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make me suck them off and
violate my ass. I fantasize about being covered in cum." I paused.
"Did I just say all that out loud?"
    Rodney brushed it off. "Would you like to be
with a woman?"
    Wow. I never thought of that. "If she's hot.
Preferably someone Jack knows."
    "What about Cindy? She was so mad when Jack
got her drunk and talked her into it. He's good at that. She
regretted it, since she was suppose to have my bigger cock that
night, and would love to get back at him."
    "Do you think she'd do me?" I asked.
    "I honestly don't know. I'll email her. She's
at Princeton now, but she comes home for the holidays. She has a
boyfriend at school, but still likes my deep dicking."
    "Send her my pictures and tell her I want to
fuck her to fuck with Jack."
    "Cool. Meanwhile, I thought of someone else
you may wish to consider. Jack fucked a girl named Julie and her
husband, Matt, wants revenge. On them both. He's nothing special to
look at, but neither is he all that bad. But he's not a player, and
so hasn't had any luck yet. You, however, as the wife of his wife's
lover, would be perfect. Even better, I bet he would pay for the
privilege."
    "How much?" Oh my God, I'm gonna prostitute
myself! I know men would find making money fucking women their
dream job, but women are raised differently. A part of me wanted to
become a whore.
    "If he's clean, what would you be willing to
do with him?"
    "Everything. He can cum up my ass and down my
throat. I have five years to make up for."
    He kissed me gently. "I'll hook you up,
girlfriend."
     

CHAPTER 5
     
    Rodney arranged a "date" with Matt at a
nearby Ramada Inn and took payment to avoid legal troubles. He even
examined their medical records to ensure they were clean. I didn't
care so much about the money, unlike real prostitutes, but I never
imagined I would be so nervous. For one, Rodney said Matt was
bringing his boss, so I had to service two clients. I couldn't
complain, since I asked for it, but a part of me begged the rest of
me to back out. Last night I tossed and turned for hours. I just
could not see how guys could fuck a total stranger without getting
the jitters.
    I spent forever getting dressed, changing one
outfit for another, unable to clear my head. They would have me all
day, if they wanted, and they specifically wanted lots of oral and
anal. I put it on the menu, but didn't expect my anus to twitch all
night. I used my new collection of vibrators to prepare my anal
muscles, but something told me they were going to be rougher than I
was accustomed to. Hell, that's why the sex vixen in me wanted this
in the first place. Unfortunately, the shy conservative Catholic
virgin was going, instead.
    The valet guy freaked me out, so I parked way
the fuck out in self-parking and walked in my high heels through
the crowded entrance to the elevator. Ever since I got my big
bobbies, lots of guys now looked at me, and I still wasn't use to
it. I liked it, except now, when I was prostituting myself just to
get my freak on. I waited with several others for the elevator,
feeling increasingly uncomfortable in my sexy red dress that
flashed way too much cleavage. Shit, until a month ago, I didn't
even have cleavage. I would have had second thoughts, but I passed
that bitch miles ago. I had committed myself by accepting their
money. Now I had to woman up and fuck them silly.
    The crowded elevator seemed to stop at every
damn floor. The suspense was killing me. One well-dressed guy in
particular tried to make small talk. Eventually, they all left,
except him. No sooner did the door close than he propositioned
me.
    "I would do anything to be with you."
    "Bark like a dog!" I commanded. And the crazy
fucker did! "Whip out your dick!" While fear permeated the rest of
me, my pussy kept getting wetter at the prospect of fucking two
total strangers. I don't know what got over me, when I said:
"Finger me to an orgasm and I'll suck you off."
    I did not need to pull a gun, either, for him
to offer his hand