Hi, my names Amanda. Let me tell you about my adventure at a sex resort for rich men. None of my family or friends would ever believe I'd have gone to service strange men for sex. That's except for my best girlfriend Riley, that got me into it.
Let me describe myself. I'm nineteen and recently graduated high school. I live in a small city in a mid-western state. Boys say I'm pretty. I'm petite at 5'2" and my measurements are 34B-23-32. I was a gymnast until I was a freshman in high school but gave it up when I needed to study more to keep my grades up. I really wanted to go to university to become a history teacher. I still do yoga to stay toned and flexible. I have long naturally blonde hair almost down to my bum that I brush a hundred times every night just like mom taught me. I do date but haven't had a steady boyfriend for a while. I just didn't have the time. I'm not a virgin. Last year, I went out with an older guy that was a junior in college. We had sex a few times when he was on summer vacation but we lost touch when he went back to school. We were both kind of new at it.
Back to my BFF, Riley. I couldn't believe what she told me after she got back from trip to the Caribbean. I didn't even know she had gone there. She'd lied and said she was going on vacation with her family. But really, she went down to a sex resort for rich men for two weeks after being hired as a companion for the men who vacation there. We girls tell each other everything. Wow, the stories she told.
Riley is really beautiful but she'd had very little experience with sex, at least before her trip. She was so shy around guys. I couldn't believe she did that. But when she told me she had been paid $15,000, I could see her temptation. To the rich guys down there, money is nothing. She even got tips that totaled almost $10,000. We're both so broke and university tuition is a killer. I had decided not to go to university after I graduated from high school two months ago because it was way too expensive.
Riley told me they asked her to recruit other pretty, young girls to do the same thing. She would even get a $5,000 bonus as a finder's fee. She said there was sex involved but not a huge amount and the resort had strict rules that kept the men on their best behavior. The key rule was 'no means no'. She confessed, that some of the sex was very hot and she learned a lot about how to pleasure a man. There were men of all ages there, many very handsome. The experience was good enough for her that she was going again, this time to a resort in east Asia for oriental men.
Riley didn't pressure me in any way but I decided to go. It was just too much money to pass up. This was my ticket to teacher's college. Nobody would ever know. Riley won't tell.
Riley sent the company a few of my photos, nothing nude but one was a bikini photo. I didn't want some nude pic on the internet. She got a confirmation and a return air ticket to Miami for me arrived. The instruction said to just bring the clothes I was wearing and a passport. They would provide everything. They also told me to not shave my pubic hair. I guess Riley told them I was natural down there. When they said that I got a shot of adrenaline realizing that many men would be seeing me nude. Heck, my doctor and one boyfriend had been the only men to see me naked. I must confess, I masturbated a lot of nights leading up to the trip, thinking about erotic images of me surrendering to virile men for hot sex.
I arrived in Miami and a limo driver with a sign with my name on it flagged me down and drove me to a big hotel. That made me feel so very special. A nice lady from the company led me up to my room and we had a serious talk about what was going to happen and what was expected of me. Above all else, the male clients were all to be treated like kings. Girls can wear clothes or bikinis but if a client wishes they strip, it's a given the girl complies. The girls must accommodate any reasonable sexual request privately or publicly. That sent my heart into my throat. I hadn't envisioned having sex in public. The girls must not play favorites or turn down any man unless he is acting disrespectfully. I was told to not strike up friendships with the other girls. The men were to be my total focus. She said at the end of each day, most men leave generous monetary gifts for girls they've enjoyed being with. She warned me that there were more girls than men so competition for the men's attention would be stiff. It seemed strange to envision girls chasing men for sex.
The woman asked me to strip and felt my breasts to see if the were natural. She had me turn around to check for any flaws. She ordered me to bend over to check my anus and asked if I had anal sex in the past. I said no and she said it was not a requirement but men tipped very well for that, especially with an anal virgin. That was quite a shocker.
I stayed in my room that night and was awakened early with a light breakfast. The lady had left me a summer outfit to wear. it was a tight pair of white shorts and a sleeveless pink tank top. There were no panties or a bra. The outfit was finished with a nice pair of platform white sandals. As I'd been told, I met everyone in the lobby at nine o'clock. There were about thirty beautiful young women. They all seemed so special including all physical types, tall, short, blondes, brunettes, red heads, small breasted and large. The one constant was they were all very young, about my age or a bit older. We got on a luxury bus to the airport and took a private jet to Turks and Cacaos island. I remembered what the company lady said about not making friends with the other girls and kept to myself.
The secluded resort was incredible. It had a private beach and two swimming pools. We girls each had a room in a small hotel that was surrounded by small private cottages for the wealthy patrons. We were told the men would arrive in the late afternoon and there would be a welcoming party in the evening. We were to wear a short, low cut cocktail dress and high heels that were in our room. Mine was a beautiful silver color. It made me feel very pretty. There was no bra but they did provide a pretty silver colored thong panty, I was embarrassed to see my long blonde, pubic hair peeking out the sides.
As the time of the welcome reception for the men grew closer, I paced the room nervously trying to get the nerve to go down to my fate. I must have been too long because a knock came on my door and a voice ordered me to come out. I bit my lip and went.
Evening had fallen. The men, about twenty, were grouped on the patio which had burning torches on poles lighting the area. They had drinks in their hands and were dressed casually but stylishly. I was surprised at how attractive the men were. I had thought that men who came to a sex resort were those that couldn't find good looking partners. But I found that these were mainly rich, successful masculine men who had the means and the libido to take sex holidays in their busy schedules.
We girls were led in a long line to be displayed for the men to see. The girls were all so beautiful and sexy in their nice dresses. Many were poised and confident. Some like me, seemed shy and nervous. The men ate us with their eyes, brazenly looking us over from head to toe. I couldn't look into their eyes. It was too intense. I gazed down at the floor. My instinct was to hold my hands in front of my private areas but I knew that was the wrong thing to do. I'd made my bed and now I must lie in it. So, I grasped my hands behind me and puffed out my chest to make my breasts more attractive. I wanted to be wanted. My college tuition was on the line.
A male announcer introduced all of the girls individually with a short biography of each. Most were either college students or recent high school grads like me. A couple were models and one was training for the summer Olympics. They put the mike to our mouths for us to say a few words. When they came to me, my face burned in a deep blush and I squeaked out something like I was glad to be there. I really can't remember. I was so nervous, and it seemed like such a lame thing to say. Most of the other girls were very well spoken. I feared I had botched it.
The announcer said the festivities had started and the men approached us girls. To my surprise, three men came to me. One was a mature, grey-haired distinguished looking man, another was a young, geeky looking blonde-haired fellow and the other was a darker skinned, Mediterranean man with jet-black hair, strong arms and a thick torso. My guess was that he was Italian.
The older gentleman introduced himself, "Hello my name is Richard. So nice to meet you, Amanda." He shook my hand rather formally. His eyes drilled into my cleavage as he spoke.
The younger man, held back a bit shyly and said, "Hi, I'm Jeff."
The swarthy looking middle-aged man broke into a big smile opened his arms and shouted, "I'm Tony, sweetheart. Amanda, let me give you a big hug, you sweet young thing." He pressed his body to mine. His strong hug took my breath away. He whispered in my ear, "Let me feel those nice sweet buns of yours." Both of his hands kneaded my bottom. "Hmmm, yes. Very sweet." I bit my lip and said nothing.
Over my shoulder, Richard spoke up, "Tony, I think you're going too fast for our young lady. I think there are faster women over there for your liking.
Tony smiled and said, "I hear you, boss. There's a beautiful girl right over there that needs my attention. All is good." He gave me a wink, and off he went.
A waiter came by with wine-filled glasses and I tasted champagne for the first time. Very yummy.
"Why don't we take a little walk, Amanda." Richard took my hand and we walked over to one of the pools where the light was less bright. Jeff tagged along a bit behind us. "Jeff is my partner's son and he said he just wants to watch how things go tonight. He's a bit shy. It's okay that he watches, Amanda, right?"
