True Story


My Life as a Prostitute (the beginning...)

For a long time now I wanted to open up and share my past life. I don't have many friends, nor family, and as time goes by I feel this urge to tell my story. I am not ashamed of my past. I know I am a prostitute and was used in ways no wife or girlfriend would ever imagine existed, nor would they ever think that men could degrade women in such ways! But I want to go forward with my life, to open a new chapter and go on. I was a very young teen when I had my first man. I was living with an aunt at the time, since my parents were divorced and did not have much time for me. I could practically do as I pleased with my aunt; she did not care what I did as long as I didn't bring her any problems.

Cindy takes her clothes off for the camera

Almost every man wants to take naked pictures of his wife and or girlfriend, perhaps both. Most men have at some time managed to get a few photos. In today's world of digital cameras and camera phones, it's easy. Before that, there were polaroids and as long as you were comfortable with the knowledge that the guys at the photo lab were jerking off to naked pictures of your wife, you could take regular pictures too. I started dating Cindy before the digital age. Cindy had fucked both me and others, sucked on cock, and even swallowed cum. Yet, she wouldn't let me take naked pictures of her. Not even pictures of those cute little tits of hers.

In the arse

'Come on let me shave your arse it's too hairy' I was standing naked in the bathroom having just shaved my face. Golden was looking at me with a cheeky grin on her face and holding the razor and shaving gel. She was wearing a pink bra and pink knickers and looked sexy as hell. 'Come on' she said pointing at the low bench in the bathroom, 'lie over that'. No use arguing I thought and obediently lay on the bench with my arse right in front of her. I felt the wet shave gel being rubbed around my hole until it made a nice lather. It was a nice feeling and my dick started to stiffen under my belly.

Cindy's Evening out

Cindy and I had been married for a while, friends became more, we had even gone to a few swinger parties and clubs, also nude beaches and resorts. I have had and I suspect that Cindy has had a couple of "adventures" beyond that. Every once in a while an "opportunity" comes along to do something a little more adventurous. And, this is not the story of a little evening of playing and swapping fuckbuddies. When looking for a vacation home, we met up with a sexy vibrant real estate agent named Jennie. She took us around and we told her we wanted a private pool where we and guests could smim nude, perhaps more than just swim.

Paying for Sex

I'm alone on the road, a travelling business man far from home. Picture me in my gray suit and briefcase driving from town to town, rushing to keep appointments, pressured to make a sale, trying to keep my chin and my spirits up day after day. Imagine the tired, weary executive who doesn't get to go home at the end of his work day. No, instead I'm eating dinner each night in a different diner, a faceless nobody at the counter or a solitary customer in some oversized booth with my newspaper and my meal. I'm sleeping in a strange bed in some anonymous inn. Then the next morning I move on, hitting the road again and heading down the highway to my next destination. It gets old real quick.

Penelope's Kiss

Summer vacation with Uncle Gus was a flavor, a spice that seasoned my sense of time and place. A woman taught me this, a tall, dark-haired gal who took me on a tour around the Mediterranean one night in her kitchen. Some say vacation is a dimension of leisure, a filter through which our lives look softer, shinier, more brilliant; but Veronica Watson convinced me that all those appearances can be translated into taste and swallowed. Easier than being transported in a plane or aboard a ship, with customs, passports and all that. "Believe your stomach boy, more than your eyes," she would say with a sultry Southern draw. Damn if she didn't blindfold me and prove the point every time.

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That whole next week I was in a pretty bad mood. I stayed away from people outside of work. At the office I tried to be my cheerful, smiling self, but people could tell I was unhappy. Jennifer, my assistant as well as a confidant, talked to me about it on two different days. "It's obvious something is bothering you," she told me in private. "I'm okay," I told her. "Just a lot of things hitting me at once, but I'll be fine.""We should talk. You'd feel better if you got it off your chest," Jennifer responded. "No, I really don't think so. I'd rather not talk about it. It'll be better in a few days."She was a good friend and didn't force me to talk.

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We didn't have sex in the morning. We had to leave to leave early and ... okay, the main reason was that I was sore. My pussy had quite a workout and I didn't think it could handle any more at the moment. Actually Tom's dick must have been sore as well. He didn't seem that interested even in a hand job. We talked on the way home. We agreed that we did not want a serious relationship. "This is all new to me," I told him. "I don't want to make rash decisions. Plus, you're my boss!"Tom smiled. "And all you really want is a promotion."I slapped his arm, laughing. Then got serious. "You are kidding aren't you?""Of course," he said.

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After our quick - and separate - showers, we dressed hurriedly and emerged from our rooms just about on time. No-one could guess that I had just woken Tom with a sensuous blowjob. But I had slept in his bed after a great evening of sex. So far it was looking like a nice business trip. We were working with different groups at this company, so we weren't together all morning. I was just finishing lunch in the company cafeteria when Tom came in to eat. We found a chance to talk alone, but tried not to act like lovers. "You certainly are looking radiant," he told me. "You just think that because you've had great sex," I said, teasing. "That is certainly true," he answered.

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Doug and I had sex two more times, the first times for me since my husband had passed two years before. I loved it. It was great, I felt so alive again, and now I knew I was fully recovered from my grief. I would never forget, but I was now ready to return to a full life. I also knew I didn't want to stay with Doug permanently. As nice as he was, as good as he had been to me, and as much as I had liked having sex with him, he wasn't the person I wanted to settle down with. Perhaps no-one was. That was something I was still unsure about. I also started to realize I wasn't a prude. I had always thought of myself as a little bit of a prude, except when I was in the bedroom with my husband.