I Am A Whore Part One

I am a whore.

I could sugarcoat what I am a whore by calling myself an escort or an adult companionship or maybe even an entertainer. However when all is said and done, at my end of my work, I have money in my purse and his ball sac has been drained of cum. Not only an I a whore.

I am a very good whore. So the money in my purse is no small sum and he most definitely emptied his full load to the destination of his choice. Most often my mouth and face.

I have built up a lengthy list of regulars.  However as my price has gone up, most of them are calling me less often.  So I regularly find myself out at the bars.

The men at the bars I frequent most can quickly discern that I am a whore.  (In their minds, I am always a whore and not an escort.)  While they may be able to determine that I am a whore, most of them are surprised when they learn that I am a tranny whore.

I use to be nervous about revealing this secret while at the same time knowing it had to be shared before we went to his room.  However over time I came to realize that it was rarely an issue for men.

That may surprise many.  However, by the time a man approaches me in a bar, he has already made up his mind that he wants to fuck me.   He knows it will be an expensive piece of tail.

He knows I have to be very good at what I do to be sitting at the bar of a luxury hotel frequented by businessmen.  He also knows that I am not looking for small talk.

So if a man sits down at the stool next to mine and offers to buy me a drink, his dick is already aching for my ass.

He has already gotten a number in his head that he is willing to pay.   This is not to say that he will not end up paying more.  But as he sits down the only real obstacle he can envision is whether or not I will be asking for too much.

No doubt he has a second visualization  -- a vision of me in my lingerie just moments before I go to my knees to suck on his cock.

It is pointless for me to spend much time with him before I share my little secret.  Now I will say this, some men do walk away.  However, even the men who walk away, do so without full confidence in their mannter that they are making the right decision.  And once they do walk away, some return.  When they do not, someone else will show up soon enough.

There is an old joke about letting 'your little head do all the thinking for your big head.'  When a man sits down beside me prepared to pay in the neighborhood of a $1000 for a piece of my ass, their dick really wants my ass.  That I do not have a pussy is merely a question of where his dick will spend its time.



This was not always the case for me. Quite frankly when I was in high school, which is when I started to whore, and later when I got started whoring as a full-time source of income, men would often change their mind when they found out I was a tranny. However, with time and experience, I began to charge more.

Once I started charging more, I had to step up my game. Once I step up my game both in the bedroom and in hotel lounge, I became more desirable. I guess you could say I became exotic. However, basically it just all gets back to his dick.

His dick wanted me and that he had to fuck a tight asshole over a wet pussy was simply not a deal-breaker. In fact on some occasions, his response was such that when it came time to discuss price, I asked for more.

To be perfectly candid, I suspect that many of the men who came up to me bars and elsewhere somewhat already suspected me of being a tranny.  I believe  that many of the men looking for sex when away from home are looking for what they are not getting at home.  And most of the men who fucked me would share that at home anal was not an option.

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