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his is pretty much what Sarah gave me. I made a few grammar changes, and after talking with her about the details, I added a little to better describe what happened. We were roommates in college. After college she went to LA and got a job, not in the field she majored in, with the idea that it would give her an opportunity to look around. An old boyfriend found her and that led to some crazy times. Sarah was no virgin, and was wild in college. She was an exhibitionist and notorious for one-night stands. Her account of what happened fits with her personality. She's really pretty, a petite slender body, a great attitude, and real smart, but seems to go through boyfriends fairly quickly. Sarah is about 5'2 and about 100 pounds with a cute 34C 24 34 shape. In college she keep her pussy shaved, but after college she a guy met who asked her to let it grow back. Sarah is very accommodating when it comes to men and sex. I knew about this episode in her life and asked her to write it down. This is her story.
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An old boyfriend, Brian, saw me out in the plaza one day having lunch. I was sitting in the sun away from everyone, trying to get a little color. It was a warm day so I had worn thigh highs and a short little dress to attract attention of the high rollers in the office building. The key was to flash a little thigh now and then when I moved around. Brian said he recognized my petite shape and long dark hair and that I looked very beautiful. I didn't feel particularly beautiful, but a woman never turns down a compliment. It certainly brought a smile to my face. As I looked at Brian, I recalled the one thing that really worked with him: sex. He knew how to get me off, big time. Multiple orgasms were his specialty.
After the requisite small talk, right out of the blue, he asked me if we could go somewhere for some hot sex for old times sake. I almost choked on my sandwich when he blurted that out. That was the other thing I remembered about Brian, he was really blunt and to the point. But, then, so was I.
"I'll pay you $100 if you say yes," he said, when I didn't immediately respond, obviously taking my surprised expression for deep thought, assuming that I was actually considering sex with him. His $100 proposition made me grin. Man, it came in out of left field. Did he think I was for rent? I shook my head, not saying no, but the way one does when someone says something crazy. Frankly, believe it or not, I found his proposition downright intriguing. Bear with me while I take you through my logic. I make $15 an hour as an administrative assistant, or $30K a year. That's $120 a day before taxes, or about $80 net. He was offering me more for a quickie than I made in a day. On top of that I knew sex with Brian would be incredibly superb. The only reason I broke up with him was that he was seeing another girl behind my back. I had really liked him. So, back to the present. If we did this, where would we go, I thought.
"Where?" I asked, surprised that my thought had escaped and had been vocalized. Having said that I felt my pussy get very wet and my hard nipples poke through the top of my dress. I had taken off my bra just before I came out so my pointed 34Cs could be free for a while. I love to feel them move around and let my nipples rub against the fabric of my dress. It's a kind of masturbation as I walk. I also thought being braless might attract more attention from the big time jet-setters. I had even considered removing my panties, but the dress was really short and I thought giving men a glimpse of my sheer panties when I bent over would be just as effective. I was on the prowl, advertising my wares. I wanted to get laid. If Brian wanted to pay me for it, why not?
"There is a hotel just around the corner," he said, reaching out to help me re-pack my lunch, then led us out of the plaza towards the hotel. As we did this, I made a special effort to lift my legs in the sitting position to flash bare thigh and my tiny panties. I wanted Brian to be hot for me. As I flashed him, I started to laugh, inwardly. I averted my attention so he couldn't see the shit-eating grin on my face. I was thinking this is what hookers do to attract attention. Was Brian's offer to pay me for sex with him taking me across the line, or was this just old behavior? I wasn't sure. I was a bit of a slut in college, at times.
As we walked along, past other office buildings, I started having second thoughts. What the hell was I doing? I have to be back to work in an hour. I could be a little late, because I came in early and my boss was out of town, but this was not what I had in mind for a long leisurely lunch hour. Brian sensed a shift in my demeanor and bent his head toward mine.
"It really turns me on that you aren't wearing a bra. Your breasts are so beautiful."
I looked at him and grinned. He could tell I was braless. It made me feel good that he remembered about my breasts. I was very proud of my breasts because they really didn't need any support, they just sit up there nicely.
"And I love your thigh high stockings.... you really have beautiful legs..."
That brought another smile to my face. I had been told by many men that I had really great legs, nicely defined thighs and calves, and beautifully sculptured knees. I usually ran a few miles every day to keep them nice and firm.
At that very moment he slipped his arm gently around my small waist and turned me into the lobby of a small, kinda sleazy hotel that seemed to be about twenty stories high. I had never seen this place, and I had been working downtown in the office building an entire year. Maybe it was because I took the bus to cut costs. He told me to wait by the elevators while he got a room. So there I was, standing alone in a sleazy hotel lobby like a cheap whore, waiting for Brian to get a room so he could fuck me. I was renting myself out to him for $100. The thought thrilled me and scared me. I knew sex would be great, that was not my concern. It was that I had agreed to do it for money, like a prostitute. That said my heart seemed to skip a beat and a hot rush shot through my body like heat lightning, making my cunt super wet and my nipples thick and hard. I actually trembled. A big part of me wanted to do this, to actually rent myself to him, and yet.....
Before I could resolve my dilemma, Brian returned and a second later we were on the elevator alone. I must have put my lunch bag somewhere because my hands were empty. I hadn't brought a purse with me when I left for lunch so it was just me he pulled into his arms when he brought his lips to mine. Brian is a good kisser. I happily slipped my arms around his neck and pressed my abdomen against him to see if I had aroused him. I was pleased with the size of his erection. That was one more great thing about Brian, he was hung like a horse and he knew how to use it. His hands were all over my body, caressing my ass and my tits, the small of my back, my neck and my thick hair. He knew how to get me hot. As the elevator rose he told me to remove my panties. I grinned, reached up under the hem of my short dress and pealed them down. When I stepped out of them, he put them in his pocket, then once again took me into his arms, this time with his hand up under the hem of my dress caressing my bare ass. A moment later his fingers were probing between the juicy lips of my vagina. He got me off in a flash. I couldn't believe how fast I came. He was doing me nicely.
Too soon the elevator doors opened and we walked down the hall to 1425. I felt like a hooker when Brian slipped the card into the reader, then opened the door and let me pass him into the darkened room. He flipped on the light, then standing directly behind me, slid the straps off my shoulders, let my dress fall to my waist, then eased it over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I was naked in my black thigh high stockings and black stilettos. He turned me around, helped me step out of my dress, picked it up and placed in on a chair. Then he stepped back and looked at me as he pulled his billfold out of his jacket pocket and pealed off five twenties. He placed them on stop of my dress on the chair. Watching him set out the money for sex with me sent an incredible thrill through my body. I was effectively a prostitute, a slut for hire. It made me super hot.
Brian pulled me into his arms for another kiss. It was so wild being naked with him again, especially like this, especially with him paying me for sex. This certainly wasn't love, like it had been before. This was sex, for the sake of sex. I was his sex toy, pure and simple.
He maneuvered me to the edge of the bed and eased me down onto my back. I spread my legs for him as he knelt down between my thighs. I was excited beyond belief. My heart was racing. Adrenalin was coursing through my body. I was on fire. My nipples were super hard and I was super wet, wetter than I have ever been. Brian was an expert with his hands and his tongue. I was coming in a matter of seconds, once, twice, three times, squealing like a pig, like my clit was connected to an electric source. Then I just couldn't take it anymore. I just had to have his beautiful cock inside me.
I sat up and lifted his head away from my wet cunt, then looked into his deep brown eyes, "Please fuck me, Brian... I really need your cock inside me..."
He stood up and stripped in a flash, a big smile on his handsome face, then he crawled up over me and told me to put it in. I aligned his huge shaft with my hot wet hole like an obedient whore then lifted my hips to take him inside me. The sensation of the huge bulbous head slipping inside me caused an immediate orgasm. As I was reveling in the feelings, lost in another world when he suddenly thrust into me, causing me to squeal aloud. I tend to be very vocal when I get laid. It wasn't that he hurt me. I was very wet. It was the sheer size of him. I had forgotten how wonderfully large he was in diameter and length. He had to be more than nine inches long and over an inch and a half in diameter. He was only a few inches into me and I already felt full. The sensations of the immense girth of his shaft against the walls of my cunt sent delicious waves of pleasure through me, like shock waves mixed with lightening. I don't want to sound banal but it was like fireworks. I was coming again. This was what I loved about Brian, once he got me started I just kept coming, over and over again, until some times if, it became too intense, I have actually passed out.
I wasn't sure I could take all of him, but I knew for sure I wanted more of his monster shaft inside me, so I wrapped my strong legs around his waist and lifted my hips. He paused and looked at me, a big grin on his handsome face. I had forgotten how good looking he was, and at that moment actually wished I hadn't broken off with him a couple of years ago. I just didn't like being jilted like that. But now I could see myself as a paid mistress, with sex as the only reason to be together, especially if he was willing to pay me $100 for every quickie he wanted. I could do that.
"You are so beautiful when you're hot," he said, holding his cock deep inside me, looking at my face then scanning my body under him.
"Fuck me, Brian.... please...." I was impatient, I wanted to come again, and again, and keep on coming for awhile. He knew that about me.
"Make me a promise...."
"What...?" I said, a little frustrated as I moved my hips willing him deeper inside of me. "I'll do whatever you want Brian... just fuck me... please..."
"Will you be my little whore?"
Oh, my God, I thought, "Yesssss...." then I realized that I had said that out loud. I grinned at him and lifted my hips again. I didn't care that I had agreed. Thoughts of being his little paid whore intrigued me. I wouldn't mind letting him use me if he paid me.
"You said you'll do whatever I want if I fuck you... will you come when I call you....?"
I smiled at him, a coy look on my face and nodded.
"Tell me..." he insisted. "Say the words..."
"Yessss..." I hissed. "I'll do whatever you want..." I said trying to hump his huge shaft. When he started to fuck me again, going deeper into me with each stoke, I smiled and added, "I'll be your little whore, Brian... if you want me to... and I promise I'll come when you call... now, please... fuck me..."
He slowed once again and this time looked right into my eyes. "Tell me what you are, Sarah...." then he plowed three quarters of his huge shaft into me, sending me over the edge, causing a colossal orgasm to literally explode within me... I was panting for a moment, trying to catch my breath as he eased up. He was fully aware of the effect he was having on me. Brian, I remembered could play me like a musical instrument, and make me come for hours. He was one hell of a stud.
"I'm your little whore, Brian," I said, my voice a little squeaky, "I'm your hot little bitch... your fucking little slut... your nooner... your little fuck to play with anyway you want... I'll do whatever you want... I'll be the best whore you ever hired.."
"Anytime I want you...?" it was a question. He was pausing, and my orgasm was fading.
"Yesssss..." I added, a little frustrated that he wasn't using me, "...anytime you want me..."
That said, Brian grinned and really got into fucking me. We screwed for at least an hour in almost every conceivable position. My orgasms were continuous and incredible. I am sure we could have gone on much longer but his cell phone rang, and he said, after looking at the number, that he'd have to call them back. After it stopped ringing, he resumed pounding his monster shaft into me, slamming his balls against me on every stroke, and then he came, shooting his all of his sperm deep into my womb.
A few moments later, after he savored the last erotic thrill of his come, he rolled over on his side and hit re-dial. As he began to talk on his cell, I took his wet cock into my mouth like a good little whore, and sucked him clean. He tasted really good. When he finished his call, and we got up to get dressed he told me he was keeping my panties. I just shrugged an okay. I figured he'd want to keep them. Then he told me not to wear panties or bras to work anymore. At first I was going to object, but when he tipped me $100 I shut up and nodded a yes. He also told me to shave my pussy and to keep it shaved all the time. That I thought was kinky and happily agreed. It was obvious that we were going to do this again. And that was okay by me.
As we stepped into the elevator he took me into his arms and kissed me passionately, holding me tight as if he owned me. I felt a real thrill kissing him. Lets face it I had just serviced him and he had obviously enjoyed it as much as I did. I was a prostitute and I had his sperm in my cunt, and his money rolled up tight in my hand to prove it.
On the street he handed me a tiny cell phone and told me I could use it any way I liked, but when he called that I was not to keep him waiting. Apparently Brian was a successful businessman. I took the cell in my hand and said okay, I could do that.
He left me at the corner and slipped into a cab. I walked the block to the office building very aware of the sperm that was leaking down the inside of my thighs. I slipped into the main level washrooms and took a cubicle so I could slide my fingers into my juicy cunt then lick his come off my fingers. When I was done, when there was no more sperm in my cunt to savor, I cleaned up and went back up to the office. I felt very different. First of all I was totally naked under my tiny dress, and that was making me very hot. Secondly I had accepted a proposition over lunch and had willingly become a prostitute for Brian. That was so fucking erotic, so wicked. The best news was that I had as much money in my little hand servicing Brian as a hooker as I could earn in this office in three days. If I serviced Brian twice a week, I could quit this job and be a full time whore. That thought sent a shock wave through me, kind of a reality check mixed with a really hot desire to be wicked. Did I really want to be a full time whore?
The next day, about 10 am the little cell phone rang. It was Brian. I asked him to hold for a second until I was in a small private conference room. I didn't want anyone overhearing this conversation.
"I want you to meet me at the hotel at noon. Hit the redial when you approach the hotel and I'll give you my room number."
"Okay," I said, excited to be his fucking little whore and screw him again. I was eager for more orgasms.
"Did you do what I told you to do?"
I lowered my voice and assured him I had shaved my cunt and was not wearing a bra or any panties.
"You're a good little whore, babe. You deserve another a nice tip."
"Did you want me to do anything special, today?" I asked, slipping my fingers between my legs to caress my super wet clit.
"Yes," he said. "And I like the fact that you asked. Take off your dress before you knock on the door. I want you naked in the hall, the dress in your hand to one side. Don't use it to cover yourself," then he paused and added, "will you do that?"
"Yes." I said.
"Act like a call-girl.. as if you never met me before.. like you are coming to my room specifically to service me. I want you to ask me if I had called for a whore. Then ask me if you will do..."
"Okay... I can do that," I said, actually thrilled that he wanted me to get into the role of being a whore.
"You'll do all of that?"
"Yes... I promise... I'll be a good whore and do whatever you want."
"Good.... Twelve noon sharp."
"I'll be there." After he hung up, I masturbated fast and hard until I came. It didn't take very long. I was imagining myself naked in the hall waiting for Brian to open the door. Other men were in the hall looking at my naked body, obviously lusting for me. In my fantasy I told the men I'd come to their respective room when Brian was finished using me, It was like I was a whore in a brothel. Crazy thoughts but they got me off fast.
The next two hours went very slow. I kept slipping my fingers under the hem of my short dress to play with my freshly shaved bald cunt. I liked the way it felt. I could not concentrate on what I was doing. Good thing my boss was away for a few days.
Walking down the street toward the hotel I could feel men staring at me. I had intentionally worn the shortest dress I had, and thigh highs and stilettoes, as much to play the role of a call-girl as to turn Brian on. I let the slight breeze lift the short hem flashing my bare ass and my shaved pussy to a few select men. Most of the time I did my best to hold it down. All this was just adding to my excitement. I had managed to keep myself hot all morning by periodically playing with myself. Last night I had masturbated for several hours and knew I needed to get a big dildo and a vibrator. I certainly knew where to get them, but I would attend to that later. I felt like I was reverting to my slutty college ways again. For whatever reason that excited me.
At two minutes to noon I was outside Brian's room. I looked up and down the corridor, felt secure that no one would see me, then slipped off my tiny dress and knocked on Brian's door. I held my dress in my right hand as he requested. It seemed to take a long time for him to answer it. When a door opened a few doors down it sent a shock wave through me. It was my fantasy. A sharp looking businessman in a dark suit holding a briefcase stepped out, stopped and looked at me. I was almost going to use my dress to cover my nakedness when Brian opened the door, smiled and looked at me.
"Well, what do we have here...?"
I got into the act as much for Brian as for me and the stranger looking at me."Hi, mister! I understand that you called for a whore... will I do...?" I asked, turning around for him to look at my naked body, aware I was also putting on a show for the other man. This was fucking wild. The exhibitionist in me was having a ball.
"You look great, babe. Perfect little whore. Come on in." That's when I got the second surprise of my life. There was a very large black man in the room, staring at my naked body. Brian had taken my dress and put it somewhere. I was stunned. I had never in my wildest dreams last night or today ever thought that Brian would up the ante so fast. I never even thought about trying to cover myself.
"Babe, this is my friend, Roger," Brian said, more to his friend Roger than to me. Then he turned and looked at me. "I told him all about you, babe. He wanted to meet you. I figured, since you are such a good little whore, that you'd enjoy some variety." He had a big grin on his face. He was holding me to my word, that I would do whatever he wanted me to do. "I want you to suck him off then fuck him while I watch. You can more than double your earnings from yesterday if you are really good."
It was the talk about the money and the acceleration of my fantasy, that got me to move. I dropped to my knees between Roger's powerful thighs, caressed his upper thighs, then proceeded to undo his belt and unzip him. I had a feeling that this guy was going to be even bigger that Brian. I was right. When I pulled down his pants, I was looking at a very beautiful, very large black shaft. I was visibly excited. I had never been fucked by a black man. This would be my first time. I wondered if there was any truth to the myth "once you go black, you never go back."
I took his huge black cock in my hands and kissed the huge purple head. I felt him twitch with pleasure as I kissed, then I looked up at him and sucked the bulbous head into my mouth, a smile on my face. His mammoth member was so huge I couldn't get my hands around him. He was a little larger in diameter than Brian, and an inch or so longer. I sucked more of his shaft into my mouth all the time looking into his eyes. A long time ago Brian had said that was the best kind of blow job, looking into the eyes of the pretty cocksucker. I leaned my head back to align my throat so I could take more of him into me. That was something else Brian had taught me a few years back, how to deep throat him, how to take his shaft all the way in until his balls are slapping at my lips. When I had all of Roger's shaft in my throat I started sucking on him. I could tell this guy was loving it. But before I got Roger to shoot his load he pushed me off and told me to straddle him. He wanted me to slip his huge black shaft into my hot wet white cunt. I did what he asked, looking over at Brian as I slowly impaled myself on his monster cock. Brian smiled as I eased myself down and gradually took the entire shaft into me. Thank God I was super wet. With each inch of penetration the prelude to my orgasm grew more intense until I was utterly lost in my orgasmic world. Roger let me sit fully impaled for a few moments, until my first orgasm subsided and my body had expanded to accommodate his girth, then gripped my waist and started to lift and lower me on his shaft like a little fuck toy. My second orgasm was so much more intense than my first, and was quickly followed by more orgasms. Roger was driving me crazy.
At some point, after what seemed like a long time, I felt Roger's shaft grow even bigger and knew he was going to blow. Before that happened he lifted me off, set me down onto my knees and told me to take it in the mouth. I swallowed his entire shaft as he started to ejaculate into me, letting him drain his black shaft directly into my belly. Then I eased him out of my mouth and licked him clean.
It was Brian's turn. He had already stripped naked and told me to mount him. Like a good whore I did what I was told. His cock was easier to fuck right off, because the black man had stretched me and I was super wet. For the next thirty minutes or so I humped Brian until he too lifted me off and ejaculated deep in my throat.
There I was, naked on my knees on the floor, the sperm of two well-hung men in my belly, watching them get dressed and peal off a series of bills to pay me for my services as a whore. I stood up on weak legs and came into their arms for a goodbye kiss, moaning with delight as their big hands caressed my naked body. After they left, I counted $400. Holy shit. I made the equivalent of an entire week of work in the office building in one hour in a sleazy hotel room as a prostitute. I called in sick and went home.
Four blocks from where I work, near the bus stop, I dropped into an Adult Book store and bought myself two large dildos and two vibrators. I was nervous. The wild time with Brian and Roger prompted me to activate a wild fantasy that I had conceived a long time ago. I was trembling as I wandered into the back area where the peep shows were to see if there were any guys back there who turned me on. You see the more I sex I have, the more sex I want. Being a whore for Roger and Brian had made me hot to do this. One good-looking guy caught my eye. He was a sharp looking business man, in what looked like a silk shirt and cashmere pants. In this new world of AIDS, he looked clean. I motioned to a booth and he joined me. When he closed and locked the door I pealed off my tiny dress and dropped to my knees, naked on the dirty floor and took out his big cock. I sucked him for a few minutes, got him nice and hard, then got up and sat on the stool. I spread my legs wide for him and asked him to fuck me. He was good. His cock wasn't as big as Brian's but it did just fine. We fucked for at least twenty minutes before he ejaculated into me. As he backed away a little to put his wet tool back into his pants I wondered if I should put on my dress, or wait and see if there were any other guys out there that I wanted to fuck before I headed home.
This was a first for me. I had never been in the Adult Book store before except in fantasies. In those day dreams I worked out this very plan to get all the sex I wanted when I was horny and between boyfriends. There was another Adult Book store not too far from my apartment. I could always check that one out. About the time the guy opened the door to leave I decided to quickly slip on my dress and get out of there. There were no other clean cut guys standing around that I was interested in so I split, feeling a little more satiated. I liked feeling sperm leaking out of my bare cunt, wetting the insides of my thighs. It was wild sitting on the bus, crossing my legs, feeling the wet sperm spreading over my thighs. I knew I would have a wet spot at the back of my dress when I got out. So what, I thought. I don't care.
Back at my apartment, I stripped and smeared the remaining sperm over my tits, my belly, the rest of my body and my face until there was no more to spread. Then I got out the dildos and vibrators and my KY jelly and fed them into my cunt and my ass as I masturbated. I masturbated all afternoon and into the evening, loving every minute of it. Meeting Brian had changed my lifestyle and my attitude.
Brian and I started a bazaar ritual that continued for an entire year and I don't remember how many men. I simply lost count. I averaged five to six guys each week, a number of them repeat clients, I earned more than $60,000 that year tax free on the side. That was double what I made in the office. I kept both jobs and often did noon quickies for Brian and his friends in the local hotel. I now have a nice bank account, a sharp apartment, a neat little car, and lots of clothes. Half of them are very provocative, something only a real slut would wear. The evening ritual began a few weeks after I started sex with Brian. Roger and his black friends, wanted more time with me, four to six hours, and even overnights. So I very happily and willingly agreed. I have to tell you sex with well-hung black men really got me hot.
Since I didn't have a boyfriend, it was easy for me to accommodate Brian and Roger and their friends and be at their beck and call. They wanted me to do other things, like dancing nude in sleazy strip bars, and doing stag parties, but I refused to let the guys expand on my wild, promiscuous life. I saw it as a brief wild period. I didn't want to get all tied up with commitments. I also didn't want to become addicted to it. Being a whore was a lot of fun but I wanted it to be temporary. I still had big goals in my life including a career, husband and a family.
I had the money I needed to build my own graphics business. I love computers and was considered a real hot shot in college. With my minor in business, I was able to sell my designs and turn a nice profit. I was a prostitute turned artist. I remained a prostitute until I was well established. It took about a year. I enjoyed my two pimps, Brian and Roger. Servicing them and their friends, and periodic visits to a few Adult Book stores, I got all the sex I wanted. I was one happy little whore. Men seemed to love me.
Long after my adventure with Brian and Roger, every week or so, when I got really horny, I'd slip on one of my slutty outfits at night and take a walk on the wild side. It was my alter ego. I would pretend I was one of the hookers, just to get attention and see what the guys would do. I liked to case the area and link up with a nice guy for a one-night stand. I never accepted any proposals from any johns. If I didn't score, I'd check out the Adult Book stores. I knew that was probably something I should stop before I got myself into trouble, but it seemed to work for me.
One night when I was prowling I met up with a very sharp, very pretty little thing. Her name is Jocelyn. She is an escort. Jocelyn is cute and categorizes women as either"breeders" or "players." Breeders have families, she says. She is a "player" and has absolutely no intention of getting married. She loves being an escort. As we got to know each other it surprised both of us that we had a similar passion for graphics. Jocelyn, I found out, is a computer hot shot and is into 2D and 3D graphics with a vengeance. She did it as a side job during the day. I offered her a job because I just got a big contract. She now works with me, and is dammed good. We feel we are on a role with an expanding business.
Neither of us have boyfriends. Jocelyn knows why I put on my slutty threads and head out on weekend prowls. She suggests an alternative, and insists that I would be a fabulous escort. That I have the body, the lust and the looks. I don't know if I really want to get back into it, but I do know I love dressing up like a slut, having men lust for me and having quickies. I love the sex. Jocelyn says I can have all the sex I want as an escort, whenever I want it. Her agency checks out all the guys and is there to protect her. She does it at night and loves it. Told her I'd think about it. Guess both of us could be business women during the day and escorts at night...?
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