My Sexual Odyssey Part V: A Real Whore - Sex Stories

My Sexual Odyssey Part V: A Real Whore

... felt relieved and relaxed, and began enjoying his company a bit more, as well as the cocktails he was plying me with. I waited for him to invite me up to his room, as I was very interested, but I didn’t expect the type of invitation I received. He said, “So, I was wondering, since this is my last night in town, would you be willing to spend a couple hours with me for a couple hundred dollars?” I heard myself say, “Certainly”, and we got up and moved toward the elevators. What was I doing? This was nuts! I just agreed to whore myself out! I couldn’t believe it! Nonetheless, I walked with steady steps to the elevator, hanging on his arm, as calmly as an experienced call girl. I quickly realized it was too late to back down now, at least not without looking silly, so I had to go through with it. But then, why not? After all, I was going to have sex with him anyway, so where’s the harm? Still, the realization that I had crossed a (seemingly) huge line was very clear to me. As we entered the elevator, my adrenaline began to surge wildly through my veins, and I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. I was tempted to chicken out, but at the same time I felt ashamed of myself for feeling so weak, as well as ashamed of myself for what I would be doing if I remained strong. As the elevator slowed to his floor, the excitement I experienced was almost overwhelming, and I practically peed in my panties. But then, I thought how the idea of prostitution was titillating, arousing, sexy and ...

... exciting. There was something irresistibly thrilling about it, precisely because it was forbidden, naughty, and uninhibited. It’s the most extreme form of sexual freedom and excess, and that’s what makes it so hot and alluring. Anyway, as these thoughts and feelings ran through me, I experienced the greatest sexual turn-on imaginable, accompanied by an emotional rush that had me practically cumming. Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait long for my release, since my companion’s room was only feet away. Was I really going to go through with this? I was! How did I get here? I surprised myself by not resisting. I couldn't believe I was doing this. "Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?” I thought. As we entered the room, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a wallet, pulled several bills from its interior, and wordlessly placed them on a table. I let them remain, not wanting to appear avaricious, and we made our way to the bed, whereupon he began to unzip my dress. At this point my lust took over, and I began responding to the sex rather than to the fact that I was whoring myself out to a complete stranger. I was about to act out of some of the dreams I had fantasized about for so long. I was about to be someone's whore. I could hardly contain myself. My desire to say no was overcome by my need to lose my remaining inhibitions. Go ahead, I thought. Give in. This is your chance to be a whore. I lay on the bed, wondering what this was going to be like. I was both frightened ...