Husband Treats Wife Like Whore - and she likes it

There was a comment the other day where I suggested perhaps I ought to turn david out and make a few bucks off his greedy slutty asshole.

juliesp:
That gaping asshole yearning to be filled. Begging me for a rough cock-fucking. I should really turn his ass out, make a few bucks off that slut.

anonymous:
Yeah get his ass on the street and earning dollar for U 👍
He’ll know he’s owned when he’s in the middle of a spit roasting 😎

juliesp:
Exactly. I'll belt whip him if he doesn't bring home enough $$$.

anonymous:
Good for U 👍

I am such a total switch, however, that whenever I have that thought about him, I have the exact same thought about myself. So I asked David for a roleplay where I would be a sex worker and he would be my client. I wonder how many women act this roleplay out? A lot I think!

I wanted to be a new sex worker, grudgingly doing it because my husband and I are down on our luck (through a series of unfortunate events) with no other recourse.  Men have always lusted after me. We need cash fast to make rent and buy food. So I put up an add on the Internet with a pic, screen some potential clients, and choose one with the main criterion that he seems safe, polite, and, most importantly, rich. I went "high-end" with $1000 a session. I thought my bod justified it, right? Why not cash in, right?

I wanted the client to be a bit of a manipulative asshole sort of client, pushing my boundaries, bribing me with extra cash. Not dangerous, but making me degrade myself "willingly" for extra cash.

It's a complex issue, women who feel pushed into sex work by financial need. I wanted to roleplay that in order to examine it a bit. I wanted to get into the headspace of feeling compelled, for much needed cash, to do things that go beyond my boundaries with a strange man. I expected to viscerally feel that degradation, and have more empathy and understanding for women in that situation as a result (if you're reading this last with skepticism, I get it!)

David got a whole bunch of cash as a "prop". I did myself up and dressed up in a short, tight, sexy skirt, blouse, hose, and heels. I wanted him to promise me the cash would go back into our savings after we played. He said that any part of the cash I did not earn back from him would be spent frivolously, rather than squirreled away for retirement, on caviar, and ridiculously high-end booze. The stakes were high! We pretended it was an "outcall", where I would show up at our house masquerading as his giant hotel suite.

I "arrived" and we greeted. He complimented my appearance. He offered me a drink which I accepted. We engaged in conversation. But there was no money. There should have been a discrete envelope with $1000 in it. How does a girl raise that question without seeming crass?

"Maybe I'll go freshen up a bit," I decided to say. "If you could have my envelope for when I get back?"

"Certainly!" David said.

I went to the bathroom to pee. I got back and saw my envelope. What do I do? Do I count it? $1000 is a lot of money. Was I being short changed? How do I do that? I should have asked for the envelope before I went to the bathroom. I decided I should confidently pick it up and look inside. Not count it, but just eyeball it. I did that with as much dignity as I could muster. David sat there smirking at me. I could believe he was thinking, "what a whore." I put the envelope in my purse and said, "should we get started?"

"May I 'unwrap' you?" he asked. That was an odd way of saying it. The unexpected is fun in a roleplay.

"Of course," I said, going along smoothly. There was no script. I had to put myself in the mindset of my character and do what comes naturally, as did David. David stood, guided me to my feet, and began undressing me on the spot. He kept going, slowly and sensually, until I was completely naked. He was still completely clothed. My character felt awkward and embarrassed, and so, so did I. Roleplay can transport you when done right.

"I want to see what I've bought," David told me as he stepped back and took me in. I felt awkward, but I posed for him, and spun when he indicated it. Ok, this was degrading! Shall I tell him to go fuck himself? He would take his money back and what would I have to say about it? Ok, it was embarrassing but whatever, right?

"Satisfied?" I asked him a bit haughtily.

"Very. But you can tone down the attitude. If you want a nice tip that is."

"Sorry," I said. "I'm new to this."

"Really? Well that's interesting. Do you need the money?"

"Yes," I answered simply. No sense denying it.

"I'll see if we can't give you some opportunities to earn a bit more along the way."

What an asshole!

"That's not necessary. My fee will be fine. Shall we head to the bedroom?"

"Eager, are you?"

Eager to get this over with!

"Very eager," I said in a sexy voice, hoping to recover the situation. He did mention "TIPS".

He took me to the bedroom.

"Before we start, I get very turned on giving an attractive girl like you a little spanking before sex. Are you game?"

"I'm sorry. That's not ok. I did not agree to that."

"How about for an extra... say... $250?" As David said that, he pulled out a big wad of cash from his pocket, counted out $250, and held it out to me.

That's a lot of money. I could either take it, and then still count on a tip later, or refuse a second time and likely walk out only with the original fee.

"Ok, but just a little spanking, very light, and you stop as soon as I ask you to, ok?

"That's fine," David said as he handed me the $250.

I thought, given I was trying to act the part honestly, that I should feel at least a bit degraded by now, compromising my boundaries for $'s. But I didn't feel degraded at all. I felt a sense of pleasure in taking an extra $250 from this "stranger".

He sat on the bed and pulled me gently across his knee. He started giving me a very light spanking while fondling my ass and my pussy and my tits. I tried getting myself deeper into my headspace. "I'm getting paid for this" I reminded myself as I clenched my teeth and endured the groping and slapping from this "strange man".

Pretty soon he was spanking harder and I say, "Ok please stop. That's too hard and it's enough now."

"Awwww," he said. "I wanted to spank you until you were crying like a little girl. Haven't you ever been spanked by your Daddy until you cried?" As he said that, he rubbed my ass gently. David likes teasing me about my Daddy obsession. But David is my Daddy, really.

"I have not!" I told him, though that was not exactly the truth. Feeling his hand on my low back I said, "let me up. We had an agreement."

"How about we modify the agreement? I'll add another $250 if you let me spank you until your ass is bright red and you cry like a little girl? I won't injure you, I promise. Just a naughty girl's spanking. And you can even have a safeword, 'red' if you really need me to stop."

"No." I said.

"How about $500?"

I had to think a bit about that. Given tips and all, it was the difference between $1250 and more like $2000 likely. Still not enough.

"No, I don't need the money that badly. And you've already spanked me."

"That wasn't a proper spanking. Ok then, $1000."

Holy shit! Now it was more like $1250 versus, what, possibly $2500??? That kind of money would make a big difference.

"What if I take your money and say 'red' right away?"

"Well that would be cheating, and you wouldn't do that. How about this. I'll give you $500 right now, and then you earn the rest of the $1000 by accepting your spanking like a good little girl. You can still call 'red' anytime, but I'll decide how well you did, and lay out accordingly. Deal?"

"How bad would it need to be for me to get it all?"

"Ha ha. So now you want it all, do you? You'd have to have a hot red ass, and be kicking and crying for real, but I promise you'll be right as rain with only a tingle in your bum five minutes later."

"Ok, deal," I said. I supposed that was fair. That was a LOT of money. I could grin and bear it. What's the big deal about a spanking anyways? I'm sure lots of girls get spanked to tears growing up. 

David put what was presumably $500 on the floor in front of me in one pile, and another pile of presumably the other $500 in a pile beside it. Then he started in with my "real" spanking. Youch! That man can spank. I thought my best recourse to earn my full $1000 was to cry as soon as humanly possible. Without using 'red' I started squirming and verbalizing and begging like I imagine a little girl getting a nasty spanking would. As it got more and more intense, I just kept my eyes firmly fixed on my money. Damn. The things I do for money.

Before too, too long I was able to dredge up some snot and tears and I was sounding pretty pitiful even to myself. The amount of 'acting' required was minimal, I can assure you.

He stopped my spanking, put me on my feet, and stood beside me.

"How'd I do?" I asked him, sniffling.

"Well, maybe a few crocodile tears, but judging by the state of your rosy red ass, I think you earned the full amount. Go on, pick it up."

Ok, well this was more degrading than the spanking. I turned and bent over and picked up my money. As I was doing it, I got another resounding slap on my ass. Grrrrrr.

"Is sucking cock included in the base fee?" He asked it with a smile as he began undressing.

"It is," I said.

He undressed to naked and stood there. He has a pretty good body. I like it, anyways.

"That's a pretty big cock," I said, coquettishly.

"I bet you say that to all the guys"

"Lie down on the bed."

"I prefer to stand. You kneel."

Ok. Whatever. I got down on my knees in front of him. It was his money, I guess. I took his cock in my hands and began fondling it.

"In your mouth, young lady," he chided. I was getting there! I obeyed (cringe!) and enveloped his cock in my mouth being careful of no teeth (yes, a valid criticism of my technique, but it's hard to keep your lips pursed like that all the time). We decided our simulation of sex worker and client would not extend to responsible condom use. Hey, there have to be some advantages to being a married couple.

"Put your hands behind your back, they're not helping," he said.

What did he mean, 'not helping'. Fine. Whatever.

I went back in with just my mouth and I sucked and bobbed and made smoochy sexy sounds. I was supposed to be naive and new to this, so I did not even try my best, but reverted to my pre-trained technique (when I had my DD contract I made some great strides in oral technique in an attempt to protect my ass from his belt!).

David picked up on this because he pulled me off him and said, "ok, that's just not very good."

Even though I was sorta going for that, it still felt a bit hurtful. Like I said, I was in character, method acting.

"Let's hope you have other talents," he suggested. "Get on the bed and get those ankles over your ears."

Fine, whatever. I went onto the bed and lay on the bed trying to look sexy and inviting.

"Ankles over your ears," he persisted. What? He was serious?

"No. It's embarrassing..." I complained.

"You don't listen very well. Do you want a nice tip or not? Ankles. Over. Your. Ears."

I blushed, pulled my knees towards my chest, spread my legs,  straightened at the knees, and pulled my ankles back with my hands.

David looked at me and smirked. I could feel him thinking "what a total whore."

"Just do it, already," I said a bit testily.

"Watch the attitude," he reminded me.

He got on the bed and knelt between my legs. His hardon was major. He took the tip of his dick and started pushing it into my vag.

"Ouch. Please. A bit of foreplay or at least use lube or something!" I begged.

I get wet more on the inside, but without foreplay it does not get to the entrance where it's needed.

David lowered his head and then made a show of literally spitting on my pussy. Then he went back with his cock.

"Ouch! No. Foreplay, please!"

"If you want foreplay it would be you paying me, now wouldn't it?"

"Fine. But then I need lube. There's some in my purse."

David got up and started leaving the room. "Don't move now. I expect to see you just like that when I get back." He left before I could respond.

Whatever. I didn't want to give this man an excuse not to tip me generously, so I held my humiliating, ready-to-be-fucked, pose. Again though, while the pose was designed to humiliate me, I was not at all feeling humiliated. I was feeling like I was going to take even more money off this guy, willingly proffered, so who really was humiliating themselves?

He came back and tossed the tube of lube beside me on the bed, he also tossed the earlier envelope with my cash fee next to it. "In case you were worried," he said.

"Put the lube on me," I said, wiggling my cunt at him.

"Put it on yourself. Who's paying whom here?"

I imagine it's not realistic, this much overt discussion of payment, but it was the aspect we were delving into, so we exaggerated it.

I went to lower my knees and do so.

"Keep your feet where they were," he said.

I straightened my legs again, pulling them back, exposing my pussy lewdly, opened the tube of lube, and smeared a copious amount on and inside my pussy as he watched me with that damned smirk.

I put the tube aside and grabbed my ankles again. It was getting tiring. He positioned himself back between my legs and then plunged into me!

He slid in, but the fact is his cock is pretty thick and I always feel a bit "split open" at first. He used his hands to push down on the backs of my thighs which relieved me from having to hold the stressful position myself, and then he fucked me hard and deep, bouncing my ass on the bed.

As he fucked me I repeated my mantra silently to myself: "I'm a whore. I'm being fucked like a whore. I deserve to be fucked like a whore...". Again, I was really trying to feel the degradation but was having trouble. You can actually get paid to do this? Sweet! Ok, it really was my husband, the man I loved, but I have been fucked by random hookups before I got married, and the sex was still nice...

Mercifully for the sake of my pussy, my pounding did not last very long before he pulled out, drippy and hard.

"Turn over. Get on all fours. Doggy style."

I turned over and presented my arched backside to him.

I was having fun by now. He once again got behind me, plunged in, and renewed my whorish fucking. Such a dirty, dirty, whore!

As he fucked me, his thumbs got distressingly near my asshole, and started even pushing in a bit.

"Hey!" I said.

"Ever been fucked in the ass?" He asked me.

Not sure if it was in character, but I answered, "yes."

"I want to finish in your ass," he told me.

"No!" I said firmly.

"I'll pay you extra. $500."

"No!"

As he was "negotiating" he had slowed down his thrusting but was still fucking me.

"$1000"

"no..." I said, audibly weakening.

"I really want that asshole. $2000 extra."

I thought in character. "$2000 extra?!? My husband's fucked me in the ass before.

"Ok, let's see the money, but you have to be gentle and use lots of lube..."

He pulled out of me, went over to his pants, and counted out another $2000 in front of me and put it in a pile next to my other money. "And you're still getting a tip if you take it like a champ."

"Why don't you get that asshole nice and ready for me," he said.

I lay down on my side, facing away from him so he could see. I got the lube, and lubed my back door thoroughly. I knew I needed to stretch myself out a bit, so I used a couple of fingers to do that, finger fucking my asshole as he watched. Hey $2000 is $2000!

"That's it, get nice and loose for me, but not too loose."

"Ok. I'm ready I think, but be gentle. You promised. Where do you want me?"

"On your back, but wait." He pulled me up to kneeling. He took my pile of money and he scattered it on the bed. "Lie down on your money," he said. There was more than $4000 there in fifties. And he still had money in his pocket for a tip!

I lay down comfortably on my money, money, money!

He put a pillow under my ass and spread my legs and moved my ankles back towards my ears. I was a virgin to missionary-style ass fucking. I took the lube and smothered his cock with it. I lay back and prepared myself. He put his cock at my well-lubed and stretched anal entrance and gently applied pressure.

"Just think of all the money you're lying on," he told me, echoing my own thoughts. I breathed Lamaze style, "ph, ph, phhhhhhh" and pushed to open myself as if going to the bathroom. He pushed his cock in deeper. Fuck that hurt! All of a sudden I went "Ohhhh!" as his cockhead fully penetrated my ass. That was the worst of it. He did a few slow, gentle, short thrusts, then pulled out again! No! He put it at the entrance again and reinserted it, only slightly less painfully.

"Keep it in, now, ok?" I begged him.

"It'll hurt less and less each time," he said as he pulled out again.

"Noooo!" I wailed as he pushed it in again. But he was right, each time was easier than the last. He did it several more times, and by the end there was no resistance or pain at all as pushed the head in.

"Ok, just fuck me now, pleasssse!"

"Ho ho ho. Who's the greedy ass slut now?" he asked, harkening back to our last anal scene.

"I am. I'm the greedy little ass slut."

"Mmmmm. You're really earning your tip now."

He then proceeded to fuck my asshole hard. No doubt pain is a part of the experience, but fuck! I slobbered all over my fingers and started desperately rubbing at my clit as I admired his bod.

"That's it. Cum for me you whore. Cum for me with my cock in your ass for your full $5000 you dirty little whore!"

And, well, you know, $5000 is $5000 back into savings, dirty whore or not, so I came for him, with his cock up my ass, and as soon as I started, he came as well, creaming my asshole with his hot spunk. Mission accomplished!

Ok, so this is where I'm supposed to say how degraded I was to imagine exchanging sex for money, but you know, I just can't. I found the money a turn-on, and so did David. Listen, I don't want to say it's for everybody, and if you in any way support or are engaged in any sort of coercive sex work, then fuck you for real, but I can see the allure and the positive aspects from both sides. But I may be special that way.

And I realize $5000 is pretty good for my first time out :-) But I wonder, given my limited Internet fame, if I put myself up for auction, what might I get? Hmmmmm?

Let me know in the comments your thoughts on "paying for it" or "getting paid for it".