A Hooker's Sex Stories
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My Early Days as a Prostitute Part 2To understand this story you really need to scroll down till you reach the head ‘My Early Days as a Prostitute’ and read that part first. If you do then this part of the story will make more sense. For some reason that I now can’t remember I started work on a Friday, by the Saturday night I had probably seen 20 guys and I was loving every minute of it. Every guy was different and every guy was prepared to part with his hard-earned cash just so he could fuck me. I felt absolutely fantastic, men were really paying money to have sex with me! I can look back on it now and laugh because men will always pay to have sex if they think that a girl is worth it but back then I really didn’t think that I was worth anything. My first husband had been very abusive and he thought nothing of giving me to his friends whenever he was going to be away. Even though he was giving me to them he told me that I was worthless and ugly and he was giving me to them just so I wouldn’t have to beg for sex. That did so much for my self-esteem and the beatings he gave me didn’t help much either. Eventually I left him and we divorced. Then the man who was to become my second husband came along and right from the start he told me how beautiful I was, how special I was and how lucky he was to have me as his partner. I didn’t believe him. Several years went by and I was really getting tired of my job but we couldn’t afford for me not to have an income. At the same time we were both doing some web design work and we were approached by a prostitute to design a web page for her. We spend an evening with her talking about what her site was to look like and we took some photos and she and I just talked. When the work was finished we went back to show her and we talked some more. I told her how much I wanted to quite my job and she asked why someone as attractive as she said I was, wasn’t turning tricks for cash. I asked my husband, we discussed it and after a couple of evenings where I saw one or two guys I decided to jump in and do it full time. So there I was, at the end of day two, and I was beginning to see that maybe I wasn’t as worthless and ugly as my first husband had suggested. I know that lots of prostitutes work late into the early hours of the morning but that’s not for me. Sure if I’m enjoying an all night session with a client or I’ve been hired to hostess a party I don’t stop having fun just because the clock has struck 12 but if my work is coming in via the phone then I don’t go much beyond 10pm because then I start getting calls from drunks and they are no fun at all. Anyway I was about to turn my cell phone off when it rang. It was a young guy, maybe 19 or 20, could I see him if he came round in half an hour? Sure, why not? Come straight round, I’d love another fuck. I gave him directions on how to get to my place and twenty minutes later I see a car drive slowly down to the end of the street, turn around and come back. It parks in front of my house and someone gets out. By the time he’s in the light from the front verandah I can see that he is young, but not too young. When I open the door I can see that he really is good looking and I wondered why he would want to spend his money on a hooker instead of buying some girl a few drinks till her inhibitions were gone and then pounding her pussy. 
Once he’s inside, even before he’s handed me the money, I kissed him lightly on the lips. That’s not something I usually do even now and certainly not back then, but with him it just felt right. And it was the right thing to do; here was a guy who, regardless of his age, somehow connected with me. I’m not one of those older women who lust after young cock, in fact I generally prefer my men to be older and but with him it was different. I felt it and he felt it and he returned my kiss. While he kissed me he tucked a hundred dollar bill into the top of the short chemise I was wearing and then let his hands slide up under the chemise’s skirt until both thumbs were resting on my pussy. His touch on my pussy made me catch my breath and I reached for the belt on his jeans. He didn’t resist as I unfastened the belt and undid his jeans and they fell around his ankles. Nor did he resist when I took his throbbing cock in my hand and guided it between my legs. I rubbed it between my pussy lips and got it covered in my juice. Then as our tongues touched and entwined I stood on tip-toe and pushed his cock down and into my cunt. While we had been kissing he had bent his knees slightly and now he straightened them and his cock drove deep into my aching cunt. His thrust slammed me back against the wall and lifted me right off my feet. I clung to his shoulders and moaned into his mouth as we continued to kiss. He bent his knees and lowered me to the ground and held me there for a second or two before driving his cock back into me. The force of his cock rampaging through me lifted me off my feet once more. My head began to pound and my body began to scream as waves of pleasure raced through it. “Aaaaaggggggghhhhhh!” I screamed as he drove into me again and again. I wanted to say something, anything to try and regain control of the situation but no words would come out. Instead the only noise I could make was a few half choked sobs and funny little mewing sounds in the back of my throat. I wanted to tell him to go on and fuck me because I was his whore for as long as he wanted to keep me impaled on his cock but there were no words. Instead he must have read my mind because he held me there against the wall and fucked me till my pussy hurt and every nerve ending in my body was possessed by him. He continued to hammer me till I could hardly take any more and then suddenly he stopped. “Where’s the bedroom?” “The door behind you,” was all I could gasp. He looked over his shoulder, nodded his head and then suddenly I had three fingers driving up into my cunt. He obviously thought of me as his plaything and even back then I was finding that I enjoyed it when I was treated like that. He stepped out of his jeans and shorts. Then he finger fucked me a few times and watched me twist and writhe on his fingers as a major orgasm exploded in a sheet of light inside my head. And then, when he was ready, he used those fingers, still buried deep in my cunt, to lead me into the bedroom. The end of day 2 and some young guy was showing his dominance over me by leading me through my own house with the fingers of his hand buried inside me. It sent shivers down my spine and I heard him laugh as we went through the doorway. When I looked down the dim light from the bedside lamps still produced enough light to show my pussy juices running down over his hand. When we got to the bed he swung me around and pushed me back onto the bed. I fell back and his fingers were ripped out of me. Their exit sent another wild rush of orgasm sweeping through my body and at the same time I felt an overwhelming sense of loss as his fingers left my body. That strange sense of loss – one that I now feel almost every time a guy withdraws from me – only lasted for a second or two. It was replaced with wild excitement as he came onto the bed with only one thought in mind. I opened my arms and my legs to him and his cock slammed into me and sent my consciousness spinning as every nerve in my body screamed with pleasure. My cries would have been heard by the neighbors but for the fact that he was kissing me savagely. Just as his rampaging cock filled my cunt and thrust itself deep into my soul and his tongue filled my mouth and once again I was under his total control. He absolutely fucked the shit out of me and with every thrust drove me down into the mattress. He broke off kissing me and knelt in front of me and continued to fuck me hard like that. Every time he slammed into me he pushed me further across the bed and then he would grasp my hips and drag me back to continue the savage pounding. Time and again my body exploded in sheets of fire and I just lay on the bed and took every thrust he wanted to give me as my body shook as one orgasm after another screamed through me. My eyes were closed and I was looking inward surrendering to the power of his cock when I felt his hands close around my throat. For a moment I looked up in fear, I searched for his eyes and looked into his soul and then relaxed as I saw what was there. His grip on my throat tightened and my orgasms became even more intense as he held me by my throat and continued to fuck me like the whore I was. When he came his hot cum flooded into me and filled me with warmth and satisfaction. Thirty minutes later he blew his load in me again as I rode him and let him suck my hard nipples and thirty minutes after that he took me doggie and drove my face with the continual. When I began to how with pleasure he wrapped his fingers in my long hair and dragged my head up so that the room filled with my cries. The pain filled my head and mixed with the pleasure in a wild cocktail that left me gasping for breath and totally incoherent. When he had finished with me he let go of my hair and pushed me away. I collapsed on the bed and moaned gently as little eddies of pleasure moved through my body. He stood there watching me for a few moments and finally when I could speak again I asked him; “Oh God, I hope you’re going to come back and do me like that again soon.” “Don’t get me wrong Marie,” he laughed. “You were one hell of a fuck but I’ll never be back.” “What?” “That’s right, you’re one of the best fucks I have ever had but I’ll never come back because my thing is seeing each new girl that comes to town.” With that he walked out of the bedroom, stopped to pick up and put on his jeans and then he went out and closed the door behind him and I never did get to see him again. Just thinking of that time we spent together has my pussy tingling and aching and if he called me up right now I wouldn’t hesitate to have him round or even go and see him just so he could fuck me like that all over again. Yesterday I mentioned that I write site reviews and here is another site that I have no hesitation in recommending. It’s a bit rough around the edges but the content is really hardcore and the video quality was excellent when I looked at it a while back. I think I also liked it because these babes don’t get covered in cum. Instead they take it right where I like it – deep inside me. So if you want to see older babes who are prepared to whore themselves for cash and because they enjoy it then have a look at Mom’s Cream Pie 
Check it out – even the tour will get your cock throbbing :) ] Posted: Monday 14th February 2005, 7:36 AM |
