That time I was a whore [MF]

“Hey baby girl” The man I’d been calling daddy for months online smiled at me. I glanced at him quickly as I gathered up the courage to get in his car. We’d met up before, just to smoke weed and talk. But tonight had different plans.
He was handsome. His face looked sweet and kind. Except for his eyes. The deep blue pierced through me. They told me just how bad he wanted my 18 year old body. As if his messages hadn’t made that abundantly clear. I didn’t know his last name. Where he lived. Phone number. Nothing. And here I was in his car late at night, waiting.

The tension weighed its self on me. I slouched in my seat, my heart pounding. “I’ve just got to stop at the ATM” he told me. I nodded, not meeting his gaze. Was I really going to do this? Fuck a guy over twice my age for $200? Who was I kidding, I’d have fucked this guy for free. He was hot. We’d been talking for four months, constantly escalating the sexual tension between us. Something had to give.

After he retrieved the money he immediately handed it to me. Instinctively I counted through the stack of $20s. I couldn’t help but smile. $200 and some weed to take home with me to fuck a guy I was into anyway. I was gonna be sure to spend the money in a manner as absurd as the way I earned it. We pulled up to a quiet, dark spot in a parking lot and smoked up. I suck at using lighters so he lit the bowl for me. Immediately, I was extremely high (this was maybe my third time smoking weed). I had a stupid grin on my face, I could finally meet his gaze. He smiled at me and rubbed his hand over my thigh, sending a shiver up my spine.

We kissed for a while. His kiss was aggressive. It pulled me in close and deep. We crawled into the back of the car which with the seats laid down had enough space for us to lay down. I stripped naked. He did the same. We kissed some more and then he pressed my head downwards. Instinctively I took his dick in my hand and ran my lips over his tip before taking him down my throat. By his groans of pleasure I guessed I was doing a good job. He pulled my head back up to his. He laid me down, placing himself on top of me. He placed a finger near my pussy and I spread my legs for him. He could feel just how wet I was. He pressed the tip of his cock inside me slowly, then quickly pressed the rest of himself inside me. I gasped.

He fucked me hard, my hips moving to match his thrusts, until suddenly he gripped my hips still and began pounding me even harder. I moaned softly. My mind began to wander. Everything had a slight haze from my high. Here I was getting fucked hard and deep and getting paid to do it. I looked out at the night sky as he continued to fuck me and thought about how beautiful the night was.

I came back to the moment as he moved me onto my knees and began to fuck me from behind. We fucked like that for a while until, finally he laid me back down again and held me still as he finished inside me.

He took me home and I slipped upstairs to my room and passed out. I awoke in the morning with a fistful of cash and couldn’t help but burst out laughing. It was a beautiful night.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/705p1x/that_time_i_was_a_whore_mf