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Rant on High Class Agency
A few weeks ago, I tried an agency with the number ending with 355. I would later find out that the same agency also has numbers ending with 124 & 966.
The first time I tried booking was during the first days of the protests. I pre-book the night before for a noon session the next day. The operator didn't show online until late afternoon so that meeting went to the dogs. My second attempt went pretty smoothly. The lady I booked time with was out of this world, a true 8, a quality you rarely find here. She had all the curves in the right places, big titties and a bubble butt, her pussy and asshole were all clean shaven, it was hard to resist plunging in for some oral. Her clit was pierced and I felt that she really enjoyed having her pussy eaten and she loved being power fucked doggy style. The only con I can think of with her is that she didn't kiss on the lips, so pure hardcore, not GFE. I saw her in a furnished apartment in Sodeco, unfortunately, it was her last day in the country. She said she was Bulgarian and that she came from Dubai and apparently she lives there permanently. She told me she didn't like the scene here in Lebanon because it was small money for her as she earns a minimum of $400 per session over there. By the way, I paid $150 for 30 min. She is in the first pic.
The second time also went smoothly with the operator. That time I met another lady- Irina, also same high quality. This one was from Romania and she reminded me of wonder woman with her tall height and her black jade hair. I met her in a furnished apartment in Achrafieh near Sassine. She was more GFE than the first one but, on the down side, she didn't let me eat her pussy. She also said she lived permanently in Dubai but unlike the first lady, she said that since the UAE had opened up easy visa entry for the Russians, the latter had lowered the prices considerably for the rest of the girls. I also paid $150 that time for 30 min. She is in the second pic.
From then on it all went downhill with the operator. A few days after my first encounter with Irina, I was craving to have her in my arms once more, so I tried booking again. But this time, the operator replied 4 to 5 hours late. I kept trying to book for a week, but the same thing happened time and time again, operator would reply sometimes at 4 in the morning when I was asleep. It made me feel she wasn't interested in my money. After that, I gave up trying and now I'm back to the usual agencies, which have their highs and lows, but at least they respect their appointments.
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Weird encounter with gorgeous clockwatcher
Nothing like paying a visit to a lady of the night to take one's mind off the sad state of affairs we have come to. So I scraped my pockets for what money I could spare and booked with the agency with the number ending with 541 for 30 minutes for $100. The meeting took place in a hotel in the Manara area, the lady, a Slavic siren called Arina. Photo below. With a beautiful face, petite, soft delicate curves, perky titties, long blond hair. A 7 in my book.
After she received her "gift", we exchanged the usual pleasantries despite the language barrier. I went for a quick shower and then we got down to business. Her (covered) BJ technique was awful, I mean she did it with enthusiasm but she couldn't keep her teeth out of the way and they were scraping so badly on my schlong it hurt, it felt like my dick was stuck in a meat mincer. I had to put a stop to that so I opened her legs apart but she had both hands firmly covering her pussy. Some pleading and begging on my part ensued before she let me get a taste. As I was eating her, I could hear her moan and felt that she was enjoying it as much as I was, it really turned me on. So I was thinking in my idiotic head that I had hit it off with that stunning creature and I was promising myself that I would be coming daily to see her from now until it was time for her to go back to her country, even if I was going to go broke in the process and pictures the likes of me waving my handkerchief with watery eyes at the airport were flashing in my brain.
I pulled myself up from beneath her and tried to penetrate her missionary style, but strangely, I felt my dick wasn't going in properly, it felt tight, obstructed, I have no clue why, is it possible she put a sponge or something in there, or could it be she was contracting her muscles to constrict my entry? To this day, I have no idea, only, it felt really weird. Despite that, I kept thrusting in and out as if everything was normal.
Around one or two minutes into the humping, she said "You finish! Or was it "You finish? I couldn't make out if it was an order for me to cum or if she was asking if I had cum already but one look at her face and I knew she was not happy. Then she said "20 minutes go, you finish", I still couldn't determine if she wanted me to stop or if she was telling me to finish off quickly. I wanted to reply that I still had 10 minutes, but I kept silent and pulled my dick out which was by now as limp as a cooked noodle. I put my clothes on, bid her farewell and the hopeless romantic moron that I am was out the door, never to return again.
Now, concerning the clockwatching thing and after having been in the game for a few years here, one establishes a certain efficiency of conduct and it has been my experience that 30 minutes is the most economically viable option when it comes to time versus cost especially for a first time visit. To date, I have never been denied say a 5 minute extension as long as it entails one shot only. I mean, until now, I was a firm believer in the existence of an unwritten code of honor between the agency (mostly the Slavic ones), the provider and the customer that it was OK to give the customer a few extra minutes to be able to finish and that this would encourage him to repeat with the same provider. Well, I may have been wrong there.
A thousand apologies, patient reader, for having dragged you into the sordid details of that encounter but, damn, it does feel good to take it off my chest.
