The Hooker Fantasy

For years and years, from the time I became sexually active I have had the biggest hooker fantasy. The lingerie, the man, the money. It is a go to fantasy when I’m masturbating.

I love the idea of being owned. A man paying for my services, taking exactly what he expects. What he wants. What he needs. Fuck it’s hot!

I’ve roleplayed this a lot with my husband, even to the point of hiring a hotel room and having me turn up and knocking on his door. It was always fucking hot but I can’t escape the fantasy of doing it for real. Turning up, collecting the money and pleasing my client. I’m getting wet just thinking about it now…

My fantasy that I conjure in my head goes something like this:

I turn up at the hotel wearing a long coat. Underneath is a laced black bra and thong and stockings – high heels as well of course. The hotel is cheap and dingy looking. The kind of place that has seen a thousand whores before. I knock on the door and a man answers.

“Hi there, I’m here for Mr Client”

“Your money is over there” he says pointing to an envelope on the sideboard. I walk in and go over and pick the envelope up. I count the money and then put it in my handbag.

I look over at Mr Client. He’s a little older than someone I would normally fuck, and he’s carrying a little extra weight.

“What can I do for you?” I ask him.

Mr Client unbuttons his trousers and pulls them down to his ankles along with his boxer briefs.

“To start with you can suck on this”

His dick isn’t hard… yet.

I unzip my coat and slip out of it. He looks at me.

“You’re a sexy little whore” he says to me fucking me with his eyes.

I walk over to him, get down on my knees and gently pick his limp dick up with my hand. He’s erect before it even reaches my mouth. I kiss the tip and take a firmer grip of it. I slowly glide my tongue all down the side of it, and then the other – leaving a trail of my saliva on his member. It throbs for the first time and I take him in my mouth, all of him. His whole cock deep in my mouth. I’m stroking him firmly as my mouth works away. His pre cum tastes lovely. With his solid cock in my mouth I start to wonder when he will want to fuck me. How he will want to fuck me. I can tell he’s getting excited. He looks down at me

“That’s enough” he says firmly. I take his dick out of my mouth and stand up in front of him. He grabs me by the waist and spins me around. My back to him. Then I feel his hands slap my ass cheek hard and firm. He then does the same to the other cheek. “Ahhh” it feels good.

He reaches to the side and grabs a condom. He passes it to me. I know what he wants.

I get back down on my knees in front of him and once again take him in my mouth as I unwrap the condom. I take his cock out of my mouth, pinch the end of the condom and really slowly I roll it into his hard dick, stoping at the base. He grunts in pleasure.

“Bend over on the bed” he tells me.

I slowly walk towards the bed, climb on it and get on my fours, parting my legs slowly.

He walks over to me stroking his cock. Then SLAP his hand on my ass. SLAP, SLAP “Ah yes!” I cry out. He pulls my panties down so they are around my thighs, slaps my ass one final time and climbs on the bed behind me. I hear him spit on his hand which he then rubs into my pussy. It feels nice but it’s not necessary, I’m already soaked. I moan again. Then I feel his cock enter me. No easing himself in, he’s deep inside me instantly, pounding me, my big ass is wobbling as his dick fucks me. He’s holding my thighs tight. It feels good.

“You like that whore?” He asks me.

“Yes, yes. It feels so fucking good” I cry out as I reach orgasm and cum.

He pulls out of me. “Get back on the floor” he tells me. I get off the bed and kneel down again. I look up at him. “What would you like Mr Client” I ask.

He pushes his hard dick into the side of my face. I reach up to it, gently pull the condom off. I look up at him again and smile. He pushes his cock into my open mouth, grabs my hair and rocks back and forth, fucking my mouth. I grab his balls and seconds later I feel his warm cum hit the back of my throat. I swallow every last drop – that’s what I’m being paid for – then I lick his cock clean.

I stand up. Pull my panties up and start straightening out my clothes. I walk over to my handbag and grab my money. He’s in the corner pulling his trousers up over his cock.

“I’ll fuck you again whore” he tells me. I walk over to him, kiss him on the cheek and leave the room, shutting the door behind me…

3 thoughts on “The Hooker Fantasy

  1. That must be a common fantasy. Most of my “friends” are divorced. They were never allowed to explore many fantasies in their marriage (hence, the divorce, I guess). They all love the “here’s a few bucks” on the pillow when I leave. It takes them by surprise, but gives them a good laugh, too.

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