How I became an escort.

My name is Alisa French and I'm a Hotwife from Boise Idaho. It turns my husband on seeing how much of a whore I can be. About 10 years ago we started trying new things to spice up our sex life. We found several "dare" and wife sharing websites and made profiles on them. The first post we put up on the dare site, I was wearing a mask and the pictures were your run of the mill anonymous nudes. Well as luck would have it, I emailed in my submission using my sidekick flip phone and when the site finally posted it I was very surprised to find out that they had posted it up with my real name (I didn't realize it was included with the email). Well I tried to get it removed but the site never even answered me back so it has been there as a reminder ever since. I decided to make a new naughty email so I wouldn't be using my regular one when posting stuff.

Over the years things slowly escalated as they tend to do and I started posing for more and more risky pics and videos. I went from pics with my face blurred out and a screen name, to eventually agreeing to show part of my face, to having profiles on all the porn sites using my real name and making full on hardcore porn videos getting fucked in the ass bareback and staring into the camera while I deep throat and swallow cum with several different guys. This is the story of how I went from just posting naughty wife pics online to 10 years later being so addicted to quick nsa sex with strangers that I’ve resorted to whoring myself out (for free) on several escort websites.

Years ago we had already started posting naughty pics online to spice up our sex life and I was talking to my husband about how it was messed up that earlier in life, he had slept with other women (cheated on me) but I had only ever been with him. All of our friends had dated and been with other people and I was the only loser that hadn't. I felt like I missed out on that part of my life. He said that if I really felt that way then it wasn't too late and he wanted me to have the fun I had missed out on when I was younger and he wouldn't hold it against me.

There was a guy I had worked with (for discretion I will refer to him as Rick) that I thought might like me (he used to lightly flirt at work) and I still had his number so I started by messaging him. It didn't take long before I was sending him very explicit nudes and videos. My first time actually doing anything, I arranged to go to a bad movie with him and as I had hoped... we were the only people in the theater. I had never done anything like that before (not even with my husband) so I was really nervous. I wore a skirt with no panties. I started kissing him and he went straight to playing with my breasts. I pulled up my skirt and then grabbed his hand and moved it between my thighs to my wet pussy.

I was trembling. He was fingering me as we made out and then I felt down to his pants and he was rock hard. I got out of my chair, kneeled down beside him and pulled his dick out into my hands. He was fairly big, about 7 or 8". I stared up into his eyes as I started sucking his dick right there in the theater while he continued to reach over my back and play with my pussy. I deep throated his cock down to the balls and it didn't take long before he tensed up and I felt his dick start throbbing so I backed off a little as his hot cum started pumping into my mouth. I sucked hard massaging my tongue deep down the entire length of his shaft making sure to suck out every last drop and then swallowed it all (I have always swallowed since I was in jr high). We didn't have sex that night or record what happened but we have multiple times since then as we tend to meet up a few times each year to fuck.

When I told my husband what had happened, he didn't believe that I actually went through with it as I had only ever done anything sexual with him up to that point. About a week later I met up with Rick again (his idea was a public restroom at the park late at night). I had him take multiple pictures and videos of me staring into the camera as I sucked his dick (you can see the toilet and stall in the background) and I sent them to my husband. Then I turned around and he recorded as I pulled my pants down, bent over, spread my thighs and looked back into the camera as he proceeded to slowly slide the tip of his unprotected dick up and down the opening of my soaking wet pussy. My heart was racing as inch by inch I felt him sliding himself deep into me until finally bottoming out on my cervix.

I felt like a whore. For the first time in my life I was having sex with someone other than my husband and not only that but I was being recorded doing it. He didn't fuck me like my husband does.. he wasn't gentle, he almost seemed angry. He was fucking me like I was some one night stand that he would never have to see again. He slapped my ass and gripped my flesh as he thrust hard into me. Just then I heard a familiar ringtone... It was my husband messaging me. By now he must have seen the pictures and video I just sent. I couldn't see what it said because Rick was using my phone to record us. Rick started fucking me even faster and harder.

My mind raced as adrenaline flooded my body. What did he say?.. Was he angry?.. Was he not really serious about me being allowed to fuck someone else? Did he think I was bluffing just to see what he would say? Was I a bad person? I didn't care. It was too late now anyways. I grabbed the wall railing in front of me for support and matched rhythm with Rick as he thrust deeper inside of me. It felt good. I felt wanted. Rick had been showering me with compliments for weeks and begging to be with me. I was his conquest, his trophy. And now he had me and was fucking me with a drive and passion that I had never felt before. I could feel him stiffening up.

Then I heard the ringtone again. Another wave of adrenaline. My pussy pulsed and gripped onto him as I was overcome by my first orgasm in years. He thrust deep hitting my cervix again and held firm as he pumped his hot load inside of me. I heard the beep of the video recording being stopped. I told him to send it. I got dressed and put my phone back into my pocket without checking what it said. We went out to the parking lot and smoked a few cigarettes while talking and looking at the starry night sky. My phone continued to chime as new messages came in but I didn't check them. I needed time. After a few more minutes Rick thanked me, gave me one last cigarette and got in his car and left. When I finished I got into my car and read the first message: "OH MY FUCKING GOD".

I started out slow by just fucking coworkers or old high school friends from my facebook and having them record it so I could post it to my porn profiles online so my husband could watch it back later. Over the years I got increasingly bold and made profiles on all the different dating and hookup sites and eventually I started actually meeting up for nsa sex with 3 to 4 random guys per week. I was really starting to get hooked when my husband said it was going too far and asked me to delete my dating profiles and stop hooking up with strangers.

After a few weeks without meeting up with anyone, I was headed to get groceries when I saw an adult video store as I drove past. I kept thinking about it as I did my shopping and eventually decided to google it and see what I could find out. The site said they had video booths in the back but didn’t mention anything about if they had glory holes or not. I was so excited and nervous that I was shivering and shaking as I loaded the last of my bags into my trunk and started heading home. As I neared the video store I had already made up my mind that I would stop and take a quick look. It was in the middle of the day so I parked behind the gas station next door, put on my mask (2020), and ventured inside to see what it was like. I browsed a couple isles and seeing that the store only had a few customers, I went straight for the back.

Nobody was in the hallway so I quickly entered a booth and closed and locked the door behind me. There was a video machine on the back wall that took credit cards and a paper taped to the wall next to it that said “No loitering in booth. Please select a video.” On the side walls there were holes leading to the booths on either side which were dark just like the one I was in. I used an extra credit card I usually never use because I didn’t want the charges showing up on my regular account. The video started playing and I could feel the excitement build as I wondered if someone would enter a booth next to mine. My question was answered very quickly as I saw light through one of the glory holes as the door was opened followed shortly by the other. I had only been in the booth a matter of seconds so I wondered if they had seen me go to the back and followed me.

I took off my mask, lowered my pants and started to slowly rub my clit which by this point was throbbing. It had been weeks since I had sex and the waiting was driving me crazy. I took turns putting me fingers through both of the holes to let them know I was ready when they were. My prayers were answered when a reasonable sized dick (about 7”)with a condom on it came through the wall. Since he was already hard I wasted no time, turned around, spread my pussy open, backed up to the wall and guided him into me until I could feel my clit and pussy lips touching the edges of the hole. The height was perfect so I could bend over, lean my hands against the wall in front of me and push my pussy hard directly against the hole. Oh my fucking god.

He started pounding furiously into me and I matched rhythm with him grinding my pussy against the glory hole. My chest felt on fire so I removed my shirt and bra. I was now fully nude and fucking a stranger that I had never even seen or spoken to before. It felt amazing. I wished that I had thought of doing this years ago. Out of habit I pulled out my phone and started recording a selfie of my first time at the glory hole. The booth was dim with only the light from the video screen to see by. After a little bit, I could see an eye watching me through the hole in front of me. I put my phone away and started rubbing my pussy and then put my fingers through the hole so the other guy could taste me. He pulled away and then put his dick through the wall for me. Oh my. It was about 10” long and as thick as my wrist (and black).

I had never fucked a black guy before and had never seen a dick that big in real life. I gripped onto it and started stroking it and sucking on the head. The two walls were far enough away that I could barely reach to suck his cock while still fucking the first guy. He wasn’t wearing a condom but I was so horny that I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me. I could feel an orgasm getting closer and wanted that big dick inside me when I had it so I was about to switch when I felt the first guy tense up and his dick throbbing as he held deep inside me and I pushed hard back against him as he came. He pulled out and then dropped the condom through the hole by my feet. I was now able to start really focusing on sucking the huge dick in front of me and going down as far as I could (only halfway). I got on my knees and used both hands to wring his dick as I choked down as much as I could.

He was rock hard and I could taste pre cum so I turned around and slowly took him in until my pussy was stretched wide to the edges of the new glory hole. I looked down in front of me and saw that the used condom on the floor had the end entirely torn open and there was no cum to be found. There was no way to know if it had just ripped from the hard fucking or if he had done it on purpose, but that didn’t really matter at this point because he had already just pumped a full load of cum deep into my pussy that was now being slammed into by the biggest dick I had ever had. My clit was swollen so big that I could feel it flick the edge of the glory hole every time I thrust against him. It was the best sex I had ever had and I didn’t make it more than a minute before I started cumming and then felt his cum pumping into me as my pussy gripped around him and milked his dick for what felt like 30 seconds.

After that I started ordering my groceries for pickup so I could have a reason to be gone for a while and spend the hour or so when my husband thought I was shopping at the gloryhole. It would get a lot busier in the evening hours and I became a regular as it helped fill the void left after I quit the dating apps. By my third time going I started just leaving the door unlocked so the guys could take turns coming into the booth with me so we didn’t have to fuck through the wall. I was able to fuck the big dick guy again this way which was great because he could go even deeper without the wall in the way. Eventually the novelty and excitement wore off and I started putting up classifieds to meet strangers. That’s when I had the experience that made me rethink what I wanted and how far I would be willing to go.

My husband was out of town for the weekend so I arranged to meet up at a motel with a stranger for a gangbang. I paid for the room and waited for him to arrive. He had brought a bottle of wine and a small bag. I had a glass of wine and then undressed and we started to make out on the bed. He handcuffed me to the bed, put a ball gag in my mouth, tied my legs spread and then he used my face ID to unlock my phone and check my messages. He then pulled out a very large box of condoms and put it on the nightstand.

The room started spinning and my vision blurred and I realized he must have put something in my drink. That's when he finally told me what he had planned for me. He said that since I was such a whore and had given him permission to use me however he wanted and that I wanted to fuck a bunch of guys, what he wanted to use me for was to make some money. He had me watch as he sat on the bed beside me and used my phone to create a profile in my name on an escort website. He added my phone number and then took a picture of my drivers license and uploaded it to the verify account section to make my profile “ID verified” so potential customers would know I was a real escort. He then used some sexy pictures from my “hidden” album and created an ad for me.

I could barely keep my eyes open as he began to explain how the night would go. He told me that I was now a prostitute and he would be pimping me out for the next 18 hours (until checkout the next day) and that as long as I played along and didn’t resist that he would make sure I didn’t get harmed and he would release me (so he wouldn’t have to worry about a missing persons search). If at any point I said no or tried to escape he would make sure that I would awaken to find that all my belongings had been abandoned at the motel and that my ankle was chained to a metal bed in some unknown location where I would live out the rest of my life as a sex slave in his brothel. He could tell I looked ill and pulled up the trash can and lowered my gag just in time for me to throw up into it. My head was spinning and I kept hearing my phone go off. I couldn’t focus on anything as it all moved and shifted around in front of me.

I felt flesh rubbing between my lips and opened my mouth. He slapped me gently and told me to open my eyes and look up at him. He was taking pictures as he fucked my face and wanted to see me clearly. My years of training kicked in and without thinking twice I started slurping and sucking his dick down to his balls. I felt him tense up as his cum started pumping down my throat.
He said “that’s my good little whore, are you ready for more?” I replied “yes”. He undid my handcuffs and stepped to the side. There were 3 other men already in the room stroking their cocks as they stood next to the table which now had a small pile of cash on it. My pimp handed them all condoms and they proceeded to fuck me. For the next 18 hours a steady stream of men came one after another until it became nothing more than a blur of different faces grunting as they hovered over me as I passed in and out of consciousness. I was so out of it that as checkout time the next day neared I couldn't even remember how I had gotten there or how long it had been going on. I was convinced that I had been abducted into sex trafficking somehow that I couldn’t remember and that this was my life now.

In the end the stranger got me dressed, helped me out to my car and then disappeared. I sat there for a while trying to piece together what had happened. Had it been a dream? No. My jaw, pussy and asshole all ached. I couldn't remember what the stranger looked like and could only visualize flashes of different faces. I could run into any of those men again and wouldn't even be able to recognize them.

I searched my pockets for clues. I had my wallet which was good but everything was out of order, my drivers license was in the main pocket instead of it's slot. He had looked through it. I had to decide if I wanted to report it, try to find out who the guy was through his email... The email! I pulled out my phone and checked for his email. There was a new email from him with the subject "shhh". I opened it. There was no text, just a picture of my license and a picture of the front of my house that looked as though it had been taken that morning.

Below that were dozens of pictures of me fucking different men. There were pictures of me sucking one guys dick while a second fucked me from behind. Then at the bottom I saw the worst part. There were pictures of me spread eagle holding my drivers license as well as pictures of me sucking a dick with no condom on it (must have been the strangers) while he held up my license.
Just then I received a new text message from an unknown number... It just asked where and how much. Shit. The escort ad must still be up. Luckily when I opened my browser it was still on the site signed in (it said it had already been viewed over 500 times) so I switched the ad to private. I looked through my text messages and found dozens since the last night all of which "I" had replied to with the hotel and room number as well as "$100". He had made over $2000 in one night.

I couldn't call the police and risk being all over the news... or even worse, they probably would arrest me for prostitution. Other than my word (which wasn't worth much since I had drugs in my system and couldn't remember what happened) all the evidence pointed to me having done it all on my own. I had booked and payed for the motel room, “I” had set up the escort ad from my phone (which was verified with my ID and had naked pictures), I had sex with dozens of men in one night without resisting and as far as they knew I appeared to be a real prostitute. Even in the pictures I looked like a willing participant. He had won. He had got me. I just had to thank god they all wore condoms (I hope), take it as a learning experience, and move on with my life. I continued to get messages from the men that already had my number for the next several weeks asking for another appointment but they slowed and eventually stopped.

A few weeks later my husband was going out of town again and I debated what I wanted to do while he was gone. I still have the phone numbers from all the men that saw me that night and the login info for the escort site was saved in my phone. What the hell was I going to do? If I put my escort ad back up and went to the motel again, I would be going there knowing that I was going to charge dozens of men for sex. There would be no going back. If I went through with it, it would mean that I actually really was a hooker. I started to feel nauseous as I contemplated what my options were and what I should do. I didn’t need the money and didn’t want to risk being arrested.

That’s when it came to me. I booked the room and changed my escort ad to have better pictures and remove any mention of price and then reposted it. As I waited in the motel room and the messages started rolling in, I replied with the motel, room number, and “no fee”. This time I was completely sober and set up a camera to record the nights activities. I had sex with 17 strangers that night and it was great (actually 2 of them were repeat customers but I didn’t recognise them). I have done this several times now whenever I get the chance and it’s great because I don’t have to chat like on the dating apps… Just set up the appointments and show up.

I had picked the motel out of convenience but now wish I had chosen a hotel in a different part of town or even better... a completely different town all together because since then every once in a while when I'm at the store or a restaurant with my husband I will recognise guys looking at me that I have been with.