I am a prostitute

[Kate1109]

Since childhood, she was raised in a decent family in a provincial town. School with a medal, institute with honors. First sex after 3 years of relationship at 22 years old. Always decent and shy. But one day I moved to a big city to work and live.
Well, more and more often on lonely evenings, my secret thoughts and fantasies began to visit me. And there was a wide variety of them, from BDSM to group sex. But what turned me on most of all was the thought that I had become a prostitute. Every time I masturbated, I imagined being bought for sex for one time. That such a pleasant and interesting girl is being used by a man I don’t know just to get off.
And then one day in the evening I came across a telegram chat with a sexual orientation. While I was reading it I became very excited. And I see some man sent a message to the chat with the following content: “Girls, who will give a blowjob in a car in the north of the city for 2k?”
I don’t know how, but despite my cowardice, I wrote to him that I could. I created a left telegram account for privacy. He asked for a photo, I took some of my usual photos, having previously covered up my face. In response: “Okay, write the address.” I wrote the address of the neighboring house, he said that he would be there in half an hour.
And then I realized what I had done. It’s one thing to imagine yourself as a prostitute, another thing to become one... The pulse quickened, a state of some kind of panic. I turned the phone off and on 3 times. And then a message comes: “I drove up, stood at the 3rd entrance, silver minivan, number so and so.”
I’m sitting dressed and for some reason it’s scary to walk and somehow uncomfortable in front of a person. I think, okay, I’ll go out.
I go down the stairs and my legs just give way. I went out and it was dark and fresh outside. I quietly went to the neighboring house and saw some kind of gray car with its headlights on. I decided to walk nearby to see who was sitting there. And approaching the car, I already decided to turn around, since it was some kind of ancient minivan with rust, when a man got out of it and said, “What took you so long, sit in the back seat.”
It was too late to leave and that’s all nervously, she sat in the back seat, and he sat next to her. It was dark, but you could see him a little. This is a nightmare, overweight, like a slightly swollen man of about 50. The car is full of smoke.
He asks me: “Why are you shaking? Drug addict? Show me your hands." I rolled up my sleeves to my elbows and said that I was cold. He didn’t even look much, he just said: “You look good for an auto-fairy, let’s get started.”
He began to stretch his fly and lowered his jeans. I saw a small penis, covered in hair and even without an erection, and I just froze.
He said: “Well, what are you looking at, start!”
I began to approach his penis and felt the pungent smell of sweat and urine and was about to move away mechanically, but he raised his flaccid penis with one hand and opened the head, and with the other he held my head. And now it’s already in my mouth. The taste was as disgusting as the smell, sour and salty, very concentrated. I don’t understand how my gag reflex didn’t work; most likely, my brain just turned off. I mechanically began to move my tongue over the head and wrap my lips around it. I felt that his erection was growing and his penis had already completely filled my mouth. The taste was no longer so terrible; the large amount of saliva that I released apparently diluted or washed away this taste. I moved very quickly and jerkily. I had absolutely no excitement, no thoughts at all, I just unconsciously sucked. I don’t even know how long I did this.
And of course, the moment of its end came completely suddenly for me. When his dick was in my mouth he came right next to my throat. And at that moment I took a breath. I even lost my breath; I realized that I was choking. I started coughing, I suddenly raised my head and coughed, trying to breathe. Immediately he shouted, “Why are you stupid? You’ve splashed everything on me here. Stop coughing.”
After about 20 seconds I was released, I see that my entire sweater is splattered with sperm because of my cough, especially my right hand, which I was covering with. And my left hand was also completely covered in sperm, since I was holding his penis with it. There are tears running down my face because the sperm got into the wrong throat.
And he looks at me and blubbers: “Fucked up, I couldn’t swallow, how am I supposed to put on my pants now, look at the seat. I’ll have to ruin my hat."
He reached over and took out some kind of greasy hat from the front armrest and began to rub his crotch and the seat next to him. Then he handed me this smeared hat so that I, too, could dry myself and throw it away. I just took it in my hand and think it’s time to leave. He began to button his pants and took money out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I took them into my sperm-slick hand. I reached for the handle to get out, but he shouted: “Don’t touch it, you’ll get it dirty.” I even jumped. He came out and, lighting a cigarette, opened the door for me. I left and walked towards the house, even forgetting to say goodbye.
I approach the entrance, and a lantern is burning above the entrance and I see how my clothes are all smeared with sperm, sleeves, collars, palms, fingers and chin. I took my hand into my jeans for the key and smeared them some more.
Finally, I went into the apartment, turned on the light and saw myself in the mirror and realized that I was very lucky that I didn’t meet anyone at the entrance.
Not only were there traces of dried sperm on my face and sweater, but there was also some on my hair. While I was coughing in the car, my mascara started running. And in his hands is an old greasy hat and 500 ruble bills. My mouth tastes like unwashed dick. I looked at the money and there were only 3 bills of 500 rubles each. That is, I sucked off an adult, scary, unfamiliar man in a car like the cheapest prostitute.
And then excitement came over me again, I took off my jeans and panties, lay down on the bed on my back, put these 1500 rubles on my chest on finished sweater and started masturbating. And in less than a minute I had such a powerful orgasm that I almost lost consciousness. I have never had such a strong feeling before.
After lying there for about 5 minutes, I began to realize what I had done. There was some kind of heaviness from the realization that I had sunk to the level of a road prostitute. That this is no longer a fantasy, now I have to live with it.
I immediately thought, I need to go to the shower and everything will pass. She took off her sweater and threw it in the trash and his hat in the same place. She stood in the shower, continuously rinsing her mouth with mouth balm. I stood there for probably 20 minutes, sometimes just freezing.
Then I went to bed and wanted to cry so bad. I came across the worst option for realizing my fantasy. And this taste was not washed off with toothpaste or balm. I was disgusted with myself.
Over time, this event blurred in my memory and no longer seems so terrible, moreover, I still sometimes masturbate remembering this evening.
What is What is your opinion about me after reading my story?

[AlexTDV]

no, just a slut in a good way)

[Milena69]

What’s wrong with that, I gave a blow job and that’s fine, continue if it excites you so much)))

[-AlexNova-]

Prostitutes are those who lay down their lives for a salary, working for their uncle (aunt). And you just fulfilled your fetish. And I’m not talking about “once is not a fagot.” You can do this for the rest of your life. Someone sucks for going to a cafe, someone for a gift of a car or phone, someone for a promise to marry, someone for a kindly open door or for a suddenly presented bouquet of flowers... And why are they not considered whores, because before did they also receive benefits in advance in some form?
One of the main indicators of growing up is indifference to the opinions of others. The grandmothers on the bench are all drug addicts and whores, and only they are good and fluffy. But who cares about their opinion?
P.S. There’s even a joke: if a girl gives it right away, then she’s a whore... and if she doesn’t give it, then she’s a whore!? What I mean is that if someone wants to consider you a whore, they will do it in any case, regardless of your actions. But as I understand in your fetish, you yourself want it (sometimes). So everything is fine The main thing is not to worry!

[Rainmaker]

Prostitutes are those who lay down their lives for a salary, working for their uncle (aunt). And you just fulfilled your fetish. And I’m not talking about “once is not a fagot.” You can do this for the rest of your life. Someone sucks for going to a cafe, someone for a gift of a car or phone, someone for a promise to marry, someone for a kindly open door or for a suddenly presented bouquet of flowers... And why are they not considered whores, because before did they also receive benefits in advance in some form?
One of the main indicators of growing up is indifference to the opinions of others. The grandmothers on the bench are all drug addicts and whores, and only they are good and fluffy. But who cares about their opinion?
P.S. There’s even a joke: if a girl gives it right away, then she’s a whore... and if she doesn’t give it, then she’s a whore!? What I mean is that if someone wants to consider you a whore, they will do it in any case, regardless of your actions. But as I understand in your fetish, you yourself want it (sometimes). So everything is fine The main thing is not to worry!

True to the soul)

[Evgenii7519]

I threw in 500 rubles, does it work? Or is this minus the old cap?

In general, the girl is responsible, the phrases “...and it’s uncomfortable in front of a person..,” Or “...forgetting to say goodbye” mmmmmm it’s so touching))) )

[Everyone]

“It’s better to do and regret than not to do and regret twice” - quote by Grace Hopper

[-AlexNova-]

Of course, only a few people voted: only six. But the votes are already equally divided! It’s interesting that there are so many "moralists" on this site. It seems that this is not an embroidery circle at a monastery, but a targeted site for concerned people (in a good way, without judgment). You can’t come here by accident and be surprised: “Oh, God... what do people write?”

[Tanya]

Prostitutes are those....
....What I mean is that if someone wants to consider you a whore, they will do it in any case, regardless of your actions. But as I understand in your fetish, you yourself want it (sometimes). So everything is fine The main thing is not to worry!

Exactly right, they can label you regardless of what they have for it or not.
Prostitution has now become so blurred in public life that whether we like it or not, very many may or may not be considered them.
I don’t know, of course, for everyone at all, but it seems to me that many at least once in life but acted as a prostitute. So there is nothing terrible about this in the modern world.
https://i.postimg.cc/rpw9yMHY/1.jpg

[bot458]

Exactly right, they can be labeled regardless of whether there is a reason for it or not.
Prostitution has now become so blurred in public life that whether we like it or not, very many can be considered them or not be considered them.
I don’t know about everyone, of course, but it seems to me that many have acted as a prostitute at least once in their lives. So there is nothing scary about this in the modern world.

I hate labels and the fact that people feel, like a topic starter, the need to justify themselves or seek the approval of others. But it’s not terrible, you’re too complacent. This depends on the environment, of course, first of all, but as long as in our society sexuality and any of its manifestations will be considered something, at least, shameful - a negative reaction is inevitable.

[Rabbit]

What is your opinion about me after reading my story?

Negative experience is also experience

[Kate1109]

I’ll probably lift it up

[RANGE_]

Prostitution is the systematic provision of sexual services for compensation.
And here...I just satisfied my curiosity, and also received money.

[Jolly Roger]

I liked the story. I read it with pleasure. Thank you

[Sex coot]

Since childhood, I was raised in a decent family in a provincial town. School with a medal, institute with honors. First sex after 3 years of relationship at 22 years old. Always decent and shy. But one day I moved to a big city to work and live.
Well, more and more often on lonely evenings, my secret thoughts and fantasies began to visit me. And there was a wide variety of them, from BDSM to group sex. But what turned me on most of all was the thought that I had become a prostitute. Every time I masturbated, I imagined being bought for sex for one time. That such a pleasant and interesting girl is being used by a man I don’t know just to get off.
And then one day in the evening I came across a telegram chat with a sexual orientation. While I was reading it I became very excited. And I see some man sent a message to the chat with the following content: “Girls, who will give a blowjob in a car in the north of the city for 2k?”
I don’t know how, but despite my cowardice, I wrote to him that I could. I created a left telegram account for privacy. He asked for a photo, I took some of my usual photos, having previously covered up my face. In response: “Okay, write the address.” I wrote the address of the neighboring house, he said that he would be there in half an hour.
And then I realized what I had done. It’s one thing to imagine yourself as a prostitute, another thing to become one... The pulse quickened, a state of some kind of panic. I turned the phone off and on 3 times. And then a message comes: “I drove up, stood at the 3rd entrance, silver minivan, number so and so.”
I’m sitting dressed and for some reason it’s scary to walk and somehow uncomfortable in front of a person. I think, okay, I’ll go out.
I go down the stairs and my legs just give way. I went out and it was dark and fresh outside. I quietly went to the neighboring house and saw some kind of gray car with its headlights on. I decided to walk nearby to see who was sitting there. And approaching the car, I already decided to turn around, since it was some kind of ancient minivan with rust, when a man got out of it and said, “What took you so long, sit in the back seat.”
It was too late to leave and that’s all nervously, she sat in the back seat, and he sat next to her. It was dark, but you could see him a little. This is a nightmare, overweight, like a slightly swollen man of about 50. The car is full of smoke.
He asks me: “Why are you shaking? Drug addict? Show me your hands." I rolled up my sleeves to my elbows and said that I was cold. He didn’t even look much, he just said: “You look good for an auto-fairy, let’s get started.”
He began to stretch his fly and lowered his jeans. I saw a small penis, covered in hair and even without an erection, and I just froze.
He said: “Well, what are you looking at, start!”
I began to approach his penis and felt the pungent smell of sweat and urine and was about to move away mechanically, but he raised his flaccid penis with one hand and opened the head, and with the other he held my head. And now it’s already in my mouth. The taste was as disgusting as the smell, sour and salty, very concentrated. I don’t understand how my gag reflex didn’t work; most likely, my brain just turned off. I mechanically began to move my tongue over the head and wrap my lips around it. I felt that his erection was growing and his penis had already completely filled my mouth. The taste was no longer so terrible; the large amount of saliva that I released apparently diluted or washed away this taste. I moved very quickly and jerkily. I had absolutely no excitement, no thoughts at all, I just unconsciously sucked. I don’t even know how long I did this.
And of course, the moment of its end came completely suddenly for me. When his dick was in my mouth he came right next to my throat. And at that moment I took a breath. I even lost my breath; I realized that I was choking. I started coughing, I suddenly raised my head and coughed, trying to breathe. Immediately he shouted, “Why are you stupid? You’ve splashed everything on me here. Stop coughing.”
After about 20 seconds I was released, I see that my entire sweater is splattered with sperm because of my cough, especially my right hand, which I was covering with. And my left hand was also completely covered in sperm, since I was holding his penis with it. There are tears running down my face because the sperm got into the wrong throat.
And he looks at me and blubbers: “Fucked up, I couldn’t swallow, how am I supposed to put on my pants now, look at the seat. I’ll have to ruin my hat."
He reached over and took out some kind of greasy hat from the front armrest and began to rub his crotch and the seat next to him. Then he handed me this smeared hat so that I, too, could dry myself and throw it away. I just took it in my hand and think it’s time to leave. He began to button his pants and took money out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I took them into my sperm-slick hand. I reached for the handle to get out, but he shouted: “Don’t touch it, you’ll get it dirty.” I even jumped. He came out and, lighting a cigarette, opened the door for me. I left and walked towards the house, even forgetting to say goodbye.
I approach the entrance, and a lantern is burning above the entrance and I see how my clothes are all smeared with sperm, sleeves, collars, palms, fingers and chin. I took my hand into my jeans for the key and smeared them some more.
Finally, I went into the apartment, turned on the light and saw myself in the mirror and realized that I was very lucky that I didn’t meet anyone at the entrance.
Not only were there traces of dried sperm on my face and sweater, but there was also some on my hair. While I was coughing in the car, my mascara started running. And in his hands is an old greasy hat and 500 ruble bills. My mouth tastes like unwashed dick. I looked at the money and there were only 3 bills of 500 rubles each. That is, I sucked off an adult, scary, unfamiliar man in a car like the cheapest prostitute.
And then excitement came over me again, I took off my jeans and panties, lay down on the bed on my back, put these 1500 rubles on my chest on finished sweater and started masturbating. And in less than a minute I had such a powerful orgasm that I almost lost consciousness. I have never had such a strong feeling before.
After lying there for about 5 minutes, I began to realize what I had done. There was some kind of heaviness from the realization that I had sunk to the level of a road prostitute. That this is no longer a fantasy, now I have to live with it.
I immediately thought, I need to go to the shower and everything will pass. She took off her sweater and threw it in the trash and his hat in the same place. She stood in the shower, continuously rinsing her mouth with mouth balm. I stood there for probably 20 minutes, sometimes just freezing.
Then I went to bed and wanted to cry so bad. I came across the worst option for realizing my fantasy. And this taste was not washed off with toothpaste or balm. I was disgusted with myself.
Over time, this event blurred in my memory and no longer seems so terrible, moreover, I still sometimes masturbate remembering this evening.
What is your opinion about me after reading my story?

The main thing is that it turns you on....and decide for yourself who you are....as for me, depraved lusty slut

[Tanya]

A prostitute is a girl who allows a man to use her body for a monetary reward, that is, this is a frequent repetition of sexual intercourse with different men for a fee. The prostitute is completely indifferent to the personality of the man who demands her body. But she ceases to be a prostitute when she has sexual intercourse with her husband, lover, friend for pleasure.

[Christmas_Christmas]

Kate1109,
interesting))) ... I liked it... cool...

[Eustace]

Natali_Natali, now I understand what the machine is for!

[serssv]

I’d say you’re a slut, but in a good way

[RANGE_]

A prostitute is a girl

Not only... and often not a girl anymore;)

[PavelNokia]

Once it’s not a prostitute. So. I just tried it, nothing serious
Just an experiment

[Sidor]

There was a student in my group, her name was Natasha, I won’t give her last name for obvious reasons. There was a curvaceous girl, blonde, everything was with her, "Chest, legs, ass - without a flaw. And these legs are a happy captivity. A man has never seen a penis," only the nose was a little longer than necessary. Both father and mother are school directors from a decent family near Moscow. In her third year, she contacted the Arabs and disappeared from them for weeks. I don’t know for what reasons she began to “confess” to me. She showed me platinum chains, gold earrings with stones, rings that the Arabs “gave” to her. I no longer knew what to do with her revelations if it weren’t for the army. When he returned two years later, Natasha was no longer in the group. The guys said that she was expelled and she, as in the song to the tune of the cancan:
"...she was a milliner and sewed with satin stitch,
then she went to the theater and became a whore" .
Oh author, is this prostitution???

[Sex coot]

You are a woman who loves extreme sports... sex... variety...