Being a whore for a night

Dunno just the thrill of thinking about it is a turn on. I'm a 40 odd yr old so I won't be ordering a porsche just yet. It would probably get a round of drinks just about lol!

You're underselling yourself. Unless you have an expensive taste in drinks
 
I'd so love to do this, I used to stay in hotels for work years ago and had no idea men hitting on me thought that and at the times wouldn't have done anything about it as I had a boyfriend. Right, where can I get my boss to send me on business....
 
I'd so love to do this, I used to stay in hotels for work years ago and had no idea men hitting on me thought that and at the times wouldn't have done anything about it as I had a boyfriend. Right, where can I get my boss to send me on business....

From the other side, I've always thought that it was an overactive imagination that made me think the women wanted to be hit on....

If you can persuade your boss to send you to Manchester....
 
been there...do it again... lol

I've done that..given myself to this younger guy I was having an affair with, became his personal "whore" whatever he wanted...DONE. I LOVED IT. let him Cum wherever his heart desired....mostly it was my face...but either way...being a total slut is way hot.
 
I'd so love to do this, I used to stay in hotels for work years ago and had no idea men hitting on me thought that and at the times wouldn't have done anything about it as I had a boyfriend. Right, where can I get my boss to send me on business....

Surrey?:cattail:
 
Do other women also fantasize about being a whore for a night? Am I wierd or do other women sometimes have the same fantasy? Has anybody ever done it??

I'm not sure this qualifies, but recently my wife willingly sold herself . . . When she and I can get away for a holiday we're both so horny I'd say we're up for anything from before leaving the house. We have a loving relationship apart from how much we turn each other on. She's by any standards eye candy, dirty sex and Mommy innocent at the same time—I suppose the reason I'm so fixated on her sexuality, maybe a little overwhelmed by her.

We were driving from the U.S. back though British Columbia to our home in Canada, about to cross the Sawtooth Range, when we almost passed a hotel with a natural hotpool spa. We were tired, it was late, and I had been horny for some time, having my wife flash oncoming drivers with interior light views of her unadorned bottom through the windshield. The honks from passing cars and air horn blasts from probably sleepy truckers had heated up my wife as much as me (I could smell her).

We turned back, signed into the hotel, dropped our things in the room, and instead of inquiring about room service, and knowing my wife could get us drinks from the bar faster while I showered, I asked her to go. When I came out of the shower she was just returning with our drinks on a tray. I asked why she looked so flushed and pleased. She finally confessed a man at the bar had tried to pick her up. It was summer, she was in bottom-hugging cut-off jeans and a t-shirt that hung off the tips of her breasts. She said he apparently assumed she was a whore off the highway, and had asked her if she'd like a drink with him in his room. She said he was in good shape, had spoken respectfully to her, and was clean-cut, dressed in nice slacks and an open-collar silk shirt. As she described him I saw in turn on her face embarrassment, grudging pride, and playfullness. Plainly, she was attracted to him. I suggested she return to the bar and talk with him.

My wife asked "What if he wants to take me to his room?" I said that was up to her. (at the moment we were standing, me in a towel, and I was embracing her, rubbing her back and nuzzling the nape of her neck, my hardon painful against her belly).

My wife asked, "What if he offers me money?" I said that was up to her, but why not?

She asked, "What if he wants to be inside me?" I told her it was her decision, that I wanted her to do it only if she wanted to and if she felt safe with him and if she was truly excited by him.

She asked what if he wanted to finish inside her—without a condum. (She was about 6 weeks pregnant at that moment, and perhaps hornier than ever.) I said it would be her call.

I could see and feel through her body that she was shocked. She stood, thoughtful, and I knew if she were to go, I'd have to encourage her. I asked if she'd ever fantasized about being a whore. She hid her face against me and nodded yes. I laughed and pushed her away, turned her, patted her bottom, and aimed her at the door. "Find out" I said.

She went reluctantly, head down and obviously thinking. She paused at the door, turned and asked if I really meant it. I told her she could always come back if at the last moment she decided not to.

Waiting for her in our bed, I went through some changes. After half an hour, I began to worry. I was in turns excited and full of doubt, fear too. It was summer but I was shaking. Even with the covers about my neck, I felt cold. Even playing with myself, I couldn't get a full erection. An hour passed. The only light in the bedroom was from the slit in the nearly closed bathroom door. I kept glancing at the hall door, at the doorknob. She had left me about midnight. By 2 o'clock I had spent an hour torn between waiting for her return, and going to the lobby to see if she were there or the bar, or finally, in desperation, going to the front desk to ask if they had seen her.

Shortly after 2AM I heard a key in the door and then saw the doorknob turn. My wife was back. It took months of pillow talk to get the whole story. But that night, all I remember as she sat astride my hips, me inside her, egging her on to tell me more, is that she seemed at turns proud, secretive or reticent about telling me what had happened, and that she was going through changes. She had (shyly, she said) accepted the $300 dollars he'd handed her once she was dressed and ready to leave (about 1:30), but she said apparently the look of disbelief on her face had led him to think that it wasn't enough, and wordlessly he'd added $200 more. She admitted that she'd then genuinely kissed him and that she'd felt his cock rise against her again. The kiss went on for some time and somehow she found herself thrown back on the bed, shorts down around an ankle and panties pushed to one side. She said it was short but very sweet and, still inside her, he'd held her a long time while he kissed her.

She said he was a slow, considerate lover, a good kisser (on that, she came up with a genuine schoolgirl blush!) and that although in his mid-30s, he wasn't married. She told me that it seemed to her he was lonely, that he'd told her he'd been divorced nearly a year and she felt very drawn to him and the experience seemed more about love than just sex. She told me that at the door as she was about to leave he'd asked for her home phone number. She said that in the moment it seemed it would have been rude to refuse and she'd given it to him. Since, he has called.

Yes, I had mixed feelings, jealous of such intimacy, happy she'd given solace to a lonely man, hot beyond belief to think of his semen still inside her, and happy my wife had had an adventure that was clearly good for her—whatever theat meant (since I've never been able to fathom what she really thinks or feels).
 
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I helped a young lady do just what you described. I was speaking at an out of state conference and posted an add regarding seeking company of a dissatisfied wife...turns out a young lady speaking at the conference saw the ad, we communicated and she came to my room that night...just to unleash her inner slut...never knew her name, just gave her what she wanted.
 
I've fantasized about it but doubt I'd ever follow through, risk is too great for me right now
 
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I helped a young lady do just what you described. I was speaking at an out of state conference and posted an add regarding seeking company of a dissatisfied wife...turns out a young lady speaking at the conference saw the ad, we communicated and she came to my room that night...just to unleash her inner slut...never knew her name, just gave her what she wanted.

Where did you post the add? Did you pay her? What was she like? Have you ever done anything like that before or since?
 
I replied to you directly. The ad was on CL, I did not pay her, she was awesome...and yes I have done more since.
 
Has any lady on here reading this ever been paid for doing it ???
 
Do other women also fantasize about being a whore for a night? My fantasy started when I went with my husband on a business trip. He was late coming back from his meetings and I agreed to wait for him in the hotel bar. While sitting there I was chatted up by 2 different men. It transpired that they both assumed I was a whore. The first man was very attractive and had a really appealing foreign accent. Later that night I orgasmed twice as I imagined being his whore. The more I think about the thrill it could provide the more I feel I want to try it. Am I wierd or do other women sometimes ahve the same fantasy? Has anybody ever done it??


I'm usually with a lot of girls that like the idea of being owned and with that comes whatever I say to do. Naturally it evolves eventually to a gangbang scenario (I let them pick the people there comfortable with though) and usually they love it. It's a way for them to have that fantasy but without feeling like they are an actual whore because there "made" to do it. Even though they love being called a whore during. Lol
 
I've done that..given myself to this younger guy I was having an affair with, became his personal "whore" whatever he wanted...DONE. I LOVED IT. let him Cum wherever his heart desired....mostly it was my face...but either way...being a total slut is way hot.


I had a girl like you once. Let me do her where ever I wanted, whoever wanted to watch. She was the sexiest person I've ever been with. I still dream and miss her.
 
Has any lady on here reading this ever been paid for doing it ???

Lol this takes me back..
One of my girlfriends once made me pay her: she was making a point (long story...we'd had a difference of opinion on some post feminist agenda thing...)...it was in a bar, and she made it really obvious to everyone that money was changing hands for 'favors'
she subsequently owned up to being turned on by it, said she felt like a whore, so pretty on topic,I guess..
 
My secret fantasy is to be elite call-girl for one night. I imagine being paid in advance and the guy is extremely turned on. When I see the size of his member I freak out and change my mind and trying to decline sex. But it is to late and he advances on me ....
 
Milk Fountain, that is a great story. Perfect timing since she was already pregnant. Could you tell she had been fucked when she came to you that night?
 
My secret fantasy is to be elite call-girl for one night. I imagine being paid in advance and the guy is extremely turned on. When I see the size of his member I freak out and change my mind and trying to decline sex. But it is to late and he advances on me ....

Makes me wish I could afford an elite call girl! :p
 
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