found Bone deep ugly on the other side of the door.  The kind of ugly that even a mother would turn away from.

A provider I was with once had a break from reality, rocking back and forth humming and babbling, right in the middle of a session.   I had to wait with her until her roommate came back, who’s response to my shocked look was – “yeah, she does that.”

But, in my opinion and experience, NOTHING is worse in a session than Stinky Pussy.  I’m talking about the kind of maggot gagging, eye watering, boner withering stink that I got hit with a month ago.  I’m still not over it.

I’ll be driving down the road, get a memory shot of the stink, and my face will just cringe and scrunch – hard to explain when my wife happens to be sitting next to me.  It even turned me off from the hobby for a few weeks.

What The Fuck.  BTW, this wasn’t a BackPage chick, and she had reviews; so please hold back the “that’s why you need to only see reviewed providers” responses.  And this wasn’t just the run of the mill, haven’t washed after a long drive or night stink – it was a something-done-fucking-died-in-you kind of stink.

I typically DATY.  I was kissing my way down to the promised land, and got about as far as the underboobs, when the first septic whiff wafted up to me.  I stopped moving South, of course, and thought, well, I’ll just fuck her and get it over with.  Cowgirl was bearable, but then I made the mistake of switching to K9.  

Fuck me.  I made it for about three and a half strokes before I came very close to puking on her back.  I just had to stop.  I backed away (rather quickly) and just ended it.  She asked me why, and I told her that the look on her face told me that she already knew why.  She just nodded a little and nothing more was said while I went into the bathroom looking for a brillo pad to scrub the smell off of my groin area.  Yes, I would have used one if available.  I had to settle for a washcloth and the kind of scalding water that only a hotel can produce.  

My package was red from the scald for several days, and I still consider it better than it smelling like a leprous goat.  Thank God I never stuck any of my fingers in her or I may very well have had to chop them off.

Anybody else ever encounter this kind of thing?  And ladies, have you ever pushed the olfactory limit while working or otherwise?  

And as recognition to the ladies that have certainly encountered the most odiferous head cheese – How in the FUCK, do you get past that to still service the guy?