Soul For Sale

Soul For Sale

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

That night I had sold my body. Tonight, I had sold my soul. A story narrated by a prostitute.

Summary

That night I had sold my body. Tonight, I had sold my soul. A story narrated by a prostitute.

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Submitted: June 16, 2011

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Submitted: June 16, 2011

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As I waited for my special client, as John, my pimp had called him, I remembered the last time I had been in this room.
The man, Samuel, an employee in a corporate firm walked towards me, slightly inebriated. “Uhm, have a seat. Would you like a drink?” he asked, slightly unsettled, as usually men are in presence of a prostitute.
Robert, my client entered, having finished whatever business he had gone to finish with the receptionist. I didn’t know what he did. Just that he had enough money to spend more than thrice the money people usually spent to have sex with me. “Come and sit here on the chair,” he said in a gentle yet commanding tone. “I’ll get you some wine.”
“No thanks,” I replied with a small smile and placed a hand on his arm. Smiling back, he nodded and poured some whiskey for himself.
“No thanks, I’m fine,” I replied, intimidated by the air he held around him. But John had made a rule for us – no alcohol at work and I planned to follow it.
“I don’t take no for an answer.” He spoke with a cold smile and I found myself nodding. He poured two glasses of a red wine that looked expensive and handed one to me.
“Let’s do it then,” the man said, question hidden in the statement as he slowly put his arms around me and reached for the zip of my dress.
He himself went to the bed where he had laid down his briefcase. I heard him shuffling through it but did not dare to turn around and look. Then like a lone lightning bolt in the sly, his voice boomed through the room. “Take of your clothes; all of them.” Again a command I couldn’t defy. I quickly undressed myself and stood naked before him; but for what? Sex? Show off? Approval?
I had been naked in front of numerous men and I took pride in my body but somehow, standing there, without the shield of my clothes, I felt vulnerable, more naked than I had ever been.
Kissing my mouth, he pushed me onto the bed. His hands roamed all over my body, toying with my nipples, exploring my skin. His calloused fingertips rubbed against my body. I took his penis in my hand stroking lightly at first, then with vigour. His pupils dilated in arousal.
He ordered me to walk up and down. When I hesitated, he came closer and slapped me hard on my left buttock. “You worthless fucking wretch, can’t obey a single simple order!” he shouted. “Don’t you dare look at me like that, you whore. Now you do as I say or…” he left the threat hanging in the air, pausing for a moment to let it all sink before he spoke again – though now calmer than before. “Lay down on the bed, on your stomach face down. Legs spread.”  When I obeyed, he cuffed my ankles to the bed post and tied my hands against the headboard.  Then came hell. He slapped my buttocks until I was sure I would pass out of pain. But for some unknown reason, I was wetter than I had been with any other man, my clitoris tight, pleading for a release.
I pretended to like his ministrations on my breasts and went on to stroke him, moaning artificially every now and then. Suddenly he decided that it was enough and released me. Wetting his fingers with my cum, he stretched me and then proceeded to penetrate me. After a few thrusts, He withdrew, disposed off the condom, dressed up, put my money on the table and left.
The slapping stopped but I felt a still- dressed man lay on top of me. He smiled harshly before biting my shoulder. I screamed in pain, earning me another bite. He continued this, moving lower down my body. When he bit against my butt, I experienced my first ever orgasm. Until now, it had been a job – pleasuring men, taking the money and leaving; but tonight amidst the humiliation, I allowed myself to be pleasured. The pain and suffering became a part of my ecstasy.
That night, I had sold my body.
Tonight, I had sold my soul.
 


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