I learned the value of hard work from my parents, and it wasn’t until I was a teenager that I realized just how hard they struggled to support our family. My father is a machinist who works the night shift in a small factory in our little town, not too far from the city of Atlanta. He even takes extra shifts sometimes to help earn more overtime. He sleeps during the day and is at work at night, so I never get to see him much, except on weekends.
My name is Wendi, and my mother is the resident manager of a small, low-priced motel in town, and she works from early morning and late into the evening until all the anticipated guests have arrived and are checked in. Then she’s on call most of the night. She even provides maid service in the rooms part of the time to save money. She also taught me how to change the beds and clean the rooms when I was only twelve years old, and that’s how I earn my spending money. The one major benefit we have with her working there is that we live rent-free in a small cottage behind the motel.
I never paid much attention to the comings and goings of our motel guests, at least not until I took a civics class in the spring of my sophomore year in high school, just after I turned sixteen years old. We were encouraged to read the newspaper to keep up with current events, and that’s when I noticed the almost daily articles in the Atlanta papers regarding teen prostitution and the pimps who sometimes abused those girls. Those stories described how they prostituted the girls in cheap motels and other places. I learned that Atlanta is one of the most active places for teen prostitution in the country.
Our motel is two stories, with sixteen rooms on the front side facing the highway, and another sixteen in the back, facing our cottage. I had never thought of our motel as being sleazy or anything, but after reading those articles I started paying more attention to the guests. I noticed what looked like teenage girls, my age or older, with grown men checking into some of the rooms on the back side. I had a good vantage point to watch from my bedroom window, and there seemed to be a lot of men coming and going from those rooms during the night.
One day soon after that I showed my mother several of the articles and explained what I had seen going on in the rooms on the back side. I asked her if she thought we had pimps using our rooms for prostitution. She sighed and looked at me like she had dreaded the day when I would ask her about our guests.
Then she said, “Wendi, I try to mind my own business, and I don’t ask our guests why they're staying with us. We’re just barely making ends meet, and I welcome any guests who pay cash to stay here, so long as I don’t see or hear of anything amiss going on. The men usually request the rooms in the back, probably so their cars and movements won’t be seen from the street. I can’t see what’s going on back there from the office.”
So, there it was. Mom almost admitted to me that we had questionable activity going on at the motel. For some reason I was very intrigued about teen prostitution, and I started reading every article that I could find on the subject and doing internet research as well. I learned that those teenage girls could sometimes earn one thousand dollars or more in one night, but the pimps kept most of the money and placated the girls by keeping them high on drugs. The girls I see at our motel don’t look that young either, and the articles said that most of them are over the age of consent, which is sixteen in Georgia. Of course, prostitution is a misdemeanor in all the states, except for special areas in Nevada.
I am a smart girl and was planning to go to college. I came to the realization that my parents would never be able to afford to help me with those expenses. I worked as a maid in the motel, but I couldn’t really earn that much doing that. And after my conversation with Mom, I began to realize that she usually asked me to just change the sheets and clean the rooms on the front side of the motel. I was determined to clean some of the rooms in the back, so I could get a better idea of what's going on there.
It was my routine that I would clean any rooms that had been vacated from the night before, and early enough that I could clean them before going to school. So, the next morning I got up extra early and left Mom a note in the linen closet saying that I had gone to clean the rooms in the back. I knew from watching that three of those rooms had been used the night before, and they were vacated by about 3:00 am when I heard the cars leave. That was a sure sign to me that those rooms weren’t being used for sleeping.
When I entered the first room, I was hit with the smell of marijuana and stale beer from several spilled bottles. I was a virgin at that time, and had no sexual experience with boys, although I had completed the sex education class in school. I didn’t immediately recognize another unusual smell, mixed with the aroma of stale pussy juice. I sniffed around the room and the smell led me to the bed, where I discovered numerous areas on the sheets with partially dried, opaque, fluids of some kind. I got down real close to touch and breathe in the aroma, and that’s when it dawned on me that it must be semen, sperm, and pussy juice stains from the men fucking those girls the previous night.
The realization that I was touching and breathing in the remnants from those girls being fucked was an instant turn on for me. I could almost visualize those older men fucking the teen girls, right where I was sitting on the bed. And I knew from the stains, they had to be fucking the girls bareback, and flooding their pussies with cum. You might think I’m a little sick in the head, but I even licked some of the wetter stains to get a taste of their fluids.
My pussy was very wet and tingly as I changed the bedding and cleaned each of those three rooms. I could hardly believe the number of fuck-slop stains on those beds and knew that those girls were fucked many times. I finished up and caught the school bus, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw, smelled and tasted in those rooms. I had matured a lot at around the time I turned sixteen and knew that I'm just as pretty and have an even better body than those other girls and could easily attract men.
I’m five feet and six inches tall and weigh around one hundred and fifteen pounds. My hair is shoulder-length and light-brown, which contrasts beautifully with my grayish-green, doe-eyes which make me look innocent. I also have full and firm DD-cup breasts, which are big for my age, and my ass is a perfect, protruding heart shape. I had even developed a prominent pubis and thick labia that gives me a big camel toe.
All I could think about all day in school is how much money those girls were making for their pimps, even though they didn’t get to keep much of it. I started thinking that I could easily use my pretty, innocent look and luscious body like that to make money for college. But there had to be a better way than having to fuck so many men, and then have so little to show for it after the pimps took it. On the bus ride home from school, it finally hit me.
It seemed from my observations that those pimps would take one or two girls into a motel room, and then must have used either phone or internet contacts to attract men to the room. That’s why the girls had to fuck so many men in one night. I was thinking that I could attract men by advertising on Craigslist or some other website. Then when I agreed to meet with them, I would tell them to come to our motel and check in to one of the rooms in the back, and I would join them there.
I would let the men assume that I was being managed by a pimp, to provide a little more safety, but in reality, I could watch from home as they arrived, and then go to their rooms. That would generate more business for the motel, and my parents wouldn’t be around to see me going back and forth to the rooms. I figured that even if I arranged an average of only two men a night, five nights a week, then I could make plenty of money. I needed to do some research to learn how much I could reasonably charge, but I had a sense that a girl my age with my looks and body could command a high rate.
Some of the men that I observed going into the rooms with the girls looked dirty, mangy, and rough looking. I decided that if I was going to prostitute myself, I would focus on finding middle-aged, married men who are clean, upstanding citizens in every way, except for their hunger for some teen pussy. I knew from my research that wives sometimes lose interest in sex in their forties, and that’s why some men in their forties and older seek out prostitutes in the first place.
So, I began reading the postings in the personals section of Craigslist and looking for hookup websites. I wanted to see how the pimps or individual girls worded their postings to attract customers, without making it too obvious that they were offering themselves for sex for money. At the same time, I knew that I had to do something about getting birth control pills, because I was sure that I wanted the men to fuck me bareback. I couldn’t let my mother know what I was planning, so I went to a free women’s clinic in town and got a prescription for the pills.
I finally found a good hookup website that focused on getting older men and teenage girls together for sex. I got a lot of good ideas reading the postings, and I especially enjoyed looking at the pictures of nude, mature men and the teen girls they were contacting. I loved looking at those big cocks and big, hairy balls, and some men even posted photos of them fucking girls or ejaculating. I knew from looking at the photos of the girls, that I'm prettier and better built than most of them. The online chat feature on the site made it easy to talk with the men. The only problem with that site is that people from all over the country are members, so there are few men from the Atlanta area looking to meet.
It became clear to me that I would need to use Craigslist to find a large and diverse pool of men from my area to choose from. My plan was to make an initial contact on Craigslist, and then give them my Yahoo messenger address so we could talk more easily. I decided that I would use the titillating alias name of Candy when communicating with the men, and I set up a new Yahoo account to use for that purpose.
Two weeks had passed since I decided to become a prostitute and since I started on the pill. That was time for my birth control pills to become effective, and I started experimenting with finding a man to fuck. One early evening after school I started my search and thought it would be less risky to start out by looking for postings from men on Craigslist who were looking for a teen girl to meet with, rather than posting my own ad. I read many dozens of postings from men in my area, and finally found one that met my criteria. His ad stated that his name is Dave, and he's a middle-aged married man who wasn’t getting the sex he needed at home, and he was looking to meet with a legal-aged teen girl that he could pamper and have sex with.
My hands were shaking as I responded to the posting. I wanted to entice him as much as I could with my first response, so I said, “Hi, Dave, my name is Candy, and I’m looking for a man just like you. I’m sixteen years old and still a virgin, and I want to find a special, mature man to be my first lover and to teach me everything about sex. I’m a little nervous, so maybe we can exchange some photos and emails to get to know one another a little before I decide if we should meet. If you're interested, please contact me at my private email address (xxxxxxxxx.com)."
After I pressed the send button, I sat there nervously wondering when he would respond, or if he would answer me at all. It was scary to be contacting a complete stranger that way. I focused on doing my homework to help me calm down a little, while watching my Yahoo account for a new message. Only fifteen minutes later I got his reply. There was a picture of a very fit and well toned man wearing a tight t-shirt and loose athletic shorts. His face was partially blurred, but I saw that he had a full head of graying hair.
His message said, “Nice to meet you, Candy, and I must say that you sound perfect for me too. This is the first time I’ve tried to do anything like this, and I’m nervous too. I would enjoy chatting with you and getting to know you. Would you please send me a picture?”
I had numerous photos of myself on my computer, some clothed and some nude. One was a recent photo that I took of myself in my white bikini that I wore the previous summer, and it was especially tight and skimpy on me since my body had become better developed. My hard nipples and puffy areolas were plainly visible in the skimpy top, and my DD breasts were bulging out all over. The bottom was also tight, and it was easy to see my very prominent camel toe.
I quickly photoshopped the picture to blur my face, and sent it to him with the following response, “Thanks for your quick reply, Dave, I’m looking forward to getting to know you. I really like your photo. You look very fit and younger than a middle-aged man. I have attached a recent photo of myself to give you an idea of what I look like. I would love to see an even more revealing photo of you since I’ve never seen a naked boy or man before.”
His reply didn’t come for about ten minutes, and I thought that I might have scared him away or something. Then his message appeared and there was a nude photo of him. I assumed that he had just taken the picture on his cell phone. It showed him sitting in a desk chair, with his pants and underwear down. His cock is uncircumcised, thick, and even soft looked to be maybe seven inches long. His balls are the size of plums and hung over on edge of the chair in his low-hanging, hairy scrotum. My pussy instantly got wet looking at that huge cock and those massive balls.
His message read, “I took this one just for you, Candy. I will send you another one with my cock hard, after you send me a more revealing picture of yourself.”
I had another picture of myself totally nude, that I had taken in the mirror. It was from the neck down, and showed the neatly-trimmed, light-brown hair on my thick labia, and my huge, pendulous breasts. I quickly sent it to him with the message, “Oh my, Dave, your cock and balls are so huge. I can’t wait to see it hard. Here’s another one of me that leaves nothing to the imagination.”
His reply was quicker that time, and I soon saw his cock hard, at what had to be over nine inches long. It was even thicker than before, and has a huge cock head, and looked like it was leaking a clear fluid. He was holding it in his left hand, and his fingers just barely overlapped around the shaft.
His message read, “This is all hard juicy for you, Candy. I’ve never in my life seen a more gorgeous body, especially on a girl your age. There’s plenty more juice here for you too. And that reminds me to ask, are you on birth control, sweetie, or will I need to wear a condom when we meet?”
I knew from my research that many men liked to fuck girls bareback, and it turned them on thinking about inseminating an unprotected girl, even if they probably would not want to be responsible for impregnating her. So, I wanted to entice him further.
I messaged him back saying, “Holy shit, Dave, you won’t have any problem taking my cherry with that monster cock of yours. And no, Dave, I’m not on any kind of birth control, at least not yet. But I want you to fuck me bareback and flood my teen pussy with your big load of man cum. I think I’m in the safe part of my cycle, and I really want to feel your fuck juices squirt inside of me.”
After getting the initial introductions and photos out of the way, we messaged one another for over an hour. I let him know that I wanted to think about him and all we talked about and hoped to be able to chat with him the next night. He let me know that he would teach me the best he could, and that he really likes oral sex of any kind too. I didn’t know anything about oral sex, but it sounded so naughty. When I finally went into my bedroom, I watched the pimps and prostitutes going into and out of the motel rooms, and then masturbated myself to two big orgasms before falling asleep, thinking that it would soon be me fucking in those rooms.
I could hardly wait to contact Dave the following evening, and I let him know that I wanted to meet with him. I told him my requirement that he come to the motel and request a room on the ground floor in the back. I said that I would be watching from a car at a nearby hidden location and would come to the room when I saw him enter it.
We talked about what I would charge, and I let him know that I thought two hundred dollars would be a fair price to start for a normal session. However, on our first meeting, I said the charge would be five hundred dollars since he would be experiencing the thrill of taking my virginity. I thought it was a special thing for a teenage girl to let a middle-aged man take her cherry, and I wanted to be paid for it. He agreed to everything, and we made plans to meet the next night at 7:00 pm.
The next day after school I was a nervous wreck while trying to do my homework and waiting for 7:00 pm to come. I guessed that those prostitutes I had seen probably didn’t practice good hygiene, and I wanted to differentiate myself by being very clean and fresh for him. I took a long shower at about 6:15 pm, and put on a tight t-shirt and some tight, stretch shorts that really accentuate my figure.
It was still too early for the pimps to arrive, so I knew when I saw a black SUV pull around to the back of the motel that it must be Dave. I watched as he got out of his car and looked around, probably trying to see if he could spot me in a car. I waited until he was in the room, and not peeking out of the curtains, before I made the short walk across the parking lot. I was nervous and trembling with anticipation as I knocked quietly on the door. He almost immediately opened the door, and I was impressed with the familiar-looking, ruggedly handsome man standing in front of me.
He took my hand and closed the door before saying, “I’m so pleased that you showed up, Candy, since some girls make plans like this and never show up. And my goodness, you are as beautiful as I hoped you would be.”
After seeing him in the full light of the room, I was shocked. Dave is the football coach and a history teacher at my high school. I recognized him, but I never had a class with him, and he didn’t seem to recognize me from our passing infrequently in the halls. The really freaky thing is that I know his daughter, Katy, who is a junior at our big high school. That put the whole age-difference issue into perspective and made me want to fuck him even more.
I kept my composure and responded, “I wasn’t so sure you would come here either, Dave, so I’m really happy to see you. You're a really good-looking man too. I’m very nervous about doing this for the first time, so how do we get started?”
Dave hugged me with one arm and reached into his pocket with the other. Then he handed me five, crisp one hundred dollar bills and said, “Well, the first thing you always need to do is collect your money. Men are much more willing to pay you before they have sex than afterwards. Tuck that away and we can go over to the bed and get started. I want us to take our time since this is a first for both of us. I’ve never cheated on my wife before. I’m going to make sure that we have plenty of oral sex and other foreplay before I take that sweet cherry of yours.”
We pulled back the covers and sat on the sheets, and I was surprised when he leaned in to kiss me. I had never had a passionate kiss even with a boy, and he pushed his long tongue into my mouth, as I responded to him the same way. He rubbed my breasts, back, thighs and ass and then gripped the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it up above my breasts. Then he broke our kiss and I pulled my t-shirt all the way off as he weighed and rubbed my big breasts in his hands. He pushed me back on the bed, and began sucking my nipples and areolas.
He was humping himself against my leg as he said, “Holy fuck, girl, your breasts are so big and firm. My wife has small, saggy tits, and these are just amazing. Now let’s get a look at that that fat pussy of yours.”
He was lying at my side and kept sucking my breasts as he pushed down and removed my shorts. The he ran his hand down across my hairy pubis and pushed two fingers into my very wet pussy. Then he said, “I’ve got to get a taste of this virgin pussy, and then I’ll teach you a little more about oral sex.”
Dave moved down between my legs and pulled them over his shoulders before closing his arms around my thighs to hold me in place. He covered my wet labia with his mouth and began sucking and licking me there. I loved the nastiness of him putting his mouth on my pussy, the same place I pissed from. He finally focused his sucking on my clitoris, while at the same time fingering me and feeling my hymen. I soon had my first orgasm of the evening and was twisting and humping myself against his face.
He pulled away and said, “What a juicy and tasty pussy you have, Candy, and I felt with my fingers that you were telling the truth about being a virgin. Your hymen is there, but it isn’t as complete as it once was. You shouldn’t have much pain or bleeding at all from it. I can hardly believe that I had a girl a year younger than my own daughter cumming in my mouth. Now, let’s give you a chance to taste me.”
He pulled away and removed his pants, underwear, and t-shirt. His naked body smelled so musky and looked so good, and his big cock looked like it was about half-hard. He turned me onto my left side as he turned around facing the other way on his right side. Then he said, “We can both enjoy oral sex at the same time this way. It’s called sixty-nine, and I think you’ll enjoy it.”
Dave moved in to suck my pussy again, as he lifted my right leg over and behind his head. Then he shifted his crotch in against my face, as he swung his left leg over my head. I looked at his thick cock head and oozing foreskin for a few seconds, just to take in the sensual pleasure of being so close to a man’s cock for the first time. His musky, hairy balls were hanging down his thigh onto the bed, and he pushed his hips closer as I opened my mouth and tasted him. The rubbery foreskin felt so wonderful and tasty in my mouth, and I instinctively began sucking his cock head and a few inches of his then-hard shaft.
He started slowly thrusting his shaft into my mouth as I humped my pussy against his mouth. We were holding one another tightly, locked in an erotic embrace of oral copulation, and it seemed so nasty, but at the same time so exciting and natural.
After what seemed like five minutes, he pulled away from my swollen pussy to say, “I’m getting close, darlin’, and I want my first load to be in that tight, virgin cunt of yours. Suck on my balls for a few minutes while I calm down a little.”
He pulled his huge, hard cock out of my mouth and I leaned down past his shaft, taking one of his testicles into my mouth. His scrotum is hairy and was a little sweaty, and I was immediately turned on feeling his big ball as I swirled it around in my mouth, feeling the shape and texture of it with my tongue. He was sure giving me a quick introduction to having oral sex, and I couldn’t imagine how it could get any better or nastier than sucking one another’s genitals that way. That’s when Dave moved his arm and pulled my leg down towards my body. That tilted my genital area farther towards him, fully exposing my ass, and I felt his mouth and tongue licking my ass crack.
I stopped sucking his testicle for a moment and said, “Wait, Dave, I think you’re accidently sucking my ass now. You might not want to do that.”
He stopped for a minute and said, “Oh, sweetie, I’m not about to pass up an opportunity to suck a young, virgin ass as sweet as yours. Just enjoy it, honey, and you can do the same for me, but only if you want to.”
When he resumed sucking my ass, he rolled me on top of him and pushed both of my legs under me and forward with his arms. That spread out my ample ass and allowed it to cover his face. He licked and sucked my crack for a few seconds, until he began to suck and tongue-fuck my asshole. I had never heard of anything so dirty, but it was so erotic and felt so good having him suck me that way. I was so turned on that I decided to try sucking his ass.
With me on top, I was easily able to pull both of his legs back behind my arms. He sensed that I was going to try it, and he tilted his hips, so I could begin sucking him below his balls. I was sucking on a bulging piece of flesh between his balls and asshole that I have since learned is called a perineum. Men are very sensitive there and the more I sucked him the harder and more fervently he sucked my ass. I soon had the courage to move down a little farther and tongue the hairy star of his asshole. I tongued and sucked his hole, as well as licking and sucking as much of his crack as I could. He seemed very clean, just like I was, and there was only a slight metallic taste that added to the nastiness of it.