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Prostitute Stories: Escort Girlfriend for 2 WeeksI’ve noticed that most people are bad at judging the size of someone’s dick. They tend to exaggerate and the number everyone flocks to is 12 inches. When you hear someone say, “That thing must have been at least a foot long” or “I took all of his 12 inches”. Well that’s bullshit almost nobody has seen a dick that big in real life. Do me a favor if you have a ruler handy go grab it. I want you to run to your nearest mirror, turn sideways, and place that ruler in front of your crotch. Do you see how insanely large this actually is? Even the largest dicks in porn are generally under 10 inches. I would bet for most people who claimed to have seen a 12 inch cock if measured it would actually fall somewhere between 8 and 9 inches. Don’t get me wrong 8 inches is a big dick! You could wrap 2 hands around 8 inches and the head would still be poking out. 12 is laughably large. It’s a fairy tale. Now the next time you hear someone make this claim you’ll know that they’re full of shit. If you find yourself believing them just remember how ridiculous you looked with that ruler jutting out from between your legs. Anyway let’s get on with the story.So there I was sitting in a hotel room with the hugest dick I’ve ever seen dangling right in front of my face. I swear to god on a stack of bibles that thing must have been at least a foot long.“Ok baby bend over.”“Hell no! I don’t do that shit.”“Yea right I hear that before. ‘Oh I no do this never. I straight, I have a wife and k**s.’ No hay problema. I no judge baby.” “I’m serious! No! Look why don’t you get on the bed, try to tuck that thing away and play with your tits or something. I’ll see if I can get hard and . . .”“I no understand.”“I’m going to try to get hard and fuck you. Mi . . . Mi lapiz en tu . . . en tu . . . In your asshole. I’m going to fuck you . . . in the butt.”“Oh No! I top.”“What does that mean? En inglés por favor.”“¡Si es Inglés! I AM A TOP!”“Yo no compren . . . I don’t understand. What is that?”“A top! You no fuck me. I fuck you papi!”“What the fuck is this?? Why the fuck would you get tits and an ass like that if you just want to be the dude!?”“Why you come here for!?”“I don’t know!” We sat there in silence staring at each other, each trying to read the other’s next move.“You want suck instead?”“No not really.”She walks across the room and lights up a cigarette. Her brow furrowed. She’s frustrated but I can see the gears turning in her head as she tries to solve this geometry problem I’ve just dropped in her lap. I’ve got to admit this chick is fucking hot! She’s got smooth even tanned skin, shiny jet black hair styled in a bob cut framing her face. Her body is sculpted, toned but curvy. Her perfect posture props up two expertly crafted mounds of silicone. Her tapered waist transitions seamlessly into shapely hips. Then there’s the pièce de résistance a bulbous yet firm backside. Not too big, not too small, a tastefully executed, needle injected, artistic creation. Does any of it look real? Well no, not quite but that’s ok. She looks real enough to confuse my dick which is now throbbing against my zipper at the sight of her man made curves. She’s Latina, Mexican, but could probably be mistaken for Asian. Her English isn’t very good but it’s much better than my Spanish which is terrible. Honestly the Spanglish tones dancing off her collagen filled lips just adds to her sex appeal. Unfortunately my terrible Spanish and her terrible English Is the reason we’re in this situation right now. Let that be a lesson to you guys. If you’re answering escort ads written in a language you barely understand don’t be surprised when little problems arise. And by little problems I mean big problems. I’m assuming you guys know what I’m getting at here . . . the penis. I’m talking about the gigantic footlong 8 inch girl penis dangling between her legs.She stands up, towering over me. She’s naturally tall but in those stripper heels she might as well be wearing stilts. She paces across the room leaving trails of cigarette smoke in her wake. I hear a noise. It sounds like something dropped.“Hey is someone else here?”“Don’t worry baby it’s just my friend.”No sooner had she said that, than a woman burst out of the bathroom.“Hey! I’m sorry girl I just couldn’t take it in there anymore. I thought you guys would be done by now. I’m just going to grab my things and get out of your way so you guys can figure out whatever it is you’re trying to do here.”It’s a girl. I mean a real girl at least I think she is. She was drenched in sweat fanning herself furiously. She was a short BBW and that’s with an emphasis on that first B, round everywhere with a noticeably HUGE ass. She had an almost elf like face with pronounced, cherry red, cheeks and a bulbous nose. She’s actually kind of cute other than the make up plastered all over her face. Wait a minute I recognize this girl! It took me a second to realize where I’d seen her. She was a Backpage girl!Ladies and gentlemen this is Mya and what I just told you was the true story of how Mya and I first met. My apologies to those of you who thought this was going to be a story about tranny sex. By the way this isn’t her real name but for the sake of this story I’ll continue to refer to her as Mya.This is one of those times when I have absolutely no problem posting the girl’s real pic. Why am I ok with this? Well because back in 2015 to about 2017 if you regularly browsed escort sites in Southern California then I guarantee you’ve seen her face. In O.C. her pictures were plastered all over Backpage and Craigslist with a new post up every couple of hours of every single day.After that night I thought about her alot but it would still be a few months before I finally decided to text her and set up a date. That night we texted back and forth for a few minutes and once I passed her screening she agreed to see me and sent me the location. Within an hour I was showered, dressed, and sitting in the parking lot of a Motel 6. I’m staring at my phone, waiting anxiously for her to send me the room number. After a minute or two I finally get the text.“Hey babe come in. Room 123”The second I exited the car I could feel my dick growing hard. I fight with my crotch attempting to look presentable as I enter the lobby. I hate motels that don’t have exterior rooms. I smile and nod at the woman manning the front desk. I’m paranoid wondering if she suspects why I’m here. Nah. She probably just assumes I’m another guest staying at the motel. Before I can finish that thought I come to a stop, standing in the middle of the lobby. It forks into 2 hallways. While aydın escort it only takes me a second to realize that room 123 is down the hallway to my right, that short pause was long enough to give me away.“Can I help you sir?”“No I’m ok. Thank you.”OK well now I know for sure that she knows why I’m here. I can only imagine how many well dressed men she’s watched walk through those same doors tonight, make awkward eye contact, pause in the middle of the lobby, only to go down the hallway to the right, and knock on the same door that I’m standing in front of now.“Knock Knock Knock”I can hear some rustling on the other side and then nothing. I stand there waiting for what feels like forever. When I finally decided to knock again the door flew open.“Hiiiiii!”Before I can react I’m in a bearhug, enveloped by 2 giant arms in a vise grip around my waist. I’m drowning in a wave of bodywash and perfume. She pulls me into the room and seats me at the desk. “I’m so happy you called me you look good I love that shirt on you”.I was really thrown off guard by how affectionate she was right out the gate. Mya acted as if we were long lost friends. There was an immediate comfort and familiarity that seemed so strange considering we were two strangers. Wait . . . Is it possible that she remembers me from that first date? There’s now way. It was months ago and she barely glanced at me before heading out the door. If you’re thinking it’s because she’s an escort and she’s just acting I can tell you from experience that this is unlikely. In most of my experiences girls from backpage/craigslist usually have an attitude about them as though they’re actually better than you the client. I’ve always assumed this is actually a defense mechanism developed in response to dealing with bad clients. Alot of men feel that because they are whores they can treat these women like shit. I guess it’s only natural when put in this position a woman would develop the kind of response that gives them the feeling of some control. Unfortunately for me this attitude tends to be a trigger for my own insecurities around manhood, race, relationships, and every other fucking thing swirling around in my head. The irony is it provokes exactly the kind of response that they’re trying to avoid in the first place. I’ve mentioned before that I don’t enjoy dating these kind of girls. My preference is for tweekers, trailer trash, junkies, drunks. There are many reasons for this but I’m pretty sure, at least partially, this is one of the reasons why. Mya is different though. For some reason she’s genuinely excited to see me. I don’t understand it but it still feels good.“Oh my god you got here so fast I didn’t have time to finish preparing the room for you.”I didn’t notice her accent the first time there’s a slight Rosie Perez quality to it. Hmm. . . that reference is probably a bit dated. Let’s try that again. I didn’t notice her accent the first time there’s a slight Cardi B quality to it but less hardened by the cold streets of NY. It’s more inviting with a warm relaxed California lilt to cut the edge. I want to ask her if she’s Puerto Rican. I’ve developed a bad habit of asking hispanic women this question ever since I moved out west. I’ve somehow convinced myself I have a sixth sense and can identify which landmass their ancestors hail from by glancing at their face and pinpointing their accent. I show some restraint.Mya runs to her phone and starts pumping some 90’s R&B hits through her bluetooth speaker. She shuffles around the room lighting candles and incense. All I can see is a jumble of olive tinged, flesh bouncing around as she darts from one end of the room to the other. Once the candles were lit she did something curious. She pulled out a package of these bendy, plastic, rings and one by one she cut them in half. When she had about a dozen or so done she grabbed them, walked to the center of the room, faced the wall, and lifted her arm into a windup.“SPLAT”She whipped her arm forward again and again, facing a different wall each time. Then she hopped on the bed, bouncing, laughing, and throwing her arms around. With each swing you could hear the splatter of a liquid hitting the wall. What the hell was she doing? Whenever I get to the point on a date where I’m asking myself What the hell is going on? I always jump to the same conclusion. She must be on d**gs. 95% of the time I’m right.“Take off your clothes, shut off the lights, and come join me.”Shit. d**gs or no d**gs she didn’t have to tell me twice. I stripped down naked ran to the entrance, turned the lights off and . . . Oh! I see. She’s not on d**gs.“You like it? Cool huh?”We were surrounded by glowing, splotches of violet, orange, and green. Neon constellations were splattered across the room.I turned towards my date to find her whole outfit illuminated by black light. I couldn’t get rid of the goofy smile on my face. I crawled onto the bed, staring at her. I told her that I was very impressed by her effort. She replied with a thank you and then she attacked me. Her lips were sealed to my neck, her hand formed a tight grip around my dick. She began stroking it, forging it into a steel rod, hot, hard pressed against her large stomach. She bent over and took me into her mouth. Her head pivoted back and forth, her lips sliding up and down the length of my stiff tool. Each thrust caused her enormous backside to ripple. I couldn’t help myself. I reached out grabbing 2 giant fistfuls of her meaty, piles of flesh. I squeezed, pulled, and kneaded her jiggly, backside. I was fascinated by its size and her proportions. I slapped down hard enough to hear the clap echo, bouncing throughout the room. She didn’t even flinch. Instead Mya grabbed me by the waist pulling me deeper into her gaping jaw until I was lodged in her throat. A few seconds later she finally pulled away gasping for air and coughing up spittle. My dick is dripping, covered in her syrupy throat nectar.“Sit back baby I like to be on top”. As if I had no say in the matter she pushes me onto my back, and mounts me. By the time It registers that she intends to fuck me bareback it was too late to object. I’m already inside of her. In my past I used to have a problem with this. Let’s be honest I would lose my shit at the thought of sex without condoms especially with a hooker. This has changed over time after a few mishaps and the occasional loss of self control. This has happened enough times that I’m now completely excited by women who just don’t give a fuck about condoms. Unfortunately I’m even more turned when it’s a hooker who doesn’t care. This rarely happens with an escort. escort aydın Despite what you might think most online girls are really strict about condom use. Many refuse to even do a blowjob or a handjob unless you’re covered. Some girls won’t even risk touching you to put the condom on, insisting that you do it yourself. As for the few that are willing to do bareback they will charge you an arm and a leg for the privilege. This was completely different, it was more than just willingness. I never even asked for this. She literally took matters into her own hands.Mya leaned forward resting her full weight on my chest. She began jacking her hips back and forth, grinding me into the bed. There was no screaming, no moaning, just heavy breathing only interrupted by the occasional low grunt. The bouncy, sweet, bubbly demeanor had vanished. In its place was a focused,determined, penetrating gaze. Her slick, muscley, funnel contracted rhythmically squeezing me with each thrust of her hips. I was relieved that she wasn’t too tight. I like being able to pound the daylights out of my date without having to worry that I’m going to shoot my load prematurely.Right on time as if she could sense what I was thinking she started riding me faster. Her comfortable, roomy cabin interior was now cramped, suffocating. Those gooey, wet fleshy walls were tightening around me strangling the living daylights out of my dick. Is this bitch trying to get me to shoot my load early? I can’t stand when whores do this. If I’m paying you for your time let me enjoy the experience at my own pace. These money hungry sluts want you to cum as soon as possible so that they can get their next date in there and just don’t give a fuck about your experience.“Hey girl slow down I’m about to nut.” No response, just a dead stare looking past me as she continues riding.“ Slow down your going to make me cum”.“Ok go ahead.”“Hold on. Get off for a second. Hey get off!”I try to push her off and she leans her full weight against me. I try again and manage to tip her over just in time. She falls to the side of the bed as I shoot a stream of cum into the air landing on the bed sheets. She looks at me annoyed.“Why did you stop me?”“I’m not wearing a fucking condom. What do you mean why did I stop you?”“So what. What are you so scared of?”She quickly gets up, grabs my dick and once again stuffs it inside of her riding me furiously.“Don’t go soft. Try and stay hard. Don’t move until I’m done!”What the fuck is going on? She starts fucking me furiously, eyes closed, teeth clenched, and sweat running down her face. To look at her you would never imagine this girl could be so agile. I look down and see we are both drenched in a soapy lather. Her insides are leaking out and smeared all over my lower body.“Almost there. Don’t pull out!”Her piston like gyrating slowed to a crawl. She carefully rocked back and forth on top of me until her body started convulsing. It was only for a second or two and ended with a low guttural moan and a loud sigh of relief. I felt the thud of her body collapsing onto the bed. She immediately rolled onto her side, placed her head on the pillow and closed her eyes. Yea I’m serious that really happened she came and immediately went to sleep.I sat there in silence just dumbfounded at what just happened. She wasn’t trying to rush me out the door she was trying to bust a nut herself. Now that she accomplished her goal she didn’t seem to even care that I was still in the room. It was as if this date was more about her than about me. I was so thrown off by this strange behavior I didn’t know what to do. Normally at the end of a date I would just get dressed, have some polite chat, and leave but I just sat there staring at her. She eventually reached her hand out and grabbed my arm, pulling me down next to her. She kissed me on the lips, wrapped her arm around me, and nestled her head under my neck. I layed there with her in my arms until we fell asleep.When I finally woke up it took me a second to remember where I was and who this girl was wrapped in my arms. I leaned over to grab my phone. It was 4:00 am. She rolled over, still half asleep, and pulled me closer. She lifted her head, and gently pressed her lips against mine.“Are you ready to leave?”“Yea I have to go”.“OK . . . Can you stay a few more minutes?”.A wave rushed through me. A heat like energy, through my face, down my chest, landing with a thud in the pit of my stomach. My heart swelled. I looked down and gently pressed my lips against hers.“Yea. OK.”It’s 6:00 am. I finally manage to get out of bed without waking her up. I pace back and forth gathering my clothes haphazardly tossed around the room. When I make my way over to grab my underwear I see the money I left on the desk still sitting there. She didn’t collect it. Hell I don’t think she ever even checked to see if I paid the right amount. I toss in a tip and then continued to get dressed. Her eyes opened when I grabbed my keys.“Are you leaving?”“Yea I’ve got to head back I’ve got work soon”.“Can you stay for a few more minutes?”“Sorry that’s not going to work this time I really have to go”.I walk over and kiss her on the forehead and thank her for treating me so well. She pulls me by the shirt and kisses me again.“Ok baby text me when you get off work so I know when you’re on your way. I’ll try to be done with my dates before you come back”.“ What? Really? Ummm. . . OK . . . sure I will.”I leave the room shutting the door behind me. As I make my way down the hall there’s a noticeable spring in my step and a smile on my face. When I approach the front desk my eyes locked with the same woman from the night before. The look of shock on her face was quickly replaced with a polite smile of her own. She greeted me good morning and I responded in kind. I got to my car, hopped in and started the engine.“What the fuck was that!?” I doubled over in my seat and literally laughed out loud. Seriously what the fuck happened in there? Mya didn’t ask me if I wanted to do another date. She simply assumed I was coming back tonight and said it so matter of factly it’s as if this was our normal routine. It was as if the door to that room was a time portal and the second I walked in it fast forwarded me into the middle of a relationship that I didn’t even realize I had.I got very little done at work that day. My thoughts kept drifting back to her, I wasn’t sure if she was expecting me to come back as a trick or something more. The uncertainty was exciting. After work I jumped in my car and headed straight to the motel. I sent her a text to let her know that I’m on my way.“Hey just left aydın escort bayan work.”“Babe get me sum Jack In The Box”“K”“1 Jumbo Jack meal, 2 tacos, 3 eggrolls”“K”“Don’t forget ranch and sweet and sour sauce.”“K c u in 20”I fucking hate when girls ask me to run errands for them. When I arrive at the motel I receive another text.“Don’t come in! Finishing last date! Sorry :(“Messing with hookers requires the ability to have patience. It would be another 10 minutes before she gave me the go ahead. In the parking lot I pass a guy walking to his car. I’m pretty sure it’s her last date. White, tall, older guy, thinning brown hair. He’s clean cut, business casual. I reflexively looked down at his hands. Yep a wedding ring.When I enter the hotel guess who’s standing at the front desk? Seriously WTF!? Does anyone else work here besides this girl? She gives me that now familiar look of shock quickly masked by a gentle smile.“You’re back!”“Yes I am”“Well have a good night”“You too”.I head down the hallway. This must look so gross from her perspective. Just a revolving door of men. Mya sticks her head out into the hallway and greets me warmly.“BABY!”She grabs me tightly and kisses me, pulling me into the room. I’m hoping she was courteous enough to brush her teeth before planting that kiss on my lips.“Where’s my food?”She grabs the bag out of my hand, jumps on the bed and starts stuffing her face with curly fries.“You remembered to ask for ranch, right?”“Yea it’s in there”.“Baby do me a favor. Open that drawer over there, take out $40 and give it to Michelle. She’s the girl at the front desk. Tell her it’s from me. Oh and take out what I owe you for the food.”I go to the night stand and open the drawer. I didn’t count but if I were to guess it looked like over $500 in a messy pile of tens and twenties. “You sure you don’t want to do this yourself? They may want to see your ID or something . . .”“No you do it babe, I don’t want to have to get dressed and all that. It’s ok Michelle is my friend I owed her that money I told her I’d get it to her tonight.”Earlier I questioned whether I was returning to her as just a trick there to do another date or if she now saw me as something more. I think I just got my answer. I take out $40 and head to the front desk.So it turns out they were friends the whole time. I spent all that neurotic energy worrying about what she thought for nothing. Michelle turned out to be really cool about the whole thing. She was wondering who the hell I was since she’s never seen one of Mya’s dates stay the whole night before. I told her that I was just as surprised as she was.When I returned Mya dragged me to the bed and fucked my brains out. Like the night before it was sweaty and raw. This quickly became more about her and less about me. She sucked me off only long enough to get me hard and then selfishly pleased herself on my dick. She rode the same position working my cock to hit the exact same spot over and over. It must have been working because she was cuming her brains out. With the fire in her loins extinguished and her belly filled with “Jack in the Crack” she could now get a good night sleep. We slept, we woke, we fucked, and slept again. In the morning we had a goodbye fuck and when I left there was no money exchanged just the promise that I would return again that night.So this became our routine. Every night around midnight, after she “finished work” I would head to her motel room. Most nights we would chat a little fuck then go to sleep but sometimes we would go out. This would be at any 24 hour spot that was open: Denny’s, Subway, Jack and the Box, 7-11, CVS. After years of late night cruising these places have become a second home to me. Now when I talk about going out you should remember what I said earlier when introducing Mya. This girl’s face was plastered all over the classifieds. Walking around late at night with Mya on my arm confirmed one thing for me. A shit-ton of guys are regularly checking out escort sites! Everywhere we went men would stare giving awkward looks. The girl has a very recognizable face and body so there was no mistaking her when you saw her. On a few occasions guys would mention that she looked familiar but couldn’t remember from where. Once a cashier caught himself mid sentence remembering exactly where he had seen her from. LOL! I dreaded going anywhere with her that involved a younger crowd. College age guys were the worst. Laughing, pointing, rude gestures. I would often ask her if she was embarrassed when guys recognized her. She wasn’t embarrassed Mya loved the attention. The sex was great and it was fun going out on those late night mini adventures but this mini relationship was doomed from the beginning. We only lasted for about 2 weeks. If you’ve noticed Mya can come across as being a little bossy. As she grew more comfortable with me that side of her started coming out more. For example earlier in the story the way she didn’t ask me to come over she just assumed I was coming back. At the time I was enamored by the way she handled that situation. When I spent more time with her I realized this was actually a behavioral trait of hers. Mya never asked for anything. She just assumes she’s going to get whatever she wants. Over time this weird trait of hers started driving me crazy. It always came off as inconsiderate and rude. The breaking point was one night after a particularly stressful day at work she called me up. As soon as I picked up the phone she said something like ‘You need to get down here and drive me over to the mall before it closes’. I fucking lost it and started yelling at her about how she needs to learn how to talk to people. She didn’t apologize. Instead she yelled over me saying I was being disrespectful to her and that I needed to apologize. I’d had enough. I hung up the phone and that was the last time we spoke. She never tried to call back and sort things out. To be honest if she had I probably would have continued seeing her. I don’t know if I ever actually liked her but the pussy was good and I was in love with that meaty body of hers. I would have liked to continue but my own pride stopped me from calling her back. Soon after, I noticed her ads dissapeared. It took some searching before I realized that she set up shop in Los Angeles and continued working from there.I originally wanted to include links to Mya’s actual ads in this story but unfortunately it took me forever to finish writing this. In that time the last of her ads from years ago have been taken down. I find it hard to believe that she has completely stopped working so every once in a while I do a search to see if I can find anything. As of today I’ve yet to find a new post. Then again I might not be looking in the right places. She was never from the area and many escorts travel nationwide. Mya could be anywhere in the country.-H123
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