On the game

A true story of being drawn into the sleazy world of prostitution.

This is a true story. Word for word I write no lies. I was 26 at the time. Looking back it makes me feel cheap and disgusting, This story is how I became a prostitute for a short while until I escaped from that world. I was at a point in my life where I felt bored, I was looking for something to set my pulse racing. It was stupid really, potentially very risky, but it hit the button at the time.

I used to visit a few forums and social media sites. I still do I guess, or you wouldn't be reading this. But I went through a stage in my life where nothing seemed to be of any excitement. One such site was a sex forum. It was people from many walks of life who were there to try and hit it off with each other.
As a woman it was easy. Men would just chase you. I would log on and there would be dozens of mails from men trying to chat me up. Some were weird, some you wouldn't touch with a barge pole, but just occasionally there was someone or something that grabbed your attention.
I was just searching through the profiles one day when I stumbled upon a profile from an Asian guy. He lived in the UK like I do, and he wasn't that far away. About 15 miles as it happened. His profile wasn't anything spectacular, just an Asian guy aged 27 who was looking for a woman or women, no mention of anything dramatic, no real kinks, no mention of seeking any specific ethnic origin, just pretty ordinary really.
I was single as I still am, and the most stupid thought went through my head. I wondered what it would be like sleeping with an Asian.
I was a few years older than him, but still within his proposed age bracket, so I messaged him. A few hours later he messaged back.
His name was Saad. He was of Pakistani origin and lived on the outskirts of Bradford, UK. He was no different to any other male on the forum, he asked the usual questions. "What did I like, what was I looking for" the usual stuff. I sort of got swept along with the idea, and his idea was obviously sex. I told him where I lived and that I had gone to a mainly Asian school, which was true, where the percentage of Asians to whites was about 70% to 30% in favour of the Asian community. This seemed to reassure him that I wasn't just some mad woman taking the piss. I told him I had never slept with an Asian man, but the idea was in my head.
For a few days we were back and forth with messages and inevitably he asked me to phone him. So I did. I was as nervous as hell, I admit it, but I rang and we spoke on the phone. He came out with the expected bullshit of how he preferred white females. I thought, yeah right, it's just patter to get into my knickers, but I went along with it. He asked me what I thought of Asian men.
Now to be honest, I didn't drool over Asian men. I mean you get into a taxi driven by one and I can't say I ever thought of sleeping with them, but this bloody stupid little seed of an idea wouldn't die away, and my curiosity was growing. I felt dirty thinking about it, and that just made me more inquisitive. This might sound utterly stupid, and it does to me, but I was getting turned on by the idea of sleeping with someone who I didn't, wouldn't, or shouldn't fancy. I couldn't drop the idea.

Me and Saad, spoke on the phone on and off for a few weeks. Our chats were getting ever more filthy and suggestive. Eventually he dropped a bombshell question. He asked, "Do I ever think about being shared" I asked what 'shared' meant, but I suspected I knew. It was his term for sleeping with more than one Asian man. That set me off into a sexual frenzy. I thought, "Fuck it, that's a red hot idea" In reality it was a pretty dumb idea, but I was on a different planet by then.

So to cut a long story a little shorter. I agreed to the idea. Saad had three mates of various ages who according to him would be more than happy for me to be the centre piece of an orgy involving Pakistani men. I didn't even know who these three were, never mind what they looked like, how old, or anything else. It was mad, I was mad, but I was determined to go through with this barmy idea.
I met Saad one Saturday night at a bar. I knew what he looked like from the pictures I had. I mean I have never fancied Asian men, but to be fair, Saad was clean, well spoken, and quite polite. That ticked a few boxes at least.
His plan was for us to go to a vacant flat in Bradford where the other Asian men would join us for the night. The flat was owned by one of them and it was still looking for a tenant. He asked me if I was on birth control which I was, but I took that to mean non of them were planning on using condoms. I was a little concerned at that, but I wasn't going to make it an issue.

Saad picked me up in his car and we headed off towards Bradford. I decided to wear a short thigh length skirt, a thong, a low cut top, and bra. I was acting like a slut, so I dressed like one. We arrived at this flat down a back street of Bradford and Saad led me inside, jabbering away in Urdu were three other Asian men. My legs were like jelly, I had no idea how to act or what to say.

Hassan was about 50. He had a short beard and jet black hair. He looked rough and very unattractive in every way. Being honest non of them were attractive to me, but I wasn't there for that. I was a bit taken aback by his age. I never expected them to be much older than Saad.

Aryan was a little younger than Hassan. I would say 45. He was balding quite a bit and again totally unattractive to me.

Sameer made up the four, he was about 35 but looked a bit younger. He seemed slightly more westernised than the others. His English was very good like Saad's.

Saad introduced me. "This is Izzy" he said, I sat on the settee with Hassan and Aryan either side of me. They all knew why I was there and Hassan wasted no time. He began to kiss me on the lips and I felt his hand go between my legs.

"You want some Paki cock baby" he whispered before kissing me again.

"Umm, yes" I heard myself reply.

His hand was straight up my skirt as Aryan began to fondle my boobs through my top. Sameer joined in and was also forcing his hand up my skirt. Saad meanwhile had left, I wondered why and what was going on.

"Get her on the bed, I'm going to fuck her" Hassan told them.

I was taken into the bedroom. In the room was a single bed all by itself. It had a metal frame that looked like a hospital bed from the 80s. The mattress looked like it had seen some action also. It occurred to me that this little midden was probably set up with the idea of taking women and girls there for this reason only. I began to undress and Hassan took his trousers and underpants off. As soon as I was naked, Aryan told me to get on the bed and open my legs. I did as I was asked and Hassan got on top of me. There was no foreplay.
I thought to myself, "this is your stupid little game coming to life" and suddenly I felt a bit repulsed by what I had done as this very unattractive fifty year old Pakistani man began to put the head of his cock against my entrance. I turned my head to look at the wall and away from him as he rested his body on top of mine and began to slide his dick inside. I felt the usual pressure inside my vagina as it opened and stretched, welcoming Hassan's thick brown circumcised Asian cock inside.

"Is this what you have been dreaming of baby" he asked as we began to fuck. The other men stood around and watched as Hassan screwed me. The bed and mattress were squeaking from the movement. He put his hand on my cheek and moved my head so I was facing him. I looked at his ugliness and felt dirty for agreeing to this. He kissed me on the lips which made me feel worse before telling me I was a good girl. Hassan fucked me until I knew he was about to cum. I could feel him harden as his pace quickened and then the all too familiar twitching cock as the semen was ejaculated.

I was handed a box of tissues and told to wipe myself between the legs. I did as I was told and Aryan was the next to get on top. It was the same routine, no foreplay, no interest in my needs or feelings, just fuck until he also climaxed.

Next it was Sameer's turn. Once again I was told to wipe Aryan's semen from my vagina and Sameer did the same to me. The other two stood around watching and encouraging him on. Once he had finished I thought at least it's over. But it wasn't. I had just put my panties back on when Hassan came back into the room and told me to get them off, get back on the bed, and spread my legs wide once more. I did as I was told and he entered me again, but this time his urgency to climax wasn't there. He gently fucked me and as he did began talking to me. I couldn't believe what he said.
He asked me if I had thought about prostitution. If I wanted to be put on the game. I was horrified and told him "No" but he continued with the line. "Paki and Bangladeshi men will pay lots of money to fuck you on this bed " he told me. "If you let me put you on the game I can guarantee ten men a night" I felt utter revulsion, my stupid game had backfired and I felt cheap. Hassan just wouldn't take 'No' for an answer.

"Come on baby, let's get you earning some money for doing this" he demanded.

"I don't want to" I pleaded.

"Your pussy is worth £40 a cock. £30 for you and £10 for me, That's £200 a night for laying on your back and being fucked. I'll get the men in, what do you say?"

I didn't reply, but he persisted.

"Come on love, you have let us have you, why not earn some serious money letting other Paki's fuck you. It's what you are good at"

I had been fucked by three men. It crossed my mind that I could have earned £90 for that, and that was like two days wages in the mundane low paid job I was in. Hassan could see I was thinking things through.

"You don't have to go on the streets he told me. This bed can be your gold mine. Ten men, that's £300 a night, a couple of nights a week, that could be £600 for opening your legs. Pakistani and Bangladeshi men will pay good money to fuck a white girl"

Hassan didn't climax. His mind was on making me bend to his will, He withdrew from me and sat on the bed talking. "It's easy baby, he told me, there is no going on the streets, you just come here a couple of nights a week and earn a living on this bed. You are a cute looking girl, I'll put your picture out amongst our community and I promise you that you will be popular.
Looking back now I was being groomed. A grown 26 year old woman being suckered in to the oldest profession on earth. Aryan and Sameer left the flat leaving Hassan to continue wearing me down until I agreed.
He told me that he would always be present in the other room whilst the sex took place, that way I would be safe.

A couple of weeks later and several social meets with Hassan, he put me on the game. I had eight clients the first night and went home £240 richer. It seemed easy money, and I was being drawn into a world of sleaze, a world that operated under the radar. Hassan advertised my name as 'Shehed' which means 'Honey' in Urdu. The men used to call me 'Shehed' not 'Izzy' I learned some Urdu in order to make the men feel special. I would scream 'Galli Thos' as I had sex meaning 'Fuck harder' or 'Ji Haan' meaning 'Yes' I was on the game for over a year. I could write so much about that experience.