Gang bang

Well, the gang bang's been and gone. It was hard work made easy by my boyfriend being there for free. Finishing the bang with him inside me made us feel really close. Enough of the soppy, you probably want details... well... there were only four men there in the end including my better half but a surprising number of people rang AFTER the event to ask if they could join in! One of them was young and fairly attractive, one was old and a bit droopy in all senses of the word and one was old and obsessed with me to the point of being creepy.

BBC3 approached me about making a documentary! How excitement-filled :)

Time off

Sorry, I've had time off to catch up with uni work. Back today though and hopefully with more regular updates - although I've been approached to contribute to a magazine, how exciting!

Pet hate

We both saw people today that rimmed us - luckily only Susan's man tried to snog her afterwards and spent ages slobbering bumhole juice over her face. Mine merely had the smallest willy in the world that stayed soft for ages. Then, while I was sucking him off, he got hard and came pretty much at the same time then went soft again. Most confusing!

Cheques

Mister Addams pays by cheque and always has done but this last one - £280 - has bounced. He then asked for my bank details to send the money over. Right. So this man, who knows my real name, also wants to know my bank details. Outrageous liberty. Apparently it's my own fault for leaving it too late and letting him spend all my money for me first. I am never seeing him again.

British Gas Man is a stocky, grey-haired man who works for British Gas, man. The first time I saw him he was very keen on having oral without but I told him that it was just for regulars. Having seen him again, he had such an expectant look on his face as he asked for oral without. It was like a chipmunk, or a very excited cat.

Ah, mister Addams has just rung again - he can pay in full in cash and even have the £200 threesome he promised to have three weeks ago when the original cheque was written. He's allegedly coming on Tuesday morning but I'm not sure I trust him any more.

(I don't want to have sex with the guy that works here but someone's just asked for it. I hope he was only joking. I really feel uncomfortable, unfairly so, because of the pimp assaulting me and the webcam married couple that tried to push me and trick me a few times into sleeping with the husband. I don't trust men in the sex industry. I just can't.)

Love

So a man known to me only as "Asian Nice" saw me again today. Approximately halfway through, he looked at me with a very serious look on his face.
"I'm falling in love with you, you know that?" he said, slowing his thrusts down.
"Oh." I avert his gaze.
"I know, it's not exactly what you want to be hearing is it." Then he held me closer and started pounding away again, finishing early so he could spend the last five minutes with me in his arms.
I was reminded of many things, the way he said it. Never mind, at least I got money off him. And I'm doing better than Susan, who recently had a man insert a Twix bar up her! He wanted her to take a bite out of it after it had melted all over her twat, to which she replied,
"No thanks, I'm on a diet!" Best. Remark. Ever.

Just this second I saw a young English dude who was absolutely fine, found his way perfectly, was okay with the money then as soon as I kissed him freaked out completely. "I'm meant to be getting married tomorrow," he exclaimed, blushing; "and this was meant to be a present from one of me mates! I can't do it though. Sorry. I feel like such a twat." Then off he popped. Love, eh?

Bless you my child

Two people have said "bless you" today on the phone. It's been a very quiet day today with just the threesome in the morning but a smelly man codenamed Subway by Susan is on his way.

Greg and I are giving up a few class A drugs these days, which should work. He sent me an email today over Facebook saying if I ever wanted to break up with him, to just send him a message back - so I did - telling him to have more self-confidence! Dirty texts were sent to him earlier, nearly resulting in a traffic light related incident. Amusingly, he sent one saying he'd text later with all the things he wanted to do to me, but then accidentally sent a blank one. At least, I think it was accidental...

One of his best friends, Liam (whom he suggested I sleep with), came over my house with Greg the other day and we all shared a bed. Liam said he'd be comfier with an arm around him but when I obliged, Greg reached out, pinned my wrists together and turned me over. With a blank look he shook his head. Then he held my wrists like that until we fell asleep. I'd have liked us all to be snuggled up together though, even in a nonsexual way. The next day I sent Liam a text saying sorry but I thought I was in trouble, even though Greg reassured me he had only been stretching his arms out.

The smelly man approaches! Susan has assured me that after a session, he'll be sweating so much that the covers will need to go straight into the wash and we'll be able to smell it in our hair. After eating those bollocks this morning that reeked awfully (and having his hand smooshing my face right down there didn't help) can this job be done? This morning's man had us both pressed into his nipples, while we ate them very thoroughly as he muttered his dirty talk over our moaning. Boring...

Troubled times ahead

Susan and I have started to take diet pills daily to help curb our appetites, with the result that I've lost about a stone and a half in two weeks. Admittedly, taking lots of ecstasy and other class-a drugs during that time helped - the pills are about halfway between caffeine and ecstasy and legal to buy. Now Greg's started to watch me eat and is bringing food over later, while one of my three housemates sat me down to have a serious discussion about my eating. Turns out that when I freaked out, shouting how I didn't ask to be fed, I really upset another housemate who'd spent hours cooking me veggie chilli. I really didn't want any though, chilli being not a favourite of my foods, and food being not a favourite item of mine.

Someone asked me out on a date by text while I was in bed with Greg. His reply was that I should definitely go out with him. I don't really want to... strange boyfriend. Maybe I should take him to a swingers' club or something.

As for the brothel, I've pretty much cleaned up. Last week I made about a grand, easily overtaking the monthly earnings of my drug-dealing friends. Good. I make more than Susan now! We've had a number of threesomes already and they're looking to be our biggest earner. I get £80 for each one and she gets £100 - bear in mind these only last half an hour...

I've decided to stop taking drugs to preserve my brain for university though. However, Liam (small-time drug dealer and catering student, only 17) gave me a bag of ketamine last night. What am I going to do with it? Silly question once you consider I appear to be dating someone who's far more addicted to drugs than I thought he was. Greg'll eat the whole bag for me.

In other news - it's Susan's birthday so I've been working since 11 (and had no customers yet!). Greg's popping over with lunch later. He waits in the living room holding a round indoor golf club while I shag, then curls up with me when I finish. He's so proud of me for making lots of money and genuinely doesn't care about my job, except that at the smallest sign of trouble he would kill the other guy, which is nice.