No Turning Back
My name is Wanda. My story started only three months ago but it seems longer. I was a loving mother with two kids, a devoted wife to my husband who I loved very much, a successful teacher with tenure, and an active church member. I have raging hormones that trigger changes in my personality and behavior. I can go from choir singer to slut as fast as it takes to walk out the church door. Sometimes I feel I have it too good and I am too comfortable and then along come my "Ms. Slut" personality and watch out!
I was a normal person. I would live each day within itself. I really didn't worry about the future. In fact I would have been happy to put everything on pause for an eternity. That was one perspective of my life. The other side was filled with fantasies. You know the ones that make your life a little more exciting without taking on the risks. A lot of "what ifs" can replace the real thing. It is almost like living vicariously as someone else truly experiences the real thing. I think that is why sports are so popular with men. They can watch sports stars win or fail and it does not affect them.
My fantasies were fun and I enjoyed them. I have noticed that over the years my fantasies have had to become more extreme just to get the same thrill. It is almost like they say about drugs. It takes more and more just to keep up. I guess this makes me a sex addict.
My main fantasy had many variations of being a streetwalker. This allowed me to imagine anything with anybody. I think I liked the degrading aspect of the fantasy. Having to do what anyone wanted at any time. I had exploited this fantasy so much that I was starting to wonder about real whores and how they acted. I would drive by the bad sections of town and watch the prostitutes walk up and down the street. Most of them looked bad or strung out on drugs but they all knew how to sell themselves. A little ass wiggling or bouncy tits usually would do the trick.
As I watched and learned I started to act out at home in the bedroom. I didn't share my fantasies with my husband. I didn't think he would understand. I would dress a little more provocative and without him really realizing it he became more turned on and aggressive in bed. This was working so well I thought more surveillance of the prostitutes might give me more ideas but I didn't want to put myself in danger by going to that part of town and sitting in a car.
I was selected teacher of the year in my district I had been rewarded with a two-day special seminar in Las Vegas over the coming weekend. My husband had to work the weekend and it was decided he could keep the kids and make everything easier to handle. So I thought I would have two nights I could watch the whores. I was getting wet just thinking about it. It really made me excited.
When I got to Vegas I checked into the hotel and I was wandering where I could go to watch. I was a little timid asking anyone at the hotel. I went to a taxi, got in, and told him I wanted to ride through the seamier side of Vegas for a project I was working on. He didn't appear to believe my reason but we proceeded down the street. In just three blocks we came upon some streetwalkers but the section of town didn't look bad. I asked him if this was the place because of the girls standing around and he said this was the better part of the seamier side of town. I told him to drop me off a block ahead and I said I would walk back. I gave him a big tip and sent him on his way.
As I got out of the taxi I looked back and began studying what was going on. I began to walk back to the hotel and I was watching very intently to see everything I could. I was thinking that this was perfect for what I wanted to do and I could spend the next two nights observing the action and listening to the conversation.
The girls looked good and didn't show any characteristics of drug abuse or other personal mistreatment. They were dressed nicely but they still had that come fuck me look. The skirts were short and the cleavage was abundant. One girl looked at me as I walked by and made a comment about me coming off the farm. Another girl said if I was to get any action it would have to be from a blind man.
I suddenly realized that they thought I was one of them. I was excited to be thought of that way. Then I turned my head as a girl moved in front of me toward the curb. I had to stop to keep from running into her. I was right next to her when she leaned into a car. I heard her ask the guy for a date and then she said it would be fifty for a blowjob and a hundred for half and half. I had always wondered how that was done. It was really easy. She got into the car and I watched as they drove away and around the corner. I heard one of the girls tell me that I should have been faster.
I went over to the girl who looked to be 25 or so and asked her where they went. She laughed and said
"I thought you were out here for business. There is a parking garage where they pay for parking and the police cannot bother them. They pay the garage extra for the use."
I decided to walk around to the garage and see for myself. I noticed some cars and then I saw the car that had picked up the girl. I decided to just walk through the garage like I was looking for my car. When I went by the car I could see the girl's feet on the dashboard as she was reclined in the riders seat. The guy was obviously humping away and was soon to be done. There was a concrete post next to the car and I was able to stand behind it without anyone noticing. I could hear him grunting but she was putting on a show. She was telling him how big he was and was having an orgasm. I turned to leave and before I got to the stairway I saw two more cars occupied in the same way. I was excited, horny and wet.
As I was exiting the parking garage I was thinking about what the girls had said about my appearance. It would be neat to at least get a car to stop and ask me. Of course I would act offended but that situation could drive my fantasies for a month.
I was in the stairway and looked at what I had on. I took off my pantyhose. It was a good thing I kept a suntan. I wish I had worn panties but it wouldn't matter. My skirt was already short enough. I figured that this was enough. I wasn't going to give my tits any extra bounce and I had to walk into the hotel on the way back so I couldn't look too bad.
I was on my way and was really self-conscience about the way I looked. I avoided the girls where I passed before and came out a block ahead. I was so excited. Here I was walking down the street like a prostitute. Looking a little like one and definitely feeling excited. I was really hot. After about half a block I saw a car slowing down and the guy was taking a look. I slowed my pace down a bit and tried to give eye contact. He pulled over and stopped the car and motioned for me to come closer. My heart was beating fast. I would have gone into orgasm with the slightest touch. This was a total stranger; I could see he was black, about to negotiate with me over my most private and prized possession. And it appeared I was there to close the deal.
He said, "Hey Babe, could you help me out?"
That did not sound like a pick up line to me. So I went over to the car and leaned down so I could see through the window.
"I don't know if I can help. I am from out of town."
He said, " I think you can help. You don't look like you belong out here but I've been wrong before."
I thought I would play along.
"What you mean by belonging out here. I am just walking to my hotel."
He said, "Yeah, yeah you look like a working girl to me. How much?"
Wow! This had turned around very quickly. I am not ready for the word game to come to an end. It was like foreplay. I wanted more. So I could tell him to push off or I could banter with him about price. So I just repeated what I had heard.
"Fifty for a blowjob and a hundred for half and half"
I couldn't believe I had gone this far for the thrill. I was beginning to wonder where the stopping point was. He broke my dream state.
"So you are just like the others here, at least in price. Get in."
I stood there looking at him not believing what he had said. He wanted me to get in the car, ride around the corner, park, blow him, and then fuck him. The process seemed so mechanical. No emotion. No feeling.
"Well, Get In!"
I liked the negotiation part and I was really anxious. I got in the car thinking I still had time to get out once we were in the parking lot. So for two blocks I could carry on the dialogue. As we drove past the girls standing on the street I couldn't help but smile at them. I had snared this john and I wasn't even in the business.
I found out his name was Samuel and he told me that new girls on the street had to pay to be on the street. He said that he was going to fuck me for nothing.
I was getting an uneasy feeling. This guy knew where to go. He pulled into the parking garage and into a dark area. Just as we stopped another black guy, Reggie, stepped out from a Lincoln and came over to my window.
He said, "If you are going to work in here you got to pay the toll."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his big cock. It was only half erect and was getting bigger. All I was trying to do was have a little excitement. I was going to get out of the car and leave. But this guy would not believe me now and he was really getting excited. Very quickly he grabbed my hair and pulled my head through the open window and stuck his cock in my mouth. This had pulled me out of the seat and stuck my ass into the air. Samuel started to rub my clit.
Reggie started fucking my mouth. I opened up as much as possible but I was gagging and swallowing as fast as I could. Samuel had pulled his cock out and started pushing into my cunt. He felt huge. He finally got it in and started fucking me long and hard. I was Cumming all over the place.
This was definitely a quick fuck. Reggie started Cumming first and I damn near drowned. Then I felt Samuel jerking in my pussy. The sperm was streaming out of me in globs. I was a real mess.
Reggie zipped himself up and told me if I was going to work these streets I would have to pay them half the take. Then they told me to get my ass out there and make some money.
So I walked out to the street where the other girls were. One of the girls made the obvious comment that I looked like I had been introduced to Reggie. She said it was written all over my face. It was also written all over my pussy and legs.
There are some decisions you make in your life that is guided by careful thought and planning and then there are decisions that are made by your pussy. My pussy has won total victory and to hell with everything else.
I never attended the seminar that weekend. I never went back home. Once I crossed over from fantasy to real world I could not live vicariously anymore.
I walk the streets, I make house calls, and I work parties. Wherever there is a hard cock I'll be there. I like making the deals. But most of all I like new and strange cocks. Big, small, covered or bare, I'll be there.
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My name is Wanda. My story started only three months ago but it seems longer. I was a loving mother with two kids, a devoted wife to my husband who I loved very much, a successful teacher with tenure, and an active church member. I have raging hormones that trigger changes in my personality and behavior. I can go from choir singer to slut as fast as it takes to walk out the church door. Sometimes I feel I have it too good and I am too comfortable and then along come my "Ms. Slut" personality and watch out!
I was a normal person. I would live each day within itself. I really didn't worry about the future. In fact I would have been happy to put everything on pause for an eternity. That was one perspective of my life. The other side was filled with fantasies. You know the ones that make your life a little more exciting without taking on the risks. A lot of "what ifs" can replace the real thing. It is almost like living vicariously as someone else truly experiences the real thing. I think that is why sports are so popular with men. They can watch sports stars win or fail and it does not affect them.
My fantasies were fun and I enjoyed them. I have noticed that over the years my fantasies have had to become more extreme just to get the same thrill. It is almost like they say about drugs. It takes more and more just to keep up. I guess this makes me a sex addict.
My main fantasy had many variations of being a streetwalker. This allowed me to imagine anything with anybody. I think I liked the degrading aspect of the fantasy. Having to do what anyone wanted at any time. I had exploited this fantasy so much that I was starting to wonder about real whores and how they acted. I would drive by the bad sections of town and watch the prostitutes walk up and down the street. Most of them looked bad or strung out on drugs but they all knew how to sell themselves. A little ass wiggling or bouncy tits usually would do the trick.
As I watched and learned I started to act out at home in the bedroom. I didn't share my fantasies with my husband. I didn't think he would understand. I would dress a little more provocative and without him really realizing it he became more turned on and aggressive in bed. This was working so well I thought more surveillance of the prostitutes might give me more ideas but I didn't want to put myself in danger by going to that part of town and sitting in a car.
I was selected teacher of the year in my district I had been rewarded with a two-day special seminar in Las Vegas over the coming weekend. My husband had to work the weekend and it was decided he could keep the kids and make everything easier to handle. So I thought I would have two nights I could watch the whores. I was getting wet just thinking about it. It really made me excited.
When I got to Vegas I checked into the hotel and I was wandering where I could go to watch. I was a little timid asking anyone at the hotel. I went to a taxi, got in, and told him I wanted to ride through the seamier side of Vegas for a project I was working on. He didn't appear to believe my reason but we proceeded down the street. In just three blocks we came upon some streetwalkers but the section of town didn't look bad. I asked him if this was the place because of the girls standing around and he said this was the better part of the seamier side of town. I told him to drop me off a block ahead and I said I would walk back. I gave him a big tip and sent him on his way.
As I got out of the taxi I looked back and began studying what was going on. I began to walk back to the hotel and I was watching very intently to see everything I could. I was thinking that this was perfect for what I wanted to do and I could spend the next two nights observing the action and listening to the conversation.
The girls looked good and didn't show any characteristics of drug abuse or other personal mistreatment. They were dressed nicely but they still had that come fuck me look. The skirts were short and the cleavage was abundant. One girl looked at me as I walked by and made a comment about me coming off the farm. Another girl said if I was to get any action it would have to be from a blind man.
I suddenly realized that they thought I was one of them. I was excited to be thought of that way. Then I turned my head as a girl moved in front of me toward the curb. I had to stop to keep from running into her. I was right next to her when she leaned into a car. I heard her ask the guy for a date and then she said it would be fifty for a blowjob and a hundred for half and half. I had always wondered how that was done. It was really easy. She got into the car and I watched as they drove away and around the corner. I heard one of the girls tell me that I should have been faster.
I went over to the girl who looked to be 25 or so and asked her where they went. She laughed and said
"I thought you were out here for business. There is a parking garage where they pay for parking and the police cannot bother them. They pay the garage extra for the use."
I decided to walk around to the garage and see for myself. I noticed some cars and then I saw the car that had picked up the girl. I decided to just walk through the garage like I was looking for my car. When I went by the car I could see the girl's feet on the dashboard as she was reclined in the riders seat. The guy was obviously humping away and was soon to be done. There was a concrete post next to the car and I was able to stand behind it without anyone noticing. I could hear him grunting but she was putting on a show. She was telling him how big he was and was having an orgasm. I turned to leave and before I got to the stairway I saw two more cars occupied in the same way. I was excited, horny and wet.
As I was exiting the parking garage I was thinking about what the girls had said about my appearance. It would be neat to at least get a car to stop and ask me. Of course I would act offended but that situation could drive my fantasies for a month.
I was in the stairway and looked at what I had on. I took off my pantyhose. It was a good thing I kept a suntan. I wish I had worn panties but it wouldn't matter. My skirt was already short enough. I figured that this was enough. I wasn't going to give my tits any extra bounce and I had to walk into the hotel on the way back so I couldn't look too bad.
I was on my way and was really self-conscience about the way I looked. I avoided the girls where I passed before and came out a block ahead. I was so excited. Here I was walking down the street like a prostitute. Looking a little like one and definitely feeling excited. I was really hot. After about half a block I saw a car slowing down and the guy was taking a look. I slowed my pace down a bit and tried to give eye contact. He pulled over and stopped the car and motioned for me to come closer. My heart was beating fast. I would have gone into orgasm with the slightest touch. This was a total stranger; I could see he was black, about to negotiate with me over my most private and prized possession. And it appeared I was there to close the deal.
He said, "Hey Babe, could you help me out?"
That did not sound like a pick up line to me. So I went over to the car and leaned down so I could see through the window.
"I don't know if I can help. I am from out of town."
He said, " I think you can help. You don't look like you belong out here but I've been wrong before."
I thought I would play along.
"What you mean by belonging out here. I am just walking to my hotel."
He said, "Yeah, yeah you look like a working girl to me. How much?"
Wow! This had turned around very quickly. I am not ready for the word game to come to an end. It was like foreplay. I wanted more. So I could tell him to push off or I could banter with him about price. So I just repeated what I had heard.
"Fifty for a blowjob and a hundred for half and half"
I couldn't believe I had gone this far for the thrill. I was beginning to wonder where the stopping point was. He broke my dream state.
"So you are just like the others here, at least in price. Get in."
I stood there looking at him not believing what he had said. He wanted me to get in the car, ride around the corner, park, blow him, and then fuck him. The process seemed so mechanical. No emotion. No feeling.
"Well, Get In!"
I liked the negotiation part and I was really anxious. I got in the car thinking I still had time to get out once we were in the parking lot. So for two blocks I could carry on the dialogue. As we drove past the girls standing on the street I couldn't help but smile at them. I had snared this john and I wasn't even in the business.
I found out his name was Samuel and he told me that new girls on the street had to pay to be on the street. He said that he was going to fuck me for nothing.
I was getting an uneasy feeling. This guy knew where to go. He pulled into the parking garage and into a dark area. Just as we stopped another black guy, Reggie, stepped out from a Lincoln and came over to my window.
He said, "If you are going to work in here you got to pay the toll."
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his big cock. It was only half erect and was getting bigger. All I was trying to do was have a little excitement. I was going to get out of the car and leave. But this guy would not believe me now and he was really getting excited. Very quickly he grabbed my hair and pulled my head through the open window and stuck his cock in my mouth. This had pulled me out of the seat and stuck my ass into the air. Samuel started to rub my clit.
Reggie started fucking my mouth. I opened up as much as possible but I was gagging and swallowing as fast as I could. Samuel had pulled his cock out and started pushing into my cunt. He felt huge. He finally got it in and started fucking me long and hard. I was Cumming all over the place.
This was definitely a quick fuck. Reggie started Cumming first and I damn near drowned. Then I felt Samuel jerking in my pussy. The sperm was streaming out of me in globs. I was a real mess.
Reggie zipped himself up and told me if I was going to work these streets I would have to pay them half the take. Then they told me to get my ass out there and make some money.
So I walked out to the street where the other girls were. One of the girls made the obvious comment that I looked like I had been introduced to Reggie. She said it was written all over my face. It was also written all over my pussy and legs.
There are some decisions you make in your life that is guided by careful thought and planning and then there are decisions that are made by your pussy. My pussy has won total victory and to hell with everything else.
I never attended the seminar that weekend. I never went back home. Once I crossed over from fantasy to real world I could not live vicariously anymore.
I walk the streets, I make house calls, and I work parties. Wherever there is a hard cock I'll be there. I like making the deals. But most of all I like new and strange cocks. Big, small, covered or bare, I'll be there.
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