This is my first story, so any feedback is appreciated!
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I want to tell you a little bit about myself and the theme of this and all future stories on here.
I occasionally "work" on a website which is notorious for girls who will sleep with you for cash. If I'm feeling overly frisky, if I'm bored, short on cash or whatever else.
I'm 5'4, pale skin, I alternate between blonde and auburn hair, with green eyes and nice perky B cup tits.
I have a full time job and am otherwise a productive member of society. I'm a 29 year old female and I've been doing this for about 3 years.
I really enjoy sex, and while I don't try too hard to advertise or anything, I do love what I do. I should also add that I advertise in a neighboring state so it decreases the likelihood that I'll be caught by someone who knows me. So far that hasn't happened! *fingers crossed*
Anyways, while a lot of times my stories involve meeting a client who just immediately takes his pants off and goes to town on me and then it's over, I don't want to write about those stories. I'll admit it's still sexy to me to feel like I'm being used like that. To meet a man in a hotel room, and have them unzip their pants, signal for me to get undressed, get on top of me and hammer away at me until their moaning and writing and emptying their balls. Half the time seeing them cum or feeling their cocks pulsating inside of me is enough to make me cum too. If not, I quickly finger fuck myself when they leave. It's still, in comparison to other stories, less exciting to write about.
So here starts my journey in writing erotica for others to enjoy.
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The very first time I was asked to spend a weekend with a man for business, I didn't know what to expect. I assumed a man willing to pay for a weekend of companionship was very wealthy and would also want sex all day and night. But he was actually just a middle aged middle class man who was traveling for a weekend away for a major beverage brand and they were doing some training about 8 hours away. It was very awkward and uncomfortable at first, because once we had met, I found out that an 18 year old coworker (maybe apprentice or trainee?) would be traveling with us. It was awkward for me because I didn't know if his young friend knew about anything, knew I was getting paid, knew what I was there for, etc:?
For most of the drive the two men talked amongst themselves and I figured the sooner we got to the hotel the better. I was horny and it had been my experience that middle aged men were crazy in bed. Usually because they're married or divorced and not getting their needs met. Come to think of it I never found out my clients story.
His name was Joe, by the way, and his coworker was Eric. Both good looking for their ages. Both clean cut. Joe was in good shape it seemed. Very masculine. He had rough looking hands, and I liked that. He had salt and pepper hair and a goatee. Eric was skinny, nerdy looking. Had brown hair and a very young face. However he talked like he had it all together and knew anything about the world. I learned from his conversations in the car he had never had a girlfriend, that the girl who he was sleeping with wasn't talking to him and I assumed this bothered him more than he let on.
I know Joe had at least 2 ex wives, and no kids.
We arrived at the hotel and I was disappointed and confused to find out joe and Eric and myself were all set to stay in one room, paid for by her company. When I had a moment alone with Joe, I pulled him aside to ask him what his intentions with me were and that I never agreed to sleep with both of them. He told me to relax, he had no intentions of sharing me. Then he walked away. He smelled good, I remember that.
I was ignored most of the weekend, except when we were having sex but I was okay with that. The sex itself however was a little strange.
The first night, joe asked Eric to get lost so he could have some private time with me. As soon as Eric was out of the room Joe was all over me, kissing me everywhere, grabbing my tits, sucking the nipples. He pulled his boxers off and clumsily started fingering me hard. He had a decent sized cock. Long, curved upwards, a little on the thin side... but I'll be damned if it didn't feel amazing having him slam it into me. It was hard as steel, and without hesitation he put my legs up over his shoulders and fucked me hard and fast, making me scream with every thrust. At some point he put my legs back down and I wrapped them around his waist. He pushed his whole body down on me and grabbed my tits as he pumped his load into me.
Damnit, I was so close to cumming too!
When he finally pulled out of me, I saw his cock completely coated in cum, and felt it leaking out of me. He put his boxers on, sent a text to Eric that he could come back. He must have been just outside of the door because I was barely dressed when he walked back in and climbed into his bed.
This was weird.
I don't know if I was dreaming it or if I remembered this right but at some point after I dozed off, I swear Eric was jerking off laying on his side facing away from me. I heard very subtle but steady movement and it really turned me on.
The next night was weirder. They went to their training thing during the day and it was about 7 when they came up to the room. I'd gone out for a bit and was watching tv. They told me they were going to a dinner thing that was paid for by their company. I was not invited. By 10 I had gone to bed. I was really not sure what to expect.
A little after 11 they came back and watched TV for an hour and were inconsiderably loud.
Joe decided he was tired and was going to bed. Eric asked if he needed to leave the room and Joe told him no. So I guess no fucking tonight?
We all went to bed and turned out the lights. At some point I woke up with joe spooning me. He had reached around me and was rubbing my clit in circles with his rough manly hands. It felt amazing. I whimpered a little and he shushed me under his breath. He pushed against me, his cock was rock hard. I reached behind me, into his boxers and grabbed it. I knew I was already soaked, I wanted his cock in me. I was wondering what to do about Eric but also didn't care. Maybe we could go fuck in the bathroom.
I turned to face him and while laying on our sides I slowly and quietly made my way down the front of him until I found his cock. I reached my tongue out and touched the top of his cock with it. He was leaking so much pre-cum!! I licked it up and down before I slowly lowered my head down on it. He immediately put his hand on the back of my head, wrapped his leg around me and slowly started pushing his cock in as far as it could go. A few times he just held my head down as hard as he could with his cock touching my throat. Once or twice I gagged, he would let up, then push it back into my throat. I sucked a little more with him humping my face before I moved upwards and positioned myself under him. He slid right in and fucked me hard but slow. VERY, very slow. It was torturous. I wanted him to slam into me and really let me have it but no, he kept fucking me so slowly. I don't know what it is about that that made me cum. I stayed quiet but kept shaking and convulsing around his cock, thrusting my hips up and down on his cock while he held my hip trying to keep me still. When I was done cumming there was a puddle on the bed. He didn't pull out but he pumped a few more times then came. He was mostly quiet except for one loud grunt, some heavily breathing, and an "oh yea... mmmm..." as he emptied himself into me.
At this point, as pitch black as the room was, our pal Eric was obviously jacking off and trying to be subtle. Joe turned the light on and Eric tried to act like he was asleep.
Joe abruptly said "yo. We seen what you're doing. Why don't you come have a turn?"
