The Time I Paid For Sex

A few years ago I paid a guy to fuck me. It's the only time I've ever done anything like that or felt I needed to. I don't feel guilty about it because I think (hey I know!) that he got as much out of it as I did.  It happened when I was away from home on a residential course for a week. I was single at the time and part of me wondered whether there would be anyone on the course I might meet (classic single's thought!). Fat chance. It was mainly women and everyone was lots older than me. Nobody was up for more than one drink in the evenings and the time dragged. I don't know if it is true of others (my OH and ex both say yes) but I always get horny in hotels. I don't know why. Something about the transitory nature of it all, the idea of people passing through, having sex there, being away from home. I dunno. But when I stay in hotels alone (fairly rare) I always masturbate. As a horny single at the time, I pretty much did it once or twice a day anyway. So it was part of my routine to masturbate when I got back to my room after the course/drinks and again in bed at night. On one of the nights I fantasized about a guy coming to the hotel and fucking me (or getting it on with one of the guests). That's when the idea took hold. I hadn't had sex for a few months and was really dying for a shag. I looked up agencies with male escorts while masturbating. I was turned on by the idea, the transactional nature of paying someone to fuck you. I wondered what sort of women paid for sex. Did young women my age, considered to be quite attractive, really pay for it? And the idea of doing that, of both the control and the seediness, really got me hot. The idea stayed with me throughout the following day and I got wet at the thought of doing it. I was having mad rushes of adrenalin thinking and a proper rush to my clit at the idea I might do it that night. By late afternoon I had decided I would. I can't tell you how excited I was, butterflies, the works. And wet. I had to shower, masturbate and change when I got back to my hotel, skipping the obligatory drinks. My hand was shaking when I dialed the agency. The whole thing was incredibly functional and professional and soon I had arranged for a guy to arrive at 8 and fuck me. I had dinner first alone (didn't fancy an awkward conversation with the guy over dinner) but could hardly eat, hardly believing what I had just done. The guy I had chosen arrived on time and I met him in the bar. He was a black guy, good looking, a little shorter than his picture had suggested, but then I am short anyway. I was by now very nervous and to be fair, he quickly put me at my ease. I saw in his eyes (and confirmed later) that he was attracted to me. He told me later that he wasn't always attracted to clients but had no difficulty in performing. He said most women who used his services were older, but there were women my age and younger as well and that more than once he had been asked to fuck two girls together.  Anyway, he was quite funny and easy company. I think I may have bailed if it had been awkward. We took a bottle of wine straight to my room and I paid him there and then. That moment was embarrassing but strangely thrilling, it made me feel a bit dirty and desperate, in a good way. Well time is money and all that so we got down to it quickly. He kissed me while tugging off my top and I could feel he was already erect. He pushed me down on to the bed, unhooked my bra and my tits spilled out, he started to fondle and kiss them. He was undressing at the same time. He sucked my tits and complimented me on them, he was actually moaning a little bit and said I was gorgeous. Then he took of my skirt and knickers and the rest of his clothes. He had a tight, fit body and a nice big cock. He started kissing me again and his hand moved between my legs. He knew what he was doing there too, and I was soaking wet as he played with my clit. I reached down and took hold of his cock, it was rock hard and as I say, big. Not comedy big, just a good size with heavy balls. Long and thick. "Do you want me to go down on you?" he said and that was one awkward moment, I almost laughed. I nodded and he kissed his way down my body, spending ages teasing my thighs before his mouth found my hard clit. Oh he was good, I guess you'd expect that, but I was still being turned on by the outrageous fact that I was paying him to do this. I came quickly in his mouth, panting and moaning, he even remarked how quick it was. He was about to put a condom on and fuck me then but I stopped him, got him to lie on his back and returned the favor. I wanted to suck his cock, there was almost a challenge in making sure he was enjoying himself too. Well he clearly was, he made loud appreciative noises as I took it in my mouth, licked and sucked it. He stopped me after five minutes or so as I think he was going to cum. (I'm pretty good at head you know!) Then he did put on a condom and start to fuck me. He built up a good rhythm in the missionary position then I spun us round so I could go on top (my favorite position) and ride him. He was clearly turned on and enjoying it and I really was too, he had a great body and knew what to do with it. He sucked my tits as I fucked him, telling me how beautiful they were, and as I started to lose control, without asking but somehow knowing I wanted him to, he put a finger just slightly up my arse. I started to come with a huge shudder, panting, squealing a bit. I finished well before him and he ended up flipping me over and doing me doggy style after I had come. OMG, that was the best bit, he fucked me really hard in long, strong thrusts and I was squealing aloud by now and giving it the full 'Ohhh fuck me!' bit! He gradually increased speed and I was gone, I started to come again and this time so did he, pumping hard into me and moaning. So that was the end of it really, he had to go pretty soon after that, we did have a brief chat about his work, why someone like me ended up paying for sex (I said it was about control and he said he liked that - truth is I was just desperate for sex!!).  Reflecting on it now I don't feel bad. I genuinely think he really enjoyed it and paying a man for sex doesn't raise quite the same moral questions as paying a woman does (google patriarchy!). I'm also amazed I did it. My friends at the time were too. My OH finds the story very hot. I hope that you do, too