Free Money’s on the Dresser: Escorting, Porn and Promiscuity in Las Vegas by Christopher Daniels

hottest porn I have ever seen, some of the hottest men I have slept with, and that time I blew six guys and they all shot their loads in my mouth and on my face at a local bookstore. I was trying to think of the hottest scenarios and sexual experiences I’ve ever had but all I kept thinking was, I pray to God that patch doesn’t fall off, forcing me to look at the hole in his face. We decided to move into the bedroom, and I was trying not to think of what he might want to do. Maybe he would be one of those clients I could just suck off, kiss, and finish off with a hand-job within ten minutes, but something in my gut told me this guy wanted more. He undressed and I undressed, and we got on the bed and began to kiss. Other than missing a nose, he was a decent-looking man in his fifties, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he once looked like. Missing something that is usually there (like a nose) really changes the entire structure of one’s face. He flipped me over and began eating my ass, and all I could think was, This man is rubbing his scaly snakeskin patch in between my ass cheeks as he licks my hole with his tongue, deeper and deeper inside me. How is this even happening, and how is this my fucking life? I couldn’t make sense of anything going on, and I knew this was a time when I was seriously contemplating leaving escorting. I was freaking out and didn’t want to be there. He continued to eat me out and shove his face in deeper and deeper like he was trying to suck something out of my asshole with his mouth.

    He flipped me over and began sucking my dick. The Viagra kicked in and I had a semi hard-on, enough to pass off as an erection. Every few minutes or so, I would look down at him just to be sure the patch was still on his face and there was no gaping hole visible. This man loved sucking cock and he eagerly went to town on my dick for at least ten minutes. He was ready to start fucking so he reached for the condoms and lube and offered me some. Did he sense my uneasiness? Could he tell that I was on the verge of screaming or crying, and I desperately did not want to be there? Did he go through this with all his escorts, or was I the only one who felt this squeamish? I felt like my head was literally going to combust, with the combination of all the thoughts going through my mind and the Viagra congestion.

    I climbed on top of him and he put his dick in my ass. It slid in easily and I hoped for no more than two minutes of thrusts before he shot his load on my back. Then I would be on my way. Unfortunately, this guy was definitely getting his money’s worth, and he fucked me for at least five minutes before asking to fuck me from behind. I readily agreed so I wouldn’t have to look at the snakeskin. He fucked me for a little bit more before he stopped and said, “Okay, that’s enough. Now we’re going to have a talk.”

    What the fuck was going on? Talk about what? I just looked at him as he ripped the condom off and threw it in the garbage bin.

    He sat down next to me and I stared at him as he laughed and said, “This is probably the weirdest escorting situation you have ever been in, right?”

    “To be honest, it probably is.”

    “I’ve been following your work for a while and I planned this trip to meet you.”

    “OK. You’ve been following my work and planned a trip just to meet me?” I repeated, to make sure I had understood him correctly.

    “Well, I came to the West Coast for business, but one of the reasons I came to Vegas was to meet you.”

    “I see...” How do you even begin to react to something like that?

    “I organize meetings for a gay couple who loves escorts. My job is to find them and refer them to my clients. If they approve, then we will fly you to New York City, or wherever they are staying, to meet for a three-hour period and you will be paid three thousand dollars.”

    “For only three hours?”

    “Yes,” he said. “We will fly you out the day before, and