Loved My Job

I won't reveal my family background but I've always been something of a loner. I don't where my sex drive comes from but it's been strong for a long time.

When I was in uni money was a problem, and scuba diving was horribly expensive. So I went to a woman doctor and had a coil fitted. She advised against fucking for money, but said I could visit her on a regular basis for check-ups.

I phoned several brothels and settled on a convenient one. Went for an interview. It was pretty simple. The manager agreed to my working a couple of Saturday nights a month, plus a few extra nights or afternoons when the need arose. She didn't seem to care about my hours. If I turned up I could work. My looks or presentation didn't bother her none. I had a pussy for sale and that was enough for her.

I said I could fuck bareback. She shrugged, that could be an attraction for me. Suck their dicks and open your legs. Remember that and you can't go wrong.

I remember my first one. I was a bit nervous. He wasn't that good looking, maybe thirty something, but when he undressed he had a nice body and a thick cock. I held out a condom. You want this? Do I have too ? I said your choice. No.

He only want to fuck. It was nice. I thought he might want to go after he finished. He asked if he could go again. I said yes, you got plenty of time. The second fuck was even nicer. I thought I'm loving this.

I could easily handle half a dozen men in a night, occasionally more. That suited me. I remember the guy who was licking my clit then pushed my legs back so he tongue my arsehole. I squirmed even though I knew I was clean . I wasn't expecting that . Wasn't so bad .

I could suck and swallow. I was annoyed when they cum on my face. Something about that goo hitting me near my eyes. Tits were fine, in fact anywhere but that.

They were the obnoxious types of course. I used to watch the CCTV monitor seeing the clients come in. If I recognized some one I didn't like one of the other women were quick to take my place. My only addiction was the deep blue sea.

I think this was one of the main reasons I loved it. There was no compulsion. All I wanted was a few orgasms and the money.

I watched porn to see if I could improve my techniques. I figured my expertise would outweigh my lack of being beautiful. I think it did. I was always in demand from my regulars.

Some days at lectures I would start dreaming about big cocks and men talking dirty.

I did it for two and a half years. Now I give it away for nothing. But I got what I wanted out of life.