An Excerpt From Ecowhore’s Whore Diaries

by Ecowhore on January 17, 2013 · 1 comment

in Fetish, Prostitution

WhoreDiariesTits and Sass contributor and wilderness expert Tara Burns has published an Amazon Single about her first two weeks as an escort in Alaska, and it’s free at Amazon.com today and tomorrow. She’s allowed us to publish this excerpt from her memoir. There are a lot of sex worker blogs out there, but Tara’s experiences are definitely unique. The first time I ever met her, she picked me up at the Kenai airport and let me live on her converted schoolbus for a week while we worked at a crazy rural titty bar with linoleum stages, plastic lawn chairs, and dogs running around in the club. That was probably a pretty dull place for her. Enjoy this excerpt and check out her book. Tara also says to our readers “They could write a Kindle book, too! It’s awesome passive income. Get our voices out there!” 

—Bubbles

I look at the camera he brought. It’s one of those old fashioned ones with a spot for a little tape. There is no tape in it, and he swears it’s not recording anything and he can’t get off without it. I don’t see any place for a little digital card or anything. He says that he used to have baby monitors, which the whores weren’t afraid of since they never record, but one day he got pulled over driving, and the floor on the passenger side was filled to overflowing with porn and baby monitors, so the cops thought he was a pedophile. They took him down to the station for questioning and he explained to them that he was not at all interested in children. Just that the only way he can get off is to watch prostitutes’ feet through a camera screen, leaning over to sniff them sometimes. The prostitutes didn’t let him use digital cameras or anything cause they didn’t want to be recorded. The police advised him to ditch the baby monitor and get an old camcorder like this with no tape. They were mean to him, too, the female detective kept asking if she had nice feet, and they all laughed at him.

First he rearranges the lamps in the room for optimal lighting, and then we sit on the edge of the bed and he sits on the floor. He points the camera at our feet and tilts the screen up so he can watch it. He sets one of my shoes next to him, and one of Mac’s shoes in his lap, both of which he sniffs deeply. He asks us to lie down and not look, he doesn’t want us seeing him. We would laugh. The poor guy is so embarrassed, and the worst part, I think, is that the whores who laughed at him probably didn’t mean to hurt his feelings. They just misread him as having a humiliation fetish. So we lie back, expecting him to start licking and sucking our feet, like most foot fetish guys. But nothing happens. We look at each other questioningly and whisper, “is he touching you?” “no, is he touching you?”

“I’m just looking,” he says, and in responding I take the opportunity to peek. He is, indeed, looking at our feet in his viewfinder and jacking off. I lie back down and Mac and I make funny faces at each other and try to remember what time we started and what time it might be now. Then he has us stand up, so he can see the muscles in our feet. We stand and point our toes and go up on tiptoe and down and turn and wiggle our toes. He moves the camera back and forth between our feet, gasping at this realization of fantasy.

I think this is when I realize that this is not just a foot fetish and it’s not just a camera fetish. It’s a toxic mimic of a foot fetish, of a real, participatory sexuality where you touch and connect with other human beings. It’s a couple levels removed from actual experience, an obsession that leaves him empty and always wanting more. That’s why these things are so addictive – you think you’re getting what you want, but it’s just a toxic mimic of the real thing. Really, I just want to jump on his cock and look deep in his eyes. I imagine holding him and making eye contact, or at least give him a foot job, but the poor guy would probably jump out of his skin if he had to interact without a camera between us. This is exactly why I want to be a whore, I think. The next time something like this happens I will know the perfect thing to do.

He asks us to lie down on our stomachs this time, with our feet hanging off the bed in front of him, and how long does he have left. Ten minutes, we say, and he says, oh, oh, okay, please don’t laugh at me, I’m sorry I’m like this. So we lie there and once in a while he touches or sniffs a foot, or gives a furtive lick. We are still not looking at him and I wonder how we are going to touch his cock without looking and if he ever has sex.

Finally he chooses me for the hand job by tapping my foot. I sit next to him and he gets excited. This is the best part of the ritual, please don’t laugh. He brings the desk chair and sets it in front of Audra’s feet. He arranges the camera with our shoes propped around it and one of his own socks draped along the side of the screen. This is very important and complex, and he has to readjust the shoes a few times. Then he tells me not to look at him, so I look at the camera with him, and he jacks off, and I put my foot in the frame so that my foot and Audra’s foot can look all sexy together. Foot necking.

“Okay,” he gasps, “tell me to cum.”

“Do you want me to be mean?” I ask. Cause, you know, some guys want that. Cum, you disgusting little worm.

“No, just tell me to cum.”

So I tell him. I tell him in every sexy soft way I can think of. Yeah baby, come all over our feet. You’re so hot I want you to come for me. Come for me right now. I run out of ways to tell him to come and I wish Mac would help out with her genius, but she’s lying on her stomach and doesn’t see my looks. Finally I prop my foot up on the bed and lie back and rub my clit, making those gaspy sex sounds. He looks at me and the camera and me and the camera and me and the camera and me and the camera, and I tell him to come again and he says Oh, yes, he’s coming, I can touch it now. So I wrap my hands around his huge uncut dick and he spurts all over.

“Ack, it’s in my eye!” He jumps up holding his face.

I want to laugh, but I don’t. He says he’s sorry for being like this, and we are amazing, and he wants to come back and see us every day. Maybe tonight if he can get the money.

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Ala January 25, 2013 at 11:25 am

That is a really great story, very well written too.

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