Whores sell their meatholes for money and you're trying to tell me they can't handle being asked about doing anal? For fear of hurting their delicate feelings? Get real.

I'm certain jerks exist who treat whores badly because they're complete low life's and need that to feel better about themselves--I agree that is totally unnecessary and generally deplorable, and most lack tact--but don't confuse those pieces-of-shit with me. That said, I'm not overly concerned for the feelings of whores because they are, let's remember, whores. But I also believe 'you get what you give' and so one should be polite & tactful if they want good service (just like with everything else in life).

Your main assumption is simply wrong. Never did I say I received attitude from any of the girls, none of them, with the exception of the last girl, and that was not a reflection of me in any sense--that is why I posted the story. She just happened to be a big bitch and that happens sometimes, so watch out for the warning signs (which I ignored). It had nothing to do with my "treatment" or asking her to 'do anal' without a bouquet of roses in my hand. If you think differently, then there's not much else left to say.

As an addendum: There is a language barrier with most girls, they don't know what 'anal' is. Go ahead and ask 'do you do anal' and you'll usually get a confused look. If "anal" doesn't work, try "fuck ass" as they usually, but not always, understand that (my tip for all). Finding anal is tough and the girls with "other services negotiable" listed on profiles usually does not mean anal, at least in my experience--usually means costumes or who knows what else.

P.S. Monger + Mongoloid = Mongerloid, it's intentional, a social commentary.

Bro...i'm sure you're a good guy...but the above comment of yours alone tells me I would never want you to be part of my cadre of mates out for an evening of fun--or any personal circle for that matter.  (Absolutely no loss to you I'm sure you're thinking...and you're right.)

IMO, only someone with a deep-seated--perhaps subconscious even--hostility towards WG's would make that statement.  Again, IMO, that they take money (or goods) in trade to play does not in any way diminish their value as a person deserved of civility and good manners.  

Just remember that Karma--the real life kind--is a Bitch.  Trample on enough WG's--intentionally or not--and Karma is sure to catch up with you.

Happy Punting.

Are whores 'people'? Sure. They have feelings, just like you and I. In fact, if you bothered to continue reading the following quoted sentence I explicitly stated they deserve civility--that indeed, one 'gets what they give'. We agree.

Let me ask you this: Would you marry a girl if you knew her to be a whore (literally)? If you're honest, then no, and that's because although whores are 'people too' ... who deserve civility... and many are very nice in many regards, that being a literal whore, i.e. selling your meatholes for money, does in fact diminish that persons value. This is where I think we have a philosophical difference. It's an interesting discussion but I don't want to hijack this thread.

Sorry but I disagree totally with you, most working girls I have met are better people than the arseholes I meet through business .

Just because a girl has to do this for a job does not mean a thing about the girl. A lot of these girls do it out of necessity and what does it cost to be nice to them? absolutely nothing and what does it get you in return, better service and you will meet some great girls.

I think this statement "selling your meatholes for money" says a lot about you as aperson.

But it is fun watching him defend himself!  You can almost smell his arrogant self-righteousness.

Judge much, Bro?  "sell their meatholes for money!?!". Gasp!!!  you say that like it's a bad thing.  

So what does that make you?  One who "buys her meathole?". Even lower down the sewer, right?  

Must really piss you off having these whores say no to you.

You strike me as the type who has a rape-kit in your car.

Talk of spitting self-righteousness is hilarious and a huge stretch coming from you. Try having a look in the mirror. You no doubt have zero clue or awareness of what I'm even talking about, which is all the more ironic.

Everyone's so defensive at the slightest thought that whores are 'less than equal'. You're free to disagree--I may think you're delusional for believing so, but so be it. Again, would you marry a whore? I mean, she's your equal, right? So what would it matter if she is/was a whore, shouldn't matter to you. Am I right?

And to the point of 'if whores are meatholes and I fuck a whore what does that make me for fucking said meathole' well, as I said, it is a great philosophical question. I have pondered this over the years to great degree, and here's my very short take: I, along with greater society, endows womens sexuality, but not a mans sexuality, with value (as in virginity, fidelity, chastity, etc).

At this point this thread is delving way off topic, I don't want to dump in this thread anymore than we already have, so if anyone wishes to address me further do so via PM or start a new thread.

I don't have an issue with most of what you have said with the exception of the perspective that a WG is less than equal.  I don't believe this at all. Would I marry a whore?  If she was a person I saw as being a great partner, why not?  Is one dick worse than a 1000?  It is perspective.

I don't see any reason to say that a woman that provides sexual services to men is less than equal to me or anyone else.

I believe that the only less than equal people on this planet are ones that take advantage of others, or cause negative outcomes for innocent people.  Other than that, thinking one's self above anyone else is a clarifying statement about that person, not the person that they are judging.

Regardless of "greater societal" perspective, the educated mind understands that two people engaged in a mutually agreed upon act, are equally culpable as the other. Gender plays no part in the level of culpability when viewed objectively.

J

It's okay if a thread goes way off topic as long as several people are participating.  Discussion is what the forum is all about.

You don't want your son to marry a prostitute and you don't want your daughter to marry a man who frequents prostitutes.  That's fine.  Does the provider or the customer stand on a higher moral ground?  It's probably different for everyone.

I will say this though... Most of the prostitutes I have met are nice people that I would hang around with anyway.  Some are not.  Most of the punters I have met are nice people that I would hang out with anyway.  Some are not.  Therefor I try not to judge people on their profession or their hobbys, as long as they are not hurting others.

I try not to refer to anyone as "only" anything.  He is "only my waiter," is as bad as she "is only a whore."  Or as you said... "I don't care about a waiter's feelings because he is afterall, a waiter," is the same as "She is afterall, a whore."

Probably one many of you shared the first time you ever punted. I was in BKK, and had decided to pop my mongering cherry at Akane Fashion Massage in Chitlom. I arrived at the place, but simply couldn't make myself open the door and walk in -- just too nervous. I must have walked up and down the street 6 times, each time promising myself I'd go in, yet each time finding some reason not to. Perhaps there was a woman and child walking past at the same time. Perhaps I thought the taxi driver parked opposite was giving me the eye. Whatever it was, it was keeping me out of there, until ...

...of course, eventually, I opened the door and went in. I had a great session with a girl named Shizuka (who was usually at the other Soi 33 location, but for some reason was at Chitlom that day). Afterward, I thought to myself, "Mmm, that was nice, but now that I've tried it, I don't think I need to do any more mongering ever again. Once was enough. I've had the experience, and I can always look back on the memory."

The next day, I banged a girl at Annie's. Then over the next week, a half dozen more at Poseiden, Nataree, and so on.

So, I went from nervous newbie to humping has-been to persistent punter, all in the span of about 24 hours   Looking back on it, it seems pretty silly.

Gherk

if we want to look at this simply from a selfish point of view, in my experience a WG treated nicely gives better service.

if we want to look at this from a decency point of view... no need to treat anyone poorly... no matter what they do for a living.

Mongoloid.... You are the only one stating that we believe some "whore" must be our "equal" in order to treat them right. I never said that.

What does "my equal" even mean?  Equal in education?  Income?  Status?  These are very definable stati and easily verifiable. Is this what you mean?  I mix with many people who have less OR more education than me. And income. Etc. But they are still damn fine, interesting people I am happy to know.

Is your plumber (who I assume is NOT a whore) your equal?  Likely not if these are the only characteristics you value. (though I gotta hunch your plumber earns more than you - you're just too stupidto see it).

The more you write the more we think your just a moron asshole.   

So please continue helping us get to know you.

You must have the lowest reading comprehension on this board, if english is your first language then it speaks volumes for your overall mental ability. Where did I ever state 'whores shouldn't be treated well'? Quote me. Show me where. Here is your chance to "put me in my place."

The truth is you're flat out making shit up. In fact, I've repeatedly stated the exact opposite sentiment multiple times in this thread: there's no reason whores should not be treated with anything less than decency. If you're too dumb to comprehend this, I can not help you.

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Gherk

Apologizes ggherk,

I did get a little carried-away. My bad.

I can remember picking up a street WG many years ago. I was on holiday at the time about 800km from home.
These were pre ATM days too.

Anyway I did the deed in the back seat, all good, got dressed and dropped of the WG.
On the way back to where I was staying I decided to get something to eat.
I nice resturant presented itself and because I was on holiday I was going to treat myself.

Bottle of wine, over 2 courses of seafood and a tasty desert I felt like a king.

Then it happened. No bulge. No bulge ion my pocket where my wallet should be.  Out to the car after a quick explanation at the paypoint and I searched that car 237 times. The trunk , under the bonnet, you name it I searched for it. All gone. No Id  and less than $4 in the ashtray 800km from home on a Friday night and no access to a bank until monday not that I could get money from them anyway cause my bankbook was at home.

So I thooght to myself" I have to manage this"
I went back into the resturant and asked to use their phone and telephone book. I looked up the local Police telephone number and called them saying there was a customer at the resturant who didnt have money to pay for the bill. I then went back to my table and ordered another drink..lol
The Police turned up about 20 mins later. I approached and told them I had made the call and that I was the customer without money.
I didnt tell them how I lost my wallet just that it was gone and I didnt have any money until I could get my parente to transfer some to me on Monday. I asked the Police to check the rego on my car to make sure I was the registered owner and to call my parents and ask them to describe me and the car etc etc.
The Police  did all of this. They were really good about it. I also asked them to  witness my written  promise to pay the resturant. I wrote 3 of these out and gave one to the Police , one to the resturant owner and I kept one.
The Police said they had never had anyone do anything like this before and trusted I would pay. The resturant owner was surprised too and gave me $100 to tide me over until Monday and I added that to the agreement.  (BTW $100 was a lot of money back then considering my weekly pay was $90/week at the time)

Monday arrived, I finally got access to some money, paid the resturant, went to the Police station and signed off on the deal and everyone lived happily ever after. Oh and the Police actually gave me a letter to replace my licence  for an interim period until I could get a replacement.

Good things can always come from bad but at the end of the day it was a lot of effort and very costly for a quick backseat fuck ...lol

Lol I remember my younger days. My first time in a Strip club and got all excited and made a deal with the stripper. She was like why don't you pay me all the money upfront and buy dances and then after closing we can meet at the closest gas station. I wasn't thinking straight and thought it was an awesome deal. After ten lapdances , I was waiting at the gas station for two hrs for her to arrive which she never did. 100 usd down the drain.

got on so well with the WG and it was testament to the GFE I forgot to pay and she forgot to ask. I went back of corse and corrected error.

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This is far and away my worst experience.  I was living in London.  As Brit mongerers may know, a lot of the law firms have their offices not far from Liverpool Street station.  Monthly team drinks were a notoriously boozy affair.  

After just about the entire team was booted out of the law firm offices for being too drunk and rowdy, we moved on to a nearby Bar in Shoreditch, which was a famously trendy area, but slightly dodgy at the same time.  

I was very intoxicated but still appropriate.  I left the nightclub after "one last drink", which was one of those transformative last drinks that take you from being reasonably in control of your faculties and waking up in a passable state to being a silly, staggering mess destined for a screaming hangover.  

I began shuffling home toward where I lived, just off Brick Lane.  This is Jack the Ripper territory, right down to pubs such as the Ten Bells where some of his victims used to hang out.  

As I was staggering past the Ten Bells, there was some seemingly okay looking girl strolling up and down in front of the pub.  Spitalfields is fairly gentrified so I was somewhat surprised when she said "Looking for a lady, my place is just nearby".  

I was extremely drunk by now - fvck knows what my mates had given me as my last drink - possibly a jager bomb.  I sort of grunted my assent and we suddenly seemed to be walking off together arm in arm.  She was guiding me towards Whitechapel, which (it must be said) is less gentrified and more dodgy.  And even more Jack the Ripper.  

We got to this rather old and very crumby looking set of terrace houses that had an open stairway out the front leading to various levels of doorways - it's hard to describe but it's quite unusual for buildings of that vintage.  It's sort of like a 19th century apartment building.  I know this because I subsequently used to pass it on the way to City Airport...giving an involuntary shudder.

Anyway, she led me by the arm up the stairs.  I said "which of the flats is yours"?  She said: "None - we'll just have to fvck in the stairwell!"

I said "No fvcken way I'm not doing that".  

She kind of had me pinned against the wall.  She got down on her knees and said "Listen I'll just give you a blowjob".  I said something like "I don't what to put you to any trouble".

She then shifted and the moonlight hit her face.  She opened her mouth (even though I was still completely zipped and covered).  I then realised she had only one prominent and very green tooth, as well as the most "faces of crystal meth" complexion I'd ever seen on anyone.  

I was immediately stone cold sober and slightly terrified.  I could not believe that I had been so drunk before as not to realise what a sketchy situation this was.

I had to get out of there fast but she was blocking my way - I'm a gentle, and pretty slight, guy, so as always had to rely on wits not fists.  I kind of played along saying, "Hang on just let me get onto the lower stair and we'll get underway".

She hopped up and I gingerly moved down past her into position.  The moment she knelt again, I turned and bolted the fvck out of there.  She was screaming and chasing after me.  A black taxi was just pulling up some distance down the road.  I flagged it down in a pretty agitated state.  Then I suddenly started to think I'd dropped my wallet on the way.  I couldn't find it and I was too drunk to realise it was in my breast pocket.  

I'm a good sprinter (or at least was in those days) so she was a fair way behind me.  But as I was frantically patting all my pockets trying to find my fvcking wallet she caught up with me.  Despite her emaciated state, she got my arm in a vice like grip.  She said:

"If you don't give me money I'll tell the police you raped me"  

Wildly implausible, I know, but I was drunk, tense and pretty young back then.  So I felt even more scared.  I found 40 quid and gave it to her very hurriedly.  As she protested, I gave her another 20 quid.  She finally fvcked off.

Climbed into the black cab.  The cabbie said:

"Ain't love grand!"

This really stupid mongering moment happened to me about a year and a half ago. This was particularly scary and was a direct result of me ignoring punting rule Number One. As embarrassing as it is, it is a perfect example of stupid mongering moment. Reposting this is bit of a public service and a warning to never ever break punting rules. I did NOT break rule #2 which completely saved my ass.

Take heed! Obey these rules.
Rule #1 - NEVER go anywhere alone with anyone you don't know, to anyplace you don't know. This applies to travelling in general but especially when in unknown areas and always while punting or gambling.

Rule #2 - NEVER take anything with you that you cannot afford to lose. This also applies when in unknown areas, punting or gambling but also when partying under conditions that might involve heavy drinking or consuming other stupid inebriates.

I'm adding to this list due to the above punters' experiences.
Rule #3 - Never pay in advance.

Link to original post:
Two punts, three women, 10 men and extortion. I broke Rule #1. http://forum.sex141.com/eforum/v ... highlight=%2Bdooper

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I'd like to share one of my stupid moments while new to this.

I've seen a few WG's in Canada and didn't know about this site until a cousin of mine recommended it to me so all of this happened in Canada and $ is also in Canadian.

So I was browsing some girls on a page known for ads about WG's and came across one that seemed alright and she was asking $300 CAD for an hour (in Canada if you're not paying about $250+ she's usually ugly or has some narly scars from c sections and what not) and her photos looked pretty decent (one must be cautious about photos on sites as one can just google "hot girl" and post a few which in my case was the deal). I also personally like doing "in-calls" or "141 walk-ups" as I don't like WG's knowing where I live but in Canada, in-calls are also sometimes "honey-girls" (for those who don't know what Honey-girls are, they're WG's that use hotels) So I was given an address to a hotel and when I showed up there were other people in the room but she told me to stay as they would be leaving soon so I stepped on in. I should've just left then and there as she looked nothing like her photos but I walked in and sat down on the bed. In Canada its also the norm to leave the money in an envelope when you arrive and had it over before or at least that has been my experience so I gave her the money which she opened and counted in front of me before stuffing it into her bra which I thought was kind of strange as it was going to be coming off later. About 15 minutes pass and her friend still hadn't left and next thing I know, 4 people come out of the bathroom. 1 dude, an old woman, and 2 more hanus looking girls. At this point I said to myself, I'm committed as I already handed over the cash. I guess the plus side was I got to smoke a bit of weed when this happened. But next thing that happens is a "water" bottle comes out and they start drinking capfuls of it. It's GHB. I decline and she decides she wants to go to another location. I'm like "great lets gtfo so I can fuck you already" as more than 30 minutes has passed and I still had shit to do that day, It was about mid day, around 3ish. So we get into my car and drive away to another address she gives me but its her hair studio and she's picking up fake wigs...At this point I again should have just left but didn't as I already told myself earlier I was committed as I already handed over the cash. So we drive to another place and its a townhouse, For those who don't know what a townhouse is, its a house thats been split into 2 or more living spaces for families to rent out. She also whipped out a crack pipe while driving and I was like WTF!?!?!?! I said no smoking in my car and she takes out a crack/meth pipe. She tells me to wait in the car as she has to check if her "sister" is home so I said okay and away she goes. 5 minutes go by, nothing. 10 minutes go by, nothing. 15 minutes go by, still nothing. So i decided to get out of the car and scope the place from a distance. Looking it the place was a disaster. Dirty plates, bowls, cups everywhere and some random people had showed up and went in. So I decided to ring the door bell and some white bald dude with a few tats answers the door. I ask for the girl and he said she left 10 minutes ago out the backdoor.

So I'm down $300 CAD, which is mind blowing compared to the prices here in Asia, I'm currently in Hong Kong visiting, and my car has had crack or meth smoked in it, and I didn't even get to see a boob. Just a hanus face and a narly c section scar from her answering the door in a tank top.

Moral of the story, I gained a backbone. Don't be afraid to walk away when they're not the same as their photos and the other reason I don't do outcall is because my cousin's friend ordered one to his door once for $200 an hour and she was bat shit ugly and had to pay her $50 CAD still for her to go away