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External Link/Members OnlyWhat a fucking disaster. It's hard to find anything positive from this experience. The only upside is that I only wasted £40 and not more. And it was her cheap rate that attracted me to her profile - along with her young age. She's no looker! But I liked the look of her hot little bod. In real life she's smaller than I was expecting. Petite. Tiny in fact. Hungarian but dark skinned like a Roma gypsy, a bad-toothy smile, which would hint at a warm welcome, albeit only until silver had crossed her palm.
So I didn't really like the look of her, why didn't I walk? I was looking for a cheapo punt (and this was scraping the barrel even by my usual cheapo standards) - one to make up for a really shit one I had earlier this very same week. I actually wanted to book Carla at Xena's old place, having heard good things about her but alas she wasn't answering her phone all day. Back to the punt now underway - things went from bad to worse. Do I even need to go into detail I wonder. This was like shit-punting-by-numbers: lying about services on her profile and on the phone to get me there (check); immediately reaching for the condom to attach to my limp dick as soon as my last garment of clothing is removed (check); wanking me really quickly in an effort to make me cum quickly (check); rushing me, feigning tiredness and sighing with rolled eyes at the request of a position change (check); taking calls from othe punters (and one call in Hungarian - her pimp I expect) whilst I'm still fucking her (check!).
The second bloke she spoke to on the phone said he was waiting outside. I was less than 15 minutes in to my half hour booking. "Wait 5 minutes", she tells him. After that she was trying really hard to get me to cum and it was uncomfortable. Wanking my cock like she's wielding a toilet plunger and using it in a vain attempt to shift a particularly nasty blockage. Now she's getting angry with me, "what's the problem!". Her broken English continues, "you fucking me and I sucking but you not cumming!". Well the problem is that I don't like to be rushed and anyway there's still plenty of time left so I ask what's her problem. Now she gets really mad and I have to calm her down - worried she'll next resort to yelling for the pimp. I get up and get dressed. Cut my losses. It's awkward but at least she's now calm. I managed to get dressed quicker than I got undressed - no mean feat in the dark.
I step outside her building and predictably the next customer is waiting. I want to warn him. Don't do it! But bottle it. And off I go back to the tube. Not even a decent kebab shop in sight. Fucking disaster.
