On the game 3

If you have just caught this life experience of mine. My name is Isabella or Izzy as I am known. I got drawn into prostitution for over a year and half.

When my mother found out I was on the game she hit the roof. When she found out I was mostly servicing Asian men she hit low orbit. My precious mother is one of those women who pretends they aren't something they are. You know the type, their favorite saying is "I'm not racist, but." It's the 'but' that tells you they are, because the 'but' will always be the start of a racist based comment.
I was called a slapper, and slag, a scrubber. I thought "yes mother, I am all of those, but unlike you I don't try to hide what I am" I tried to reason, to justify, then I just said it as it was. I told her. "I fucking hate what I am doing mother, but you know what. I can pay my fucking bills and not have the worry of debt collectors at my door"

I was taken by Hassan to the flat the next evening. I had lost count how many Asian men had fucked me by then, probably hundreds, but who cared? After a few months of being on the game I was getting used to it. I loved the amount of money I could make. I was making over £600 a week, and that felt like a fortune. That involved screwing twenty men to arrive at that figure, but I was that used to it by then it was easy. I can honestly say I was never attracted to a single one, but I had stopped over-thinking that sort of thing. It was just sex and money. If you had asked me three month previous "Would you become a prostitute" I would have laughed and said "No" but here I was screwing Pakistani and Bangladeshi men for wads of cash.

Hassan told me he wanted me to be available more often. At the time I was usually on the game two evenings, or occasionally three per week. He wanted me there during the day as well. He claimed some men who were married found it more convenient during the day. He was being asked if 'Shehed' (My professional name Hassan gave me) was available and he was having to say 'No' which was getting him annoyed. I reluctantly agreed. Hassan also changed the way I was to dress. He felt the school uniform idea wasn't right and he just wanted me to dress casually, but with a short skirt. I was still banned from wearing any underwear.

I had three men that evening but Hassan wouldn't take me home. He told me I had a special client the next day and I was to stay. I felt like I was being taken hostage and it was a turn for the worse, but I agreed to stay. I ordered a takeaway and Hassan went home leaving me to sleep at the flat that night. Staying wasn't a big deal since everything I needed was there. Toiletries, spare clothes, there was a local shop nearby and a bakery. it was manageable, I didn't like sleeping in the bed I used for sex though. I usually just had a protective mattress cover on it when I had sex, it protected the mattress from male cum, but even changing that and making it properly with fresh bedding still didn't make it feel comfortable.

We spent part of the night chatting and he suggested I gave up my flat 15 miles away and rent this one instead off him. I totally dismissed that idea, but unknown to me a few months later things would overtake me.

Hassan returned around midday. At around 1pm a taxi pulled up outside. The driver parked up and knocked on the door. It was my first client of the day. I was wondering who was going to come through the door this time. Hassan let him in and the usual Asian welcome between them of handshaking and hugging took place. They knew each other, which to be honest in a close knit community wasn't exactly uncommon. The guy was about fifty which I found was the average age of the men who sought sex. Pakistani, Completely unattractive and ugly looking, fifty looking seventy, greasy looking black hair, overweight, and not the nicest smelling. Many Asian's have a very strong body odor due to the food they eat. I couldn't really get used to that. I found it hard to deal with at times, but business was business and I knew what was expected of me. Not many words were spoken. The guy looked at me and the money changed hands.

"This is 'Shehed' who I told you about" Hassan told him as he took the money. "She's all yours to do as you please. "

I was led into the bedroom. Hassan turned up the seductive Asian music he liked to play in the flat to drown out the sex noise we were going to be making, and the bedroom door was closed behind me. I mentally switched off the hard wiring that tells you only to make love to a man you fancy, and began to kiss him.

"I have been dreaming of a man like you" I told him. Like I told a hundred prior to get him in the mood.

"Have you baby" he replied. "You love Pakistani men do you"?

"Oh I do, I am so turned on by Pakistani's, you know how to treat a woman" I told him.

" I'm going to give you a good fucking" he told me.

"Oh yes please" I whispered as I kissed him again.

I was told to get on my knees and suck him off.

He dropped his pants and I went down in front of him, took his brown Paki cock in my mouth. It tasted horrible, stale cum and he had probably had it up his wife since he last washed it. But I was there to do a job and I did it.

"Ummmmm. tastes good" I told him.

I sucked him until he decided he wanted my cunt.

We undressed and on the bed I went. He just wanted to get inside me and empty his balls. I spread my legs wide so he could see what his £40 had bought and I was mounted. I was getting shagged by the ugliest Paki I had been prostituted with. I used to use a little lubricating jelly when I was with a client, I mean lets be honest, I wasn't particularly going to get turned on, although one or two Paki men did get me quite wet. I needed a lot with this guy because I felt so dry. I felt the usual pressure on the vaginal wall you get when a man's cock is being forced inside, and up he went.

"Is this what you wanted baby" he asked.

"Oh fuck yeah" I replied. "It feels so good, give it to me."

We went at it for a good ten minutes before he cum. The noise of the bed creaking drowned out Hassan's seductive music. The metal frame hitting the wall would have woken the dead. I had grown very good at detaching myself from the situation of being screwed by random men. I really wanted this to be over though because I felt repulsed by his looks. He'd stop fucking and kiss me, I thought 'please just finish'
My vagina was a sloppy mess when he had done. I felt horrible having that ugly brutes semen inside me.

He left the bedroom and I heard him tell Hassan he would use me again. Don't rush back I thought.