My first time getting paid for sex [f/m],[f/f] | 2016

I've really enjoyed reading the stories here, so I decided to create an account and document my own...

Part 1:

I’d been stripping for about 6 months. It wasn’t my first choice, but I’d been unable to find a job since graduating with an engineering degree - it seems people just couldn’t handle the idea of a pretty, female engineer.

It was an ok gig, and it more than paid the bills. I certainly didn’t get off on it like I hear about with some girls - it was just a job.

One evening after my shift, the club manager called me into his office. He told me there was a message on the office answering machine the day before asking about hiring a stripper for a private party. He said they didn’t do that (something about insurance), but I could have the number for $50 if I wanted a little side work. I’d heard other girls mention this arrangement, so I was pretty sure he wasn’t scamming me, and I figured I could probably make good money doing the party in less than an hour, then still make my shift at the club, so I handed over the cash, and he gave me a torn piece of paper with the name “Mike” and a number. I called the number from the club payphone and arranged to meet Mike at a coffee shop the next morning.

Next morning at 10, I walked into the coffee shop, and immediately spotted the baseball cap Mike said he’d be wearing. I got myself a coffee, and hung around a while. Once I was comfortable there wasn’t anything weird going on, I went and sat down opposite him. He made to stand up (like a well-mannered gentleman), but I waved him down again.

I smiled and said ”Hi Mike, I’m Candy - how are you?” He smiled back and said “I’m good - nice to meet you!” He seemed like a normal guy - my creep-detector hadn’t gone off. “So tell me about the party” I asked.

“Well, it’s for my friend Dan’s 21st, and it’s this Saturday. it’s just going to be small - only 5 of us - we’re the only ones from college still in town, and he’s flying home Monday for a big party back home. We’re not really into clubs or anything, so we told him we’d just stay in and give him his first legal drink and play video games - then we’ll surprise him with, well, you!”

It sounded good to me, so we made arrangements - price, address, time etc.

I was about to get up and leave when he said “there’s one more thing”

“Yes?”

“Well, um, this is really awkward, but, um,” he lowered his voice “would you be willing to have sex with him?”

My jaw dropped.

“I’m sorry” he stumbled “I didn’t mean to offend you! I wasn’t implying that you would because of what you do! I’m so sorry! Please forget I asked! It’s just that he’s a virgin,and he’s gonna be 21, and that just isn’t right, and he dated this girl for years, and she wouldn’t because she was religious, and then she cheated on him and did it with someone else, and well….” he petered out.

I composed myself. I’d always considered prostitution a perfectly acceptable career choice for a woman, (as long as it was really a choice), but of course I was better than that. Well, here was a chance to put my principles where my mouth was.

I said “Ok - it’ll cost” - and I was going to say that same again as the dance, but my scumbag brain jumped in and figured that if I named an outrageous price, I could kid myself that I would've done it, but they weren't willing to pay what a girl like me was worth. My mouth said 5 times what I charged for the dance.

“That’s great.” he said without blinking.

Well, shit.

That saturday, since I was going to make so much in the evening, I decided to treat my best friend, and we went and got manicures, had lunch, and - most importantly - went underwear shopping. She knew I stripped, of course, but I didn’t tell her about the other thing. Maybe afterwards, if it went well…

I went home and took a long shower and shaved my pussy even more carefully than I do most days (and I do shave every day I dance.)

Then I put on my new underwear - dark red silk g-string and bra with little black bows in front and black hold-up stockings with beautiful lacy tops. I was going as the “severe school-mistress”, so I put on a pearl necklace, and dressed in a tight black skirt to just above the knee and a severe, crisp white blouse buttoned all the way up to the neck. I finished off with stilettos in the same color as the panties, and lipstick to match. I put my long black hair in a tight ponytail. I made a mental note to try to find a cane and horn-rimmed glasses for next time.

I knocked at the apartment door - suddenly I was really nervous - this was happening!

Mike opened the door almost immediately - “I’m really glad you came” he whispered “we only let him have one drink so far, so it should work. He’s the guy sitting on the couch”. He handed me a thick envelope, and while I counted the cash, he went back into the living room and started the first song we’d agreed.

I walked into the room, and right up to Dan. I pushed his knees apart with my right foot, then planted my stiletto between his thighs, pushing the toe under his crotch. I leaned in close to him and put on my best Marilyn voice: “Happy Birthday, Baby - I’m your present!”. He looked stunned and stared at my stocking top - I wondered if he caught a flash of red panty, and I pushed myself back upright and began dancing.

The other 3 guys were standing, gathered round, grinning - “hello boys” I vamped, “ready for the show?”

I gyrated in front of Dan for about a minute, thrusting first my chest, then my ass at him, sometimes with my arms above my head, sometimes pushing my tits up and together so the blouse buttons strained, sometimes pulling my skirt up far enough to show a little bare thigh.. Then I stopped, facing him, and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. He was mesmerized.

I tossed the blouse at one of the other guys, then danced some more, shaking my tits in front of each of them. At one point I pulled out the hairband and let my beautiful hair fall to my shoulders. I moved back over right in front of Dan, with my back to him. I looked over my shoulder down at him. “Unzip me!” I commanded. He unzipped my skirt, and I stepped back to the center of the room before letting it drop to the floor, and kicking it aside. One of the guys muttered “oh my god, that ass!”. I felt a tingle in my pussy that I’d never felt dancing up on a stage - this was amazing!

I danced a little more, stroking my hands over my thighs and my ass, sometimes between my legs and over the top of my boobs… I sank to my knees, then lowered down until my elbows were on the floor, presenting my ass to Dan - the g-string didn’t really cover anything, and I heard him suck in his breath. I wondered how hard he was.

I got up on my knees again, facing him, and slowly pulled my bra straps off my shoulders, then I rose to my feet and reached behind me to unclasp the bra. I kept my left arm across my tits as I tossed it aside, then I straddled Dan’s lap. With my right hand, I pushed him back, then slowly uncovered the twins. He stared, his mouth hanging open, as I stroked my tits and rolled my nipples with my middle fingers until they were rock hard. I have really nice, firm, pert tits, and I wanted to make sure he got an eyeful! I pushed up off him again, and danced around the other 3 guys, making sure to brush my boobs against their backs, then turned my attention back to Dan. I slowly moved around in front of him and teasingly ran my thumbs around under the waistband of my panties. I made to pull them down a few times while dancing around the room again, then finally stopped in front of Dan.

“I can’t seem to get these off, Dan - will you help me?” I breathed. In a hurry, he came towards me off the couch, and I pushed him down on his knees in front of me. He tugged the panties down, but I kept my legs closed tight, so he had to work for it. As I stepped out of them, I turned and bent over, so he he got a really good look at my pretty, shaved pussy from behind, and I wanted a cock in there so badly!.

I slowly laid back on the floor, then raised my hips up and moved them in time to the music, whilst stroking my pussy. I was wearing just stockings, heels and a string of pearls, and I felt like a goddess, in complete control of these guys!

I turned over a few times, and spread my legs wide, making sure they saw all of me, every intimate, wet little fold. I dipped my fingers inside myself and licked them, and stroked my ass and boobs. I noticed all the guys’ crotches were bulging, and I longed to be filled...

I jumped up and grabbed Dan’s hand - “come with me, baby, and let’s get you your real present”. I led him into the bedroom...

part 2 coming up...