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Reading Chapters 1 and 2 first will add to your enjoyment of Jane’s journey.
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Before I share the rest of the story about my time with the black brothers, I want to share some background with you. I was raised to be an obedient girl by my parents; I did well in school because if I didn’t I would be disciplined by my father. He never beat me or anything like that, but he was harsh and often belittled me if I didn’t live up to his strict standards.
It was my mother who convinced him to pay for me to become an RMT. He wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer or an investment banker. My career choice was, to him, a major disappointment It took my mother about a year, during which I suffered from depression, to get him to pony up, albeit begrudgingly and with a good degree of emotional payback. When he told me he was going to pay my tuition, he began by saying how utterly disappointed he was and how ashamed he was that I was nothing more than an average girl.
I was not allowed to date while I lived with my parents and what boyfriends I was able to have on the sly were really nothing more than users. They had me over to fuck them. One fellow, the son of city councillor, would just have me show up and suck him off, drink his cum, and leave. I am not sure why I kept seeing guys like this – perhaps I was trying to get back at my father, I don’t know. It was complicated because I love sex, love sucking cock, love it all, but the context was never all that healthy I guess I figured something was wrong with me.
I sensed some of this changing given my recent foray into sex work. While many would think it is humiliating and degrading to fuck and suck for money, I felt differently. Why not get paid good money to do what I enjoy doing? That was my attitude now. I didn’t feel like a sex object or a whore, though technically I was the latter for sure now. I had a power I had never had before. Men wanted me and were willing to pay good money to get me. I know. They came to see me to use me for their sexual gratification and more times than not couldn’t care less about who I was as a person, but I didn’t care, at least not yet.
Besides, many of them gave me orgasms. I never faked with clients, and to be honest, the pleasure I felt was heightened by the pay day they were providing.
Oddly enough I was thinking about all of this while being slam fucked in my ass by one BBC and choke sucking another one’s huge cock. I knew what the score was. To them and Carter I was little more than a pair of tits and three holes for them to use. I was getting rough treatment now and it hurt and felt good all at once. Carter was taking pictures and many of them included my face. I was worried a bit about that, but now was not the time to talk about it.
When I had crawled onto the bed, I could tell there was a plastic sheet underneath the cotton one. I just assumed it was to stop all the oil and cum and pussy juice from staining the mattress. It was ten minutes in with the brothers when I realized there was another reason. At one point the cock deep in my ass stopped thrusting as did the cock in my mouth. It was awkward to say the least for a few moments until I felt something warm in my ass, something warm and wet streaming into my bowels, which of course was piss and shortly after that I felt another stream in my mouth.
“That’s it, baby,” Carter whispered. “Be a good little piss whore for my black friends.”
I gagged a lot on the piss in my mouth, but I swallowed as much as I could, and I could feel the liquid dripping out of my ass, though when he pulled out of my ass, that’s when it all came gushing out.
“So, hot,” the man said. “What a girl!”
All three men were standing by the bed, the black brothers on each side, and Carter at the foot of the bed. Carter told me to get on the floor and I did. That’s when all three stood in front of me and stroked their cum all over my face. I tried to suck them and touch them, but they wouldn’t let me. My only task was to lift my face up and open my mouth and take their cum.
Cum shot all over my face and in my hair and dripped down to my breasts. I had it in my mouth but didn’t know if I should swallow, so I didn’t until Carter finally ordered me to – that was after he took another bunch of photos. I thought they might give me a cloth to wipe myself with, but they didn’t.
I lost track of time, but my guess is I was used for another 90 minutes or so. I was fucked again, sucked everyone’s cock, took more cum and had to bear several spankings and one used a flogger on me for a while, which I enjoyed quite a bit – very sensual. I had to masturbate for them while they videotaped me. I used toys in my ass and pussy at the same time and at the very end, Carter sucked my pussy and ordered me to piss in his mouth, which I did.
I did everything they wanted. I had numerous orgasms. I wowed them and felt proud about that even though I wasn’t crazy about all they did to me. I could have said “no” but I didn’t. This was now my job and like all jobs mine included tasks I disliked. Eventually Kadıköy Sınırsız Escort all the men wiped me with wet, warm, soft cloths and spoke tenderly to me.
After I dressed, I counted the money Carter had laid out on the coffee table. I counted out $5,000 for less than three hours work. I looked at Carter.
“You earned every penny,” he said, smiling. Then he added, “My driver will take you home.”
And that was it. No talk about, let’s do this again. They likely knew I would; so why mention it? I got into Carter’s limo and had nearly dozed off by the time it pulled up at my apartment.
I was exhausted and sore and mentally drained. I didn’t even shower before going straight to bed. It was only 6 pm but I was spent. I didn’t wake up for 12 hours. Amazingly when I did, my pussy was soaked. I masturbated and orgasmed two times before dragging my ass to the kitchen, where I made coffee and toast.
I looked at my schedule. I had four clients booked and another three trying to make an appointment for today. I had taken in nearly 15 grand in a week, had countless orgasms, and drank the cum of at least a dozen men. I needed a day off. I texted my appointments and cancelled with the promise of a half price session next time and brushed off the three men wanting to use me today. “No openings this week,” I lied.
All three texted back and made appointments for the following week, two repeats, and one new guy. I realized I needed to do a better job of pacing myself or I would burn out. Four clients a day would pay around $2000. That’s 10 grand a week, not including weekend adventures. Fuck, that’s a half million a year if I didn’t take a vacation. I spent the morning sketching out a plan. I set a more modest annual goal of $400,000, chuckling that I saw that a modest. As an RMT who provided no extras, I was lucky to take home $40,000 a year.
In the afternoon I went shopping. For the first time in my life, price was not a problem. I came home around 5 pm with five grand of slut wear and toys, a new iPhone and tablet, and I ordered a 72-inch flat screen. I was feeling good and successful, as well as sexy and powerful. I felt like I had it made.
*** Two Months Later ***
I have learned a lot after two months of providing RMT massage and sexual services. First, I learned a lot about the power of being a slut. I am proud of it and I am learning to accept that. I still get pangs of guilt. A month ago, I was being doggied by an older man and the only image in my head was of my father frowning and saying over and over, “Such a disappointment.”
Even when I told the man to fuck me harder and offered my ass to him, my father’s unhappy face was there, lamenting how I was his wayward daughter. “Fuck this shit,” I muttered.
My client thought I was talking to him and he began pounding my ass harder and harder, eliciting that slap-slap of his belly on my ass cheeks. The room reeked of sex and there he was, my fucking father in my head. Fuck.
I am less affected about my father now. I am now the whore he told me I would be, and I am proud of it. All my men are civilized, and they pay me well. I am so busy now I have a boiler plate text I send to inquiring men, with a “one-hour RMT FULL body massage, $500.
That was my average rate, and having those rates attracted a certain caliber of man. Wealthy men tend to be well educated, professional about the transactional nature of my work, and frankly are gentlemen, except sexually. Most are deliciously kinky, love to suck pussy, and nearly all of them love anal sex. Sure, a smattering of them were jerks, but not in a way that threatened my safety. They were just whiny assholes. Funny thing though, wealthy men either have beautiful big, thick cocks or thin 5-inchers, nothing in-between. I try to schedule the little dicks after the big ones, so my pussy gets an hour to recuperate, but I am not always successful.
Like today. I had three guys in a row where the smallest cock was 8 inches. I am used to fucking a lot now, but even so, a girl’s holes – all of them – get sore and fatigued from all the pounding. My jaw hurts, my pussy feels chaffed, and asshole is swollen and throbbing. It’s hard work. Don’t you forget it.
Each of those guys paid me $600. That soothed the soreness somewhat!
I no longer accept tips. I think tipping is done for service that exceeds expectations, but I always do that anyway. I put everything into pleasing each man. I act like they want me to. I never say no to them. They get it all, for a fee, period. Fuck this tipping business. It would be insulting for me to accept a tip. (That was another thing I learned over the past couple of months).
Fortunately, the fourth man had a useless penis, but sweet Jesus he can suck pussy. I had multiple orgasms with him and all I really did was massage his balls and nibble on the head of his Tiny Tim. When he paid me, he apologized. “I am sorry, I only have $520.00.” I watched him take out all his bills and count them out onto the massage bed.
It was very kinky. He Kadıköy Suriyeli Escort took his time counting out the bills because he wanted to talk dirty. Here’s what it was like:
“Your pussy tastes so sweet…Two-hundred.
“Thank you.”
“I love looking inside it…Three-hundred.”
“I love showing it to you,” I replied with all honesty.
“And fuck I love licking your asshole…Four-hundred.”
“You are very skilled at that,” I chuckled.
“Four-fifty. I wish I could fuck it.”
“You’re much too small,” I huffed.
“Can I… Four-ninety…”
“No, you cannot try.”
He counted out a twenty and then a ten. “I am sorry. You are worth so much more.”
I tip-toed up to whisper in his ear. “Yes, much more and I know you want to taste my golden waters. So be a better pay pig next time.”
He gulped and whispered, “I promise.” And out the door he went, happy as a man with a tiny dick could ever be, a nice, sad, yet orally gifted man who would soon be spending more time with me and more money of course, because I free him to be who he really is. On the next visit he would drink my piss from the fountain and I bet you a hundred, he will drink it all.
I enjoy men like him. He accepts his limitations (worthless dick) and focuses on his talents (mouth skills) and uses his mind to play erotic games. He turned paying me into a hot exchange. I have learned that men with small dicks that rather get hard either don’t have a sex life or they adapt. Those who adapt, especially men over 40, they become oral servants, tend to like a bit of cock and ball abuse like slapping or stretching, and most of them eventually evolve into bottoms, if not submissive, and more than half aspire to drink my piss.
It had not dawned on me when I began being an RMT whore that so many men loved drinking piss and being pissed on. I know there are women who will receive golden showers, but they are a rarity except in porn where women do just about anything. It was odd to hear man slurp and gag on my golden stream and then look at me with his face dripping with urine and utter something like, “Yum,” or “I worship your piss.” One client pays me extra for me to pee in his thermos, so he can take it with him to the office. Apparently, he gets off on sipping urine in the board room.
It’s rather bizarre on the one hand, but then again, what harm is he doing? Why should he be denied his desires and fetishes, if they don’t hurt someone else? Why is all of this seen by so many as immoral, disgusting, or even illegal? Why do women’s right activists look down on me and the men who use me or worse pity me and label me as a victim?
I am not sure why so many men get off on drinking piss. I drink a lot of water to ensure I can perform and the more water I drink, the milder the taste, but still. It’s piss and as good as they say mine tastes, I can’t imagine anyone buying a can of piss from 7-11, if you know what I mean. It’s a submissive, kinky, depraved act on their part to drink it down and I do enjoy the thrill of knowing men are loving it, but it is still a challenge for me to truly understand the entire dynamic of piss drinking.
I will drink it too for a man if he pays the premium. So far only one has come up with the cash. I can’t say I enjoyed it, but I persevered and found what pleasure I could in doing this for him. I never fake pleasure. I always find something I like and focus on that, even if most of what I am doing is a turn off. I don’t do scat play at all; there is no fee that would prompt me to shit in a man’s mouth or receive same in mine. That’s disgusting. (See, I have limits.)
Three months ago, I didn’t think or talk like this. I never thought I would be this way but now that I am, I made a deliberate decision to embrace being a whore and to do that I need to be able to talk about this life and figure out how to make this business the best it can be for me. I do realize of course that many women, if not most, who sell their holes to men, are forced, coerced, have addictions issues, or no other way to make consistent money. Men who take advantage of such women do not interest me; men who traffic women disgust me. Pimps are evil. I get that being a whore is more times than not a travesty.
But there are women who have choices, who are not victims of pimps and traffickers, who are not desperate for money or who will do anything to secure a smidgeon of self-esteem. Women like me who are intentional sluts, who want the power their holes provide, and who understand they are delivering a service to men who cannot get what they need anywhere else.
Depending on the man, I am their therapist, confidante, lover, friend, demanding bitch, sweet school girl, cum slut, sweet girl, and for a few I have agreed to be their mommy. The only role I will not play is that of daughter, for obvious reasons, but I am working on that one. I figure the day I can be a man’s slut daughter will be the day I finally can say fuck off to my father and never have to say that again.
I have given up Kadıköy İranlı Escort my fuck buddies and I no longer date, unless I am compensated. This keeps things simpler. Men who want to date me could not handle what I am doing; they might say they can, but they can’t. Besides, I had no time or energy for emotional connection like that. I was working five or six days a week now, not because I had to in order to pay my bills, but because I wanted to make as much money as I could as quickly as possible so that one day I would not have to work at all. And yes, I loved the sex – at least most the time – and the adulation of wealthy, educated men. The power I felt when a man pulsed his cum into my ass and then handed me a wad of money was intoxicating.
Some men got off on paying me money. One fellow, a partner at a major accounting firm, loved to stay dressed in his business suit and have me kneel and suck his beautiful cock with wads of cash in each of my hands. He would grab my head and slam fuck my mouth, causing me to drool and gag and after he came on my face, he would have me stand and just enjoy the view – me naked, dripping and covered with cum holding on to all the cash he paid me. It was hot for both of us.
It’s nearly 11:00 am and my first client of the day will show up soon. His name is Johnson Johns (such originality from his parents), a forty-something executive, completely bald with the most incredible deep blue eyes. His cock is magnificent – big, always hard, with a perfect, classic head. He is one of my best paying clients and in the top five in terms of kinky. He will stay an hour, maybe 90 minutes, and he never pays me less than an even grand.
Our sessions always begin the same way. He sits in the waiting area until I tell him to enter the room in 5 minutes. That me the time to strip naked and slip on some black stay-ups and high heels and wait for him in my comfortable arm chair. When he enters, I sit up straight with my legs pressed together and my hand covering my breasts. We do not talk while he undresses. Once he is naked, he kneels before me with his wallet in his cupped hands. That is when I lower my hands, sit back and drape my legs over each arm of the chair, exposing my glistening pink pussy inches from his face.
He raises his hands up and I take his wallet.
“Is this mine?”
“Yes, Mistress, please rape my wallet.”
I open it and pull out all the bills and begin counting them while he sniffs my pussy, never touching it. Once I have counted it all, I roll the wad up into the shape of a tube and slowly, my eyes on his, begin sucking it like a cock. “Oh, Johnson,” I whisper. “Your money cock is sooooo big.”
He groans and watches me take it fully in mouth and then close it. I push him away and position myself on the massage table, ass up, face down. Then I spit out his cash and say clearly and in the kindest voice, “Baby it’s time to clean Mommy’s ass.”
He always spends at least 15 minutes licking, kissing, and sucking on my ass hole. He massages it, fingers it while licking my cheeks all over. He does this tenderly and I have to say it is rather relaxing to have a man worship my ass this way. Eventually, I turn over and open my legs. I take his money and begin placing his $100 bills on my body, on my tits, belly, thighs, mound. I cover myself with his money while he watches and then simply say, “Suck your mommy’s pussy.”
I have never been edged like he edges me. Over and over he brings me to the brink of cumming and then stops. Sometimes he looks at me; sometimes he kisses the outer lips of my labia, but after a minute or so, he returns to servicing my clit. Halfway through his pussy worship, he slips two fingers in my asshole once inside he separates them, stretching my hole as much as he can while he increases the suction on my clit. He edges me some more but eventually I explode all over his face, squirting in his mouth and on his face while he keeps sucking me and fingering my ass. I end up squirming and moaning. I try to push his head off but not that hard. I know what he wants. He keeps sucking me until my cunt releases a thick stream of ivory white cream. He is one of the few men who can get me to cream like that. He begins slurping it up and now both of us are moaning.
All of this takes up about half our session time and this part is always the same, but afterward it’s different every time. One day he will watch me do a DP toy show. Another day he will do ass to mouth with my strap on. Every third visit he drinks my piss, but never the same way. He loves drinking directly from my pussy, but he also will lap it up from a bowl I set on the floor. Sometimes he drinks my piss from a wine glass or holds funnel in his mouth while I relief myself into it.
Whatever it is we do during the second half always ends the same way. He fucks my ass hard, almost as if he is in a frenzy. I reach underneath and hold on to his balls while he slam fucks me and most of the time I orgasm this way, too. This is when things get kinky. After he cums, he ties the condom’s open end into a knot and places it in a sealable plastic bag and then places that in a 6 x 9-inch envelope. Then he writes on the envelope, “Anal Cum in Mommy” and the date. He keeps all the cum from our sessions in a file cabinet in his home office and he made a point of telling me, he was reserving the entire drawer for me.
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