certainly more interesting- though hey whatever gets folks rocks off.
Agoraphobe
08-18-20, 20:23
I was in Seattle a few years ago for work and met up with a girl off Seeking. She ended up coming over three days in a row to keep my company and was absolutely crazy in bed. On the last day I gave her my real number and told her if she was ever in my neck of the woods she should hit me up.
Flash forward a few months later and I'm swiping around some headlines on a news app when I see a picture of the girl from Seattle.
https://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/escort-shot-client-head-bad-oral-sex-police-article-1.3621657
Guess I dodged a bullet. Literally.
Wow! I didn't know some of these escorts actually like what they're doing. I guess your oral technique on this girl literally saved your life.
I was in Seattle a few years ago for work and met up with a girl off Seeking. She ended up coming over three days in a row to keep my company and was absolutely crazy in bed. On the last day I gave her my real number and told her if she was ever in my neck of the woods she should hit me up.
Flash forward a few months later and I'm swiping around some headlines on a news app when I see a picture of the girl from Seattle.
https://www.nydailynews.com/news/crime/escort-shot-client-head-bad-oral-sex-police-article-1.3621657
Guess I dodged a bullet. Literally.Jesus Christ, man. I guess it's a good thing you're good at eating pussy.
Can we get back to the stories, whatever they are, and past the bickering?
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I have a couple from the world of Lifestyle or swinging. I'll let the management here decide if that is appropriate. Or do you just want P4 P?
I have a couple from the world of Lifestyle or swinging. I'll let the management here decide if that is appropriate. Or do you just want P4 P?Post them all.
My story is not cool like the Seattle guy besides I'm super careful and selective but here it is.
I was seeing Loni Legend for the 2 time and texted her from the parking lot and she gave me her room number. I walked in the lobby and a hotel employee asked me how I'm doing. I mumbled something and dipped I'm the bathroom but when I came out he was there and entered the elevator with me. He kept asking how was my stay and I'm already freaking out. I got off on the 3 floor and turn right and the guy follows me. Then few doors down I notice an open room and a guy in a suit in front of the room. At this moment Loni is calling me where the hell are you? I'm in a panic mode between the suited guy and the hotel employee. It turned out a hotel guest had trashed the room and these 2 were recording the damages.
Loni had given my number to Jada Tao and we set up a date in Rosemont and Jada told me to text her once I'm in Rosemont. I pulled at a hotel cause has a bar in it that I had been with chic few times for drinks. I text Jada I'm on the parking lot of this hotel and she freaked out how did I know her hotel. I told her it was pure coincidence and she let me in but was still suspicious and kept saying it doesn't make sense to know her hotel just like that. I reminded her that Loni hooked us up and she reluctantly agreed to proceed with the date.
A bit of background. We go to Desire two or three times a year. It is an erotic, sexually charged place. About half the crowd are in the Lifestyle, 20% are nudist and the others are Swayers, trying to decide if they want to take a walk on the wild side. A fair amount of bi and bi curious women. One of our trips is always scheduled with a number of people we have been with. Desire has a rooftop with a hot tub that holds 40 or 50 people. A number of outdoor beds, large enough for four. If you have more, just push them together. An orgy room as well. It's for m / f couples, with an occasional f / f couple. No single guys or m / m couples.
A birthday present. Wife asked me what I wanted, surprise me I said. So after some planning she had me lay down on my back on one the rooftop beds.A lady I have been with put a cover on me and did cowgirl. Wife and a gal pal put their pussies together and straddled my face. I could lick both at once. Then two more ladies took my hand and put them between their legs. At this point I was on sensory over load. The two hand ladies left after about 15 20 seconds. I nearly drowned in the ladies juices and cowgirl finished me off. Happy birthday!
The Mike buffet. There were five us that all have the same first name. I noticed the wives, all naked, were having a huddle, while giggling and laughing. They had us sit on the edge of the hot tub, and took turns blowing us. About a minute or so you would hear rotate and they would change dicks. You ended up with your partner and we all fired off pretty quickly.
If you choose not to believe any of this, so be it.
Lotsoffun201
08-20-20, 13:02
So I'm not from Chicago, but I thought I'd chime in with one of my favorite stories.
The wife (ex) and I were pretty hard core swingers and we did a little staycation at a Vegas hotel. She was in the mood to have some fun so she went to the bar alone, typical swinger wife attire, high heels no panties, miniskirt etc. She told me she'd text me to come to the bar and watch if things got interesting. I got a text about an hour later to come to the bar she was at and just watch for a while. It was pretty hot as she has three younger guys around her, and it was obvious they were buying her drinks. I guessed they were talking about sex since their hands were everywhere on her. She motioned me over and they all got real nervous thinking they were in trouble. I calmed their nerves and asked if they were interested in gang banging her with me.
Their jaws all dropped and I figured they would chicken out, but after a bit of reassurance they agreed. It was a pretty hot night, she wore them all out. Ahh, those were the days.
I was in the Army years ago, stationed in the ass end of Arizona. I had just returned from a 12-month deployed in Iraq, and everything pointed to another deployment to Afghanistan within a few months. I was severely depressed at the time because of the stress of doing work way above my pay grade. Looking back now, I was probably close to breaking mentally.
I dropped off one of my soldiers at the airport that was an hour drive from base, and I decided to book a motel room instead of driving straight back. You see, I was still a virgin. I came from an extremely conservative family so I really didn't have an opportunity to meet girls, and I wasn't really interested in screwing up my career by banging barracks sluts or by being a Jody once I was in the Army. So there I was by myself in a nice hotel room at 6 in the morning, contemplating life. It occurred to me that there was a real possibility that I would die a virgin in Afghanistan in a few months. I handled near death experiences during my previous deployment in Iraq by eating like a complete maniac, but I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle it like that again. On whim, I flipped through a phone book and called the first escort company I saw.
A guy picks up the phone, tells me they have a gorgeous 26 year old white girl with C-cup tits and beautiful green eyes. I probably sounded as desperate as I felt, and he got me to agree to $800 for 4 hours. I still have no idea what made me book a girl for 4 hours, but the booker was probably laughing his ass off at me. A few minutes later, I hear a knock on my door and I see a girl standing there through the peep hole. I open the door, and the girl's pimp pushes past her and me without saying a word. I stood there like a complete moron while the guy turns on all the lights and checks to make sure everything was hunky dory. I end up paying with a credit card, and the girl comes in the room after her pimp leaves.
At this point, I realize that I'm probably in way over my head. I was completely blindsided by the pimp, and the girl doesn't look at all like I imagined. Sure, she was white and had green eyes, but she clearly didn't look 26. Her tits looked decent, but only until she took off her bra and they sagged half way down to her belly button. I manage to mumble something about how I thought she was beautiful as I undressed. We get to bed and the girl gives me a massage. She took out a whole bottle of lotion from her purse and starts marinading my backside. She was very bad at giving a massage, but I didn't care once she started teasing junior from behind. She flips me over and starts giving me a hand job, and then a blowjob. After a few minutes of what I know now is a pretty terrible blowjob, she asks me to put on a condom. Well shit, I thought she would have brought one. I mean, who the fuck brings a whole bottle of lotion but not a condom? After a little haggling, we agree to do BBFS for $400 more, but only if I agree to not cum in her.
She gets on top of me and starts with CG. It felt as good as I thought it would. She was warm and tight and surprisingly wet. . . And I lasted all of 30 seconds. I managed to groan out something incomprehensible before I came, so she took me out and ground on me with her pussy as I spurted all over. I probably would have been a little embarrassed if I wasn't deep in post orgasmic bliss. She grabbed a towel for me to clean off and settled in my arms to cuddle. The girl was actually 26, but she'd had two kids already. It dawned on me that she was probably an addict, and her hard life made her look much older. She was a good listener and was very patient as I vented about my stressful job, my impending deployment, and basically everything else that was wrong with my life. After a while, she starts kissing my neck and stroking junior, and then slides down for another BJ. I flip her over and go at it in mish. I last a little longer this time around and manage to get some moans from her, but I won't pretend I performed like a stud. I pull out just before I burst and she strokes the me gently as I come. I look at the clock and we are only 90 minutes into my 4 hour session. I suggest that we go out and grab some breakfast. I treat her to a decent meal at Denny's, and she talks a little bit more about her life and her struggles. We get back to the hotel room, I pay her the extra fee, and she agrees to give me another blowjob if I let her go early. The blowjob was mechanical and more of a handjob, but she still manages to milk one out of me before she leaves.
All in all, I paid $1200 for what ended up being a 2. 5 hour session (including breakfast) with a mediocre hooker. Did I overpay? Absolutely, but somehow I didn't feel cheated. Losing my virginity and having a long conversation with someone who was willing to listen instantly fixed my mental health. I felt motivated and optimistic, and honestly stopped worrying about dying in some God-forsaken place far from home. It made me realize that I needed to take care of myself mentally as well as physically. After all these years, I'm still a bit of a sucker because I tend to overpay the girls that I see. Maybe it's because I treat it more like therapy than just getting laid.
Back in the 1990's, you could call these local 976 numbers to meet chicks. It would cost something crazy like a buck a minute. You could also call a free number which hypothetically gave you the other side, and generally it was all guys, but occassionally you would find a couple that was looking for a girl (or guy) to come over. Enter "Dan and Donna" from Lemont. I got to know Donna a little bit. She was cool. Dan was in the background but wouldn't talk on the phone. Donna convinced me that it was ok to come over to their place. This would have been around 2 am on some random summer night in 2000. I lived about 15 minutes away up Route 83, so I made my way over. Donna sounded hot on the phone but of course I had no idea what either of them looked like. I pulled up to their house. Huge ass lot. Dan answers and invites me in. Nice place. Donna, about 50 years old, say, maybe a bit older, is sitting on the couch in lingerie. She's right, toned, sexy, but a bit older. Dan tells her to go get me a beer. She walks to the kitchen in her heels. He explained how they were going to fuck, and really fuck hard. She didn't want to fuck someone else. They were getting off on me watching them. So, some more chit chat. Dan kept disappearing to the kitchen. Almost positive he was doing lines of coke in there because he asked if I partake when I sniffles once. Anyway, she starts stroking him and sucking his cock. He starts fucking her mish on the couch. He then calls me over and asks me to massage her tits. I'm kneeling next to the couch, and he takes her hand and puts in on my cock and starts her stroking me. We all came at the same time, and as he came he kind leaned down and put his arm around my shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her. We cleaned up. I went home. Never saw them again. I ended up talking to another dude a year later who had met them and found out their two kids went to the same high school as us. So double weird. And he had met them off that line, and the rules were the same. Dan wouldn't let anyone fuck Donna, but he was into having guys watch and get their cock stroked. I still remember their address and have tried to look up the names on BlockShopper but can't track them down on Facebook or anything. Would be hot as fuck to see them 20 years later.
Did any of you guys ever check out that porno shop that used to be on the east side of 41 up towards Kenosha? I used to go there back in the 90's and buy stuff before the internet existed. One time I saw three women walk in and disappear into the back someplace after buying some toys. The guy at the cash register and I laughed about it.
Another time I'm there browsing and there's a redneck looking guy there with his girlfriend / wife in a really short red bodysuit type thing. She was pretty rednecky too, but still hot and had a smoking body. I was like 19 and too chickenshit to say or do anything, but they were going around looking at people, clearly looking for guys to fuck the wife. I have a number of situations like that from my late teens, early 20's that I missed out on being a chickenshit / clueless kid.
Back in the 1990's, you could call these local 976 numbers to meet chicks. It would cost something crazy like a buck a minute. You could also call a free number which hypothetically gave you the other side, and generally it was all guys, but occassionally you would find a couple that was looking for a girl (or guy) to come over. Enter "Dan and Donna" from Lemont. I got to know Donna a little bit. She was cool. Dan was in the background but wouldn't talk on the phone. Donna convinced me that it was ok to come over to their place. This would have been around 2 am on some random summer night in 2000. I lived about 15 minutes away up Route 83, so I made my way over. Donna sounded hot on the phone but of course I had no idea what either of them looked like. I pulled up to their house. Huge ass lot. Dan answers and invites me in. Nice place. Donna, about 50 years old, say, maybe a bit older, is sitting on the couch in lingerie. She's right, toned, sexy, but a bit older. Dan tells her to go get me a beer. She walks to the kitchen in her heels. He explained how they were going to fuck, and really fuck hard. She didn't want to fuck someone else. They were getting off on me watching them. So, some more chit chat. Dan kept disappearing to the kitchen. Almost positive he was doing lines of coke in there because he asked if I partake when I sniffles once. Anyway, she starts stroking him and sucking his cock. He starts fucking her mish on the couch. He then calls me over and asks me to massage her tits. I'm kneeling next to the couch, and he takes her hand and puts in on my cock and starts her stroking me. We all came at the same time, and as he came he kind leaned down and put his arm around my shoulder as he leaned in to kiss her. We cleaned up. I went home. Never saw them again. I ended up talking to another dude a year later who had met them and found out their two kids went to the same high school as us. So double weird. And he had met them off that line, and the rules were the same. Dan wouldn't let anyone fuck Donna, but he was into having guys watch and get their cock stroked. I still remember their address and have tried to look up the names on BlockShopper but can't track them down on Facebook or anything. Would be hot as fuck to see them 20 years later.LOL I remember the 976 numbers.
Did any of you guys ever check out that porno shop that used to be on the east side of 41 up towards Kenosha? I used to go there back in the 90's and buy stuff before the internet existed. One time I saw three women walk in and disappear into the back someplace after buying some toys. The guy at the cash register and I laughed about it.
Another time I'm there browsing and there's a redneck looking guy there with his girlfriend / wife in a really short red bodysuit type thing. She was pretty rednecky too, but still hot and had a smoking body. I was like 19 and too chickenshit to say or do anything, but they were going around looking at people, clearly looking for guys to fuck the wife. I have a number of situations like that from my late teens, early 20's that I missed out on being a chickenshit / clueless kid.I haven't been up that way for 25 years, but that area used to be a center for adult entertainment. The bookstore you mentioned I went to a few times and never had any kind of vibe that any thing else was going on. Across 41 late 80's was an adult theatre that had dancers. It was pretty obvious they were available for more. I'm not sure when it got busted and eventually closed. There was an adult bookstore nearby. If you weren't picky about the sex of the mouth there were BJs available. Glory holes in many of the booths. Nothing like the smell of the combo of cigarettes, industrial strength cleaners and semen. I whacked it there a couple of times. It was strange to see the tip of an erect penis enter your booth. I passed.
There was also a cheap motel right there. There appeared to be commerce going on there, hint, hint. IIRC either a hooker or her John was murdered there.
Salvadore Pike
08-23-20, 01:36
This is perhaps more of a non-story, but this seems as good a place as any to post it. This was back in the early 2000's, when a Large Puppy was a Big Deal, a time when there were a lot of lively discussions with both hobbyists and providers, and a modest number of ads. There was an upper tier, well known and reviewed provider touring Chicago who had posted that she was staying an extra day and would like to schedule some appointments. I happened to see that posting just a few minutes after she made it and immediately emailed her. I was polite and respectful, gave my RS2 K credentials, and mentioned another popular local provider I had seen who was well known to have done doubles with her. I also called and left a similar message in her voicemail and patiently waited for her reply. Which never came. I did not get a yes, a no, or even a go fuck yourself. She had just asked to be contacted. I did so probably early enough that she was not getting swamped by replies, can't imagine I'd said anything objectionable, and had 2 solid references. I was still pretty new to the hobby then, and was surprised at the poor customer relations of a highly regarded provider. That's enough to make a bright eyed newbie start getting jaded and cynical. As for the possibility of my reference giving me a bad report, I don't think so as I saw her many times afterward.
Was headed on a trip to London. Looked into Int. Sex guide. Saw an ad on the Phoenix club. $250 equivalent for 2 hours to rail 5 ******. Only catch is there are 10 guys there.
So I book and get there and there are 4 girls and 8 guys.
My strat was to start slow and let the others shoot their wads. By the end I had 2 girls to myself.
That day I nutted 4 times. One into each girl.
BBBJ but CFS.
Sometime in late 2008 I took a chance on a Backpage girl who advertised "Tantra" massage. Ended up a dated, tired apt complex in Des Plaines. She hides behind the door and lets me in. Wearing a bikini. Nice face, big boobs and thick not fat. Worth a shot. I notice she is very nervous, trembling and a bit wary. Do our business, get undressed and a half assess back massage. She seems more comfortable. Takes her top off and works on jr. I suggest some head and she works it. I take her panties off and she is soaked. I massage her, suck on her boobs and pussy. Out nowhere she says I have condoms. Why not so we go to it. Afterwards I asked what I owed her for the extra. Nada. Told me I was the first guy to answer her ad and figured she was going to have to fuck what comes through the door if she was going do this going forward. I guess I was a test drive.
Kept in touch and saw her a few more times. She had morphed into a full fledged escort website, tours etc. I got hankering to see her and noticed her website hadn't been updated for quite a while. Called set something up. She had moved. Wasn't nearly as bubbly. Undressed laid down on her back and I saw a large surgical scare on her stomach. In the shape of an x about 8 inches long. I sucked her tits still great, and then ran my tongue on her scars. Said thanks, hold me and started crying for five minutes. Had some kind of cyst removed. She grabbed a condom put it on and put me in her. After we finished started crying again was afraid the cyst was some kind of punishment for what she had done. Talked for a while and I went on my way. Shortly after that website and TER reviews were gone. Scrubbed from the internet. This was 2012. I pinged her email a few days ago. Didn't expect a response and didn't get one. Nice lady, I hope she is healthy.
I scored a consulting gig that allowed me to start making a lot of money at a young age. They put me up in a corporate apartment and everything, so the cash went straight to the bank. I decided to celebrate by trying out an escort service (I literally googled escort service and started dialing numbers). I was immediately hooked and was using them like once or twice a week.
This one girl came by who was pretty sexy. Looked like Susan Dey, but better. She was really nice with DFK and BBBJ, but she wouldn't let me DATY, which was disappointing because I found I liked it a lot more than I thought I would.
We had sex (CFS) and after she left I noticed there was blood on the sheets. I freaked out because I thought it meant she had some kind of disease. I thought she didn't let me DATY because she didn't want me to notice that she was infected. I rushed to get a battery of STD tests because I thought she gave me AIDS. I even went to a church and prayed that I would never have sex before marriage again if I tested negative.
I actually stopped using escorts for a couple of years over it. It didn't occur to me for years that she was probably just on her period. I had never been with a girl during her period before, and I was only 19 at the time. I think about it now and laugh because it's so obvious now but I was losing my mind back then.
I scored a consulting gig that allowed me to start making a lot of money at a young age. They put me up in a corporate apartment and everything, so the cash went straight to the bank. I decided to celebrate by trying out an escort service (I literally googled escort service and started dialing numbers). I was immediately hooked and was using them like once or twice a week.
This one girl came by who was pretty sexy. Looked like Susan Dey, but better. She was really nice with DFK and BBBJ, but she wouldn't let me DATY, which was disappointing because I found I liked it a lot more than I thought I would.
We had sex (CFS) and after she left I noticed there was blood on the sheets. I freaked out because I thought it meant she had some kind of disease. I thought she didn't let me DATY because she didn't want me to notice that she was infected. I rushed to get a battery of STD tests because I thought she gave me AIDS. I even went to a church and prayed that I would never have sex before marriage again if I tested negative.
I actually stopped using escorts for a couple of years over it. It didn't occur to me for years that she was probably just on her period. I had never been with a girl during her period before, and I was only 19 at the time. I think about it now and laugh because it's so obvious now but I was losing my mind back then.Question is where does one get a consulting job at 19? College at 15?
Question is where does one get a consulting job at 19? College at 15?Not consulting like Accenture or E&why, but consulting like a paid hourly gig. Took a year off school after I heard that this place was looking for a specific skillset I had for a nine month project.
And by a lot of money, it was like a lot of money for a 19 year old. $25 an hour, plus an apartment.
Do you guys ever come across the social media profiles of girls you've paid to fuck? I've found a few. There's someone I met on SA a couple years ago and her FB has a bunch of pictures of her and her boyfriend together and all I can think of is "I wonder if he knows how much cum I left in his girlfriend's pussy"? LMAO.
Do you guys ever come across the social media profiles of girls you've paid to fuck? I've found a few. There's someone I met on SA a couple years ago and her FB has a bunch of pictures of her and her boyfriend together and all I can think of is "I wonder if he knows how much cum I left in his girlfriend's pussy"? LMAO.Happens all the time!
I find a lot of their social media either before or during our arrangements and follow many using a burner IG account. See one girl posting a lot from her singing in her church group. I used to fucked her in the ass every week 😂 .
One girl was just on vacation with a guy. She told me about him he's a friend since they were kids and god bless him he's trying his hardest to get out of the friend zone and into her pants. Dinners, flowers, travel yet he didn't get anywhere. I BBFSCIP the day she got back from her trip 🤦.
Last week I saw a FB post in a local buy / sell FB group from a SA girl I used to see. Checked out her FB and she's got a head over heels in love BF, talking marriage and babies, etc. Had the same thought as you, I fucked her silly for a year and almost felt bad for her BF. 😬.
A girl who's family is very religious and tight knit they would lose their shit if they knew she was doing SA. She was always posting / tagging pics of her with her mom and dad which was kinda awkward to see her family like that. Sorry Dad that I was dropping loads in your daughters mouth but she could BBBJ like nobody's business.
Happens all the time!
I find a lot of their social media either before or during our arrangements and follow many using a burner IG account. See one girl posting a lot from her singing in her church group. I used to fucked her in the ass every week 😂 .
One girl was just on vacation with a guy. She told me about him he's a friend since they were kids and god bless him he's trying his hardest to get out of the friend zone and into her pants. Dinners, flowers, travel yet he didn't get anywhere. I BBFSCIP the day she got back from her trip 🤦.
Last week I saw a FB post in a local buy / sell FB group from a SA girl I used to see. Checked out her FB and she's got a head over heels in love BF, talking marriage and babies, etc. Had the same thought as you, I fucked her silly for a year and almost felt bad for her BF. 😬.
A girl who's family is very religious and tight knit they would lose their shit if they knew she was doing SA. She was always posting / tagging pics of her with her mom and dad which was kinda awkward to see her family like that. Sorry Dad that I was dropping loads in your daughters mouth but she could BBBJ like nobody's business.It's really funny. It's a big eye opener too, as to how much bullshit a lot of women are on with this "I don't do that" act in public, being all judgy about other women who do, looking down on people. "Nice" upper middle class 20 year old suburban white girls getting continuously fucked by guys like me, sucking dick, CIP left and right. The religious ones are the best.
Do you guys ever come across the social media profiles of girls you've paid to fuck? I've found a few. There's someone I met on SA a couple years ago and her FB has a bunch of pictures of her and her boyfriend together and all I can think of is "I wonder if he knows how much cum I left in his girlfriend's pussy"? LMAO.Especially these days when everyone's number is connected to their social media. I can't help but think the same thing when I see them post stuff with their significant others.
HanginBalls
09-15-20, 18:10
Dated this religious MILF a few times. Eventually, we slept together after a few steak dinners. Called her up for a booty call and she says," What am I a wh*re You might as well pay me like one" Deal!! Dollar a minute for a bath, massage and whatever came after. Wound up in bed BBBJ, intercourse. Her folks were staying 4 the week and went shopping. Stayed about 2 1/2 hours. Dropped her a C note and started making my way out the door. Front door opens while I'm zipping my fly. Its her parents!! She comes running out of her room buck naked with her tits swinging yelling," Hey!! You owe me fifty bucks" A sheepish grin comes across my face as I pass her parents. Last thing I heard was three people in unison yelling, " Shit".
Do you guys ever come across the social media profiles of girls you've paid to fuck? I've found a few. There's someone I met on SA a couple years ago and her FB has a bunch of pictures of her and her boyfriend together and all I can think of is "I wonder if he knows how much cum I left in his girlfriend's pussy"? LMAO.I actually connected with a couple on FB with my burner account. We've messaged on there and still see each other occasionally. One will message me pics every now and then as well.
I also bumped into an AMP girl at Mariano's once too. It was one of those times where you see someone and recognize them, but not sure where from. Then it hits you! LOL. We both smiled at each other and went on with our shopping.
Dated ....One can only hope.
Someone's post on the Arrangements board reminded me of this. A couple years back I was talking to this blonde girl on SA. Cute face, thick and kind of a belly, no big deal to me at all. Seemed weird, like she's aspergers or something, nice girl though. She was down for whatever, BB CIP, all good, and she could host. The only downside was she said she lived with her mom. She said her mother didn't care at all and was totally cool with guys coming over to fuck her. I was able to confirm the girl was real and found out she'd been briefly married to and divorced some wannabe white thug type kid. Still, the thing about her mom, I had no way of knowing if that was true or if she was lying just to get me over there so I didn't go through with it. That could have been a pretty uncomfortable scene.
Someone's post on the Arrangements board reminded me of this. A couple years back I was talking to this blonde girl on SA. Cute face, thick and kind of a belly, no big deal to me at all. Seemed weird, like she's aspergers or something, nice girl though. She was down for whatever, BB CIP, all good, and she could host. The only downside was she said she lived with her mom. She said her mother didn't care at all and was totally cool with guys coming over to fuck her. I was able to confirm the girl was real and found out she'd been briefly married to and divorced some wannabe white thug type kid. Still, the thing about her mom, I had no way of knowing if that was true or if she was lying just to get me over there so I didn't go through with it. That could have been a pretty uncomfortable scene.Sometimes you guys got to just try. Would it have been a separate room? Obviously it's too late now but still I would have at least scoped the scene out.
FranklySports
09-16-20, 13:41
I actually connected with a couple on FB with my burner account. We've messaged on there and still see each other occasionally. One will message me pics every now and then as well.
I also bumped into an AMP girl at Mariano's once too. It was one of those times where you see someone and recognize them, but not sure where from. Then it hits you! LOL. We both smiled at each other and went on with our shopping.What triggered your memory? The 3 cases of water and the bag of hard candy her cart?
Rub Me Right
09-16-20, 19:25
TIFU by declining the services of a lady of the evening.
While not today, this happened recently, so recently that I'm a little worried that some kind hotel maintenance employee is going to see this and start putting pieces together in his head and figure out what happened, but I know if I don't post this now I'll forget it.
I was in Las Vegas for work. Not an unusual event for me; in fact so not unusual that I normally come and go without touching a casino table or doing almost anything "Vegas" while I'm there. But I was entertaining others, wound up spending too much time too late at night at the bar, and when I got back to my hotel I made the mistake of sitting down alone for one last drink at one of the bars downstairs on the casino floor.
Sitting and minding my own business, I'm approached by a beautiful brunette who asks if she can sit down next to me and if I have any interest in buying her a drink. She's pretty enough, and I tell her I'd love to buy her a drink. We get to talking, normal stuff, asking lots about me and what I do, and after about 30 minutes of flirting and laughing and talking and drinking, she asks if I have a room, and if so if I want to go upstairs.
"Fuck yeah, I still have it," I think to myself. I tell her that "I think that's a lovely idea," and we head up to my room.
We get up to my room, and she looks around, walks in and out of the bathroom, then comes over to me and says "it's $700 for an hour, but don't worry about the time, I'm not going to rush you and we're going to have a lot of fun. ".
After a quick though as to whether I could afford such a sum, my better judgement came to me, and the blood quickly drained from my second brain as something resembling depression set in. I explained to her that I had completely misread the situation, and that there was no way I could pay her that kind of money.
She was angry at first, telling me that she'd been clear from the beginning, and asking why I changed my mind. After some negotiating downward in price, to which I continued to decline each offer, I handed her fifty bucks from my wallet, apologised for wasting her time, and wished her well. She thanked me for "being a sweetheart" and told me not to apologise, but asked if she could quickly use my bathroom to freshen up before she left. No problem, she uses the toilet, freshens up, kisses me on the cheek and leaves. I go to sleep and wake up to my alarm going off way too early the next morning.
I hit snooze a few times, and finally drag my hung-over butt out of bed to the shower.
Where I'm greeted by a very large, very long, very messy, and very-much-not-mine turd sitting on the dry shower floor.
Fuck.
She'd left me a present.
Unfortunately, this is only where my fuck up begins.
Not wanting to touch her shit, I decide to start the shower, point the water over it, and let it wash away until it broke up and ran down the drain. I turn the shower on, start with just cold water in order not to steam up and spread the smell, but then realise that the pressure is better with hot water and crank up the temperature, point it at the turd, close the curtain, and walk away.
Fifteen minutes later, I get a knock on my door. Maintenance is standing outside the room asking if they can help, as water is coming through the ceiling in the bathroom below mine.
Shit. Fuck. What? Shit shit shit shit shit.
At this point, I have the door closed and haven't looked, but I quickly tell him that "I'm sorry, the tub overflowed earlier, it's all taken care of and I mopped up the floor with towels, and I'm very sorry for the inconvenience. " He tells me all is good, and runs off to bring me fresh towels. In the meantime I run into the bathroom where I find half an inch of water on the floor, as the shower curtain was hanging on the wrong side of the tub and the shower for the past 15-20 minutes has been spraying 1/3 of its spray directly onto the bathroom floor.
I quickly shut off the shower, and start mopping up the floor, but wow is this a lot of water. I use up all my towels, and luckily get a knock on the door a minute later with the maintenance man bringing more. A couple more and the floor is in pretty good shape, and I'm all set. Hopefully no charges appear on my bill, no bad damage, big fuckup avoided.
I'm late at this point, though, and need to get showered and out the door. I quickly strip, poke my head in to turn the shower back on, and see that **the fucking turd is still there* Now that's not completely accurate. Probably 2/3 of the turd was still there.
At this point I'm fucked, I'm out of time, and I just need to get on with my life. So I did it. I pushed the turd to the drain with my foot, and slowly but surely broke it up with my toes and got it to go down. I waffle-stomped a hooker's shit.
I remember now why I don't usually drink this much.
TL; DR Made waffles with a hooker - 5/7 with rice.
TIFU by declining the services of a lady of the evening.
While not today, this happened recently, so recently that I'm a little worried that some kind hotel maintenance employee is going to see this and start putting pieces together in his head and figure out what happened, but I know if I don't post this now I'll forget it.
LMFAO I think I saw that one on Reddit before. It's a good one.
I think most people who follow the massage thread know this already, but I went to CLM one day for the first time late last year and my masseuse turned out to be my ex. I didn't recognize her from the photos because they were taken at odd angles and she changed her appearance a lot from when we used to date. No, nothing happened. Too awkward.
Another time I ran into an escort I once saw at the swimming pool at my gym. It took me a while to recognize her but we kept looking at each other between laps and it didn't hit me until after she left. I still had her number in my phone so I texted her like "did I just see you at xxx gym?" She didn't write back, probably because that kind of mix between civilian life and pro life was a little too awkward.
But my favorite story was this time I booked an escort in Dallas. She kept pushing this threesome with a doubles partner. I finally agreed because she was so persistent about it. She comes over with her partner, and she's actually really good looking. I've had a few threesomes in my life and they're usually disappointing, but this one was great. It was a really fun contrast. The girl I booked was this kind of wild tatted up slutty type and the partner she brought was this librarian GND type.
We get to talking afterwards and the GND said that she was retired but she did this as a favor for her friend who needed some extra money. She said she already deleted her profile, all of her pics on the internet and was looking forward to being an anonymous woman working an office job she just started a couple of weeks before.
The next day I go to visit my customer. When I get to their office, guess who the receptionist is?
So much for anonymous!
I also bumped into an AMP girl at Mariano's once too. It was one of those times where you see someone and recognize them, but not sure where from. Then it hits you! LOL. We both smiled at each other and went on with our shopping.I saw her twice at the AMP, went out to dinner with my family and extended family and she was our waitress. We recognized each other after a double take haha.
I saw her twice at the AMP, went out to dinner with my family and extended family and she was our waitress. We recognized each other after a double take haha.That happened to me once. The old Micha's in Libertyville. After years of sucking I started hearing good things about it and went again in 2016 and went. FS Korean place where the mammasan would look in on you, before, during and after, to make sure you were having a good time with the girl. So in 2016 around Christmas I'm getting my present to myself and I got Nana, about 40, bigger than the other girls but good massage, good sense of humor and a hard worker, who was really, really making sure you were enjoying yourself. Funny thing about that I've learned over the years. We all want them young, but the older ones will usually work harder.
In the spring of 2017 Micha's closed, not because of the usual reason (although that usual reason caused all the others to close), but because the building was sold. No more Nana, and I did try to find her. Later I'm with family at a sushi restaurant just a mile away on Milkaukee, and who do I find is my waitress? No, she didn't recognize me as far as I can tell, just one more swinging dick. But I couldn't help but keep sneaking looks at her without being obvious. Consider that next time you eat at an Asian restaurant.
What triggered your memory? The 3 cases of water and the bag of hard candy her cart?LOL, that and the huge bottle of GermX.
HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.
HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.Amen to that!!
HanginBalls
09-24-20, 09:38
HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.Maybe it's good or maybe it's bad news for you.
My stories ARE real!!
HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.I could not agree more.
HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.I keep expecting each post to start out "Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me but. ".
hanginballs, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.thank you!
HanginBalls, you have your own thread where you can post the fantasy stories. This is for real stuff, or at least stuff that sounds plausible.I have him on my ignore list. I enjoyed a few of his stories in the beginning. But honestly, I am on here for the purpose of exchanging information on women for my sexual gratification. I don't really have time for Penthouse stories.
B.
I was younger and dumber. I wasn't too far out of college living back in Columbus, Ohio, and relatively brand new to the hobby. I was living with a roommate, which made it difficult for me to be able to see a girl at our place (though I did manage a few times). I was horny, and there was a thread of advertisements from someone called Roxy via Craigslist that I put together as having been through one organizer, though not quite an agency. I had seen a different girl through them before and had spoken with the organizer a few times, so it felt like they were a safe bet. I called to see if they had any incalls available that were accessible via public transit or walking as I didn't have a car, and wasn't working enough to be able to pay for taxis going both ways and an escort. The girl on the other end instead asked if I just wanted to be picked up. I was taken off guard, super horny, and knew my roommate would be back well before I could get a working girl in and out without explanation, so I said yes. In retrospect it was a terrible decision that worked out well, sometimes it's good to be lucky. It was a different woman's voice than the one I had been expecting, in choosing to have them come pick me up, they knew my address, and they could've robbed me at any time or much worse even. It worked out though, but definitely changed the way I looked at the hobby.
Her driver came with her and another girl within about 20 minutes and picked me up. It was so strange. The driver was an older black man who was super business like, not the caricature of a pimp who I had seen through media. He was super cordial and polite with me, asking me questions to break the ice, but nothing too invasive. The girl I had been in contact with was an older blonde, maybe in her early early 40's. The other girl was a lot younger, maybe late 20's, brunette, and definitely more attractive to me at the time. I sat in the back seat with the older blonde purposefully sitting between me and the younger brunette until we arrived at near suburban apartment that wasn't accessible through any bus system. We all went inside and the older blonde shepherded me directly into one of the bedrooms there before I could muster up the courage to ask if I could see the other girl instead, or simultaneously even. We got straight to business, I pulled out the money and was very open with her about the payment in a way that I have never been since as we both knew there was no chance that either of us was law enforcement. I don't remember the cost, maybe it was $ or $. 2 (god prices were so much more monger friendly back in 2009), but I remember tipping her an extra. 2 and her intentionally keeping it separate from the other cash and saying that it was just between her and me. The actual encounter was nothing special, we did the deed, there was no rush, and I just remember really wishing I had seen the brunette instead.
When we left the room, the blonde was pissed. Apparently the brunette had taken the phone that she was working off of and accepted one of her dates, who was already long gone. She had sexed him up in the living room and only had a towel around her when we had come out. Apparently this was not the first time that this kind of thing had happened between the two of them. Another woman, whose voice I recognized as being the normal organizer mediated between the two girls, pointing out that the monger would've just left if he hadn't been seen. She looked high herself and was Apparently this distrust was what led to her taking the phone from the organizer in the first place and was potentially the link in the chain of events that led to me joining this whole little adventure. The driver then convinced the blonde, and by extension me, to come with him in the car to leave. Cooler heads prevailed, so I didn't get to see my first hooker fist fight, but I did join the driver and the blonde on a trip to the blonde's house. Met her teenage son, who the driver was going on and on about having grown up so much since the last time they had seen each other. It was oddly super normal, like an uncle and nephew reconnecting. I noticed the blonde being super protective of both her son and me, it was almost as if she had mentally placed me in the role of a significant other.
I had paid for a get together, but was entangled with the group for the whole afternoon. After we left the blonde's the driver took us back into the city. He offered to take me all the way home, but I asked for him to instead drop me off near a bus stop, as I told him I needed to run an errand. It was again oddly normal, like we were friends or something. The experience didn't sit well with me for sometime, not because of anything they had done, but instead because it felt so normal to me. I could easily see myself slipping into the mongering world in a different way. I was scared so I stopped using any providers for a while. Just kept busy with work and other bullshit. Maybe six months later I had a car and agreed to meet a provider in a suburb in the complete opposite direction of the city. I saw her a couple times and was chitchatting with her at the end of a scheduled session when a man came up to tell her she was way over schedule, only it turned out the man was the driver / pimp that drove me around the city before. He instantly shifted from a judgmental take of time is money to saying, "my man!" and giving me a hug. The whole thing felt surreal.
I was in my hometown for the holidays. This brought up a memory that I have tried to repress, LOL. There is a sleazy strip joint that has been open forever. It is a scary establishment at times. It was a 21 place at the time but if you could get your money on the counter they usually let you in. Early 1970's, my buddy and I were in high school but we were both 18.
So we visited this fine establishment to see some ladies. One of the dancers was about 20 pounds overweight. She had saggy flapjacks for breasts. Massive stretch marks on her belly. When she dropped her bottom she had a large salt and pepper Bush. Not the most appealing sight.
She left the stage and after a few minutes started talking to my buddy. They worked something out and he told me she would blow us for $5. What the hell, so we went into the backroom. It was a glorified janitors closet with a sink and some plastic chairs. Flipped a coin, he won and went first. She washed his equipment and went to work. In three or four minutes he finished. She spat it out on the floor, cleaned him up and he give me his five as he left. She washed her mouth out and came over for me. Pretty much a repeat. She cleaned me up, I pulled my pants up and she had her hand out. I gave her my buddies five and was reaching for my wallet when she said thanks and left the room.
So it was $5 for both of us. I never told him, LOL. On our way out the bouncer kind of taunted us by saying you know she is like 48. Which meant she was born sometime around 1924.
For laughs I put $5 in an inflation calculator. That would be about $36 bucks today or $18 bucks each today. I guess you can get a BJ for $20 from some street walkers so the low end price has stayed consistent with the inflation rate.
I was in my hometown for the holidays. This brought up a memory that I have tried to repress, LOL. There is a sleazy strip joint that has been open forever. It is a scary establishment at times. It was a 21 place at the time but if you could get your money on the counter they usually let you in. Early 1970's, my buddy and I were in high school but we were both 18.
So we visited this fine establishment to see some ladies. One of the dancers was about 20 pounds overweight. She had saggy flapjacks for breasts. Massive stretch marks on her belly. When she dropped her bottom she had a large salt and pepper Bush. Not the most appealing sight.
She left the stage and after a few minutes started talking to my buddy. They worked something out and he told me she would blow us for $5. What the hell, so we went into the backroom. It was a glorified janitors closet with a sink and some plastic chairs. Flipped a coin, he won and went first. She washed his equipment and went to work. In three or four minutes he finished. She spat it out on the floor, cleaned him up and he give me his five as he left. She washed her mouth out and came over for me. Pretty much a repeat. She cleaned me up, I pulled my pants up and she had her hand out. I gave her my buddies five and was reaching for my wallet when she said thanks and left the room.
So it was $5 for both of us. I never told him, LOL. On our way out the bouncer kind of taunted us by saying you know she is like 48. Which meant she was born sometime around 1924.
For laughs I put $5 in an inflation calculator. That would be about $36 bucks today or $18 bucks each today. I guess you can get a BJ for $20 from some street walkers so the low end price has stayed consistent with the inflation rate.
I was in my hometown for the holidays. This brought up a memory that I have tried to repress, LOL. There is a sleazy strip joint that has been open forever. It is a scary establishment at times. It was a 21 place at the time but if you could get your money on the counter they usually let you in. Early 1970's, my buddy and I were in high school but we were both 18.
So we visited this fine establishment to see some ladies. One of the dancers was about 20 pounds overweight. She had saggy flapjacks for breasts. Massive stretch marks on her belly. When she dropped her bottom she had a large salt and pepper Bush. Not the most appealing sight.
She left the stage and after a few minutes started talking to my buddy. They worked something out and he told me she would blow us for $5. What the hell, so we went into the backroom. It was a glorified janitors closet with a sink and some plastic chairs. Flipped a coin, he won and went first. She washed his equipment and went to work. In three or four minutes he finished. She spat it out on the floor, cleaned him up and he give me his five as he left. She washed her mouth out and came over for me. Pretty much a repeat. She cleaned me up, I pulled my pants up and she had her hand out. I gave her my buddies five and was reaching for my wallet when she said thanks and left the room.
So it was $5 for both of us. I never told him, LOL. On our way out the bouncer kind of taunted us by saying you know she is like 48. Which meant she was born sometime around 1924.
For laughs I put $5 in an inflation calculator. That would be about $36 bucks today or $18 bucks each today. I guess you can get a BJ for $20 from some street walkers so the low end price has stayed consistent with the inflation rate.Good one! Sometimes those scary situations when we're young prepare us for better ones in the future.
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