His eyes pierced through me as our eyes locked and I was forced to look away, to look down like the bitch I was. And then I felt it, the quickening of the thrust and then the jolts and then he was cumming as I was filled with hot cum. "Ooooo I'm cumming I'm cumming ... " I kept repeating, all this was too much for me. Rick had stoked my smooth cock as he thrust into me for me.
"Look at this little bitch, he cums like a bitch when a man fucks him just like a girl". My face reddened because I knew deep down he was right. Quite honestly I did feel more like a woman inside which was one of the reasons I liked being lean and smooth. I was actually pretty skinny and weak and I liked it that way.
I was then let out of the sling and allowed to shower and then told to come downstairs and attend the men as they played poker by waiting on them getting drinks and sucking them off if they told me to.
It's hard to explain but all of this recent demeaning activity seemed to have permanently re-wired my brain so I didn't see myself as a true man anymore but as more of a bitch that was put on this earth to please men. And with the money that I have been getting paid I felt like a whore as well.
"Come over here and sit on my back baby," Rick commanded and I sat quickly down and started rubbing his strong muscular back as I thought about him kissing me. I didn't have to wait long as he grabbed my head and twisted to the side as he tilted me back and jammed his tongue down my throat. I felt so alive as his tongue made love to mine as I gently moaned. Then Rick pulled away and he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right into my soul. "I got big plans for you baby ...
So at the end of the night I collected $500 for my efforts and knew that I was officially a whore. The next day all I could think about was how i could make myself more attractive and please to men.
As I entered the tanning salon I felt like everyone could see right through me that they knew i was a whore for men. It's weird but I just felt different as the female attendant checked me in I eyed the basket of tantoo stickers in a basket and asked her if I could have one. "Sure you can sweety," she said as she looked at me and giggled, "guys love them" she then said with a smirk as she winked at me and told me to go into room 6.
As I lay in the tanning bed I retraced my experiences of the last week up until Rick kissing me. I loved the sex and being manhandled but now i started craving something more, an emotional connection. Stupid me I thought, Rick just wants me for sex, he already told me I was too fem for him to actually date me.
My mind drifted back to the gay bar i worked in and Mikey another dancer who always flirted with me. Up to now I had not really responded too much but I suddenly started thinking maybe we may have a lot in common. My throbbing cock told me the next time I saw Mikey I was going to see if we could get together sometime.
As I worked out now I started working more on cardio and abs ... it seems like the men like me skinny anyway and that's fine with me.
That night on my way to work I thought more about Mikey and what exactly I wanted. I guess I just wanted someone to talk to to confide in who would just listen and not judge and who would understand me. Plus he was cute and had a super tight body and pouty lips which um I wanted to kiss.
To be continued ...
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