[F] My family’s descent into sluthood

Been a long-time lurker, now a first-time poster while my hubby doesn’t know I’m sharing my naughty secrets, and where better to start but with my family and being propelled into sluthood. Currently, my family is made up of my mom, my two sisters, and me, who’s the youngest. Now I guess you could say we have daddy issues since he passed away when I was twelve and never had a strong male role model in my life until in recent years. Anyway, the breakdown of my family goes like this:

My Mom [50F] – After my father’s passing, her life as the religious church housewife ended. While trying to provide for us, she secretly became a prostitute. Things only got worse from there, especially when she started bringing randoms home, which led to her giving my sisters and me an ultimatum of whether to leave the family or not. Needless to say, we left, but that’s a different story, along with everything else before that moment.

Gas station fun [M/F] [rape] [prostitute] [tits]

Another fucking night working late at the gas station. In the outskirts of the city. Bunch of cars passing by but no one stops. It’s 2am and I’ve ran out of ideas to entertain myself. I open my browser and search for good porn to watch. I’m so bored I don’t think I’ll even do anything, I just want to watch something.

I’m looking at the screen, dick getting hard as a rock, mesmerized by a perfect small blonde bitch being fucked by a bunch of men when the door opens. To be honest, I don’t care anymore, I slowly turn off the phone and put it down ending the moaning and fucking sounds. I look up and I see a woman in huge heels walking around the place. “A prostitute” I think to myself. She is dressed in a mini skirt and a top, her huge tits are about to pop out of that thing.

I’m rock hard, I reach my hand down and touch my cock over my pants while looking at that beauty. “Fuck I’d love to give her some of this cock but these bitches are expensive as fuck”. After grabbing some stuff she heads to the counter, I don’t bother stop touching my dick, I bet she has seen worse. She leans on the counter, her huge tits exposed to me, and of course I look.

I hooked up with an OnlyFans girl who was pivoting to “alternative revenue streams” 😳 [MF]

There I was, sitting in the corner chair of the hotel room, as the woman I met less than an hour earlier stood between my knees.

I already had some hints that things might get a little unconventional in here; but not being one to turn down an adventure, I had decided to roll with whatever happened.

She slowly kneeled, never breaking eye contact. Her tongue traced her parted lips, and her hands came to rest on my knees. Ever so slightly she stretched out her fingertips, and her red nails began to slide up my thighs, nudging my legs apart. After the longest 10 seconds of my life, she finally reached my belt and unclasped it. With that, she took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and the expression on her face shifted to an almost professional demeanor. Then two of her fingers gripped my zipper, as she spoke in a warm, smoky radio voice:

“Two million employers have used ZipRecruiter for their hiring needs,” she practically moaned the words as she straddled my lap and leaned into my ear, her hand still working my fly.

The Quiet Neighbor: Gateways

Life in the house had gotten exciting. Alexia and Dom had really gotten into the fun of having Sarah as a fuck toy. She had woken from her late night shifts to being tied up, pleasure tortured, being whipped with a silicone spatula, little red marks still lining her abdomen, thighs, breasts, ass, and her oh so sensitive pussy lips. Victor’s work schedule made his appearance random and always a bonus. Riding Dom while having Alexia hold her face to Alexia’s Swollen dripping cunt, then boom surprise anal. Sarah had promised her body was available. No need to ask, as long as she wasn’t on her way to work. She was theirs use her, abuse her, they had all agreed and for months it had been wonderful.

John’s Day Out, Part 2 [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [Fiction]

He was right, of course. While it’s what he would’ve preferred, John wasn’t sure he could’ve made it through a night of drinks and talking. Not in a bar like this. His eyes locked with the stranger’s.

“Could even make you a drink when we get there, if you want~” The stranger offered. “Sound good~?”

It really did. Maybe a night with this stranger would help clear his head. He could pass by Marcia without thinking of what it would be like to pin her against the nearest flat surface.

“Sure.”

He just wished that could’ve sounded a little more confident. Not that it seemed to matter to this young man, given the wicked grin he wore.

“Then why wait~? Let’s go!”

For someone so small, he had a firm grip. John was tugged along by this stranger, out of the bar and a ways down the street. Until they came to an apartment building, and not a cheap looking one at that.

“Francois,” His stranger said to the bellhop out front. “I’ll be having a guest for a few hours. Don’t let anyone up, okay?”

38F Hotwife worked as a Street Prostitute

We have always fantasized about me working as a street prostitute in downtown LA…(or really being made to work as a prostitute…usually in Mexico, Tijuana..there is a whole real crazy story about that, that I will have to tell you later)…As summer hit and COVID eased, We decided to really look into making this a reality….after a lot of research and several internet posts…I spent two wild nights working as a prostitute…had a pimp and everything…I even did this while Hubby was out of town on business (so he could not stop me)….I sent him the below texts as it went down and after….it was really crazy fun (I have impulse control issues)…..needless to say he was glad to get home:

Playing With Fire – Part 1 (Male Perspective, Minor Degradation, Oral Sex, PIV, Creampie, Unprotected, Caught, Long Read)

I threw my duffle bag down on my bed and collapsed on top of it. A twelve-hour drive was exhausting. The trip home had been my first trip home in several months. My sisters were happy to see their big brother home for a few days, plus Mom and Dad were glad to see I was doing okay. Well, as good as I could anyways. A three-day weekend at home was just what I needed to get my head back on right, considering recent events had led me to a dark place. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I was out of the darkness completely, but the trip home had definitely brightened me up a bit.
Staring up at the ceiling of my room in the three-bedroom apartment, I just zoned out. All I could think about was how I needed to focus on my studies and get into a routine, and in time the darkness and pain would fade. It was my third year at the University of Alabama, and I was working on my major studies. I wanted to get my business degree with a minor in marketing, and four years in the U.S. Navy paid for just about everything. The plan was to get my degree and then go work for my Dad, who currently ran our small family restaurant. I say small, but even in the midst of the pandemic we actually saw an increase in sales. Centrally located, the local manufacturing plants in our town were only a couple blocks away, and the patrons from those plants made our family business one of the most popular lunch spots for miles. Dinner sales weren’t bad either, especially on the weekends. Problem was, my Dad was getting old. Already two years past retirement age, the wear and tear of the job was taking a toll on him. Knowing how tough of an old geezer he really is, I judge he has another three years in him at least before he concedes. I wanted to be prepared to step in those shoes when that moment happens.

Guy picked me up from a hotel bar and thought I’m a prostitute. I didn’t bother correcting him in his thinking. [FM]

I was supposed to meet up with my regular FWB at a hotel. He used to work there, so guys would just let us use any room that’s available and set to be cleaned anyways. He was late first and at some point said he has to cancel. Happens.

I was wearing quite a revealing black dress and a pair of heels, looking all dolled-up for him. Ordered myself a drink, chatted up the bartender (he’s cute as hell) and got another drink from some guy. He was ok, but boring as hell. Fortunately when he went to a bathroom another guy came over to have a chat. He was more than ok in my book, definitely two levels above the one that just left.

Who’s the boss

How I came into money is insignificant. Sure I’d love to tell that story as well but in the interest of what this audience is interested in we’ll just skip that part.

I retired at the age of forty. I lived modestly considering the bankroll I’d managed to amass. I dated many beautiful young women who always turned out to be gold diggers.
By the age of forty five I had given up on dating all together. I still had respect for the opposite sex but I knew I wouldn’t find love.
I decided to give these women what they wanted. I liked women in their early to mid twenties.
They had the energy to keep up with my insatiable sex drive. I had simply learned to be up front and offer to pay them for a weekend of debauchery instead of having a woman pretend to love a man twenty years older than her in lieu of a more comfortable lifestyle.

The night I had ad-supported, sponsored sex with an influencer and then repeatedly pressed her skip button [MF] -🥑

There I was, sitting in the corner chair of the hotel room, as the woman I met less than an hour earlier stood between my knees.

I already had some hints that things might get a little unconventional in here; but not being one to turn down an adventure, I had decided to roll with whatever happened.

She slowly kneeled, never breaking eye contact. Her tongue traced her parted lips, and her hands came to rest on my knees. Ever so slightly she stretched out her fingertips, and her red nails began to slide up my thighs, nudging my legs apart. After the longest 10 seconds of my life, she finally reached my belt and unclasped it. With that, she took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and the expression on her face shifted to an almost professional demeanor. Then two of her fingers gripped my zipper, as she spoke in a warm, smoky radio voice:

“Two million employers have used ZipRecruiter for their hiring needs,” she practically moaned the words as she straddled my lap and leaned into my ear, her hand still working my fly.