Katie's first street punter

Katie's first street punterPicture a woman, a mother, with a well paid professional job and good wife, mostly, dressing up like a whore and joining the girls working in your nearest red light district. She has no need of the money, but she is driven by the desire to experience as much filthy sex as possible, Imagine her feelings as she stepped into a different world, random men, all seeking sexual satisfaction, driven by strong urges, each with different needs and desires, individual preferences.Picture me, a trembling Katie, dressed in a short leather skirt, revealing her stockings, a black tight fitting blouse, a leather jacket, underneath a shiny yellow underwear set. I am so nervous. Harry has been taking pictures of her dressed to fuck, dressed to be sell her time and body. A nervous, married milf, an innocent. A couple of the neighbours had seen me leave dressed like a slutAs Harry drove to a site we had explored a couple of time theweek before I wondered whether I could back out. It was serious stuff, most of the fucking with strangers can be halted at any minute, but it wouldn?t be so easy if they had paid and I was in their car, or a room or round the back where help was not going to arrive quickly. I would just have to suck whatever came my way - no pun Intended. To be honest, backing out was not an option, I was determined to see it through, partly cos I am stubborn but mainly it was the excitement of being paid for sex, used like a whore, no, paid as the whore I am.Harry parked up and I wandered about 50 metres down the street. It was mostly commercial and industrial units. I could see the other girls, alone or in twos or threes.I was wary of the other girls and stayed as far from them as I could. I lurked in the dark, watching the cars go by, a few slowedbut didn?t stop. The girls I saw were dressed simply or tarty, it most looked unwell, many thin and I really stood out as the middle class woman I am. I had never thought that for many working on the street is the shit Gaziosmanpaşa Escort end of a spectrum with high class 5* hotel escorts. All trying to make a living. But I was not doing it for the money, but because it excited me, it satisfied my desire to experience rough and dirty sex at the sharp end, knowing the risks turn me on.I had had a couple of drinks and stuff before coming out, but my mind was clear as crystal now. I realised that I have been slipping into a lifecycle of sex with strangers when dogging, to picking up guys in bars to fuck me and now charging for sex, part of a market, each level saw me as a lower person, doggers are mostly respectful, guys in bars are pissed and pushy but usually manageable, street whore punters were a different breed.I was extremely naive this first night and I have learned a lot since then. I know to get the cash up front, being clear on what has been agreed (although if I am enjoying it I will let them push the boundaries), check where the car will be going to and chat a little to suss them out, are sure they are not too high or aggressive. I think I have a nose for trouble but apart from my experience with Mila, I have been ok and that was caused because I was working on his girls? patch and had been denting profits. He made me pay my debt off, and I couldn?t really go to the police as it would be embarrassing and what would they do?When I got to know a couple of the girls, who could not understand why I was there, they told me that they had thought me police at first. It was only when they saw me getting into a few cars with punters that they realised I was working the streets and that was when I began to get hassle.I realised that it was different for me. For them with 5,6, 7 punters a night, they zoned out from the sex while for me, each experience was memorable. I savoured every moment, feeling alive in a way I rarely do anywhere else.Anyway back to my first punter. I was anxious, trembling, but I also Gaziosmanpaşa Escort Bayan felt incredibly horny, as if I had been given a horny bitch injection. A few cars drove back as I was hanging back from the side of the road. Harry message me and told me to move to the road side and strut my stuff, to look attitudey. He told my to make sure my blouse was open to show the bright yellow underwear and my skirt didn?t quite meet my stocking tops.Katie married whore, dressed as a slut ready to sell myself for the first time -Harry's favourite pic as he prostitutes me out and because of the slutty lookI could have back out , but my desire for filthy sex was too strongIt did the trick, and the next car slowed and stopped by me, I moved a couple of feet as the electric window wound down.?What?s going down?? he askedThat threw me a bit, trying to work out if he meant sex or what was on offer. He looked at me and I said something like? I?m Katie, I am looking for business. A blow job for £15, a fuck for £25??I haven?t seen you here before? he said ?I thought you might have been the feds? which I worked out meant the police?No, I am a just a new girl on the street? I replied?You?re really new at this aren?t you? he said ?you should take care, it can be a dangerous game? ...... ?can I get a closer look? he said as he indicated I should get into his car. The moment of no return, I opened the door and he saw me even clearer from the car light, his eyes showed me that he liked what he saw.I sat down legs apart, blouse undone, short skirt. I belted up out of routine.He laughed and said ?you?re married? half asking as he looked at my wedding ring, ?is hubby nearby? ??Yes? I replied?He gets off on you fucking other guys? he laughed, ?lucky me?He drove for about 10 minutes to a long country lane known for its after dark activity. He asked me lots of questions about my life style. I undid my belt and leaned over as he leaned back to start fondling his trousers Escort Gaziosmanpaşa - stiffy building- and to allow me to rub and lick it. I undid his trousers, as he shuffled to give me space to work. His seat went back a long way and with a few seconds my mouth was wrapped around his cock. He pushed my head down and tried to push his cock down my throat, I resisted a little and he pushed a little harder. I started scr****g my nails on his balls and his push eased. I could feel how hard his cock was and the leaking of cum.He pulled me over in such a way that it was obvious that he wanted me to ride his cock. Luckily it was roomy enough in his car. Of course he already knew that, but I thought it was too tight. Within moments I was riding his cock as he was not in a position to thrust hard. It is easy to ride a stiff cock and his boner was like rock. I held his cock tight with my cint muscles to maximise me pleasure as my wet cunt rode his entire cock, almost slipping out each time and a firm smack as I slapped down onto the base of his cock - it was so good. I was getting really turned on, my first fuck as a prostitute, what a filthy whore I am, I thought. He was holding me in position to maximise my riding him, I was like the Duracell bunny, so excited at this stranger, this punters cock filling my married cunt, what a slag I am. He felt me come before he did, fucking hell it was good and I couldn?t stop. My god, it was fucking good, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I called out. I didn't stop I rode him, holding him as tight as I could, eventually He exploded inside me and I realised I had not put a condom on- too late now. I was speechless, breathless, well and truly fucked, orgasms, I never expected this and I am sure it was mainly because in my mind I love being the slut.?You are a horny bitch aren?t you Katie,? he said ?you were really turned on weren?t you, you filthy slut?As we drove back has asked me for my number, which I gave and I was back on the street. Just before he dropped me off he asked me if I had forgotten anything. I didn?t know what he meant until it dawned on me that he had not paid. He smirked, handing me £25, ?You need to wise up girl, if you are to survive?.Back on the street, I felt exhilarated. I was standing with cum leaking out of my cunt and ready for my second punter.