Currently, I work in one of the world's oldest profession -- -- possibly the oldest. I work as a prostitute at a legal brothel in Northern Nevada. While I am one of the oldest 'girls' at this brothel, I am also one of the newest workers to provide the sexual services desired by a man. My earlier two work periods totaled five weeks. This third work period will be approximately three weeks when I leave tomorrow.
Many of my parties have been 15 or 30 minutes in length -- quick in, quick ejaculation, and quick out -- as a male rod rubs the inside of my female cylinder. But some of my parties have been one hour and even longer. While the men typically have been sexually satisfied during their parties, I have seldom been completely aroused. Frequently, my body is being used only for the man's pleasure. But the brothel business is a service business -- -- a 'girl' providing service for a man's equipment.
But the money at the brothel is much better then my salary as a clerk at a big box discount store in Texas. During these eight weeks, I have had approximately two to four parties per day. My cunt has been extensively used.
Most of the men have only one party with me, but several men have had two or more parties. In My Diary I have a brief record of the parties, but after a while the men's faces and what they said fade.
But I remember the sexual penetrations longer -- especially the cocks that pleased me -- -- and a few cock that were too large for my female cylinder. I also remember some of the unique and unusual parties.
However, I have had more parties with a special gentlemen -- Garrett plans to be at the brothel tomorrow for another party. Earlier during this work period, he had his fifth party with me. Tomorrow will be his sixth party. He is becoming a nice friend -- even a special friend; and he really knows how to pleasure me with his manhood. What type of future will we have? Separate? Together? As the saying goes: "Only time will tell."
Afternoon -- Last Full Day
I just completed my lunch about 1:15 pm. Tomorrow afternoon, I will be leaving the brothel for a vacation. My recent three weeks working at the brothel have been very successful financially -- I will not need to return to the big box discount store and work as a store clerk. I will be able to have an actual vacation and relax at my apartment in Texas.
For many minutes, I think about my life -- -- my life in two completely different worlds. In Texas, I have worked at a big box store and live in a small apartment. I have some relatives who live in other states. In Texas, I have some distant friends but only three close girl friends who know that I work at a ranch Nevada. But they have never asked me about any specifics of my ranch work.
My best friend, Marsha, from high school has worked at this brothel. But she goes by the name of Brenda, when working. We were both at this brothel recently -- but not this time. But we keep in contact using emails -- and sometimes cards and letters are exchanged.
For many months since my divorce, I was not involved with any man. But, just before coming to Nevada this time, I had a casual date with a man -- restaurant meal and a movie. Back in my apartment, we had some dessert and watched television. Through the fabric of my clothing, he cupped and gently squeezed a breast. And we kissed. Years ago, when I was a teen age girl, we called it petting. Actually, it was very light petting. He left about midnight and said to let him know when I would be back home.
He actually wanted more -- a lot more. He wanted penetration -- but I was not willing, on the first date, to take his cock inside me to pay for a meal and a movie. Not when I knew that other men would soon be paying big dollars, at the brothel, so they could rent my body and enjoy my special female flesh.
I also think about my life and work at the brothel. Wearing revealing clothing, stripping for a man, and being very intimate for the sexual pleasure of a man -- -- a complete stranger. But the money paid for my sexual services is excellent. Most of my parties have been 15 or 30 minutes, but some have been longer. I have had different condom covered cocks in my mouth and/or cunt -- usually two to four per day. It does not matter to me the color of a man's cock; as long as his money is green, or his debit card is adequate, or his credit card is approved. But size does matter -- a few times a large sized erect cock has hurt my cunt.
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The bell rings -- my thoughts about my life in Texas and in Nevada are over. A man wants a line up of available 'girls'. Hopefully, he will select me.
In the hallway, leading to the lobby, I join four other 'girls' who are available. Boobs, genitals, and legs are covered with a variety of clothing: opaque gowns, leather dresses, thigh high hose, and shoes with heels.
I am wearing my day time brothel uniform: an opaque reddish - orange gown with matching thong panties, and medium high heel shoes. Black thigh high hose and some jewelry completes my outfit. My lipstick is a reddish - orange color. The gown has a plunging neck line -- my boobs are partially covered. Only their shape is evident, but not the details. The valley between my breasts is visible along with some rounded female flesh. The gown's plunge ends a few inches above my navel. The bottom of the gown ends about four inches above my knees, a side slit extends upward and almost reaches my rounded bottom. This gown can be quickly removed.
The Shift Manager asks us to enter. She says: "This gentlemen is Brian. He would like to have a short party. Please introduce yourself."
When it is my turn, I take one step forward and say: "Kitty." Then step back into the line.
For several minutes, the man looks at each of us. He appears to be looking primarily at the first 'girl' in the line. Then he quickly passes over me, and appears to be focusing his attention on the 'girl' at the other end of the line. Then he looks at me, and smiles. Our eyes meet.
"I would like to discuss a party with the 'girl' wearing the reddish - orange gown. I believe she said her name is Kitty." Brian says.
I smile and walk toward him, as he stands. Hand in hand, I lead him down the hallway to my room. And close the door.
He looks around the room. Then says: "It is a nice room. And adequate for a fifteen minute party -- brief hand job, blow job, and cow girl intercourse. What is the price?"
I quote a price thirty dollars above the house minimum. But we negotiate for a minute or so, and settle for the house minimum. Brian turns toward the table lamp -- and drops his pants and shorts. I get on my knees and closely examine his flaccid penis, balls, and surrounding area. I am satisfied that he is free of any disease.
He gives me the money. I leave and book the party with the Shift Manager, then return to my room. Brian is already completely naked and is standing in the adjoining bathroom. He has taken a quick shower and is drying his body.
He looks at me and says: "Strip, Kitty."
He walks into my bedroom / work room and sits down on a towel that is covering the chair and looks at me. I face him and strip, completely.
"You have nice boobs. And I like your neatly trimmed pussy hair. A nice package of female flesh -- -- -- I believe that I will enjoy your naked body. Please turn around, slowly."
As I turn, he says: "I like your S shape figure. Nice boobs. Nice ass."
As he looks at my back, Brian says: "You have an especially nice ass."
Now facing him, I say: "Thank you for those pleasing words. I am glad that you like what you see."
Brian looks at me and says: "Soon, I expect to very much like what I am feeling."
Brian looks at my boobs and neatly trimmed pussy hair as he spreads his legs. His flaccid penis and hair covered balls are completely exposed.
"On your knees -- put some lub on my penis and give me a brief hand job. Then dress my erection in a condom and suck my cock for about five minutes."
In less then a minute, his once flaccid penis has become a cock. A large, long, hard, and rigid cock.
"Suck it, Baby. Suck it. Get me harder. I want you to really feel my cock when we are fucking."
