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This part and the next ones are all in her words. They are about 99% accurate – it was so wild to hear I have it all committed to memory. I didn’t add much –again, it was just too stunning to hear.

“The second day started the same way. I knew what the drill was – we were going out to find men. Men for me to fuck. All I didn't know was what the process of picking men up would be.

We started to the beach, me in the skimpiest bathing suite ever, getting those same looks as I walked through the lobby. My customer actually held my hand as if we really were husband and wife – and that threw me! I was ok being paid to fuck him and others, and even role paying is wife, but holding hands like we were married, now it was starting to feel strange, like I was his wife and he was getting off seeing his wife get fucked! I had to keep reminding myself I was doing a job, getting paid for my services!

We got to the beach, stripped, and we walked down the beach. He then told me the assignment – to pick some up while he was with me. I had to do it with my husband present.

As we were walking together, we saw the guy from yesterday - my first guy of the weekend. He was with three other friends, and I looked at my customer and he smiled. He didn't have to say anything; my next customers were here. Not bragging, but I think he was looking for me. He came up and said hi, introduced his friends and we all did some small talk. It was a bit weird as they all had suits on, and here I am standing with five guys clothed and me the only one naked – and knowing what was going to happen in a few minutes.

My customer pulled on my hand, and I took that as a sign to get this started. I looked at the guy from yesterday and said, “Did you tell your fiends about our little adventure yesterday?” All the guys smiled and I knew he had. I looked at all of them and said, anyone want to get what your friend got yesterday? “, I said in my sl*ttiest tone, and felt a bit in power as the four just nodded. We started toward our room, and my customer– the one who paid for all this – told us to head up – he’d be along in a bit. I explained to my next group of men that he liked to watch – a lot!.

So, once again, I walked through the lobby, this time with four young men in tow, all trying to hide their very hard cocks. If the people in the lobby didn’t know yesterday that I was taking men to be fucked upstairs, they certainly knew now!.

I got to the room, and they came at me like I was lunch! They stripped me, threw me on the bed, and went to work. Within seconds I had one cock in my mouth, two in my hand and after a quick few fingers, a cock in my pussy. They weren’t as big as the black guys last night, but they were big enough . And just big enough to fill my ass more than once!

My customer came in just as they were trying to put two dicks in my pussy! Thank goodness we did that before – I knew how to move to get them in. Actually, I don’t think they cared if I could do it, they just did it and hoped for the best. As those two dicks got into my pussy and I yelled for them to fuck the shit out t me, one of the guys looked at my customer and said. “Jeez ,dude, you are one fucking lucky man!”. She ‘s like a professional the way she fucks”. My customer just smiled; in between my orgasms all I could think is only they knew! And – I liked hearing I was a professional! I always knew I could be!!

The boys left and I feel asleep for a few hours and I was awoken by a telephone call. I grabbed the phone and it was my customer. He asked if I as ready; I said for what? He said, clean yourself up, I’m sending two more guys upstairs. Then he hung up the phone.

Within ten minutes, two strangers walked in. They said hi, and I did as well, and they looked at me. I simply said who wants to fuck? That was it - they didn't wait – they walked in, grabbed me, threw me to the bed and began to fuck. There weren’t any introductions. They took me any way they wanted – ass, mouth, dp’d, you name it. I took facials from both of them. When they were getting dressed, and I was laying there, exhausted, one of them took out his wallet and pulled out a 100 dollar bill. I kind of gasped, because this wasn't part of the deal. Did my customer sell me? Was I real call girl? The guy looked at me and stopped. He said, hey lady, I’m sorry. I was told to leave this here. In fact, the guy downstairs gave me this to leave for you.

Now I got it. My customer was playing the idea of selling his wife, but in reality he was paying for that little scenario. I kind of smiled and the two guys left. I took a quick shower when the phone rang again. It was my customer who simply said “ You ready”. We were down that road again. But this time, I changed the game a bit. I told him, Yea, send them up but tell them no talking, Just come in and fuck! My customer said ok and within ten or fifteen minutes another two men walked in, just took of their clothes and started fucking me. No words, no names, nothing,. I was a paid for piece of fuck meat – and because I controlled it, I loved every damn minute of it!! The idea of being sold by your husband and being a cheap wh*r* really got me off. It always did!

Another two guys came later – singles, not together. I started thinking this was like a brothel. You had a room and men just walked in and out. I really started to think this type of sex life could work for me as well..

As the last guy left, the phone and and it was my customer again. He said I was done for that part of the day. I was thinking I couldn’t take much more. In my head I added up how many different men I had sex with: it was 15! I had sex with 15 different men is less than36 hours. I didn’t think I had sex with fifteen different people in my entire life –and here I had done it in a day and half!"

And she then continued with the rest of Day 2 and the remainder of the trip - and we hadn't gotten to why the invite to a ten men gangbang...