Where it happened: Apartment
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
He called himself Dr Harry and drove a white BMW. He was Indian and around fortyish, and ‘his wife didn’t understand him’. So he frequented escort agencies. They called him especially for me, as he would ‘be gentle’ on my first time.
My first night at the agency had been a disaster: they didn’t really believe me when I told them I was a virgin, and sent me off to some dodgy hotel where I spent 2 hours trying to avoid the inevitable, and finally ran away from the client, walking all the way home at 11 at night.
So when I returned to them a week later they called Dr Harry. First he spoke to me, negotiating a price (the rate was between R150 and R200 for two hours – generally the young ones got R200 and the used and abused got R150)[R100=$+-15], I was young (18) and pretty and we agreed on R200, and as he was a doctor and therefore ‘very clean’ he offered me an extra R300 to do it without protection. I agreed.
First we drove around in his white BMW while he shoved my hand on his dick to carress him. He only had a little dick and I furiously tried to wank him off before we would have to do the evil deed, but to no avail – he kept stopping me just when I could feel the slimy ‘pre-cum’ooze through his beige trousers. When the excitement became too much we went to one of the girls’ apartments (to supplement their income some of the girls would rent out their apartments to other girls for R50/ 2 hours). It was a grotty place, but she’d tried to make it ‘romantic’ by draping coloured scarves over the lamps, and there was a fish-tank. It reminded me a bit of some gypsey fortune-tellers caravan. So we spent a while on the sofa – me talking non-stop, trying to postpone the inevitable. But of course that didn’t work for long and eventually he took me to the bedroom, which (in contrast to the lounge) was brightly-lit and almost clinical looking. He slowly undressed me as I squirmed under his touch, and what made it worse was that it was pre-1994 South Africa and I had to see his brown hands touching my white skin.
Finally he could wait no longer and laid me down on the bed, there wasn’t much foreplay as he was just about to pop. He entered me slowly (and I must add in his favour – he was gentle) and hammered away until he was done. His dick was so small that it didn’t hurt much, and that was it. I remember lying underneath him trying to figure out which is supposed to be the fun bit, everyone says sex is so amazing but he may as well have been rubbing my arm for all the excitement it caused. I only realised much later in life that good sex has nothing to do with the physical. And I kept trying to get my face away so that I didn’t have to smell him. And he was sweating on me.
But overall it wasn’t horrifying or terrifying, just a bit disgusting. I rushed to the bathroom when he was done to get the sweat off, and then the semen started to run down my leg and I threw up for a while. But after that I was ok, and he was ok.
He continued to see me once a week for about a year. It never got less disgusting.
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