The Humiliated Hobbyist
Dear Diary, this story was relayed to me via backchannel and has been verified by sources who shall remain unnamed but are reliable nonetheless. Even if the story is false, no one specifically is implicated in this drama.
An escort and her client, the subject of this story, was caught with their pants down. The girl was working out of her home, shared with her housemate and fiance, when she heard the front door open and the pitter patter of footsteps signified the arrival of her beloved! Frantic, she threw the client's clothes at him and instructed him to get dressed and hide in a small room adjacent to the bedroom. He hurriedly ran to the room and shut the door as she herself must have frantically tried to re-dress and re-group and consider the possibility that her racing heart, flushed cheeks, and the smell of sex wafting through the room was a dead giveaway to her recent illicit activity. Up the stairs comes the fiance and startled by her frazzled appearance, he inquires into her health and tries to determine the cause of the distraught look on her face. Noting that the door adjacent to the bedroom is closed, he walks over and opens it. Standing in the room is the half dressed client with a condom perched precariously on his dick. What a spectacle he must have made. The escort, in her crazed state of mind, had forgotten to hand the client his pants.
Needless to say, the ending was far from happy, and the client was finally able to get dressed, his manhood and ego further diminished and ripped into by the future husband of the bride, with comments regarding his ripe old age and level of attraction. How could you fuck this old man? he wants to know. Are you getting paid or something? The escort, in tears, denies a monetary exchange, leaving the fiance perplexed and confused.
An escort and her client, the subject of this story, was caught with their pants down. The girl was working out of her home, shared with her housemate and fiance, when she heard the front door open and the pitter patter of footsteps signified the arrival of her beloved! Frantic, she threw the client's clothes at him and instructed him to get dressed and hide in a small room adjacent to the bedroom. He hurriedly ran to the room and shut the door as she herself must have frantically tried to re-dress and re-group and consider the possibility that her racing heart, flushed cheeks, and the smell of sex wafting through the room was a dead giveaway to her recent illicit activity. Up the stairs comes the fiance and startled by her frazzled appearance, he inquires into her health and tries to determine the cause of the distraught look on her face. Noting that the door adjacent to the bedroom is closed, he walks over and opens it. Standing in the room is the half dressed client with a condom perched precariously on his dick. What a spectacle he must have made. The escort, in her crazed state of mind, had forgotten to hand the client his pants.
Needless to say, the ending was far from happy, and the client was finally able to get dressed, his manhood and ego further diminished and ripped into by the future husband of the bride, with comments regarding his ripe old age and level of attraction. How could you fuck this old man? he wants to know. Are you getting paid or something? The escort, in tears, denies a monetary exchange, leaving the fiance perplexed and confused.
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