Sometimes life can exceed your wildest imagination, and you can let events take you places that you could never have dreamed of. I used to be sexually fairly normal, or so I thought. I was brought up to want the usual things: an attractive girlfriend (but just one), a marriage, home, kids and conventional sex – nothing too kinky. There was an unspoken assumption that people like me would never go beyond the boundaries of good behaviour. Without knowing it, I was in a prison.
Gradually, I became frustrated. My relationships became shorter and shorter. Something was wrong, and it was eating away at me. Even porn wasn’t having the desired effect. Instead, I began to dream of acting out my deepest desires in real life. I created scenarios where I was the master, the ringleader of a hooker group sex session that lasted for weeks. I was in control of my slaves – I did what I wanted. And then I woke up. At work I would drift off into my fantasies again. As I was talking to a co-worker, I would be hearing and seeing things that couldn’t be talked about. Something had to change fast, but what?
Somehow, I stumbled onto casual encounters websites. I think a hooker may have mentioned it to me after an appointment, when I was talking to her about my troubles. She was familiar with the situation and told me that she had the same issues. Instead of struggling to be what people wanted her to be, she embraced her dirty side and used online chat rooms to arrange her work. She suggested that I do the same to get good sex in Dundedin, so I did.
Soon, I was addicted to sex chat rooms. This was a place where anything went. I could talk about my impulses and dreams with people who had exactly the same fantasies. And, more importantly, I could meet women who were desperate to help me liberate myself. So they came, one after another to my apartment. We would fuck like wild beasts instantly, naturally, endlessly. Each one of them was there for one thing alone, and there were no complications. We did what we wanted, without anyone trying to steer us down a conventional path, and it was incredible.
One day, I was fucking a hooker who I had met on the sex chat boards. It took a while to recognise her, but eventually I realised that this was the girl who had turned me onto the web in the first place. “Did you get what you wanted?” she asked, as I withdrew, rolling beside her and letting my breathing subside. “Has it been everything I thought it would be?” “Yeah” I said, “It’s like finding a meaning in my life that wasn’t there before. Finally, I can be with people who just want to fuck, and fuck. It’s almost religious.” She nodded her head as she buttoned up her blouse. “That’s exactly what it is honey”, she agreed, “but do you know how to make it better?” I said that I didn’t, so she drew close and kissed me on the nose. “Group sex. Done right.”
I didn’t know what she meant by ‘done right’ but I knew she was right about one thing. The hooker had seen it all. “Share the love,” she said as she left me, “and watch it grow” she added, pointing to my cock. A week later, it was arranged. It turned out that the site was filled with girls who were only too willing to join me for a 3-way group sex marathon. Some of them wanted to know about my stamina. I said that I could keep going as long as necessary. All of them knew the score. There was nothing unusual in my town about a three-way, it’s just that people didn’t talk about it. Unless you had a hooker spirit guide, it might never even occur to ordinary folk.
That evening, my room was chaos. Naked bodies were piled on top of each other, rising and falling. Tongues were straining to find their target, whether it was clit or cock. I held a beautiful Russian blonde in my arms and kissed her, while her Thai friend took me in her mouth. The third girl was everywhere – a bundle of erotic energy, seeking out pleasure wherever it lay. The hooker was right. This was almost religious. The three of us fucked and fucked as if we were one person. From the moment the three girls arrived, it all seemed perfectly natural. There was no schoolboy nervousness. I knew what I had to do, and my instinct took over. I had to satisfy three women, three beautiful, sexually hungry women. And they had to please me. Trust me, when people come together like that, it’s like a miracle.
The thing was, these were hooker girls. They weren’t high class call girls or divorcees looking for a cheap thrill. They were professionals, and they knew how to fuck. There was nothing that they couldn’t or wouldn’t do. And they knew how to keep me going. When I became tired, they would massage me and leave me to rest for a few minutes while they caressed and licked each other. One produced a strap-on and took another doggy-style, hard and fast. In seconds, I was in her mouth, completing the threesome, while the third hooker French kissed me passionately.
Then I would relax again, watching their performance. It was like a ballet. They would entwine, embrace and then come apart so gracefully, and then I became a part of it. I’m not a graceful man, but when I was fucking my hooker friends, I guess I felt something like a dancer. There was no self-consciousness about it. It just happened. Our 4-way sex session went on until morning. I had to work the next day, and hadn’t expected that we could continue for so long. In fact, I had completely lost track of time. Time was the least of my worries. Overnight, I had entered a trance, a filthy, hypnotic sexual trance that drove me to fuck. After that, getting up and dressing for work became a problem. My sex session with three hooker girls changed me forever. Never before had I felt so natural. Now, when the guys talked about sports as if they had any meaning, or when they talked about the girls they had banged, I knew that there were better things to enjoy. Thanks to online encounters sites, I can enjoy them whenever I like.