It’s a cold saturday night as you sit down to dinner with your husband. Medium rare steaks, asparagus, garlic bread; you’ve been slaving for a good two hours to put this meal together for your date night.
Just as you sit down to eat and toast him with your full glass of wine, you hear the distinctive chirp of your phone in the next room…
Smiling nervously, you take a gulp of your glass, “I’d better see who that is…”
Walking quickly to the next room, you bury your hand into your purse, searching desperately for the source of the chirp. Pulling it out and unlocking it, your eyes glaze over as you read the text displayed on the screen. A text from sir…
“You’re going to be my little hooker tonight. The Hyatt Place Hotel. Room 302. In 45 minutes. Don’t be late, and don’t forget to look the part, whore.” Your heart-beat flutters in your chest, and you feel your panties dampen. Walking back into the dining room, you announce with nonchalance “Sorry honey, you can have mine. I have a… client… to see.” Without even awaiting an answer, you spin on your heel and make for your closet. “What will impress Sir the most?” you wonder aloud.
Digging through your clothes, you pull out your largest, tallest heels. Black fishnet stockings that stretch from your toes, alllll the way to your ass. A short, taut little skirt that barely covers your precious little holes from plain sight. A tight leather corset that makes your tits spill out seductively from your chest, and a thick black coat to cover you up.
You cake on your sluttiest makeup. Deep red lipstick and thick black mascara. You loosen your candy pink hair until it’s tossled like sex hair. “Hmm…” you think, looking yourself over in the mirror. “*Not slutty enough*”, you decide. You gingerly step out of your tiny sheer black thong and kick it aside, before going to a drawer in your nightstand.
You pull out a small, jeweled little butt plug and a small tube of lube. “*Don’t have much time to prep,*” you think, as you stroke a small bead of cold lube against your asshole. After some back and forth of your finger against your increasingly wet hole, you squeeze out another dollop on the cold steel of the plug, and aim it toward your ass.
You take a deep breath before slowly pushing the plug into you. A tear escapes your eye, muddying your freshly applied makeup as you deliberately pop the plug deep into your ass. You cry out as quietly as you can in pain as the plug burns your inside, forcefully stretching you out around its thick base.
Adjusting your skirt back down, you take another look in the mirror. Your hairs truly askew now, makeup runny, skirt barely covering your stocking-covered legs, tits billowing out of your corset. A small drip of your pussy juices clings to your leg, shining slightly.
“…Ready.”
You make your way to the door, and call out a goodbye to your husband, not waiting for a response before slamming the door shut behind you. The cold air stings your scantily clad body as you huddle to the car and ignite the roaring engine.
… Stepping out of the car, clumsily in your stripper high heels, you try to push through the hotel entrance, only to find it’s locked already… You need a hotel key to get in, at this time of night. Freezing in the cold, you knock hard on the door, begging for someone to come to the hotel door.
After a few minutes of the biting cold, a hotel employee finally noticed you at the door and moves to let you in. Opening it, he gives you a look over and asks why you didn’t have a key…
“I’m here to see someone… I’m not staying the night,” you tell him frigidly, as you move past. He stares you down, looking you over as you rush through the hotel corridor to the elevators. With every single step, your ass jiggles from the high heels, and you can feel the steel plug rub wetly against your hole. So full. “*He thinks you’re a whore…*” you think to yourself. “*A dirty fucking whore here to fuck some gross man, probably…*” You can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter at the thought.
The echoing clacking of your heels ends as you step into the carpeted elevator, and fumble for the 3rd floor button. A man steps inside before the door can close however… an older man, a little fat, unattractive. He smirks at you as you try to avoid eye contact. A chuckle escapes his mouth. “Well, aren’t you pretty, honey. How much you charge?”
You blush and look quietly away, ignoring him, your wetness growing. “*I really DO look like a whore…*”, you think. The fat man chuckles again, and steps off on his floor as the elevator comes to a stop. “Room 312… when you’re finished…” he waves as he stumbles away.
Moving the other direction, you approach room 302, and knock gently on the door. You can feel your cunt dripping slowly down your inner thigh as you wait for the door. A minute goes by. Then another. You knock again as you begin to feel frustrated.
Finally, as you’re about to pull your phone out and text me, I answer the door. I’m wearing only an evening robe, with a scotch in my hand. You lean against the door and smile at me. I smirk nonchalantly and mutter a “So this is what the agency sent me, huh? You’ll do”, before turning and coming back into the room, waving you inside. Jazzy upbeat music plays softly from the TV, and the lights are dimly lit.
Awkwardly, you step inside and drop your purse by the door. “Keep the heels on,” I command you, as I sit into a deep armchair by the bed. I take a sip of my scotch, my gaze devouring every inch of your dolled up, hooker-dressed body.
“Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?” you ask, your eyes drawn to the bottle on the table.
“No. That’s expensive scotch, not fit for a whore. Dance for me. I want to see how you can move that body…”
“Yes sir…” you submit, as you get a feel for the rhythm in the room. You begin to sway and run your hands up and down along your body, playfully tugging at your coat and unbuttoning it as you approach me. You met my gaze, desperate for my approval as your coat opens to expose the corset beneath. It begins to droop from your shoulders as you push your chest forward toward me, shaking your tits while biting your lip.
I smirk in approval as I take another sip. “Lose the coat.”
Obeying, you allow the coat to drop to the floor with a soft thud as you approach me. You jiggle your tits free from your corset, squeezing them enticingly, rubbing your nipples, before turning around putting your hands to the floor, sticking your ass out and up into the air.
“Good little slut, putting your ass and cunt on full display for me,” I groan, as my eyes devour your holes. I spank your ass hard, SMACK SMACK SMACK, before rubbing my thumb against the plug’s jeweled surface. You moan involuntarily as the plug nestles deeper inside you, threatening to be swallowed whole by your ass.
Turning around, you begin to try and crawl onto my lap. “Ah ah ah,” in a quick movement I grab hold your shoulders while standing, and spin you around, shoving you hard into the chair, trading places. “Letting you be on top would give you power. You’re not allowed to have any power. Not with me, whore,” I declare. “Remove your corset.”
Looking deep into my eyes, you realize you’re forced to do as I say. Reaching behind you, you unlace yourself, one by one, never breaking eye contact with him.
“Good girl.” I untie my robe and let it fall to the floor, now standing above you in your little chair, nude and fully erect. Your gaze shifts to my fully erect cock, thick and uncut. Your mouth almost begins to water, as you imagine the taste of sucking on it. The feel of it down your throat, hugging your tongue, filling you up.
Moving closer toward you, I grab hold of yours legs and lift them high, placing your ankles over my shoulders. My big rough hands drift down from your ankles over to your thighs, before grabbing hold of your tiny little skirt. I yank the little cloth from your hips, cleanly ripping it from your body and tossing it aside.
You’re now almost completely naked, except for your heels, stockings, and butt plug. As you shift in the chair, you can feel your wet pussy squeak against the leather, unsure what to do with your hands.
Reaching to the table to my left, I grab hold of a strip of leather, with a metal circle on it… A collar…
Bending forward, my hand gently caresses your hair as my other hand reaches to fasten the collar around your neck. Beginning to feel uncomfortable, you try to raise a hand in defiance. SMACK. Your face burns from the force of my hit, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. “Shhhh, don’t resist, you whore. Naughty girls get punished.”
Without putting up much more of a fight, you can feel the collar fastened tight around your throat. I attach a metal chain to the collar’s ring, before sliding it backwards on your throat.
Moving back to the table, I grab hold of leather cuffs. Sensing where this is going, you move to raise from the chair, only to be met with another hard slap across your face. A tear runs down your cheek, further ruining your makeup, as I wrap the cuffs tight around your wrists, fastening them to the chain attached to your collar.
Your hands are now tight behind your head, as though you’re surrendering to the police, bound tight with cuffs to the collar around your neck.
I smirk. “Now that’s a proper look for a real whore like you. Bound up and ready to be used.” Approaching closer, I grab hold of your thighs, running my hands along up your body, squeezing your tits. My mouth moves hard against yours, as my tongue slips through your mouth, mingling with yours in a rough kiss as you moan in resistance.
Ending the kiss, I grab you and lift you up into my arms, forcing you to wrap your legs around my waist to keep from falling off me. You can feel my cock rub against your clit, hard against your body. Moving to the bed, I slam you down hard before clamping down on your inner thighs and forcing them spread wide.
“No… fuck! Wear a condom, wear a condom!” you cry out. I line my cock up with your soaked cunt, rubbing it up and down your slit, against your clit, taking in your wetness. “Please!” you beg, gazing into my unflinching eyes.
“No.” I bury my raw cock deep into you with a single thrust. You moan out in pleasure as I fill you up, your walls clamping down hard against me, trying to push me out. My tip rubs against your cervix, threatening to conquer it with every thrust. You can do nothing but whimper and cry as I take you bareback.
“Look at me when I fuck you, whore,” I command. Doing as your told, you lock eyes with me. “Tonight, you’re my little fuck toy, which means you’ll do as I say…” I slam down extra hard into your wet little cunt. “WHATEVER I SAY”. You whimper uselessly, like the little fuck toy you are.
“Now, repeat after me…” I command, in between thrust after thrust after thrust. “You want to please me. You’re my fuck toy.”
“I want to please you… I’m your fuck toy…” you moan quietly.
I slam into you extra hard yet again. “LOUDER.”
“I WANT TO PLEASE YOU…. I’M YOUR FUCK TOY” you scream out, uncaring of all who can hear you through the thin hotel walls. The sensation of my cock filling you as your butt plug rubs hard against the wall between your cunt and ass is almost too much to take…
“Your mouth belongs to me. Your cunt belongs to me. Your ass belongs to me. Your WOMB belongs to me.”
“My mouth belongs to you… My cunt belongs to you… My ass… belongs to you… ” you echo in repetition.
“AND?” I ask.
“My womb belongs to you!” you cry out. My hands have relaxed their grip on your thighs, allowing you to clench them tight around my waist, now trying to draw me deeper inside you with every pump of my cock into your cunt. You can’t help but desire to please your man. To be what he wants, his little whore, his cum dump.
“You want my cum deep inside you. You want my seed to breed you. You want my baby fucked into you,” I continue, picking up the pace.
You begin to hesitate, knowing what he’ll do if you continue… “I… I want… Please don’t cum in me…” you whimper uselessly.
I slap you hard against across the face. “Bad girl. Start over,” I tell you, as my pace slows again, drawing things out.
“I want to please you… I’m your fuck toy…” you start over. Your face bursts with flush as your makeup runs messily down with your tears. Your cunt feels like it’s on fire with pleasure, worse and worse with every thrust.
“My mouth belongs… to you…” your breathing picks up, your hear beats faster, and your legs clamp tighter around me. Your hands grip your hair, desperate for anything to cling to. “My ass belongs.. to you… My CUNT belongs.. to you… to you…” you continue.
“Not to your husband?” I ask.
“Not to my husband…” you agree. “To you… to you… they belong to you…” You can feel me pick up the pace again, slamming you harder and harder against the bed. “I want… your cum…”; the walls of your pussy squeeze down hard on my cock, as a wave begins to rush over you… “Inside me… Inside me.. Please… I want it… Please cum deep inside me… Fucking fill me up sir!” You’re practically screaming now, flailing wildly on the bed as I pin you down and fuck you hard, cumming and cumming and cumming. You can feel your pussy flood juice all over the bed and all over my cock. “I want your seed…. to BREED ME!” You scream. “FUCK… PLEASE FUCK A BABY INTO ME!!!!”
As if on cue, you can feel my cock pulse and spasm as it floods your cunt with my cum, breeding you…
Whimpering in pleasure, you shudder as I pull my cock from your pussy. The sticky white mess sloppily rushes out of you, lubing the plug stuck deep in your ass as our combined juices make a mess on the sheets.
I stand up from the bed, and make my way over the table, grabbing hold of another chain as you lay paralyzed from the merciless fucking I gave you. You don’t resist at all, as I loosen your cuffs and link the chain of your collar to the wall-mounted bed-side lamp. It slowly dawns on you…
I chuckle. “Yes, that’s right… You’re mine until morning. You aren’t going anywhere, whore. I claimed your cunt, but I still need to claim your ass and mouth…”
“…Yes sir.”
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a6wvu1/escort_roleplay_mf