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We aim to break boundaries, think outside of binaries and build bridges within our communities and beyond. to subscribe. You can unsubscribe at any time. Our newsletters may contain promotional messages, please see our Privacy Policy. However, I am also old and no longer attractive. I need you to teach me how to make the most of my pathetic body and help me find more clients. We trade s for nearly a month before finally settling on a date. Aside from the usual practical preparations, I always need to consider my own relationship to the scenario. Of course, some scenes are a genuine turn-on, with minimal effort required on my part to be in the moment.

Other times, my feelings are more ambivalent, but I find an access point, usually through an affection for the client. After more than a dozen messages, we decide our first date will be a sort of audition. He arrives exactly on time and I buzz him in.

We stand in my tiny sublet bachelor apartment, me staring at him and him staring at the floor. Strip off and show us what we have to work with. He nods silently and begins unbuttoning his cardigan. He hangs it on the back of the chair next to him, then removes his shirt. He still seems frozen, so I gruffly tell him to raise his arms above his head then pull his undershirt off. I bend to the floor and unlace his brown brogues.

I lift his left foot to take the shoe off and he falters a bit, grabbing my shoulder for support. With his shoes off, I return to standing and slowly unbuckle his belt. He lets out a little gasp as his pants drop to the floor. I instruct him to step out of his trousers and place them over the chair with the rest of his clothes. Then, still standing behind him, I take the sleep mask out of my pocket and slide it over his eyes, leaving him in total darkness.

I walk back in front of him, standing a few feet away. We remain there, mute, as I watch the seconds silently pass on the clock above the stove. I count three minutes, enough time that he begins to shift slightly. I let him stand again in silence for another minute before continuing. He begins to softly caress his torso with his fingertips, trailing them up and down. He continues his subtle blindfolded sex dance, running his hands up and down his body, occasionally shifting his weight from foot to foot.

I grab a second chair, placing it behind him with the back facing him. I order him to turn around and place his hands on it. He bends slightly, his ass now sticking out, and continues to shift his weight from leg to leg, causing his hips to sway. Leaving one hand on the chair for support, he pulls his panties down slightly and spre his ass open, showing me his hole. But we will train you to be better. Today, we will use something else for training. I slide a condom over it, grab the bottle of lube and walk up behind him, pressing my crotch into his ass.

I instruct him to open his mouth and place the tip of the dildo inside. He lets out a little groan and begins sucking it. After letting him nurse on the dildo for a couple of minutes I instruct him to open his mouth and take it out. I squirt a generous dollop of lube onto it, pull down the back of his panties and begin rubbing it against his hole. I assume it will take a bit of effort to open him up, but it slides in surprisingly easily. With the dildo fully inside, I pull his panties back up to keep it in, letting the elastic snap against his waist. Show those men outside the window how pathetic you are.

He shuffles awkwardly from foot to foot, the dildo obviously causing some discomfort despite going in so easily. He has, however, specified that he wants me to shoot on his chest, which is going to be a bit of a challenge. I grasp his shoulder. I pull the back of his panties down and ease the dildo out. Leaving his panties pulled down, I grab a handful of tissue from beside the bed. I wipe his ass a few times, doing my best to get it clean and then place the dildo and the tissues in the kitchen sink.

After giving him a second wipe to be sure, I pull his panties up and ease him down onto the chair. Being able to sit has made things easier for him and he runs his hands up and down his body more enthusiastically. I continue my talk about him being a good whore and pleasing the men in the window as I pull my dick out and begin to stroke myself. The ability to detach is a hugely valuable skill for a sex worker. In some cases, it might be as simple as closing your eyes and thinking of something else while you try to get hard.

I jerk myself off as I flip through my sexual Rolodex. I shoot, managing to get a few drops on his chest, with most of it landing on the floor. I carefully lift his blindfold off and he opens his eyes. He sits, wordless, breathing hard.

He pulls a roll of bills from his pocket and, after counting each one, he places them on the chair where his clothes had been. He mumbles a gentle thank you and then silently opens the door of my apartment, steps into the hallway, and closes it behind him.

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