A very inexperienced guy aged 29 wielding a very thick penis.

Wants to do and try everything. And no common sense or  fore thought  about anything. Genuinely doesn't have a clue about anything.  Honestly he has a massive penis and it's was like he couldn't find my vagina he was so clueless. Kept asking me if I had cum after 30 seconds of ....painful penetrative girl on top sex. As his last girlfriend came almost instantly.

  aye she just wanted to be done with the awful experiance.
Wants to give me oral.  He was like a raging bu ramming his face into my vulva and clit almost chomping at it.

To make matters worse. It was very hard to communicate my discomfort without belting him or basically crawling away as he is deaf so couldn't hear me say ow or slow or gentle or anything.

Not even getting into the state of his flat and bedroom.
Anyways he came twice both within  the first 30 minutes and he paid for 90 mins so he wanted me there for 90 mins.

Does anyone screen for big penises. I feel a bit off down there today and I've had 2 vaginal births so didn't expect to feel so odd and bruised.

TW- you may never want to do an outcall ever again, pretty bad 

Last booking was an outcall,

Texts seemed great, sounded like a nice guy.

I turn up, he opens the door and as I step in all I can smell is the strongest BO I have ever encountered. I walk up the stairs, it was like as if the whole house was leaking this ominous odour that was a mix of BO and gone off food. Every room looked like squalor and the banister was stained black with dirt. I turn and look at the bathroom once we are up the stairs and it honestly looks like the same one out of the saw film, filthy, bare, scum all over the floor with dirty rags and a mop. I think god please let the bedroom be better. I walk in and the smell is overwhelming. This mans jumper is covered in black stains and he looks so unkempt its unreal. There is toilet roll cardboard stacked up in piles next to loose food and other trash in various places in the room. The bed was a small single with no bedsheets, duvet cover or pillow cases. Empty food containers everywhere and bottles of mystery juice on top of the wardrobe.

Some how I don't just turn and walk out. Honestly I need the money more than my pride right now. I remain pleasant, I don't get a bad vibe of the guy himself in regards to my safety so that was enough for me. He then asks how much it is, I give him my rate and he says 'I only have [£60 short of my rate] in my account' I am ready to leave but I had already got a cab here and didn't want to leave with nothing. I talk about being compensated for my travel and then showed me a pile (within the piles) of new ipads and iphones, offering me one for the booking. At this point I decline his offer of course (sneaky suspicion they were probably stolen too) and then suggested a half hour rate which I don't usually do so that I could at least get paid and leave.

There was no way I was offering OWO so I put the condom on, I started to suck and the smell was something I could only describe as rotting meat. I look up at him, something is hanging from inside his nose, I instantly gag  I carry on, he suggests to go on top but I decline again, no way in hell is my body taking more contact with that crusty old looking bed and I didn't want close contact with his pits. I try and get on top, thankfully he gets too soft so cant do that, try doggy the same thing happens so I suggest he lay down and I stand and pose while he wanks, then I assist with the wanking and he comes.

I swiftly got dressed, left, went home and I threw my socks and stockings in the bin and put every item of clothing including my jacket I had in the wash and I had a very very long shower   

Its ok, I'm ok about it myself and I saw friends later that day and spoke to them about it as they know what I do. They said 'respectfully to you but why was he paying you rather than looking after himself!?!' I said in a way he probably was and I'm not there to delegate their finances as its meant to be a treat to see an escort.

I think it was almost a bit of an eyeopener as to why I was there in the first place and why I carried on with the booking, so I wouldn't end up in the position he had himself in. It only takes a few missed payments on rent to find yourself in the place he was in and clearly suffering from depression. He said he was also getting kicked out of where he is, I gave him advice on what to do as I had been in that situation myself a few times. Life can really come at you hard. It was the top of the list on worst places I had ever visited and nothing has come close to it. I try not to overthink it as it was simply just a terrible place to do my job and I was glad to get my money and get out and on with my day but I felt very sorry for him. I'm glad I have my work in the first place so I can pay for things and keep afloat really. I doubt ill find myself in that situation again really and hope by the end of this month ill be able to afford walking out rather than staying put if I ever did!