Bi-Sexual Female / 23
I've always been emotionally detached when it comes to sex. I think it has to do with the fact that my first few times having sex were with my uncle, who r**ed me, while I just laid there and took it. When I did start having consensual sex, either it was good or it wasn't. Really hasn't mattered who it's with or what kind of connection there is. If it's good, it's good. If it's not, it's not. No stress either way.
When I was 16, a man offered me $100 dollars to suck his cock in the back of his car. After refusing at first, it dawned on me that I could actually make good money doing this, and again, I don't really care who the guys are. I ended up accepting his offer, and never looked back.
When I went off to college, I met a "friend of the program", aka, a sleezy booster, at an NCAA D-1 college. I started getting paid to blow and fuck potential recruits, and current football and basketball players. No, I won't tell you which university, so don't ask. Needless to say, I made thousands and thousands doing this. They pay very well for the sexual services and to keep me quiet about it. I don't know how many guys came and went, and I never really gave a shit about whether the recruits came to our school or not. It was all about the money. Sometimes the sex was amazing, and sometimes it was shit. Most of those guys were completely arrogant and they all think they're God's gift to the earth. But again, it never mattered to me. As long as they followed the rules and wore a condom, I was good. I even continued to do it for a year after I graduated, because of the money. I walked away when I got tired of being around college kids too much of the time. I've been taking time off right now, which hasn't been a problem financially.
When I was 16, a man offered me $100 dollars to suck his cock in the back of his car. After refusing at first, it dawned on me that I could actually make good money doing this, and again, I don't really care who the guys are. I ended up accepting his offer, and never looked back.
When I went off to college, I met a "friend of the program", aka, a sleezy booster, at an NCAA D-1 college. I started getting paid to blow and fuck potential recruits, and current football and basketball players. No, I won't tell you which university, so don't ask. Needless to say, I made thousands and thousands doing this. They pay very well for the sexual services and to keep me quiet about it. I don't know how many guys came and went, and I never really gave a shit about whether the recruits came to our school or not. It was all about the money. Sometimes the sex was amazing, and sometimes it was shit. Most of those guys were completely arrogant and they all think they're God's gift to the earth. But again, it never mattered to me. As long as they followed the rules and wore a condom, I was good. I even continued to do it for a year after I graduated, because of the money. I walked away when I got tired of being around college kids too much of the time. I've been taking time off right now, which hasn't been a problem financially.
