nicole91
19-08-2013, 03:08 AM
I met Sean at a club. We talked and flirted a little but it was late and my friends were leaving so we exchanged numbers and I left. Later that night, as I was texting Sean while laying in bed, I found out that Sean was only in Singapore once a month. He wanted to have a no strings attached rs with me because he didn’t have time for a real relationship. I told him I wasn’t interested.
And then he offered me $800.
I could think of so many reasons why I should say no. It’s illegal, prostitution is supposed to be degrading and socially unacceptable; what if people found out? What if he didn’t pay up after the deed? What if he gave me an STD? But $800 is really a lot of money to me. I wasn’t poor but I wanted money to pay a few bills and buy clothes with. I was sick of paying such close attention to my budget. Silly, right?
I usually go with my gut, and it was giving me a green light.
So I met him at a transit hotel in the city area. Once in the room, he paid me the cash upfront and I quickly stuffed it into my purse while he leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine. It started as a gentle brush of lips, no tongue or teeth – tender. He kissed my top lip, the corners of my mouth, then pulled at my bottom lip with his. I moaned softly when he added his tongue into the mix. The sound must have encouraged him, as he thrust his tongue into my mouth and tangled his fingers in my hair, not letting me pull back from the kiss. He needn’t have worried. I was so turned on by then. i sucked lightly at his tongue, adding mine into the battle, which pulled a moan from him as the kiss became more and more aggressive.
His hands roamed over my sides and lifted my skirt as I pressed against his body and felt his arousal, hard and ready straining through his jeans, rubbing on my bare thigh. I ran my fingers along the side of his neck, down his chest and didn’t stop until I reached the waistband of his jeans. I lifted his sweatshirt, the tips of my fingers seeking out the warm flesh underneath. My clit throbbed in my panties as my arousal raged. He moaned as I eased down his zipper and wrapped my hand around his length and began stroking him.
“Feel good?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He snapped his hips, pushing his dick through my fist. “Harder.”
I kneeled down and set a rapid pace, stroking him from his leaking cockhead down to the base, and back up. He was leaking precum, slicking the way for my palm.
The sight made me so aroused, I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned in for a taste and wrapped my soft wet lips around his dick and lapped at his cockhead. I shifted until I could reach my panties, pressed the soft cotton against my clit to ease off the tension from my arousal. I was surprised at how wet I was. I rubbed myself through the cotton until the juices seeped through my white panties and soaked my fingers. Unable to stop myself, I slipped a finger inside my leaking pussy and moaned loudly around his cock.
To be continued ;););)
And then he offered me $800.
I could think of so many reasons why I should say no. It’s illegal, prostitution is supposed to be degrading and socially unacceptable; what if people found out? What if he didn’t pay up after the deed? What if he gave me an STD? But $800 is really a lot of money to me. I wasn’t poor but I wanted money to pay a few bills and buy clothes with. I was sick of paying such close attention to my budget. Silly, right?
I usually go with my gut, and it was giving me a green light.
So I met him at a transit hotel in the city area. Once in the room, he paid me the cash upfront and I quickly stuffed it into my purse while he leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine. It started as a gentle brush of lips, no tongue or teeth – tender. He kissed my top lip, the corners of my mouth, then pulled at my bottom lip with his. I moaned softly when he added his tongue into the mix. The sound must have encouraged him, as he thrust his tongue into my mouth and tangled his fingers in my hair, not letting me pull back from the kiss. He needn’t have worried. I was so turned on by then. i sucked lightly at his tongue, adding mine into the battle, which pulled a moan from him as the kiss became more and more aggressive.
His hands roamed over my sides and lifted my skirt as I pressed against his body and felt his arousal, hard and ready straining through his jeans, rubbing on my bare thigh. I ran my fingers along the side of his neck, down his chest and didn’t stop until I reached the waistband of his jeans. I lifted his sweatshirt, the tips of my fingers seeking out the warm flesh underneath. My clit throbbed in my panties as my arousal raged. He moaned as I eased down his zipper and wrapped my hand around his length and began stroking him.
“Feel good?”
“Fuck, yeah.” He snapped his hips, pushing his dick through my fist. “Harder.”
I kneeled down and set a rapid pace, stroking him from his leaking cockhead down to the base, and back up. He was leaking precum, slicking the way for my palm.
The sight made me so aroused, I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned in for a taste and wrapped my soft wet lips around his dick and lapped at his cockhead. I shifted until I could reach my panties, pressed the soft cotton against my clit to ease off the tension from my arousal. I was surprised at how wet I was. I rubbed myself through the cotton until the juices seeped through my white panties and soaked my fingers. Unable to stop myself, I slipped a finger inside my leaking pussy and moaned loudly around his cock.
To be continued ;););)