Everything about sex on and off the phone

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 used to pick on local agencies, so I could walk while I worked, this had the added benefit of keeping me fit. And as I looked at the names, numbers and addresses, I thought to myself, why not give them some trade for a change, why no try 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.

Not believing it would be a good idea to frequent one of the locals - within walking distance. I looked for one in the next suburb and found just what I was looking for. I called them up and made an appointment, thinking what was it to be? A hand job, blow job, fuck or all three?

I have never been shy to enter an agency and never been shy to talk to sex prostitutes either, its all part of life, and in any case, a lot of my living was made selling to them. This time the tables were turned.

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.

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.

I was a real gentleman, I told you it was really weird. But you know what, some things happen for a reason, and that little girl and I ended up becoming really good friends - had found a fetish, I liked it when someone told me about the sex they had with other people too, just like her husband thats why I Like sex prostitutes.

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