This is a true story and I plan on writing more about some of my sexual experiences. I enjoy reading erotic stories and decided to try my hand at writing one. This story takes place in November 2020.When the plane landed I unbuckled my seat belt and leaned over, lowered my mask, and kissed the man, who was sitting next to me in our first-class seats, on the cheek. ?Thank you,? I said to him and pulled my mask up. I had more than a hint of giddiness in my voice.I could see Patrick?s smile behind his mask and he placed his hand on my bare knee, ?You are welcome, Felicia.? His deep, masculine voice gave me a slight tingle. We both stood at the same time and he towered over my five-foot-one-inch frame. Patrick was a big man. He stood six feet two inches and his body was large with a barrel chest and huge muscular arms. It was a working man?s physique; not the sculptured body that men got from going to the gym every day and working out, but the type of body men got from a life of hard labor. Patrick was a forty-two-year-old white man with short, light brown hair that was cut in a professional style. His smooth-shaven rugged face was not what I would call handsome. He was attractive in a way but not someone women would jump at the chance to be with. I came to find him more attractive over the seven months since we had started dating. Dating? That?s one way of putting it. In truth, Patrick was what people would call my ?Sugar Daddy.? I never called him that and did not like the term, but if it quacks like a duck. My attraction to him came more from how he treated me and the type of person he was, not just the money he spent on me or the gifts he purchased me. True, that was how our relationship started and while I did not love him I did become very fond of him. Patrick was a true gentleman. He treated me with respect, opened car doors for me, doors to buildings, and was very polite and respectful to others. He reminded me of men from older movies. Men like that, those from my experiences, are hard to come by. He had very few vices. Patrick was not a heavy drinker and I had never seen him drunk while he had seen me drunk on several occasions. He seldom used crude or vulgar language in everyday conversation and he used ?yes sir,? ?no, sir,? ?yes ma?am,? and ?no ma?am? to people often. After almost seven months of dating him the only vice I could find he had was sex. Patrick was a very sexual and sensual person and he did have his kinks and fetishes. None of them I minded at all and found them very exciting, thrilling, and physically satisfying. I had yet to object to anything we did sexually and I had my fetishes and kinks he was more than happy to fulfill. Patrick enjoyed love-making and sensual passion when we had sex, but he also enjoyed fucking my brains out. Patrick was a very dominant man sexually and often our intimate times would be rounds of rough sex that included but not limited to hair-pulling, spankings, bondage at times, him using toys on me, and even sometimes using ball gags and nipple clamps on me. There were several occasions we had threesomes with other girls and he even liked to watch me get fucked by another man, which we had done on occasion since we started our relationship and arrangement. However, he never did anything I did not consent to and I admit, I enjoyed these things a great deal. Yes, it was true through our financial arrangement and I considered myself ?bought and paid for? I did consent to some of the things we did together sexually I would normally not do, but I did enjoy them a great deal. I liked when he would watch me get fucked by another man and then join in. We even participated in a mini orgy with three female stripers and four male strippers when Patrick took me to Los Vegas for my twenty-first birthday. He financially compensated the stripers very well for their time that night, but they all enjoyed it as well. Another time when we went to New York City he took me to see Wicked on Broadway and then after we went to a Fetish/BDSM club. It was a delightful night of depravity. Being a small-town girl I never knew there were so many ?freaky? people until our night in the fetish club. As Patrick got our carry-on bags from the overhead storage compartment I looked around at the other first-calls passengers as they departed the plane. The looks some of them gave us, gave me, were looks of disapproval. Two men, one much older and one younger than Patrick, ogled my body. I understood their looks even if I did find them more than a little offensive. The main reason for their disapproval looks would be the fact I was a young black girl with a much older white man who, based on our shows of public affection during the flight, was easy to see what type of relationship Patrick and I had. The other reason would be the way I was dressed, which is what drew the attention of the two men. Patrick had another fetish and that was younger black girls and I am a young black girl. At the time I was twenty-one. I am very happy with my looks except for my height. I am only five foot one inch tall and wished I was taller. I weighed
Ankara escort one hundred and fifteen pounds and I have been told often I am pretty but I think I am just cute. I did have a vain and conceded feeling about three of my physical features. I have very nice, natural thirty-six C cup breasts which were firm and tipped with large brown areoles. My petite frame made them look even more perfect. I have a great ass as well. I had a nice bubble ass that was tight and could fill out any outfit I wore. I was vainly proud of my amazing butt and liked to show it off in clothes that fit my ass snuggly.Lastly was my pussy. I had a sexy, tight pussy. The vulva area was puffy, sometimes called fat by men and women I have been with, and inside my pussy was a nice coral pink color. I did wish the flesh color around my vulva and pussy was a much darker skin tone than the rest of my body like a lot of black girls have, but I can?t have everything. My skin complexion is the color of light mahogany and I had a rose tattoo on my right shoulder. I have a thin waist which also helps to accent my butt and breasts. My hair was long and styled with thin, crochet dreadlocks. My natural hair length was down to the middle of my back, but I do have hair extensions that extended down past my waist. Patrick liked my hair.Personality-wise I am very easygoing with a sweet nature, very outgoing and charming, slow to anger, and when I do get mad I get over it very quickly. I do tend to talk a lot and spill a lot of personal information about myself. Sexually I am very open and willing to try different things. I do have my kinks and fetishes. I believe in communication before, during, and after sex to discuss things you and your partner enjoy and do not enjoy; it?s embarrassing to have my tongue up a guy?s ass or a girl?s ass and have them tell me they don?t enjoy that. Yes I may be disappointed they don?t enjoy some of the things I do, but if it does not please them or make them feel good then I give them respect. I am a submissive lover and enjoy my partner being the one in charge during sex. I may and do enjoy imitating sex but when it starts I prefer them to be in control. I orgasm very easily, quickly, and often during sex or having my pussy and clit fingered or licked and played with. I can cum from both penetration as well as stimulation of my clit. In general, I will have two or three orgasms, sometimes more, before my partner has one. When I was eighteen and getting a birth control prescription from the doctor at the health clinic I asked her if that was normal and she assured me nothing was wrong with me and even chuckled and said I was a ?lucky girl.? That day on the plane I was wearing casual clothes but they were also a little revealing. My green pullover top was low cut and you could see the top of my white bra and my white shorts were short and tight. I did like to show off my cleavage and ass. It was November but we landed in Orlando, Florida and the weather was still warm enough for such clothes.I met Patrick seven months ago when I was living in Branson, Missouri where I was born and raised. I was raised by my grandparents since I never knew my father and my mother was declared an unfit parent due to her use of drugs and alcohol and her diagnosed bipolar disorder. Social Services took me away from her when I was nine when during one of her manic depression moods she tried to severely hurt me.I would not say we were poor, but we did not have a lot of money. My grandfather owned a convenience store that was not very successful, mainly due to the area we lived in. I would not call it the ?ghetto? but it was close to it. He was robbed often and people there had very little money to spend and most of his income from the store came from beer, tobacco, and gasoline. My household was not the most loving household to grow up in. My grandfather was a grumpy and sometimes cruel man who was strict and while he was not abusive he did believe in corporal punishment in the form of using a switch on the back of my upper thighs. The worse part was he would make me go out and pick the switch from one of the trees in the yard and if I picked one not to his liking the punishment was worse. That being said, he never beat me or switched me for no reason. Yes, often the reason did not fit the punishment in my opinion and I would get switched for the slightest misdeed. My grandmother was very old fashion and religious and supported her husband. After I graduated high school and at eighteen years old and working my grandfather kicked me out of the house and my grandmother did nothing to stop him nor did she want to. She even called me a devil spawn whore like my mother as I was leaving. They figured since I was eighteen their obligation as guardians were over. I moved out and have had very little contact with my grandparents since then; they don?t seem to have minded and never attempted to contact me. While it was never said by them, I know the main reason I was kicked out of the house was because of my sexual activities and the fact I dated white
Ankara escort bayan boys. While not limited to dating or getting fucked by white boys I was still attracted to them. I also had a reputation of being who my grandmother called ?a good time girl? and most people would call a slut. There were girls at school that were more promiscuous than I was but also more discreet about it. Another reason I was considered the school slut was an unfounded rumor that an ex-boyfriend of mine started when I was sixteen. Before he broke up with me he told everyone I had been ganged banged by five white boys at a party thrown by college boys from the College of the Ozarks. That was not true. First, it was only three white boys and all I did was perform oral sex and only on two of them. Now granted I intended to let all three fuck me but the combination of the alcohol and swallowing the cum of the first two boys did not sit well in my stomach and I vomited on the third boy as I was sucking his white cock. I told them I was fine and could continue but as soon as those words came out of my mouth I threw up again, this time on the bed. They lost interest in fucking their first black girl and I was too embarrassed to push the issue. The final nail in the coffin for them kicking me out of their home was when my grandfather discovered that when I was eighteen and in my senior year I was having an affair with a thirty-eight-year-old white man. He was a contractor that was doing some work on my grandfather?s store after a tree fell on the store due to a bad thunderstorm. The man was the divorced father of a girl I went to school with. She was not a friend and two years behind me in school, but to my grandparents, it was something only a whore would do. I never saw it that way. I was eighteen and I always had a very open and willing to explore my sexuality and I love sex. But those are different stories.At eighteen and no big promises of going to college due to money and the fact I never did take the SATs, not because I was not intelligent but I saw no reason to take it. I was working as a maid in one of the resorts in the Ozark area and living in a rented one-bedroom, rundown, mobile home, and struggling to pay my bills. When I was twenty I was fired from my job as a maid for two reasons. One was Covid and the lack of tourists coming to the Ozarks during the pandemic and the other reason was that I took money to have sex with a married couple in their early fifties who were guests at the resort. The night I spent with them I found out they were a racist couple from Mississippi who wanted to dominate a young black girl. They were into race play, which I did not mind at all.One of my fetishes when with a white male or female was for them to verbally humiliate me by calling me a black whore, black slut, etc., and as they fucked me making a point to refer to my race and skin color such as saying things like; ?I want to fuck your black pussy,? ?you like sucking white cock,? and similar things. I did not like when they used the ?N? word to me or some of the other racial slurs, but for two thousand dollars, I could endure it for the night. I did not mind the hair pulling, spankings, and mild face slapping (things I do enjoy) they did to me either, but the lady slapped me twice very hard that left a bruise on my cheek. That I did not care for but I continued the night for the money. Since I was fired for the ?prostitution? I could not file for unemployment. I knew I crossed a line by accepting the couple?s money, a legal and moral line, but I needed the money to pay bills and make my rent and buy food and pay my car payment on a used, run-down older model Toyota that was not worth the money I financed to purchase it. I felt the two thousand dollars to spend the night with them was well worth it. I never knew how I got caught or who found out and told on me, but I did get caught. My suspicions were the couple told on me for just being racist and maybe they thought it would be funny to have a black person fired. I thought that because when I was fired my manager never had proof I prostituted myself; he just said it came to his attention that I offered my sexual services to them for money. The resort manager never called to police but told me he would if I tried to file unemployment and told me he would not give me a reference for another job and if any new employer contacted him about my integrity he would tell them what I did. He was openly gay so I knew I could not entice him with sex or at least a blow job to keep my job. Yes, I was that desperate for money and a job. The manager also hated me anyway since I was occasionally fucking one of the bellhops that the manager had a thing for. At twenty I was unemployed, Covid was rampant and businesses were not hiring, or at least businesses I was qualified to work at. I was two months behind on my rent and facing eviction as well as having my power and water and gas disconnected. The two thousand dollars I got from the couple would only help me for about two more months, maybe three if I went without
Escort Ankara some things like food and lived off Ramen Noodles. I had no family or friends to help so I did what I had to and what I thought was my best option and I had already done it once so the door was already open so to speak. I became an escort which is a fancy way of saying I became a prostitute. At first, I thought about being just a webcam girl or starting an Only Fans site but that would need startup money to buy the things I didn?t have; internet, webcam, and even a computer, and it would take time to establish myself. The time I didn?t have. I used my phone to take some photos of me posing in provocative manners and found a website that I could advertise on as an independent escort. I was not very successful and just squeaked by selling my ?companionship?. It was not that I was not attractive enough or did not have a great petite body, but other factors. Nasty Covid, competition from other escorts, and as well as I did not know what the hell I was doing.My first time out did not go well at all. I showed up at the motel room and instead of one man it was two, they both fucked me very roughly and then did not pay. I was too naive about being a hooker to collect the money upfront. They threatened to beat me up if I did not leave and pushed me out of the motel room before I could finish getting dressed. I had to leave my shoes behind. I did not want to join an agency or have a pimp but I knew I needed someone for protection. I asked this black man who was a line cook at the resort I formally worked at for his help. I was friendly with him and he was a huge and mean-looking black man who I knew carried a handgun in his car. I don?t know if it was legal or not but I knew he had one. I knew he had a crush on me and at times when I worked at the resort, I flirted with him so he would sneak food products out of the kitchen for me to take home. It was not an easy question to ask and explain to him I had become a hooker, but out of desperation I did and I told him I would pay him. He agreed but said in exchange he did not want money but I had to let him fuck me on occasion and suck his cock. The bargain was struck and I now had protection.Another reason I was not that successful was my selectiveness of my clients. After my first experience, I would not see anyone under the age of thirty unless it was a male and female couple. I did not go broke and I was making enough money on the few clients I saw to have the same standard of living I had before I was fired. When the Covid vaccine came out and restrictions were lifted and had established a few regular clients I soon started making more money; enough money for me to move into a better apartment, still small and rundown but one that was much better than where I was living. I was able to afford a laptop and internet and webcam. I planned to stop being a hooker and become just a webcam girl and maybe keep a few of my better clients. I then got the phone call from Patrick and my life changed for the better.Patrick told me he was going to be in St. Louis for a week and was looking for ?companionship? for the entire week and he saw my ad online. I told him St. Louis was way out of my area so I had to decline. He was persistent and told me he would pay extra for my time and all my travel expenses and I would not have to spend any of my own money on anything. Wanting to get rid of him, St. Louis was about a five-hour drive and I did not want to drive that far and I did not think my car could make the trip without breaking down. Plus if I stayed a full week I would not have the safety of my security man.I am a nice person and don?t enjoy confrontation so instead of just saying no I made other excuses. I told him I could not drive that far, it would not be worth my time, etc. Patrick told me not only would he pay extra for my time, he gave me a dollar amount that was way above what a week of my companionship would cost, and also send me an airline ticket from Springfield to St. Louis. The airport in Springfield was only about a forty-five-minute drive from Branson. I was tempted by the money because it would be a lot and I could buy a new, used car with it; but I still had doubts. I used safety as an excuse next. Patrick told me he would send me a photo of three picture IDs and I could send them to someone I know so if they found my body in a dumpster the police would have an idea who did it. That did make me laugh. I next used the excuse of how could I trust he would pay up and had that kind of money. He offered to send a ?down payment? to my PayPal account. I told him that was foolish because I could just keep the money and never show up. He agreed but said it was only money. I got intrigued and broke down and agreed.True to his word he sent me an e-ticket for the flight and the money was deposited in my PayPal account. Now I am a nice person but don?t believe the stories about the ?hooker with a heart of gold? bullshit. They don?t exist and I certainly was not that. While I offered the full GFE experience and could play act the role of a girlfriend and lover, which I did enjoy, I was in it for the money and nothing else. I could have just kept the money and I even thought about it, but as I mentioned, Patrick?s offer intrigued me, and also the money he did offer for the full week was something I could not pass up. I decided to meet him.
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