Examples Of Dirty Talk With A High Class Hooker Girlfriend

The idea of being paid money for sex is deeply rooted into the female psyche. It goes a long way back.

In ancient Rome it’s estimated by historians that as many as 10% of women were part time prostitutes.

In Victorian London historians estimate that about 1 in 35 women were involved in prostitution.

Even today in poorer countries, as many as 1% or 2% of female University students sell their bodies on a part time basis to help pay for their tuition.

A lot of women sleep with men for material resources even if its not explicitly paid sex. Some women choose to sleep with a man simply because of his money, or will sleep with a string of men hoping to find financial support.

So even if most women will claim to dislike the idea, it sexually resonates with them on a deep level.

On the upper end you have the high class hooker, the paid escort.

The paid escort is sophisticated and often classy. She has a certain pride or professionalism in what she’s doing and she may be world traveled, catering to wealthy clients in many countries and maybe speaks many languages.

On the lowest end there’s the gutter slut. She’s a total whore, sucking and fucking sleazy guys for fifteen bucks a trick.

Either way, in fantasy at least, the girls like what they do. In secret, deep down, they’re not doing it for the money. They’re doing it for the sex and because of their insatiable need, their addiction, for exciting and dangerous men. It’s the dangerous thrill of the roller coaster ride that they’re after.

To bring a woman into this identity, begin having dominant sex with her. When she’s highly aroused and suggestible, tell her to put on some high heels and something sexy for you. It’s important that she wears sexy clothes so that she can feel the part.

Pull out a twenty bill and hand it to her. Start talking sexy to her, “You’re such a slut, fucking guys for money like this.” Proceed to fuck her roughly.

You can also tell her, “You like fucking new guys every day… you don’t do it for the money, you do it because you’re such a slut. You’re such a whore. Tell me what a little whore you are.”

The Real Example of Katie

Katie was a Euro-blonde I met in Miami, Florida.

I was at a little known Latin club, teaching a workshop to a guy who wanted to specifically learn how to meet Latin girls.  We were the only two Caucasians there.

Well, not the only two.  A blonde with a notepad and pen and a cameraman behind her came up to me.

“You guys don’t look like you belong here,” she said to me.

“Yeah, we’re trying something new,” I said.

“Can I take a quote from you guys for my story?  How are you enjoying this party.”

We chit-chatted for a while, but I was also in the middle of talking to the student.  I literally had to push her off of me.

“Why don’t you go talk to your cameraman boyfriend over there.”

“Ha ha, he’s not my boyfriend!”

I started pushing her away, even telling her to go, but she kept reinitiating the conversation.

So I said to the student in front of her, “Here’s how to do a make-out.”  Turning to her, I told her, “Close your eyes.”

She closed her eyes and we began making out just like that.

I put the student in set and then I grabbed the reporter woman’s hand and moved her to a quiet corner.  There I showed her hotspots, touching all over her body.  I then moved her to the dance floor and we continued to make out.  Eventually my hands moved toward her chest.

Here I was met with a pleasant surprise.

Hidden, underneath, were enormous, double DD breasts, all-natural on this golden blonde.  I had unwittingly scored a real 9 here.

“What’s your name?”

“Katie.”

“Listen Katie, I have to get back to my friend.  Let’s exchange numbers though.”

“Okay,” she told me.

We exchanged numbers and I called her right there.  She picked up.  “Hi Katie!  Hey, I’m calling to say I had a great time tonight!”

She laughed and we parted.

Katie’s Clothes Come Off

I called Katie up two days later and told her to meet me at Starbucks.

“Dress in something sexy,” I told her.

This wasn’t a Starbucks halfway between us, but a Starbucks conveniently located five minutes from my apartment.  She had to do most of the driving.

Still, the attraction was strong and she showed up on time.

When she arrived, I stood up, gave her a kiss on the cheek and took her hand.  She looked smashing.  I recommended that she order a hot chocolate.

We talked, built rapport, and vibed with each other for about an hour.  Much of the time my hands were on her legs, stroking them up to her inner thighs.

I pulled her toward me, cupped her chin in my hand, and kissed her lips.

“Let’s go, I want to show the view where I live.  You can see much of the city.  It’s awesome.”

Five minutes later we were back at my place.  We took a look at the view from the balcony.  I didn’t waste any time.

Making out continued.  “Sit down,” I told her pointing to the sofa.

She took a seat.  I start feeling up her breasts through her clothes like I had done at the club.  They felt incredible.

I pulled one of her breasts out with her help and started sucking on it.  Then the other.  Her nipples were huge, hard, and erect like two thimbles sitting on top of two giant mountains.

I start roughly sucking and fondling and burying my face into them.  Katie started moaning in pleasure.

“God… I’m not going to be able to say No to you now…”

I took Katie’s hands and pulled her to the bed.

Katie Tastes the Talking Bull

Katie got on top of me and started rubbing her pussy on my erect cock.

She kept gyrating her hips and rubbing her clit up and down the length of my cock’s shaft until a few minutes later she shuddered in a frenzy as a rainfall of water sprayed out from her pussy, like a shaken can of Sprite suddenly going off.  She had just ejaculated all over me.

This otherwise innocent looking reporter turned out to be one crazy little sex hellion.

Given her sexual openness, I went right into the Blissnosis training.

After licking out her pussy, I put my wrapped cock inside of her.

“God Katie, your pussy is so warm and wet and hot,” I told her.  Indeed it was.  It was just dripping ejaculate.

“Your pussy is so hot.  I’m going to fuck it hard and fast.”

I began pumping her hard.  “You want me to fuck you hard, fuck you fast.  You like it hard and fast.”

“Oh, you’re a bad girl.  You love touching yourself, getting yourself off on my cock.  Everyone on the outside thinks you’re this goody little two shoes reporter… underneath though… you love to orgasm and squirt.”

The sexy talk really sent her over the edge.

After we finished I held her and gave her positive feedback.  “I love how you squirt.  I love how you’re openly sexual like that.  That’s a rare quality to find in a woman.”

She was happy.

Katie Talks Dirty Back

“Come on over,” I said to her.  “And wear something sexy.  A skirt maybe.  And wear heels too.”

My news reporter arrived dressed in jeans and heels.  She got it mostly right.

When the moment was right I forcefully grabbed her face and forced my tongue down her mouth.  I shoved her up against a door that made a tremendous “Thump!” and started dry humping her through my jeans.

I forcefully pulled down her shirt and bra cup to expose one of her large breasts, and I sucked on it wet, making wide strokes against her tit with my tongue

I unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her panties and started licking out her pussy, then pulled them back up, abandoning her without explanation.

Eventually we got down to business and she did the same as before; she climbed on top of me and rubbed her clit up and down the shaft of my wrapped cock vigorously until she came in a climactic orgasm that sent a bottle full of female ejaculate all over me.  What an interesting way to start sex.  But now it was my turn.

I got Katie into doggy position with her on her elbows and knees as I towered behind and over her.

As I thrust into her I grabbed her hips and started talking sexy.

“You like dick don’t you?  You like that strong dick of mine thrusting in and out of your don’t you?”

“Yeah…” she squealed.

I grabbed her hair and dominantly yanked her head back.

“Tell me you like dick inside of you.”

“Yeah…”

“TELL ME you like DICK inside of you!”

“I love dick inside of me!” she squealed.

“Yeah, that’s right, all day you’ve been dreaming and fantasizing about opening your legs again for my cock.  All you can think about is taking my cock in that pussy and that mouth of yours.  You’re such a bad girl…”  I was pounding down on her hard now.

“That pussy is mine, I own that pussy.”

“Whose pussy is that?”

“Yours Jesse…”

“Tell me who owns that pussy??” I yanked her head back by her hair and began pumping her more furiously.

“It’s your pussy!  It’s yours… oh God.”

“Tell me what a nasty girl you are for me.”

“I’m a nasty girl for you!”

“That’s right you are.”  I pulled out of her and went down on her with my mouth real hard.  I got her juices all over my face and after the few minutes of hard cunnilingus I told her to lick her own juices off my face as I rode her.  She loved her own taste…

Katie Gets PIMPED

After about fifteen minutes into another sex session with Katie, I stopped and stood her up on her two feet.

I told her to go into the closet and put on the red heels, fishnet stockings, and a black miniskirt that we bought together the week before.

Five minutes later she emerged looking like a cheap hooker.

“What’s your escort name?” I asked her.

“Hmmm…”

“How about Lexi,” I suggested.

“Okay, I like it!” she told me.

“You are now Lexi.  So sexy.  Come on over here.”

I pulled her over to me.  “Here’s some money.”  I threw the cash down on the bed.  “You’re my cheap call girl now for a whole hour.”

“Tell me that you’re a cheap call girl.”

“I’m a cheap call girl…”

I bent her over at the waist with her face and hands down on the bed, and thrust my pelvis up to her bent over ass.  “You’re going to get fucked like a cheap call girl too.”

After about ten minutes of play fucking, I went to my small treasure box of sex toys.

“Touch your pussy,” I told her to keep her occupied.

I took a blindfold from the small chest and put it around her eyes so that she couldn’t see.  I pushed her face down on the bed and climbed on top of her.

Taking her long hair in my one hand, I jerked it back to lift her head, and with my other hand I held her arm by the wrist up against her back.  She was completely at my mercy.

I started pumping on her hard and with the full force of my weight behind it.

“Who’s your master now baby?  Tell me who’s your master.”

“You Jesse…”

“Surrender yourself to your strong man… surrender your body… surrender your mind…”

“Yes…”

“You’ll fulfill all of your strong man’s sexual fantasies…”

“Yes!”

“You’re my little cum slut…”

“Yes!”

My one hand had her arm pinned and pressed against her back, and with the other I reached over and shoved my finger into her mouth.

“Suck that cock… suck that second cock,” I commanded her.  She started sucking and slurping on it with blind enthusiasm.

“Oh that’s right, you enjoy getting paid to have one cock in your pussy and another cock in your mouth.  You’re such a bad little call girl.”

“Hmm hmmm.”

Afterwards I held her in my arms and we cuddled for twenty minutes.  I whispered into her ear, “Baby, you make me so hot for you… you’re so sexy… I love how you’re so responsive to me.  I love how this brings us so much closer together.  You’re so special to me.”

I gave her lots of little kisses on her nose and eyes.

13 thoughts on “Examples Of Dirty Talk With A High Class Hooker Girlfriend”

  1. East coast escort

    Well this is certainly a hot fantasy, but it’s just that. A fantasy. As an escort, your article couldn’t be more far from the mark that women aren’t solely doing it for the money. My escort friends and I have this discussion quite often- the sex we have “on the job” is a job, that’s it. There’s little or no satisfaction that we get out of it. As far as WHY we do it, it’s the best ROI you can get from any occupation. Nothing wrong with roleplay. Just don’t get it confused with reality.

  2. It’s been 2 years since your post and I’d bet anything that since then you’ve spent some serious time giving blow jobs when ordered to do so by a dominant man. With a user name like LOLLA we all know you are a naughty little slut who would cream over a good skirt up, panites down spanking. Lot’s of feminists are sexually submissive.

  3. I enjoy role play And esp like the escort/prostitute getting paid for sex fantasy. When this fantasy/role play is about to be played out, do guys really need to tell the women to dress up (heels, sexy clothing?) I would think they would know to do that, (but idk.) I like being dominated and dirty talking, but I as the women(escort) also like pretending that they sought out an escort (me) bc they were not being fulfilled sexual by their wife or gf. Asking them or they tell me what they don’t get at home so I can do it for them or I can do it better. I don’t know if that could help some guys out who’s girlfriends/wives are a little hesitate about it.

    *Prostitution and getting paid for sex is not rooted in females. **The suppression & oppression of female Sexual desire and sexual drive is whats deeply rooted into the female psyche. Sadly, even still today. And they still try to do today. Not all women conformed and are brainwashed to this. I know I have never been. But a lot still are. Curious if you would ever write anything on that. As in helping guys let their gf/wives know they are sexual and they do desire/need sex. That every women can orgasm its just in their head that they can’t. They are not “wired” different, so many psychologist, sex, relationship, and dating coaches/counselors still seem to be trying to drill that in both women and mens heads. Don’t mean to ramble but for some reason many women listen to what men say rather than what internally they actually feel.

  4. I love dirty talk, and I’m always the one instigating it.. I want it hard. I want to be called a bad girl, but I can’t seem to find a man who can keep up… Any suggestions? I’ve been told that I’m too much of a nymph – wanting it 4-5x a day… Is there a type? How do you instigate the dirty talk? Maybe I move too quickly?….. Thank you. –

  5. I am a feminist. I never let any man dominate me but god knows why this submissive-dominant thingy in bed turn me on as hell

  6. My new man is dominant and I’m just discovering that I am extremely turned on by being submissive. I want to talk dirty to him and come up with ways to turn him on..he thinks I am vanilla..but I know I am not. How can I show him I`m ready for it? 😉

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