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| I fucked a whore last night. by Quétinbec 10/29/2009, 10:56pm PDT | ||||
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| I had a reputation as a time waster with the whores because I'd taken a whore home a last week and not fucked or paid her. I didn't pay her because I thought she was in love with me and would fuck me for free (out of love!) in the hope that I could be her ticket out of that shitty life! She was very impressive and had deceived me into thinking I was better than the others. It's their job to fool you into thinking you're a special person. If you have even the tiniest bit of pride, they'll get you. I'm usually pretty good with that, but she was better and she got me. She showed me pictures of her dogs, talked about the difficulties of working as a hairdresser in Bangkok, made me a pretty rose out of a napkin, and told me how much better life would be for us in NZ etc... She seemed so strong, and happy, and cunning that I thought we could do anything together.
What happened with her is a long story, but because of it, I pretty much got blacklisted from my local whore bar. However, at my friend's insistence, I went back last night. He'd sent the whore texts to try and "smooth things out" between us and got me drunk enough to not give a shit. There was another whore there I wanted to fuck because she was spunky and pretty and 17 y/o. Fortunately, the whore who'd pretended I could rescue her wasn't there to make me feel guilty. Because of my reputation, the 17y/o whore now no longer looked at me, though. On her way to the toilet, I called out to her. I said hello and straight up asked her if she'd fuck me for 30BD. How's that for wasting time?! She asked for 40BD but I refused. Because of my reputation, she asked to be paid now. I took my money out of my back pocket and fumbled around with it like an idiot in the middle of the whore bar! My friend made fun of me and I laughed at myself to feel less awkward. I gave the money to her and she went to talk to her friends while I finished my drink. As I walked out of the bar with her, one of the bar girls shook my hand. I don't know why. My friend has a two bedroom executive residence at a 5 star hotel. On the drive there, the whore asked me if I would be her good friend or her bad friend. I can't remember how I answered that, but I don't remember saying anything clever. Then I sat and thought about "bad friends" for a while and told her that you can't have a bad friend. A bad friend is an enemy. She didn't understand. I suppose as a whore you can have bad friends, though. I didn't say anything. My friend didn't want to be seen with us as we went to his room, so he entered through the main hotel entrance a few minutes after we entered the executive residences. When the whore and I arrived in the bedroom, I talked some shit to her. I talked for about 20 minutes. She asked me when I wanted to get married. I said in two years. Her English wasn't very good so it was a struggle. From my reputation, she got it into her head that I was someone who only wanted to talk, so she looked disappointed when I said it was time to fuck. I showered. She showered. Separately. She said my penis was very big so we shouldn't fuck for long or it would be too painful. I didn't believe her. She made a lot of noise. I asked her to stop making noise. She didn't understand the word noise so I had to imitate her fake orgasm moans and say "stop". She didn't stop, but was quieter. After we'd fucked for about 20 minutes, I asked her, "If I cum now, can I hold you for 5 minutes?" "No 5 minute. Cum now." "Yes, I'll cum now, but can I hold you for 5 minutes afterwards?" "No 5 minute! Now. Hehe." "You don't understand. I want to hold you. Hug you. Do you understand? You don't understand." *Smile* She fucked me with her eyes closed. So I came. I didn't make any noise when I came. She pointed at the cum at the end of my condom and said, "Babies". At the end of the fuck, she asked me if she could stay the night. I said I didn't have enough money for that. She said it would be free and said, "future" and pointed between me and her. She said she was the sister of one of the girls I almost fucked there. I kinda believe that. She said their parents were both killed in a car crash when they were little. I believe that less, but how can you possibly know. She said she had to pay her "mama-san" (Japanese?!) $4,000 for the 3 months she spent over here and had already paid off $3,000, so she wasn't desperate for the cash and could spend the night if I could be her "future". That's what I understood. Her English was too poor to put my mind at ease. I went and spoke with my friend about it. She got the wrong idea and thought I didn't want her to stay. She asked if I could take her back to the whore bar. My friend drove us both back because I was too drunk. I asked her if she was OK a couple of times during the trip and laughed loudly at my friends jokes to make her think I was a friendly person. I didn't speak to her apart from that, though. She kissed me on the lips as she left the car. |
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