Many people have sex with me and they don't even know me. Shit they don't want to know me. I am just a sex toy for them to abuse and use. Like most young girls I dreamt of becoming someone. I dreamt of becoming someone, expect a prostitute. Not in a million years would I have thought of a career full of sex on a daily basis. What started out being innocent became something so much more. This is a story of a prostitute......
I grew up in a small town in Florida. My parents were making it with there 5 kids. They live each day paycheck to paycheck. I was the second oldest of my sibilings. My parents made sure their kids went to the best schools there were at the time. My older brother and I attended the same high school. My brother was a senior when I just started my freshman year. My brother was a stud to many girls. He was a basketball and track and field star. He stood 6 feet 5 inches tall, 220 pounds mostly muscle. He really looked good and I even sometimes wish that I wasn't his sister. Girls would take off there fucking panties and throw at him with their phone number in the crotch. As for me I was always the shy one. I never really talk to anyone and I had only one friend, which I wouldn't even consider him as a friend since I basically knew him since we were in pampers. Many people told me I was beautiful, but did I believe them, no because they were my family members. My freshman year was the hardest thing I ever had to deal with. I was nerdy and very clusmy. I stayed to myself all the time. My classmates would pick on me and tell me how ugly and skinny I was. I could of gotten my brother to beat them off but he didn't want anyone to know that I was his sister. I cried evernight to my mother, which I was very close too. She would tell me that I am beautiful and that I go to school to become somebody. Everything was very ruff on me because I was a teenager and I was really going through bad pruberty. I had low self esteem and my face was full of acne. I couldn't wait to get out of high school.
Well as years went by, I eventually was a senior. I grew into my body and I couldn't keep the boys off of me. But I was never boy crazy I stayed focus in my books. I was 5 feet 7 inches. I was dark skinned with long flowing black hair that reach my back. I had very big breast, 36 C, and a big ass. I had a coke bottle shape. I had very long legs and always was complimented on being a model. I was happy that my years of the dreadfull high school was coming to an end. I was 17 and I couldn't wait to turn 18 and attend college that was fully paid for by one of the many scholarships that I recieved from academics. My classmates stilled picked on me and always tried to put me down, espcially the jealous girls that envy me. But I came to a point that I didn't really care and I told them to fuck off. Prom was suppose to be the happiest day of myself. I was asked out to the prom by my brother's friend. I had really big crush on him for a long time. His name was Joshua. He was 21 and he was a junior in college. I had a nice night with him at my dance and many females were shocked that I had a date. He was 6 feet 3 inches tall and about 210 pounds full of muscle. He was very handsome. He was lightskinned and rock braids that touch his shoulders. He picked me up in a strech white limo in front of my house. I was dress in a long red dress that he bought me. He was in a matching suit that cling to his body in all the right places. At the end of the night, he told me he had a surprise for me. And I was so thrilled that my crush of 2 years had a surprise for me. He took me to a hotel on South Beach. He paid for a penthouse suite. He told me to close my eyes as I entered the room. I did. And when i opened my eyes the room was fill with rose petals and champnge on ice. It was very romantic and beautiful. He turn on some soft jazz music. I still stood at the door with my mouth wide open. I told him thank you and he nodge and said no problem. He pull me to the bed and he sat down while I was in front of him. I was still a virgin and I never been touch by a guy before. I never even touch myself before. He told me to relax and began to kiss me. He force his tongue in my mouth. I never kissed a guy with tongue before. So I was really bad and uncomfortable. I push him away and told him that I never french kissed before. He told me not to worry and began to relax and sat beside him. He moved in to kiss me and I did too. We kissed for a good 10 minutes and every minute I gotten better. I felt his hand unzipping my dress. He began to take off my dress slowly. I whispered in his ears, 'No I am not ready', but he kept on telling me to relax. I tried too but I couldn't because I wanted to lose my virginty on my wedding night. I asked him to stop but he kept on going lower with my dress. And I saw the most unusual thing that happened in his pants. He pants began to move higher and higher. And thats when I was scared. I asked him to please stop again but this time louder. He told me to be quiet and to relax again. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. I guess I irritated him and made him very angry. He ripped my dress off and told me to shut up in the most violent way i ever heard from a man. I began to cry and ask him please dont do this to me please. But my plea did not set me free it jus made things worse. he push me on the bed with all his might that i hit my head on the head board. He told me to shut up and if I made another sound he was gonna really hurt me. He pull down my panties and he hastily unzip his pants and pull out something that scared the shit out of me. I only say a guy dick in sex ed and my brother's when i walked in the bathroom on him. His dick was huge and throbbing. he frocefully stuff his dick in my little virgin hole, that i let out a big scream and i began to cry even more. The pain that i felt was unbeliveable. He fucked me until he had an organsam and he came in me. I was distort and I wanted to go home and act like no of this ever happened to me. When he was finish with me he told me to go take a shower. And I did what he told me to do. The next morning he dropped me home and told me if i told anyone what happened to me that he was going to personally kill me. After that day I hated him with all my heart. He would still come around with my brother and act like he didnt rape me. I was scared for my life and I wanted to kill myself a few times. My mother didnt know what my problem was and my father didnt want me to be around because of my behavior. I never told anyone about what happen on my prom night and I dont think they would ever believe me because Joshua was a good boy that never would do that.
A year went by after my rape and tried to keep it behind me. I attended college and alot of guys even girls were attracted to me. I did very well in my classes and my professors adored me. Money for me was very low. I couldnt really buy anything to eat but Ramen Noodles. I was broke and like most kids I couldnt run to my parents because they wasnt making as much money. I try to find a job but it never worked around my schedule. My room mate was trying to tell me about her job but I never was interested in becoming a stripper at night. But things got worst and I was like fuck it let me give it a try. I went in and i was hired on the spot. Each night I made over 500 dollars. And it felt great making money like that. I never made 500 dollars in a week let alone in one day. I loved the costume and the spot light and the attention I received from men and women. It felt great. My job was great but i began to slack off in my school work. My A's dropped to low C's and eventually D's. And I made a promise to my scholarship that I would have nothing lower than a B. My professor were confuse on my sudden transformation and tried to work with me. But I was stupid and didnt care what anyone told me to do. I was 19 and willing to make money right now, instead of 4 years later.
One night I was stripping for a big time guy in the area. I heard so many things about him and how he love to help out people, especially females. He tip me off big and gave me his business card. He told me to call him anytime I was ready for a real job. The stripping job was fun but it was also tiring. I couldnt even mangage me in shcool and my scholarship was taken away from me. I was so mad. I had to move in with my friend of so many years. His name is Larry. Larry was making it. He had a beautiful girlfriend that he loved. But she was jealous of me and always thought we had an affair. So I moved out and I didnt have any where to go. I found the card from the guy in the strip club in my purse. I called him and he told me to meet him the bus terminal. I did. He picked me up and we went to his place. He had a nice beach front house on Biscayne. We talked and I told him that he promise me a job. He asked many sexual questions. Like how many guys I been with and I told him only 2 excluding Joshua. He was shocked and couldnt believe someone beautiful as me only had 2 partners. He told me that he ran an escort service and would love me to be apart of it. I was not sure but I needed the money to survive and I told him I would do it until I get back on my feet again. That night I had sex with him and it felt great. He wasnt the best looking guy but he made me feel very good including the sex.