Originally Posted by
cmk76
5.00 pm 141207
This was a difficult piece to write at first, but slowly it became apparent. I made a conscious choice not to disclose her name or place of work as it may cause negative repercussions. The session was a bizarre experience. Both for the provider and myself. It questioned my integrity, morals and sensibilities. First as a human being, then as a punter. Never have I experienced such a low point in my punting career post under the influence of drugs. This was a definite game changer for me, and I thought that I have seen it and taste it all. I think by writing this piece, it has helped me reconcile the outcome that came from it…
Assumptions are the mother of all fuck ups, so they say. And my fuck-ups cascaded down one after the other so effortlessly in an hour of compromising position. X was a weird girl with a nervous laughter, unsettling presence and anxious from the word go. Her massage was fine until it was time to flip over. Clothes were removed, a condom packet was opened and the awkwardness started…
C: I just want natural french… (Motioning with hand to mouth)
X: Err… you mean no condom?
C: Err… yes…
X: Oh… but I don’t do that…
C: Really? (Paused and thought for a moment) …you have never given anyone natural french?
X: Err… no… but I can give you good suck with condom…
C: No, no, no… don’t worry… its ok… I really wanted a natural head job…
X: You try! Customer say I give good suck with condom!
C: That’s fine… I know myself and my body… I know that I will not enjoy it… No problem… Can you ask the boss to send me another lady that could?
X: (Anxious look)… But I’m already naked!
C: (A little agitated)… Look… you can keep the tip… and… or…
X: But if I go out, boss will think that something is wrong…
C: No, no, no… Just tell the boss that its fine and that nothing is wrong… and I would like to see someone else who could give me natural french…
X: Other ladies may be busy… and not all girls do natural head job…
C: Really? The last 2 times I was here, I saw Y and another lady… both gave me natural…
This is where the conversation starts to turn. I was in no mood to argue or to compromise. An offer of a hand job was suggested, but my heart was set on a nice, slurpy suck instead. Besides, I had one yesterday at Stanmore and I needed to fill another void…
X: You know that the some ladies take drugs here…
C:???
X: You know Y… she takes drugs too…
C:??? Err… ok… so…
X: She gives no condom suck… and she has sex no condom too…!
C:!!! How… do you know this…?
X: Customer tell me…
C: I see… so… why are you telling me this…?
X: How do you know if she is clean… when she suck…?
C: You’re right… I don’t… Unless, she has cuts, bruises or sores in her mouth…
X: You not scared to catch something…?
C: Look… I know that I am healthy (without having to tell her my whole sexual history)… and I don’t need to know about the other ladies…
The mood has well and truly been killed off and I’m increasingly getting frustrated. I was ready to bail but tried to be as patient as I can be with her. If anyone who would have been on any sort of influence, it may have been her today! She seemed frantic and a little paranoid by the way she was reacting to my preference. I concluded by stating that I am clean. However I said that I would not make her do something that she is not comfortable with. She retorts that all customers say that, but finally decides that she will perform bbbj on me. I protested and firmly said no, as I am not comfortable with her doing so. I was not comfortable with her doing anything on me, let alone touch me. She didn’t want me to leave the room and I didn’t want a hand job. There was another half hour, and there was nothing really to talk about. I was a little upset at this situation and wanted to disappear altogether…
On her terms, she will perform a little bit, and that I was not to cum in her mouth. I don’t know how I was even hard at the time, but I was. I kept silent and did not dictate how I wanted it or how I liked it. I accepted her way of pleasuring me and trying to appease me. I think the concern was that it would have been a potential complaint to the boss, if my request was not met. Reluctantly, I went along with it. I won’t comment on her skills, as it was nonexistent. Her lips barely touched as she went down along the shaft. Her body was quivering as she lowered her head. This didn’t feel right. This felt bad. Was I making her the victim of this circumstance? I did not feel good about myself…
After a few movements, I brought her back up, her eyes were welling up. She grabs a fistful of tissues and fills her mouth. Jamming into every corner and proceeds to wipe every inch of her lips, teeth, gums, tongue and tonsils! To say that it was a funny sight was just inappropriate. I assured her that she would be fine, because she barely touched anything around my head or shaft. She suggests a hand job, I agreed. I tried to control the pace now by calming her down, stroking her and hugging her. She had a look of terror in her eyes and it was just not normal. The tissues in her mouth, her nervous state was all too much to bear. I had to resolve this by taking control of the situation. She kept yammering back and forth about using oil. I asked her to keep silent and relax. I slowly got myself back in the mood but I think she was still not over at what she had done. I kissed her on the shoulder, stroked her hair and caressed her. I don’t think that it had any effect. I asked her to close her eyes and I hugged her for a while. She started running her finger around my nipple. I asked her to stop as I found it annoying. Automatically, she starts her routine again and I grab hold of her hand and guide it around my back. She seemed cautious at every touch of mine…
All was not a lost when she got on the massage bed with me and slowly stroked me with no oil. I slowly massaged her clit and got her a little moist. Strangely enough, her hands were good and the strokes were long and slow. Her hand job technique was actually very arousing and skillful. I worked up a little faster between her legs before she blurted that I was too hard. I eased off before unloading a big amount, spewing all over her hands…
She asked if I would book her again and I said that I would if I was after a massage and happy ending. I don’t know how to take this experience. It was complex, unnerving but made it through at the end. I did enjoy the hand job of hers but all the details inbetween were really unnecessary. My whole mood was a roller coaster ride within that hour. X was an odd, reasonably attractive Chinese girl with good English. But I think I was given the wrong provider for the job this day…
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