1. In Plain Sight: An Escort's Story


    Date: 5/3/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Prostitution, Teen Male/Teen Female, Written by women, Author: MichelleK111, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Let's get a few things straight right from the start. This isn't a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting where I'm going to stand up and tell everyone how many men I fucked and how much I love sex. It's also not some "woe is me, everyone feel sorry for me" story either. You see, I fully understand my decisions and even though you may not agree with them they're my decisions. To be perfectly clear I'm not naive and I know how lucky I am to have navigated the potential pitfalls of the escort lifestyle. I was never arrested, never abused and most importantly I never got pregnant or infected with some disease. At the end of the day I'm 23 and partially retired. I have apartments in multiple cities and a little beach front villa here in Ibiza, Spain. Why 'partially retired'? Well, when the CEO of some Fortune 500 company wants to meet you in Paris for a weekend so you can fuck him in the ass with a strap-on and is willing to pay you 50 thousand dollars it's really hard to refuse. I can afford to select who I want to entertain and who I don't. Nowadays it's about what's in it for me. So when someone wants to give me 50K and a weekend in Paris' elite establishments, who am I to say no? --- It started when I was 18 during the summer before my Senior year in High School. My foster family finally let me get a job at a soft serve ice cream shop at the beach near where we lived. It paid minimum wage and whatever tips you got which was none. About the only bonus to working at the soft serve was ...
    that you got free uniforms. No matter how hard you tried to stay clean by the end of the night you were covered with a nasty sticky coating of ice cream. So being able to change out of a uniform and have a laundry service wash them for was you pretty nice. The normal routine was whatever crew closed the store would grab some beers and go for a walk on the beach. It was common to go swimming in our underwear or even skinny dip to cool off. On a few occasions someone would bring some pot and a few people would smoke. It was mostly innocent and just a way to pass the time. Most of the employees got along pretty well and even the manager was nice. Maybe it was because he was 18 and still one of us, a teenager. With a little over a month left before school started I did my first trick. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't looking for customers. I didn't even know what an escort was. It was my manager. Like I said he was 18 years old, one of us and semi-cute. He was also our main contact for getting some beer. My manager and I were working the “closing” shift on a pretty slow night. “You want to walk on the beach tonight?” I asked. “Why so you can mooch more beer? You never fucking pay for anything.” He was right. I didn’t. Not because I didn’t want to but because my foster parents made me give them half of what I earned and then deposit the rest. They didn’t want me to spend any of my money. “You have to save it for college,” was the mantra I heard every week. “Forget the beer. Let’s just ...
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