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Hooker Addiction - part 1
🕑 Added 2023-05-09 14:30:23 +0000 UTCFirst part of a smaller series. Will give it an edit later the month, possibly before the public gets it.
tag: prositution, futanari, shemale, domination, dub con
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So my whole life I had this weird fetish. I remember the first time I sorta discovered my predilection for this sorta porn. It had been when I was still in my late teens. I had clicked the wrong video and before I realized my mistake it was too late. I busted my load to watching a guy get fucked up the ass by some big dicked girl.
Afterwards I felt sick. Dirty. Humiliated. I questioned everything about myself. I didn’t even look at porn for over a week, which is a lot for a horned up teenager. It wasn’t until my thirties that I found myself perusing the old seas again, letting my dormant desires get the best of me.
Mostly I had been able to ignore this side of me, but as I passed thirty, it had sort of resurfaced. I had a stable job at a law firm. I had a nice suburban house in the small cozy town of Courtington, just an hour or so south of Indianapolis. But as my twenties had been consumed by dedicated academics and by my career, so much else about me had been suppressed.
My fetishes couldn’t escape me. Or was it truly a fetish? Maybe it was more of a curiosity. Dickgirls, shemales. Futanaris. Girls with huge pounding cocks, ramming and punishing innocent poor victims. One day I found myself looking for that old video I had been watching way back when, and just like that the flood gates were open. I read and watched so much filth. It started with dildos and toys. Then pegging. Then some shemale on girl action, with men, and so on. With each time I stroked it to some good futa porn, I dove deeper into the futa hole.
Something that always came reeling in with each time I dove deeper was a huge pit of shame. Shame that I, Scott Rivers, would even watch such shit. It was so far beyond what someone like should be into. I was on my way to a good career in administrative law. I was better than this! What would my colleagues think? My dad? My mom?
In the end, curiosity got the best of me. One rabbit hole led to another and soon I found myself subscribing to one particular futagirl’s OnlyFans account. I was a huge porn connoisseur, don’t get me wrong, but I had actually never paid for porn before. Even that was a trip for me. As a matter of fact, I didn’t really spend that much money on anything. Yet here I was.
I had found her on PornHub and had binged a series of videos of this one particular chick who went by the alias of Hunter. She posted mostly videos of her masked banging away at some lucky guy. Some of them were more brutal, some on the tamer side. But when I really needed to bust, I always had her brutal once ready on hand.
When I subscribed to her OnlyFans, I learned that she was actually getting paid by the men in the videos. Meaning, they paid to get fucked and be recorded. No doubt part of the humiliation. Certainly it was doubling her profit. “That’s so fucking sick,” I thought as I stroked myself. “Ngh uh, so pa-pathetic.” I was watching Hunter’s masked latina face bang away. She was so fucking hot. Big juicy hips and ass, good set of tits. All shining in sweat as she almost boringly thrusted and scolded away at this crying and whimpering young man. “Yeah? You liked that dick? You like paying to get fucked?” Hunter groaned on the video.
“I’d never pay for something like that,” I thought. “Heh, never.”
Yet it was such a turn on. Driving me nuts, stoking a raging fire within me. It was hard to think it was even real. While I watched Hunter’s big ass flex with each thrust, scolding the poor man for paying her, it was hard to wrap my brain around the reality of this. There was no way these participants were not actors, or something. There is no way people were actually so depraved that they’d pay to get fucked and humiliated to such a degree on video, which she would later make even more money on by posting it on her OnlyFans for others to see. Like me. Maybe it was part of the fetish for some. The risk. The humiliation. The fact that they were paying for their own punishment and loving it.
“Fuck, if I ever, I want it to be her to take my ass for the first time. No holds bar. Fucking pay her to rape me. Ungh. That’d be so hot. Some paid hooker taking my virginity-oh ffffuuuck,” my depraved brain as I was reaching my climax. After, in my post-nut clarity, I again felt sick felt sick for even thinking something like that.
Though, of course, I had peeked at her pricing list, which was on her website. But just to see what these sick people put on the table. She had several items on her menu, and all of it seemed pretty pricey to be honest. My eyes scanned down the list, stopping at a few to get a gist of what it was all about. Just to sate my curiosity what these pathetic guys let themselves get into.
Some were on the ‘tamer’ side. “Blow job - 100$”. That was the starting point. I’d never suck a dick though. Or maybe it was the customer who’d get his dick sucked?
I scrolled down further. “1 hour no holds barred - 1000$.” And another that of the more extreme options; “The Fuck Toy Package.” This was basically a month where Hunter would just show up at your location and fuck you whenever she felt like it. And there was no backing out once you made the purchase. She even had you sign a legally binding contract. Hah! No way. I’d never do something like that! None of these options were ever going to happen. Besides, 20 000 United States Dollars? For that? Pff. To get treated like a fuck toy, like a slut, whenver she felt like it? What if you were in public? At work? Dining with your family? Pff, come on now.
Besides, all of it seemed to be recorded for potential future content… And there was extra if you wanted her raw… but that's besides the point.
I scrolled back up again. “15 fucking. One position. - 250$.” Plus extra without a condom. This was Hunter’s most purchased item, the website said. “Well, 250 isn’t too bad if you’re just curious,” I mused. “Wait, what am I even thinking here? This isn’t happening, Scott. Fantasy is one thing, but doing it is something completely different.”
I realized I was scared even at the prospect of considering the idea. The mere fact I even had weighed the prize was something I was terrified by. But also a huge part of me was undeniably intrigued. Best shove aaall those thoughts somewhere else before I did something stupid.
*
So the weeks of my newfound discovery of one of my earliest fetishes trickled by agonizingly. Ever building the shame and the intrigue within me. Over the weeks it had become almost an obsession. Not almost. Full on, really. I couldn’t stop thinking about how close to a reality this fantasy could be. A few clicks would seal the deal. A few clicks and I could find out just how it felt getting dicked down by the magnificent Hunter. It had been nagging in my mind more and more.
Hunter posted more videos and I consumed every one of them. I was almost hypnotized by the way her shiny latina cheeks assailed some poor customer. The title was “Watch as I take this nerd’s ass.” The victim squirmed, panted and whimpered as Hunter pressed her hands into his tail bone, pinning him down while she fucked him with her huge girthy cock. “Lucky guy, what a fucking lucky guy,” I thought. I couldn’t actually see where they connected, but everytime she pulled back I could see part of her shiny shaft. Then the video ended. Fuck, it was one of those. One of those where she didn’t show the cumshot. I was so pent up from having slow tugged and edged my way through twenty minutes of careless fucking. I had wanted to bust when Hunter filled his ass with her cum.
Still on edge, I quickly moved to click to her other videos but somehow managed to find myself in front of her pricing list again. I stared at it in harrowing silence. Not utter silence, though. My heart thudded against my eardrums. Slowly, unable to think a cohesive thought, spurred on my depraved lust, I grabbed the mouse with one hand, my other wrapped around my cock, and moved the cursor and ticked off the “15 fucking. One position. - 250$,” and the no condom option. Add to cart. The mouse hovered over ‘proceed to checkout’, and just before I sealed my fate and clicked it, I abruptly shot my load. So hard. I trembled all over as I had such an intense orgasm. I didn’t even get the rag. I just pulsed and shivered. Just from almost going through with it.
I quickly closed the window. Even using keyboard commands so I wouldn't accidentally hit the buy button while moving the mouse. That was too close. I hadn’t been thinking. Or maybe I had, but with the wrong brain. Fuck me. Not literally… or… no. No! I shoved myself out of my chair and ran to the shower to rinse myself. Had I truly busted just from making a phantom purchase? Jesus I’m fucked in the head.
But as I showered, thoughts started to run lucid. As they do. This whole ordeal had been pestering my mind for a while, and it didn’t seem to go anywhere. And it was just growing stronger. My curiosity and my arousal was unfathomable and mind numbing. Even debilitating.
I found myself arguing with myself, or trying to convince myself… Over and over… that if I tried it… maybe I could get over it. Just thinking about my deepest fantasy becoming a reality was driving my brain into the gutter. Maybe… just maybe… one of the cheaper ones. The one at 250 bucks? That’s not too bad. I mean, I never spend money so that wasn’t a problem. And fifteen minutes? What even is that? I had probably been in the shower for fifteen minutes already… No… I couldn’t give in. As confused and aroused as I was, I still didn’t cave.
*
Until one day I did. While watching yet another of Hunter’s videos, I found her booking site on my other monitor. I was deliberately acting fast so I wouldn’t catch myself stopping. “Nothing to lose, it’s only 250 dollars and no one will ever know,” I thought, peeking back at her hypnotizing thrusting ass, hearing her belittling words on full speaker volume. I quickly filled my name and email address, hit the checkout button and just like that I had sealed the deal. It was done.
I sat there paralyzed. What the fuck just happened? Did that truly happen? I was in shock, honestly. Maybe my imagination was running tricks on me, maybe I hadn’t just bought a hooker to deflower me. But no. In my emails I found the receipt, and in my bank account I saw I was 250 bucks shorter than two minutes ago.
As much as I was horrified, I was also starting to feel a small portion of excitement too. It went from asking myself ‘is this really happening?’ to state, ‘this is really happening.’ But what now? There wasn’t any address, and I sure as hell couldn’t accept something like that to happen under my own roof. I’d never be able to stay here another minute, especially if I proved to not like Hunter’s big cock violating me.
My answer came shortly after, ebbing away every possibility of this being a figment of my imagination. An email popped up with an address for a motel, a time and date. I looked at the calendar. It was happening tomorrow already, at six PM, just after work.
It was strange. I was excited yet utterly nervous. Shouldn’t I be more freaked out? This went against so much of what I was. Seriously, am I really going through with this? I decided to get some sleep instead of staying up all night contemplating. I switched off my computer and lay down in bed. Sleep came quicker than I expected.
*
I woke up the next morning. It was half past seven and I had slept through the alarm. Shit! I hurriedly dressed, brushed my teeth, and rushed downstairs. On the way, thoughts of my ‘appointment’ later popped up again. I still couldn’t believe I did that. I immediately started to think of ways to back out. The confirmation I had received was a no-reply one, so I couldn’t contact Hunter that way. Maybe if I could show up and just explain it? That it was a mistake and that I wanted to cancel?
Then something occurred to me. Even if I showed up and told her I wasn’t interested anymore, what if she just kept the money? I had already paid. In my head, I knew she could just keep it, and I wouldn’t be able to say anything. What would I do? Go to the police? She had the money either way, as I had already paid. Oh well, better just reconcile with that.
Work was a nightmare. I couldn’t focus at all, and I was pretty much just lumbering around waiting for the day to end. Boss didn’t notice, luckily. I was pretty good at filing paperwork so nobody really noticed my distress. But finally, the work day ended.
I arrived at the address, determined to cancel the appointment, and knocked on the door. It was a small motel just outside of town. Not sleazy or anything, but luckily discreet enough. No one I knew would ever be here, that was for sure.
After a minute, I knocked again. A young latina woman opened, and I immediately found her intimidating. She was already masked in a bandana of sorts, but her eyes looked menacing. Almost taunting. The second thing I noticed was that she was about an inch or two taller than me. I knew from the videos that she had a big figure, but seeing it in person was something else. Her hair was jet black and long, tied up in a ponytail. She looked to be around twenty years old, perhaps a bit older than that, but it was hard to tell as she was masked. She wore white tank top that perfectly outlined her big tits, and baggy sweatpants that were hiding her thick python.
I felt myself become warm, and my palms were sweaty just in her presence. She didn’t blink, nor smile. She stared lazily at me, as if my presence wasn’t worth the 250 bucks I had paid her. Me on the other hand, I was trembling. I was here to cancel the appointment, but I never mustered the courage to even raise my voice. I had no idea what to expect from any of this. Despite her cock cooing me already, she did look friendly. Though also very ominous, especially knowing what this appointment was all about.
“Scott Rivers?” Hunter asked in a Californian accent. I nodded.
Hunter then stepped aside and let me in. No words or anything. It was happening so fast, but slow and almost in a blur. One moment she stood lazily looking at me, guiding me into the room. The next I felt myself crash on my face to the mattress and my slacks got pulled all the way off.
I heard her hawk and spit at my naked virgin asshole. A lid on a bottle popped open, followed by slick rhythmic sounds. Next thing I felt was something large pressing up against my entrance, and with some annoyed grunts from Hunter I felt her rip into my bowels. I hadn’t had the chance to see how big her cock was (in person, that is) but I sure as hell felt it. It was unbelievably painful, but that didn’t seem to stop Hunter at all. In fact, it didn’t seem like she cared one bit. She just made me scream louder and louder as she pistoned in and out of my ass without care. I think she was yelling obscenities at me too, but I couldn’t hear any of it.
It hurt, it burned, but I couldn’t stop myself from getting hard and harder. As much as my brain was tumbling trying to cope, my body loved the brutal nature of my own deflowering. I wanted this. This was what I had come here for, in reality. Sure, I had the mind to cancel it, but I knew this was everything I had dreamed of in my depraved moments while watching her take other men.
My dick strained against the material of the bedsheets and I could feel the blood rushing to my manhood. Her carelessness and the fucked up nature of how my anal virginity was so savagely taken made me feel copious mix of emotions. So much pain, pleasure, and fear, all mixed up together in my head. Arousal trumping them all, as Hunter, unbeknownst to her, relentlessly and continuously deflowered me at a steady but deadly rhythmic pace. I wanted so badly to pull away, but I was helpless against my own emotions and her brutal thrusts.
“Now I’m gonna make you cum, slut. You want that, Scott? Want me to make you fucking cum, you little slut?” I heard Hunter spit at me. The venom tore through me.
“Oh fuck,” I mumbled. “No…” I moaned, but more to her using my name than anything.
Then as if a switch was hit within me. Hunter had moved in closer with her hips and all of a sudden all the pain imploded, and pleasure exploded. It was an onslaught coming fast upon me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I felt my cock expand and jolt. But nothing yet. I felt Hunter reposition herself over my body and straddle me. My eyes were squeezed shut tight and her hands grasped my hair and pulled back. I felt the hot breath of her mouth in my neck.
The contractions inside me were incredible, and I felt my own cheeks bulge and loosen around Hunter’s invading phallus as my orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, moaning like a bitch in heat, and tried to push her off, but she was relentless. My cock pumped several giant loads right into the mattress, more or less forced out with each thrust from Hunter.
“That’s it, Scott. Cum for me. Slut. Cum, you fucking slut.”
I couldn’t help but obey her. I was in utter shock and ecstasy as she took control of my body. I moaned and writhed beneath her, but it was useless. Hunter had me now, and she knew it. She was using me for her pleasure and my own was just a happy mishap.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Hunter pulled out of my ass. I moaned as she rubbed her cock along my anus, dipping the tip in as she jerked her giant phallus behind me. She started to stroke faster and faster until she came. I felt so much warm liquid splash over my ass, back and thighs. It was disgusting, but I couldn’t help but get turned on by it. I even felt her dip her tip and drop a huge spurt inside of me, making me want her to drop all of her load inside of me. The thought of her losing control while creampieing me made me feel things I didn’t know existed.
Hunter released my hair, and stood up. “Get dressed and leave. Your 15 is up,” she said matter of factly.
I turned my head to look at my assailant. Some part of me wanted more, some part of me wanted to throw up. Hunter was oblivious to my turmoil. She slowly wiped her cock clean with a tissue and then put her pants back on.
“No problem… Th-thank you for your time,” I replied. Did I just thank her? I quickly got dressed and left the room. Not even looking back at Hunter.
Back home my head was in shambles. I was confused and traumatized. It was so fucking brutal and my horny monkey brain wanted more. But part of me knew it was a mistake to let my first time be so ‘unspecial’ and so uncaring. I mean, she practically raped me. At least psychologically. Though, I was a consenting adult. Fuck, it was so confusing. And I loved it. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. This was exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it, and it scared me.
Comments
robert
That was ingeniously hot, watching the protagonist succumb yo his base desires. Well done
John Lewis
Not for me.
