for different reasons. 1) The first was when I was in my first year of P4P, still considered myself a newbie, only seeing indies and no agency girls yet. I found an ad on That Mall I liked, so I booked a session. I arrived at the address, an older 1940's-style building. It was darkened inside and when my eyes adjusted, it looked like the inside of a storage locker. There was junk piled to the ceiling with a narrow pathway leading back to the bedroom and bathroom. She offered me a shower first, which I have always accepted, but when I stepped inside the shower/tub, I scratched my foot on a spot where the enamel had worn off and the metal was rusting through. At this point I wanted to bolt, but I had given the donation already. I was naked and showered and thought to myself, "How much worse can it get?"
She led me into the bedroom, and the only furniture was an old brass bed frame and a mattress, but the mattress was not attached to the bed, it was laying on the floor inside the bed frame. To this day, I'm not sure what purpose the bed frame served. If it was for the esthetics, she already blew that with the junky living room and rusty bathtub. At her instruction, I crawled onto the mattress and flopped into my back. As I hit the mattress, a bit of dust blew upward around me from the mattress. This made perfect sense because who would waste their time vacuuming a shit-hole like this. She removed her clothes and this was the first time I realized the photos were deftly hiding about 40 extra pounds. Nothing remarkable about the session, except for some coughing and wheezing every time we disturbed the dust. As I prepared to leave, she asked me when I could come back. I asked what day the cleaning people came, and said I would come the day after. She was not amused. I left without making a commitment to return., and stopped for a tetanus shot on the way home. For the next week, every day I received raunchy photos of her pussy by text message, asking me if I miss her. Nope.
2) This was about a year later. By now, I had discovered Kgirls, and chose to see a cute slender young girl. Once the preliminaries were out of the way and we were exiting the shower together, I noticed for the first time that she was wearing wire braces. We DFK'd and nothing bad happened, so we got on with the session. (You know where this is going, right?). She took me in her mouth for BBBJ, used a little too much suction, and pulled some of my skin tissue into the metalworks, slashing a gash in the side of my dick. There was a rush of blood first, so I ran back to the shower with my hand tightly around my dick so it wouldn't look like someone had gutted a dear in the middle of the bedroom. She managed to find a bandaid and some medical tape. I somehow remained hard though all of this. She WAS very hot looking. It was a good enough patch-up, but we still had 45 minutes to go. We kissed some more, and she asked if I wanted to try. I said, "Why not, we're both naked and we have plenty of time left." She put on a cover over the bandage added some lube and climbed on for CG. Except for where the bandage was wrapped, I had normal sensitivity, but before I could finish, the friction had rubbed the bandaid out of place and when we switch to mish, we saw the cover was filling with blood. I decided to call it a day, showered again and put on another bandaid. She was embarrassed and apologetic. This was the only paid session out of thousands where I didn't finish, so that is why I consider it one of the worst.
The booker called me out of the blue a few years later and said she was back. I asked about braces. NONE, so I saw her three times within a week. It was much better without the braces. Lol
