I (25f) got paid 2k to let a stranger fuck my ass after he mistook me for a prostitute in the hotel bar

So my GF and I are «open minded» (we both love dick and being slutty) so we have an arrangement: we are free to fuck any man we want, as long as we tell each other about it – in detail – after. This happened to me a couple of weeks ago while I was traveling for a concert in a major city in Northern Europe, so I’ll tell you all what I told her.

I went to my first concert all by myself recently, which was worth it in order to see one of my favorite bands. I love dressing up, so once the concert was over I figured what the hell; I’m not ready to go home yet, I look fucking fantastic, and seeing my favourite band had made me insatiably horny. Easy. The concert venue is right by a very swanky hotel with a nice skybar, so I figured I’d just head there for a drink or two, and, if I was lucky, an easy hookup. After finding a nice spot with a tall table overlooking the city and a vodka martini (dirty, with green olives) it didn’t take long before I noticed an older gentleman eyeing me. Now, one thing to note about this hotel is that it is a hotspot for businessmen who are only staying in town for a night or two, and it frequently hosts boring conferences about tech and export and whatever these rich, stuck up business-people do. In other words, it is a perfect spot to find easy men who will do anything as long as there are no strings attached.

The gentleman in the corner of my eye came closer. Being humble is not my strongest suit when it comes to men, because I am very aware of the effect I have on them – and wearing a relatively tight fitting and see through dress with my blonde hair hanging in loose waves down my back certainly didn’t deter them. I could practically feel his eyes wander down my lean legs as he came around the table and leaned towards me.

“Mind if I join you for a drink?” he asked with an accent I couldn’t quite place. I just nodded and smiled. He was handsome looking; probably twice my age, easily, but very well groomed and with a nice head of silver streaked hair. His suit was exquisite, obviously skillfully tailored and undoubtedly expensive.

“Can I ask where you are from? I don’t recognize the accent,” I said innocently, taking a long sip of my drink. He smiled, placing his glass of what I assumed to be whiskey down on the table.

“I’m from Switzerland.” he said, simply. A man of few words, I figured. He spoke again.

“How much for your time?” he asked, as casual as if asking me what the time was. I was taken aback for a second – of course I loved joking about looking like a whore, but I had never really been mistaken for one – before considering. After all, this could be fun.

“2000. But only if you fuck my ass” I said, meeting his gaze with a sweet smile I knew made men weak. Now, in my defense, I figured it would be 2k of the local currency, which was a very reasonable price, and I was planning on fucking him anyways. He certainly didn’t hesitate. “Deal. Come with me.” He downed his drink, and I could already feel myself getting wet. While I usually love having men fill my cunt I was not currently on any contraceptives, meaning we’d have to use a condom if we had regular sex. Boring. I wanted him raw. After following his example and finishing my drink I grabbed my handbag and followed him out of the bar, back towards his room. Once we got into the elevator he didn’t hesitate for even a second before pushing me against the wall and kissing me aggressively, his hands disappearing under my dress and in between my legs. I could already feel his hard dick through his pants. Sizeable. Exciting. As the doors opened again we tumbled out into the hallway and he grabbed my hand, practically running towards the end of the hall. Once the door opened I barely had time to register the size of his room before he dragged me inside and pushed me against the wall, kissing me. In between our sloppy makeout-sesh I began to take in my surroundings. His room was fucking huge, with big, floor to ceiling windows showing of the lights of the city, now tainted with pouring rain. There were expensive looking couches, a huge, wooden desk, and, naturally, a bed way too big for one person. The interior looked sleek, expensive. Good.

“Could I get a minute to freshen up?” I whispered in between his kisses. He nodded and pointed to the polished chrome double doors which led to the bathroom, and tore himself away from me. As I headed towards the door I heard him walking up to the mini bar, probably to pour himself another glass of scotch.

The bathroom was just as impressive as his room, spacious and exclusive. Sadly I failed to take much note of it, as I was in a hurry to get fucked. After applying a fresh coat of lipstick, fixing my hair and stuffing my panties in my purse, I walked back out. Just as expected, the man held a heavy-looking glass of amber liquid in his hand. He had removed his blazer, and was sitting in one of the two plush chairs which undoubtedly cost more than me and my girlfriend’s collective rent. “Come closer so I can look at you,” he said, and I obliged. His eyes wandered up and down my slender body, stopping briefly when he could no longer see the outline of my underwear beneath my dress.

“Turn around. Show me your ass.”

Me being a very good slut did as I was told, turning my back to him and slowly pulling my dress up over the curve of my ass, feeling myself getting wetter by the second as he stared at me. When I continued pulling my dress up he protested. “No – the dress. Keep the dress on.” I obliged, pulling it just far enough back down to where my entire ass was out, leaning ever so slightly forwards so he could get a better look. “Fuck” he whispered. I turned my head to smile at him, only to see that he had sprung out of his chair and was charging at me like a wild animal. He clashed against me with such force I almost fell over, but his surprisingly strong arms caught me and flung me face down over the armrest of the couch. He spanked me, his hand hitting me with such force that I gasped, the wetness pooling between my legs. He spanked me again. And again. Each slap was rewarded with a whimper, my legs shaking in desperation. He still had his pants on. “Be a good girl and lay face down on the bed for me” he purred, finally unbuttoning his shirt. I obliged as fast as I could, legs still shaking, collapsing as I finally reached the edge of the bed. He was right behind me, pushing my face down into the pillows and spanking me so hard I almost saw stars. I was a mess at this point, a horny, desperate mess, ready to be used. I could hear his pants and belt fall to the floor, and finally felt the warmth of his skin as he mounted me. “You are such a pretty slut, you know that?” he murmured, his fingers gently tracing the curve of my perky ass. “So perfect for fucking.” I whimpered as his fingers moved between my legs, feeling the wetness and heat radiating from my pussy. He could definitely sense how horny I was, circling his fingers gently against my cunt, making me moan desperately. I wanted to suck his dick. I wanted him to fuck my pussy raw and cum inside me. I wanted him to use me, hard and without mercy. I was desperate. His fingers, now slick with my wetness, finally found their way to my asshole and pushed slightly in. I gasped, a delighted, desperate gasp, and he made a pleased hum. “So desperate to be used, are you not?” he asked, his accent thicker than ever. “Yes. Please,” I moaned, arching my back to push against his finger. To my devastation he removed it. “Lube. Do you have it?” he asked. “In my purse” I replied breathlessly, impatiently. “Hmm. Too far away. Spit will have to do.” he replied. He then spat right on my ass, the dribble coating my hole, and I moaned like the whore he mistook me (or perhaps not) for. He began rubbing his cock against my slick asshole, up and down, painfully slow, before finally starting to push the tip in. I gasped – it was so thick and rock hard, and it just kept going. His breath deepened as he slowly entered me, gliding slowly in and out as he pushed further. “Good girl” he murmured as I whimpered into his pillows. Fuck, it felt good. I was just tipsy enough for my body to relax fully into his movements, but horny enough to feel like I was going to cum just from him entering my ass.

He suddenly pulled out and flipped me over on my back, pushing my legs up so far they were practically behind my head. Thank god I was a cheerleader through all of my teens and has kept up with my flexibility, because otherwise this man would have snapped me in half lol. Without hesitation he spat on his hand and lubed up his cock before aggressively pushing it back inside my gaping asshole, making us both moan loudly. His fucking was relentless and powerful – he fucked me like he hated me, yet he spoke to me with such softness and tenderness. “Oh you are such a good girl, you take my dick so well. What a beautiful whore you are, you pretty girl” he moaned, his eyes meeting mine as he pushed into me. I could barely talk through my moans and whimpers. “Fuck, your cock feels so good inside me” I gasped, my eyes nearly rolling back into my skull as he pounded my ass. I was going to cum. I could feel it. Between his relentless fucking and the way our bodies rubbed together, his words alone were nearly enough to get me there. As if he was reading my mind he took his free hand, the one which was not currently clenched around my throat, and began to stroke his thumb over my clit. I swear I almost screamed. I was moaning like crazy, making him go even harder. He was panting now, pushing me down onto the bed as he fucked me, still stroking my clit. I was just speaking nonsense at this point, telling him how good he felt, how I wanted him to use me. “Cum, you fucking bitch” he growled, and with that I was over the edge. I am absolutely sure I screamed, over and over, as his grip fastened around my neck and he just kept fucking my ass, showing no sign of stopping. I have no idea how much time had passed, I only knew that he eventually flipped me over on all fours, face down ass up, and re-entered me while I was still coming down from my high. I was completely dick-drunk at this point, fucked stupid to the extent that I was barely cohesive. He was still talking to me, calling me every derogatory term under the sun while praising me, praising my body and telling me how hot I looked, while I moaned the only replies I could muster. “Yes daddy, fuck me daddy. Fuck, you feel so good. I belong to you, my ass belongs to you. Cum in me daddy.” Occasionally he would slap my ass again, expanding on the already blood red hand-prints that littered my backside, and I’d whimper, smearing my lipstick on his white bedsheets as he pushed my head down. His hands were gripping my hips, using them as leverage to jackhammer my poor, abused asshole again and again, until one of his hands left my hips to grab a fistful of my blonde hair and yank my head backwards. “Look at me while I fuck you” he hissed, and through my barely open lids I could see that we were facing a floor to ceiling mirror by the bed. With his hand still in my hair I was forced to watch as he ravaged me. Him, wild and stern and aggressive, with a surprisingly toned body for his age fucking me like his life depended on it, and me, lips slightly parted with smeared lipstick, black around my eyes from where my mascara had rubbed off, and a flush across my cheeks as my body was used. “I am going to cum in your ass, and I want you to look at me while I do it. Got it?” he panted, and I tried to nod, unable to speak as the angle of my head restricted my airflow. “I said got it?” he hissed, the hand on my hip tightening so hard it hurt. “Yes!” I gasped, hardly more than a whimper. He grunted, and his brows furrowed as his breath deepened. “Fuck,” he mumbled, “Fuuck!”. He grunted something in a language I couldn’t quite understand, and without ever letting up the tempo he came in my ass with enough force that I could feel his dick twitching inside me. I swear I almost came again just from the sensation, and he pumped his cum deep inside me while I moaned over and over. We stayed like that for a few seconds, his movements lowing down while he rode down his high, before he finally pulled out and I collapsed down on the bed. I could hear him move behind me, but I stayed there, eyes closed, until he came back.

“Paypal, venmo, or cash?” he asked, casually, as he used a towel to clean himself off. I noticed that he had worn his gaudy watch the entire time we fucked. “Uhm, paypal?” I replied, still dick-drunk and slightly out of it. He had me fill out my information on his phone, but I was so out of it I only managed to type in my details and check them, not paying any attention to anything else. When it was time to leave, he followed me to the door.

“You don’t usually do this, right?” he asked, a smile fleeting across his lips.

“Well, no-” I confessed. “I’m not actually a prostitute.”

He chuckled. “I could tell. But I paid you, and I fucked you. If you weren’t a whore before, you definitely are one now.”

With that he closed the door softly, leaving me to stagger back to my own, far less fancy hotel. It wasn’t until later, when I was retelling the story to my girlfriend, that I pulled up my paypal and realized he had not paid me in the local currency, but in US dollars – meaning I made almost 10 times more than expected for something I honestly and gladly would have done for free.

Until next time <3

-Sabrina