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Missuniqee' formerly '_MissHolly_XXX' of Dudley
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Preface: The British girls were slowly disappearing during this pandemic lark. Two of my regulars stopped answering calls and emails. Always on the look out for British talent this lady had been on my hotlist for a few months. She looked familiar, a memorable punt in Walsall a year earlier i wondered hopefully. Strategically poor and never revealing anything of value, I would wait patiently but her profile images would never change. With communication laboured my instincts were correct, 'drop her'. How does that even happen? After the British girls dwindled away, cost and availability would leave me wondering amongst the Romanian contingent but not before one last diligent effort paid off and i successfully arranged an encounter with this lady.
Communication rating: Intermittent, poor
Service requested: Oral and sex. 15 minutes.
Venue: Postcode DY1, a couple of minutes drive from the Black Country Museum. I arrived early so drove around the area looking for a suitable place to park and away from the property (as a rule) although at this time I wasn't aware of the house number. I get a kick out of wondering which house has that surprise for me. What's she going to be like? Neighbours watch my slowed vehicle as I clock door numbers, I didn't care. "Im going to fuck someone" I say to myself as some catch my gaze. I smirk, if only they knew.
The number text arrived, "here we go".
I parked out of site around the corner in a layby that serviced a shopping precinct.
Its a Semi detached property, or maybe mid terraced, i do not recall. Stairs elevate your presence leading to the front door and i felt quite exposed. High up, the neighbours see everything and must have an incline that cock action of some form must be in order considering the male strangers that look over their shoulders after knocking the door; just as I had. There is CCTV so it is possible you are being recorded.
What the fuck was that!?: After stepping through the opened door, a confined space at the base of some stairs would be the greeting area where i shuffled uncomfortably in the personal space of a stranger; a stranger who i was about to fuck. Her attire would not reflect the purpose of this visit. A small frame, 5'2" ish, not petite but malnourished, mid to late 20s, blonde hair and facial tattoos. Her profile images bear some resemblance. It is the girl but so strategically shot they betray reality, i was disappointed.
I was directed upstairs. Leading the way i would be robbed of the chance to judge her arse.
We ended up in her front bedroom. My instincts clicking stay or go, stay or go. That was then, nowadays I terminate no questions asked should any doubt arise.
In my defense I was aware that this could be the last British hope i may have for a while.
The floor i could see was filthy, it needed a hoover. With nowhere to place my clothes they were folded and placed on top of my shoes to avoid touching the floor.
I expected her to acknowledge my existence but she lay there unresponsive. With her glaring straight ahead into thin air I can only describe the sexual circumstance as awkward, freaky, unwelcome emotions considering the financial arrangement.
Unsure of what else to do i took the initiative and showed her my cock. I had to tell her to put it in her mouth. The oral execution was poor, inexperienced. Swiftly moving on I asked her to remove her clothes.
Then it happened, it hit me hard. 'What the fuck was that!?' I thought with a mental frown.
I imagined all things ungodly disposed of and left to rot in a takeaway restaurant dumpster. 'Surely not' i dismissed. Has she stepped in dog shit? Maybe the dog scooted its ass on her clothes or something?
Rolling on the condom I would battle the pessimistic thoughts. Whilst fucking her from behind the stench became unbearable. Erection death imminent and time limited I pushed her arse cheeks together trying to stem the convection currents rising directly into my nostrils. 'No, not working, damn'. I held my breath but this made me sweat profusely. I was losing, it wasn't happening, my erection telling me in no uncertain terms that I'm having a laugh, 'see you later, im off'.
They say we are a product of our environment. This young lady seemed inexperienced in many ways and im not referring exclusively to the sexual aspect. The stench was bad. How could she not possibly be aware? Maybe hygiene ignorance?
The trauma lives with me, I can still smell it when I think about it. I have been with cleaner Romanians at half the price. Financially relieved and unsatisfied, an absolutely disgusting experience.
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