In my last memoir I mentioned my mania for sexy/beautiful clothes. I am a stone cold exhibitionist. I realize that a lot of women don't like to be scoped out in the clothing stores or maybe they're flattered but it only becomes a story to tell their husband.
I, on the other hand, found their reconnaissance to be very stimulating. Fuck me with your eyes and maybe fuck me with your cock. Either way, I'm an attention whore.
Literally.
I know what I have and I know what to do with it. Clothes frame the picture so wherever I am I look good enough to eat. Even my casual wear is high end. Fortunately my addiction to fashion, expensive to say the least, is easily supported by my work ethic.
Pay me, fuck me. Let's go shopping.
Sometimes these things overlapped. Freddy, a shop owner downtown, took a keen interest in my figure so he'd follow me around the store with loads of ideas on what I should wear. I loved it.
After we got to know each other a little better I told him what I did for a living. Instead, of going into shock he had even more ideas on what made good man bait. From dresses to intimate wear he went bonkers coming up with the ultimate escort wear. Classy, expensive and screaming 'take me off', he steered me towards a hotter version of me.
That primer from an expert single-handedly upped my prices to $400 although I always left the door open for spontaneous discount fucks.. Now these lessons were as expensive as they looked and so one day Freddy had a suggestion.
"Haley," he said, admiring my look in a fire engine red bustier, "with all due respect, perhaps there's a way to lower your clothing bill and inflate my dick."
"Oh?" I said, more than a little surprised.
"Let's just say we exchange our mutual gifts. We barter."
Now I read people pretty well and was convinced that Freddy played for the other team. But it appeared to be an assumption because, "women think I have to be gay to know this much about women's clothes."
"So you fuck me and in return..."
"Yes, in return I send you out of here looking even better than when you came in."
I didn't need to go home and think about it. I just extended my hand and we shook on it. He went to the front door, put up the 'back in 30 minutes' sign and fucked me in one of the dressing rooms. He particularly liked the room with multiple mirrors, watching me take it from all viewpoints.
I liked it too. It was hot watching his junk slam into me as if a director had plotted the camera angles.
As he pounded my pussy he would emphasize that it was "strictly (uhnnn) business, (uhnnn) one professional (uhnnn) to another".
It was an arrangement that went well for my closet until the store suddenly closed its doors. Some time after that, I ran into him on the street and he confessed to fucking so much of his clientele in exchange for clothes that he wasn't making any profit and went bankrupt.
Feeling I'd gotten the better of the deal, when he eventually opened a second hand store near the old one I stopped in one day, dragged him in the stockroom and fucked him for free.
In the afterglow he said, "Thanks, baby, you're the best pussy I ever had."
***
The online ads were fruitful but unpredictable and so whatever was discussed upfront might not be the end product.
I got an offer for a three hour yacht trip with privileged twenty-something twins who wanted to surprise their father on his 60th birthday. They bought me aboard before daddy got there and tied a giant bow around me. Even though I was their dad's gift, the plan was to leisurely fuck all three of them during the trip.
All went as planned until halfway out from dock they presented me to Bernie, the birthday boy.
"Look what we got you, dad!"
I struck a sexy pose and walked to Bernie. He was partly excited and partially had a concerned look on his face.
"Turn the boat around and head back," he said, confusing everyone.
"Don't you like her, dad?" asked one of the twins.
"Yes, she's gorgeous," was all he said.
Everyone was quiet until they docked.
"Boys, thank you for the great gift but you two have to get off the boat. I have plans for this beauty but I can't have you watching. That would be like having your mother watching. I'm going back out to enjoy this girl for a couple hours and when I return you can have her after that."
The twins were stunned and walked off the boat, leaving the sexy escort and the birthday boy. I shouldn't have but I asked, "So how come they couldn't join in? Obviously, they have good taste in women."
"That may be true but I have fetishes I'd prefer to keep to myself, separate from my boys and definitely from my wife."
"So you taught them that fucking an escort was acceptable but leaving out the particulars."
"That's pretty much it. I feel like men have extra special sexual needs and, apart from our home life, that needs to be satisfied."
Why I didn't just shut up at this point I don't know but, "You know, I get just as horny as men do, plus I don't blow it out my dick in one shot."
Fortunately, he laughed and asked, "What's your name?"
"Haley"
"Well, Haley, you look like the kind of girl I'd like to tie up and bang the shit out of."
And there it was, the fetish I'd been wondering about.
Bondage.
We no sooner dropped anchor and he had my bikini off and I was handcuffed to the bow of the yacht and vigorously penetrated. I was getting off on the sun, the waves, the bondage and his cock slipping in and out in the middle of all that.
After that he tied me up with soft rope in various places and positions on the boat. I'm no expert but he seemed highly skilled at tying knots and completely immobilizing his prey.
He had me helpless and wanted me to beg him not to fuck me. Even though I really liked it, I role played with him.
