I’ve got more Tel Aviv escort stories than anyone you’ll ever meet. This one that I still think about to this day. I had just became a Tel Aviv escort and I didn’t really understand what I was doing. I mean, I didn’t know how to market myself or anything like that. Keep in mind I’ve been totally independent since day one. That means I’ve been on my own as a Tel Aviv escort from the very start. It’s something that I take pride in, but I also realize that it came with a price. That price was everything being a little awkward in the beginning.
The guy asked me if I would dress like a man. He wanted me to put my hair in a ponytail and keep it underneath a baseball cap. The client also wanted me to wear pants and a shirt with a pocket. What really blew me away is that he asked if we could have anal sex. He didn’t want to have anything to do with my pussy. I thought about this for a minute and wondered if he was playing a joke on me.
Maybe he really didn’t want a Tel Aviv escort after all.
I didn’t know what to say to him. I agreed to do it and we met up. I later found out that this guy had a gay fantasy, but wasn’t into guys. I know, that doesn’t make a bit of sense. The truth of the matter is, most fantasies don’t make sense. Usually they’re a bunch of made up ideas that people string together and it turns them on. This guy, he wanted to have anal sex with a woman that looked like a guy. He even told me to make my voice deep while I was talking to him. That was strange, but I went a long with it. At some point it actually became kind of fun. I felt like I was acting out a character on television or something like that.
I acted all manly and sucked his cock. I even talked in my deep voice when giving my jaws a break. He was really hard and this guy’s cock could have cut glass. It’s odd to me how worked up some guys get over their fantasies. I told the guy to fuck me in the ass like a real cowboy. This bucking bronco needed to be tamed and he was the only guy that could do it. He slide a condom over his cock and fucked me right up the poop chute. I made sure the entire time that I moaned in a deep voice and used it while talking to him. It was one of the more strange anal sex Tel Aviv escort experiences ever. It pays the bills and I enjoy it. In the end, that’s what counts I guess.