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In the past, I used to crave a bit of humiliation and would do some quite degrading things for kicks. I thought I'd compile a list of the 10 most depraved/pervy things I've done and write a short story about them each and post them on here.
The list:
10. Drank a girl-racer's piss-puddle from the floor of the car park.
9. Wanked off in a used-condom after watching couple fuck in same car park.
8. Me and some mates took turns spunking into our friend's sister's dirty panties.
7. Snogged a woman at a party after two guy's had spunked in her mouth.
6. Had sloppy seconds with a woman at a party.
5. Licked another guy's cum from girlfriend's pussy.
4. Paid an escort to let me fuck her with one of her client's used condoms.
3. Sucked a used-condom clean after watching a couple have sex in an alleyway.
> 2. Sucked ten used-condoms clean from a escort's bin in her bathroom. <
1. Paid an escort to save all her customer's spunk in a jam jar for a whole week for me to drink.
This story is the 2nd on the list.
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Ten Most Depraved:
True Story No2
Spunk-Addiction: Sucking 10 Escort's Used-Condoms Clean
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Never in my wildest-fantasies, did I imagine that my sordid obsession with used-condoms and humiliation would see me cowering in an escort's bathroom, on the floor, secretly devouring the sperm from ten of her client's used-condoms. In my defence, just prior to this squalid little episode, I had been diagnosed with sperm-addiction (a self-diagnosis, admittedly). Ironically though, I was seeing a counsellor for sex-addiction at the time, and far from receiving any theutic value, I was getting a huge kick out of divulging my perverted-secrets to her, in explicit detail. And curiously enough, far from being horrified, she appeared to have a morbid-fascination for my deviant behaviour! A fascination which very probably spurred me on to doing even more-depraved and fucked-up things.
What made this particular experience even more deliciously-debased for me, was the fact that I had unwittingly picked the Escort-From-Hell, to 'supply' me with the used-condoms I needed to fulfil those depraved sexual-urges. The fact that she seemed intent on giving me the worst service she possibly could; humiliating me, not out of any pre-arranged agreement, but seemingly out of an innate sense of nastiness on her part; only added to the seediness of the experience.
So, having been let down by an insanely-pretty young-blonde, who cancelled on me at the last moment, I foolishly decided to book a last-minute appointment on my mobile-phone. The Escort-From-Hell looked pretty amazing in her pics; insanely voluptuous, with huge boobs, an amazing arse and lots of great body-art. And to be fair, the pictures were fairly accurate. Although, her profile did say that she was about twenty-three and in reality she looked about twenty-nine. She also appeared to have rave-reviews (however, I later found out that the vast majority of these were fake).
I booked a full-hour of gfe on the phone and she seemed all fine with this. Even when I met her in person she seemed fine. In fact, she was all sweetness-and-smiles as I confirmed that she was definitely okay to do girlfriend-experience, (which for those in the know generally consists of french-kissing, groping, oral, the works), before handing her the cash. After paying her, I asked if I could nip to the bathroom. Once in there, I couldn't resist having a quick peek in her dirty-clothes basket and came across a nice pair of well-soiled, white-knickers. They hadn't been long in the basket as they were still quite moist. Holding them up to my nose, I breathed in her heady-scent, thinking I would soon be sniffing that dirty-snatch for real.
Being a complete perv, I also couldn't resist having a quick peek in the little bin next to the sink (knowing all-too-well what I might find). My heart almost leapt into my mouth as I stepped on the pedal and lifted the lid; Oh, my god! I thought to myself. She has been a busy girl!!! I quickly counted, up to ten used-condoms; all there for the guzzling. I gulped hard. The thought of sucking out every single one of their deliciously-vile contents, had me feeling faint at the mere thought. Not wanting to get completely drunk-on-spunk, before the start of the session, but determined to swallow all that filthy delicious cum later, I devised a plan before exiting the bathroom.
The Escort-From-Hell had already removed her knickers and bra and stood there, stark cunt-naked, in a slumped, almost deliberately unsexy manner, looking at her phone. However, this did little to curb the voluptuous delights of her heavily-tattooed body; with her ample-breasts, featuring some insanely-succulent and large areola, her exaggeratedly-curved hips and her beautifully-plump tattooed-pussy, all fully on display. Bizarrely though, her whole disposition had changed. Her face was like thunder and she seemed altogether, like a different person. Not thinking too much of it, I asked if I could take a shower before leaving.
"It means you'll get less fucking-time." She pointed out, rather bluntly.
"That's no problem. I'll just use the last fifteen minutes of the hour, if that's..."
"Fine!" She snapped, cutting me off in mid-sentence.
"Is everything okay?" I asked, naively thinking she must have had a call or a text that had upset her.
"Yeah! Are you alright?" She snapped back. Slightly confused and wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt, I left it at that.
As she continued flicking through her messages, I couldn't help but check out her fantastic body-art. Of particular note, was a huge tattoo of a dragon going all the way up her outer-thigh, hip and waist, what looked like a pit-bull terrier's face on her shaven pussy and the words "Thug Life", inked in Olde English across her belly. I wasn't actually aware that Thug Life were a band till I googled it later and wondered if she had a penchant for violent men; a thought I found quite exciting.
"Strip!" She instructed, her eyes still glued to her phone.
"Er, okay." I mumbled. Not yet recognising that she was deliberately time-wasting.
Noticing that the curtains were wide-open, I gingerly undressed, trying my best to stand back and stay in a position where nobody could see me from the street or the houses opposite.
"Have you been busy today?" I asked, trying my best to engage her. She nodded, coldly.
I asked her a few more questions, but received similarly strained responses; making me feel incredibly awkward. I was just about to prompt her to begin the session, when she asked:
"Do you want a dildo show?" Picking up a vibrator from the side.
"Er...not really. I'm just wanting the girlfriend-experience." I explained, having already discussed this with her, prior to paying. She huffed disapprovingly.
It was taking a while, but bit-by-bit it was starting to dawn on me that the sweet young-lady who had invited me in had just been part of the act.
"Do you want a massage then?" She offered, somewhat randomly.
"No thanks, not really." I said, starting to feel a little frustrated.
Evidently annoyed, she rather petulantly slammed the dildo down and threw her phone on the bed. Then she grabbed a packet of anti-bac wipes and demanded that I present my cock and balls to her:
"Cock. Balls. Here!" She barked, pointing her finger to the exact point that she wanted me.
"Are we not closing the curtains?" I asked, perhaps a little over-cautiously.
"You've got nothing worth hiding!" She mocked cruelly, looking pitifully at my exposed-genitalia.
Not exactly sure just how visible we'd be from the window, I dutifully followed her instructions, approaching and presenting my balls to her. When I stood an inch or so too far back from where she wanted me, she grabbed tight-hold of my testicles and pulled me into place, causing me to squeak with pain. Once she had me right where she wanted me, she proceeded to give both my cock and balls a thorough wipe-down.
"Fucking baby!" She sneered, giving me a menacing glare.
After cleansing and inspecting my bits, she grabbed tight-hold of my balls and raised them upwards. Then, grabbing hold of my limp cock, she started pounding away, administering what I could only describe as a power-wank; slamming her fist, deep into my testicles, with no finesse and definitely no real attempt to give me any pleasure. Still thinking we were on for a bit of girlfriend-experience, I reached over and attempted to kiss her.
"No kissing!" She blurted out.
"Really?" I protested, a little confused about our arrangement.
"I've just had dental-work done." She informed me, curtly.
A moment or two later, I rather naively reached out to feel her pendulous-breasts.
"Hands off!" She snapped, grabbing my hand and pulling it away. "No touching my pussy either, I'm much too sore!"
Finding it incredibly frustrating that I wan't allowed to touch her body and still entertaining the illusion that I must have simply said or done something to displease her, I tried to warm her up by praising her tattoos.
"Fucking loser!" She muttered under her breath, giving me a thoroughly disdainful sneer to boot.
Feeling a huge dent in my self-esteem and not wanting to create any conflict, I just stood there like a lemon as she wanked off my floppy-cock. She was in fact, quite a tall and intimidating 'lady'. And although I have quite a submissive-side and am quite partial to a bit of pain and humiliation, having her treating me like dogshit in such an unsolicited fashion was not a huge turn-on (at least not at the time). I felt incredibly uneasy in her presence and any arousal I did feel was certainly not translating into anything physical, like an erection.
Seeing that her efforts weren't producing the desired results, she stopped cupping my testicles and proceeded to vigorously pump her fist in such a wild and exaggerated manner, that my dangling-balls began jumping up and down, slamming into and bouncing off her fist, like she was hitting two table-tennis balls, tied to a bat with elasticated string!!! This created an immensely physically-stimulating sensation that wasn't without effect, but the sheer brute-force of her actions still wasn't enough to get me fully-hard and was leaving my cock and balls red-raw.
"Fucking cunt!!!" She spat petulantly, dropping my semi-limp cock and placing her hands on her hips. "Are you fucking gay or something?!!!"
"Of course not,..." I simpered, "I find you very attractive. But, I do like a bit of kissing and groping to get me going. That's why I chose the girlfriend-experience."
"I tell you what...you can kiss my arsehole. How about that?" She offered, in an decidedly derisive manner.
Desperate to get some value for money and admittedly quite keen to accept her insulting-gesture, I nodded my approval. I concluded later, that she had presumably planned to wank me to orgasm, to make me cum as quickly as possible, so that she could avoid having sex with me then chuck me out early, but unfortunately for her, my floppy cock ruined her plan. Strangely enough though, the moment she suggested I snog her bumhole, my cock started to get properly hard.
Grabbing one of the anti-bac wipes, she handed it to me, before kneeling on the side of the bed and offering her big phat-arse to me.
"Not on me, idiot!" She scoffed, as I tried to wipe her bottom with the wipe she had passed me. "Wipe your mouth and tongue with it. I don't want to get your nasty-germs on my arsehole!"
I have never felt so genuinely humiliated in all my life; being made to clean my mouth and tongue with an anti-bacterial wipe before inserting it into a 'lady's' arse!
"Just watch out for that big juicy-turd in there." She sneered, as I prepared myself.
Thinking she was just ding, I braced myself as the Escort-From-Hell spread her ample butt-cheeks and instructed me to kiss her bumhole.
"Fucking worthless cunt!" I heard her mutter, under her breath as I got into position. Presumably deriding me for carrying out her instructions so obediently.
Crouching down, I glanced out of the window. I could see quite clearly, at least one or two of the neighbour's bedroom windows over the street. Fully aware that I might be seen eating the Escort-From-Hell's butthole, but too afraid to protest or demand that she close the curtains, I continued, though somewhat hesitantly. Once I'd clamped my mouth around her bumhole, she let go of her big phat ass-cheeks, virtually trapping my face between those voluminous mud-flaps and I suddenly didn't care, either way.
"Lick it!" She demanded.
I began kissing and licking her arsehole, greedily trying to get my money's worth. As hard-done-to as I felt, I experienced a certain amount of masochistic-satisfaction from only being allowed to snog her bottom. My cock was becoming incredibly hard, as my tongue slid in and out of her arsehole.
"Deeper!" She demanded, grabbing my head and pulling me in hard.
As I pushed my tongue deep into her ass, I got a bit of a surprise as the tip hit something hard and pointed inside. What the fuck?! I thought, naively wondering if she had a butt-plug stuffed up there. As the escort arched her back, it seemed to come further down her poop-chute. Having thoroughly discounted her warning as a joke and being of a somewhat naive and trusting nature, I though nothing of it and kept nudging my tongue into it again and again. However, the more I tongued at the brute, a strange taste seemed to form in my mouth, catching the back of my throat and causing me to cough and splutter.
"I told you to watch out for that turd!" Smirked the Escort-From-Hell.
Oh my fucking god! I thought, as it suddenly occurred to me that I actually was tongue-kissing her turd!!!
"You can suck it out and eat it if you want, but I charge extra for that!" She added, rather sadistically.
Completely overwhelmed with the shame humiliation of my predicament, I started drifting into my sub-space. I unconsciously grabbed my erection and began jerking myself, whilst tonguing her arse in a frenzy. Unbelievably though, as soon as the escort spotted me wanking myself off, she pulled her arse away from my face.
"You dirty fucker!" She growled, evidently annoyed that I was enjoying tonguing her shitty arse more than her shitty hand-job.
"Fucking pervert." She mumbled, pushing a few wipes in my face.
Grabbing hold of them, I gave my lips and face a good wipe, but not my tongue, preferring to leave the taste of her shit in my mouth.
"Right, we'd better fuck while you're hard." She snarled, reaching for a condom.
The condom suddenly reminded me of what was waiting for me in the bathroom. I was still quite resolute and determined, that after being genuinely treated like dogshit by the Escort-From-Hell, I was going to degrade myself even further by drinking down the cum of her previous customer's afterwards; totally rubbing my own nose in my self-worthlessness. That thought made my cock, so insanely-hard that when she tried to put the condom on me, it felt like a very tight-fit indeed and caused her some difficulty getting it on, even prompting her to comment that it must be a small one.
"Right, shit-breath. We'll do it doggy-style." She insisted, somewhat cruelly but quite understandably.
The next thing that happened was a bit bizarre, almost bordering on sinister. For some strange reason, the Escort-From-Hell positioned herself at the end of the bed, instead of at the side; standing, offering her big juicy-arse to me, right in front of the window with her curtains still wide-open. Realising that we were now in full-view of the houses right opposite, I started to draw the curtains together, but she was having none of it. Visibly annoyed by the notion that I might want some privacy, she actually grabbed the curtains and reopened them. What the fuck?!!! I thought to myself.
"Fucking cunt!" She snarled, apparently wanting to get her way over everything.
"What about your neighbours?" I protested.
"Fuck the neighbours!" She blurted. "They know I'm a whore!"
Whilst probably being a bit paranoid, it did occur to me, that the she could easily get someone to video us both fucking from one of the houses opposite. And so, fearing a possible blackmail attempt (on top of simply not wanting to offend the neighbours), I grabbed hold of the curtains and shut them quite firmly, without asking. Although this time, she didn't try to re-open them, I could tell she was furious at my insistence that they remain shut.
Having asserted myself on this one single thing, I quite confidently inserted my cock into her pussy, before she could change her mind; feeling like I had won at least one battle. As I eased myelf slowly in and out of her big juicy-snatch, I looked down at the tattoos on and around her magnificently-shaped arse and hips. Fuck, that's awesome! I thought to myself. Such a shame that this young 'lady', is such a scam-artist. She could be a legend and make an absolute fortune!
Filled with a new-found confidence and feeling quite dominant, I began slamming my crotch hard into her big phat juicy-ass. However, just as I was beginning to enjoy myself, her phone pinged and instead of ignoring it, the Escort-From-Hell reached over to grab it and began reading her messages. Determined not to let it affect me, I initially kept sliding my length into her pussy-meat as she looked at her phone. But, when she continued doing it for a good minute or so, it became so distracting that I was to stop.
"Anything important?" I asked, rather sarcastically.
"Just another mug-punter!" She sneered disdainfully, finally putting down her phone.
I couldn't believe my ears! She was effectively admitting to me, that I was just a mug-punter who had fallen into her trap!!!
"Right, you've got five minutes to cum!" She declared, urging me to start bumming her again.
"What?!!!" I objected, knowing full-well that we were only about fifteen minutes in. "I paid for a full-hour!"
"Yeah, but you want your shower, don't forget." She argued.
"In the last fifteen minutes." I reminded her.
"Well, how long do you think it's been? We wasted about half-an-hour trying to get your floppy-cock hard!" She asserted, exaggerating enormously.
"Half an hour?" I protested.
"Five minutes...take it or leave it!" She shrugged, clearly unwilling to stick to our agreement.
"Okay!" I conceded, backing off. Understanding just how delicate the situation was, I knew it was unwise to push it and reasoned that it would at least give me a little more time to guzzle the sperm from her other punter's used-condoms.
I started easing myself slowly in and out of her pussy, again. Incredibly displeased with her, but knowing that there wasn't really anything I could do, short of storming out. Grabbing on to her arse-flesh (at least she let me do that), I began to build up my speed. Her skin was so incredibly silky-smooth and soft, that I stupidly let my hands wander a little, down to her waist.
"Arse only!" She spat, brushing my hands away.
It was such a shame; I would have paid triple to have a proper session of gfe with such an insanely voluptuous babe! But I suppose in reality, she probably would have only taken even more delight in ripping me off.
Getting going a second time, I soon built up my speed so that I was slamming into her arse-meat at quite a rate. I'll say one thing for her, she could take a pounding! The feeling of her big juicy-arse, slapping against my belly was amazing and the shock waves of each and every thrust of my hips rippled throughout the entire flesh of her body. I caught sight of her big juicy dangling tits, heaving back and forth, in the reflection of her mirror on her side-board. I was dying to grab hold of them and feel their weight, but I did as I was told and kept my hands to myself.
I groaned out loud with pleasure and she turned to give me a look of complete disdain, evidently pissed-off that I was actually enjoying myself. Ironically, this only served to heighten my sense of satisfaction. I thought about those condoms, all ten of them; all the vile-creamy spunk inside of them and how I was going to guzzle the lot, once I was done with the escort. The thought of guzzling all that delicious spunk, was turning me on so much that I actually started nearing my climax and let out a few groans and moans. Unfortunately for me, noticing I was on the verge of cumming, the cruel and sadistic Escort-From-Hell decided to deliberately ruin my orgasm:
"Right, that's five-minutes up!" She announced, suddenly pulling herself off my cock. "You need to go shower now."
What the fuck!!! The sly-fucker! I thought to myself. Firstly, for completely ruining my orgasm like that, but secondly because we were probably only about two or three minutes into the completely arbitrary five-minutes that she had rationed me!!!
The only plus-side, was the fact that she had ruined my orgasm meant I was going to enjoy guzzling all that dirty-sperm a hell of a lot more, with a full-bag of my own fuck-seed, boiling away in there. Still though, feeling somewhat victimised, I snatched up my clothes and marched across the landing into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
"You've got ten minutes!" She boomed after me. I looked at my watch; I had almost forty minutes left!!! Scam artist! Anyway, ten minutes was all I needed.
Ignoring the dirty-clothes basket, I dumped my own clothes on the floor and made straight for the bin. Grabbing every single condom from inside, I placed them all one-by-one over the side of the bath, so that I could inspect them, counting as I went:
"1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10."
I gulped hard; trying to imagine all the different guys who had spunked their loads to fill those condoms. The thought of tasting and swallowing all their dirty love-piss was making me feel so unbelievably light-headed, I thought I might faint. I only wished the Escort-From-Hell was feeding me them; ordering me to stick my tongue inside and suck them dry; all the while telling me how worthless I was.
Determined to go through with my self-imposed humiliation, I opened the shower-cubicle door and turned on the shower, so as not to raise her suspicions. Then, kneeling down beside the bath, with my legs wide-apart, I pulled the condom I had used to fuck the escort with off my cock and tossed it in the sink. I grabbed one of the cum-filled rubbers off the side of the bath and carefully slipped it onto my cock, trapping all the sperm inside. The sensations were truly amazing as I, slowly but surely, slid it down the full-length of my cock. Once fully on, I began wanking myself off inside of it, using the other guy's spunk as lube. Fuck, it felt good!
Still kneeling by the side of the bath, I grabbed the condom with the biggest load in it and placed my nose just inside the opening so that I could inhale the scent of this stranger's cum. It smelt truly revolting; making my head swim with lust-filled shame. Shaking with anticipation, I put the base up to my mouth and clamped it in between my lips. Then, still jerking myself off with my other hand, I tipped the used-condom upside-down and let it's vile contents ooze onto my tongue, allowing my mouth fill up with with this stranger's filthy jizz. I held my head back as far as I could, trapping his dirty-seed at the back of my throat for a few moments, before reaching forward and repeating the process with two more used-condoms, until I had three huge-loads of sperm in my mouth.
Then, with my mouth wide-open, but with my head tilted-back, I held the cocktail of jizz in my mouth and slowly wanked myself off, as I tried to imagine the three guys who had spunked their loads into the condoms. Recalling her "Thug-Life" tattoo, I imagined that the first load (the biggest) had been spunked by a violent-thug, who engaged in rough-sex with the escort, and throttling her, slapping her face and tits, throwing her around the room, speed-fucking her tonsils, and her loving it so much that she even gave him her private number afterwards.
I imagined that the second load had been spunked by a good-looking guy in his early twenties, with a huge cock, whom had given the young-escort a series of multiple-orgasms after she had shown him a really good time. Then, for some fucked-up and perverse reason, I imagined that the third load in my mouth had been spunked by a really fat and ugly, old-guy in his sixties, whom the young-escort had bizarrely really fancied and let him do all the things that she wouldn't even let me do, like grope her tits and feel her beautiful body, all the while shoving his fat, slug-like tongue down her throat as they kissed.
The thought that she would let such a fat, horrible, old-guy do all these things to her and that she had had nothing but disdain and contempt for me, denying me as much pleasure as she could, was such a huge turn-on that I had to stop masturbating, for fear that I would prematurely spunk into the already cum-filled rubber. I let go of my cock, pausing for a good twenty-seconds or so, to let the intensely-orgasmic feeling subside, then when I thought it was safe to do so, I grabbed back hold, started sliding the jizz-filled tube up and down my length.
I began easing my throat open, allowing a tiny trickle of semen to dribble into my oesophagus, deliberately taunting and teasing my senses, before opening-wide, unleashing the flood-gates and finally gulping-down all that yummy, revolting jizz down, deep into my belly; letting out a huge self-satisfied gasp upon completion. The exquisite feelings of shame and humiliation that engulfed me, couldn't be sweeter. I felt myself drifting in and out of my cuck-space, almost like I was drifting in and out of consciousness and had to stop masturbating and wait till I came back to my senses.
Turning away from the bath, I picked up the next two condoms in-line and emptied them onto the bathroom floor. I imagined that the vindictive young-escort had done this and had then instructed me to lick it all up. I got my face, right down to the ground and hungrily began licking and slurping the two stranger's dna, right there from the vinyl foor, all the while wanking and imagining that the cruel young-escort, had placed her foot on the back of my head and was pushing me forward, my tongue to slide across the surface of the floor, through the spunk. It doesn't get any nastier and more degrading than this, I thought to myself as I made myself slurp up all the stranger's slop from the floor, but I was in fact, quite wrong.
After cleaning up all of their nasty-jizz, I looked up and spotted the toilet. Lifting the lid, I grabbed the sixth condom and poured it's contents onto the toilet seat. My left arm was shaking quite violently as I tried to put my weight on it, to lean forward. But that didn't stop me hungrily licking off this stranger's spunk, as I continued masturbating, quite furiously with my right-hand. Fuck, that tastes sublime! I thought to myself, as I imagined the escort sitting there, taking a shit; her big fat, juicy-arse almost engulfing it the seat.
"My boyfriend will be here in five-minutes!" I suddenly heard her shout through the door; her hideous voice making me shudder.
I got back up to my feet and quickly turned the shower off, trying to make it sound like I was about to dry myself off. I really didn't want to be around when the Escort-From-Hell's boyfriend turned up. But at the same time, I really wanted to finish what I was doing and I wasn't going to let her pressure me to stop.
Realising I didn't have long left, I quickly emptied the next three used-condoms onto the toilet seat, like a line of coke. Determined to plunge myself into the ultimate depths of depravity, I covered my left nostril with one finger and began snorting the dirty-jizz up into my nasal-cavity. I took turns, frantically filling both of my nostrils with semen, before snorting it up, deep into my nasal-passages, trapping it there. The sensations were mind-blowing. It felt like my brain was filled with spunk!
With tears streaming from my eyes, I held it there for a good minute-or-so, whilst sliding the cum-filled rubber up and down the length of my shaft. A few tiny trickles of sperm leaked from my nasal-passages and began dribbling down into my throat, creating an exquisitely-torturous feeling, which combined with the sheer-humiliation of performing such a degrading act upon myself, had me edging towards an incredibly violent-climax.
Determined to synchronise my own orgasm with the final gulp-down, I used all of my will-power to hold the sperm where it was and when it the orgasm hit, I tipped back my head and simply let gravity drain drain my nasal-passages, flooding the back of my throat with copious amounts of cum. Then, I began squeezing my throat in a series of gulps, the sperm down my oesophagus, whilst squirting spurt-after-spurt-after-spurt of molten white-hot jizz into the, already cum-filled rubber, encasing my throbbing cock. It was one of the most violent orgasms I have ever experienced!!!
After cumming, I was a jibbering-wreck and needed another minute or two to recover. But, being a true sucker for punishment, I not only slid the twice-used condom off my cock and sucked out it's entire contents (including my own jizz), but I also collected up all of the empty-condoms, lined them back up on the side of the bath, and went through them all one-by-one, sucking out the last dregs of jizz till they were bone dry, making my cock become instantly rock-hard again.
Just as I finished, the Escort-From-Hell started banging on the door, shouting. I jumped to my feet and very quickly put on my clothes, telling her I would only be a minute. Then, before unlocking and opening the door, I reached into the dirty-clothes basket, grabbed the pair of dirty-panties and slipped them into my pocket, deliberately leaving the empty condoms on the bath for her to discover later.
"There aren't any towels in there." She said, as I entered the hallway.
"I know." I replied, turning immediately away from her and heading towards the front door, hoping and praying it was unlocked and that I could make a quick getaway.
"Well, how did you dry yourself?" She demanded to know.
"I used a sock." I replied, somewhat facetiously, as the door thankfully opened.
"I hope it wasn't one of mine." She sneered.
"Goodbye." I said as I left the house.
"Your hair isn't even wet!" I heard her say as I walked off down the path.
"You didn't even have a shower, did you?" She shouted after me. "I bet you were in there, sniffing my dirty-knickers weren't you? Fucking pervert!!!!"
As I made my way up her street, a proper gangster-type drove past in a black BMW, giving me an incredibly filthy look. Guessing he was the escort's boyfriend, I quickened my pace and made my escape, just in the nick of time. He parked right outside of her house, got out of the car and they both began scowling at me as she pointed me out, obviously telling him all sorts of shit. As I got to the bottom of the street, I turned and just caught sight of them with their tongues down each other's throats; the perfect couple.
Making my way to my own car, which was parked a few streets over, I wondered if the boyfriend turned up to interrupt bookings on a frequent-basis; deliberately cutting them short as part of a scam. But of course, this didn't fully square up with the fact that at least ten customer's had managed to fill up their condoms that day. Once I was safely in my car, I wondered if they had found the empty used-condoms. I couldn't stop laughing, imagining their confused and angry faces and all the names she'd be calling me.
Strangely enough, a few months later I spotted the very same escort on a dating app and her profile noted how much she liked "bad boys" and how she was looking for fuck-buddies (plural) for gang-bangs and rough-sex. It did strike me that this could just be a cunning way of fishing for punters, by soliciting unwitting-guys for dates and then demanding payment for sex upon meeting. But, it could also have been a genuine attempt to hook-up with thugs. With that incredibly curvy body and that bitchy-attitude, she'd be an amazing-fuck for a guy who was alpha-enough to tame her.
For some fucked up reason, as awful as my session was with the Escort-From-Hell, about a year after my visit with her, I desperately wanted to book another session with her and pay her to piss and shit in my mouth. Thankfully, I thought the better of this, concluding that she would most likely remember me or indeed, just rip me off again. Needless to say, I didn't attempt to contact her through her dating profile, either.
When I told my counsellor about my cum-snorting antics in the prostitute's bathroom, she seemed massively intrigued. I also noticed a little twinkle in her eye, when I mentioned the escort's gangster-type boyfriend, which convinced me that she had a bit of a penchant for thugs herself. I could actually write a whole story about my "relationship" with my sex-counsellor. Not that it ever developed into anything physical, but there was definitely a strong sexual-tension between us in the sessions. Plus, she did relate quite a few of her own experiences with sex-addiction and was quite candid about her own exploits (I think in an attempt to gain my trust), some of which were quite jaw-dropping. But, that's maybe for another time.
The End.
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