“Thank you, so I’ve been told.”
“How much?” he asked dejectedly but unable to walk away from the opportunity.
I still hadn’t set prices so I tossed out a meager, “Three hundred.”
“I’ll have to go back into the store and use the ATM. Wait for me?”
“I’m all yours.”
I sat in my car til he returned. “Where to?”
He’d already worked out the details in his head, “The motel across the street. I’ll go ahead and get a room and you can follow me in.”
I did as instructed and as I began taking my clothes off in the room he said, “Can I do that?”
“Sure, whatever you want except kindly leave the cash on the nightstand.”
“I’m Brett,” he said, taking the cash from his wallet and unbuttoning my shirt.
“I’m Haley, and I love the way you’re undressing me. So very sexy.”
“A girl like you needs to be caressed,” he whispered, making me slightly regret my no dating policy. He was tender and made me happy to spread my legs for him. But before he could penetrate me he went for dinner at the Y. It didn’t seem dutiful but something he wanted to do. He pulled my panty crotch aside and went down on me. His tongue was large and agile and I was wet and only getting wetter. After I came he looked up at me with my pussy juices slathered all over his face, “Good for you?”
“Oh soooo good that I’m wondering who’s paying who?”
He laughed, “A girl like you needs to be caressed,” he repeated, “and now I’m going to take my reward.” As gentle as he’d been to me was conversely how energetic and dominating he was once he decided to fuck me.
He didn’t pull off my panties he ripped them off me, literally tearing them apart. Once unimpeded he fucked me like he had someplace else he needed to be.
It was urgent and forceful and I came easily for the second time. He was a beast and I loved it. “My pussy is hot for you. Fuck me, baby!” I could feel him getting close, the many positions, the sweat bonding our bodies, his cock beginning to swell inside me. I dug my fingernails into his back.
“I’m cumming in your mouth, Haley.” No sooner said than his cock was in my mouth and the spunk filled me up. I swallowed twice and still he shot more. It felt like he hadn’t been laid in awhile and this was the buildup release.
“You’re so beautiful, Haley, even with a mouthful of cum.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“No, Haley I’m totally nuts for you. Please go out with me.”
“Brett, now listen to me. You bought me for sex and it was wonderful but that’s the end of it for now. You can hire me again but I’m not going to be your girlfriend.”
He was crestfallen and I felt sad for him but I immediately thought that if I capitulated to every crush that came my way I’d be somebody’s wife in a heartbeat and that would be the end of my play days.
I didn’t want that. At least not for now. The idea of sex for hire excited me and I loved the negotiation. I loved fucking guy’s brains out. I loved being desired.
And so, Brett became my first regular…
On my way home I stopped at a local craft brewery. I like beer and have a special fondness for India Pale Ales. I went into the brewery even though I knew I’d be hit on because I was pleasing to look at and drinking alone. Two factors men feel compelled to insert themselves in.
I was looking to be by myself and veg out.
I just wanted to mindlessly enjoy the beer but I figured I could say no as well as yes so I took a shot. I will list in order the sequence of intrusions.
Intruder 1: Tall guy, sweet affect really but boring as hell. “You like IPA’s? I’m kind of a porter guy. Baltic porters mainly.”
Intruder 2: A grammar corrector continually bringing up nitpicky nonsense with my sentences. I suggested that to save our mutual sanity he stop talking to me.
Intruder 3: Overly complimentary guy who wanted to impress me with his knowledge of fashion. “You would look fabulous in (fill in the blank), neglecting to mention that I already looked fabulous in what I was wearing.
Intruder 4: The bartender spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning the bar around me and flipping out one liners trying to make me laugh. He’s thinking maybe I go home with him?
Intruder 5: Fairly good looking guy who bravely admitted that he sat next to me thinking he might get lucky. I fucked him in the bathroom stall, no charge. Must have been that second beer.
Finally it was closing time and I was the last customer standing and I might have mentioned to the bartender (Intruder 4) that I had sex for money. Surprised but game he pulled three hundred out of the till, locked the front door and fucked me on a cocktail table.
That about sums up my first day on the new job. With any new job there’s a period of awkwardness that had to be sorted out until things were running smoothly. I had to get used to some pretty kinky lifestyles and fetishes and, well, as it turned out, looking in the mirror, I found a pretty kinky girl underneath the cute.
So, these are my adventures getting used by an endless parade of horny guys and a few girls. I love writing about it since every sexy memory leads to me pleasuring myself. Mmmmmmm.
Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to walk my dog, Sasha, and put on a show in my black tights.
Fuck me, baby?
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