A Hooker's Sex Stories
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My Early Days as a Prostitute Part 3No matter how good I was or how attractive I might have been they only ever came once and they did that to all the new girls. Then there were guys who came infrequently. I might have only seen them once every couple of months or even only three or four times a year. Some of those guys only came into town on business a few times a year, some couldn’t afford to see me any more frequently and some were fucking other girls too so they kind of shared themselves around. Most of those guys were a lot of fun too and some of them would have seen me more frequently but for the fact that they lived in other states. There were two of those guys in particular who I remember with a great deal of fondness. One was an older guy who worked as some sort of civilian contractor for the military. Oh boy did he have a BIG cock and he sure did know how to use it. Not only did he stretch my tight pussy around that cock but he knew just how to do it so that my G-spot got hit every time. Then he also loved to fuck me doggie and all my regulars know how much I love to be fucked like that. A guy’s cock goes in very deep, I can feel his hands grasping my hips and controlling me and I get the feeling and the sound as his balls slap against my ass. Mmm, yeah, I love doggie. But that wasn’t all. This guy would pound me right into the bed and after a little while my arms would start shaking from the orgasms that were exploding through my body and I would end up face down on the bed. That was probably a good thing because he would have me screaming with pleasure for anything up to an hour while he reamed me and I’m not sure that the neighbours could have handled all that noise. Even though he was giving me such a hard fucking he could keep control but I always knew when he was about to come. Just a few moments before his cock would give that unmistakable throb he would reach around and rub my clit with his fingers. I simply don’t have words to describe what that did to me. It was almost like being picked up and smashed through a brick wall and then hurled so far out into the most pleasurable experience you have ever had, that you thought there was no way you could struggle back to reality. The only link with reality that I seemed to have when that happened was his cock, buried deep in my pussy. It was like a lifeline and I would struggle to cling to it and focusing on the cock of a man who could do that to me just made me want him more. When he had finished with me he would often get dressed and just leave while I didn’t have the strength to get off the bed. After most sessions with him a dozen guys could have come in and taken their pleasure with me and I would have just remained lying there taking every one of them but only seeing and feeling that old guy. When I moved away from that city there was some chance that he would be able to still visit me where I live now. Unfortunately it’s been over a year and I haven’t seen him. Damn I miss him and the things he could do to me! 
Click on the image to see much more of me (like over 6000 photos of me in action with friends and lovers.) ] Posted: Tuesday 15th February 2005, 5:33 PM |
