PEOPLE SHARE THEIR WEIRDEST HOOKER STORIES

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People aren't usually very forthcoming with their hooker stories; I think because it's a private act that most guys would like to keep hush hush. Luckily for us there are places like Reddit where people can share their stories with absolutely no repercussions. Thank you Reddit!

I was browsing up and down Belgium's red light street. I had 200 Euros in my pocket, and joy in my heart. Busty Serbian girls were presenting me their perfectly formed, tanned buttocks and beckoning me over their shoulder. My penis was excited.

After about 10 minutes I spied the perfect girl. About 5'5", huge booty and giant boobs topped with succulent brown nipples. She caught my eye, and we both knew that I meant business. I strutted meaningfully towards the door. As she opened it my penis jumped.
"How much?" I seductively asked.
Looking me up and down, in a slow and sexy manner, the prostitute returned her gaze to my face. and then she uttered those fateful words. "No." Before slamming the door in my face. I turned around and returned to the street, my mind a flutter.. Had I just been rejected by a prostitute?

I was a patrol officer is a very quiet suburban town. Found a van parked in a residential neighborhood with 4 guys standing outside. The ground was littered with beer cans and used condoms. Inside the van was a guy fucking a nasty crack hoe. Turns out it was a bachelor party and the plan was to get a bunch of hookers, but they lost most of their money at a casino earlier in the night, so they could only afford to get one. Each guy got to fuck her with the groom to be going first. The last guy was the father of the groom. By far one of the nastiest things I had ever seen.

It's not just guys who hire hookers...

When I lived it Bangkok my friend Chelsea and I thought it would be funny if we paid 2 male prostitutes for the evening and took them out clubbing with us. We were in the taxi stuck in traffic and Chelsea begins dry humping her guy in the back of the taxi, then proceeds to open the door, grab her guy and pull him out of the car and into another taxi. I was then awkwardly left with my guy and the taxi driver. It didn't seem as funny when it was just me and the hooker, so I bought him a pack of cigarettes and milk at 7-11 and sent him on his way. When I got home I found another friend sitting on my front stoop in her pajamas. She apparently had been asleep in Chelsea's bed (she lived outside the city and often spent weekends with one of us), when Chelsea stumbled in with her hooker and began to fuck him while my friend was asleep in the bed next to her. So my friend noped the fuck out of there and walked over to my apartment to come stay at my place. Chelsea and her prostitute ended up banging until 5 pm the next day and actually ended up seeing each other for a few weeks after that, charge free.

I saw a transvestite hooker push out a tar like shit on to a palm tree on Santa Monica boulevard at 3 am. It was not awesome.

When I was like eleven, my dad told me about how racist it was in the south in the 60's. It was so racist that when he and his black friend went to a hooker, the hooker wouldn't see his friend because he was black! Well my dad is a stand up mofo so he says "That's racist! I'll take my business elsewhere!" He looks at me like I should be really proud of him and instead I said "...you went to a hooker?"

I love a good hooker story!