A Hooker's Sex Stories
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My Early Days as a ProstituteThere were those who came only once. Some of them obviously didn’t find in me what they were looking for and there were others whose enjoyment was to experience every every new prostitute who appeared in town. In some ways that is an example of one of the really positive aspects of prostitution from the clients perspective. In a big city like Sydney a guy could fuck a new girl every night for several years and he would never run out of new pussies to fuck Think of the freedom of choice he would have, one night he could enjoy some stimulating and mind blowing sex with a student who was working to pay her way through an education degree at university The next night he could be butt fucking some sweet brown doe-eyed Asian honey who could hardly speak a word of English – but then even I can hardly speak a word of any language when some well hung guy is driving his cock deep into my ass On another night our horny hobbyist could be enjoying the passionate kisses of a more mature babe like me who fucks because she loves to feel a throbbing cock deep inside her and of course, for all those other nights there are brunettes, blondes, girls with big boobs and babes with perky little titties. There are hotties love to take a guy doggie and those who can ride a client till he thinks his cock is going to come off. All that’s fine if you live in a big city. You can have your own harem without any of the hassles but if you come from the capital of the smallest Australian state, Hobart, where I enjoyed my first sex for cash you do not have that big a selection. In the years I worked there the number of working prostitutes would not have been more than 50 and that included those girls working inside the brothel system as well as outside. So the hobbyist who liked to fuck every new girl did not have the same freedom of choice as guys in other places. Still, when a new girl advertised in the paper or was advertised by the brothel she was working at the guys came out in force. I remember the first couple of weeks that I advertised and worked full time I was absolutely fucked senseless every day. That was fine with me, I didn’t become a prostitute just so I could sit at home with no clients. I’ve always loved to fuck and event though I’m married I still wanted to enjoy sex with as many guys as I could. If my husband had wanted a wife who kept herself only for him then he would have told me so when we discussed the idea that I become a hooker but he didn’t so I was more than happy to take every guy who wanted to come round and I was amazed that so many did. Later I realised that most of those guys that had me in the first two weeks were the guys who always fucked the new girls. It didn’t matter to them if I was short or tall, skinny or buxom, young or old, a total bimbo or an intellectual giant. My pussy was new in town and it was available at a reasonable price so they just had to get their cock into me. When you think about it there is something very basic about that attitude. It was almost as if they had to breed with me before anyone else did. Perhaps reducing the sex act to such a base level might shock you and you might even find it distasteful but the longer I stay in this industry and the more men I have who want to fuck with me the more I see a basic need to breed in most men Sometimes that basic need comes wrapped in something else, passion, hunger and even love (yes I have some regular clients who love me and I feel genuine love and affection for them – but that’s another story) but underneath all that is the basic need to procreate and that’s just a fancy word for the need to breed. I have no doubt that need is in me too. I’m never really happy unless I’m about to have sex, am having sex or have just had sex and if I go more than a day without a hard cock inside me then I’m a scratchy bitch. But I’ve digressed. We were talking about the guys who came only once to see me because I was new in town and I mentioned that they really didn’t care how I looked or who I was just so long as I could fuck. And that was ok, they paid their money and their money, they used my body and most of them fucked me hard, they had fun and so did I and isn’t that what prostitution is all about? Some of those1 guys were very good and right from the first day I broke what I thought was one of the cardinal rules of prostitution. I had heard somewhere that a good prostitute always remained in control and on top and NEVER let a client fuck them to the point where they came. And I have known hookers who have prided themselves on never letting a client push them to the point where they orgasmed. Sigh – without thinking I let the second guy of the morning get on top. He put my legs up over his shoulders and slowly slid his cock so far into me that it felt as though it was in every part of my body and it was big and it really stretched my cunt. God, after having so many men I’m surprised that I still remember that first time with him but even though he became a whole lot more than just a client and fucked me on many many occasions I still remember that first time. He took his time and slowly built me up to the point where it was a case of orgasm or die and so I wrapped my arms and legs around him, raped his mouth with my tongue and screamed so loudly that one of the neighbors heard me and there went the rule about not kissing clients. But who cared? Not him – he told me that it was the best fuck he’d ever had. And I didn’t care because I felt so fucking good! My pussy was on fire for the rest of the day and every half hour a new guy would come through the door and fuck it and that kept me locked into an ongoing orgasm all day By the end of the day I was on the verge of collapse. My body shook and all my muscles ached and every time my husband touched me I’d slip into another orgasm. In the end he took me to bed and I clung to him while he fucked me with slow gentle strokes that were like a soothing balm rather than a crazy fuck. When my body began to shiver and shake and he knew that I was orgasming yet again he wrapped his arms around me and held me until I fell asleep. When I woke up next morning he still had his arms around me and I felt wonderful and ready for another day of carnal pleasures. By the time the first client of the day was knocking at the door I had decided that I was a very bad prostitute. I didn’t like any of those rules that working girls are told to live by. I loved having a guy on top of me. I was quite prepared to let a complete stranger give me an orgasm anytime he wanted to and any way he wanted to as well. If he wanted to kiss me and he wasn’t a heavy smoker then he could French kiss me till his lips fell off and if he wanted to get in behind me and fuck me doggie style then he wouldn’t even have to ask because I would have already offered it to him. Those were heady days in those first two weeks before business settled down to be just plain fun. As I said earlier, a lot of those guys only came once because only seeing new girls was their thing – even if there weren’t many new girls to see. To be honest there were some who I wished would come back because they did things to me that just blew me away and if they could do that on their first visit they probably would have possessed me body and soul by our third session One young guy in particular stands out in my memory and my pussy still tingle when I think about how he held me down and fucked the shit out of me. I’ll tell you about him next time. ] Posted: Wednesday 9th February 2005, 11:05 PM |
