Marrying an AMP Worker
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I don't want my love being dug out by 10 mongers a day, half of them with their pissed stained boxers and filthy hygiene. Or slurping down those same half dirty dicks then coming home to me for hugs n kisses.
I could never marry or date an AMP worker if they were active in the business. Thats my pussy, I'm the only one that going to be digging her out.
I'm not shaming anyone who is or has, just tossing my 2 cents in the bucket on the subject.
Be well gents!
I could never marry or date an AMP worker if they were active in the business. Thats my pussy, I'm the only one that going to be digging her out.
I'm not shaming anyone who is or has, just tossing my 2 cents in the bucket on the subject.
Be well gents!
So I thought I was done making comments on this subject, but I decided to reply to yours.
OMG except for conducting an English class, this very closely matches my recent experience. I did help her boss at the AMP with some legal issues with the town. I also helped some of her AMP friends with their paperwork. And sometimes I took them all out to dinner.
Like your girl, mine also seemed to pass the grander test of integrity and loyalty. I did notice some small things, and unfortunately for me I just ignored them.
And like your girl, I thought she was incorruptible no matter the price tag. I tried many times at the amp to get more than a HJ. Because I speak Chinese and I'm a valued customer I usually can get more services at a HJ only AMP. But not with this one, it was a line she said she would not cross. Although several of the AMPs that she worked at have been reviewed on this board. She had never been reviewed. Which also made me believe that she didn't provide anything more at the AMP.
She was also invited to go work at a spa out of state for a month but declined because this amp had a reputation as a full service place and had been raided by the police several times.
She was constantly chatting with her AMP girlfriends about their experience at out of state spas where they would make thousands of dollars in a day. I once asked her why she declined to go out of state, and she replied that she knew she would lose this arrangement we had. Maybe now that the arrangement is over she will take that trip out of state and earn a lot of money.
She also continues to contact me. But I think she has changed from the girl I knew. Maybe having me around gave her the confidence to start doing more. And once that particular genie is out of the bottle, there is no putting it back in.
OMG except for conducting an English class, this very closely matches my recent experience. I did help her boss at the AMP with some legal issues with the town. I also helped some of her AMP friends with their paperwork. And sometimes I took them all out to dinner.
Like your girl, mine also seemed to pass the grander test of integrity and loyalty. I did notice some small things, and unfortunately for me I just ignored them.
And like your girl, I thought she was incorruptible no matter the price tag. I tried many times at the amp to get more than a HJ. Because I speak Chinese and I'm a valued customer I usually can get more services at a HJ only AMP. But not with this one, it was a line she said she would not cross. Although several of the AMPs that she worked at have been reviewed on this board. She had never been reviewed. Which also made me believe that she didn't provide anything more at the AMP.
She was also invited to go work at a spa out of state for a month but declined because this amp had a reputation as a full service place and had been raided by the police several times.
She was constantly chatting with her AMP girlfriends about their experience at out of state spas where they would make thousands of dollars in a day. I once asked her why she declined to go out of state, and she replied that she knew she would lose this arrangement we had. Maybe now that the arrangement is over she will take that trip out of state and earn a lot of money.
She also continues to contact me. But I think she has changed from the girl I knew. Maybe having me around gave her the confidence to start doing more. And once that particular genie is out of the bottle, there is no putting it back in.
Its the volume 'Mayor, the amount of dick an amp girl sees in a week is way less pussy I see in a year (these days).
I have remained pretty solitary most of my life, never walked down the isle. I don't recall mongering while in a committed relationship, but I'm sure I have. Therefore I must have had a good reason. My honey's knew their job was to keep me happy, if they did their job they were well provided for. I am speaking in past tense, 20+ years ago. Things are different for me now, older age has cured me of the monger disease.
Even in my prime I couldn't keep up with the amount of dick an amp provider sees compared to any pussy I was getting.
Not sure where you were going with the hypocrite comment, my point was I am not pimping out my wife or GF to get fucked by 10 strangers a day, 5 days a week. Then snuggle-fucking her in bed later that night. That is some weak cuck type behavior, language I don't know or speak.
I have remained pretty solitary most of my life, never walked down the isle. I don't recall mongering while in a committed relationship, but I'm sure I have. Therefore I must have had a good reason. My honey's knew their job was to keep me happy, if they did their job they were well provided for. I am speaking in past tense, 20+ years ago. Things are different for me now, older age has cured me of the monger disease.
Even in my prime I couldn't keep up with the amount of dick an amp provider sees compared to any pussy I was getting.
Not sure where you were going with the hypocrite comment, my point was I am not pimping out my wife or GF to get fucked by 10 strangers a day, 5 days a week. Then snuggle-fucking her in bed later that night. That is some weak cuck type behavior, language I don't know or speak.
Instances when a whore proved what she is:
- Left son’s graduation to take a date with me: This is about a mature provider I occasionally would see. I called her for a date one day. We met at a motel. Usually we met at her place, but on this day requested I get a place. After we finished started to get dressed quickly. I was somewhat surprised and asked why the rush? Her response was she had to get back to son’s graduation party. He recently finished college. I was a bit dumbfounded.
- Visiting NY from Florida: While in session with this amazingly attractive Asian provider, who worked out of an apartment setup with other ladies in Flushing, her husband shows up. He flew from Florida to find her. Immediately after our session my provider left the room to meet and calm him down. He would not leave until he had a chance to speak with her. After they left the other ladies shared with me her story. Apparently, she used to work with the MMS prior to marriage. Got married and told hubby she stopped providing service. But she would occasionally visit NY, using the excuse of visiting family and friends in Flushing, while working in the flesh trade with her MMS friend. Until the hubby found out.
- College girl on the phone with boyfriend: While in session with an Asian College coed she received a call from her boyfriend. He was suspicious of her whereabouts, so she had to answer whenever he called. She is speaking to him while I am drilling. We are both turned on by the situation. This makes me hit it harder as she tries to control her breathing and muffle a few yelps. He hung up, we finished, and she was upset we didn’t climax together after he hung up.
- MMS has a new boyfriend: An old MMS I knew, who I lost contact with many moons ago, was servicing me. While in mid thrust, she apologizes and answers the phone. Her new boyfriend constantly checked on her to see if she was servicing clients. She promised him her role was just management. Her girls did all the work. On occasion he would stop by the spot. She trained him to call before coming, so not to scare clients. The truth was his darkest fear.
- Threesome madness: Out of the blue I got a call from an old MMS friend. Knew her from when she was a working girl. At the time she bought her MMS’s shop and took over the business. She liked to call me up whenever she had a new girl that I might like. We were fond of each other that way. On one occasion I talked her into joining a session with a newbie. Unbeknownst to her I had already sampled the newbie before when her old MMS ran things. So, she wasn’t entirely new, but an occasional provider that tried to pass as fresh meat. Our session was a good one, especially since both ladies had serviced me separately before. One even tried a little lesbo petting, but the other wasn’t into it. As I was leaving, I saw the newbie entering a car and waving bye to me. It looked like her hubby and a friend with the kids in the back seat were picking her up from work. The look on hubby and the other guy’s face made me think they knew what was up.
(The views expressed by myself here are solely my own and do not represent the opinions of the board, the cosmos, or even my pet goldfish)
MY DEAR FRIEND, In my humble opinion, just how this particular monger sees it, having lived amongst AMP girls for nearly 5 decades:
Yes, our situations have some similarities.
However, yours was a far deeper relationship, in that you took yours into your home.
(I commend you; I salute you in your courageous experiment)
You gave yours a far greater opportunity to prosper in a traditional relationship than I gave mine. And, you had far more oversight of the situation, and accountability on both sides to ensure the success of the experimental relationship to avoid failure. You did this by taking her under your wings of love and protection and by being so close to each other, so often in so many myriad engagements of life.
You gave her far more insulation and a great invitation into a western lifestyle, and full-acceptance and integration into the country that she chose to live in.
You were looking for love and your sincerity and willingness to lay everything on the line and gamble on her, give her a great rookie contract because of your faith in her, is a testament to your faith that an AMP girl is the same as any girl, and if given the right opportunity will make as fine a “wife” as any other. And, even “finer,” more so, because of her obliged indebtedness to you for investing in her “against all odds.”
You took a stand for her, gave her legitimacy, and most assuredly all her AMP friends admired and envied her situation. You gave her a great opportunity for transformation, initiated by your belief in her, seeing a spark of beauty within her and allowing that spark to emblazon.
And, this all would have blossomed into a potential “they lived happily ever-after,” if her goal was fully aligned with yours, that being happiness, a blissful couple, emotional security, health, a well-rounded life.
But, her goal was not “only” those aspects, that you provided for her in the comfort of your presence. Her hidden agenda could not be sidetracked, the initial goal for immigrating to America. And, that goal being, independently creating her own wealth and exercising that power and creativity through the fastest means available. And, at some time, it became apparent to her that “sex,” was that means. It was a temptation and desire so powerful, that it eclipsed her love and desire to have what you offered her. And, she began to take what you gave her for granted. And, merely used it as already conquered territory, upon which she could further build her empire through her own efforts, while still enjoying your massive contributions.
It is called greed. It comes in all shapes and sizes. I am not saying that greed is wrong. We all partake in greed to some degree, creating banks and other institutions for housing that wealth for future use.
But, for someone such as you, with great sincerity and faith in your ability to create domestic bliss with a partner, a greedy woman believing that her only tools to create wealth is her vagina, is a poor choice.
If her greed bypassed her use of her vagina as a money-making tool and instead used the buying and selling of real estate, or other entrepreneurial options, all well and good.
But, most AMP girls are deficient in confidence to create wealth by means other than their vagina as a tool. It obviously seems to be the easiest quickest route to success for a girl fresh off the boat in a strange new world. Although, in reality, she probably planned the scheme well in advance in her own country of origin, full well knowing that she would find herself in a foreign country with her vagina being her most powerful tool, lacking English and other skills.
I treated my girl “boyfriend/fatherly.” She really needed someone to stand for her. She was incredibly uncomplicated and easy to read. I knew all her lies and found her deceits amusing. I mean, jeez, she really was a cute little girl who enjoyed sex and I could draw out our sessions with great build up but her ability to drive hard and be driven hard was limited. I was very kind to her, and played within her capacity, always making sure she remained content and solving all her problems, and the problems of her mamasan and girlfriends.
I extended my goodwill even to the male members of her circle of friends. Drank beers with the boys. Shared the shopping bag of Chinese restaurant food with whoever was present. I was younger and enjoyed the AMP parties, and food was cheap back then. And, my little Asian cutie, well, “worshipped” her generous American boyfriend, stayed as close to my side as Siamese twins, and was always wet and ready to be pounced upon at the slimmest opportunity. She was really a wonderful cute girlfriend.
I was her first non-Asian partner. And, knowing her sexual capacity, I treated her with kid gloves. Her sexual
limits were fine with me, as I knew not to overdo it at any one time. But, I could keep on going back for more, very often. She would cum incredibly easy. I could easily make her orgasm with her being fully clothed in a pinch if time and privacy was in short supply. The frequency delighted us both. And, my willingness to not “marathon” her with any one sex session, led her to trust me implicitly.
She always checked with me to see if I liked what she was wearing and would change her clothes immediately if I wasn’t turned on by her apparel. We went on shopping sprees buying those cute colorful cheap outfits at stores like “Strawberries,” and “My Girl,” et cetera.
So, she must have misconstrued that all other western men were probably the same as her boyfriend, like knowing her capacity, and keeping her best interests at heart. And, in her next step to parlay her cute little one-man capacity cunt, into the public arena, she never took into account the hardships she might endure.
So, the girl goes deep into the heart of Texas, where rodeo is a favorite pastime… need I say more? And, she comes back to me, well, well-past broken-in; but now “broken down.”
She thought that I would welcome her back with welcome arms. She was not the same girl. And, there was no going back. It was over. The innocence was gone. What was started by her, a quest for her own wealth, had to be pursued to completion. That is why she (they) have come to America, after all. Her eyes were set on buying property. She actually wanted me to fund her some dough. There was nothing I could do, but let go.
I suggest that yours, too, would be an ongoing problem. If she stays in the profession, she would have to resist ongoing temptations of very generous offers of money for services, and even temptations of another nature, sexual-seduction by very attractive appealing handsome clients.
An AMP is the devil’s workshop, I have found. Every form of vice has invitation to thrive there. For guys like us in need of some refreshment from our monotony, it’s a source of great fulfillment and pleasure.
But, I have found that to be connected to a girl who sources her income from an AMP, the leakage from the swamp into my life, while entertaining, is a constant flow of negativity.
It is quite understandable that for a guy, using the AMP as a marketplace for potential girlfriends is quite appealing, because of its huge concentration of available Asian women to sample. Actually irresistible.
Yet, I have woefully discovered that the quality of merchandise as it pertains to a bonafide legit relationship, yields merchandise that is usually referred to as “seconds” or damaged goods, refurbished items with a short shelf life. Some rare exceptions, though. But, the percentage is low.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love Asian women, even after these many decades. Asian women are delightful in so many ways.
Those on the straight and narrow are 1000% devoted to their husbands, work hard, great mothers, great cooks, great organizers, intelligent, fast learners, good looking, great in bed, versatile, nimble. But, probably best to find one never tarnished by AMP life.
MY DEAR FRIEND, In my humble opinion, just how this particular monger sees it, having lived amongst AMP girls for nearly 5 decades:
Yes, our situations have some similarities.
However, yours was a far deeper relationship, in that you took yours into your home.
(I commend you; I salute you in your courageous experiment)
You gave yours a far greater opportunity to prosper in a traditional relationship than I gave mine. And, you had far more oversight of the situation, and accountability on both sides to ensure the success of the experimental relationship to avoid failure. You did this by taking her under your wings of love and protection and by being so close to each other, so often in so many myriad engagements of life.
You gave her far more insulation and a great invitation into a western lifestyle, and full-acceptance and integration into the country that she chose to live in.
You were looking for love and your sincerity and willingness to lay everything on the line and gamble on her, give her a great rookie contract because of your faith in her, is a testament to your faith that an AMP girl is the same as any girl, and if given the right opportunity will make as fine a “wife” as any other. And, even “finer,” more so, because of her obliged indebtedness to you for investing in her “against all odds.”
You took a stand for her, gave her legitimacy, and most assuredly all her AMP friends admired and envied her situation. You gave her a great opportunity for transformation, initiated by your belief in her, seeing a spark of beauty within her and allowing that spark to emblazon.
And, this all would have blossomed into a potential “they lived happily ever-after,” if her goal was fully aligned with yours, that being happiness, a blissful couple, emotional security, health, a well-rounded life.
But, her goal was not “only” those aspects, that you provided for her in the comfort of your presence. Her hidden agenda could not be sidetracked, the initial goal for immigrating to America. And, that goal being, independently creating her own wealth and exercising that power and creativity through the fastest means available. And, at some time, it became apparent to her that “sex,” was that means. It was a temptation and desire so powerful, that it eclipsed her love and desire to have what you offered her. And, she began to take what you gave her for granted. And, merely used it as already conquered territory, upon which she could further build her empire through her own efforts, while still enjoying your massive contributions.
It is called greed. It comes in all shapes and sizes. I am not saying that greed is wrong. We all partake in greed to some degree, creating banks and other institutions for housing that wealth for future use.
But, for someone such as you, with great sincerity and faith in your ability to create domestic bliss with a partner, a greedy woman believing that her only tools to create wealth is her vagina, is a poor choice.
If her greed bypassed her use of her vagina as a money-making tool and instead used the buying and selling of real estate, or other entrepreneurial options, all well and good.
But, most AMP girls are deficient in confidence to create wealth by means other than their vagina as a tool. It obviously seems to be the easiest quickest route to success for a girl fresh off the boat in a strange new world. Although, in reality, she probably planned the scheme well in advance in her own country of origin, full well knowing that she would find herself in a foreign country with her vagina being her most powerful tool, lacking English and other skills.
I treated my girl “boyfriend/fatherly.” She really needed someone to stand for her. She was incredibly uncomplicated and easy to read. I knew all her lies and found her deceits amusing. I mean, jeez, she really was a cute little girl who enjoyed sex and I could draw out our sessions with great build up but her ability to drive hard and be driven hard was limited. I was very kind to her, and played within her capacity, always making sure she remained content and solving all her problems, and the problems of her mamasan and girlfriends.
I extended my goodwill even to the male members of her circle of friends. Drank beers with the boys. Shared the shopping bag of Chinese restaurant food with whoever was present. I was younger and enjoyed the AMP parties, and food was cheap back then. And, my little Asian cutie, well, “worshipped” her generous American boyfriend, stayed as close to my side as Siamese twins, and was always wet and ready to be pounced upon at the slimmest opportunity. She was really a wonderful cute girlfriend.
I was her first non-Asian partner. And, knowing her sexual capacity, I treated her with kid gloves. Her sexual
limits were fine with me, as I knew not to overdo it at any one time. But, I could keep on going back for more, very often. She would cum incredibly easy. I could easily make her orgasm with her being fully clothed in a pinch if time and privacy was in short supply. The frequency delighted us both. And, my willingness to not “marathon” her with any one sex session, led her to trust me implicitly.
She always checked with me to see if I liked what she was wearing and would change her clothes immediately if I wasn’t turned on by her apparel. We went on shopping sprees buying those cute colorful cheap outfits at stores like “Strawberries,” and “My Girl,” et cetera.
So, she must have misconstrued that all other western men were probably the same as her boyfriend, like knowing her capacity, and keeping her best interests at heart. And, in her next step to parlay her cute little one-man capacity cunt, into the public arena, she never took into account the hardships she might endure.
So, the girl goes deep into the heart of Texas, where rodeo is a favorite pastime… need I say more? And, she comes back to me, well, well-past broken-in; but now “broken down.”
She thought that I would welcome her back with welcome arms. She was not the same girl. And, there was no going back. It was over. The innocence was gone. What was started by her, a quest for her own wealth, had to be pursued to completion. That is why she (they) have come to America, after all. Her eyes were set on buying property. She actually wanted me to fund her some dough. There was nothing I could do, but let go.
I suggest that yours, too, would be an ongoing problem. If she stays in the profession, she would have to resist ongoing temptations of very generous offers of money for services, and even temptations of another nature, sexual-seduction by very attractive appealing handsome clients.
An AMP is the devil’s workshop, I have found. Every form of vice has invitation to thrive there. For guys like us in need of some refreshment from our monotony, it’s a source of great fulfillment and pleasure.
But, I have found that to be connected to a girl who sources her income from an AMP, the leakage from the swamp into my life, while entertaining, is a constant flow of negativity.
It is quite understandable that for a guy, using the AMP as a marketplace for potential girlfriends is quite appealing, because of its huge concentration of available Asian women to sample. Actually irresistible.
Yet, I have woefully discovered that the quality of merchandise as it pertains to a bonafide legit relationship, yields merchandise that is usually referred to as “seconds” or damaged goods, refurbished items with a short shelf life. Some rare exceptions, though. But, the percentage is low.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love Asian women, even after these many decades. Asian women are delightful in so many ways.
Those on the straight and narrow are 1000% devoted to their husbands, work hard, great mothers, great cooks, great organizers, intelligent, fast learners, good looking, great in bed, versatile, nimble. But, probably best to find one never tarnished by AMP life.
Yep it's call cuckolding, on a different level but I experience it. I don't know if the guy was her SO or her actual husband. But the time this happened to me, he sat far in the corner of the room. Her jerking off as I did every kinky thing I could think of with his woman. CIM, RIM ME, having her crawl on floor spanking her ass, peeing her, etc. Gave her ( them $350), and went my way. You can find them on fetlife
I sort of stay away from such activity as enjoying another man’s woman in front of him. It could backfire.
Well, as it did for my buddy. He was a stud. I played football with him. He could bench 500 pounds dead weight. Had arms like tree trunks.
He got involved with a couple. Not sure of the exact arrangement but it was consensual. The story was told to me by our mutual friend, my other football buddy who had a tryout with the NY Jets who told him to come back and tryout again after gaining 20 pounds. (I digress)
Anyway, he was banging the husband’s wife in front of the husband as supposedly choreographed and done on a number of occasions. But, this time, for whatever reason, the husband had an emotional breakdown, went over to the guy fucking his wife during the act, put a gun to his head and blew his brains out.
My other football buddy who had the tryout with the New York Jets attended our buddies funeral and performed his duties as his pallbearer.
Hearing this incident early in my life, I felt a bit self-conscious being engaged in such activities.
Well, as it did for my buddy. He was a stud. I played football with him. He could bench 500 pounds dead weight. Had arms like tree trunks.
He got involved with a couple. Not sure of the exact arrangement but it was consensual. The story was told to me by our mutual friend, my other football buddy who had a tryout with the NY Jets who told him to come back and tryout again after gaining 20 pounds. (I digress)
Anyway, he was banging the husband’s wife in front of the husband as supposedly choreographed and done on a number of occasions. But, this time, for whatever reason, the husband had an emotional breakdown, went over to the guy fucking his wife during the act, put a gun to his head and blew his brains out.
My other football buddy who had the tryout with the New York Jets attended our buddies funeral and performed his duties as his pallbearer.
Hearing this incident early in my life, I felt a bit self-conscious being engaged in such activities.
Unless I am mistaken having a relationship with a working girl doesn't necessarily make you a cuck. One situation is where the other party works for a living selling their body. The other is one where the couple agree to use the wife for sport as a fetish, money does not have to be exchanged. The two scenarios are not the same and shouldn't be conflated.
Thank you for your comments. I was about to disagree with much that you wrote about me. But it helps to have an outside perspective.
When I started this experiment, I thought it would be like a similar situation I had in the past. I had an AMP girl who would come to my house for one or two hours a week. We would do our thing and then she would leave.
This time the visits to my house became overnights. She would cook food at her apartment and then bring it to my house for me to eat. Then it became her coming to my house earlier and cooking at my house for both of us. Then she wanted to try western food, so I started cooking. The domestication seemed to form naturally and it was unspoken. We never talked about it.
Looking at it with a pair of fresh eyes, and with the things you pointed out, I can now agree with much that you say. Although I wasn't looking for love and I never considered the relationship becoming more. I must admit that if the relationship had continued for another six or eight months, who knows how my feelings would have changed.
Thanks again for your valuable insight.
When I started this experiment, I thought it would be like a similar situation I had in the past. I had an AMP girl who would come to my house for one or two hours a week. We would do our thing and then she would leave.
This time the visits to my house became overnights. She would cook food at her apartment and then bring it to my house for me to eat. Then it became her coming to my house earlier and cooking at my house for both of us. Then she wanted to try western food, so I started cooking. The domestication seemed to form naturally and it was unspoken. We never talked about it.
Looking at it with a pair of fresh eyes, and with the things you pointed out, I can now agree with much that you say. Although I wasn't looking for love and I never considered the relationship becoming more. I must admit that if the relationship had continued for another six or eight months, who knows how my feelings would have changed.
Thanks again for your valuable insight.