I've had two clients that have slightly grated on me this week and I wouldn't see them again unless I really needed the money.
Client 1
Books for an hour.
Arrives just over 20 minutes late.
Slobbers all over my face trying to kiss me with his mouth covering both of my lips, ruining my makeup and dribbling spit all over me, so much so that when I turn my head there was still a trail connecting both of our mouths.
Asks me to stop during oral as he'd rather do penetration and after changing positions nearly every few minutes (oh how I hate the edgers!) I'm covered in his sweat dripping all over my stomach, face and hair as well as his spit, he keeps apologising and I say it's fine wanting to stop the acrobatics and not prolong this any longer.
We then had intermissions every now and then for him to wipe his face on a towel as he kept trying to stain my pillows and also to change positions.
I check the time and see we have 15 minutes and let him know, he then mentions that he finds it near on impossible to ejaculate in a condom and can he wank over me instead! No worries, so off he goes only to aim buckets of thin cum directly at my stockings and not on my stomach which was his initial direction.
Wrapped all of that up and pointed him to the door, he had a good time supposedly but I'm not sure I can be bothered with all of that again.
Client 2
Completely disregards the address sent and instructions in which he was asked to ring on the intercom so that I could let him in. Ends up in the wrong block calling me to say he's inside and what was my apartment number (as if I didn't give him the intercom number and tell him to use the bloody thing!).
I explain that he didn't listen and hang up, not particularly interested in verbally guiding him to the right entrance considering he was now running late and was so abrupt on the phone.
Finally he rings the intercom and is reluctant to look into the camera or even say hello so there's back and forth until he does.
Finally arrives and doesn't have adequate change and so he tells me to keep the extra and "make it worth it"
The most delightful silent starfish of a client in which he laid spread out on the bed for all of 30 minutes, orgasming twice and not warning or telling me either time and only starting a conversation with me to tell me I must be paranoid as he called and messaged me on another phone number and I didn't respond.
He also piped up to complain about the use of regular sized condoms and how tight they are (I don't have time to stroke egos with such nonsense, men bigger in the downstairs department than him fit into them just fine with no complaint).
He's more or less finished now and wants to get rid of his own condom and so I tell him to use the bin in the bathroom only to find out after he'd left he'd chucked it in the toilet and done a piss on top of it.
Thank goodness I'm done for the week!
