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Summer 2019
One benefit of the web is the people from all over the world. I'm European and therefore happy when I get in touch with folks of the other side of the Atlantic, or Australia, and South Africa.
Kelly was from Texas, wrote very personally about her sex life, expectations and boundaries. She was tall, had long thick blond hair, a perfect hour-glass figure, and was bi-curious like me, so many emails and pics flew back and forth.
One day, Kelly asked me, have you ever fucked for money? She did it twice and wrote,
'The first time I fucked for money was because I wanted to be considered a slut willing do what it took to make a man horny and in control. The second time I wanted my hubby to have the power over me as a pimp selling his slut to the highest bidder. I felt freedom to act out my fantasy, and I cum'd when those men fucked me.'
At that time, I thought it weird to fuck someone for money. Don't think I'm naive. It's the oldest business of mankind. Should money for sex be a topic in my life, then it's me who pays for a proper fuck like the story I shared with you in the massage room where I went twice. I can do what guys can do is my motto. In today's world, guys got paid by women for service as men pay women.
Paul and I talked about the story of Kelly. At first pretty emotionally, but the longer we spoke, I realized a strange feeling of crossing a boundary, a transgression - once I've done it, I can't go back and will be marked by society for life. I don't see sex work negative, no, not at all!. Albeit its easy to say, I'm not the one who does it for a living. To be perfectly honest, fucking for money, I might think about myself, I got a skeleton in the closet, a shameful secret that I can't share with people. Even if I should get a lot of satisfaction out of paid sex, and let's say I would feel really proud of how well I'm doing, I'm still not able to tell someone besides Paul. Does it matter? Guess not!
It's my understanding there are two perceptions of sex work in the media - the happy hooker, who's super-empowered and makes loads of money and loves sex, and the abused victim. This takes me back to Kelly, who doesn't fit in these models, who sold herself twice for the experience of it.
Experiences are strong motives for us. Typical Paul, when he finally said, should the opportunity present itself one day and I still feel the urge to do it, go for it. But promise me to make sure you don't get into trouble. We never spoke about it ever after.
Tom runs an adult store in combination with a club, a stage for live shows. Since my last adventure in his store, my Tits–Pussy-Ass-day for Paul, he calls me regular. He has a funny nature, has to tell exciting stories of customers and the club. All calls end with another approach getting me on stage in a live show, which I decline likewise. That day he spoke about new photos on the walls of the club. I mentioned two framed black and whites of me A1 size and suggested to exhibit them. Tom agreed exuberantly and said he had to visit a porn fair and wouldn't be around the next days, but his assistants Neil or Liz take the pics.
I took the posters to the shop at my lunch break the very next day. A guy in his early thirties noticed me standing at the door, opened and let me in. He thought I would be a delivery woman, took the pictures, put them on the counter, and unwrapped them. Holding up, he leered at me, whistled between the teeth, and said sharp-minded 'it's you.'
It turned out, the assistant, Neil, had no idea what his boss and I agreed on; maybe Tom forgot to tell him. The longer Neil looked at the pictures, the more talkative and enthusiastic he got. He asked if I had worked here, how long I know Tom, and blamed himself he had no idea of a sexy gem like me. 'You are pretty hot,' he said, 'would like to see live what you got and mentioned auditions they run for the shows.'
'He is damn right,' yelled a woman in her mid-twenties. She smiled all over the face, came closer, and introduced herself as Liz. She was a blonde, half a foot smaller as I. Her full tits were an eye-catcher, even though I believed they were not natural. She was dressed in black leather, matching high-heels, and wore heavy makeup. All the same, by adult shop criteria, she was adequately dressed. I liked her on the spot. Liz hugged me, looked at my posters, bumped me with her hip, and said, 'you don't need to ask for an audition, do it right here. What do you think, Neil?'
I didn't feel like having those kinds of conversations. Admittedly, Liz kinda turned me on, and I was too curious to get to know more about her.
'I'm not here for an audition,' I made myself clear.
Liz said, 'Neil, you got a problem.' She jumped at my side, kissed me on a cheek, put an arm around my hips, and squeezed me.
He stumbled some words when four male customers entered the shop. They were elegantly dressed, wore expensive suits, a kind of 'uniform of big money' like I call the typical outfit in executive circles. Neil quickly explained that the guys had explicitly asked for Liz's assistance, as she made for the door, and greeted the gentlemen by some chitchat. They laughed, and Neil suggested we should not distract these esteemed customers, went to his office, and talked privately.
Turned out, Neil was a co-founder and got going. 'Tell me about you,' he said as if I had applied for an audition. 'We run amateur shows, and I'm positive you fit in very well. What do you think?'
I thought the situation pretty funny. In my profession, I had kicked him out of my office. Yet, I'm Gemini, so my lustful side gave his question a thought, and I said truthfully, 'First and foremost, I'm not here for an audition or any on-stage action. Hope you got it! It's my lunch break, and I don't have much time.'
The reasonable side of my brain suggested leaving right away, but I stayed and said, 'I'm interested in the work of women like Liz. All I know about sex workers comes from the media or watching porn videos. Unlike Liz, I've only toyed with the idea in my early twenties. I'm too old, not to mention my job. Colleagues will probably see me, and I don't trade in pussy fun for my job.'
'No, no, no,' he said, laughing. 'You are not the only one. Strippers and sex workers are just normal girls, who eat cereal, watch cartoons, buy milk, have hobbies. We'd women whose husbands were lawyers, doctors. One lady was a gynecologist and wants to experience herself what her patience had told her. She provides medical care for a number of our girls. She was extraordinary and pretty hot, had some experience as a student, like Liz. The doctor wore a mask, a wig, and dyed her hair by a washout. She went the whole gamut, solo, lesbian, and gang bang. Dress up like her, and definitely no one will ever recognize you, not even your husband. What do you think?'
'The gynecologist, is she about my size, blond, in her early or mid-forties?' I asked. My good hot doctor. Maybe I'm going to see her for an examination. Neil interrupted my pleasant thoughts.
'I don't discuss client business,' he replied grinning and added, 'I take it that you didn't want to hear your name too. Any tattoos?'
'No.'
'All the better! I'll be back in a second.' He got up and left the office.
I took a deep breath and wondered if I could trust my gynecologist, Dr. Claudia, to do it.
Neil rushed back, masks, a mirror, and a wig in hands.
'Try this,' he said, handed me the stuff, and turned the mirror on the desk to me.
The adventurous side of my brain took over control, inspired by Dr. Claudia. The white mask was okay but uncomfortable. One of the black masks fit like a glove, and he was right. It covered my face almost entirely to keep up my privacy. Only the mouth and chin were visible.
'I like your open hair, but try the wig too,' Neil suggested.
While I did what he had asked for, he went on.
'Give it a try. You look great, as you said yourself. You know to shake up guys, make dicks hard, and guys jerk off. It's a longtime wish of yours. That's why you're here for and didn't leave. If you've got it, flaunt it. Be an actress, four weekends at your choice, spice up your life, no regrets, no obligations.'
An actress, I thought, no obligations? haha, and asked, 'are the actresses safe?'
'You bet!'
'Are the girls supposed to fuck the customers later on?'
He was almost in the fits of laughter. 'If you want to, let me know, but as a rule no. The girls are like you, looking for money, fun, exhibitionism.'
'I'm certainly not here for money,' I shot back.
He sat back, looked at me, searching for words to say next. 'Your husband, what is his name … Paul must be a lucky guy.' He made an artificial break and continued, 'I'm sure you and Paul have spoken of a club, a bar, you on stage stripping. It's part of your bucket list. I got to know many women. I see a fire, a passion in the depths of your dark brown eyes. You have an extraordinary erotic aura. I'm pretty sure you're bisexual. Your eyes rejoiced when you saw Liz, and you were very pleased when she kissed you. I'm positive the prospect of fucking another guy makes you happy too. I dare say you stripped in front of strangers already, revealed your tits, and it wasn't just Paul nibbling on them. Tell me I'm wrong.'
Neil's words made me feel alive. Instantly I felt every single spot of my body, most of all the breasts. The nipples hardened, grew, and pressed in the bra.
He broke the moment of silence and asked, 'What about dancing? Pole dance is a must.'
'I got lessons in ballet until the age of fifteen. As for pole dancing, I did it in my early twenties for a boyfriend. He had a pole in his room.'
'Liz can teach you,' Neil said, 'may I count you in?'
I thought it all ridiculous, shook the head, yet my mouth did the opposite, and smiled in response. It was the signal he had waited for. 'Well, I take it for a yes. You are short in time, so am I. I've to ask you to undress.'
I took a deep breath. Paul and I had outlined many hot situations in our fantasies. Yet today's circumstance, a horny wife on her own in a sex shop wasn't on the list. I love to show off. What can I lose?
I got up and put handbag and blazer on a chair, unbuttoned the blouse slowly, and threw it at Neil. I shock the boobs, got hard nipples, opened the bra, and released my boobs of their cotton prison. Two long stiff nipples pointed directly at his face. That took him off guard. I moved the hands smoothly up, grabbed the tits, spread the fingers, and let my excited nipples slip in between. Clearly, Neil had a nice bulge in the jeans.
'Like what you see?' I asked.
He nodded and yelled, 'WOW!'
'Wanna suck my nipples?' I asked and bend forward and sucked them myself.
'I was right. You got the fire, the passion,' he replied.
'Well, I take it for a yes,' I repeated his words. 'You are right, Paul wasn't the only one who enjoyed my boobs in our marriage. You're a new friend of my tits, and friends are always gladly welcomed to suck them. Before you get up, listen carefully. Friends trust each other and whisper the name of a hot doctor in the moment of passion. Should another girl offer you her tits in return for my name, feel free to tell her.'
He jumped off the chair. I thought he would eat my tits right away. He squeezed both, sucked heavily that it hurt, and I liked it. In an instant minor spasms run through the pussy, and I got damp. Neil sucked at the nipples, yet his fingers went down to my waist. I grabbed both hands firmly and said, 'don't forget your part of the deal.' He kissed me on a cheek, nibbled an ear, and whispered Claudia.
I was delighted. A cascade of ideas rushed through my brain.
'Bravo,' a female voice said. Liz stood in the door frame, watched us, and said, 'you're no Cinderella.'
'This time is over,' I answered and reminded myself, I got what I wanted, a name for sucking tits - a small price to pay.
Liz said, 'do you need photos for your husband? A picture of you in front of the two posters?'
'A good idea,' I said, 'he is pretty busy and has no time to come by.'
Neil babbled of audition and strip, yet Liz supported me and said, 'what a pity for poor hubby, while another guy laps up your tits. Let's go to the shop.' I grabbed my belongings. Back in the store, I saw only one customer and handed Liz my phone. She said I should dump my stuff in a changing booth and put Neil and me in front of the photos. Liz took pictures while Neil was busy with my tits.
Neil's hands wandered down to the belt, opened it, and pulled the jeans down. I would lie, if I would say, the location, the spur of the moment, and a hot guy exploring my body was too good to say stop. On top, Liz watching us. Clearly, I felt for an orgasm building up. Daringly he pulled my undies down. The sight of my bald pussy enthralled him and Liz. He knelt, kissed, and licked the belly, making his way down.
I suppose Liz read uncertainty or surprise on my face when she said, 'we are all tested and in good health. Don't worry if you want to fuck him.'
Since I got what I wanted, I stopped Neil.
The shop felt silent a moment when people clapped hands. Liz and the other customer I saw were our fans.
'Well done to stop him,' Liz stated, 'you made it already too simple for Neil. Take my advice, sweetie, jump on stage, guys love to see you, and so do I.' She handed me the phone.. 'Time for the brain,' she said, and off she was.
'Keep the mask, the wig,' Neil said 'you're worth every cent. You got my card. Ring me up. I fetch the other items for you and put them with your clothes.' He too left. All of a sudden, I was alone, butt naked with a stranger.
I longed for my undies when the customer said, 'you are an adventurous woman. Seeking an extra thrill here and there. Love that, breaking up rules. You are so gorgeous, stunning, shouldn't be difficult to get what you want.'
'You are right about me, but wrong to get what I want,' I replied, 'there are a lot of idiots in the world.'
'You don't look like you have ever fucked for money like Liz?' he asked.
'Nope. Once I paid a guy for massage and fucking. Something that guys like you do, just the other way around, because I'm like you.'
'How much did you pay him?'
'Don't know. 200, I guess, plus a tip.'
'Did you think poor of the guy you paid for fucking?'
'Don't know what you do for a living. Yet I know your boss or your customers fuck you daily on a different level. Do you feel poor when you give away a part of your life for money?'
He laughed and said, 'looks like we're cut from the same cloth. Make my day, and I make yours. Let me fuck you, and I pay you 400. What do you think?'
I pulled up the jeans and looked at him. He was tall, slim, muscular, cultured. A guy who does his daily workout program with the precision of a clock. I said, 'your vision of the world must be easy. Money buys everything. Besides, there is a health issue, and I'm short on time.'
He stared at my boobs. 'Let me suck your tits. I would love to feel their weight.'
I ignored him and went to the cubicle, where Neil had dumped the masks and wig. The guy followed me. He was handsome, in his early forties, bald shaved, educated, and perhaps a successful business guy.
I would be lying if I said half-naked in front of him did not excite me, spiced by the exotic place. He introduced himself as Glenn, spoke about IT business, and making money.
I said, 'good for you, but don't think money impresses me. You made me a lousy offer. 400 hundred for a woman you worship, a woman who never had fucked for money. Don't be ridiculous.' Even later, I could not say what was on my mind when I said this.
He opened the purse, pulled out all the paper money, and counted it on the floor. '1850,' he said. 'I like your waxed pussy. You are unusually wet. Love it for my life. Came across a very few women only who were wet as you. Let me eat you out, and the money is yours.'
The money was a joke in my eyes, a flirtation game. I have to confess I believed Glenn. Maybe I wanted to believe him, a well-calculated flattering remark that did not miss its effect.
'You don't look like a guy who has to pay for fun. Why me?' I asked, gaining some time.
'I am glad you ask. Most women see my profession, my money. I'm good enough to pay, a little sex here and there to keep me motivated. Look at today's celebrities like Bezo or Depp. I'm a midget compared to these guys. I'm single and check out women who don't fit into the classic prudish society picture, pay, and go home in peace. Women like you turn me on.'
His begging brown eyes made me give in.
'Pull the curtain close,' I replied, 'make it quick.' I dropped the pants again and set down eagle spread. He almost fell on the knees and circled my little bud with the tongue. I don't know what he did; spasms rushed thru me. He pulled me close to his face, put my legs on his shoulders, grabbed my ass cheeks, kneaded them, and I exploded pretty fast, squirted as much as I could. I looked in his face. His lower chin and nose were covered in cum. 'That was hot and quick,' he said, smiling, 'too bad, you had to go. I think I'll be as quick as you.'
'Which has to be proofed,' I said, took my briefs, and wiped off the mess between the legs. I didn't look at him. When I raised the head, a perfect hard, straight shaped dick pointed at me. Not as strong as Paul's, but longer.
'Pay you 1850 on top to fuck you. We can go to the bank.'
'I don't fuck for money,' I stated, 'keep it.'
'Nothing less I had expected,' he went on. 'I need to fuck you right now. What's your price?'
'A magic word,' I said in the vague hope to puzzle him. His dick was amazingly strong erected, almost unnaturally, alike a strap-on my cousin love to play with.
'Please,' he answered instantly.
I knelt down and blew him, made a few strokes, massaged his balls when I felt spasms in his dick, pulled it out of my mouth, and made him spray his hot loads on my tits.
I got up and said, 'you got hot memorabilia on your face, I on the tits. I can't go back to the office like that. Lick it off or slather my boobs and body.'
One of the reasons I like physical stuff is people's passion, the desire for the first time. It is the experience of discovering something new. He grabbed both tits firmly, spread the fingers, and massaged what he had in hands. Between his spread fingers, my nipples aroused, and so the areolas. He closed the fingers and pulled. I thought hard, Paul's words popped up, go for it, experience.
I said, 'I just made 1800. Right? You look like a strong guy. The other day I saw porn, floozy got fucked standing. Get a condom, lift and fuck me properly, pay you 200. Satisfy me, you get a tip.'
He left the cubicle, returned what felt like five seconds later, package condoms in hand, undressed quickly, wrapped a condom open, fingered my coochie, and coated his cock.
I put the arms around his strong neck, he grabbed my upper legs and lifted me just like that. I raised the upper body, made sure to get his face between my boobs and kissed his head. In response, he grabbed my ass cheeks, turned from sissy to pounding me brutally. 'Yeah!' I puffed.
His hands wandered to my other hole and massaged it with the middle fingers.
'Suck the tits,' I groaned 'cum with me.' He fucked me faster, I felt first spasms in both of us. He bit a nipple when I went straight to orgasmic heaven. So did he and pumped his cum in me.
The more I fuck outside the marriage, the more I enjoyed an almost new fun, a guy ejaculating deep inside me. It's the rhythm of pumping his stuff in my tube. The vagina his stimulates, making me feel like and with him, building up or preparing myself for the next orgasm.'
'You are certainly worth the two hundred,' I said. 'How do you feel fucking for money the first time?'
Breathing heavily, he said, 'like a newborn who needs more of the stuff.'
'That's an addict,' I replied smiling, slid down his sweaty body, got on the feet, and looked at him. He was as wet as I was. His sweat inspired me, a kind of testosterone men in the best age radiate, to make women fuck them.
Our screaming and shouting weren't unnoticed by Neil. When we fell silent, Neil peeked in and said, we had just passed the audition. A closer look and he stumbled, 'Ruth, you just have pleased our best customer.' Other customers gravitated to the booth. Glenn closed the curtain instantly and whispered, what happened here, stays here.
'Take a shower,' Neil said, while he told the others, the show is over, what can I do for you? Since I know the location, I opened the curtain at the reverse side, the one to the stage, took our belongings, and went to the bath downstairs.
It was here where I got fucked by a pro under the shower for the first time. Glenn caught his breath, talked about swapping business cards, see me again, and stuff.
I knelt down, stroke his dick, licked off his cum, and stuck it deep in my mouth. Like in a porn vid, I didn't forget the submissive look in my face, please master, let me fuck you again. With that, I freed his dick, couldn't help but to laugh, and said, okay, we have to close a deal. No word about our encounter, I pay you 400 for fucking me while standing on one leg.'
'What?' he said, pulling over a condom.
I didn't answer, got close to him, raised the right leg over our heads, put the arms around him, and held me tight.
He fumbled with his dick, didn't know where to put it. 'Easy,' I said, very pleased with my good investment and kissed him on the mouth's corner. 'Just slid your dick in, that's it,' I whispered and nibbled an ear.
My eager pussy sucked his horny dick that we both were surprised by the forceful stroke we came together.
'Forget the 400,' he said. 'You're the most flexible and truly horniest woman I ever came across. Let's fuck the brains out as much as we can. The whole nine yards, licking, kissing, and so on. Tell me your price, and I pay you or forget all the chitchat and fuck.'
I like to end the story here. We did pure sports fucking on top-notch. A test of stamina. Glenn fucked me five times in a row, a long wish of him, with the help of a blue pill he had taken earlier. Exhausted, but still hungry, we did standing 69s.
Glenn insisted on taking the money, even asked for my bank account. I took 1400, left him 400, put bra, briefs and blouse next to it, and said 'look what you just have bought.' I pulled on blazer and jeans, took his dick in hand, squeezed it, kissed him on a cheek, whispered 'thank you' and left.
I didn't go back to the office that day. Exhausted, the jeans strained, I felt like a happy hooker super empowered. I drove home topless, blazer unbuttoned, boobs visible at red traffic lights. Back home, I undressed, pulled on a tight jogging suit, and ran in the woods. Exhausted, deeply satisfied, I returned and felt like a normal girl.
Paul got home late, had a miserable day with a customer, so I didn't tell him. The next day he got surprisingly good news by his' die-hard' client. I grabbed the opportunity, fulfilled my promise I made, and recounted what has happened. Unlike my other adventures, he was very calm, almost a touch of angry. He kept gazing at the money in disbelief, looked at me, and tried to imagine the situation. Pretty unemotionally, he said, another item crossed off the list and asked what I want to do with the money. In short, we framed it.
We fucked like crazy the upcoming weekend, when Paul suggested, not to bad to have some possible money on two legs around. He should buy a book, something like 'how to be a successful pimp?' 'You can do that,' I picked up his joke 'but don't underestimate self-employed women.'
Fucking for money the way I did? Anytime!
x
Ruth
One benefit of the web is the people from all over the world. I'm European and therefore happy when I get in touch with folks of the other side of the Atlantic, or Australia, and South Africa.
Kelly was from Texas, wrote very personally about her sex life, expectations and boundaries. She was tall, had long thick blond hair, a perfect hour-glass figure, and was bi-curious like me, so many emails and pics flew back and forth.
One day, Kelly asked me, have you ever fucked for money? She did it twice and wrote,
'The first time I fucked for money was because I wanted to be considered a slut willing do what it took to make a man horny and in control. The second time I wanted my hubby to have the power over me as a pimp selling his slut to the highest bidder. I felt freedom to act out my fantasy, and I cum'd when those men fucked me.'
At that time, I thought it weird to fuck someone for money. Don't think I'm naive. It's the oldest business of mankind. Should money for sex be a topic in my life, then it's me who pays for a proper fuck like the story I shared with you in the massage room where I went twice. I can do what guys can do is my motto. In today's world, guys got paid by women for service as men pay women.
Paul and I talked about the story of Kelly. At first pretty emotionally, but the longer we spoke, I realized a strange feeling of crossing a boundary, a transgression - once I've done it, I can't go back and will be marked by society for life. I don't see sex work negative, no, not at all!. Albeit its easy to say, I'm not the one who does it for a living. To be perfectly honest, fucking for money, I might think about myself, I got a skeleton in the closet, a shameful secret that I can't share with people. Even if I should get a lot of satisfaction out of paid sex, and let's say I would feel really proud of how well I'm doing, I'm still not able to tell someone besides Paul. Does it matter? Guess not!
It's my understanding there are two perceptions of sex work in the media - the happy hooker, who's super-empowered and makes loads of money and loves sex, and the abused victim. This takes me back to Kelly, who doesn't fit in these models, who sold herself twice for the experience of it.
Experiences are strong motives for us. Typical Paul, when he finally said, should the opportunity present itself one day and I still feel the urge to do it, go for it. But promise me to make sure you don't get into trouble. We never spoke about it ever after.
Tom runs an adult store in combination with a club, a stage for live shows. Since my last adventure in his store, my Tits–Pussy-Ass-day for Paul, he calls me regular. He has a funny nature, has to tell exciting stories of customers and the club. All calls end with another approach getting me on stage in a live show, which I decline likewise. That day he spoke about new photos on the walls of the club. I mentioned two framed black and whites of me A1 size and suggested to exhibit them. Tom agreed exuberantly and said he had to visit a porn fair and wouldn't be around the next days, but his assistants Neil or Liz take the pics.
I took the posters to the shop at my lunch break the very next day. A guy in his early thirties noticed me standing at the door, opened and let me in. He thought I would be a delivery woman, took the pictures, put them on the counter, and unwrapped them. Holding up, he leered at me, whistled between the teeth, and said sharp-minded 'it's you.'
It turned out, the assistant, Neil, had no idea what his boss and I agreed on; maybe Tom forgot to tell him. The longer Neil looked at the pictures, the more talkative and enthusiastic he got. He asked if I had worked here, how long I know Tom, and blamed himself he had no idea of a sexy gem like me. 'You are pretty hot,' he said, 'would like to see live what you got and mentioned auditions they run for the shows.'
'He is damn right,' yelled a woman in her mid-twenties. She smiled all over the face, came closer, and introduced herself as Liz. She was a blonde, half a foot smaller as I. Her full tits were an eye-catcher, even though I believed they were not natural. She was dressed in black leather, matching high-heels, and wore heavy makeup. All the same, by adult shop criteria, she was adequately dressed. I liked her on the spot. Liz hugged me, looked at my posters, bumped me with her hip, and said, 'you don't need to ask for an audition, do it right here. What do you think, Neil?'
I didn't feel like having those kinds of conversations. Admittedly, Liz kinda turned me on, and I was too curious to get to know more about her.
'I'm not here for an audition,' I made myself clear.
Liz said, 'Neil, you got a problem.' She jumped at my side, kissed me on a cheek, put an arm around my hips, and squeezed me.
He stumbled some words when four male customers entered the shop. They were elegantly dressed, wore expensive suits, a kind of 'uniform of big money' like I call the typical outfit in executive circles. Neil quickly explained that the guys had explicitly asked for Liz's assistance, as she made for the door, and greeted the gentlemen by some chitchat. They laughed, and Neil suggested we should not distract these esteemed customers, went to his office, and talked privately.
Turned out, Neil was a co-founder and got going. 'Tell me about you,' he said as if I had applied for an audition. 'We run amateur shows, and I'm positive you fit in very well. What do you think?'
I thought the situation pretty funny. In my profession, I had kicked him out of my office. Yet, I'm Gemini, so my lustful side gave his question a thought, and I said truthfully, 'First and foremost, I'm not here for an audition or any on-stage action. Hope you got it! It's my lunch break, and I don't have much time.'
The reasonable side of my brain suggested leaving right away, but I stayed and said, 'I'm interested in the work of women like Liz. All I know about sex workers comes from the media or watching porn videos. Unlike Liz, I've only toyed with the idea in my early twenties. I'm too old, not to mention my job. Colleagues will probably see me, and I don't trade in pussy fun for my job.'
'No, no, no,' he said, laughing. 'You are not the only one. Strippers and sex workers are just normal girls, who eat cereal, watch cartoons, buy milk, have hobbies. We'd women whose husbands were lawyers, doctors. One lady was a gynecologist and wants to experience herself what her patience had told her. She provides medical care for a number of our girls. She was extraordinary and pretty hot, had some experience as a student, like Liz. The doctor wore a mask, a wig, and dyed her hair by a washout. She went the whole gamut, solo, lesbian, and gang bang. Dress up like her, and definitely no one will ever recognize you, not even your husband. What do you think?'
'The gynecologist, is she about my size, blond, in her early or mid-forties?' I asked. My good hot doctor. Maybe I'm going to see her for an examination. Neil interrupted my pleasant thoughts.
'I don't discuss client business,' he replied grinning and added, 'I take it that you didn't want to hear your name too. Any tattoos?'
'No.'
'All the better! I'll be back in a second.' He got up and left the office.
I took a deep breath and wondered if I could trust my gynecologist, Dr. Claudia, to do it.
Neil rushed back, masks, a mirror, and a wig in hands.
'Try this,' he said, handed me the stuff, and turned the mirror on the desk to me.
The adventurous side of my brain took over control, inspired by Dr. Claudia. The white mask was okay but uncomfortable. One of the black masks fit like a glove, and he was right. It covered my face almost entirely to keep up my privacy. Only the mouth and chin were visible.
'I like your open hair, but try the wig too,' Neil suggested.
While I did what he had asked for, he went on.
'Give it a try. You look great, as you said yourself. You know to shake up guys, make dicks hard, and guys jerk off. It's a longtime wish of yours. That's why you're here for and didn't leave. If you've got it, flaunt it. Be an actress, four weekends at your choice, spice up your life, no regrets, no obligations.'
An actress, I thought, no obligations? haha, and asked, 'are the actresses safe?'
'You bet!'
'Are the girls supposed to fuck the customers later on?'
He was almost in the fits of laughter. 'If you want to, let me know, but as a rule no. The girls are like you, looking for money, fun, exhibitionism.'
'I'm certainly not here for money,' I shot back.
He sat back, looked at me, searching for words to say next. 'Your husband, what is his name … Paul must be a lucky guy.' He made an artificial break and continued, 'I'm sure you and Paul have spoken of a club, a bar, you on stage stripping. It's part of your bucket list. I got to know many women. I see a fire, a passion in the depths of your dark brown eyes. You have an extraordinary erotic aura. I'm pretty sure you're bisexual. Your eyes rejoiced when you saw Liz, and you were very pleased when she kissed you. I'm positive the prospect of fucking another guy makes you happy too. I dare say you stripped in front of strangers already, revealed your tits, and it wasn't just Paul nibbling on them. Tell me I'm wrong.'
Neil's words made me feel alive. Instantly I felt every single spot of my body, most of all the breasts. The nipples hardened, grew, and pressed in the bra.
He broke the moment of silence and asked, 'What about dancing? Pole dance is a must.'
'I got lessons in ballet until the age of fifteen. As for pole dancing, I did it in my early twenties for a boyfriend. He had a pole in his room.'
'Liz can teach you,' Neil said, 'may I count you in?'
I thought it all ridiculous, shook the head, yet my mouth did the opposite, and smiled in response. It was the signal he had waited for. 'Well, I take it for a yes. You are short in time, so am I. I've to ask you to undress.'
I took a deep breath. Paul and I had outlined many hot situations in our fantasies. Yet today's circumstance, a horny wife on her own in a sex shop wasn't on the list. I love to show off. What can I lose?
I got up and put handbag and blazer on a chair, unbuttoned the blouse slowly, and threw it at Neil. I shock the boobs, got hard nipples, opened the bra, and released my boobs of their cotton prison. Two long stiff nipples pointed directly at his face. That took him off guard. I moved the hands smoothly up, grabbed the tits, spread the fingers, and let my excited nipples slip in between. Clearly, Neil had a nice bulge in the jeans.
'Like what you see?' I asked.
He nodded and yelled, 'WOW!'
'Wanna suck my nipples?' I asked and bend forward and sucked them myself.
'I was right. You got the fire, the passion,' he replied.
'Well, I take it for a yes,' I repeated his words. 'You are right, Paul wasn't the only one who enjoyed my boobs in our marriage. You're a new friend of my tits, and friends are always gladly welcomed to suck them. Before you get up, listen carefully. Friends trust each other and whisper the name of a hot doctor in the moment of passion. Should another girl offer you her tits in return for my name, feel free to tell her.'
He jumped off the chair. I thought he would eat my tits right away. He squeezed both, sucked heavily that it hurt, and I liked it. In an instant minor spasms run through the pussy, and I got damp. Neil sucked at the nipples, yet his fingers went down to my waist. I grabbed both hands firmly and said, 'don't forget your part of the deal.' He kissed me on a cheek, nibbled an ear, and whispered Claudia.
I was delighted. A cascade of ideas rushed through my brain.
'Bravo,' a female voice said. Liz stood in the door frame, watched us, and said, 'you're no Cinderella.'
'This time is over,' I answered and reminded myself, I got what I wanted, a name for sucking tits - a small price to pay.
Liz said, 'do you need photos for your husband? A picture of you in front of the two posters?'
'A good idea,' I said, 'he is pretty busy and has no time to come by.'
Neil babbled of audition and strip, yet Liz supported me and said, 'what a pity for poor hubby, while another guy laps up your tits. Let's go to the shop.' I grabbed my belongings. Back in the store, I saw only one customer and handed Liz my phone. She said I should dump my stuff in a changing booth and put Neil and me in front of the photos. Liz took pictures while Neil was busy with my tits.
Neil's hands wandered down to the belt, opened it, and pulled the jeans down. I would lie, if I would say, the location, the spur of the moment, and a hot guy exploring my body was too good to say stop. On top, Liz watching us. Clearly, I felt for an orgasm building up. Daringly he pulled my undies down. The sight of my bald pussy enthralled him and Liz. He knelt, kissed, and licked the belly, making his way down.
I suppose Liz read uncertainty or surprise on my face when she said, 'we are all tested and in good health. Don't worry if you want to fuck him.'
Since I got what I wanted, I stopped Neil.
The shop felt silent a moment when people clapped hands. Liz and the other customer I saw were our fans.
'Well done to stop him,' Liz stated, 'you made it already too simple for Neil. Take my advice, sweetie, jump on stage, guys love to see you, and so do I.' She handed me the phone.. 'Time for the brain,' she said, and off she was.
'Keep the mask, the wig,' Neil said 'you're worth every cent. You got my card. Ring me up. I fetch the other items for you and put them with your clothes.' He too left. All of a sudden, I was alone, butt naked with a stranger.
I longed for my undies when the customer said, 'you are an adventurous woman. Seeking an extra thrill here and there. Love that, breaking up rules. You are so gorgeous, stunning, shouldn't be difficult to get what you want.'
'You are right about me, but wrong to get what I want,' I replied, 'there are a lot of idiots in the world.'
'You don't look like you have ever fucked for money like Liz?' he asked.
'Nope. Once I paid a guy for massage and fucking. Something that guys like you do, just the other way around, because I'm like you.'
'How much did you pay him?'
'Don't know. 200, I guess, plus a tip.'
'Did you think poor of the guy you paid for fucking?'
'Don't know what you do for a living. Yet I know your boss or your customers fuck you daily on a different level. Do you feel poor when you give away a part of your life for money?'
He laughed and said, 'looks like we're cut from the same cloth. Make my day, and I make yours. Let me fuck you, and I pay you 400. What do you think?'
I pulled up the jeans and looked at him. He was tall, slim, muscular, cultured. A guy who does his daily workout program with the precision of a clock. I said, 'your vision of the world must be easy. Money buys everything. Besides, there is a health issue, and I'm short on time.'
He stared at my boobs. 'Let me suck your tits. I would love to feel their weight.'
I ignored him and went to the cubicle, where Neil had dumped the masks and wig. The guy followed me. He was handsome, in his early forties, bald shaved, educated, and perhaps a successful business guy.
I would be lying if I said half-naked in front of him did not excite me, spiced by the exotic place. He introduced himself as Glenn, spoke about IT business, and making money.
I said, 'good for you, but don't think money impresses me. You made me a lousy offer. 400 hundred for a woman you worship, a woman who never had fucked for money. Don't be ridiculous.' Even later, I could not say what was on my mind when I said this.
He opened the purse, pulled out all the paper money, and counted it on the floor. '1850,' he said. 'I like your waxed pussy. You are unusually wet. Love it for my life. Came across a very few women only who were wet as you. Let me eat you out, and the money is yours.'
The money was a joke in my eyes, a flirtation game. I have to confess I believed Glenn. Maybe I wanted to believe him, a well-calculated flattering remark that did not miss its effect.
'You don't look like a guy who has to pay for fun. Why me?' I asked, gaining some time.
'I am glad you ask. Most women see my profession, my money. I'm good enough to pay, a little sex here and there to keep me motivated. Look at today's celebrities like Bezo or Depp. I'm a midget compared to these guys. I'm single and check out women who don't fit into the classic prudish society picture, pay, and go home in peace. Women like you turn me on.'
His begging brown eyes made me give in.
'Pull the curtain close,' I replied, 'make it quick.' I dropped the pants again and set down eagle spread. He almost fell on the knees and circled my little bud with the tongue. I don't know what he did; spasms rushed thru me. He pulled me close to his face, put my legs on his shoulders, grabbed my ass cheeks, kneaded them, and I exploded pretty fast, squirted as much as I could. I looked in his face. His lower chin and nose were covered in cum. 'That was hot and quick,' he said, smiling, 'too bad, you had to go. I think I'll be as quick as you.'
'Which has to be proofed,' I said, took my briefs, and wiped off the mess between the legs. I didn't look at him. When I raised the head, a perfect hard, straight shaped dick pointed at me. Not as strong as Paul's, but longer.
'Pay you 1850 on top to fuck you. We can go to the bank.'
'I don't fuck for money,' I stated, 'keep it.'
'Nothing less I had expected,' he went on. 'I need to fuck you right now. What's your price?'
'A magic word,' I said in the vague hope to puzzle him. His dick was amazingly strong erected, almost unnaturally, alike a strap-on my cousin love to play with.
'Please,' he answered instantly.
I knelt down and blew him, made a few strokes, massaged his balls when I felt spasms in his dick, pulled it out of my mouth, and made him spray his hot loads on my tits.
I got up and said, 'you got hot memorabilia on your face, I on the tits. I can't go back to the office like that. Lick it off or slather my boobs and body.'
One of the reasons I like physical stuff is people's passion, the desire for the first time. It is the experience of discovering something new. He grabbed both tits firmly, spread the fingers, and massaged what he had in hands. Between his spread fingers, my nipples aroused, and so the areolas. He closed the fingers and pulled. I thought hard, Paul's words popped up, go for it, experience.
I said, 'I just made 1800. Right? You look like a strong guy. The other day I saw porn, floozy got fucked standing. Get a condom, lift and fuck me properly, pay you 200. Satisfy me, you get a tip.'
He left the cubicle, returned what felt like five seconds later, package condoms in hand, undressed quickly, wrapped a condom open, fingered my coochie, and coated his cock.
I put the arms around his strong neck, he grabbed my upper legs and lifted me just like that. I raised the upper body, made sure to get his face between my boobs and kissed his head. In response, he grabbed my ass cheeks, turned from sissy to pounding me brutally. 'Yeah!' I puffed.
His hands wandered to my other hole and massaged it with the middle fingers.
'Suck the tits,' I groaned 'cum with me.' He fucked me faster, I felt first spasms in both of us. He bit a nipple when I went straight to orgasmic heaven. So did he and pumped his cum in me.
The more I fuck outside the marriage, the more I enjoyed an almost new fun, a guy ejaculating deep inside me. It's the rhythm of pumping his stuff in my tube. The vagina his stimulates, making me feel like and with him, building up or preparing myself for the next orgasm.'
'You are certainly worth the two hundred,' I said. 'How do you feel fucking for money the first time?'
Breathing heavily, he said, 'like a newborn who needs more of the stuff.'
'That's an addict,' I replied smiling, slid down his sweaty body, got on the feet, and looked at him. He was as wet as I was. His sweat inspired me, a kind of testosterone men in the best age radiate, to make women fuck them.
Our screaming and shouting weren't unnoticed by Neil. When we fell silent, Neil peeked in and said, we had just passed the audition. A closer look and he stumbled, 'Ruth, you just have pleased our best customer.' Other customers gravitated to the booth. Glenn closed the curtain instantly and whispered, what happened here, stays here.
'Take a shower,' Neil said, while he told the others, the show is over, what can I do for you? Since I know the location, I opened the curtain at the reverse side, the one to the stage, took our belongings, and went to the bath downstairs.
It was here where I got fucked by a pro under the shower for the first time. Glenn caught his breath, talked about swapping business cards, see me again, and stuff.
I knelt down, stroke his dick, licked off his cum, and stuck it deep in my mouth. Like in a porn vid, I didn't forget the submissive look in my face, please master, let me fuck you again. With that, I freed his dick, couldn't help but to laugh, and said, okay, we have to close a deal. No word about our encounter, I pay you 400 for fucking me while standing on one leg.'
'What?' he said, pulling over a condom.
I didn't answer, got close to him, raised the right leg over our heads, put the arms around him, and held me tight.
He fumbled with his dick, didn't know where to put it. 'Easy,' I said, very pleased with my good investment and kissed him on the mouth's corner. 'Just slid your dick in, that's it,' I whispered and nibbled an ear.
My eager pussy sucked his horny dick that we both were surprised by the forceful stroke we came together.
'Forget the 400,' he said. 'You're the most flexible and truly horniest woman I ever came across. Let's fuck the brains out as much as we can. The whole nine yards, licking, kissing, and so on. Tell me your price, and I pay you or forget all the chitchat and fuck.'
I like to end the story here. We did pure sports fucking on top-notch. A test of stamina. Glenn fucked me five times in a row, a long wish of him, with the help of a blue pill he had taken earlier. Exhausted, but still hungry, we did standing 69s.
Glenn insisted on taking the money, even asked for my bank account. I took 1400, left him 400, put bra, briefs and blouse next to it, and said 'look what you just have bought.' I pulled on blazer and jeans, took his dick in hand, squeezed it, kissed him on a cheek, whispered 'thank you' and left.
I didn't go back to the office that day. Exhausted, the jeans strained, I felt like a happy hooker super empowered. I drove home topless, blazer unbuttoned, boobs visible at red traffic lights. Back home, I undressed, pulled on a tight jogging suit, and ran in the woods. Exhausted, deeply satisfied, I returned and felt like a normal girl.
Paul got home late, had a miserable day with a customer, so I didn't tell him. The next day he got surprisingly good news by his' die-hard' client. I grabbed the opportunity, fulfilled my promise I made, and recounted what has happened. Unlike my other adventures, he was very calm, almost a touch of angry. He kept gazing at the money in disbelief, looked at me, and tried to imagine the situation. Pretty unemotionally, he said, another item crossed off the list and asked what I want to do with the money. In short, we framed it.
We fucked like crazy the upcoming weekend, when Paul suggested, not to bad to have some possible money on two legs around. He should buy a book, something like 'how to be a successful pimp?' 'You can do that,' I picked up his joke 'but don't underestimate self-employed women.'
Fucking for money the way I did? Anytime!
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