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Subject: {ASSM} Accidental Prostitute  (MF)     By David Lavenham
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Date: Wed, 12 May 2004 16:10:02 -0400
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Accidental Prostitute MF By David Lavenham
davidlavenham@hotmail.com
I also write custom stories and scripts. Contact me at the e-mail above for 
more information.

My name is Emily. I am 20 and have been a prostitute (or hooker is you 
prefer) for just over 2 years. I kind of fell in to it I guess, and charging 
for what I would probably do anyway seemed like money for nothing.

I was pretty sexually active before I went to Uni. But once I was there, 
with a college room of my own and no parents nearby I guess I kind of went a 
bit wild. Put it down to a reaction against a strict upbringing! I had a 
fantastic time, partying the whole time and getting laid most nights. I am 
not joking when I say my first paid sex was unintentional. I was at a party, 
dirty dancing with a great looking guy, grinding against him, feeling his 
hard cock through his jeans rub me as we danced.

`Do you want to go somewhere a little more private?' He whispered in my ear.

`What on a first date?' I joked.

He looked a bit worried at that.

`Hey I'm only joking', I reassured him.

`Your place or mine', He asked

`Mine, It's only a short walk'.

He held me tight and kissed me hard, his right hand slipping between us and 
grabbing my left tit.

`Not so fast buddy, I'm quality merchandise to be cherished' I joked, `you 
could never afford me!'

`Ł50 enough?' he asked

`Done!' I said and led him off the dance floor.

That was it. I thought it was just a joke, part of the sexually charged 
banter between us, but when I woke the next morning with a sore pussy and a 
warm post coital glow I found Ł50 on the pillow and no sign of my lover!

I thought it was a great story. I even joked about it with some of my 
girlfriends. But at the back of my mind I kept thinking `that was a hell of 
a lot easier to earn than the pittance I get for waitressing'.

................................................................................

The next time it was less of an accident. Another party, this time at a 
friends house. It had been a bad day at the restaurant, I had a bust up with 
the manager and I ended up getting fired. I was worried about how I would 
find a new job to pay for my education so to make things feel better I got 
steaming drunk. I could barely stand as I danced and I guess he thought I 
would be easy.

`Do you want to go upstairs?' he asked.

`Ł20 oral, Ł50 for a fuck', I slurred. Why I said it I don't know, but I did 
and next thing I was sitting in a pile of coats in a bedroom with his dick 
in my mouth.

It didn't take long to bring him off, and, as I felt the last of his hot cum 
slip down my throat he handed me Ł20.

`Thanks', he mumbled as he left.

I just sat there and stared at the note. First I smiled to myself, but soon 
I began to feel wretched. What had I done? I had just sucked a guy off for 
money. I began to cry.

A few minutes later there was a gentle knock at the door. I dried my eyes 
and tried to compose myself a little. Another knock.

`Hello?'  I croaked

The door opened and a tall blond guy came in looking a bit embarrassed. `You 
OK?' he asked.

`Fucking marvellous', I replied, `trying to sound caustic'.

`I have ... well ... I was ... well I was just ... um .... talking to Dave and he ... 
well .... he said.....'

`He said I gave him head for Ł20', I interrupted angrily

`Well, yes ... and well'.

I noticed the money in his hand.

`You want a blow job too?'

`Well actually, I was hoping to ... well, you know...'

`Fuck me?'

`Well ... I guess'

`Oh for fuck sake get on with it'.

I took the money from his hand, pulled off my panties and lay back on the 
pile of coats with my skirt round my waist legs open and eyes closed.

I felt his dick enter me a few seconds later. He pumped and groaned for a 
few minutes and then mumbled `oh yes' under his breath before filling me 
with his cum.

Without saying anything he pulled his dick out with an audible plop and a 
few seconds later I heard the door close behind him.

I was still laying on the bed with my eyes closed when there was another 
knock.

This time it was a short stocky gut I recognised from my Economics class.

`I ... er ... well', he stammered.

I was drunk and angry.

`Oh for fuck sake, do you want to fuck me or just oral?'

He handed me Ł20.

Less than an hour later I rejoined the party. I had a belly full of sperm, a 
sore pussy and Ł210 stuffed in my pocket.

.......................................................................................................

The following morning I had one hell of a hang over, but a little retail 
therapy did marvels. I should have felt guilty about my behaviour, but I 
didn't. In fact it thrilled me a little. And for the first time in ages I 
could afford some nice things.

........................................................................................................

A few days later I was coming out of the Economics lecture when I saw him. 
My stomach did a little flip as he cam over to me.

`Hi', he said, `Thanks for Saturday'.

`No problem'

`What are you doing later?', he asked.

That was it. I gave him my address and that lunch time he paid a visit.

I was sober this time and more in control. He wanted to fuck so I took his 
money and stripped.

I helped him undress, stroked him hard and slipped a condom over his dick. 
It was business now so I groaned a little (he wasn't great so I had to fake 
it) and gave him a little hug when he left.

............................................................................................................

Business kind of grew from there. I invested in a second `business' mobile, 
put a couple of cryptic ad's in the windows of local newsagents and I was 
soon pulling in a few hundred quid a week.

Most times it was fine, usually students, sometimes business men, 
occasionally lonely old men. If I didn't like the sound of a punter I would 
tell them I was busy and most of the time I even managed to enjoy the sex.

My first bad experience was with a drunk. He sounded OK on the phone but by 
the time he got to my room he was behaving aggressively. I tried to throw 
him out but he threw me to the bed and raped me. It really shook me up and I 
even gave up for a few weeks, but eventually the lure of easy money drew me 
back.

...........................................................................................................

Over the months it became routine, just like any other job. I spent a couple 
of hours a day, more at weekends, in my room fucking. I had a few regular 
punters and was used to a steady income. I had assumed that no-one had 
figured out what I was up to, but I was wrong.

I was with a punter when the note came under the door. He was well hung and 
I was enjoying his huge dick filling my pussy to much to notice, but when He 
had gone I saw the official college notepaper. It was a letter from my 
Senior Tutor requesting a meeting.

.................................................................................................


I was shitting myself as I knocked on his office door.

`Enter' he bellowed.

I had only met him twice before. He as a big fat slug of a man with an evil 
reputation. As I entered he peered over the top of his glasses, looking me 
up and down like something that had just crawled out of the gutter.

I took a step into the room.

`Door!' he said nodding behind me. I turned and shut he door.

`Sit' he instructed, nodding to the chair next to his desk. He was treating 
me like a fucking kid.

`I will get straight to the point', He swung his chair round and stared 
straight into my eyes. `I believe you are conducting an unorthodox business 
venture from college premises'.

If I hadn't been so scared I would have laughed out loud. Pompous little 
twat, I thought.

`I do not wish to dwell on the detail', he continued, `suffice to say this 
is a most serious matter that could lead to you being expelled'

I went cold, it was my worst nightmare. What would I tell my folks?

`Do you deny that you have been conducting, er, lets say liaisons in your 
room in exchange for money?'

`Yes, well no, I mean, I ....'

`This is a most serious matter', he mumbled looking down at some papers on 
his desk, `Most serious', he repeated, getting up from his desk and walking 
to the window.

He stood there silent for a while before turning back to look at me.

`Perhaps', he said as he walked over to where I was sitting, `I f we could 
could come to some kind of , er, arrangement'. His hand touched my shoulder 
before he let his fingers slip down across the material of my t-shirt, 
coming to rest on my left breast.

So this was what he wanted!

Still sitting I put my hand on his crotch, feeling his little dick swell 
under my touch.  Unzipped his fly and eased his dick out before slipping it 
into my mouth.

...........................................................................................................................

So my senior tutor became my pimp. He let me continue in exchange for weekly 
visits. He was a kinky sod and the only punter I let fuck me in the arse, 
but what the hell, it was only business.



By David Lavenham
davidlavenham@hotmail.com
Free archive available at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/davidlavenham/www

I also write custom stories and scripts. Contact me at the e-mail above for 
more information.

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