Even to someone as, um, experienced' (read: slut) as me, prostitutes hold a sort of, murky aura of tarnished glamour and mystery. I mean I work in what some people would call the industry' but there's a hell of a lot of difference between giving lap dances for money and actually fucking people for money.
But the last few years of my life have been all about exploring debauchery. And both through my job and my friend Ali I was hearing a lot of stories about doing sex work, and maybe I'm being immature here, but it was all starting to sound kind of exciting to me.
That's not to say I wanted to do it myself. Hell no. I'm a great slave but I think I'd be pretty useless as a hooker. Like, sex for me, what's sexy and what makes me horny, is like so much to do with the psychology of the situation, the exchanges of power and things like that. It's something that, even as a submissive, you have to be somewhat selective about the situation and yr partners to experience. Not having the choice in sex partners, well some of it would be a turn on but I don't know if that would last long enough for me to be able to do it. Okay, I'll admit, I am curious. Ali has some wild stories. And I've sucked cock for money and fucked for free drugs before, but all of that wasn't as regimented like actually being a pro would be. I fantasize about it but I'm no way near stepping over the line from fantasy to reality.
Yet anyway, lol.
But that doesn't mean that I didn't want to find out what it was all about. So one recent lazy Sunday, completely sober, I'm proud to admit, I got out the phone book and started looking under adult'. In keeping with my love of all things being real' and slightly awkward and shitty, I decided that the place I wanted to go to had to be small and b grade. Not one of the big, classy establishments in the city. I found one situated in an industrial park about ten minutes from my place -- perfect. This far out east, there'd be that air of middle class tackyness that would be just perfect.
And it was SO eastern suburbs, yeah! I love it! Rocking up and the place was a nondescript brick building situated between a glass office building that handled shipping' and some kind of factory, off a main road and surrounded by empty car parks and other facilities of industry closed up for the weekend. A really crappy, tasteless metal sculpture, the kind found in the sale' section of large chain home/hardware stores (and the front yards of my neighbours) was the only real indication of what the place was, apart from a small metal plate above the door. You had to buzz in. Inside a foyer was darkly lit, there was an old street fighter arcade machine (wtf?!), some leather couches, lots of shitty men's magazines and the radio tuned to some annoying FM station and turned up a little too loud. I was greeted by the -- madam, I guess? -- a vaguely hippy-ish looking woman, possible other career being art teacher, who said in her broad ocker accent shit ay we don't get many women in here, whaddaya want luv?' before being indicated a menu' of services offered, including classics like bi twins'. I couldn't help thinking, were they really twins? Like actual sisters twins? Coz that'd be fucking cool!
So the standard deal was that you sat down and met the girls before picking one and selecting what you wanted off the menu'. So I sat down on one of the thankfully not sticky leather couches to meet the girls working that Sunday. First was Jenny, an asian woman in her 30s with rad huge tits. I later found out a friend of mine has been to this same place and fucked her before, he said he could hardly stop from laughing as she went on and on in her heavy accent about his beeeg cock'. I mean, he's nice but he's not THAT big. It's such a cheesy hooker thing, I love it. She was cute and the whole idea of an immigrant prostitute was kinda fun in a possibly-racist australian culture way, but nope, she wasn't on my short list.
Neither was CJ. Typical young stripper type. Blonde, my age, nice body, probs the type who had lots of regular older men clients. Cute, but I can fuck girls like that any day of the week. Skye was interesting, she was the only one that offered me anal and didn't comment on the fact that I was a girl. In fact she seemed kind of pissed off to even have to talk to me. I was tempted because her attitude made me believe there could be some quality grudge-fucking with her, and also she had a cute indie girl haircut and really tasteful lingerie on, and was actually really, really pretty to boot.
But then Jasmine swaggered in to introduce herself and I was in love.
Jasmine was fucking SKANKY! It was so awesome! Mid 30s, bleached blonde and with obviously fake tits, she was dressed in some off-white slutty cowgirl lingerie outfit that had to have come straight out of the bargain bin at Dimmeys or something. Her accent was even more westie than the woman behind the counter, and you could practically smell the jack daniels and cigarettes on her breath. There's a certain type of person we have in australia called a bogan', or in the female form, shazza', basically our version of white trash, and Jasmine was so it I almost wondered if she was playing up to the role slightly. She even had scabs on her knees. She was the personification of the suburban trashyness that I was after here.
So I went to the counter, told them I was after Jasmine and wanted the 30 minutes of massage and sex. Art teacher lady directed me to a room and told me to shower, and while I was halfway through that my white trash princess came in and sat on the bed waiting for me.
I still have trouble believing this but I was actually nervous as I got out and toweled off. I mean I'm usually the first to get down to it but I was wondering how the fuck this was going to work. First off, I was paying for it and that was weird and in some ingrained way seemed `wrong' to me (hypocritical, I know); and secondly I'm all passive little submissive girl, I wasn't about to tell anyone what to do to me, even if I was paying them eighty bucks for my half hour.
So I smiled at Jasmine and kinda looked at the ground as I toweled off. She didn't ask me my name, and I was into that. I like the seedy anonymity. Don't get many chicks in here darl' she said. I kinda mumbled something and kept looking at my toes as I dried off underneath my butt with the towel. Don't worry though babe, you picked the best girl here, I'm bi'. I'd finished drying now and stood sort of looking a bit helpless in one corner of the room. She came across to me and put her arms about my shoulders, wiggling her hips in a way I guess was meant to be seductive. It worked, I was starting to switch over from nervous to horny. Still wiggling she closed her crotch up against mine, and murmured into my ear `I'm extra-bi when the girls are so hot like you'.
I'd have laughed at that but Katie VaJunior was well and truly in charge from this point on. I had this completely skanky white trash slut feeling me up and, ooh, yes, now kissing down my neck, she was trying to be sexy in a way that if I was snobby I'd find pathetic, but despite my condescension, I was really liking her for it. Her hands started feeling up my sides, above my hips, and I melted. If I could've I would have ended up in a big gooey pile on the floor. The only other person who's ever done that to me and found out how much I love it is Holly.
Jasmine pulled back from me and led me by the hand to the bed. `Why don't you lie on your stomach and we'll start you with a massage darl' she said, and I did. The bed was actually really nice, really soft. The fact that she had me lying on a towel pulled from a massive pile of them against the wall was just yet another reminder that this was sex on an assembly-line basis. Shit I was loving it, major vagina dribbles.
I was too nervous to make conversation, and I'm glad I didn't actually. If I were Jasmine having some young dumb slut asking probing philosophical questions about my work, it would probably piss me off, being treated like a case study. As it was she just got to work on my back with lots of over the top moaning and oh yeah's' and yorrr so farken sexy darl'. Fuck I was into this.
Lying face down is always enjoyable for me. My boobs get squashed up which feels nice, I feel vulnerable which is even better and my butt feels all exposed. And if you've ever had a massage from a prostitute, you'll know how fucking magic those ladies hands are. I've been working at the strip club a lot over the last few months and she was just what all the kinks in my joints needed.
After ten minutes of this I was half asleep and felt like I'd had an orgasm.
She made me turn over and as she did I noticed the massive wet patch I'd left on the towel. You okay darl?' she asked me. I sort of nodded, and finally found my voice; yeah, yeah, I'm fine! Just um, relaxed I guess!' She laughed at that, a full, throaty, deep voiced laugh that made me start to fall in love with her. Pushing me down on to my back she worked on my legs and tummy first, hands inching around my cunt, but before she even went there, following the unofficial order of these things, her hands instead went to my tits.
In case you're not a regular reader, my tits are huge, and real, and people lose their shit over them all the time. Jasmine wasn't any exception `farken'ell baybe, these'er real and everything!' she exclaimed as her hands started to massage and knead them. I would've said something if her hands weren't having such an effect on me. As it was I was arching my back slightly and biting my lip. Things were starting to get sexual. And either Jasmine was an amazing actress I was having an effect on her. She'd unfortunately ditched that amazingly trashy outfit when we started but her naked cunt was resting on my stomach, the stubble scratching against my bare skin, and she was starting to rub wetness all over me. She leaned in and kissed me, tongue and everything. Prostitutes don't do that do they? Her mouth kept moving down my throat (ooh! I love stuff there, makes me feel so vulnerable), down my chest, then, aaaaaaaaaah, yes! Nipples! One after the other. Already so hard and now she was sucking and biting at my nipples and the area around them. I was sucking in air with sharp breaths and thrusting upwards, mashing my abdomen against her wet cunt. She responded in kind, grinding against me and moaning around the mouthfuls of boob.
Jasmine took the weight off my body and on to her knees, pulling upright and pulling her hair out of the way. She grinned at me, `like girls do ya?'
`Yeah, fucking love pussy!' I said.
`Yooorrr a lezbo then?'
No, I'm not fussy, I just love to fuck!' we both laughed at that and she said me too, I'm a farken nympho for it, pussy and cock!'
My inner cynic was like all `yeah right' at that but Jasmine was spreading my legs and moving in between them now, her lips pressing against my cunt. No foreplay, she was eating me. She'd obviously been near pussy before anyway and it felt pretty good. I've had way better oral but I was getting off more on the things in my head right now anyway, and so I may have been overacting a little in the way I was writhing, playing with my tits and moaning. The tiny little squirt that came out of me, while not necessarily an orgasm, was for real though.
Brushing juices off her chin with the back of her hand Jasmine looked up at me and laughed. Farken wet one, aren't ya luv?' I just smiled at that, thinking why the fuck did you stop?!'. It was weird, part of me loved this woman and part of me hated her and wanted to totally hate fuck her and watch my mistress beat her up and torture her. I vaguely wondered if she was into S&M. This was different sex for me, it was all happening outside, on my body, and then there was all this different stuff going on on in the inside, in my head. I got the feeling that this wasn't going to be a normal fuck for me and I'd probably be getting a better cum with my hands later on just thinking about the way I was feeling now.
She interrupted my reverie by stroking my thighs `what do you like with girls darl? Ya like anal stuff?'
Huh?!' I thought. Oh, yeah, she's still here and I still have another ten minutes, okay. Yeah, yeah, I love anal. Ummm, will you lick me there, and put some fingers in me?'
`Ooh, youse are a dirty little bitch, arentcha?' Fuck yeah babe, as much of a dirty bitch as you you fucking white trash skank. This was turning all psychodrama on me and I was loving it.
I rolled over, rested my head on my arms on the pillows. Her hands traced up and down my back before resting on my butt and spreading my butt cheeks. She ate ass way better than pussy, I gotta say. She had me humping the bed in no time, and my groans were real this time. She stopped to lean over me to the bedside table and grab some lube, and again, without any ceremony, slipped a finger up my greased up butthole and started working me in a circular motion, her tongue lapping at the bottom edge of my cunt and the highly under-rated area between.
Mmmm, more', I groaned, more fingers!' She added more lube and obliged. She said something but I didn't listen, I didn't care. I gripped the pillows tight and a shudder wracked through my whole body `more! Fuck me with more!' I was yelling now. More lube, more fingers, she was kneeling, not bothering to lick me.
`Oooooh yeah, you dirty slut!' she yelled back, laughing
`Fuck! Fuck me! Fist me, come on, put more in me you fucking whore!'
`Aww, yeah, yore luvin this aren't ya ya fucken little rich whore? Youse're farken luvin my fingers, ya want my fist huh?'
`Aaah, YES! FUCK! Put your goddamn thumb in there and fucking fist me! SHIT! What am I fucking paying you for, do it!'
Oh yeah, that did it. She stretched her fingers inside me, making my butthole gape open, and squirted more lube in. Then she slipped her thumb in, and pushed. I knew how to react with this and let my sphincter relax, and she knew what she was doing also obviously as she slipped in and made a fist inside me. I thanked god for her small hands as she started to pump in and out, punching my colon. I was gritting my teeth, grunting and yelping, flicking hair everywhere and smashing my head against the pillows repeatedly. My hips and legs were jumping everywhere, she was sitting beside me and laughing, pounding my ass with her fist. After having done this for years, I'm still not used to the feeling of being fisted and I hope I never get used to it, it's so fucking amazing!
I reached behind me and fumbled around until I grabbed her hair, and pulled her down `stop laughing and fucking eat me while you fist me!' I yelled. She kept laughing as she adjusted herself, fist in me, then resumed her fisting as her tongue found its way up my cunt. She was flexible, I'll give her that. I lifted myself up slightly off the bed to give her better access to my pussy. Her tongue found the bumps inside and I knew I wasn't going to fake anything this time, especially as her fist seemed to drive deeper and start twisting even further inside me. I growled one low, long tone and shuddered like I was having a fit. My squirt made a noise like rain on a tin roof against the bedspread, and I collapsed. Whoa.
I was vaguely aware of her cleaning lube off my ass and then the weight shifting on the bed. I rolled over and she was sitting there, still naked, covered in various fluids and wiping her own arm clean with some wet wipes. `Liked that one, didntcha?' she said, laughing again. The way she said it, the harshness of the accent, made it sound like an accusation. I smiled and pulled her back down on the bed
Hey, what are ya doing luv' she giggled you still want more huh? Ohhh'. I forced my way between her legs and my tongue on her cunt finally shut her up. Well sort of. She managed a lot of oh darl' and oh love' as her fingers worked in my hair and I ate her well used hooker pussy. It tasted vaguely of condom and that just made me hotter for her. I slobbered all over her cunt, cupping her butt and pulling her to my mouth. I fucking devoured her. I was so busy eating her out I didn't even bother with fingers or any of that shit. I just wanted her to cum, right away. And it didn't take long. And I'm expert enough to know that there was nothing fake about this one.
I think she was finally at a loss for words as I raised myself back up and wiped my mouth. She looked at me with a stunned expression, before finally collecting her wits and saying `well fuck, most people don't usually return the favour like that'.
And that was that. She started folding up towels. I showered. While I dressed, she showered and told me that she was there every Sunday if I wanted more. I walked out, didn't even acknowledge the hippy woman behind the counter, got in my car and left.
I'm surprised I didn't have an accident on the way home. I surely don't remember getting from the industrial area to the turnoff to my suburb. My mind was entirely on what happened and that was why I pulled into the nearest carpark, as it happens the same one I met Miss Ali and Mistress Cassandra at in my last story, pulled into a quit corner, put my feet up on the dash, flipped my skirt up, pulled my undies to one side, got my vibrator out and fucked myself stupid, cumming three times quickly in a row. This was an intense experience, even for me!
thanks nifty!