Was I a nymphomaniac or a sex addict? Maybe I was just an out-of-control exhibitionist. Either way, I was certainly a bit of a slut!
I had an itch I was struggling to scratch. Boyfriends and one-night stands were not doing it for me, I was only interested in having sex with older men, much older men. And it was the spontaneous, unexpected sex opportunities that really interested me. Those moments where you just go for it, particularly with a stranger, those were the opportunities I was craving, daily. Sometimes, many times in a day.
So I decided that it would be great to have a day filled with sex adventures with strangers. But how on earth would I arrange that?
The idea came to me that if I was an escort, I would be having sex with strangers all day. But a hell of a lot of risk came with that. Did I want to take money for sex? Not really, but I might need to, to ensure it would be authentic, for both parties. So I looked into it.
It was clear that here in the UK, many escorts plied their trade by using a website called Adultwork. Here you can list your location, services, prices and contact details. You can also add photos, which of course are very important, and describe yourself.
I read many profiles to look for some inspiration and the feeling I got was that none of this was really what I was looking for until I stumbled upon a profile that was interesting. The profile uncovered a woman who was married, but unhappy in her home life for a number of reasons. She needed sex and loved meeting new people, particularly men. She felt happy giving men what they were missing in their life whilst also fulfilling her sexual needs. She enjoyed the money too, which gave her an added freedom element.
So I tried to write a profile piece, which described both what I wanted and what I was hoping to provide.
It went a little like this: “Come and spend a short time with a sex-addicted nymphomaniac. My speciality is oral sex, so come to me if you want the best blowjob you've ever had. I will give you a slow, sensual toe-curling blow job and swallow your cum. Whether I suck your cum out of you as you sit back and relax, or whether you prefer to jerk your cum into my open mouth, I am ready to fulfil yours and my oral desires. This is an oral-only offer, for men over fifty only, it is also a short-time offer, come get it while it lasts. Contact me on the email or mobile number below. I'd love to taste you...”
I put the profile up with three or four photos of me without showing too much of my body and of course with my face hidden. I added only two price options, one for fifteen minutes and one for thirty minutes. Short, quick, horny sessions, were what I was looking for.
I first had to apply to the website to prove I was real and provide a phone number that they could call me back on. I was very nervous to provide all of this and deliberated over a couple of days. I then decided to not go forward with my plan.
A couple of days later I was horny again and dug out my notes and decided to go for it. Such a slut!
I was accepted as a member after a couple of days and all I had to do was to make my existing profile live. Would I get any emails? Would people call me? I didn’t know.
Before I did, however, I had another wobble. What if I had ten calls? How and when would I meet them? Would I really invite people to my apartment? At the time, I was renting an apartment in Reading and was planning on moving out and back to the West Country in the coming months. So mornings and afternoons of debauchery with comings and goings would probably have little in the way of ongoing repercussions. So after some toing and froing, I decided to go for it.
I would start on a Tuesday morning and plan a day of sex. I would make appointments from nine o’clock. I always woke up horny, then on the hour until six o’clock in the evening if needs be. I put the profile live on Monday afternoon.
The phone rang constantly and the emails came in. I had made arrangements to meet with men from nine o’clock in the morning through to four o’clock in the afternoon on Tuesday, all by Monday evening. The phone conversations and emails had a similar ring to them, most men wanted more than just oral sex so I had to be fairly strict that I was going to be fully dressed, there would be no other sex, they could not touch me and I wasn't going to be stripping or touching myself in any way. A few dropped out and of course, I expected the odd 'no show' as they call them in the game!
So I woke up in the morning, nervous and dangerously horny. I was up just after five o’clock, an early start. I watched some porn to get my juices flowing (literally) and put myself in the right frame of mind to suck and swallow cum from strangers all day.
It was while I was fantasizing and watching porn to get me in the mood that my horniness moved up a notch. The excitement of what was coming and how I had gone this far was really exciting me. But then I had an idea that was taking me out of control. I decided I would in fact dress very sexily for my appointments. I might even consider not taking their money, after all this was as much for me as for them. But I decided to wait and see...
At eight fifty-five in the morning, I was waiting for my first appointment, more nervous than I had ever been. I had no idea who was turning up, no pictures, no description, nothing. I had to purely think of it as a cock that was coming to see me and I was going to suck it dry.
That the first appointment didn't show up was not the start I needed. Another hour to wait, which meant more nerves and more doubt. I reconsidered my clothing. The idea of a dressing gown with sexy underwear underneath seemed a little risky, So, I went for a white t-shirt and black leggings. A white thong with a matching bra completed the look.
So just before ten o’clock, and after a phone call to confirm my address, my first appointment arrived. He was a small man in his sixties, he nervously came in and I asked him to sit on the sofa. I sat between his legs and gently stroked his crotch. A little small talk and he passed his money to me. I put it on the coffee table behind us.
I could feel his cock stiffen and he told me how beautiful I was and that I shouldn't be doing this! I reassured him that I loved meeting older men and wanted to please him, it would please me too. His cock got hard and I pulled it free from his pants and took him in my mouth. He was clean and fresh, ready for my mouth. I closed my eyes and gently sucked him, stroking his balls and allowing him to lift himself and free himself from his restriction. I started to moan in pleasure and very soon he warned me he was about to cum. I continued to suck and stroke and within thirty seconds his cum was oozing into my mouth. I sucked slowly until he was emptied, then I swallowed and smiled at him. He pulled his trousers up and thanked me and went to leave. Before he left, I gave him his money back.
"You're my first, it's on me, I enjoyed it,” I said.
"Are you sure?" he asked. He left happy, satisfied and richer than he expected!
I made myself a coffee and got ready for my next visitor. I hoped he was similar, I loved visitor number one, he was just my type.
At just before eleven o’clock, the phone beeped and the text message came in for me to clarify my address, which I responded to and visitor number two arrived on time.
He was much taller and a little younger, with long hair and a leather jacket and quite a good physique. He complimented me on my look and asked me where I wanted him.
"Take a seat on the sofa," I said, "I'll settle down in between here." I sat in between his legs.
I started to stroke his crotch and could feel a very large cock in there. He started to stroke my hair and my neck as I stroked him. He undid his trousers and unfurled a long sexy cock. My eyes lit up as I took him in my mouth. As I sucked him he grew and was fully erect very quickly. He was a fidgeter! As I sucked him he could not sit still and so I smiled at him and asked him to try and relax a little.
"I'm trying,” he said. “This just feels so fucking good, can't I just have a squeeze of those breasts?"
I decided that if he squeezed my breasts he would probably also cum quicker and I would not have to continue battling with his fidgeting! I also was looking forward to a mouthful of cum.
"Just a little squeeze,” I said, and with that, he grabbed and cupped both of my breasts with his hands over my t-shirt.
"Oh my god, that feels good, let me see them please?" he begged.
I pulled off my t-shirt and popped both breasts over my bra. He grabbed them and squeezed them and within seconds he said, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming."
He squeezed my breasts and jerked frantically as his cum shot from his cock. Spurt after spurt shot into my mouth, I swallowed and continued to collect it as he shot more until it eventually slowed to an oozing and a trickle. I kept him in my mouth to gather it all up and then swallowed another thick mouthful.