I had always been turned on at the idea of fucking a hooker. I don't know why. I guess I'm just attracted to the fantasy, like many other men probably are; otherwise such a business wouldn't exist.
There's something to the thought of calling a woman over just for lust and then doing whatever you want with her. Sure, that may sound degrading, but I'm not a degenerate. Actually, I'm quite a shy and respectful guy and I would never give in to my fantasy.
I wish that I could give in, and I often read the ads in the paper or online and get very excited from them.
After being many years with my wife, our relationship just wasn't the same. We barely had sex anymore, and I started suspecting her of cheating. She'd always been more sexual than me and I had been wondering how she was coping with our diminished sex life.
I kept noticing more and more clues 'til one day I knew. She didn't even bother hiding it anymore. The cum-soaked panties, the shaved pussy, everything she did smelled of this other life she was living.
I put up with it for a while, but I couldn't live with myself either. So I thought to myself "fuck it, if she's having sex, am I too!"
So one night she was gone, I browsed my usual escort agencies websites and went back to this one particular girl I kept fantasizing about. She was unbelievable. Tanned, tight ass, tall, long dark hair and kinky eyes, I had cum to her picture many times.
It took a while but I got myself to call. The very unpleasant lady on the phone took my information and informed me that my companion would be over in an hour or so.
In no time I was hard again and stoked myself to a nice orgasm.
I patiently waited thinking about my wife. She would probably come home while I was in our bedroom with the escort. I didn't care anymore. I had my sole satisfaction on my mind.
Finally, the doorbell rang. I was nervous. I opened. She was exactly like her picture. She came into the living room, and saw the envelope with her payment on the table. She asked what I wanted.
"Ummm... I'd like to..."
I was clearly shy.
"I'd like you to suck my dick... and to cum on your face... and then to fuck you from behind... ummm I mean... In your pussy, not your ass..." She laughed at my shyness and stepped closer to me.
She grabbed my dick through my pants and whispered in my ear: "you could put it in my ass too, if you want."
My dick immediately stiffen.
She led me upstairs and found the bedroom on her own. She gently pushed the door until it was open only a few inches and pulled my pants down.
She kneeled in front of me and pulled my hard dick out of my trousers. She softly stroked it with both hands for a bit. I was harder than ever and already releasing pre-cum.
She licked her lips while removing her top so I could fondle her tits while she sucked me. I squeezed and caress them with both hands and got around to unclipping her bra.