My Sexual Odyssey Part IV: From Slut to Whore - Sex Stories

My Sexual Odyssey Part IV: From Slut to Whore

... feel of warm cum, but there was something so slutty about this scene, I came from that, rather than the fucking I received. As soon as Brad was finished, we collapsed onto a heap of clothes and cardboard boxes. “What the fuck?”, I asked. “I like it a little rough.” “So I see.” “How about you?” “Not sure. I mean, while it was different, and sorta hot and exciting, it was also somewhat demeaning, brutal, sleazy--all that.” “But still, you came without even being touched, so you must have been turned on.” “I know. But then that happens to me sometime anyway. It’s just that I’m not used to being made to feel like an object or a prostitute.” “So you never put out for money?” “No way!” “Does that mean you wouldn’t?” “I can’t deny fantasizing occasionally, wondering what the experience would be like, but that’s different from actually wanting to, or being willing to.” “This is probably pretty close then, servicing a man the way you did--the way you agreed to do daily.” “I suppose so. I cannot be sure I will continue, but I will go through with it for now at least.” “So we’re still on for tomorrow then?” “Yes, we are. I don’t know how I can just go back to work like nothing special happened though!” “But the fact that you have a secret sex life has got to be exciting, isn’t it?” “Yes, exciting, but distracting; also a little ...

... worrisome.” “How so?” “It’s just that so many changes have occurred so quickly. In the space of just a few weeks, I have had more sex with more and different partners than in the last two years combined. It takes a bit of getting used to.” “I can see that. Well, I’ve got to get back to work.” “Same here. Same time same place tomorrow?” “Right. Or at least nearby.” “Okay, see you then.” I exited the truck while stuffing my wig in the bag I brought it in, and hurried to the rest rooms so I could freshen up before returning to work. It all seemed unreal somehow. It happened so fast, and all of a sudden I was thrust back into ‘reality’. So okay, I acted the whore and loved it. Great. Another milestone, if it was that. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful compared to my ‘lunch’ hour. Fortunately I was by now in no mood to eat anything, but I wolfed down an energy bar or two later on. When I arrived home I called Tom and related the incident in detail. He sounded supportive as usual, and did his best to allay my concerns. I told him that I enjoyed it, but was not completely comfortable with that fact. He attributed my reaction to my usual pattern of anxiety in response to any novel experience. I had to agree, but this did nothing to diminish my discomfort. After we hung up I fixed myself something to eat then went to bed early.