I deliver for a newspaper in Florida and one of my customers pays me for sex. It started one night when he met me at the porch door when it was raining and handed me a towel. That sort of broke the ice between us. He would always be there when I brought the paper, and we'd talk and stuff. He's an older guy and lives alone and I knew he was hitting on me but felt it was harmless. Over time he just made the proposition. I was shocked but I needed money, and who was to know???? Its a victimless crime, right???? So now the guy not only gets his paper brought to the door, but he gets sex too.

We do it every Monday because the papers are smaller and I have more time. In the beginning, I was just blowing him, and even though he's older, it turned me on because it was so naughty. I'd get back in my car and drive my route with his money in my purse and the taste of him on my mouth and with my panties soaked through. After a month or two of that he asked me for full intercourse, and I was actually happy to give it to him.

It goes like this. He's my second stop on Monday (sorry for all the rest of my customers getting their papers a little late) and when I get to his house he's always waiting on the porch. Usually he's been masturbating to get ready for me, and he's hard as a rock. We go into his living room where he has a blanket spread out on the floor. He tells me what position he wants, and then we get down on the floor and do it. I admit that I've had more than a few orgasms. After we finish, I wash up in the bathroom and then he pays me. All that remains is to get back in my car and start throwing papers again.

I like prostituting myself more than I like delivering papers. Maybe I should start doing it permanently.