Straight Male / 41
This Time I Knew About The Prostitutes
I earlier posted my story about learning that prostitution was legal in New Zealand. Here's the story of my return visit about 5 years later, where I planned better to take advantage of the fact. There was still tons I wanted to see there, so I planned several weeks in town, and rented a small apartment near the CBD through airbnb. I enjoyed a lot of sightseeing, but I'll not deny that a prime motivation for my return was to do what I just got a taste of the first time around: to get a lot of relatively cheap handjobs from young women coming to serve me.
You might wonder why I didn't do this in Nevada, closer to home. Well, I wanted to revisit the country anyway, and would need to rent some space either way, and while the air ticket cost more the prostitutes are cheaper (at least based on my limited knowledge). Plus in NZ it's legal everywhere, and while I'm sure there are whores in Las Vegas, my understanding is it's not actually legal in that county, and I didn't want to spend weeks way out of town. Finally, many of the girls in NZ are exotic: Asians and Indians, in addition to the kiwi-accented white girls, so that appealed to me.
I'll just summarize the events rather than describe the story in detail. Basically, the first day I found some young street walkers to start with, explaining that I just wanted someone to come back to my place to give a handjob, and I wanted another one each night, ideally trying out a different girl each night to have different experiences. I was clear that I wouldn't need any more than 20 minutes or so with each, and would pay just $20NZ per encounter, anyone asking for more would be booted and I would look for someone else. I knew they hung out together and basically asked them to network around, recommend someone new who they know, and who would know my reputation and and the security of the location and their pay, so I could get the experiences I wanted.
I got willing cooperation on this quickly from the two girls I spoke to, and one agreed to begin by coming back to my place. I sat in a chair for a rapid handjob, and she told me she'd have her friend text me, or another girl she knew if the timing didn't work out, the next night. The next day I visited some beaches west of town, and drove back knowing I'd get jerked off by another beauty that evening, which turned out to be a Maori girl in her mid-20s. She had very strong hands which felt fantastic, and stared deeply at me as I orgasmed.
Each night I tried to get a different girl, though a few times I did go back to ones who had visited before. I was never disappointed, though some were certainly better than others. I loved the thrill of variety, some ladies being faster or slower, or having a firmer or gentler grip than others. One time I wanted some variety, so I splurged on a pair for up to an hour, both of whom I had seen before. I had them bring some rope, and tie me up naked with my legs spread and partly in the air, my butt hanging off the edge of my bed. Then they took turns stroking me, sucking my nipples, and playing with my oiled asshole and doing a little prostate massage, trying to avoid cumming for as long as possible but finally bursting out with gobs of semen all over their hands. They let me rest a bit, then gently stroked my soft dick again, and we actually went over an hour but I assured them I'd pay more for the extra time, and they trusted me enough to continue the pleasure until I had a second orgasm.
After that I went back to just ordinary handjobs. A couple times I found or texted someone I previously met for a mid-day jerk, but usually reserved my pleasures for the anticipated evening. I never asked for more than a handjob, as I knew this was the safest thing so we both could enjoy the session with absolute comfort and security. If there was no such thing as an STD, I would certainly have paid more for a blowjob, but in the world we have I settled for this compromise. I still got the satisfaction of having a young lady make me ejaculating each evening, sometimes touching a boob or having them suck my finger for a little additional stimulation, as I saw fit. One let me cum on her face, and occasionally I did this on or between their tits, but mostly I came on a towel, exhilarating more in the feeling of their hand on my pulsing cock than on the details of where my semen landed. And they weren't all young of course, though many were; some were late 20's or 30s, and one was older than I, and just as good as the younger ones in her touch, though I preferred looking at the young ones. No doubt, I used these girls, but they were decently compensated for their time, while the whole set of experiences probably cost me less than $1000, a fraction of the price of the total trip. I hope to return some day, when I'll be a little older, a little richer, and the girls just as young and alluring, enjoying another set of simple, satisfying, uncomplicated orgasms with women I can have come and go for a few bucks at a time.
You might wonder why I didn't do this in Nevada, closer to home. Well, I wanted to revisit the country anyway, and would need to rent some space either way, and while the air ticket cost more the prostitutes are cheaper (at least based on my limited knowledge). Plus in NZ it's legal everywhere, and while I'm sure there are whores in Las Vegas, my understanding is it's not actually legal in that county, and I didn't want to spend weeks way out of town. Finally, many of the girls in NZ are exotic: Asians and Indians, in addition to the kiwi-accented white girls, so that appealed to me.
I'll just summarize the events rather than describe the story in detail. Basically, the first day I found some young street walkers to start with, explaining that I just wanted someone to come back to my place to give a handjob, and I wanted another one each night, ideally trying out a different girl each night to have different experiences. I was clear that I wouldn't need any more than 20 minutes or so with each, and would pay just $20NZ per encounter, anyone asking for more would be booted and I would look for someone else. I knew they hung out together and basically asked them to network around, recommend someone new who they know, and who would know my reputation and and the security of the location and their pay, so I could get the experiences I wanted.
I got willing cooperation on this quickly from the two girls I spoke to, and one agreed to begin by coming back to my place. I sat in a chair for a rapid handjob, and she told me she'd have her friend text me, or another girl she knew if the timing didn't work out, the next night. The next day I visited some beaches west of town, and drove back knowing I'd get jerked off by another beauty that evening, which turned out to be a Maori girl in her mid-20s. She had very strong hands which felt fantastic, and stared deeply at me as I orgasmed.
Each night I tried to get a different girl, though a few times I did go back to ones who had visited before. I was never disappointed, though some were certainly better than others. I loved the thrill of variety, some ladies being faster or slower, or having a firmer or gentler grip than others. One time I wanted some variety, so I splurged on a pair for up to an hour, both of whom I had seen before. I had them bring some rope, and tie me up naked with my legs spread and partly in the air, my butt hanging off the edge of my bed. Then they took turns stroking me, sucking my nipples, and playing with my oiled asshole and doing a little prostate massage, trying to avoid cumming for as long as possible but finally bursting out with gobs of semen all over their hands. They let me rest a bit, then gently stroked my soft dick again, and we actually went over an hour but I assured them I'd pay more for the extra time, and they trusted me enough to continue the pleasure until I had a second orgasm.
After that I went back to just ordinary handjobs. A couple times I found or texted someone I previously met for a mid-day jerk, but usually reserved my pleasures for the anticipated evening. I never asked for more than a handjob, as I knew this was the safest thing so we both could enjoy the session with absolute comfort and security. If there was no such thing as an STD, I would certainly have paid more for a blowjob, but in the world we have I settled for this compromise. I still got the satisfaction of having a young lady make me ejaculating each evening, sometimes touching a boob or having them suck my finger for a little additional stimulation, as I saw fit. One let me cum on her face, and occasionally I did this on or between their tits, but mostly I came on a towel, exhilarating more in the feeling of their hand on my pulsing cock than on the details of where my semen landed. And they weren't all young of course, though many were; some were late 20's or 30s, and one was older than I, and just as good as the younger ones in her touch, though I preferred looking at the young ones. No doubt, I used these girls, but they were decently compensated for their time, while the whole set of experiences probably cost me less than $1000, a fraction of the price of the total trip. I hope to return some day, when I'll be a little older, a little richer, and the girls just as young and alluring, enjoying another set of simple, satisfying, uncomplicated orgasms with women I can have come and go for a few bucks at a time.
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