My [F]irst Time as a Hooker

[F]irst time as a hooker.

I’m sorry if this story seems like a roller coaster. Everything I’m about to share is real and it feels good to get off my chest in a discreet manner.

To start off, i am a 34 year old Indian female, with a stale marriage (in the process of divorcing). With 2 kids, things weren’t as romantic as the beginning. In early 2018, my soon to be ex and I lost our business, and were struggling financially. Luckily, we know plenty of Indians that are hotel and motel owners and my husband was able to get a front desk clerk job thru some connections.

This past summer, my husband was working the morning to 3pm shift at the motel and i was making sandwiches at Subway. When he came home he would talk about how most of the rooms he’d rent were to truckers who were stopping for the day, and how he’d see hookers come and go for a couple of hours. At the time, i didn’t make much of the conversations. In June, we were several house payments behind, and his job there and my job at a Subway was not meeting ends. Finally one night he shocked me and told me what he was thinking.
“I’ve been asked if I know any desi (indian) hookers” he randomly asked me. The question hit me off guard bc i joked “I’m sure she makes more then us if you do know one.”
“Well would you try?”
I was shocked at what he just asked me. We argued for hours. I felt disgusted. He was wanting me to rent myself out to random men for money, something that would instantly make me the gossip of the community if anyone found out. That night in bed, I reluctantly said yes. Not for the money, but I was stuck in a pathetic relationship and if he couldn’t make me feel good, hopefully someone else could.

Almost a week later, my husband had set something up. The man who was asking about Indian women was coming the next day. Although I was a nervous wreck, I was willing to go thru with it if it meant less financial stress. We agreed that he’d set it up while he was at the motel working, then after he got off that afternoon, he’d pick me up from home, drop me off and I’d text him when it was done to come get me. That night i tried to figure out what the heck i should wear. With 2 kids (boys) nothing in my closet was remotely slutty. Ended up deciding on a sweater dress, leggings, and a pair of sheer lace panties and bra that my husband never seen.
The following morning came and went. And around 2pm is when my husband texted me saying the guy was checked in and everything was all set. He came home and I was as ready as I could be. The kids were gone to my parents house for the weekend so no one would know I was away besides my husband. We got in the car for him to drop me off and both of us were nervous. We went over everything again and again. Go there. Make him cum. Text husband to come pick me up. He told me that he rented the room away from the office to be sure no one saw me being dropped off or him picking me up after. It was one of the outdoor motels, so no walking up and down a hallway. Get to the room, knock and go in.

Pulling up to the room, husband asked me when I was going to wear heels. I didn’t even know I needed heels. I left the house in flip flops. I felt so unprepared. Then the nerves really set in. I was already messing up if I couldn’t even make a sexy outfit. He looked at me and asked if I really was comfortable. I wasn’t but I didn’t tell him that. I got out of the car, holding my bag and walked up to the room. Before I could even knock, husband was backing out of the parking spot and took off. Next thing, the room door was already open, guess he was waiting and I heard a deep voice that said “Get in”.
I walked in quickly, and he shut the door and locked it. I looked around and it was the typical motel room. Nasty couch, coffee table, bed, dresser, tv, and a mirror above the sink. He already started smoking in the room, which bothers me in general but I didn’t say anything. “Damn baby you’re gorgeous” he said and I turned around. He was standing right behind me. He was older, scruffy, and I’m sure he drank his share of beer based on his belly. “Come on babe, lets sit” so I followed him the couple of steps to the couch. He asked me if I wanted a beer, which I don’t drink alcohol so I said no.
We chatted about random things a bit which helped me out a lot. He was a trucker, drove 10 straight hours overnight and finished his delivery for the day. Then he asked me, “so what’s the routine. How do you wanna play this”. Reality slapped me again bc to him I was nothing more than a hooker.
“Sorry this is my first time…” I told him nervously and he just said “I can tell”. So we chatted a bit more…. basically about why I was doing what I’m doing. He was a bit surprised that he was speaking to my own husband and we were at this point that we desperately needed money. The conversation basically ended when he said “well all I know is I paid him for some pussy and he brought his wife. “ and started laughing. I wanted to cry.
He reached over and started to pull my dress over my head, and so I figured the sooner it was over the better. He took off one thing after another from me, until I was nude and slapped my ass which caused me to fall on top of him on the couch. “I think it’s time for some head.”
I couldn’t believe I was sitting in a motel room middle of the day naked, about to suck off a man I met 30 minutes prior. He slid his pants off and before I knew it he was just sitting there in a T-shirt with his hairy legs and crotch. His dick was small at first, and basically stuck to his right thigh. His whole crotched smelled of sweat, and tasted as bad.
I got on my knees and started sucking him off while he sat on the couch. It wasn’t long before it was growing in my mouth. His hand was on my head guiding me up and down. At times he was holding my head down until i gagged. My self esteem picked up when he started letting out small moans and saying “oh yea”. It made me feel good that I had a man in complete bliss, something lacking in my marriage. I opened my eyes to look up at him, arms out on the couch relaxed. What he didn’t have in length he made up with in girth, and he was definitely a grower. I started tasting precum as I went on, and he was holding my head down for longer periods making me gag. After nearly 25-30 mins of his hand gently on my head while I sucked him off, All of a sudden, I felt him grab a handful of my hair and forcefully pull my head up.
“Damn baby I don’t want to bust just yet, let’s see if the pussy is as good as the mouth.” He pushed me and I fell back onto the bed. The bed covers smelled of smoke but I had feeling we were not going to end up inside the covers anyways. All my nerves had disappeared, and I knew I was about to get fucked harder and better than anything my husband ever did. I was feeling sexy, and I started rubbing myself while waiting. It had been years (before kids) since I had fully shaved my pussy, and within 30 secs my fingers were soaked. He stood over me while i was laying there rubbing myself. I could tell he was enjoying that. His dick was pointed out right at me waiting for me to give the go ahead. I spread my legs wide open knowing that there was no backing out now. He took off his T-shirt finally, revealing a hairy chest to go along with his arms and legs. Thankfully he had condoms, another thing I forgot during my prep process. He pulled me legs forward until my hips were at the edge of the bed and he leaned forward. I guide the thick cock into position and he started to gently push. It was uncomfortable at first because of how thick he was but thankfully he was watching my reactions. When I was loosing up, he picked up the pace. He used his legs to drive down into me with each hump. I was in pain but I took the force . He would slide his hands from my hips to my boobs and grab every now and then. I came and begged for a break but he didn’t stop. This went on for about 20-25 minutes of non stop humping. I could tell he was getting tired, bc he started dripping sweat from his upper body onto me. He finally pulled out to catch his breath, which let me relax a bit. I moved into the center of the bed and he followed. He didn’t wait for me to position myself, but pulled my legs apart and entered without any help. He was fucking me with every strain of energy he had and I could see he liked the fact i wasn’t complaining about the pain. 5 or so minutes into missionary we let out a gasp almost seconds apart. I came for the second time and he finally let out a load of hot cum into the condom. After 40 minutes of pure fucking I couldn’t believe he lasted that long. My whole body was sticky from all of the sweat, spit, and juices oozing out of our bodies. To make matters worse, we were laying there naked on top of the bed breathing hard, he started to smoke a cigarette.
“You made my day baby, I definitely needed that.” He said a he was getting up. I couldn’t believe myself at that moment. In a little under 2 hours i had finished a “job” with the type of guy that is normally repulsive to me. He had no sense of hygiene, and just put his clothes on without even cleaning up.
“Well babe, I’m going to pick up my next load at the warehouse and grab a bite to eat. I guess you’ll be long gone before i get back. I’m really hoping your husband lets me do this again “ he said with a smirk. He left the room and i was just there, alone, naked in a dirty motel room. I finally got up and cleaned myself off with wet wipes I brought from home. My pussy was sore but I wasn’t complaining. I pulled my phone out to see a couple of missed calls and text from my husband.
I responded thru text “ Sorry phone was on silent” and it didn’t take 5 secs for him to reply “everything ok? Do you want me to come pick you up?”
I told him I’m fine , but I needed some time to clean myself up and get ready again.
I layed back down on the bed still naked, and looked at the ceiling. I was disgusted with what i had just done, but I had no intentions on going back home to my husband who just sold me out. My pussy was sore and my body ached, but i enjoyed every moment knowing that my body made a complete stranger happy.
Finally I lost it. I started to cry bc I couldn’t decide what I wanted. I never actually thought I’d like letting a complete stranger have his way for money, but it went against every moral standard I had.
Phone buzzed again and it was my husband “how long is it going to take you to get ready?”
I guess that rude comment was the signal I needed. After what I had just done, he couldn’t even give me time to gather myself. I picked up my phone and responded “I’ll Uber home when I’m done.” And flipped my phone back on silent. I didn’t care to see any message he sent after that. Thought to myself I’m sure the trucker wouldn’t mind if I stayed the night. I was starting my journey as a hooker, and I was going to have pride.

If you’ve made it to here I really appreciate someone hearing me out. Sorry if it was hard to follow or read. I’ve been wanting to get this off of my chest and reliving that night brought out emotions. I’ll upload part 2 of what happened based on feedback.

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