He told me he’d never forgotten me. He’d never stopped loving me. But he understood that I didn’t feel the same way. I didn’t want to rekindle a romance that had been dead for well over a decade. He understood that I wasn’t the same person he had loved so much.
But he could help me if I let him. He knew I needed money. He knew I had lost my job and I couldn’t pay my bills. I couldn’t even make rent. So he made me an offer: he’d cover my rent in exchange for one hour of my time, during which I would be his sexual slave.
I was taken aback by the boldness of the offer. Shocked by it. I probably should’ve been repulsed or infuriated, but a part of me was intrigued and even a little aroused. And then I felt ashamed for feeling even the slightest bit aroused by the offer.
But ultimately, I agreed. I didn’t really have much of a choice. I needed the money that badly. If I didn’t need the money, I don’t know if I would’ve agreed to it.
Regardless of why I agreed to do it, once I made my decision, I surrendered wholly to the forbidden arousal. I accepted the fact that I wanted to be his sexual slave. Thinking about being at his mercy, surrendering control, and serving him gave me a stronger sexual charge than I had ever felt before.
He wasn’t coming for days, but being his hooker was all I could think about. I’d dress up in my sluttiest dresses and lingerie and practice little strip teases in front of the mirror. I’d watch myself undress. I’d watch as I caressed my breasts. Pinched my nipples. Massaged my clit. And I’d watch the look on my face as I came.
He seemed as excited about using me as his slave as I was to be his slave. He’d send me explicit texts, explaining exactly what he was going to do to me. He promised to be rough on me. He promised to pull my hair, smack my ass, and make me gag on his cock. I told him he could do whatever he wanted to me. I wanted to make sure he got his money worth.
And then he asked for a video. A little preview of coming attractions. He didn’t tell me what to do, but I knew what I wanted to show him. I got naked and sat in front of the camera on my laptop. I put on my nipple clamps and pressed record. I rubbed my clit, yanked on the chain connecting my nipple clamps, and fucked myself with a vibrator until I came. Then I smiled, enjoying the waves of pleasure flowing through my body, blew a kiss to the camera, and stopped the recording.
He told me he enjoyed my cinematic debut. He couldn’t wait to see the live show, but until then, he had something to help satiate his desire.
When the night finally arrived, I was both anxious and excited. Just getting ready turned me on. I put on a skintight dress with a skirt that was too short to be worn in public. I slipped on a pair of fishnet thigh-high stockings and g-string panties. I didn’t bother with a bra. I completed the ensemble with a pair of black boots with spiked heels.
When I heard him knocking, I anxiously opened the door and gave him a nervous hello. He smiled, returned my hello, looked me up and down, and nodded his approval. I returned his smile, feeling somewhat at ease. After all, he wasn’t a stranger. He was someone I had once loved. I offered him a beer, he accepted, and sat down on the couch.
I took a swig of my own beer, walked to where he was sitting, and stood in front of him. Not knowing what to do, I began to feel a little self-conscious.
But he got straight down to business. He gave me an intense stare before issuing his first order, “Pull down the straps of your dress.”
I obeyed and slowly pulled down each strap, exposing my breasts.
“Play with breasts for me.”
I held my breasts and lifted them slightly, caressing each of my nipples with my thumbs. The pleasure I felt erased my self-consciousness. I whined slightly as I gave each nipple a pinch.
“Take off your dress.”
I began to take my boots off, but he stopped me.
“No just the dress. Leave the boots on.”
I took off my dress and began playing with my breasts again.
“Now take off your panties.”
I did as I was told.
“Come closer to me so I can touch you.”
I stepped closer to him. I stared at his hands as he ran them over my breasts. I whimpered softly as he squeezed each nipple. I watched as he ran his hands down my stomach and inhaled sharply as he reached my vagina.
He smiled. “You’re so wet.”
I responded by gently rocking against his hand.
“Not yet,” he teased, “I’m going to make you wait.”
He took his hand away and stood up. He was just inches from me. My bare breasts touched his shirt as he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. His erect cock flopped against my stomach. He issued his next order before I had a chance to touch it.
“Get on your knees.”
He didn’t have to tell me what to do next. I kissed up one side of his shaft and down the other before slowly taking him into my mouth. I worked my way up and down his shaft enjoying the sounds of his pleasure.
He grew impatient with me, grabbed me by my hair and forced my head so far down his shaft he made me gag. Then he held my head in place and fucked my mouth. I gagged, drooled and felt like I couldn’t catch my breath, but I loved being under his power.
He pulled me off his dick and forced me to look into his eyes.
“Now play with yourself.”
I rubbed my clit as I watched him finish undressing and put on a condom. I was close to cumming by the time he issued his next order.
“Get on all fours and turn around.”
I gasped as he touched my pussy. Moaned as he rubbed my clit. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to demand he fuck me right away, but I resisted. It was my job to serve him.
I didn’t have to wait long before he gave me what I wanted. He plunged into me, causing me to yell out in pleasure. He fucked me hard and deep, making my ass shake, hitting me in the right spot each time, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
And then he stopped and got his knees.
“Sit on it.”
With my ass to him, I sat on his cock. The pleasure was so intense I could barely move.
He wouldn’t stand for it.
“Fuck that cock.”
I slid up and down his cock. He grabbed my waist and controlled the tempo. I told him I was going to cum. He responded by stopping abruptly.
“You don’t cum until I say you can cum.”
He then laid on his back and told me to get on top. I got on my knees and bounced on his dick as hard as I could. He pinched my nipples and again I felt like I was going to cum. I begged him to let me come, but again he denied me.
“Get on all fours again. I’m going to fuck that big, round ass now.”
He slowly pushed himself into my ass. He began by thrusting slowly before increasing tempo.
“Play with yourself. I want you to make yourself cum while I fuck you in the ass.”
I rubbed my clit while being rocked by each powerful thrust. I focused on the pleasure I was bringing myself. My moans became louder and louder as I came closer and closer to orgasm. I was nearly screaming when I told him I was going to cum.
He responded by growling, “I’m going to cum in your ass.”
We came at almost the same moment and then collapsed onto the floor together. My orgasm was so intense I could barely speak and I didn’t want to. I wanted to enjoy the pleasure that I felt from the tips of toes to the top of my head. I felt high. I had never felt anything like it before and I never wanted that feeling to end.
Eventually, he groaned, got up, and got dressed. I wanted to tell him to stay and hang out, but I resisted the temptation. I reminded myself that I was his hooker and nothing more. I had never wanted a relationship with him. I fucked him for the money, which he paid me before saying a somewhat awkward goodbye.
And that’s how I got my start. That’s how I discovered my love for performing sexual acts for money. After that, I decided to take on a couple more clients and my popularity has increased over time. And now, I never have trouble making rent.