1. Materialistic Slut


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Innocentgirl29, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    yet alone suggesting it to me. "I can’t believe that you took it that seriously Neil, I’m going, I'll call you later". I walk out and don’t look back at him but I can see his crestfallen face reflected in the window. During the next week I have time to think, my anger subsides and I call Neil. We chat but the little scene in the café is not mentioned. In fact, I have tried to distance myself from him as I’m embarrassed and yet strangely I’m also rather intrigued by the idea. That day in the café and Neil’s suggestion did get me excited but I couldn’t tell anyone because I didn’t think I could really go through with it. Or could I? What would people think of me if they found out? I’ll admit now that I want to, but should I? Yes, I think to myself, I will try it once, just once. I bite the bullet and decide it’s time to ask Neil round to discuss the proposition in more detail. I can’t bring myself to ring him and so just send a text instead asking him round to my flat that evening to talk. I’m nervous when he arrives but after a glass of wine I am able to explain that although I was joking earlier, I am curious. I explain that it’s not about the money; it’s just that I just want to see what it’s like to sell my body for sex. Call it turning a fantasy into reality if you will. He smiles and agrees to talk with his work colleague and will try to set something up for the following Saturday. As he leaves, he promises to keep me safe and we hug tightly. I can feel that my pussy ...
    is soaked and it didn’t escape my notice that he walked out of my flat with a nice hard erection. After several days of second thoughts and nervous excitement, Saturday comes and I get a text from Neil saying all is set and he will pick me up at six for a drink in the hotel bar first and then his workmate will arrive at seven. He has a room booked and the price will be £50 for the hour, with no lip kissing and no penetration without a condom. I laugh inwardly as it dawns on me that Neil has just become my pimp. Neil picks me up as arranged and I ask him if he thinks I’m dressed sexily enough. He looks at me in my black high heels, stockings, knee length black skirt with a slit up the back that is dangerously high and pink blouse through which I can just make out the faint pattern of my black lace bra. He nods enthusiastically, saying I look as sexy as hell. I should do, after all I’ve spent hours getting myself ready. My hair is half up and half down and I’m wearing more makeup than I would normally do, but it’s subtle. I notice how good Neil looks in his pink shirt and smart chinos. Neil checks in at the hotel and we head to the bar. After taking a seat I order a glass of wine and Neil has a Jack Daniels and coke. He can see me shaking so he gives me an opportunity to pull out of the deal and to go back home. I say I’m fine and down my large glass of wine then ask for another; which makes Neil laugh. His friend arrives, sits down next to me and Neil introduces me to Gary. ...
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