Then he got rough.

In hindsight, I think this is why they invited him- to take their (our?) experience to the next level, and I don’t think they had experience with it- I certainly did not.

I followed him to the master bedroom, where he had me undress him. My owners also followed, and quietly sat on their settee. I instantly knew HE was in charge, not them.
He used his belt to tie my arms behind my back. Then he grabbed my hair, drug me to the bed and pushed me face down, face down, ass up. He spanked me bare handed. Hard. So hard I almost cried. Then for the first time I could see him begin to smile. My body betrayed me, my pussy dripping down my legs like you (or I) wouldn’t believe- definitely not what I was feeling emotionally- because I wanted it to stop. I used one of my safe words- (green- yellow- red)- “YELLOW.” He looked up in irritation. My owner told him that was a safe word, to pause, that I was near my limit. He said he hadn’t agreed to this- she said they have (in a stern voice).

He stopped hitting he, but I could tell he didn’t like her talking to him in that fashion. Just by his anger alone, I was close to saying RED. But I didn’t.

He fucked me, top to bottom, front and back. When he came, he marked me with his cum all over my face. I obediently cleaned my face with my fingers to my mouth, as my owners had required of me earlier, but he wasn’t paying attention- he grabbed his clothes and went in the master bathroom. We could hear the shower. My owners were nice to me while he was gone- brought me a drink, a wet towel. They were gentle.

When he came out, he never looked at me, but spoke politely but coldly to my owners, then he left.

I asked if I could go to my room, and they eagerly agreed- and I cried. I think it was his anger that upset me the most, rather than the pain he inflicted.

The nest day was Sunday- I resumed my role, they resumed theirs. After breakfast they both fucked me, but more like it was that first time- less of a slave-owner vibe.

I didn’t tell them I wouldn’t see their friend again, but I didn’t feel I needed to. It was an established limit that they check with me before inviting someone over.

The next weekend, there was a knock on the door- I looked at my owners- they looked at me. I shouldn’t have answered the door, per our agreement- but I was in a zone, so I did. It was him.

Now I got angry. I looked at him, door wide open, then back at the couple (see? No longer owners, just like that) and calmly said “No.”

I went to my room, got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. I’d like to say I made a dramatic exit, but I slipped out a side door.
The end.

The dynamics changed from me being their guest to me being their slave. I was to arrive on Friday afternoon, go to my guest room, put on my collar, remove my clothes, and stay that way until I left Sunday noon.

It was strange to leave myself at the door like that, and become… that. 100% sex object. To be used, then serve them until they were ready to use me again.

I served their every need- she directed me to cock worship him- suck him, fuck him, and yes, let him take my ass. Especially that. She didn’t allow him that herself, so that was something she really enjoyed watching him do to me. A few times she had me watch them fuck, then I was to lick clean her dripping pussy.

I trusted them to stay within my limits, but ultimately, I put myself in their control. They always considered my needs and desires to make my experience serving them fulfilling; however, it was clear I was theirs, and didn’t question them. So when they said they were inviting a lifelong family friend, and they asked me if I objected, I answered almost without thinking: of course not.

That Saturday night, when the doorbell rang, I answered it, naked, of course. He was tall, mid 50’s, salt and pepper hair, in good shape. He looked me up and down, then ignored me for the next half hour. As if I wasn’t worth him time. He talked to my owners as I served them drinks, then finally asked me what my name was. When I told him, he told me to come closer, next to his chair. Then he fingered me to orgasm. He had me lick his hand clean, then she told me to give him a blowjob, while everyone watched.

(continue?)
(questions? Comments?)

So, last year, I got paid for sex.
There, I said it.
That has been weighing on me ever since.

It all started with meeting this older woman at my Sunday morning yoga class- we hit it off, and hooked up at my place. She invited me over to her beautiful beachside home the next weekend (I knew her husband would be there), and it was obvious they had serious money. Water fountain, garden room, heated bathroom floors... it was a wonderful weekend.

I went back the next weekend, and it got pretty wild. They really pushed my limits, my comfort zone. I hadn't allowed this level of control over me since I was a slave to my ex-boyfriend, and hadn't intended to be put in that position ever again, but it did, and I loved it. And although they both dominated me (it was better than I had ever experienced before- the way it should be)- it was she who was the main Domme- even to him. She was the one giving my instructions, making it clear to me what she wanted.

Anyway, this was the big part: when I got home and opened my overnight bag, there was an envelope on top with a very significant amount of cash.

I immediately texted her about it, taking a surprised/ shocked/ slightly offended tone, and she responded that they hoped this could be a regular weekend appointment, and they appreciated my willingness to "trying new things" (they had no idea about my past as a slave), and that they knew it was costly to take off the weekend.

See, back then, I cleaned houses on the weekends- and it "cost me" quite a bit to even skip one (not to mention pissing off the other two girls I worked with). This was their way for me to continue me coming over to them on those weekends.

But for the next three weekends, I was their slave. I did as I was told. And I got paid. Yes, I know what that makes me.

I tried to rationalize it at the time- like, "even on dates, a guy pays for dinner, movies, sometimes gifts- but that is okay?" and stuff like that. But I knew that's just me trying to rationalize it.

Anyway, I was required to be naked the entire time I was there (except for an apron if I’m cooking), unless there are visitors (there rarely were.) Pleasure them in any way. I wore their collar.

I pretty much said no to nothing, but I did have a few hard limits, which they respected (until they didn't, which is how it ended- more on that later). They respected “red- yellow- green” safe words. I maintained my anonymity to anyone outside them (more for me than them), unless I had agree ahead of time to someone else joining in- (that only occurred once, with my consent, and then the last visit, which easn't, and ended it all), and no cleaning. I was fucking sick of cleaning other peoples houses.

More in a bit if anyone is interested, so leave a comment below if you are, and ask questions if you have any.
Oh yea- also- tell me if what I did makes me a prostitute.

When I was 18, I got caught shoplifting a blouse at the mall.

The rent-a-cop took me to his office, said he would only release me to my parents or the police.

I called the only non-family member I knew that would help me that had a car instead, a friend of my brother, a nerdy guy that was always hanging around.

He told the fat rentacop he was my older brother, and our parents were out of the country.

The rentacop smelled a lie, and said the "bail" was $500, which got negotiated down to $125, which Ken paid. (He was known to deal weed).

Then he said he wouldn't tell anyone or ask for him money back if I fucked him- I said "go to hell, no, go ahead and tell."

After some back and forth, we finally agreed to three blowjobs. I had never done it, but had seen it in porn and a friend and I had played with peeled bananas with a condom on it...

Right there in the car, he pushed his seat all the way back, pulled off his pants and underwear down in one push and was already breathing hard (but guessing we both were). I had never seen a cock in real life before (though plenty on the internet) and thought it looked huge and angry, and hairy. In retrospect, it was average for a boy his age. He was dripping, and I wiped that away then wiped my hand on his shirt. Then, from practice on the banana, I spit on it (I know, I had just wiped the natural lube (precum) away. Still. He seemed shocked that I spit on his cock. But I decided I didn't want this to last long, so I quickly took him into my mouth and right then and there he came, bent forward so far he pinned my head between him and the stearing wheel (ouch), dick still in my mouth. I pushed him back, swallowing some and coughing out some. Maybe one minutes total.

The next day was #2, behind his house in the garden shed. He was more bold this time- he wanted me to strip (I said no) then to let him feel my tiny tits (which I did). He made a derogatory comment about them that pissed me off, but I didn't say anything. Then he had me get on my knees and to take his pants down, which I found hard to do the buckle. He got impatient and did it himself. I think he had just masturbated, because it wasn't even fully hard yet, and smelled a bit like hand lotion. I stroked it and it soon was up to full staff. Thie night before, I had studied online porn a bit closer and had my hand wrapped around the base to keep from choking. I was chewing gum up until then for more saliva, so no spitting this time- very little precum. He lasted about two minutes this time. He told me to swallow it all, and I did.

A couple of days later (same place) was the third, and was supposed to be the last. So he pushed hard for more. Again, smell (and taste) of hand lotion, semi hard, Wanted me naked, again I refused, but this time I let him feel my pussy. I was dripping wet. He grabbed my pussy too hard, and I pushed him back hard. He backed off, but got his blowjob. He lasted pretty long, maybe 4-5 minutes? I put on more of a show, like I'd seen online- wiped the drips from his cock and sucked my fingers- he like that. I think this where I now have my cum fetish.

The next day he was real nice to me, wanting me to come over. I said no, acted like he was just another annoying boy, but I admit I was tempted. When he offered me weed, I reluctantly agreed- but I said no more jerking off before with hand lotion- he denied it, but I never smelled it again. We got high in his shed, We both got naked except for our shoes and socks. I then sucked him, and this time he fingered me to orgasm.

He became my dealer- got me weed and beer. No fucking or assplay, but almost everything else. This lasted about two more months, then he got busted and his parents sent him somewhere- don't remember where. My family and I moved before he returned.

Guess I violated policy with recollections of an earlier time.
Won't happen again.

So, been gone for a while (18 months?) - I had some stalker issues, had to shut down my online presence.
Being an exhibitionist, I've missed you.
I'm not looking for a hookup- just fun sexy conversation and a safe place to post my photos (it makes me wet to read your sweet comments).
If you are on board with that, send me a message with tacos in the title to show you took the time to actually read this- it will put you at the head of the line!
<kiises and licks>

While on holiday in Kenya and walking through the bush a man comes across an elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The elephant seems distressed so the man approaches very carefully. He gets down on one knee and inspects the bottom of the elephant's foot only to find a large thorn deeply embedded.

As carefully and as gently as he can he removes the thorn and the elephant gingerly puts its foot down. The elephant turns to face the man and with a rather stern look on its face, stares at him. For a good ten minutes the man stands frozen - thinking of nothing else but being trampled.

Eventually the elephant turns and walks away.

For years after, the man often remembers and ponders the events of that day. Years later the man is walking through the zoo with his son. As they approach the elephant enclosure, one of the elephants turns and walks over to where they are standing at the rail. It stares at him and the man can't help wondering if this is the same elephant.

The man climbs tentatively over the railing and makes his way into the enclosure. He walks right up to the elephant and stares back in wonder, as his son proudly watches his brave father.

Suddenly the elephant wraps its trunk around one of the man's legs and swings him wildly back and forth along the railing, instantly killing him.

Probably not the same elephant then.