Further Fantasies of Being a Whore. Category: Long and Satisfying.
So, welcome to part two of my story of how a sexy little game with my (then) boyfriend spun out of control.
If you haven’t read part one, I suggest that you do so before proceeding. You can find out what the hell I was doing and why here.
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So, Sean (the boyfriend) has failed to turn up and fulfil his side of the sexy acting-out-our-fantasy bargain and I am standing on the pavement after dark in an industrial estate dressed for trouble. After 20 minutes I had been approached by an older gentleman (not too bad looking) and I seemed to have been fully possessed by my inner slut and had, inexplicably, opened my coat to show him what I was not wearing underneath. Could he tell that I was simultaneously terrified and horny as fuck?
I stood by the driver’s window and bent over with my hands on the wound-down window. With my coat hanging loose I could feel the cool night air on my skin and watched as his eyes, practically out on stalks, darted from my breasts, barely concealed by the stocking-mesh mini-dress I was wearing to my white thighs at the top of my black stocking-tops to my crotch to my mouth and back to my eyes which had been fastened on him the whole time. I wondered what I was going to do when he offered me folding money to get in the car with him.
I looked up and down the road quickly. Where the hell was Sean?
6.
‘I, uh…’ On hearing the driver/potential punter speak, I turned back to him. He was seemingly still struggling with where he should look and had settled for the time being on my knickers. The penny was beginning to drop that this guy was not experienced. This was probably his first time approaching someone like who he thought I was, and he was every bit as nervous as me, if not more so.
‘Yes?’ I said with a seductive voice. What the hell had gotten into me?
‘I… I’m really sorry, I’ve just realised that I’ve got to be somewhere.’
This evening had been a confusing tumble of mixed emotions. I was both relieved and crushingly disappointed.
‘Oh, that’s a shame,’ I said, ‘I was beginning to think that I would like some company after all.’ I smiled at him and made to straighten up and re-tie my coat.
‘Wait,’ he said, ‘There is one thing…’ I tilted my head quizzically.
‘Uh… if you’re finished for the evening, would you sell me your thong?’
7.
This was a total curveball for me. I did a quick mental inventory. Which knickers did I have on? I had not worn any of my expensive favourites (Lise Charmel is my favourite brand if you were wondering). I had dressed according to the fantasy – sexy, but of reasonable rather than exceptional quality. Ann Summers or something like that. The next thing I remembered and suddenly became keenly aware of again was that my knickers were, at this precise point in time, soaking wet. Maybe that’s what he wanted, though?
I took a step back from the car and pulled my coat a little wider. In another display of unbridled sluttery I then hitched up the tiny mesh dress so he could see the merchandise properly.
‘What, these?”
He just nodded, not taking his eyes off them.
‘They’re pretty wet, I’m afraid – I hope that’s OK?’
He was fumbling some notes
‘Is £50, OK?’
Wow, I thought! This was a great side-hustle! I didn’t take the money straight away. My heart was pounding harder in my chest again as I slowly hooked my thumbs in the sides of my little, wet, silky thong and slipped it down my thighs. I bent to slip it over my high heels and dangled it before him from my index finger.
8.
My punter pushed his hand clutching the notes to me, and I indicated that he should slip the cash into my stocking top. I noticed that his hand was trembling (bless!) and I pushed my hips forward ever so slightly so that his hand would brush my naked flesh. Seriously, WTF? Where was this coming from?
I held the little black panties to him, and he took them as if I had handed him an object of great value, which, I suppose, they may have been to him. I knew that he would be immediately aware of three sensations: the soft sheerness of the material, the warmth of my body, and the wetness of the fabric. I also knew he would probably find somewhere to pull over as soon as possible to put the little thong to his face and inhale the scent of my most intimate place. I felt another rush of horniness and a familiar throb between my legs. Honestly, I was beginning to feel like I had sat in a tray of eggs.
‘You’re stunning,’ he said slightly hoarsely. ‘Thank you. ‘ And with that, he drove away. I stepped further away, further back on the pavement as I tied my coat back together and started trying to process what was happening. Right at that moment, another set of car headlights approached, slowing, and swung in towards me. I was convinced this was either going to be the police or some unhappy local pimp. I braced myself for what I was sure would be an unpleasant meeting…
And that’s the end of Part 2, my lovelies. Please join me for the concluding part of this story to find out what happened to your idiot heroine!
Love, Jaimie xx
