Prostitutes are just people, aren't they?

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Just a bit of self assurance about prostitutes

There was a time when I didn't need nor want the help of a prostitute. So long ago. So many orgasms enjoyed. So many fantasies fulfilled. So much money gone. But then, wasn't that the point of it all?

So this will be brief, but one instance when it seemed feasible that a prostitute would be the answer to my dilema. 

What was my dilema? Being incredibly horny after that ugly divorce four months earlier. She was with the new guy, not married but pregnant by him. Good for him; at least she would have sex with him. She told me intercourse was boring with me and she would not tell me what she wanted. Obviously it was him, or at least HIS penis.

So through a painful series of recommendations from a few male friends who had dipped their quill into darker ink, I met Cheri. A horny man's dream, much younger than me, long straight hair as dark as night, sparkling blue eyes that promised a good time, a body that demanded attention and a beautiful face that could melt anything except my needful erection. 

"What's your pleasure, Will?" she asked sweetly.

"I'm not sure; I haven't had sex since my divorce four months ago, so basically I just need to have an orgasm," I answered sheepishly.

"Why don't you just masturbate and save some money?" 

"I tried that but unfortunately I saw myself in the mirror and I couldn't finish."

"Okay, well, I'd honestly like you to get your money's worth, so what would you like to do?"

"Well, I know I'd like intercourse, but it will be awfully quick."

"Would you like me to tease you, Will, or maybe you'd like to come more than once?"

"Is that allowed? I mean, does that cost extra - to get there more than once?"

"No, you're paying me for my time, not your performance. And by the way, Will, are you always so proper when you talk about sex?"


"Maybe that was part of the problem with your wife. Do you call it your dick or your cock instead of penis? Do you come or get off or do you always "have an orgasm"? Do you fuck instead of have intercourse? And please tell me that you eat pussy rather than lick a vagina?"

"Well, I have given my wife oral sex..."

"PUSSY!It's eating pussy, Will. Can you say it - do you DO it?"

"Yes, yes, of course, when she asked for it, but I prefer having...I mean...fucking."

"Okay, Will, I think I need to educate you on how to please and satisfy a woman and THEN you will get laid more often and not have to pay for it."

"That's very kind of you,Cheri; I appreciate your help, but in the meantime..."

"Yes, I know; you need to have an orgasm, right?" she teased.

"Okay, right...Cheri, I want you to make me come - twice!" 

She laughed and shook her head seemingly in disbelief, but hooked her arm into mine and led me to the bedroom. There was less talk the rest of the time as I struggled not to come. Her hands teased me, drew me to exciting hights I never felt before and then she finally allowed me to come. I loved her control and let her have her way with my cock. When I came, I had never seen so much cum in my life. She cleaned me up while I relaxed and then...

"Now it's your turn," she said, lying down next to me. I tried kissing her but she was more interested in having me lick and suck her breasts, which I willingly did. 

"I'm already wet enough, Will, but I'd like a little treat before we go for round two," she said.

She flipped me over onto my back and straddled my body, and I was astonished as she crawled forward. She worked her way up my chest, pinned my shoulders with her knees and pressed her pussy into my face. I lapped and lapped like a dog drinking from his dish and she shook her head. "So much to learn," she said.

Her hands opened her folds and she told me exactly what to do. I was just beginning to feel like I was making favorable progress when she lifted up and scooted back down on the bed, her face hovering over my erection. Her mouth felt like a warm wet velvet glove, gently making love to my cock from the tip to the base. I think I whined or whimpered when she took me to the brink twice and I may have even begged to come.

Suddenly her body was straddling my midsection and she impaled herself on my cock. It was ecstacy in its finest form. I felt like I would come at any second and yet I didn't. She seemed to know exactly when to slow down and when to release the pressure. I lost all track of time, just letting her use my cock for our mutual pleasure. At that point I felt like it WAS for our mutual pleasure, but there was no way I could tell. She seemed to be aroused and when she came, (or pretended to), so did I, gushing whatever cum I had left into her warm sex.

Maybe she was just a good actress and this was all for my benefit, but if it was, so what? That's what I paid for; to get off and enjoy it. She acted like she also really enjoyed it, and that made it well worth the money.

Later, as I was leaving, she gave me some verbal encouragement. "I decided to try to make it last and just take it from you when I wanted. That way, you will come back again."

"Oh, I will be back; I'm not sure when but I will be back, Cheri. I had a great time; thanks a lot."

"You need to come back, Will. You have much to learn about satisfying a woman and it will be to your benefit, I promise. Do you like role playing?"

"I'm not sure what that involves but as long as you help me, I'll do anything you tell me to do."

"That's what I wanted to hear. Call me soon, Will."



Submitted: May 26, 2022

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Sounds like you got a true professional with that one!

Fri, May 27th, 2022 11:27am


Much more than that, actually. Thanks for the comments.

Fri, May 27th, 2022 5:40am

sweet lemon

Good true story
I have found from experience that prostitutes do not like "kissing".
So glad that you still got your money's worth .

Fri, May 27th, 2022 1:51pm


When you're in need and desperate, kissing isn't required to satisfy the libido, N'est pas? Thank you for reading and the comments.

Fri, May 27th, 2022 7:18am

Amy F. Turner

Awww, this was great. Cheri sounds like a wonderful and patient teacher. And she is savvy enough to understand the needs of her client. Sex education at its finest. Very enjoyable read, Will. Thank you for sharing. :)

Sat, May 28th, 2022 1:42pm


When you find a friend like Cheri grab hold of her with your teeth… well not actual the teeth… well, you know what I mean. I didn’t

Sat, May 28th, 2022 10:12pm

Matt Triewly

I enjoyed this. Well written.

Mon, May 30th, 2022 6:05pm


Thanks for checking it out and sending feedback.

Tue, May 31st, 2022 5:38am


I agree with Laird's comment. Cheri seems like a good patient person to have, to teach you. Great story : )

Tue, May 31st, 2022 7:26pm


Thanks for reading and the kind feedback.

Tue, May 31st, 2022 2:13pm


I feel like we all need a Cheri in our lives x

Wed, June 1st, 2022 7:00pm


Or at least someone like her, who will be accommodating and yet fun, right? Thanks so much for reading and commenting on my story.

Wed, June 1st, 2022 4:58pm


Great post, sounds like Cheri knows how to keep the money coming in. She sees a need and intends to fill it, she’s a true salesperson. A potential to become a good novel, the life of a prostitute and the lives she can change not to mention the money she can make.

Sat, June 4th, 2022 2:18pm


That's an interesting viewpoint - a novel.....thanks for taking time to read and comment!

Sun, June 5th, 2022 9:25am

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