Sex As A Tool

My desire for all things sex started when I was very young. Many many years later, it is ever present and plays an interesting part of my life.

Kissing, touching, sucking and fucking are a regular event for me. If I cannot get what I want, I offer sex as a way of convincing.

In high school, I made a sport out of making life sexually uncomfortable for other students as well as teachers. In college, I was at this one frat house so much, that they offered me my own room.

My pussy could wield so much power. She could get anything. And she could get me out of any trouble - big or small. I hit another car in a parking lot one time and the entire repair bill (for both cars) was settled by me making a few after hours visits to the local auto repair shop.

As life progressed, I used my pussy for career and pay related advancement. At one job, everyone knew my sales numbers were impossibly high, but nobody understood why or how. When you serve up sex as part of the deal, the person on the other side of the table (male or female) is far more easy to convince to make the purchase.

This leads me to my confession: I once convinced the college baseball coach to find money for my own college costs. In return, I would ensure the team was fully focused on baseball and not trying to find pussy. Well, I was the pussy for all of them, on call and ready at the drop of a phone call. I did this for two years and I graduated with no student loans. And yes, the pervy head coach got my pussy too. One of these phone calls was a full team gang bang. I am still a mainstay around the baseball team, even though I am out of school. The coach and the athletic director still fuck me and I offer my pussy wherever it is needed.

About a month ago, my sisters best friend (the baseball coach’s sister) found out about my use of sex to get the things I want and need. I would normally just offer something sexual and the issue would go away, but this girl was being difficult. She thought she had the power and she wanted more. After much internal debate, I decided to just tell my family about the last 15 years of my life. My father was speechless, my mother was not surprised (she later said she was the same way) and my sister said she knew all along. My sister even told me that she rode my coattails on many occasions ‘because she was Kayley’s sister’.

To this day, my pussy can get anything it wants. I know it may not be good karma, but the world stops for nobody. At least I have my own mechanism to keep it spinning in my favor.