On the game (5)

My name is Izzy (Isabelle) I was a prostitute in a Northern city of England for a time. My main client base was Asian men,. This is part of my story.

I had moved into the flat I had been using for prostitution out of desperation to avoid homelessness. It wasn't ideal, I wasn't happy with the arrangement, but needs must. Hassan who was my protector as he called himself (pimp) owned the flat. I had made it as homely as I could, but happy? No.

When I had moved into the flat permanently, Hassan had become more controlling, he was stifling actually. "Turning the screw on me" is how I put it. Making me do and act how he saw fit.
But in the weeks or so after, he calmed down. I put it down to him thinking I was becoming rebellious and he was trying to keep the status quo.
I had been told by Hassan that he expected me to indulge in anal sex. Unknown to him it wouldn't be the first time. I had tried it with an old boyfriend some years previous. Not a great success story, can't say it was an amazing experience either, but it held no terror for me.

I suspected when he said it the client or clients must be at the younger end. I had learned a lot about the Asian community in the six or so months I had been on the game. It was clear the majority of the older end just wanted straight sex, with the odd exception who wanted oral sex or both. The fact that I was a white female itself was a driving factor to a degree. There was an undercurrent of fascination and curiosity with fucking a white female. Some made you feel like you were a novelty, but the vast majority were considerate. There also seemed to be a type of class system. I had sex with Asians from outside the area who came into Bradford. I learned from Asians who were from Manchester that they viewed Bradford Asians as inferior. It was a fascinating look into a different world.

I was beginning to work out from both experience and talking to clients that Asian women could be very strict when it came to sex. It seemed to lead to a lot of frustration and a few sought the services of prostitutes as a result. Yet the religious and cultural considerations meant they didn't want them on the streets. There was a lot of hypocrisy.
The younger end were different, you could sense they were never going to follow the teachings of their faith. I found the younger Asian men could be troublesome. Many had no respect for any woman, never mind a prostitute.

I told Hassan any fella who wanted anal sex was going to be paying me considerably more. And they needn't even show up if they objected to using a condom. Hassan found that funny, but he agreed with me. He seemed genuinely surprised I didn't kick and scream at this particular indecent proposal.

"You don't object" he asked.

"Not really" I told him. In my head I was pretty chilled and happy despite Hassan being a demanding controlling twat when I moved in.

I was right, it was a younger guy who wanted anal sex. He was about 22 and Pakistani. What shocked me was that he was recently married and wanted to try it, but dare not ask his new wife. It was an awful act of betrayal on his part to his wife. But quite frankly I didn't give a stuff, She would have probably thought of me as a piece of trash, it wasn't as if I was going to meet her. He wanted it, I was happy with the money, game on.

I didn't get into long conversations with the men before sex, I tended to get the ball rolling straight away by flirting, kissing, or being downright suggestive and talking dirty. The men were the same, they didn't pay money to chat. But this time I felt I had to be a little more cautious. The thing about anal sex is that it is an advantage if you are expecting it. You can make certain preparations to make things that bit smoother. A handy tube of KY Jelly is a must, and if you haven't had anal in a while, a butt plug or vibrator up your arse beforehand can help you get back into the swing of things.
He wanted to strip naked. I always did anyway. He was actually trembling in anticipation. I was curious how thick his cock was for obvious reasons. He was average which was a huge relief. One thing I had learned from sleeping with Pakistani men was that some of them are very well endowed.
He sat on the bed and I rolled the condom over his cock before smearing loads of KY Jelly on him. I never tried to control the sex position usually. I always let the guy decide how we did it. but this time I suggested it with him behind me. There was method to my madness. If you do anal in the spooning position you can control how deep it goes by slightly closing your legs. I felt I needed some control.

I had to give him 10/10 for execution, he was so gentle and listened to my guidance. It does take a bit of getting used to, and intense relaxation to get results with anal sex, but we got there.
It's a weird feeling though. Once he was fully up I rolled onto my front so he could get on top of me from behind and go at his own pace. There is no 'best position' with anal sex, it's whatever suits. He didn't take long either, which was a bonus.
I was pleased I had done it. I didn't want it constantly, but another taboo had been broken.

One question I have been asked is "Did you ever climax?" the answer is "Of course" but not every time. I had to have a high level of stimulation which quite often I couldn't get. But occasionally I could.
Most of the men just wanted to fuck you and get their pleasure out of it. They had no interest in what I was feeling. I understood that, I was providing a service.
A few though did expect me to orgasm. I learned to fake orgasms to Hollywood standard.
"I'm going to fuck you baby and make you scream" or phrases to that effect I heard all the time. So I gave them what they wanted to hear. I was just giving them the illusion they were the best I had ever had, some thought they were. Did I feel cheated by not climaxing? Fuck no. I mean if I didn't give them that illusion they wouldn't come back.

Not to put too fine a point on it. A women's orgasm isn't just physically induced. I was never going to get that level of sexual excitement by being fucked by a man who I had no attraction and no affection for. The only thing that made me excited were bits of paper with the Queens head on it, paper called a £20 note, and lots of them.

Hassan used to make me orgasm though when we fucked. I don't know how he did it because he was as ugly as a bucket of frogs, but he just seemed to hit the spot. Some men are like that I guess. Hassan's cock was slightly bent which just did it for me. It was amazing considering he never really tried to make me cum.

It was around this time that the grooming gang scandals were just starting to really hit the headlines. Now that was an eye opener for my next chapter.