Berbierklaus:

Go ahead

"How do you tell if a woman in Las Vegas is a prostitute?"
"She makes eye contact."
OK, now that that's out of the way.

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My experience with a man thinking he's a female based on his dress and and make-up when I was 17.

I was in Las Vegas when a beautiful woman in a tiny black cocktail dress made eye contact across the Casino floor.

I felt a shiver go right down my spine and right to my crotch the moment she looked at him.

She was gorgeous. Tall. Dark eyes. A sway to her hips.

The woman walked over to me and I bought her a drink.
She laid a hand on my bicep. Then she laid a hand on my thigh and I felt my strain against his pants."So." She said. She gave me a little squeeze.

"So." I said. "Uhh. um. How much for a hand job?"
"A hand job," she said? And the words fell out of her mouth like honey. "Yeah. Yeah. How much for a hand job" he
sputtered.

"A hand job is $200" she said, plain and innocents like she was giving me directions to the mall. I felt nauseous in my stomach. "$200?," 1 said. "$200 for a hand job?
What?

What makes your hand jobs so good that they're worth $200 dollars?"

A tiny smile crept across the woman's lips. "Come with me," she said and she slithered towards the casino door.

I followed her outside. "Do you see that Denny's down the street?,"
She said. I looked and saw a Denny's about a quarter mile down the road. "Yeah."

"Do you see that other Denny's a little further down?" I strained my eyes, but I saw it. Denny's are thick on the ground in Vegas.

"I own BOTH of those Denny's because I give a
hand job that's worth $200."

I swallowed hard and looked for an ATM. When the hand job was over I laid in
his hotel bed in a state of shock.

It had been amazing. The greatest hand-job I'd ever received. I wasn't even sure I'd ever be able to self-service again because it would pale so much in comparison.

Every muscle in my body was slack. I felt warm. Happy. Safe.

The woman walked out of the bathroom drying her hands. She started walking onwards the door. "Wait! Wait," I said.

"Uhh . . . listen. That was . . . that was amazing. But I have to know . . . I just have to. How much for a Mouth Action?"
"A Mouth Action," the woman said (or maybe she purred?)
"A Mouth Action is $500."

"$50 !!!!" I almost screamed. "Listen,
you just gave me the greatest hand job of my life, but what the heck makes
your blow jobs worth $500?"
The woman walked towards the hotel window.

"Do you see that hotel across the street?" she asked. I looked at the hotel. It wasn't a huge casino or anything, but it was a nice hotel with maybe 100 rooms right off the strip. It was easily worth millions. It had gargoyles that seemed to stare at me with beady, hungry eyes. "Yeah. I see it."

"I own that hotel because I give blow-jobs that are worth $500." She said. I knew he was sunk. I couldn't afford it but I HAD to know what this woman could do with her mouth that was worth $500 . . .

I went downstairs and got her a cashier's check. And the Mouth Action was. amazing.

It was a religious experience for me. I felt my body and my soul separate. I felt loved and wanted. He felt powerful. I felt all the stresses of my life. My job that I hated so much just fade away.

And when she was done, I just lay there in total, absolute bliss . . .
I heard the woman gurgling with mouth wash in the bathroom. She picked up her purse to leave.

And even though I didn't WANT to says anything because I KNEW I couldn't afford it, I couldn't help my. "Wait! Wait!"
She stopped.

"I have to know. How much for
the pússy?"
"The Kitty-Cat?" she said and I saw a twinkle in her eye.

She walked back to the window. "Do you see Las Vegas out there? Do you see the giant casinos, the monstrous hotels,
the hot dog vendors, the strip clubs, the bright neon signs, the roller coasters, the theaters, the working girls . . . do you see the cabs and and the bouncers and the slot machines? Do you see ALL of Las Vegas out there covered in light and pulsing??"

My mouth went dry. "Yeah, I see it."
"Honey, if I had a pússy, I'd own all of that too."

That was how I was scammed!

iykekelvins:
Thru your fonts, italics and bold..

And you're the only one I'm following that types that way. Since you haven't been online, I figured it could be you.

You follow me?


If I had denied,would you have believed me?

Berbierklaus:

You follow me?


If I had denied,would you have believed me?

Fabulocity:
No.

Laveda:


K

colik:


17?

When I was 17;

*I was given some money to send into my elder sister's account. I took my own share and my mum found out months later when she saw the teller.

Milonis:

Sweet lawd colik...!! So that was when you started? Lol

DatCuteGuy:
I got my first slap from my dad at 17....i still feel the slap pinch my fresh cheek till date...



Mhisbliss
Beamborla
Sexytemi

slyIsaac:
watched my first transgendered porn at 17... i froze all through... whenever i remember i still shiver... twas a very life threatening experience... ..

Erniesmallzz haf u talk? haf juhan talk? girl360?


obiorathesubtle am never letting you..use my bathroom and even if do...You'll be watched... dirty boy!.....

Muvacci:


Bruh, I'll be 27 in roughly a month. How the hell can I recall what happened to me 10 YEARS ago?

I'm sorry, Akant.. Ah juss kant



Lemmie tag LuvU2 first & see.
She might remember on our behalf

colik:


Started what biko?

Milonis:
I be damned to say it

STFUareyouGod:
I'll message you now

We should talk

colik:


Lol..say it Oh!

Milonis:


I wasn't here

Fabulocity:
...

ErnieSmallzz:
Emperorlee biko stop peeping, comman talk ur own .Royalblak007 i knw u will surely have a story

STFUareyouGod:
what?

Berbierklaus:


When I was 17,I was in ss3

2nd term,I joined the league of boyfriend owners
Refused to kiss or hug him until
when nigga told all the guys I'm naive and inexperienced
He even asked my room mate out just to make me jealous
then i decided to prove him wrong by Kissing him in broad day light



When I was 17 I sneaked out of the hostel for a party with my friends,got caught on our way back,disgraced and flogged on assembly



When I was 17 I ...………………………………


cc Babzilla

schumastic

Flashh

Fabulocity:
Nothing.

STFUareyouGod:
you seen it?

Fabulocity:
Seen what?

STFUareyouGod:
my message

Fabulocity:
Didn't see nothing.

Fabulocity:
When I was 17, I...I...I

Shït! I just realized how fuçking boring my entire life has been

Maybe I'll do something crazy by the end of this year

Flashh:



That was how I was scammed! [/color][/font]

DatCuteGuy:
I got my first slap from my dad at 17....i still feel the slap pinch my fresh cheek till date...



Mhisbliss
Beamborla
Sexytemi

Sexytemi:




.Eyaaaa, sorry about the slap