The story of when I was mistaken for a prostitute… [FM]

This happened just about a year ago, I was 20 and was still rebounding from my previous relationship. It was the longest relationship I’d been in before but it ended on reasonably good terms, I was just in need of more attention after it. So I actively sought out more attention.

I frequented a bar near to my flat, it was about a 20 minute walk away into town and it was one of the only bars near me that anyone actually bothered to go to, so it was usually the only option. I’d dress up in the nicest (usually sluttiest) clothes I had, do my make up as nice as I can and whether or not any of my flat mates wanted to come with me or not, I’d head off. The plan was to at least get a few free drinks out of it, a good conversation, a number and if I was really lucky (and put out) I’d end up at someone else’s place.

And FYI I always put out. What can I say I wanted attention, physically, and I knew how to get it.

So I was out on a Friday night which is usually the busiest night for our town, and I made sure that tonight I was going to get very drunk. It had been a long exhausting day and for extra incentive, I hadn’t got laid in a couple of weeks.

I ended up chatting to a guy who was pretty cute, he also came alone and seemed to enjoy my company enough to want to have a few drinks with me. I’m terms of sexual interest, I wasn’t sure. There seemed like there was something off about him, something insecure that didn’t put out that vibe that he was amazing in bed. I convinced myself I was unfairly judging him, until he offered to take me back to his place. I checked the time and it was 11 30pm, which to me was pretty early in the night to be going home, but I also realised amidst our chatting and getting to know each other I’d had so much wine I could barely stand let alone stay for more drinks. So I agreed and we caught a taxi back to his apartment.

He was an overly kind guy and even asked if I was too drunk to consent and that he would pay for the taxi to take me straight home, but I insisted I was fine and wanted to go home with him (like I said, it had been a couple of weeks!) We arrived at his apartment and began the usual one night stand routine, I took my clothes off, he took his clothes off. I sucked on his cock, he sucked on my tits, and we had pretty drunken sex until he came. The whole experience was pretty ordinary, he was reasonably fit and his cock was as far as I can remember about 6 inches and not too thick. It lasted an hour maybe an hour and a half, I checked the time again, and it was just 1am. I felt like it was a bit of a waste to be honest, I was still very sexually hungry, and my seemingly only option had already began dozing off after lazingly humping me for 10 minutes and cumming into a condom.

I decided not to stay the night at his and thought for some reason walking home would be the best thing for me to do. I’m hindsight, it was definitely the best thing to do.

I made my way out of his flat and as I began the almost 30 minute walk home I realised I was still very drunk, I must have downed my last glass of wine before leaving and was still a bit of a drunken mess. I made it about 10 minutes of the way, almost back at the bar I’d left an hour and a half earlier, before a car stopped at the side of the road just in front of me. My first instinct was that I maybe was about to be kidnapped, for some reason I’d thought the worse and was paralysed by the fear of it. I stopped walking and a hand waved out the window gesturing me to come towards him, which I was physically unable to. He then leaned his head out of the car window and spoke to me. He simply asked: ‘how much?’. I was confused at first and didn’t understand what he meant, so I replied: ‘for what?’. He said: ‘for you, for everything’. And then it clicked, he thought I was a prostitute because of his I was dressed and the fact I was walking the streets late at night. I felt extremely relieved that it was just this and not a potential kidnapping, to the point I laughed and told him ‘I’m not a prostitute, but if you give me a lift home I’ll give you whatever you want’. I meant it in jest thinking he’d drive away embarrassed or worried he’d get on trouble, but he laughed back seeming equally as relieved. He said sure that’s no problem to my surprise and for some reason in my drunken state I didn’t hesitate to walk up to the passenger side of his car and get straight in.

He started the ignition and asked me where to, I told him my address and before he began to drive he looked at me with a very serious look on his face, and just said ‘so you’ll do anything for this lift home?’. It was either; the way he asked me this question; the fact he was a much older, seemingly well together man, than I was used to at least; the fact his car was so nice, clean and fancy, like he’d just bought it today; or the fact I was still drunk, but this made me wet. It made me realise that I’d basically agreed to sex just for a lift home, and that in doing so I basically became a prostitute, like I’d agreed to be his. I simply nodded at the question and adjusted the way I was sat to make sure I didn’t leak out of my skirt.

He started the ignition on the car and put it into gear, but before he drove away he undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock, which was clearly already semi hard. I started at it for a few seconds before he grabbed my hand and threw it into his crotch, I felt as if I had no choice in the matter as I’d got in his car and did say I’d do anything for a lift home. I stroked it and jerked it for a few minutes and before long his left hand was around the back of my head encouraging it downwards towards his cock, again I felt a little helpless and started licking and sucking on his cock while he drove. I felt his hand push my head down very aggressively a few times which forced his cock deep into my throat and made me gag and dribble an awful lot more than I would of if I was ready and sober.

The car began to slow down and he pulled into the car park for my estate. He snatched his cock away from me and I slumped across both front seats as he got out of the car, I was still very much drunk and slightly confused as to what was happening as it felt like a dream, a slightly wet dream as I could feel my pussy lips moistening. I sat up across the drivers side of the car, looked up and he was standing before me, with his trousers around his ankles and his hard cock pointing right at me. I was slow to react but opened my mouth to allow his cock to go in slowly. Before I realised, he has grabbed both sides of the back of my head and slid his cock deep into my mouth and throat, I held my breath as I felt his balls tickle my chin. Luckily (for him), I wasn’t about to throw up and had at least enough practice deep throating that I could hold the full length of his 8 or 9 inch cock in my throat. He pulled away until it was just the tip of his cock in my mouth and before I could catch my breath, he shoved deep into me again, this time a lot quicker as he must have realised I could handle him. He began face fucking me and I could barely concentrate on what I was doing being so out of it. My mind drifted to the fact that we were still in the car park, and he was stood outside his car viscously raping my mouth. I say rape because technically I hadn’t given him full consent to fuck my face, if anything he was lucky it was me he’d picked up.

He pulled his cock out of my throat once last time and shut the car door in my face, only to reappear on the other side of the car, trousers zipped up, offering to help me out with my bag around his shoulder. I directed him to my flat and he helped me walk towards it, I couldn’t help but feel very slightly uneasy at his kindness considering what had been happening a few minutes prior.

I unlocked my front door and didn’t hesitate to invite him inside, I walked straight to my room and he followed, shutting the doors behind him. He closed my bedroom door and took a few steps closer to me standing at the end of my bed. I needed a moment to compose myself and in that time he took his trousers, shirt and boxers off, standing there next to me nude. I couldn’t help think this was the second cock I’d seen, sucked and was evidently going to fuck in the space of a few hours. I looked up at him and he put two hands on each of my shoulders. He pushed them towards the ground and I fell to my knees, hitting his cock with my face on the way down. I felt like I was in autopilot as I placed his cock in my mouth and began sucking on it while simultaneously undressing. Before long I was knelt, literally dripping into the ground as I sucked on his cock. I stopped, got onto the bed and as I got on my hands and knees, I couldn’t help but notice I’d began sobering up and felt ready to be fucked. I remember being on my bed on my hands and knees for so long I’d wondered if he’d left and didn’t want to have sex with me after all, I grabbed both of my ass cheeks and spread them to present my pussy to him, I thought of it as a very clear invitation. I think his pause was so he could take photos to be honest, but I’ve yet to recieve any such pictures (we exchanged numbers).

I suddenly felt a warmness behind me and I realised he was now preparing to insert himself into me. I felt his warm cock end press against my pussy and leant back to have more of him inside me, to which he very kindly obliged. I felt every inch of his cock enter me as I realised, unlike earlier tonight, he was a lot thicker and longer, and he wasn’t wearing a condom. In hindsight I should have probably insisted but in the heat of the moment I didn’t say a word. He fucked me very hard, grabbing my hips, slapping my ass and at one point I felt a finger or a thumb in my ass, which I wasn’t complaining about one bit. He stayed stood for the remainder of our sex, only leaning down when I turned over and put my legs on his shoulders. Comparing the way he fucked to the way I was fucked earlier was easy as it almost the polar opposite, it was very hard, deep and rough, I didn’t mind the sex I had earlier but this encounter was definitely more of one to remember.

He pulled his cock out of me and told me he was ‘finally going to cum’, I didn’t realise how much cock sucking he’d recieved into after. I got down on my knees and told him I wanted it on my face, something I wanted from earlier but couldn’t get. Like a porn star, he pushed my head back, held it in position and jerked his cock off in my face until he shot 4 or 5 thick ropes of cum across my face and mouth. Conviently enough, I’d sobered up enough that I was hungry, so, well you get the idea. I scraped the cum from my cheeks and forehead and ate all I could.

While cleaning myself up he began to get dressed and told me he had an extremely nice time with me. He said that he’d love to do it again, that next time he’ll give me more than just a lift home, and left me his number. I figured his offer meant he had serious money and I might have found myself a bit of a sugar daddy (I did) so I gave him my number and told him I’d love to do it again some time. We have spoken a few times since and met up for sex at least twice after it. Ever since, everytime I go out dressed provocatively, I’ve always walked home from the bar..

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/74538h/the_story_of_when_i_was_mistaken_for_a_prostitute