I Am a Prostitute
I grew up with a mother who was very open minded and uninhibited when it came to sexual matters. Thus, I had no inhibitions and could explore my budding curiosity. I had sex for the first time shortly before my 13th birthday with an older (17) boy from school. He was strong and aggressive and took me before I could even think of stopping him (though I really didn't want to). I came the very first time I had sex and after much experimentation with ************ learned a lot about how to make my body respond. I almost always ****** from intercourse, even if I have to do the work to get myself off.
When I was 14 I came in contact with an older girl (Crystal), who rumor had it was working the streets. She was 18 at the time. I found her and her lifestyle to be immensely fascinating We got to be friends and talked a lot. Naturally, I asked many questions about what she did. She was easy to talk to, friendly, and stunned me one day by suggesting I ought to try hooking myself; that she thought I'd be very good at it. That made me feel very adult and flattered me to no end.
One saturday afternoon (I had just turned 15 by this time), I agreed to meet her boyfriend, who, not surprisingly, was also her pimp. We talked for awhile, and then they both suggested I get dressed to work and go out with Crystal that night; she would help mentor me. I was nervous as hell, but also very excited, and agreed. Crystal helped me shave my ***** and started to round up some clothes for me to wear. She picked out a black leather miniskirt with a tight red halter top, a black garter belt and thong, and a pair of stockings, suntan shade, with elastic tops, which we nonetheless hooked to the garters. Shoes were a problem at first, as Crystal's size 8's didn't fit my size 6 feet. Finally, she came back with a pair of black leather pumps with a 4 inch heel that, I found out later, belonged to another one of her boyfriend's "girls". To help calm me down and get me in the right mood, they gave me a tab of ecstasy, which soon had me feeling very amorous.
At about 8:30 PM, I hopped into the back seat of her boyfriend's SUV and we headed for the area off Orange Blossom Trail, in Orlando, where Crystal worked. It's a mixed neighborhood, lots of commercial and residential areas, with a small number of tourists to go along with the local crowd; a very active area for hookers. He dropped Crystal and me off on a side street, and I followed her lead over to her perch on the main boulevard, my heart racing like mad, but my body flooded with excitement and arousal. She told me I could watch her with her first trick. We didn't have to wait long. An older man...maybe 45 or 50...pulled over and Crystal asked if I could join her to which he totally agreed. She helped get him in the mood (and me, too) by eating me in front of him while I fingered her back. Then she sucked him for awhile before finishing him off with a ****. I was wetter than I'd ever been in my life at that point.
Once back on the street, we waited another 10 minutes before another car pulled up. She glanced at the young guy (maybe 30) driving, and told me it was my turn! With my heart pounding, I went to the passenger window, leaned in, said "Hi" and asked him if he needed a girl. That seemed to work, and I was soon seated beside him heading for a deserted side street maybe a mile away where he parked. I quickly realized he was even more nervous than me, and my butterflies subsided. I was soon sucking his beautiful ****. It was obvious he wasn't going to last long, so I stopped and rolled a condom on him, and hopped on it. I had never been more sexually aroused in my life. However, he didn't last a minute and I sighed with disappointment when he finished before I was fully satisfied. However, I remembered Crystal telling me this job was all about satisfying the guys, and getting them off. She said I'd have plenty of chances in a typical night to *** if i wanted.
When my trick drove me back to our area, I momentarily panicked to see no sign of Crystal. Then I realized she was probably off doing her business. I was all alone on the street. But I didn't have to wait long. Not more than 5 minutes passed before a well built black man about 30 pulled up beside me. By the time we were done, I had *** twice on his ****, and realized I was really going to like joining the world's oldest profession.
When I was 14 I came in contact with an older girl (Crystal), who rumor had it was working the streets. She was 18 at the time. I found her and her lifestyle to be immensely fascinating We got to be friends and talked a lot. Naturally, I asked many questions about what she did. She was easy to talk to, friendly, and stunned me one day by suggesting I ought to try hooking myself; that she thought I'd be very good at it. That made me feel very adult and flattered me to no end.
One saturday afternoon (I had just turned 15 by this time), I agreed to meet her boyfriend, who, not surprisingly, was also her pimp. We talked for awhile, and then they both suggested I get dressed to work and go out with Crystal that night; she would help mentor me. I was nervous as hell, but also very excited, and agreed. Crystal helped me shave my ***** and started to round up some clothes for me to wear. She picked out a black leather miniskirt with a tight red halter top, a black garter belt and thong, and a pair of stockings, suntan shade, with elastic tops, which we nonetheless hooked to the garters. Shoes were a problem at first, as Crystal's size 8's didn't fit my size 6 feet. Finally, she came back with a pair of black leather pumps with a 4 inch heel that, I found out later, belonged to another one of her boyfriend's "girls". To help calm me down and get me in the right mood, they gave me a tab of ecstasy, which soon had me feeling very amorous.
At about 8:30 PM, I hopped into the back seat of her boyfriend's SUV and we headed for the area off Orange Blossom Trail, in Orlando, where Crystal worked. It's a mixed neighborhood, lots of commercial and residential areas, with a small number of tourists to go along with the local crowd; a very active area for hookers. He dropped Crystal and me off on a side street, and I followed her lead over to her perch on the main boulevard, my heart racing like mad, but my body flooded with excitement and arousal. She told me I could watch her with her first trick. We didn't have to wait long. An older man...maybe 45 or 50...pulled over and Crystal asked if I could join her to which he totally agreed. She helped get him in the mood (and me, too) by eating me in front of him while I fingered her back. Then she sucked him for awhile before finishing him off with a ****. I was wetter than I'd ever been in my life at that point.
Once back on the street, we waited another 10 minutes before another car pulled up. She glanced at the young guy (maybe 30) driving, and told me it was my turn! With my heart pounding, I went to the passenger window, leaned in, said "Hi" and asked him if he needed a girl. That seemed to work, and I was soon seated beside him heading for a deserted side street maybe a mile away where he parked. I quickly realized he was even more nervous than me, and my butterflies subsided. I was soon sucking his beautiful ****. It was obvious he wasn't going to last long, so I stopped and rolled a condom on him, and hopped on it. I had never been more sexually aroused in my life. However, he didn't last a minute and I sighed with disappointment when he finished before I was fully satisfied. However, I remembered Crystal telling me this job was all about satisfying the guys, and getting them off. She said I'd have plenty of chances in a typical night to *** if i wanted.
When my trick drove me back to our area, I momentarily panicked to see no sign of Crystal. Then I realized she was probably off doing her business. I was all alone on the street. But I didn't have to wait long. Not more than 5 minutes passed before a well built black man about 30 pulled up beside me. By the time we were done, I had *** twice on his ****, and realized I was really going to like joining the world's oldest profession.