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Hooker (Anna Mann)


Hooker by Anna Mann

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Duncan wants to coax his quiet wife Debbie out of her shell, he wants to imagine she can be kinky and sexually adventurous, so as an act of good faith he reveals a secret from his past... how he used to visit a hooker and pay for his fun. Duncan is about to get a shock, because when his staid wife begins to reveal her own secrets, he can hardly believe his ears.

18+ Erotic Flash Fiction.

Product type: EBook    Published by:     Published: 04 / 2018

No. words: 3800

Style: Cuckold BDSM, Sado-Masochism (SM)

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


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“Everyone has something they are ashamed to admit!” Duncan Lewis turned his head on the pillow and offered an encouraging smile.
“Yeah,” His wife of ten years sighed, “So what's your dirty secret?”
It was a trap he'd been trying to avoid as he coaxed her out of her shell, the scenario of you show me yours and I'll show you mine!
“It's really not that terrible,” he replied, “But promise not to get offended or disgusted.”
“I'll be fine,” she chuckled quietly, “Provided it's nothing to do with kids or animals.”
Duncan shook his head and grinned, he was pretty safe on that score, kids were an absolute no–no in his mind, and although he was much more open to the idea of animals his fantasies certainly didn't involve any animal and himself. But a donkey and you dear, now that would be a very different scenario! But one that would never happen, so I can answer No honestly.
“Don't hold this against me, and promise you'll reveal your secret after,” he paused for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Before we were married I used to see this girl, a really kinky girl.”
“Do I know her?” she asked immediately.
Duncan shook his head. “No love, she's someone you've never met, in fact I don't even know where she disappeared to. One minute she was in her usual place, the next minute she was gone.”
“Usual place?”
Duncan smiled and nodded. “She always worked from the same spot,” he felt his cheeks colouring, he had never revealed anything so personal before. “The same street corner.”
He heard his wife gasp, then prepared himself for the backlash. It was the usual case, the smiling wife whispering… you can tell me anything, only to explode because she got to hear something she didn't like.
“You picked up hookers?”
“A hooker,” he corrected, “Not hookers, just one, in the singular.”
“And you paid her, for sex?”
“Well, we didn't play scrabble all night.” he laughed.
“It didn't bother you that she'd probably just been fucked by another man?”
“I suppose it should have done,” he admitted, “But maybe that was a part of the thrill, you know, thinking what a slut she was, how she would fuck anyone if the price was right, and knowing that as soon as she got out of my bed she would probably jump straight into another.”
He saw her shiver, and instantly regretted revealing the real truth, maybe a more harmless lie would have served him better.
“Debbie?” he whispered as she closed her eyes, “Are you okay babes?”
She didn't reply but simply nodded, her eyes still tightly closed and a pained expression on her face.
“You did say you wanted to know!”
“I did want to know,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. “Just tell me, did you just fuck her, or in some small way did you like her, or respect her?”
“Honestly,” he began, unsure if honesty really was the best bet, maybe a tactical denial would be safer. I did like her he told himself, to deny that wouldn't seem right.
“Honestly,” he repeated, “Yes I did like her, and yes I did respect her. I believe that women become hookers for different reasons, some do it through desperation, they do it to survive. Others feel drawn to it, maybe in their hearts they truly are sluts who can't get enough, maybe some do it because they want to feel degradation. Those hookers I can accept and I can say I actually like and respect. But those girls who target the exclusive end of the market, the so called high class hookers, now those are girls I could never get to like.”
“So if she's cheap and desperate, or cheap and slutty you can accept her, but if she's snooty and posh you find it a turn off… is that correct?”


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