My story:
I don’t care how much SP’s make, I hope they make even more and the word spreads so it attracts better girls to the business. Do they all enjoy their work or is it for the money?…well here’s my story:
As I walked into this studio and I was greeted by the most ravishing beauty. Slim, sharp nose, a Christina Aguilera look-alike. I had a hard on the moment we shook hands. She said she was new to the biz and DaddyBoy was going to show her the ropes.
As she undressed slowly and I looked at her perfectly chiseled blemish-free body, I was in love. Her shaved P was the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. As I went down on her I was patient and used my life-long experience (spanning across the globe) to give her the first O. But I wasn’t done and my flickering tongue was persistent, taking her to the next level of ecstasy as she started to moan loudly. I stayed down there for at least half hour as her screams got louder, her eyes glazed over, her clam got wetter than a swimming pool as she climaxed for the fourth time. “Thank you sooo much,” she said gratefully.
For the main course we started with her on top, riding strong and hard, her loud mating sounds adding immensely to the experience. Her already tight P got tighter as she came closer to the peak. She spread her legs further apart and starter a grinding motion that in a few minutes put her over the top. I spun her around on my pole to the reverse cowgirl position and she had another go at it…but I wasn’t done yet. Next it was missionary.
My rhythmic pounding brought out the best is her. Her legs flaying, her long nails cutting into my back, her frenzied biting of my neck and shoulders, this was clearly once-in-a-lifetime experience for her. At this point she was screaming at the top of her voice and I was afraid that someone might break open the door and try to “rescue” her. Alas, nature obviously did not intend man to last forever. I eventually unloaded, and we both collapsed totally wasted and extremely happy
I silently congratulated myself on a job well done. After all experience counts. As I lay on the table catching my breadth, she quickly hopped into the shower.
After five minutes or so she was still showering, so I sat up and watched that angelic body glistening as light reflected off the soap on her body. That’s when my trained eye detected something odd. She wasn’t just cleaning herself; she was scrubbing hard, as if trying to peel off the outer layer of her skin. Washing her privates like no tomorrow as if to remove every trace of me from her body. This scenario simply did not fit the model of a newbie. In my experience, new girls often skip showering and if at all they do because its house policy, they are usually in and out very quickly. This overzealous attention to personal hygiene did not sit right with me. After about fifteen minutes, when she finally emerged from the shower, I decided to test her.
While walking towards the shower I turned around suddenly, looked her straight in the eye and asked, “What does your boyfriend have to say about your new job?” “Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend, I like girls!” “In fact I’m going after one right now, she’s very pretty, I hope can I get her.” My jaws dropped. This chick was a full blown lesbian! “But, but I stammered, you’re f**king guys.” “That’s just work, she said with a smile. I’m trying this new line of work for a few weeks, till I pay down my student loan.”
As I staggered out of the studio, my ego deflated and my self-esteem crushed, I realized what I should have known all along - it was all an act!
~DaddyBoy
P.S. If you don’t mind I'll keep her name and location to myself for now; I don’t want Mr. T to recruit her for Legends just yet
I don’t care how much SP’s make, I hope they make even more and the word spreads so it attracts better girls to the business. Do they all enjoy their work or is it for the money?…well here’s my story:
As I walked into this studio and I was greeted by the most ravishing beauty. Slim, sharp nose, a Christina Aguilera look-alike. I had a hard on the moment we shook hands. She said she was new to the biz and DaddyBoy was going to show her the ropes.
As she undressed slowly and I looked at her perfectly chiseled blemish-free body, I was in love. Her shaved P was the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. As I went down on her I was patient and used my life-long experience (spanning across the globe) to give her the first O. But I wasn’t done and my flickering tongue was persistent, taking her to the next level of ecstasy as she started to moan loudly. I stayed down there for at least half hour as her screams got louder, her eyes glazed over, her clam got wetter than a swimming pool as she climaxed for the fourth time. “Thank you sooo much,” she said gratefully.
For the main course we started with her on top, riding strong and hard, her loud mating sounds adding immensely to the experience. Her already tight P got tighter as she came closer to the peak. She spread her legs further apart and starter a grinding motion that in a few minutes put her over the top. I spun her around on my pole to the reverse cowgirl position and she had another go at it…but I wasn’t done yet. Next it was missionary.
My rhythmic pounding brought out the best is her. Her legs flaying, her long nails cutting into my back, her frenzied biting of my neck and shoulders, this was clearly once-in-a-lifetime experience for her. At this point she was screaming at the top of her voice and I was afraid that someone might break open the door and try to “rescue” her. Alas, nature obviously did not intend man to last forever. I eventually unloaded, and we both collapsed totally wasted and extremely happy
I silently congratulated myself on a job well done. After all experience counts. As I lay on the table catching my breadth, she quickly hopped into the shower. After five minutes or so she was still showering, so I sat up and watched that angelic body glistening as light reflected off the soap on her body. That’s when my trained eye detected something odd. She wasn’t just cleaning herself; she was scrubbing hard, as if trying to peel off the outer layer of her skin. Washing her privates like no tomorrow as if to remove every trace of me from her body. This scenario simply did not fit the model of a newbie. In my experience, new girls often skip showering and if at all they do because its house policy, they are usually in and out very quickly. This overzealous attention to personal hygiene did not sit right with me. After about fifteen minutes, when she finally emerged from the shower, I decided to test her.
While walking towards the shower I turned around suddenly, looked her straight in the eye and asked, “What does your boyfriend have to say about your new job?” “Oh, I don’t have a boyfriend, I like girls!” “In fact I’m going after one right now, she’s very pretty, I hope can I get her.” My jaws dropped. This chick was a full blown lesbian! “But, but I stammered, you’re f**king guys.” “That’s just work, she said with a smile. I’m trying this new line of work for a few weeks, till I pay down my student loan.”
As I staggered out of the studio, my ego deflated and my self-esteem crushed, I realized what I should have known all along - it was all an act!
~DaddyBoy
P.S. If you don’t mind I'll keep her name and location to myself for now; I don’t want Mr. T to recruit her for Legends just yet
