I went and took a shower. I had so many things going threw my mind, I stood there thinking of everything that happen to me in a little over 24 hours. Then the money popped into the picture. I had $5,000.00 in cash that worked out to $2,500.00 a day, over 30 days that will be $75,000.00 and for 6 months very close to $500,000.00. This in itself is very mind-boggling. On top of the money, I experienced sexual pleasure like I had never known before in my life. It was dirty; it was nasty, very nasty but did it ever feel great. I stood there, I was being torn apart with these feelings. I was disgusted with my self for many things. First because I should have never let myself be put in this type of situation. Second because I should have never left Matt. Third because I should be very, very mad. Yet what was I thinking about I thought about the money, and most of all the sick nasty pleasure I got from having this kind of filthy sex with 30 different men.
I swear I hated myself I was thinking about every thing that happen to me since I had arrived. Remembering the position I was in, a position with no control over my life. And then the wonderful feeling I received from the sex I had been doing. I was getting turned on from the memories of all those nasty things. I knew I did not take on this job for the reasons that Bud told the men or told me for that matter. All I wanted to do was, give an honest days work, for an honest days pay. But this extra money, and for what, a sex? For pleasure like I had never felt in my life?
I caught myself saying all this to my self. I know it now, I am going crazy; here I was arguing with myself convincing myself that this was all OK. After all, they did need some kind of attention, and besides as long as they kept giving me these tips, I would have one hell of a nest egg when I went back home. Don't get me wrong, this was hard work, cooking, cleaning, and doing the laundry. It is no piece of cake by any means. But what made the unpleasant job a little bit more bearable was the money and the fact the only one to treat me unkind was that asshole Bud, and after what I had seen on the TV, I think I can get him under control. Now if all this wasn't enough to contemplate, I started thinking about being woke up in the middle of the night and having that extraordinary climax. What surprised me was my desire for more, I mean to be taken for sex and awaken to more pleasure.
I just cannot take anymore of this; I brought my hand down and started rubbing my clit. I closed my eyes I remembered the night before standing at the sink. I remembered every cock fucking me in my asshole. I could feel my vagina pulsing with desire. Some how even though my fingers felt good rubbing myself, I wanted my pussy filled.