We had a sex shop in our neighbourhood and it just caught my attention as soon as I walked down that street. One day, without any special reason, I sneaked in
When I was a young girl there was no internet yet. There were those porn magazines that you could only buy in sex shops or order through a publisher.
16 years old, blonde, tight ass and a pair of nice tits is my description of what I was like then.
Even then I couldn’t keep my hands off my horny pussy and masturbated and fingered myself at every opportunity I had. I was constantly horny and becoming more and more curious, if you know what I mean.
• Swallowing
We had a sex shop in our neighbourhood and it just caught my attention as soon as I walked down that street. One day, without any special reason, I sneaked in hoping no one had seen me. There I was, in the middle of that sex shop. I looked around and saw things I had never seen before. I immediately felt my pussy squeezing with excitement. A man looked at me and said “and girl, what are you looking for?”. I turned around, looked at him and said, stuttering and a little shyly, “Do you also have artificial penises?” He looked at me with a smile and said “then come along for a moment”. He grabbed a large artificial penis from the rack and said “would you like to try it on too?” I didn’t know what to say right away and shyly nodded YES. The fitting room is there and pointed to a curtain and said “get undressed completely, I’ll be right there.” I was standing stark naked behind the curtain when that man came in. He took off his pants and a huge cock looked at me seductively. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him and said, “Girl, give me a good tug, it’s better than that rubber cock.” After pulling on his big cock for a while, I felt how wet I had already become. He pushed me down and fed his hard cock directly into my mouth. I let him do everything with me because I had no sexual experience at all. He squirted his big cock into my mouth and said “good girl, that was nice and if you want you can come again tomorrow”.
I visited that sex shop for weeks on end and couldn’t get enough of the big cock of that strange guy from the sex shop.
• Proposal
One day he suggested to me if I would like to suck other guys besides just his cock. It paid well, $10 per customer, and as a 16 year old still in school it was more than welcome. So it didn’t stop at that one cock that I sucked. Several guys came to the sex shop to empty their cocks into my mouth. One guy was so rude and said “turn around and bend over”. I immediately did what he asked and before I knew it I had his big cock in my pussy. I liked it so much that I pulled my buttocks apart so he could fuck me deeper. Fucking and blowjobs had become my new hobby that I couldn’t get enough of. Every week I easily earned $80 to $120. There were guys who were nice, but also rude bastards who had no respect for a female body. Pounding, ramming, throat fucking, throat fucking… and above all a lot of cock in my horny ass, I’ve had it all and that for a 16 year old teenage girl.
When I walked through the city I sometimes came across a guy who I regularly sucked off who was strolling through the city with his wife and children. Most of the guys were married, had children and, above all, were neatly dressed. They were not factory workers but decent gentlemen who tipped their hats when they met an equal. One time I walked into a bookstore for a book for school. There is a man standing with his back to me when I ask ‘May I interrupt, I am looking for a book’. He turned around and we were both shocked. The man in front of me nervously walked up to the rack of books I was looking for. I looked at him and said “when will I see you again?”. He looked around nervously and said “tomorrow…tomorrow”. I left the shop without a book.
One day the sex shop suddenly closed and disappeared. I have never heard or seen anything from that man before.
I bumped into several guys who had sucked their cocks or fucked me hard and so I continued to meet them to satisfy my sexual hunger. In that respect I was not short of anything.
• The room
One of those men had arranged a room for which I alone had the key. They could leave messages in an anonymous mailbox ‘when she wanted to come and what time’, more was not necessary. The room had a table, 2 chairs, a sink and a spacious bed. Furthermore, there was little light, which was actually completely unnecessary. I was able to open a small window for some fresh air. I was happy with my practice room and no longer had to suck a cock in a car or between the bushes. The owner of the room only asked for a return service, ‘if you understand what he meant by that’. Unlimited, he added.
My first guy was the owner of the room and many of his friends came to shake their cocks at me. The rate remained the same $10,- fuck or blowjob made It didn’t matter to me. Business was good, and I’d easily earn $180 a week—sometimes even more. Names didn’t matter, and nobody asked for them anyway. That guy from the bookstore still came by twice a week. He’d brought the book I was looking for and gave it to me as a gift. I still have that book on my shelf, along with many memories of that guy from the bookstore.
My parents never found out about the horny hobby I was pursuing, nor did they realize I was making so much extra money as a student. I was terrified I might run into my own father in that little room, there to have his cock sucked dry, but luckily that never happened. If he *had* shown up, I would have done it for free. I never spent the money I made from all that fucking and sucking; I put every cent I earned into a savings account. A bank clerk once looked at me when I was making a deposit and said, “I hear a lot of good things about you.” He kept looking at me and then said, “If you want to move up in the world, just let me know; I can do a lot for you.” He turned around and was gone. For days, I wondered what he meant by “if you want to move up in the world, just let me know; I can do a lot for you.”
Oh well, I stopped thinking about it because business was going well, and I had plenty of regular clients visiting me every week. Sometimes I had to turn men away because it all got a bit too much for me to handle on my own. I found a strange note in my mailbox that read: “I’m coming tomorrow at 3 o’clock; make extra time for me.” I had no idea who the note was from. That day, the bank clerk showed up at my door and said, “For $10, anyone can have you, but my clients pay many times more—and they don’t come to a room like this.” I looked at him, full of questions, and we arranged several meetings so I could hear his full proposal. At first, I thought it was just a fantasy of his, until he set up my first appointment.
A taxi took me to a hotel just outside the city. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, and I walked into room 510 without knocking. A very well-dressed man in his early forties was sitting in an armchair, simply looking at me. My tight red dress, ending just above the knee, revealed the contours of my sexy body. Black high heels and black crotchless tights completed the look. I never wore a bra, and my aroused, hard nipples were clearly visible, pressing against the red dress.
We gazed at each other in silence for a moment until he said, “I’m glad you made time for me.” He stood up, ran his hand over my red dress, and traced the lines of my aroused, well-used body. Looking at me, he said, “I’ve heard a lot about your talents—that’s why you’re here. Undress slowly.” Without a shred of shame, I began to undress slowly while the man tugged at his large cock. I walked over to him and started undressing him; it was quite a turn-on. I had never undressed a man who came to visit me in that room before. He stood naked before me and dropped to his knees; I immediately had his big cock in my mouth and started sucking on his large, rock-hard member. His cock grew harder and harder, and he threw me onto the bed. He pulled me toward him by the legs and immediately rammed his rock-hard cock into my wet pussy. He began thrusting at a furious pace that seemed endless. He pulled his cock out, ejaculated over me, and then thrust his still-hard cock back into my pussy. With a loud roar, he emptied his load deep inside my well-used pussy and kept fucking me for a while longer. I was exhausted from that intense session—one I had actually enjoyed myself for the first time. This wasn’t just some guy paying ten bucks to empty his balls in a dark little room upstairs.
After washing up in the bathroom, I walked back into the room in my high black heels. He was still lying naked on the bed, and I crawled toward him. Not a word was spoken as I began sucking his delicious, large cock. What I remember most is letting him cum down my throat twice. The parting was just like the meeting—silent—and I left the hotel room. A taxi took me home, and only then did I open the envelope he had slipped to me. My eyes went wide as I looked at the money in my hand… $150… I counted it three times just to be sure. The bank clerk arranged three or four appointments for me each week, and every time, there was $150 in that envelope. I kept the little dark room going for a while longer, just to be safe and ensure my income. After a good two months, however, I stopped doing that. I’m 24 now, and I still enjoy fucking and giving blowjobs in hotel rooms. The rates are higher now, and the income gives me security for the future. I don’t know the name of a single guy whose cock I’ve sucked or who’s fucked me in the pussy or ass. I’ve used many names myself—even the names of their own wives or underage daughters—and had to call them “Daddy.”
I’m married to one of those guys now, and we live in a nice neighbourhood on a ridge where I can walk around naked or sunbathe without any issues. He once told me it was up to me if I wanted to earn some extra cash by fucking and sucking. He introduced me to a few of his business associates; I regularly host them in a motel room that costs me nothing—though I do have to suck the manager’s cock every time in exchange.
My husband and I have an agreement regarding how often I’m allowed to let strangers or his business associates use me, and the money is always mine to keep—after all, it’s my pussy or mouth being used. Fucking and sucking remains my hobby, and I still love doing it—four times a week. The other days are for my own man; he just gets turned on when I tell him every detail of what they did to me. The only answer he gives is, “Suck my cock, you horny bitch.” I just laugh and take it as a compliment—nothing more.
I’ve raised my rates, and they’re now $175.
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