Prostitute Stories: Meeting Ms.H Part II

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Prostitute Stories: Meeting Ms.H Part IIThis is part 2 to my story about Ms. H and it’s a long one. If you haven’t read part 1 already I recommend you head over here and check it out first.https://xhamster.com/stories/prostitute-stories-meeting-ms-h-part-i-665757It’s Friday night and I just got home I’ve had a long week at work. I’ve been putting in alot of overtime lately. I’m starving, I’m tired the only thing I want to do is eat watch a little TV and turn in for the night. No sooner do I dig into some take out the doorbell rings. Pissed off I get up and pull the door open. It’s Ms. H standing there in a thick brown and white fur coat (must be fake) some tight ass jeans that look painted on, some big rose tinted glasses and that stupid ass mullet. I yell at her, “What are you doing just showing up here at my apartment! If you want to see me you need to call first”. She pushes right past me as if I didn’t say anything and then she starts in “Oh thank god your home! It’s fucking freezing out here!” She takes off her boots. “Oh my god it’s really warm in here though you must have the heat turned way up.” She walks right in taking all her clothes off. “OH did you get chicken wings?” The wing goes right off my plate and into her mouth. I continue yelling at her “I’ve had a long week and I’m exhausted you need to leave”. She starts in “I’m sorry but it’s an emergency I need some cash.” I ask her what’s the emergency? She starts stammering. It’s some nonsense about her sister’s car or something. Honestly I’m not even paying attention because I know what the emergency is.At this point Ms. H and I have been seeing each other regularly at least once a week for almost a year. So I know the actual emergency is she wants to get high and she doesn’t have any money. See Ms. H is what medical professionals refer to as a crack head. She smokes crack daily, any little bit of money she gets goes towards her crack habit. I also know her story is bullshit because she could not finish telling it before taking out her pipe and smoking away the last bit of crack she had left right there on my living room couch. “You need to get the fuck out of here and don’t you ever try to pull this shit again!” I throw her, her clothes and tell her to put them on and leave. She picks them up, stomps over to me and throws them on the ground. She drops to her knees pulls my pants down and starts furiously deep throating my dick. My anger subsides, I sit down lean back and enjoy a world class blowjob.Her bony little ass is sticking way up in the air wiggling back and forth as her head bobs up and down my dick is getting rock hard with each stroke. She grabs a condom, sits on my dick, wraps her hands around my neck, leans way back and starts grinding like there’s no tomorrow. I can tell she wants me to cum fast because she’s not stopping for a second. This backfires because I know her by now and she’s clearly about to get her nut. If you read part 1 then you know what a screamer she is and we’re in my apartment now. Right as she’s about to cum I slap my hand over her mouth and slam her on her back and just start pounding the daylights out of her. Her eyes open wide and she screams in to my hand. I started doing this when she would come to my place and quickly realized it’s a catch 22. While it works at muffling her screams the problem is this actually turns her on to the point where she screams louder than she normally would. I’ve been through this so many times to know that she truly can’t help this it’s not a put on. That scream is an unfortunate reflex of her cumming her brains out. “How was it?” I asked. “Good now move I’ve got to use the bathroom.” As I clean up the area I hear the most disgusting inhumane sounds coming from the bathroom. I glance over and of course she didn’t antalya escort even bother to shut the door. “Oh god! What the fuck did I eat!? . . . hey!” She calls my name “Hey you aint gonna believe this my shit is green! . . . What the fuck was I eating?” She had me hard as a rock just a minute ago and yup you guessed that hard on ran away with a quickness. After about 15 minutes or so she manages to make her way out laughing, clearly amused with herself. “OK I’ve got to get out of here. You got the money?” Shit I forgot I don’t have the money. I don’t mean I couldn’t afford the $20 that I usually give her I meant that I wasn’t expecting to see her and I never keep cash on me. The thing is she knows this it’s something we’ve argued about many times. Anyway I told her I need to run to the ATM. She throws a hissy fit “I’m all out of it I can’t wait for you.” OK why is she freaking out the nearest ATM is a few blocks down I let her know she would only have to wait a few minutes. I tell her to come with me so we can get the money she says “No you go get it. I’ve got to run I’ll come get it when you get back.” I go to get the money. She doesn’t come back. This ladies and gentlemen (who am I k**ding) this gentlemen is Ms. H. This is the story I always think of when I remember the early days of being with Ms. H. She was a complete and total train wreck who could walk into your life for 5 or 10 minutes and just turn everything upside down. I’m not trying to belittle her by saying she’s a failure because she’s a prostitute or because she’s an addict. Plus I’d be a complete hypocrite after-all I’m the guy who regularly pays money to fuck her right? What I mean is she was so far beyond normal failure she was at a point in her life where she was hitting rock bottom. You know you’ve hit rock bottom when even as a crack whore you’re failing to do your job correctly.Even with all the issues of dealing with her the sex is still amazing so I continue seeing her. This comes to a head after about a year. There was one weekend where the electricity went out at my place and it was going to be off for the whole weekend. I decided I would rent a room across town and stay there for the weekend. I was bored out of my mind so I called up Ms. H. for a date and she agreed. She comes to my room and we have a great time like we always do. When she’ not high out of her mind and when she’s not being disgusting she can be really fucking sexy. I could tell she was in a great mood and she pretty much attacked me at once. It must be something about being in a hotel room she loved it. She sat me down and did a striptease then she gave me a lap dance. I let her know she was actually really good, she said she used to be a stripper for years. Huh interesting I never knew that. She got me so excited I picked her up threw her on the bed and began to fuck her brains out. We let lose she screamed and I didn’t try to stop her. It was messy and sweaty in a way that it hadn’t been before even for us. When we were done she did something she hadn’t done since the first time we met. She rested her head on my chest and and grabbed my dick and asked if I wanted to go for a second round. Just the fact that she even asked was enough to get my dick to shoot right back up . “Ooo looks like you can go again.” Then she took the entire thing into her mouth and pretty soon we were fucking each other to exhaustion. We went from the bed, to the table, to the bathroom. At one point we went to the vending machine for snacks and she got on her knees right there and started blowing me. She ended up sleeping over and we fucked for the entire night. When I say the entire night I mean it. This was when I was in my twenties and I could go forever. We fucked about 6 or 7 times back to back no exaggeration.I escort antalya woke up that morning to a blow job. If your wife or girlfriend has never done this for you than you’re really missing out. It’s the most amazing feeling to wake up with that heavy haze of sleep washing over you before you slowly realize there’s a mouth pleasuring your johnson. That was the first time anyone’s ever done that to me. I decided to return the favor which was another first. It was the first time I went down on her. This started an addiction to eating pussy for me. I loved how she struggled and wiggled with every little flick of the tongue. She also sounded way different don’t get me wrong she still screamed her head off but she would grunt and snarl like a fucking a****l. She would clench her teeth, grab the sheets and try to push my head away like she couldn’t take it or she was trying to hold back. That would just excite me I grabbed on to her thighs and vacuum sealed my lips onto her clit and just sucked the orgasms out of her. Of course we fucked again but this time it was more like going through the motions, using the bed one last time before we had to check out. I know I was exhausted and my dick was fucking sore as hell. It literally hurt to touch. We collapsed on each other like we’ve done many times before catching our breath and sat in silence. Ms.H turned her head and began to stare at me then said, “I’m in love with you.”I didn’t say anything. “Did you hear me? I’m in love with you . . . I always think about you. You’re not just a trick to me. I hate it when you pay me I don’t want your money. I don’t want to keep living like this.” I was completely shocked no one has ever told me they were in love with me and the first time was with a prostitute? I couldn’t think of how to respond and I don’t know why I said this but I just blurted out “Don’t tell me that.” Jesus even in the moment I thought to myself that was the meanest thing you could say why did you say that? But I kept on. “You don’t even know me how could you love me? We don’t even have conversations you come over, we fuck, I pay you, and you leave. This is supposed to just be about sex don’t ruin this.” I expected her to cry but she just looked at me and said ” I knew you would say that but I had to tell you anyway”. I felt like such an asshole but at the same time I had to let her know the truth.”Things aren’t going to be the same either way. No matter what you think I’m not just a fucking prostitute. I don’t want to keep walking the streets. I only did it for the crack and I quit. I’ve been clean for a month. I’m going upstate to live with my folks you’re the only one I’m telling. I get it you don’t love me, but I don’t want to lose you. I hope you’ll still come visit me but if you don’t I’m not going to continue being your whore.”I was stunned I’d never even considered that a working girl could develop feelings for her dates. Now everything made so much sense why she would come by and see me so often. Why she was taking so little money for dates. Why she would spend so much time with me on dates. So what should I do? The right thing to do is clear she’s in love with me and I don’t love her to be honest I don’t even think I like her. It would only cause her pain to continue seeing me so clearly I should stop seeing her. Well If you read my profile I state clearly that I’m a sex addict. I am a sex addict in the same way that Ms. H is a crack addict. She poured her heart out to me but the only thing I could hear is that she would keep seeing me and now I didn’t have to pay her anything. This is where you find out I am not a good person I know I’m not I’ve often helped the women I date. I’ve sat with them and listened to their problems. I’ve done very nice things for many antalya escort bayan of these women but in the end I know I’m taking advantage of their misfortunes. When it crosses the line into developing personal feelings that is something no one should play with yet I continue to use them for their bodies.Ms. H and I continued to see each other on my terms we formed a 10 year long relationship where she was basically my fuck buddy. This never developed into dating she never became my girlfriend. She did end up cleaning up her life though. She really did stop smoking crack her look changed she gained weight (which I actually preferred) she filled out nicely with an amazing ass. She actually started dressing more conservatively and as she got older started looking more like a grandmother which was it’s own kind of perversion for me. She started working, got a car a place to live but would often end up back at her parents place. I’ve met both her father and her mother who I’m sure were baffled by our relationship. Now don’t get me wrong we both developed separate relationships from time to time. I had gotten a few girlfriends so I would stop seeing her for a while but would keep in contact. She however would never stop seeing me even when she was dating. At one point she had gotten serious about this guy, a truck-driver, who actually proposed to her. Even with a fiance she would continue seeing me. I know this sounds really messed up but we both used to get off on this little game where I would start fucking her anytime she was on the phone with him. You know how she screams she would often have to just hang up on him before it got out of hand.Our regular thing became to meet on the weekends now that she lived further away I would drive up to visit her on the weekend. We would usually rent a room at this small motel in town where the owners got to know us as regulars. They learned quickly to put us in the furthest room in the building away from other guests LOL! Ms. H would always pack a meal for us she was quite a cook and we would fuck until morning. I always used to think the crack made her horny but holy shit once she got clean she was truly insatiable. In the later years it just got worse as she got older she ended up developing a love for anal. She used this to get me to stop wearing condoms which she tried to talk me out of for years. Once I started playing with her asshole she could tell I wanted it so she would say things like “I wish you would just put it in there but condoms irritate me there.” LOL That little trick worked too well. She would often tell me her asshole belonged to me only. “I don’t even let my fiancee touch me there.” She knew that always got me going. She would tell me about a fantasy where she would invite me to the wedding and we would sneak off together. She would hike up her wedding dress so I could fuck her and cum in her asshole. Of course this was just a fantasy they never ended up getting married anyway. Eventually I did stop seeing Ms. H once I moved out of state. Even after 10 years it wasn’t until I moved that I realized that she didn’t just love me she was obsessed. She began calling me constantly. I would come back to visit when I could but it wasn’t enough. At it’s worst she started calling me every half hour, texting me non stop. I didn’t know what to do she would leave crazy messages for me either sobbing, telling me she loved me or threatening to kill me telling me she hated me. Ms. H as it turned out had some mental issues that I never picked up on the entire time I knew her. I ended up finding this out through her parents who got in contact with me to explain why she was acting so erratically. She actually will sometimes still call me to this day. As I said I take responsibility for this I knew I should not have gotten involved with her. Unfortunately I felt like I couldn’t help myself. The sad thing is (as you’ll find out in future stories) this is not the only time this has happened and unfortunately I still have not learned my lesson.-h123

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