My First Experience With A Sex Prostitute Was Pretty Darn Weird

One day I was really lonely, my girlfriend was out of town, and quite frankly I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was paging through the phone book, looking for escort agencies and making lists. This was because I found they were a great place to sell my goods – at that time I was selling jewellery, stockings and perfume.

I was also looking for the more local places, as I liked to keep fit by walking to as many places as I could and this idea hit me. Why don’t I call up and escort agency and instead of trying to flog to them, give them some of the money I had made back, by exchange of trade. In other words get myself a sex prostitutes.

I thought about my girlfriend and I decided, you know what a sex prostitute is actually the best idea. It’s just business, there are no emotional ties, I pay them for a fuck or whatever it is I want and wash my hands (and my cock) clean of the whole matter.

As we lived nearby and sold to a lot of the local hot spots, I didn’t want to shit on my own doorstep. I looked up an agency in the next suburb and game them a call. I made an appointment to keep on their premises, which is the best idea, and went over to shop for what I wanted.

I am quite used to brothels from selling in them and it was simple for me to walk into this one and take a seat at the bar. I was immediately surrounded by girls, but I wanted to shop a bit, get the full experience so to speak.

A couple of the girls ask if I was looking for a date and I replied "yes, but I am still looking."

I got talking to a few of the girls, I have never been able to "do dumb" so I wanted someone who had something to say for themselves. I lighted upon a nice little girl who was doing this so she could study during the day. She was married and told me that the fact she was a sex prostitute turned her husband on, and this idea intrigued me so I bought her a drink.

We actually ended up going out and having drinks and there was no sexual energy and I just like the way we got on. We had dinner, we had drinks and only when I took her back to the agency did the subject of sex come up. I said no thanks, she said pay me, so I did.

It was too weird, but at the end of the night I took her back to the agency and paid her – no sex, other than a mind-fuck. But I also realised, that I, like her husband, had as bit of a fetish for hearing about sex, and not so much participating in the act bring on sex prostitutes.

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