I Paid For Hot Sex: My Wild Night With A Male Prostitute ♕

I paid for hot sex even though I’m a gorgeous cougar.

I paid for hot sex! Me! And I possess huge, natural, 37DD tits, a toned ass and tight pink pussy. I don’t need to pay, plenty of men will screw me for free. Then one night, sitting alone at a cocktail bar, I met Anthony. He was just my type: tall, muscular, young, with an erotic sparkle in his eyes. After a few martinis, I asked him to join me in my hotel room. He leaned towards me then whispered in my ear, “You’ve gotta pay to play.” That’s when I realized Anthony wasn’t just a stud looking for a MILF–he was an actual gigolo.

If I paid for hot sex, would I be satisfied? The answer was YES.

Once in my room I left the cash Anthony demanded on the bureau. OK, I thought as I slipped out of my Prada dress and La Perla matching white satin bra and panties, at least I’m calling the shots. After all, I paid for him! I couldn’t have been more wrong. Anthony, in all his nude glory–including a massive cock–pushed me down on the bed and straddled me. My heart was beating as fast as his cock was throbbing. “I’d rather be on top,” I said. Anthony answered by slamming his hand down over my mouth. “Shut up bitch,” he replied, “don’t you know that your job is to please me?” I paid for hot sex…and got my comeuppance.

He thrust his virile dick straight up my pussy, over and over again.

Anthony used his necktie to secure my hands behind my back. He turned me over so that my face was pressed against a pillow. Then his strong hands lifted up my ass. Now he was ready to take me from behind. I had never felt more ready in my life; my pussy was tingling in anticipation. He thrust his virile dick straight up my pussy, over and over again. To increase the tantalizing friction between us, I pretended to struggle. But really I was loving it–and Anthony knew it. I paid for hot sex. And he delivered the goods.

I paid for hot sex. It was worth every penny.

Right before he was about to cum Anthony withdrew. He exploded all over my ass. Then he spanked me. “Bad girl,” he teased me, “See what you made me do.” After that, he turned me over and came again, this time all over my tits. He ordered me to lick up the cum, which I did with my very talented and willing tongue. Anthony curled up beside me and we fell asleep in each other’s arms–after all, we’d enjoyed quite a workout! When I woke up Anthony was gone. So was the money I’d left on the bureau. I never saw him again. Maybe that was for the best; such magic would not occur twice.

I’m Sheridan and I love to talk about my freaky sexual experiences.

Being very open-minded, I have a lot of alluring tales I want to share. I paid for hot sex; that’s only one of my stories. Let me confide in you about the masturbation club I belong to…then we can masturbate together. Or do anything else your heart, and cock, desire. I’ll tell you my stories, you tell me yours. Best of all I’ll never tell your wife.