Unusual Fantasies About Lady

I work for one year as an escort in Berlin. Since I’ve been working in the capital, I have experienced a lot and learned more about men than I already knew. That the Most – even the real gentlemen – are strongly driven, I already knew, but how that expresses itself in part or discharges, not in every detail. Strange encounters were among them, sometimes almost a little funny. In my agency, I’m considered particularly tolerant of eccentric desires – so I have a kind of special status.

I recently experienced an unusual story again. I should go to a wedding date. At the request of the customer, I should bring a few worn panties from me – would be well paid. So for a few days I stashed my thongs and strings and sealed them in plastic bags – that’s what the customer demanded. I know that there are odor fetishists shopping for lingerie worn on the Internet, and that some ladies are making real money with it. But to show up as an escort in Berlin with worn panties, I had not yet. Dress Code for this date was also: cocktail dress and high heels, bizarre wishes did not exist. I put on black lingerie and a black short dress with lace inserts on the bust and hips, black lace stockings and high black patent leather pumps.

The guy looked a bit shy at first glance and had a very ugly jogging suit on. I assumed that he would not undress and stayed relaxed. He offered me his best chair and asked me to put my feet up. In a flash, he pulled out my black mini thong and buried his nose in it. I heard strange sounds, he sniffed and snorted and gasped. While he buried his olfactory organ in my panties, he masturbated wildly. I had to spread his legs so he could look at my shaved vagina. After unloading, he cashed in my bags that I had brought with me. The “goods” already seemed to appeal to him from the outside.

And so went the absurd home visit: The guy took off my shoes and licked on the heels the dust of the wedding. Then he sniffed and licked at my feet, fondling until another one left. Then I should put my thong back on and masturbate in front of his eyes. I did him the favor, closed my eyes and rubbed my clit. I did not get far, because the bizarre customer dragged me down the panties again and pulled off the same number again as at the beginning. My offer to bring him down, he refused harshly. He wanted to sniff again and be alone while working his hard cock again. But it made him hot that I was watching. After the third explosion, he returned my panties and said the session was over. The whole extravagant event had not even lasted an hour – and at full royalty. I could be as satisfied with that as with my fresh panties, which luckily I had with me.