Accidental Prostitute MF
By David Lavenham
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My name is Emily. I am 20 and have been a
prostitute (or hooker is you prefer) for just over 2 years. I kind of fell in
to it I guess, and charging for what I would probably do anyway seemed like
money for nothing.
I was pretty sexually active before I went
to Uni. But once I was there, with a college room of my own and no parents
nearby I guess I kind of went a bit wild. Put it down to a reaction against a
strict upbringing! I had a fantastic time, partying the whole time and getting
laid most nights. I am not joking when I say my first paid sex was
unintentional. I was at a party, dirty dancing with a great looking guy,
grinding against him, feeling his hard cock through his jeans rub me as we
danced.
Do you want to go somewhere a little more
private? He whispered in my ear.
What on a first date? I joked.
He looked a bit worried at that.
Hey Im only joking, I reassured him.
Your place or mine, He asked
Mine, Its only a short walk.
He held me tight and kissed me hard, his
right hand slipping between us and grabbing my left tit.
Not so fast buddy, Im quality merchandise
to be cherished I joked, you could never afford me!
£50 enough? he asked
Done! I said and led him off the dance floor.
That was it. I thought it was just a joke,
part of the sexually charged banter between us, but when I woke the next
morning with a sore pussy and a warm post coital glow I found £50 on the pillow
and no sign of my lover!
I thought it was a great story. I even
joked about it with some of my girlfriends. But at the back of my mind I kept
thinking that was a hell of a lot easier to earn than the pittance I get for waitressing.
..
The next time it was less of an accident.
Another party, this time at a friends house. It had
been a bad day at the restaurant, I had a bust up with the manager and I ended
up getting fired. I was worried about how I would find a new job to pay for my
education so to make things feel better I got steaming drunk. I could barely
stand as I danced and I guess he thought I would be easy.
Do you want to go upstairs? he asked.
£20 oral, £50 for a fuck, I slurred. Why
I said it I dont know, but I did and next thing I was sitting in a pile of
coats in a bedroom with his dick in my mouth.
It didnt take long to bring him off, and,
as I felt the last of his hot cum slip down my throat he handed me £20.
Thanks, he mumbled as he left.
I just sat there and stared at the note.
First I smiled to myself, but soon I began to feel wretched. What had I done? I
had just sucked a guy off for money. I began to cry.
A few minutes later there was a gentle
knock at the door. I dried my eyes and tried to compose myself a little. Another knock.
Hello?
I croaked
The door opened and a tall blond guy came
in looking a bit embarrassed. You OK? he asked.
Fucking marvellous, I replied, trying to
sound caustic.
I have
well
I was
well I was just
um
. talking to Dave and he
well
. he said
..
He said I gave him head for £20, I
interrupted angrily
Well, yes
and well.
I noticed the money in his hand.
You want a blow job too?
Well actually, I was hoping to
well, you
know
Fuck me?
Well
I guess
Oh for fuck sake get on with it.
I took the money from his hand, pulled off
my panties and lay back on the pile of coats with my skirt round my waist legs
open and eyes closed.
I felt his dick enter me a few seconds
later. He pumped and groaned for a few minutes and then mumbled oh yes under
his breath before filling me with his cum.
Without saying anything he pulled his dick
out with an audible plop and a few seconds later I heard the door close behind
him.
I was still laying
on the bed with my eyes closed when there was another knock.
This time it was a short stocky gut I
recognised from my Economics class.
I
er
well,
he stammered.
I was drunk and angry.
Oh for fuck sake, do you want to fuck me
or just oral?
He handed me £20.
Less than an hour later I rejoined the
party. I had a belly full of sperm, a sore pussy and £210 stuffed in my pocket.
.
The following morning I had one hell of a
hang over, but a little retail therapy did marvels. I should have felt guilty
about my behaviour, but I didnt. In fact it thrilled me a little. And for the
first time in ages I could afford some nice things.
..
A few days later I was coming out of the
Economics lecture when I saw him. My stomach did a little flip as he cam over to me.
Hi, he said, Thanks for Saturday.
No problem
What are you doing later?, he asked.
That was it. I gave him my address and that
lunch time he paid a visit.
I was sober this time and more in control.
He wanted to fuck so I took his money and stripped.
I helped him undress, stroked him hard and
slipped a condom over his dick. It was business now so I groaned a little (he
wasnt great so I had to fake it) and gave him a little hug when he left.
Business kind of grew from there. I
invested in a second business mobile, put a couple of cryptic ads in the
windows of local newsagents and I was soon pulling in a few hundred quid a
week.
Most times it was fine, usually students,
sometimes business men, occasionally lonely old men. If I didnt like the sound
of a punter I would tell them I was busy and most of the time I even managed to
enjoy the sex.
My first bad experience was with a drunk.
He sounded OK on the phone but by the time he got to my room he was behaving
aggressively. I tried to throw him out but he threw me to the bed and raped me.
It really shook me up and I even gave up for a few weeks, but eventually the
lure of easy money drew me back.
..
Over the months it became routine, just
like any other job. I spent a couple of hours a day, more at weekends, in my
room fucking. I had a few regular punters and was used to a steady income. I
had assumed that no-one had figured out what I was up to, but I was wrong.
I was with a punter when the note came
under the door. He was well hung and I was enjoying his huge dick filling my
pussy to much to notice, but when He had gone I saw the official college
notepaper. It was a letter from my Senior Tutor requesting a meeting.
.
I was shitting myself as I knocked on his
office door.
Enter he bellowed.
I had only met him twice before. He as a big fat slug of a man with an evil reputation. As I
entered he peered over the top of his glasses, looking me up and down like
something that had just crawled out of the gutter.
I took a step into the room.
Door! he said nodding behind me. I turned
and shut he door.
Sit he instructed, nodding to the chair
next to his desk. He was treating me like a fucking kid.
I will get straight to the point, He
swung his chair round and stared straight into my eyes. I believe you are
conducting an unorthodox business venture from college premises.
If I hadnt been so scared I would have
laughed out loud. Pompous little twat, I thought.
I do not wish to dwell on the detail, he
continued, suffice to say this is a most serious matter that could lead to you
being expelled
I went cold, it was my worst nightmare.
What would I tell my folks?
Do you deny that you have been conducting,
er, lets say liaisons in your room in exchange for
money?
Yes, well no, I mean, I
.
This is a most serious matter,
he mumbled looking down at some papers on his desk, Most serious, he
repeated, getting up from his desk and walking to the window.
He stood there silent for a while before
turning back to look at me.
Perhaps, he said as he walked over to
where I was sitting, I f we could could come to some
kind of , er, arrangement.
His hand touched my shoulder before he let his fingers slip down across the
material of my t-shirt, coming to rest on my left breast.
So this was what he wanted!
Still sitting I put my hand on his crotch,
feeling his little dick swell under my touch.
Unzipped his fly and eased his dick out before slipping it into my
mouth.
So my senior tutor became my pimp. He let
me continue in exchange for weekly visits. He was a kinky sod and the only
punter I let fuck me in the ass, but what the hell, it was only business.
By David Lavenham
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