Prostitution, and the art of marketing to the XXXXL customer.

During my time as a prostitute (I don’t like the term escort for various reason), the agency I worked for had a certain number of high value ‘clients’. Many of these clients were loyal to the agency but a few were loyal to specific women, so when those women left the agency, retaining the client was something that could be difficult. However the agency always very focused on having a small client base, always went to extreme lengths go get them back.

Freebie’s are not usually a big marketing tool for most escort agencies. However if the agency knew a client had the capability to pay, then they’d sometimes consider it.

The departure of one particular girl from the agency left several regulars to be hoovered up by the other girls. One man however wasn’t for hoovering, let’s call him Harry and he was a league by himself.

As a prostitute you learn early on, how to handle the morbidly obese, and Harry was almost into disability territory he was so fat. I’d first met him about 3 months previously, when he’d booked a threesome with his regular girl and me.

His regular girl despised him, and I don’t use the word lightly, however she put up with him, because he was flexible about his times, went for long bookings and tipped well. He was also hooked on her, the only time he ever saw another girl was when he wanted a threesome. When she was away he didn’t call the agency.

The threesome was pretty disgusting, as well as being a fat mess he had a penchant, for anal sex, spanking and water sports. The agency required us to provide a full range of services (as they liked to say) but Harry pushed the envelope, particularly with the spanking.

So when she left the agency the first idea that came to the manager, was to sent around all the girls he’d booked for threesomes thinking they’d know what he liked.

I was the third or fourth the agency had sent. Even though he hadn’t kept the previous girls for a full booking he had paid them afterwards. I was in a difficult place with the management at the time, and they expected me to make an effort if I wanted to keep working.

When I arrived at his house, which looked fabulous to me at the time but I’ve later come to see as a bit tacky, I didn’t go in with the driver. As I was ostensibly working for free there was no money to give to the driver.

He essentially grunted at me when he let me in. I stripped off leaving just my bra on, and followed him into the Kitchen. For the next 10 minutes I tried to give him oral sex, but he insisted on sitting up and his belly layers of fat made it difficult. He was getting frustrated but didn’t want to acknowledge that he couldn’t do it this way.

Eventually he pushed me off him. This could have been a red line, men getting frustrated and physical was usually the point to walk away. I stuck it out though, he had me get on my hands and knees and fucked me anally on his kitchen floor, which again was horrendous because his weight stopped me from getting on my hands and knees, and he basically flattened me on the floor.

After fucking me for a few minutes, he pulled out climbed with some difficulty to his knees and proceeded to masturbate eventually ejaculating on my face. There was a pause while he gathered himself, I knew what was coming though he didn’t discuss it with me first. A stream of urine hit me in the face and worked it’s way down my body.

This was all in the first 30 minutes, and was something similar to what had happened to the previous girls. He motioned for me to go and get a shower, and I suspected that was the booking over, and that a second one wouldn’t be on the horizon.

As I walked to the bathroom, I saw the swimming pool, a large 15 metre indoor pool with a small gym attached to it. I nearly laughed!

I shouted to him, asking if I could go for a swim. He came waddling into the hall, looking at me curiously and nodded his assent.

After a shower I headed straight to the pool and he was waiting for me. I dived in and did a few lengths, while he watched. I concentrated on swimming but his presence was still there.

After a while he shouted to me, I swam to the edge where he was standing with a conservative one piece swimming suit in his hands.

He called me a slut for swimming in the nude, I of course agreed saying I was indeed a slut. Which seemed to meet his approval. I climbed out grabbed my ankles and let him slap me on the arse a few times as punishment for being such a ‘slut’ then put the swimming suit on.

There may have been a story behind the suit, it didn’t fit and I could barely get into it. I jumped back in and continued swimming, almost an hour past before he had me get out. He bent me over a table and pushed his cock against my arse again.

I tried something that had worked in the past with men that liked anal sex too much. ‘Take me like a girl’ I said in the most feminine and non-threatening voice I could manage. Grunting he turned me over, taking his fat belly in my hands I managed to get his cock into my vagina which felt a lot better.

After he was finished he pulled out, pulled the condom off and I fell to my knees again to get the obligatory shot of semen to my face. This time it wasn’t followed by a stream of urine which was nice.

Afterwards I said I wanted to go for a run, gesturing towards the running machine. I had a set of trainers and a sports bra with me, not for working out but for scruffs when I needed them.

He stood beside me on the runner, I was wearing just my sports bra and trainers, but he only touched me occasionally. I was running for about half an hour with him stroking his cock while watching.

When he had me get off, I didn’t need to do anything, I got on my knees and he ejaculated on my face. So that was a four hour booking and I'd gotten a new regular.

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