Prostitute? Me?? Well, I guess sometimes when I go out for some fun it’s not THAT unusual for me to be mistaken for one.
Some women would be offended if they got mistaken for a prostitute but not me; I think it’s a compliment. It has to be the right kind of prostitute though, a sexy lady that screams high-class escort. Being mistaken for a junkie whore isn’t much of a compliment. Luckily Tom thought I was a lady and paid me like the one which was fine by me.
We met at a bar and I thought he was hitting on me when he bought me a drink and started asking if I was busy for the night. I told him I was up for some fun with the right man but only if he was good enough for me to waste my time on. I was trying to be all hard to get with a hint of flirty fun but he took it another way which I didn’t realize. He said he’d make it worth my time and put a hand around my waist, pulling me close to him and I could feel his hard dick pressing on me.
He meant he’d pay me to fuck him and I thought he meant I’d be getting a big, hard dick to play with all night long. When we got back to his hotel I saw him put an envelope on the table but didn’t give it much attention because I was horny and ready to get laid. I began kissing him while we undressed each other and he was fine with me being on the aggressive side. We ended up on the bed and I straddled him as I leaned forward and kept kissing him while rubbing my pussy on him.
“I’m going to fuck you so well,” he said as he cupped my ass and rolled me onto my back.
He pushed my legs apart and I stroked my pussy for him, moaning as I got wetter. He watched me for a minute while he stroked his dick then moved forward. Looking down as his dick pushed into me. He went in deeper inch by inch and I put a hand on his back as he began fucking me. I rocked under him as he gave me hard, steady thrusts and I put a leg around him as I groaned and dug my fingernails into his back. It felt good and I cried out which made him say “You like that?” as he panted on top of me.
I said “Yeah, I love it. don’t stop.” and I rolled my hips forward as he got rougher with me. We moved together as we got closer to cumming and he grunted under his breath that I was a fucking slut. Dirty talk is so hot and I told him to fuck me like a whore. Pound my pussy until I was full of his cum. He shoved into me harder, bruising my insides until my pussy was tight around him.
I came and my body tensed under his as he kept going. Not stopping until his dick swelled and he gave me what I wanted.
“Thanks.” he said as he stretched out and I thought that was a weird thing to say after sex until I pointed to the table and said, “That should be enough for you.” I got curious and got out of the bed so I could get the envelope. I saw bills in there and quickly counted it. Damn, he thought I was a prostitute. With the amount he’d given me, he must have thought I was one of the higher quality ones. I quickly wrote my email address down in case he wanted to see me again. I’m not going to risk losing a man like this.
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