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The plans were made, the date and time, Friday, 6pm, his place.  We had met online, chatted for a while, and eventually moved to talking on the phone.    He was forward, but not pushy.  He made it known exactly what was on his mind.  Sex.  Plain and simple, wild, uninhibited sex.  It is not exactly like we were kids, too afraid to bring up the subject.  I was a mature woman, almost forty and he a couple of years older than that.  We got along great, I flirted shamelessly and the conversations always ended up the same way.  Talking about sex.

The first time he said it, I laughed, surely he was kidding.  Then he spoke again, and a serious tone I had not quite heard before was in his voice.  He meant every word.  “Name your price.  I want you to think of a price that you feel would be a good payment amount and I want you to name it.  Name your price to come to my place for the evening.  I want you to be my whore for the night.  Name your price.  No strings, one night, walk away afterwards.  Name your price.  Meet me, have a night with me.  Name your price.”

I was dumbfounded, I could hardly speak but found the need to lightly laugh, that nervous kind of laughter.  I knew I should feel offended in some small way, but I wasn’t.  I was intrigued.  It was a proposition, that was for sure.  I felt my skin flush as I blushed just from the mere mention of those words.  Be his whore for the night.  It was scandalous.  It was desirable to me on some level and I began to contemplate.  Never deviating from my path, always following the rules, never taking a chance.  Well this time, I thought, I will.  I went for it and named a price, pretty sure I would be punished for my behavior on some level.  Now, the night was here. Time to be his whore.

Want to hear more? Stay tuned for part 2! Cumming Soon 😉

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