I had to leave home at a young age because my mom kept fighting with me. My mother is so jealous of me because all her boyfriends look at me. I am beautiful to my mom’s boyfriends. They always want to see in my short, and they tell my mother how beautiful I am. My mother gets so upset whenever her boyfriend’s show her that I am beautiful, it makes her gets so fucking angry. I have the worst relationship with this demon of a woman she has been fucking in front of me forever now she’s jealous because her boyfriends are looking at me I’m getting bored with fucking her. My mother tells me that I am such a fucking whore she says that I don’t deserve a good man because I am a bad girl. I had to leave her house because I felt like we were going to hurt each other badly. I decided that I had to do something for money, so I started working on the streets. At the time that I started working on the streets, I had high hope to get to America, where I could make money and shine. I met this guy on the beach he was old about 76 years old, but I could tell that he had money. I walked in front of him and blocked his son I said to him do you want to feel happy today and he smiled. I knew when I saw his smile that I had gotten him and I feel so glad. He invited me to his hotel room where I didn’t take any time at all. I started to massage his back, so I could get him relaxed you know. He kept telling me how beautiful I was and that he would give me whatever I want, I knew how to play the game well, so I know how to please him. I understand that I lived in a developing country and foreigners Americans and Europeans helped people like me and changed my life. I knew how important it was to play the game now I’m in America like I wanted to be. My friend he is so giving the first night that I spent with him I sucked his cock I let him spray his cum load into my face giving me a facial. I ate his asshole out, and he loved that. I pampered him because I wanted him to know that I will give him the best. My lover gave me $2,000 that night. For me, $2,000 was more money then I could make in 6 months begging on the streets. Every time that we got together I made sure to fulfill all of his fantasies so that he could be my ticket to America. Now that I’m in America living the sweet life I appreciate men who take care of me and I make their fantasies come true. I don’t have any limits; limits are not for working girls like me limits another kind of girl.
The best thing about being a slut to me is feeling used for pleasure. Like some kind of toy that is easily thrown away. I didn’t realize this except a little while ago. I met up with this man I talked to online and I went to his place to fuck. He loves taken pictures of his cum leaking out of pussies he had them all over the wall. I loved staring at them as he was fucking me. Of course I wanted to be on that wall. I begged to be on the wall next. He came in my pussy snapped a pic of his little creampie and threw a towel at me. He told me to consider it was gift and walked off. He didn’t come back to the room, I sat there and I felt dirty. I realized he had no intention of seeing me again and I loved it. I was a conquest and nothing more. I left his place without seeing him again, and a little bit closer to the whore I am today.
