Today I’ll tell you one more true story from my life.

When I got my first own apartment with internet I really got addicted to it. I could sit online and chat the whole day away and most of the night too.

Today I hardly ever chat, probably because I know I can get caught into that addiction again so I always say no thanks when people ask me, I don’t use any instant messengers - only email.

But back then it was a huge part of my day when I was not at work or in school.

I loved roleplaying - always about various sexual encounters. The one I liked the most was me playing a hooker and the guy playing a customer. These were only online games and not for real.

But I felt more and more attracted to the idea of trying it for real. I knew all about the dangers of meeting with strangers but it didn’t bother me much.

I told a lot of guys online about my idea, some liked it and some not. Paying money for a girl is not everyones idea of fun and I accept that, but there is a deeper meaning to it than just money+sex and for those who can’t see that it can be hard to understand.

And I’m probably not the best person to explain it but it has something to do with a bond between the girl and the man. She gives a piece of herself to him and she HAS to do it because he paid for it. Maybe this appeals to me because I have a difficult time giving myself to a man - He can fuck me but that doesn’t always mean that I have given myself to him. Oh well enough nonsense I can’t explain it any better *lol*

Anyways, the point is that such an arrangement can become very intimate if both part want it to be.

After chatting and chatting and emailing and more chatting I finally found a man who really knew what I was talking about. He had no rush, it wasn’t just a quick meeting he wanted. I think we spoke online for months before we finally met.

Then came the first real life meeting. He told me what to wear. He wanted me to look like a real slut with a very short skirt and fishnet stockings, black high heeled boots, no panties, a tight top - and a jacket because it was winter.

The chemistry between us was perfect - He balanced it so well and treated me like a slut but never forgot that I was a person too. When he gave me the money it was like a bond being sealed and I was his possesion and it was okay with me.

He had rented a hotel room and first we sat there and drank a glass of wine and he was very friendly and talkative.
Then I sat on the floor in front of him and opened his pants and started blowing his cock.

We had agreed on a blowjob and then he could cum in my face and take photos of my face filled with cum.

As I sucked him he began talking a little more dirty to me and again the timing was perfect because I was starting to get horny and his words increased it. And while I had his cock in my mouth he slowly pushed down the sleaves of my top and bared my breasts and started playing with them and then he placed his cock between them and let it slide back and forth. We hadn’t agreed on naked breast and tit fuck but I liked it so I didn’t say no.

And then suddenly he was ready to cum so he grabbed his cock and came all over my face and down on my naked breasts - He must have saved up semen in a week or so because there really was a LOT!

He told me to sit still - My eyes were closed and my mouth half open and I was soaking wet, I could feel his cum dripping down on the floor. He found his camera and started shooting pictures of me as planned and after that he wiped his cum off my face with a tovel and he was so sweet and careful and even combed my hair afterwards *lol* and did what he could to remove all evidence

Then he gave me a bag of candy hehehe I don’t know why he did that but he was so caring and I’m sure if I said I was hungry he would have bought me dinner.