I was wearing a tight black tube top and matching miniskirt, red fishnet stockings, held up by visible suspenders, heels. Looking at myself in the mirror I looked like a hooker. Objective achieved. (To describe myself I’m a southeast Asian girl, 5’1”, very petite, small perky tits).
It was 2am. I walked about half a mile from my house and stood on a street corner and waited. A car parked halfway down the street started up and drove towards me. It pulled in next to me. The window rolled down and the driver leaned over. “How much?”. I looked over him for a minute before I responded. Tight cropped hair, handsome face, broad shoulders. He looked nicer in real life than he did in his pics……
At this point in my life I was actually already a sex worker – I worked as a masseuse in a place that offered hand jobs for tips. Handjobs were as far as I was allowed to go though, any more than that and I could be fired. I often fantasised about going further, I had had dirty fantasies of being a street walking prostitute for a while. I was considering dipping my toes into escorting, but tonight was just about scratching that street walker itch.
I had met this guy online and worked out the details with him. He would park in that spot and wait for me to appear, then drive down and play it out like we had agreed. He had no idea where I lived and I was using a burner email account to contact him. I’d probably never see him again after tonight…..
“50 for head, 100 for sex. 125 for half and half” I told him.
“Get in” he opened the door. I slid into the seat next to him and he drove around the next corner into an empty alley and pulled over. He pulled a printout of a £50 note from wallet and handed it to me (He had offered to actually pay me, but I had insisted that we kept that element in the realm of fantasy). He undid his jeans and pulled them down, freeing his hard cock. I tied my hair up in a ponytail, then I pulled a condom out of my purse, ripped it out of the packet and put it between my lips. I leaned over in the seat and swallowed his cock, rolling the condom down it as I went the whole way down, then I started to bob my head up and down to earn my money.
He put his hand gently on the back of my head as I worked. I tightly gripped his cock in my lips and sucked quickly, bobbing my head as fast as I could go. Even through the condom he didn’t last very long and he soon groaned as he filled it up.
I pulled back and watched his face as he finished cumming. I got some wet wipes from my purse, pulled off the condom, cleaned off his dick and threw them in a nearby bin. He drove back around to where he picked me up. I kissed him on the cheek and said “thanks baby, come back soon, ok?”. He drove off and I started to walk home, feeling my soaking wet panties and looking forward to touching myself to the thought of being such a naughty bitch.
There was a car sitting at a red light behind us when I got dropped off. Once the light turned green he pulled up next to me and rolled down the window “Hey sexy, how’s your night?” he called out.
“Oh fuck, he thinks I’m a real hooker” I thought to myself. I was too embarrassed to explain what I was doing so I decided quickly to just roll with it and highball him.
I leaned on the car door and smirked at him. He was bald, bit of a dad bod, forties, not particularly handsome but not repulsive either. “It’s good baby, how’s yours?”
He grinned back at me “How much to fuck?”
“£400” I told him without skipping a beat
“£400? Are you mad?” He asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked around “That’s the price, take it or leave it”
He considered that for a brief second, before shaking his head “You’re lucky I’m horny.” He pulled a large wad of notes out of his pocket and counted out 8 50s. He opened the door and offered me the money “get in”.
I stood there shocked for a moment. Shit. He called my bluff. “Run! Make something up! He could kill you” all this went through my mind, but It felt too awkward to say no, plus I found myself becoming more and more horny, so I went with it. I slid into the seat and took the money, stuffing it into my purse. “Is there somewhere we can go?” He asked. I directed him back to the alley we had used before.
He moved his seat back and pulled down his jeans to free his cock. It was nicer than the last guy, a little thicker, a little longer, better groomed. I rolled down the condom using my lips again and put a dollop of lube on the tip – that was pure performance, I was wet enough it would glide in by this stage, but it was all part of the performance to pretend I was a real hooker. I slipped off my thong under my skirt and stuffed it into my purse, then I maneuvered to straddle him in the driver seat and enjoyed watching his face light up as I pulled up my skirt, baring my pussy to him.
I lowered myself onto his cock, feeling it totally fill me up, and started to bounce up and down on it. I pulled my top down to free my perky tits and he started to lick, nibble and grope them.
I started to give him the full pornstar experience. I squealed “Oh yeah, oh yeah baby, I love your big hard cock, you feel so good in my tight little pussy”. The whole situation was turning me on so much, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me soon made me cum. I screamed out loud as I came, adding theatrically to try and make him think I was faking it. “I think you should be paying me love” he cracked.
I rolled my hips fast, riding his cock and he soon moaned “I can’t hold it much longer if you keep that up.” I grinned at him and kept going until he came, his mouth in an ‘O’. We both relaxed, I kissed him on the cheek, then swung my legs back over and relaxed into the passenger seat to catch my breath for a second. I cleaned him up and he put his dick away. He dropped me off back where he picked me up, I gave him a fake number and went on my way.
I got home, got myself off with a toy and drifted off to a contented sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s2yfgc/fmfm_accidental_hooker