Playing Prostitute

For a long time I’ve entertained sexual fantasies of being a prostitute. I get turned on by the idea of picking up rich guys in suits at hotel bars and getting paid to fuck them. I like the aura of sexual power that surrounds a woman who sells her body for a high price. While I could never actually be a whore—there’s just too many emotional and practical issues at stake—I wanted to feel like one. So this fantasy turned into reality the night my boyfriend agreed to be my trick.

Jeff and I have always had a very experimental sex life. We’ve taken turns fulfilling each other’s fantasies. They started out fairly simple. I gave him a blow-job while he was driving on the interstate. He whispered naughty stories in my ear about fucking me in church while I masturbated. I did a striptease for him. He gave me phone sex while I was at my office. Eventually these dream-cum-trues became more elaborate and more exciting and I finally sprung the prostitute idea on him.

"Have you ever been to a prostitute?" I asked. He said no, mainly because he wouldn't know what to do, or what to say.

“What if that prostitute was me?” I smiled coyly.

"Well, then I’d have all kinds of things to say and I'd know all the right buttons to push.” So I described my plan in detail.

I wanted him to meet me in a ritzy hotel bar after work for a drink, around the corner from his apartment. He had to wear his most expensive Italian suit. I would be wearing a very low-cut red mini-dress, heels, and perfect make-up. He would approach me, and pretend not to know me and the fact that I was a hooker. He'd have to buy me a drink and try to seduce me. Then he’d find out that he had to pay for me.

Once he took me back to his place, I wanted him to be cool and aloof, and say really hot and nasty things to me. Then he’d have to pay me, fuck me, and I would get dressed and leave. As I described the details of my fantasy, I could see his cock getting hard through his jeans. Just talking about it made us both so incredibly hot, we fucked right there on the spot.

The appointed day finally arrived. I took a long, hot bath and perfumed every inch of my body. I even shaved my pussy and then put bath oil all over it, inside and out, and rubbed my finger over my clit until I was very hot, but I did not let myself cum. I slipped into my most provocative lingerie, red dress, and spike heels. I applied my make-up carefully. I entered the bar, walked right past him and took a seat. I ordered a very dry martini. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him staring at me. He looked absolutely gorgeous. Men in suits drive me wild! He waited until I had drained my glass, and then instructed the bartender to fix me another cocktail.

"This is from the gentleman over there,” said the bartender, pointing to Jeff. I raised my glass in appreciation, and Jeff slowly came over to join me. We made small talk. He asked me my name, complemented me on my good looks, told me what he did for a living.

"What do you do?” he asked.

“Oh, I work in the service industry," I replied.

"And what kind of services do you provide?"

"Anything you want," I said, "if the price is right."

He feigned surprise. He told me how desirable he found me, and that if he had to pay for me, he would.

“I’m one hundred dollars an hour. Can you afford me?" I asked.

He paid the bar tab and escorted me out of the hotel.

Once we were inside his apartment, he took my coat and led me to the center of the room.

"I just want you to stand there for a minute while I look at your body,” he said. He circled around me and made lecherous comments. "I like your mouth, your red lips. I’d like to see my cock going in and out of that precious mouth. I like your tits. I might want to fuck those tits with my cock. I like the shape of your ass, too. Maybe I’ll make you bend over and take my cock up your ass. You'll do anything for me, won’t you?"

"Yes," I replied, "but you've got to pay me first."

He took out his wallet, dropped a hundred dollar bill on the floor. “Pick it up," he ordered. I did, and put it in my purse. I walked back to the center of the room. He unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. I was wearing a red lace bra, garter belt and stockings, but no panties. From behind, he cupped my breasts in his hands and started squeezing them, softly at first, then hard, very hard. He rolled my rock-hard nipples back and forth between his fingers, while he pressed up against me and I could feel his hard cock. He spun me around and tried to kiss me, but I turned my head.

"The only thing I won’t do is kiss you.”

"Just like a whore,” he whispered. "Get down on your knees.”

I knelt down in front of him and followed his instructions.

“Take my cock out of my pants. Now suck it."

I took just the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking it slowly. I ran my tongue along his shaft and eventually swallowed his entire prick. I sucked his cock with wild enthusiasm, as I watched the look of ecstasy spread over his face. He stroked my hair and told me what a good whore I was.

“I’m going to fuck every hole you've got, because I paid for every hole. Now stand up."

He led me over to the dining room table and told me to bend over and spread my legs. With my hands on the table, I did what the customer wanted. I could feel his fingers playing with my soaking wet, oiled, shaved pussy, teasing me. Then he shoved two, then three fingers inside me and began jamming them in and out of me. He demanded that I tell him how much I wanted him to fuck me.

"I want your cock inside me so bad. I want your thick, beautiful cock inside my cunt. I want every fucking inch. I want to please you so bad."

"Why? Why do you want to so bad, Isabella?”

"Because I’m a whore. A slut," I said between breaths.

“That’s right. A dirty fucking whore, who spreads her legs for any man. And now you're going to spread your legs for me." With that, he slid his dick into my cunt and began fucking me with a fury that I've never experienced before. He was ramming me so hard, I thought the table would break. Then I felt his finger press against my asshole. I relaxed my anus by pushing out, just like a pro, and felt it part and open as his finger slid up my ass, moving in and out with the rhythm of his cock. He kept making me tell him how I liked getting fucked in both holes at once.

“I like a big cock in my pussy and one up my asshole. I like to get both holes filled with so much cock I can barely stand it. Fuck me, please fuck me,” I cried.

I could feel his grip on me get tighter and tighter. Then he pulled out of my cunt and I knew what was coming next. “Don't working girls get paid extra for this?” I thought to myself as I felt his cock press against my asshole and then it slid into me, filling me all the way to my throat. Then I knew he was going to cum. He pulled his cock out of my ass and came all over my butt. I felt his thick warm cum run down the crack of my ass, and down my legs. He began rubbing his cum over my butt, then took his sticky fingers and ran them over my lips.

"Eat it," he whispered. I licked every drop of cum off of his hand. I was still bent over the table when I heard him zip up his pants. "Get dressed," he commanded. I freshened up and got ready to leave. He walked me out to the door, and this time I let him give me a kiss on the cheek.

"Maybe I’ll need your services again," he said with a smile.

“Maybe you will.” He closed the door behind me. I went down to the lobby, waited a few minutes and called him on the house phone. He invited me up.

He opened the door and gave me a long, hard kiss. "You look suspiciously like a prostitute I once knew. Some day I’ll tell you all the wild things she did to me." We both laughed and fell into each other’s arms.

—Isabella B.

First Time For Everything

It was a hot, humid day and I was working on my car. I happened to look up and saw my neighbor in her tiny bikini walking out to the mail box to get her mail. Actually her swim suit left little to the imagination and the bounce of her breasts was quite pronounced.

On her way back she came over and said that seeing as it was so hot and humid if I would like to cool off in her swimming pool I was welcome. I mentioned that I didn't have a swim suit and she said "That's okay, with the high fence around the pool I don't wear one either most of the time."

With an invitation like that what normal man could resist. I had finished with the car so I put the tools away and went in the house to get the grease off my hands. Then I headed over to her back yard. I went through the gate into the back yard. The pool was quite large with cool refreshing looking water. She was laying on a chaise lounge, her swimsuit was nowhere to be seen. One of the first things I noticed was, no tan lines. Her breasts were not overly large or small, just a perfect pair with quarter size nipples. Further down was a one inch wide patch of black pubic hair that just covered her slit. "Come on, take off your clothes, the water is waiting for us." she said. With that I stripped off all my clothes. When I removed my shorts my cock sprang out in almost full erection.

"It sure looks like you need to cool off" she said. Then she got up and dived into the pool. I followed and the coolness of the water almost took my breath away. When I surfaced she was floating near by, her tits jutting above the water and the nipples were hard.

I rolled over on my back and she pointed and said "It looks like you have a periscope there." I looked down and saw my cock sticking up above the water. Instead of shrinking it had become fully erect, all 7 inches of it. "I'll bet you can't catch me" she said and then took off swimming for the other end of the pool. With several strong strokes I had almost caught her when she suddenly disappeared. The next thing I knew I could feel a hand around my cock. I put my head underwater and there she was with a smile on her face. She then moved closer to me and took my cock in her mouth. The warmth of her mouth and the coolness of the water almost set me off but I managed to not explode yet. She surfaced then and said "lets go up and lay out for a while and dry off."

We climbed out of the pool and spread some cushions and towels on the cement around the pool. She laid down next to me and then started kissing me. Slowly she worked her way down to my chest and then started sucking on my nipples. I had never had anyone do that before and it felt like someone was shooting an electrical charge from my nipples to my balls. After a few minutes of this she continued on south to my navel where she inserted her tongue as far as it would go. By this time her hands were playing with my cock and balls.

Next she was at my cock but instead of putting it in her mouth she moved it to one side and started nipping at my scrotum. She then took first one ball in her mouth and sucked it was another feeling that I had never felt before. Most women just manhandle a guy's balls but this one was sucking it into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it. Then she took the other one in her mouth. I asked her if she could take both of them but she said they were too large to fit in her mouth at once. Suddenly she switched positions so that her pussy was right in my face. "Eat my pussy" she said and then took the entire length of my cock down her throat. I reached up with both hands and spread the lips of her cunt open. It glistened with moisture and then I put my tongue in her hole. The taste was wonderful, it tasted so fresh and clean. I slid my tongue along her slit until I found her clit, I then sucked it into my mouth as though it were a tiny penis. Her clit was actually over one inch long and had a head on it like a cock.

As I was doing this she started to grind her pussy into my face and I knew she was almost ready to cum. I myself was almost ready to cum from her sucking my cock. She suddenly let out a series of moans as she reached her climax. Her throat muscles contracted around my cock and I let loose with one of the biggest loads of cum I had ever shot. There was so much that it ran out of her mouth and down my sac before dropping on the towel I was laying on. When we both recovered she said "Let's go for a swim and then I want you to fuck me." We swam for a little while then got back up on the edge of the pool. We laid down on the cushions and towels and started playing around. She played with my cock and balls again as I fingered her slit and pussy. I put my finger up her hole and then took it out and replaced it with my thumb. Because of the way the thumb tilts in a womans pussy it is easy to find her G spot. When you do this they will start to thrash around and moan and then reach another orgasm. "Put your cock in me you fucker" she said, "I want to feel it all the way up my pussy until you hit my cervix. Come on, fuck me hard, I want you to fill my womb with all your cum."

I had never had a woman talk to me like this, mostly they just laid there as I slid my cock in and out of them until I shot a load of cum inside them. This was really a first time. My cock slid in and out of her, faster and faster, suddenly I felt the tension in my balls and knew I was going to explode. I shoved my cock as far into her as I could and then let loose with what seem liked a gallon of cum.

I laid there with my cock buried inside her until it shrank and finally slipped out. I looked at her cunt and saw a stream of cum trickling down over her ass hole.

"You'll have to work on your car more often so you can come over and going swimming." she said.

-Story by Tommy T.

An Open Marriage

Marriage was once sup¬posed to mean fidelity — that is, sex only with your spouse and no one else. But it no longer means that and probably never did. Even in the 1940s, the Kinsey Report found up to 40 percent of women and 90 percent of men having sex outside their marriages, and today the figures are even higher The real issue is not whether married couples have sex outside their marriages. Most do. The real issue is whether they are open with each other about it. When they are open about it, we might say they have an “open marriage.”

Several years ago open marriage burst on the scene as a revolutionary new life-style. Open marriage is different from swinging in that swingers usually go to events together as a couple. There they have sex with other swingers, after which they return to a monogamous life until the next swinging event. People in an open marriage consider themselves free to date other people independently of their spouse. Thus a man with an open marriage might have an ongoing affair with one other woman, or might sleep with various women, and a woman with an open marriage might sleep with various other men.

The first thought that comes to mind when hearing about open marriage is, What about jealousy? The original advocates of open marriage claimed that jeal¬ousy was not a natural human response, but rather was something we learn and that we can unlearn. Years of experimentation and a close look at other cultures suggest that they were wrong. Jealousy is natural and is not about to go away.

A recent survey showed that of all the people who have extramarital sex to¬day, only 15 percent tell their spouse about it. The other 85 percent have dis¬covered it’s better to keep their extramarital affairs quiet. What their spouse doesn’t know won’t hurt him or her. The first question that comes up in open marriage is jealousy. If, realistically, it is always going to be there, how do people handle it? To find out, we spoke to Mark and Edna, a couple who have had an open marriage for over five years. We asked them about jealousy.

“Ten years ago everybody was saying jealousy was something you could get over,” Mark began. “The result was that couples were often brutalizing one an¬other. The husband would have an affair. If his wife was upset about it, he told her there was something wrong with her for being jealous. She then tried to overcome her problem. The thing I have noticed about most of the people who worked on the theory that you can overcome jealousy is that they are now divorced.”

We asked what approach Mark and Edna have to jealousy. “A healthy respect for it,” replied Edna. “Right,” continued Mark. “If Edna is upset about something, that’s not the right time for me to see an¬other woman. If she is worried about her weight, it’s not a good idea for me to say: Hey, Edna, when are you going to do something about your weight? By the way, I’ll be home late on Thursday. I have a date with Judith.’ Edna might not react right away, but the long-range result can only be disaster.

“A better approach would be something like: ‘Edna, you’re really looking great these days. I’m tied up with Judith on Thursday, but how about us doing something special on Friday evening?’”

We asked Mark about his affair with Judith. “She was a friend of Edna’s before we got married. She’s really into opera and so am I. Edna hates opera. So Judith and I go to the opera about once a month, and we usually go back to her place for sex afterward. We have our little rituals. First she showers and then I shower and we get under the covers together. I’m really into her breasts. She has large breasts. Edna doesn’t particularly like me to suck on her breasts and I like to do that, so I pay a lot of attention to Judith’s breasts. Sometimes when we fuck she comes before I do, so then I withdraw from her vagina and straddle her and she squeezes her breasts together and I push my penis between them and move back and forth and I come between her breasts. If I’m hot enough I shoot all the way to her face and she catches it in her mouth.”

“Sounds pretty gross to me,’ commented Edna. “That’s why I do it with Judith and not with you,” replied Mark. Buddy and Sally are a really cute young couple. They are full of life and seem to enjoy everything they do. Their first two years of marriage were mono¬gamous, but they enjoyed sex too much to keep it that way. Sally describes a recent affair. “I teach elementary school, and since the principal lives down the street, we car pool. He’s married too, and he’s real good looking. He and his wife don’t have an open marriage, he just cheats. He can’t control himself, and I’m not about to help him.

“He was really nervous about it the first time. He slipped his hand onto my leg while he was driving and tried to make it look like an accident. I slipped my hand between his legs. I had been hot for him for a month, and I was waiting for him to make a move. I thought he was going to drive the car up onto the sidewalk, he was so surprised by my response.

“That afternoon while driving me home he asked if he could take me somewhere for a bite to eat. I suggested we go to my place, since Buddy was still at work, and I could make some sandwiches. We hardly got into the living room before we were both at each other.

“I got my panties off and he got his pants open and his dick out. I lay back on the sofa and he pulled my dress up and away we went. I was really wet and it felt good after all that time. He was so excited that he came right away. He was all apologetic about it, but I said to never mind, that I would fix it, and I got him on his back and took his limp dick in my mouth. It was all sticky from the two of us, but I sucked it clean and kept on sucking while I reached into his pants and got his balls out. I could feel him getting harder while I sucked on him. It didn’t take long. But I wasn’t going to let him come in my mouth. I wanted him inside me. “He got on top of me again, and this time he con¬trolled himself better. He was really good, with long, slow strokes, going in real deep and not bumping me hard or anything. I just lay back and let him do it to me with those long, slow strokes. Not like you, Buddy,” she said, turning to her husband. “You’re fast and nervous. You should learn to slow down. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, he was fucking me real slow, and pretty soon I could feel it build up inside me like I was going to pop soon, and I did. I had a real noisy —one. It was a good thing nobody else was around! “He didn’t come, though. He said he liked it so much when I was sucking him, and his wife won’t do that, and could I make him come with my mouth. I said I’d love to, I just wanted to be sure he made me come first. I wasn’t going to get left hanging out to dry without coming during this whole thing.

“So I went down on him again. He was really big and somewhat soft even with his erection, and I liked having him in my mouth. I ran my tongue all around the head and then moved up and down on the shaft, sucking real hard and holding his baggy balls in my hand, and he came, shooting against the back of my mouth. I thought I was going to choke, there was so much of it. It just kept coming out. And it was the second time he had come in less than a half hour. He sure had a lot of stuff in him. No wonder he has five kids.

“He just couldn’t get enough of me for the first month, and I had to keep sucking him off like that. Now it’s not so bad. He comes in when he drops me off every other Thursday and we fuck and I suck him before he goes home. He tells his wife he’s on a committee that meets every other Thursday I don’t know how long he can get away with it. One of these days she’s going to spot his car.” We asked Buddy how he felt about his wife’s extra¬curricular activities every other Thursday. Did it bother him while he worked at the brewery, knowing what she was doing?

“No,” he replied, “but I don’t know if it would matter if it did. Sally is so full of sex, she’s going to do it no matter what I think. But I have no complaints. It takes a little pressure off me. On those Thursday nights she’s satisfied if I fuck her only once. The rest of the week it’s two or three times a night.” We asked if Buddy also has outside sex.

“Yes, but not as much as Sally. Her principal is just one of her boyfriends. There are a couple of women I see every month or so, which is enough for me. Actu¬ally, with all the sex I have with Sally, I don’t have much left. My favorite thing to do when Sally is out on a date at night is to go over to Becky’s house and watch TV and make out a little. We don’t even get our clothes off, just sort of fool around.” For most people today, an open marriage is not a long-term life-style, but rather part of a transition or a period of experimentation. Harold and Ginger were married at eighteen. Neither of them had slept with anyone else before their marriage. “After a few years of being married and observing all the sex going on around me, I began to wonder if we were missing something,” Ginger said. “We really didn’t know much about sex, and other than straight fucking we really didn’t try things. I had read about oral sex and stuff, but we never did it. After a while I got up the nerve to talk to Harold about it and dis¬covered he felt the same way. We discussed it for a few months to fully explore all our feelings, and then decided to open up our marriage. Harold said I should go first, since he didn’t want to be responsible if something went wrong. So I did.

“It didn’t take long. My boss had been making none-too-subtle hints for months, and I just let him know it would be OK. Except we couldn’t figure out where to go. We couldn’t use his house or mine, since we both have kids, and I felt a motel was too tacky, so we ended up on the table in the Xerox room after everyone else left. It was fun. He was real nervous someone would find us, and wanted to keep his clothes on—just open his fly—but I wouldn’t stand for it. I made him take everything off, and I did too. And there we were, as naked as could be, on the table in the Xerox room.

“I guess he wanted to be sure I came, so he went down on me with his mouth. Harold never did that, and at first I couldn’t see why he wanted to lick my pussy, but then it felt so nice and made me tingle all over. He kept doing it until I came. It was the first time I ever came that way. Then I asked him if I could make him come with my mouth, and would he show me how. He told me to be careful not to bite on it with my teeth and showed me how to get the pressure just right. I really got into it, moving my mouth up and down on it.

“Then he said we could do it to each other at the same time. I asked how, so he showed me what he called sixty-nine. I was on my back and he was on top of me. His face was between my legs licking me and his crotch was over my face, his balls hanging down and his thing in my mouth. I loved it, it was so exciting, and all in the Xerox room like that. We both came that way and he came in my mouth, which was wild. I had never tasted it before.

“I really liked that sixty-nine thing and I taught it to Harold right away that night and now we do it all the time.”

We asked how they liked their open marriage. “We did it a lot for about a year, and now we don’t do it much anymore,” Ginger said. “We did it because we felt we were missing something by getting married so early and never even having dated any¬one else. We wanted to experiment and learn new things. We sure learned a lot. It was like taking a post¬graduate course. We learned about oral sex and vibrators and all kinds of sex toys. Our sex life together is much more interesting now.”