My first experience with a sex prostitute came about when my chick was overseas. I had become a bit isolated since dating her, and I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself. As I was looking for addresses for escort agencies in the phone book - I sold then perfume and stockings, at the time, I came up with a bright idea.

I liked to walk where I worked as this also kept me fit, and I saw there were a lot of local agencies. So I thought, why not call them up and give them a bit of trade, I had already made enough money out of 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.

It has never been a problem for me to walk into a brothel or escort agency as they are so nicely called, because I am used to selling there. Although this time the tables were turned, it was easy for me to walk in.

A couple of girls came up to me as I ordered a drink at the bar, asked me if I wanted a date, and I said I wanted a drink first and I was still shopping.

Eventually I picked on one little girl who looked promising and as I was hungry, I asked her out to dinner. She said sure, and off we went like any regular date. We got talking and she told me how her husband liked the fact she was a call girl, it turned him on. I was fascinated.

You know what, the evening passed and we had a really good time, when I dropped her back at the agency, we had had dinner and drinks and a really good and interesting talk, but I didn’t feel any excitement or sexual energy. I just paid her and left her there, standing on the doorstep, thanking her for the great date, while she stared at me as though I had lost my marbles.

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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