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Diary Entry: July 2007 This shit can't go on. I called in sick to work and Mom and Dad were supposed to come over tonight. I had to cancel both because of the big fucking bruise on my face. One thing I'm not going to tolerate is Jack hitting me. That's just not right or fair or anything like that. I'm not going to turn into one of those hookers who get hit by their manager. I'm not fucking doing that. My face is sore. I can barely move from the sex and the massive dildo and now I have a black and blue face and marks on my neck. I look like shit and I feel like shit. I couldn't eat again today. I'm worrying about anorexia. I'm not that thin but I just don't eat. The drugs, the sex, the booze, I don't know. I feel like I'm not well. I think I need to get out and go do something fun. See the girls. Change it up. I've spent so much time on my back with my legs in the air lately and that can't be healthy. I think I need a break from hooking. End Diary Entry Diary Entry: July 2007 Holy shit I did it. M&D were over tonight and they got a firsthand look at the real me. A-line black dress, 4" black heels, my auburn wig, tasteful makeup, jewelry and my perky B-cup boobs. If they didn't get it or understand before, they get it now. I can't say it went well; they were pretty upset, but what the fuck did they think I was talking about? I give myself major props for wearing fuck me pumps the first time my parents were over. We talked a lot about my feelings and how I fully believe this is right. They're both worried about my safety. I do too, although more for my line of work than anything happening to me normally. They're from a different time, when this sort of thing was in the closet and never discussed. I suppose it's still this way largely. Tgirls are still pretty subculture, but things are changing. I can see it happening. Thing is, our own community can be its own worst enemy. We fight so hard for acceptance from society and yet we often don't accept one another. Girls are looked at as too fat, too manly, too something and in a lot of cases they're shunned by their own. It's not fair. We've all had some kind of similar feelings to get us to this point. Shouldn't that be enough in common to make it work? I guess not. I'm one to talk. Everything I do is for outer beauty. I hate myself for being like that. Where the heck was I? Oh, so I talked to Mom and Dad as Kristy too - her voice, my voice and I think that threw them. We talked about work, my plans for the future, my relationships, etc. Mom asked me if I like men and I told her I did. That was a little awkward, although I think some of that is my own head trash about being a hooker. She seemed like she got it, which makes sense considering I'm a girl, but for me, I see my legs in the air and trashy heels and cocks deep in my ass when I think about men. I don't think about flowers and someone getting the door for me; some sort of loving, mutually respectful relationship - I think about cocks. Men are hard cocks to me. They pay me and I make them cum. Lately I've been thinking about how mean they can be too. Just fucking mean and terrible and degrading. Spread your legs, slut. Suck that cock, slut. Scream my name, slut. They're talking to me. I'm subhuman. The whole time my parents are over my cell phone was ringing - Jack must have called about 10 times. You don't like it when I'm not available to you, do you? I was actually concerned that he might just show up when M&D were there. That would have been bad. What does he care? I am just a disposable whore to him it seems. End Diary Entry Diary Entry: July 2007 Work sucks. End Diary Entry I'm trying to understand the above entry and it doesn't fit in with anything around it. Something must have happened, but I never explained it in my diaries and I can't for the life of me think about what it could have been. Telling entry, even at three words; I was definitely going through some shit at this point. Diary Entry: July 2007 What the fuck is wrong with me? I said I wasn't going to take this shit anymore and what do I do? I go and take it. Surprise, surprise I get a knock on my door at 8:00 tonight and wouldn't you know it's Jack. I guess the fucking asshole got tired of waiting for me to return a call that wasn't going to come. So there he is at my doorway with his smug smile. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asks, standing there with a bottle of wine like we're buddies or something. "No. I'm all set with this." I went to shut the door in his face but he put his foot in the sash and blocked it. "Can't you just hear me out?" "I really don't think there's anything for us to talk about," I spat. "Look, let me come in and we'll have a drink and talk." I just looked at him, wondering what the police would say if a hooker called them and wanted to file a trespassing complaint against her pimp. Does that work? "Besides," he continued. "I have something else for you." He pulled a big baggie of coke from his pocket. "I have to pay for those now," I said to him. God I hate it when I'm passive aggressive. "This one's on me." Fuck. Whatever. I let him in. Not sure why and it was totally a mistake because I have so much left over coke from all my time with Jack that I could probably deal it myself. Thing is, it's getting low - not low as in running out, but lower than I like it to be. For some reason I take pride in my collection. I'm such a fucking idiot. So I let him in and all I really want is for him to either stay the hell away from me or to legitimately apologize and assure me he will never lay a hand on me again. This whole relationship needs to change. I shouldn't have even opened the bag of cocaine. I just should have taken it from him and put it with my stash. But I didn't, because evidently I'm a fucking stupid coke whore. He opened the wine, I opened the drugs. I did a couple of big lines and had a few sips of wine and then he starts in on me. "You look like shit." "Thanks." I was in my yoga pants and flip-flops. I wasn't planning on having company. "No corset?" "No. No corset. I needed a break." "You can't take breaks, Kristy," he said. "Not if you truly want it all. You need to always be going for perfection. Always. Go put it on and slide into a party dress and some sexy shoes. We're going out." "No. I'm not really interested in doing what you want anymore." "Then at least do some more coke. You always look hot when you do that." I smiled. Then I did some more coke; two good sized lines, one in each nostril. What is it about compliments, even phony-ass ones like that? They still get to me. "See, you do some of what I tell you," he laughed. I smiled again. The fucking jerk. "So," he started. "Are you in the mood to work tonight?" "Are you fucking serious?" "Yeah. There's four guys at a house in [next town over] that have been circling our weekends for a while but have never pulled the trigger. Now they have." I had a sip of wine. "How much?" "Three hundred." "Three hundred for me or three hundred total?" "For you." "How much are you getting?" "That's between me and the client." Between me and the client? "Are you fucking kidding me? Are we on opposite sides now?" I couldn't believe it. "Do you want the job or not? Otherwise I'll get someone else." The words just hung there. I was floored. So this was it. He was officially a pimp and I was officially a hooker. Not just a hooker. One of his hookers. Now I had competition? Now he had a stable? Now the money he made was off limits? Who was this other girl? Where did he meet her? Had she already turned tricks for him? Is he planning on using her in the same hotel? I did another line of cocaine. "Tell them we'll be there in an hour." I've never had an outcall before. Guys always came to me. I wasn't really sure what to do. "What should I wear?" I asked. "They wanted you to be as trashy as possible. These guys seem like they're pretty kinky. Said you should be wearing a butt plug when you got there." Fuck. I got up from the table and went to my closet to see what would fit the bill. Lord knows there's plenty of trashy in there. Then I remembered I needed the plug so I grabbed by 3" one, lubed it and myself and then slid it home. My cunt is either still pretty stretched from the massive dildo fucking I took or it just accommodates cocks no problem now, because it just slid right it. I was concerned for a second that it would slip right back out, but that doesn't seem like it will be a problem. It was securely in my bottom and not going anywhere. When I got home from work I had just put light makeup on, so that needed to be redone. I washed my face and then started my whore routine. Cover Girl honey blonde concealer and foundation, Tea Tree eyebrow wax for maximum shaping, heavy black Lancome eyeliner, overdrawn for cat- eyes, a variety of different dark shadows up to my brows to smoke my eyes out. Just a touch of white liner on the insides for balance. Heavy and thick mascara two coats of extender and 2 coats of black. [Author's note: I was genetically lucky to have dark, thick lashes. When I use heavy makeup on them they almost look long enough to be fake, but they're not.] Cover Girl red blush and a little bronzer. Dark plum Maybelline lip liner and hot pink lipstick (three coats). Then pressed powder and finally Wet-n-Wild glitter on the outside of my brows and brushed onto my overdrawn slutty lips. Done and done. I chose a fire-red push and matching g-string and slid a matching pair of boy short panties over them. The I slid a pair of jet black thigh highs up my legs and slipped into 5" black fuck me pumps. I chose a gray plaid schoolgirl skirt and a white blouse tied below my tits to complete my ensemble. The schoolgirl look is clich?, but it gets results. I gather up any cosmetics I would need and out them in my purse. Then I went back out to Jack, who told me I looked very fuckable, had another two lines and a glass of wine while I had a cigarette. I was ready. The ride was short and we pulled up to the address. Nothing great, nothing terrible, just a basic cape style home on a decent tree-lined street. These were college guys or middle managers or something. Jack told me to wait in the car while he went to the door. He did, knocked, someone answered, they chatted for a second and then he came back to collect me. "There's a bathroom to the right when we get in the door. Slip in there and I'll knock when they're ready," he instructed. We entered and I went straight to the bathroom like he asked. I copped out two more lines, did them and the touched up my face. I wasn't waiting long when Jack knocked and entered. "You ready?" "What's the deal," I asked. "They're in the family room or something, just down the hall to the right. Money's good. We're all set. Go have fun." I smiled. "I've never had four before." Jack shrugged. "Two holes, two hands." I heard the music start playing in the other room. Jack left and I heard him introduce me. "Boys, it's Kristy!" They cheered and I did my sexiest strut into the room. Yup, college boys, probably hanging here over the summer because someone's parents weren't around. They were still dressed. "Boys, boys," I scolded. "This will not do." "Show me that ass girl," said one of the dark haired ones. I put my foot up on an ottoman and smoothed my hand up my thigh. They cheered. Then I flipped around and bent over the ottoman, using both hands to flip my skirt up and show them my ass. I wiggled it at them and they cheered again. "Are you ready, boys?" I cooed. I went over to the another dark haired guy and kissed him passionately on the lips. His friends were laughing and cheering. Then I felt some hands on me as one guy began to untie my blouse and the other started to unbuckle the belt on my skirt. I reached down and felt my kissing partner's crotch. I could feel his hardness through his shorts. Someone pulled my blouse away and I let it fall to the ground. The I felt a hand inside my bra. "Real tits," was the comment. My skirt fell to the ground, then my boy shorts were dropped. Whoever did that then pressed on the plug. "Fucking butt plug, just like we wanted. So hot." I could feel a tongue begin licking my bottom as I started unbuckling belts and tugging at zippers. Before long there were four dangling cocks out. In the room were three dark haired guys and a blonde guy, all in the college phase of short gelled hair or baseball hats. I sat down on the ottoman and took the first dick into my mouth. I could see another one close to my face so I wrapped my right hand around that. Then another one appeared to my left and I took that in my left hand. I was sucking and tugging and getting my party ready for me. "On your knees, girl," one of them said, so I slid off the ottoman and assumed the position, switching between cocks as I lubed them all up. I felt a hand on my bra and then it hung loose around me. He worked it off me with some of my help and I felt a hand on my nipples, rubbing them and pinching them. I felt them harden to his touch. "That's it baby, suck that cock." I was moving between the three hard dicks in my face, taking one in my mouth and two others in my hands. Guy number four began tugging at my g-string and I stopped sucking and stood up so he could slide my panties down. My clit popped free. "That's the most fucked up thing I've ever seen," said one guy. "She sucks a mean fucking dick," said another. I went back to my knees and started sucking again. Guy four had pushed his way into the circle and now his cock was added to mix. I sucked them all in a round robin fashion for a few more minutes, using my hands to stroke the hard shafts of two others as I did so. I took a second and realized there was at least six inches on each. One dark haired guy had a strong looking eight inches and plenty of girth. "Let's get to that body," said one of them. I felt my hands being lifted and they laid me down on my back across the ottoman. There was a cock in my face instantly and I put it back in my mouth as some of the other guys got between my legs and began to fuck me slowly with my own butt plug. I moaned into the cock in my mouth and heard him sigh. "Get some fucking lube," one of them said. I felt the butt plug be pulled from me. "Look at that ass, baby. You've got a nice fucking ass." I nodded my head and took another cock in my mouth. "Girl's got some fuck me heels on. I guess she wants to be fucked," said someone. I nodded my head again. "Mmmhmm," I moaned into the cock. I felt the grease on my pussy and then blondie pushed into me. "Oh yeah," I moaned. "Mmmmm." I slipped another cock into my mouth as blondie started to drive into me. "Oh fuck. Oh," I cooed. "That's it baby." He was fucking me good now, thrusting in and out of me as I continued taking different cocks in my mouth. "Such a dirty fucking girl," blondie said. "Such a slut." "Let me get in there," said one of the dark haired guys. Blondie pulled out and I had a new one mounting me, sliding his cock to the hilt in one motion. Blondie pushed his buddies aside. "Fucking ass to mouth, girl." I pulled off the cock I was on and took Blondie's meat down my throat. The guys laughed and cheered. "That's it bitch, suck that fucking cock. Suck that fucking dirty cock." Dark hair was fucking into me good now, taking my legs and hoisting them over his shoulders. I was an open hole now, ready to take on all comers. "That's it you fucking slut. You fucking whore. You like that, shit?" I nodded and moaned as I kept sucking whatever dick was being thrust into my face. The he grabbed my nipples and twisted them hard. I cried out in pain. "You take that you fucking whore," he said. The dark haired guys switched places and now I had the eight inches of meat driving into my cunt. My last fuck buddy wanted the same treatment, so I took his dick down my throat. "Fucking ass to mouth, that's it." I felt a cock slapping me in the face. I turned my mouth to find it. He kept moving it. "Look," he said as he'd slap me. "Look, look at her go try and find it." He kept slapping me with his dick. Then they all were. Then one fucking guy slapped me with hand, lightly at first, but then someone did it hard. Really hard. Feel the heat hard. I moaned, not in pleasure, but in pain. It fucking hurt. "She fucking likes it!" on shouted. More dick slaps. More hand slaps. Someone pushed down on my forehead so I couldn't move. They slapped my face. Someone made a fist and faked like they were going to hit me. Not again. Then another slap. More pinches to my nipples. I tried to focus on my pleasure. Somehow through all of this I was still experiencing delirium from the sex. It was rough and I was degraded. The eight inches was glorious, spreading my cunt lips and driving past my ring with each deep thrust, fucking me good and deep. I was trying to find the right leverage to pound that delicious tube into my prostate but my position wouldn't allow for it. I had to settle for being filled with eight inches of 22-year old meat and the stamina to match. Eight inches pulled out and the last dark hair was now inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him ride me however he wanted. I felt hands on my tits, pinching my nipples. Then a mouth was on my tit and I squealed when he used his teeth, biting my nipple and pulling upward. Someone ran their hand down my thigh highs and ran them. "Look, she's fucking airtight," one of them said. They all laughed. I had a dick in my ass, one in my mouth and one in each hand. "We should fucking DP her," said one of them. DP me? Fuck. That wasn't in the deal. They started chanting DP and before I knew it I was lifted up from the ottoman and blondie slid onto it. Then they dropped me on top so I was laying on him and I felt him angle his cock and slide it back inside my pussy. Someone stuffed their dick in my mouth as I searched around with my hands to find another. Then I felt it, but not at my hands, at my cunt. Another cockhead clumsily trying to stuff itself into my pussy. I opened my eyes and saw one of the dark hairs straddling my legs and blondie's beneath me. I took my mouth off the cock and said "no," searching for Jack with my limited line of sight. They kept shouting DP and I saw more lube and felt it and then it happened. Blondie's cock had retreated inside me just a little at the right angle and it allowed dark hair to get his cock inside my ring and then they pushed into me together. I cried out, a mixture of agony and pleasure as my cunt was stretched to the breaking point once again. First it was the massive dildo and now I was being double penetrated by two thick cocks. My head swam and I bit down on my lip as I felt a cock slap my face. I opened my mouth and searched for it, taking it down my throat in one gulp as the chaotic tag team on my ass began to sort itself out. I was dying inside, first from the pain, then from the disorganization of it all and then finally from the rapture I felt as the cocks moved in tandem inside me. The size was killing me but the depravity of it all lit a flame. I had been completely conquered yet again, this time by a group of porn-crazed college boys who had no business being handed the right to take me as they were. Aren't I better than this? No, I'm not. More slaps to my face with hard dicks. More pinching of my nipples. Someone slapped me across the tits with all their might. I cried out in pain. Some covered my mouth. I couldn't breathe. They let me go and I sucked in air as another cock was thrust down my throat. More slaps to the face and body. The sweet and sour assault on my cunt was intensifying and my pussy was so filled I had no choice. I wanted to fight it, to take back some measure of myself and my dignity but I couldn't. I felt the waves and I swooned and then the telling drips began as my milk began its sweet release. "She's fucking cumming!" shouted one. I felt a hand grab a hold of my clit and pump it as more milk began to flow. My body had betrayed me yet again. Once it starts I can't fight it. I have to give in, to let the waves wash over me and as the rhythmic double penetration continued I dove again to the depths of depravity, my mouth and face contorting in orgasmic bliss as the ropes of sweet jelly poured from their well. It must have been all dark hair needed to see because he pulled his cock from my cunt and stuffed it into my face as his cum exploded from it, painting my left eye and nose with his spunk. My pussy felt open as blondie kept fucking me and now eight inches was cramming his dick into my open hole, stretching me further and then sliding past my ring as my heart sank further and the double continued. Now I had one cock in my mouth and two in my ass as my blowjob began to fuck my face, tugging on my hoop earnings and dragging me around with him. "She fucking has to go where I go," he laughed and exchanged a high-five with eight inches. Soon blondie was making moves and moans like he was going to cum. Evidently that was a no-go as far as these guys were concerned - they weren't interested in sharing sperm, so he wiggled out from under me, dropping me awkwardly on my left shoulder as he did so and jacking his cock until it came all over my chin, neck and tits. Eight inches was next, exploding inside my gaping pussy as yet another orgasm blew through me and my clit continued its humiliating milking at the hands of these smug douches. Finally I felt earrings grunt and moan and tug me so hard I thought my ears would come off as he forced his cock fully down my throat and dumped his load into my empty stomach. I was a mess. Beaten. Betrayed by my body and my pimp who never told me these assholes were planning on shoving two cocks up my twat at the same time. I was mad and hurt and full aroused. I had never felt more used and I liked it. I lay on the ottoman, spent as my four conquerors began to clean up around me. "Can someone get me a towel?" I asked. "Eat it cunt," said one of them. Before I knew it they were scooping their spunk off my body and stuffing cum-filled fingers into my mouth. I did what they asked. I got up and grabbed my clothes, managing to get my g-string back on before I nearly fell over. "See that - fucked so hard she can't walk." They laughed. My legs were shaking. I managed to get my bra on but I couldn't hook it. I wasn't about to ask for help and neither they, nor Jack looked like they were going to give it. Finally I said fuck it and limped over to the car in just my panties and dangling bra. I got in and we rode home in silence. Jack gave me my $300 and I got out, hoping no one in my apartment complex would notice the slut in her underwear doing the walk of shame back to her place. End Diary Entry Diary Entry: July 2007 I'm so sore. Everything hurts. I feel like I'm a failure. Part of me doesn't want this anymore; being a whore, pimps, tricks, drugs. Part of me can't get enough of it. It's like a drug that I physically need, and yet, I can't even take a double penetration without having my body shut down on me in a heap of hurt and soreness. If I'm going to be a slut I need to be one and to be able to handle these sorts of things without it being a problem. I need to get away from this for a week or so. Just chill out and try and focus on the stabilizing influences in my life. I need to keep it together. Diary Entry: August 2007 I seem to have settled into a pretty good routine. I'm doing my best at work even though they treat me like an outcast. I've managed to have some success in my new role and I'm leaving there with a smile on my face every night, so that's good. I've been coming home, dressing and then just being myself. I've joined a transgendered dating site and couple of others. Just trying to make some new friends or even find a client or two if one is so inclined. I like it. Going out with the girls this weekend. Not sure where yet, but it will be nice to get out and see everybody. End Diary Entry Diary Entry: August 2007 It's been a week since I have written. Let me see if I can get some of this down on paper. Work continues to be good. I had my parents over on Tuesday. We had a nice meal, me as Kristy and more talk about my future. They were wondering about my money and I told them not to worry about it. A girl has her ways. Wednesday was a trick from Craigslist. Just a simple suck and fuck for $100 but god was it good to slide into my fuck me heels again. I liked it when he put his hands to my neck and almost choked me for a few seconds. I felt like I could cum right there. Thursday was the chat rooms and answering lots of emails. Evidently there's a lot of people who want to date a tgirl but won't put their picture up. Yup, that's who I want to date. Not. Some guy named Ryan told me he had some connections and wanted to take some pictures of me. Whatever, I met him in a chat room. Seems like a decent enough guy though. Lots of calls from Jack. Evidently he wants me to fuck again this weekend. I'm pretty much all set with Jack. Friday was out with the girls. So great-great-great to catch up. I had some drinks with Shauna and we got ready together and then went out. She ended up blowing this guy Chris in his car and then came back into the bar with a bunch of spunk on her shirt. Awesome. I got hit on a lot but never went with anyone. One pretty cool guy was trying to get me to go home with him and I found myself telling him it was going to cost him and he backed off. If that doesn't tell me I'm a hooker first then nothing does. What's a girl to do? Saturday was a day of avoiding more calls from Jack. At one point in the afternoon he showed up but I didn't answer my door. I'm nervous to have guys to the house because I feel like he's going to show up. That sucks, because I need to make a living same as the next girl. I ended up doing an outcall that night with a guy named Frank for $100. Stubby cock and a douche of a guy. Bad lay too. He kind of smelled and I was horrified when he came in my ass. I hate unclean people. But I smiled and took his money and that was that. Sunday was lounging. I watched some bad movies and was back in the chat rooms. Ryan seems to be legit. He's emailed me some photos he's taken of other girls. Says this sort of photography and modeling is his hobby. He's not a pro but the shots looked pretty good. I may meet him next weekend for a drink. End Diary Entry Diary Entry: August 2007 I had a decent phone conversation with [my sister]. She was checking in to see how I'm doing. She heard my real voice, my Kristy voice and said I sounded good - like me but different, more feminine and very "authentic" as she put it. I'll take that as passable. More calls from Jack - ignored. Now he's getting mad. Fuck him. Abuser. End Diary Entry Diary Entry: August 2007 I could not be more weak. Thing is, I don't really care. I met with Ryan at his house. Nice fucking place, just outside of Boston. Hardwood floors, clean and spacious, nice art, tastefully decorated, pool, bar, flatscreen TV, etc. Pretty posh. He's a good looking guy, he said he's 32, dark brown hair, brown eyes, sexy body. Definitely a ladies' man, which he claims he's not, but I'm not buying it ... maybe he's a ladyboy's man. So anyway, he knows plenty of people and he does some work for [shemale porn company] and [shemale porn site] and I guess the way it works is that he scouts the talent in this area and if he finds a girl he takes some pictures and then sends them to [porn company]. If the company likes them, they authorize more pictures and pay the girl and the photographer for them. As a model, you can also make more money if you agree to do a video. Its a few hundred dollars extra for a solo video shoot, a little more with toys and even more if you get fucked on camera by a real dude. The whole thing is a little odd and it's definitely flattering but I just don't see it. I know I'm pretty attractive but I'm by no means a finished product. Ryan said it doesn't matter. Guys who go to the site want girls with real tits and since I'm pretty and have real tits I'm perfect for it. He wanted me to take some test shots but I wasn't even remotely dressed for that sort of thing. I wore a short black skirt and a crisp white blouse, some black 4" pumps and some jewelry. It was the middle of the day, so my makeup was light. I can do trashy just fine, but I need some warning and in this case none was provided. Ryan said it didn't matter, as long as my underwear matched. My underwear always fucking matches. I take pride in that. Anyway, I went into this massive bathroom and did my best to slut myself up a bit - darker makeup, some glitter and then I popped a couple of buttons on my blouse. I came out of the bathroom and he looked at me. "Perfect. Let me take some pictures." I have no idea what to do. "Just be sexy. That can't be hard." I smiled and did my best, moving my body around like a stripper. "Beautiful. Can you lose the shirt?" I did. Fondling my breasts through my bra, caressing them. "Excellent. How about the skirt?" I slid it down my legs as seductively as I could. I was incredibly nervous and I could see the whole thing going in a sexier and more provocative direction. I was scared. It's one thing to strip for a guy who is going to fuck you. It's something altogether different to strip for someone who is taking pictures of you that will last thousands of years. I was uptight and clueless. My hands were shaking. I excused myself and went back into his bathroom. Then I chopped out four of the biggest lines I have ever done. I finished them in seconds. So fucking pathetic I know, but when I came out of that bathroom it was fucking on. Ryan took a few more pictures and then I unhooked my bra. My nipples were already erect but Ryan had other plans. He returned with an ice cube and told me to hold it on each nipple. They hardened even more, like two sharp pencil erasers. He kept clicking away, just me in my g-string and I felt so great, so comfortable now, since cocaine and taking off my clothes is exactly what I do for a living. "Now the panties," he said, so I shimmied my little dental floss g- string down my legs and showed him and the world everything there is to see. I turned and showed him my ass, pulling my right cheek up with my hand so he can see my honeyed pussy. I was naked in front of this gorgeous man and was feeling a little vulnerable because I'm in heels and he's completely dressed. "Are you nervous?" he asked me. "Darling, I'm whatever you want me to be," I said. I was partly delirious because the whole nude modeling thing feels degrading and when I feel degraded, especially when I've had coke, all of my sexual instincts come out. "Then I want you to be my slut," he said, with a beautiful red glass 8" dildo in his hand. It looked heavenly. "Do you know how to use it?" I smiled and nodded and took the dildo from him. "Do you have any lube?" "I do, but you can't use it. Everything needs to look perfect for the camera." Dry? "OK," I said. I put the dildo to my lips and sucked on in, lubricating it with my saliva as Ryan snapped away. Then I licked a couple of fingers and put them to my pussy, wetting my cunt the best I could. I smiled at Ryan and I maneuvered the phallus to my bottom. Then I slowly worked it in. It felt so cold and hard inside me. And dry. I'm such a whore just taking cocks in my ass without any lube. Dirty girls do that. I drove the dildo to the hilt as Ryan began calling out directions. Arch your back. Use both hands. Spread your pussy. Pull it out. Push it in. Now just slowly do yourself with it. I started to work the dildo in and out of me as Ryan moved closer and closer. Eventually he was between my legs, getting money shots of just the dildo working in and out of my ass. He smelled so good and I moaned at the eroticism of it all. He pulled the camera up from between my legs as he took some pictures of me in the throes of ecstasy. Then I felt his hand on mine, and we worked the dildo in and out of me together. That was his move and I wanted him so badly I wasn't about to turn back. I was his. I pulled him on top of me, the fake cock still pressed deep into my ass. I felt his hands all over my body as I reached for his belt and freed his stiffening cock. I wrapped my hands around his shaft as he pushed his shorts to his ankles. Then I felt him take the dildo out of me, replacing it with the head of his penis. He kissed me hard and I swooned, giving in to him completely. He asked me if I needed any lube and I nodded "no." I just needed him. He pressed into me and my body switched into a higher gear, feeling his mushroom head diving deep into my depths, taking me and pushing me to new pleasures. I opened my legs for him and wrapped them around his waist, taking all of him inside me, feeding my fire. Our bodies moved in unison, he thrusting downward, me up to meet him and my head rolled back in the glory of being taken by this beautiful man with his beautiful cock. He moved so well on top me, undulating his groin and sending shockwaves through my honeypot. He caressed my breasts and nipples, heightening my pleasure as he nibbled on my neck, inhaling my perfume and sending me to glorious sexual heights. He moaned into my ear as I began to encourage him. That's it baby, yes, give in to it, feel that pussy. I was squeezing his cock with my cunt, milking him, and yearning for his seed. I knew he couldn't hold out and he didn't, exploding inside me with an animalistic grunt in my ear. I felt every contraction of his cock as it dumped its seed deep within me. At that moment I felt weightless. End Diary Entry