Mary sometimes wondered what it must feel like to be a porn star or a prostitute. The idea of being either usually filled her with disgust and some sadness when she tried to imagine how these women felt as they submitted to the lust of some strange man in exchange for money.
She could understand the attraction of being photographed and made to look sexy and perhaps even posing in pornographic pictures but to actually have sex with a stranger on camera sounded way too wild and degrading.
She could not understand how any woman could sell her self in this way, BUT, there were occasions, when Mary was feeling very, very horny, that the thought would briefly pass through her mind of somehow raping a stranger. She sometimes joked about it and used the term 'raping a stranger' as a way of expressing how horny she was feeling. These feelings were not often but when they occurred they were strong. She would feel an urgent need to be fucked. An urgent need to have a stiff cock inside her. To feel the urgency of the man as he fucked her and then the glorious feeling of reaching an orgasm.
These horny moods usually ended with Mary masturbating to partially satisfy her desire to be fucked. When she masturbated, images of wild sex would flash into her head and the old familiar theme of what it might feel like to be a prostitute. She had unanswered questions in her mind like: -
Do they actually enjoy it?
What would it feel like to be naked with a stranger?
What would it feel like to have the stranger actually enter your body and fuck you?
Each time these thoughts filled her head she would always dismiss them as just wild fantasies and only that.
There was no place in reality for such wild thoughts, she kept telling herself.
One day whilst at work she had spent an hour 'instant messaging' with her distant lover in England. The subject as usual had been sex and he had described very vividly exactly what he wanted to do with her the next time he visited her in Taiwan. Mary loved these long descriptions and had confessed to him in the past that as he seduced her via the 'instant messenger' she would put her hand between her legs and rub her self.
On this particular occasion she had actually made herself cum whilst at her desk and now she was on her way home. She still felt so horny, more horny than she had ever felt before. The masturbation had not relieved her desires at all. If anything it had only strengthened them. As she sat astride her scooter she could feel her pussy, still wet and hungry.
On her way home she rode past a hotel and noticed a western businessman getting out of a taxi with a suitcase. She slowed down and watched him walk into the foyer and toward the reception area. Suddenly Mary had the wildest of ideas!
She parked her scooter just round the corner and quickly walked back to the hotel. She casually walked over to the reception desk as the man was checking in. As she waited for a clerk to see her the man casually turned toward her and smiled briefly before turning back to the clerk who was checking him in. Mary could hear every word as the clerk explained about breakfast, what services were on offer, etc. She continued to listen until she heard the clerk say, "here is your key to room number 8008."
Mary's heart fluttered and skipped a beat as she realised she had taken the first step in her wild plan.
The clerk turned to her and asked if she could help. Mary asked for a current price list, saying she needed it for a work colleague and then quickly walked out.
She rode home in a daze, almost like she was experiencing a dream. She prepared a meal for the family and then, after finishing, she went to the bathroom to take a shower. She stripped naked and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She turned as she looked at her self, imagining her lover gazing lustfully at her nakedness. Imagining his lustful gaze roaming over her breasts and then down over her belly. Her thoughts wandered again and she started to imagine the businessman at the hotel gazing at her. The idea suddenly made her feel very shy but she was startled to admit to herself, the idea sent a wave of pure lust surging through her body.
"Could I really let a stranger see me naked like this?" she thought.
It actually worried Mary that she made no attempt to answer her own question. She just stepped into the shower and started to wash. The hot water felt sensuous as it flowed over her naked skin. She moved her hands over her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen and then placed a hand between her legs. She felt so sexually aroused. So in need of a stiff cock and she also felt as though she was drifting out of control!
Without thinking she reached for her razor and squatted down to expose her pussy. Carefully she shaved her self, removing all the hair around her pussy, just leaving some above. Just the act of shaving her pussy was turning her on. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as her thoughts ran wild. She ran her hand over her freshly shaved pussy and enjoyed the smooth feeling.
She then finished in the bathroom and went to her bedroom to get dressed. It was like a powerful force was controlling her, taking her over. Without thinking she chose her sexiest red underwear and then put on her summer mini dress.
With no more than a brief 'good bye, see you later,' to her husband, she was outside and heading for the hotel.
She had chosen some heeled shoes to go with the dress and was pleased to get some admiring glances from men as she walked along toward the hotel.
She was not thinking about what she was about to do.
She did not want to think about what she was about to do!
She knew it was stupid.
She knew it was possibly dangerous.
"It's now or never," she thought, as she entered the hotel.
She felt a strange feeling of calm as she walked to the elevator. A few doubts started to enter her mind. Not doubts about whether she could actually do what she had in mind, but doubts about the initial part of the plan.
It was now about eleven in the evening.
Would he be asleep in bed and object to her interruption? she thought.
Would he object to her interruption anyway?
She swiftly swept aside any doubts as she entered the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor.
She checked her self in the elevator's mirror. MMMMmm, she thought to herself, not bad for a 38year old mum, I think I look OK!
The elevator glided smoothly to the eighth floor and the doors slid open almost silently.
Mary stepped out and checked the direction for room 8008.
Still in a dream like state she found herself outside the room and about to press the doorbell.
She hesitated for a moment, unsure what she was going to say.
She then pressed the bell, still unsure what she would say but somehow determined to carry on.
A voice shouted from inside, "who is it?"
Mary replied a little nervously, "room service."
Suddenly the door was opening and Mary found herself face to face with the businessman.
"Yes?" he enquired.
"You rang earlier for special room service," Mary responded, surprised at her confidence.
"There must be some kind of mistake," he replied, "I haven't made any calls."
As he spoke Mary was aware instantly of his eyes roaming over her, checking her out.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you," she replied, "I must have been given the wrong number.
