My First Trick
by Mary Not Wollstonecraft
Copyright© 2024 by Mary Not Wollstonecraft
Erotica Sex Story: In My First Trick, Mary weaves an account of a young woman turning to prostitution. This is a flash tale that moves quickly. A broke, white college chick meets a wealthy black businessman. Oh, my! Watch out, Mr. Big Bucks; this is going to be expensive. When an 18-year-old college freshman finds a temp job for a social event at the local country club, the ‘We’ve Got All the Money in World, Greater KC Country Club,’ or some such name. She serves drinks, dressed as a Playboy Bunny. Let me tell yo
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Interracial Black Male White Female Oral Sex Prostitution .
This is a work of fiction and not intended to promote a lifestyle. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to any person, living or dead, is merely coincidental.
A quick-release tale, enjoy.
So, here is my deal: I’m 19, a college freshman, no drugs, and I don’t struggle to make ends meet. Why, you ask? Simple as pie, I fuck for money.
Would it surprise you that some of my classmates do outcalls, in-calls, and private dancing? Working bachelor, birthday, and work events. Most of them even turn a trick or two. A few bolder bitches, those with the knockout looks, the experienced teasers, have sugar daddies. Sometimes, Daddy doesn’t even get head from her. Despite that, the stupid shit pays her bills.
Well, I’m a looker, a tease, and capable. However, who, for fucks sake, wants to be tied to one person, one cock, one tongue when there are so many older, generous, wealthy fucks to meet?
Found a temp job one night at a social event at the local country club, the ‘We’ve Got All the Money in World, Greater KC Country Club,’ or some such name. I got this gig to serve drinks, dressed as a Playboy Bunny. Let me tell you, I have the body for it.
This older, black, well-dressed, well-mannered man propositioned me. First, he offered me a hundred dollars for fifteen minutes of my time in his private room. Of course, I turned him down with the usual response.
“I’m not that kind of girl.” But honestly, I was interested. Even wearing his tux, he couldn’t hide his hammer’s outline. Mounded up at his crotch, coiled like a king cobra ready to strike.
As the evening rolled on, nearing the magical hour of midnight, when all this finery melts into air, into thin air, leaving not a coatrack behind, he returned to me.
“For one go with you, I’ll give you $2,000,” he whispered softly.
Well, I feigned resistance, but resistance is futile when that much cock and money stares me in the face. You might say, this feller made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. After all, two thousand dollars for a broke college girl is too much to turn down. The big as fuck cock was a bonus.
I lost my virginity to a guy who took advantage of me before he left for college. He was handsome, and he took me to a hotel. I was a nervous wreck. Before I expected it, he was all the way in. For a few seconds, it was fine. He lost it in a flash, thrust, maybe five times. I thought about my newfound love and realized sex wasn’t all they cracked it up to be. So, I learned how to make it suitable for me.
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