External Link/Members OnlyOMFG - My worst punt ever by a mile.
Comms were a bit hit and miss, but got there in the end. Directed to a serviced apartment building in Liverpool near the waterfront. Up in the lift and immediately hear loud music blaring. Follow the music to the door I'm looking for and knock. Hear a muffled shout from inside, sounds a bit like 'come in'. Try the handle but it's broken anyway. Knock a few more times and hear a few more shouts and groans from inside. At this point I'm thinking she's clearly off her face and I'm about to leave, but then the door opens.
She's exactly like the photos, dressed in strappy underwear and didn't seem too wasted in the flesh, so I hand over the 100 notes and strip off. No offer of a shower, so straight to business. She kept asking if I'm there for a blow&go, so I remind her I'm there for half an hour. She didn't seem bothered either way and continued with OWO, which to be fair was very good, but it went downhill fast from there.
I asked if I could lick her pussy, so she got on the bed. I spend a few minutes licking her clit and fingering her when I notice an unpleasant whiff so I stop and think I'll just fuck her and get it over with. Condom on and I'm pounding away and she starts talking in a baby voice, saying 'fuck me daddy' and 'mummy's going to be angry when she gets home', etc, etc., which was off-putting but I didn't engage with it and tried to ignore. I then notice the large whipped cream gas bottle, so she's clearly been inhaling N2O. As I'm about to cum, I learn in for a kiss and she turns her head away saying something about her lips being sore. When my post-orgasmic vision returns I notice she has a slightly gross scab (or something) on her lip, which I hadn't noticed before in the dimly lit room and I'm feeling a bit worried about.
I then pull out and get the most disgusting waft of rotten pussy odour. I'm about to throw up, so I hurriedly ask to go to the bathroom, where I'm met by a scene of devastation. There's a dog in there (a small French bulldog) and blood over the floor, the dog bed and a pile of towels on the floor. No bin, so I stuffed the used condom in an empty toilet roll tube, and no clean towels to be seen, so I just wash myself off in the sink as best I can, get dressed and leave. On the way out I find out that the dog's having a period, hence the blood, but I'm not particularly reassured. I went straight to the nearest shop and bought mouthwash and the biggest bottle of alcoholic hand sanitiser I could find.
Urghh. I may have PTSD.
