Straight Female / 38
Men, and some women, pay me a lot of money for sex. I enjoy it. I cared about taking care of my clients and I am good at conversation, comfort and most certainly sex. The thing is, I couldn't get a date in high school or college. No guys ever tried to pick me up. None asked my friends about me, no one cared at all to even consider me. I met a man at work at 25, he showed interest. I lost my virginity to him and we were married. Four years ago, during tough financial and relationship times, a man I know said that he knew of several married women paying the bills with sex. He gave me a number to call. I said no way but he told me to keep the number I did.
Six months later I called it. I met with a a guy who asked for lingerie photos and asked me my sexual history, any kinks, experiences. He liked that I was married and "fresh." Two nights later I'm being driven to a hotel. The driver tells me what to do. I meet a guy in his fifties. He hands me an envelope and a drink. We talk for awhile. He touched me. I'm a nervous wreck. I picture him being my husband. During sex he tells me if he wanted to fuck his wife he would have. He gets rough. I get rough. I suck his dick like a slut would. he tells me to touch myself. I do and I cum while he stokes himself. Then he fucks me again and makes me cum. He asked if he can cum in my mouth, I nod and he does. I swallowed every drop. First load I've ever swallowed I was paid for. I gave the driver head too because his advise got me through the damn night and he was a nice guy.
That was it. I started fucking for money. A few times I fucked younger men but it was almost always guys in their fifties and sixties and I enjoyed every minute of it. A girl that no one wanted to date and here I was getting paid really good money to fuck. I would have fucked for free back before I met my husband but now I like making money to make my men and I feel good. An my husband knows I meet men and that I dress sexy but he thinks I'm an erotic model. He has no idea I actually fuck my clients. Such is my life.
Six months later I called it. I met with a a guy who asked for lingerie photos and asked me my sexual history, any kinks, experiences. He liked that I was married and "fresh." Two nights later I'm being driven to a hotel. The driver tells me what to do. I meet a guy in his fifties. He hands me an envelope and a drink. We talk for awhile. He touched me. I'm a nervous wreck. I picture him being my husband. During sex he tells me if he wanted to fuck his wife he would have. He gets rough. I get rough. I suck his dick like a slut would. he tells me to touch myself. I do and I cum while he stokes himself. Then he fucks me again and makes me cum. He asked if he can cum in my mouth, I nod and he does. I swallowed every drop. First load I've ever swallowed I was paid for. I gave the driver head too because his advise got me through the damn night and he was a nice guy.
That was it. I started fucking for money. A few times I fucked younger men but it was almost always guys in their fifties and sixties and I enjoyed every minute of it. A girl that no one wanted to date and here I was getting paid really good money to fuck. I would have fucked for free back before I met my husband but now I like making money to make my men and I feel good. An my husband knows I meet men and that I dress sexy but he thinks I'm an erotic model. He has no idea I actually fuck my clients. Such is my life.
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