The Dar Side

For as long as I can remember, I have always been curious sexually. As a young man, I couldn't get enough sex or sexual content, so when I went on a training course that was the edge of a red light district, I was drawn into the world of prostitutes.

I would walk through the area on my way to get lunch, with the adrenaline raging through my body. It was on one of these lunch trips that I fucked my first prostitute. She was a mature lady, wearing yellow leggings, and displaying the fattest cameltoe I had ever seen. My body immediately primed itself for sex by releasing a huge amount of adrenaline into my system. When she asked me if I was doing business, my answer was immediate and automatic.

We agreed on the price and I followed her to a little house. She dropped her leggings while I dropped my jeans and underwear. My dick was the hardest I had ever seen it. The head was fully engorged and the veins were clearly visible. This did not go unnoticed by the prostitute. As she began to roll the condom on and was having difficulty, she grabbed my dick and took a closer look.

"Young man, you have a large dick," she said right before she sucked the head into her mouth.

I knew what she was trying to do and it made me smile. I smiled because she was afraid of the dick in her hands. That blow job felt great but unfortunately for her, I rarely cum via blow jobs. After about five minutes of hard, intense, sucking, she pulled back only to see my dick bigger than before.

While she was sucking, I had pulled a large condom from my pocket. As she pulled back to look at my dick, I rolled it into place. She laid on her back and I placed those thick legs on my shoulders. I gently pushed my dick pass those lovely pussy lips and watched about half of my dick disappear into her pussy on the first stroke. I then pushed a little bit more on the subsequent strokes until she stopped me with her hands.

"OH FUCK!" she shouted.

"You're a professional. You can take this," I said sternly, and pushed the remaining dick in.

She shouted as her pussy stretched to accommodate a ten inch dick. With her legs on my shoulders, she was at my mercy. I began to fuck her with long, powerful strokes, making sure that I got my money's worth. I had reached under her shoulders and had her pinned.

"HELP, HELP. THIS MAN IS GOING TO KILL ME," she shouted. The door burst open and two men rushed in. As the first approached me, I grabbed his wrist and threw him to the ground. At the same time I told the other to stop.

"He is trying to kill me," she said.

By this time, I had let go of the other guy and the two men stood staring at my dick.

"All I was doing was fucking her," I said. Just then, I heard a voice from the window.

"Steve, you know she does this all the time when she gets a dick she can't handle," the woman in the window said.

Steve looked at her with disdain. He pulled out his wallet and gave me my money back. I left there with a huge smile on my face. I had just made a prostitute tap out.

I was now hooked. Whenever I wanted sex, all I needed was money. Over the next couple of years, I balanced girlfriends with prostitutes. At the end of every month, I went on a fucking spree, sometimes fucking three or four nights in a row.

As I progressed in my professional career, I moved to another city. I found decent accommodation, close to all of the amenities and my work place.

One night I came home late from work and noticed women standing on the corners of the nearby streets. As I drove past, I realised they were prostitutes. My body dumped so much adrenaline into my system that I began to tremble.

"This is a red light district," I thought. For the next couple of weeks, I fought the urge to fuck a whore. I had left that life behind, or so I thought. Every night I would look out my window at the ladies working, resisting the urge to go out. One night, however, I had stopped by the supermarket to get a few things. As I approached my door, a tall blonde was standing three streets down from my door. She had a great figure and my body responded immediately. I went inside, dropped off the shopping and went back out. I had finally gave in to the urge. I did a loop around the block, only to find she was not there.

With my body primed to have sex, I cruised around the area, in search of a suitable working lady. I drove for a while and with disappointment setting in, I decided to go home. I had just completed a U-turn when I saw a woman coming towards me. She was a Latina with long black hair, and the shape and size I responded to when I watched porn. My reaction to her was very strong and immediate. I stopped on the opposite of the road, she crossed over, opened my door and got in.

With the financial agreement made, she directed me to her spot. I parked and reclined her seat. The beauty of the Accord was the front seat would fold flat. I took off my jeans and sat in such a way that my dick looked smaller than it really was. She rolled on a condom, laid back and spread her legs. As I climbed between her legs, she saw the true size of my dick.

"CARAMBA!" she exclaimed.

I chuckled and made sure I got in her as quick as possible, just in case she changed her mind. As I pushed my dick into her, she threw her head back and started speaking in Spanish. I had her knees around my elbows and was fucking her with long, deep strokes. She began to thrash her head about in a way that I interpreted as she was cumming so I fucked her harder. She began to speak faster and then she slapped my face. With my face stinging from the slap, my strokes became harder and longer. At one point she screamed so hard that I stopped and raised up on my arms.

She was breathing heavily with her eyes closed. I decided I wanted to fuck her from behind, and as I was turning her over, she grabbed her clothes, opened the door, and ran off down the road, butt naked.

I laid in the car for a while laughing so hard that tears were rolling down my cheeks. I went home that night and told a friend about what happened, and we had a good laugh.

From that night onwards though, I slid deeper and deeper into the dark side, fucking all of the whores in my neighbourhood, including a couple of crack heads. On slow nights, I would go cruising around the city in search of more.

I naturally like to please women and I treated the whores the same. My mission was to fuck a whore until she came, a mission I achieved quite a few times.

I was having a lot of sex, albeit, paid for but I was lonely. While the urge to fuck prostitutes was still there, I began to look for a partner.

I went to a party and met a woman that I liked a lot. We got on really well, and even though I fucked a whore on the way home, her presence in my life made me think about an exit strategy from the dark side. We continued to talk and eventually moved in together. My exit from that life was now complete. She matched me in every facet of sex, even taking my dick with relative ease.

One night we were discussing our sexual history and I told her about the dark side. I thought she was going to get mad at me. However, when she didn't, I knew my future was with her.

"I am no saint. I fucked freely for many years, all the while looking for someone like you," she said calmly.

"Look at it this way. We had about the same amount of sex, with the only difference being you paid for a lot of yours and I didn't," she said smiling.

"Your mission of wanting to make a whore cum, made you hone your skills on how to please a woman," she said.

"I am now the beneficiary of those learnings," she continued, and with that, she straddled my body and we made love.