I became a whore after my first BF broke up with me.

Not every hour of my life is all sunny and bright, of course. There has been ups and downs in my my life, just like every other person. I’ve had my heart broken, I’ve had sweet romantic partners, I’ve had tasted the brine of life, the pain of unrequited love, but this is all part of being alive.

They say you can never forget your first time, and for me, even when I think about it now, it was extremely painful. I remember there was a period of time when everywhere I went I kept on seeing him. I gave him my body, my heart, my soul and he dumped me like trash at the dumpster.

In order to get over it, I started whoring myself out and the only way to fill the emptiness inside my heart was by letting strangers filling my pussy, my mouth, and my ass with cocks and cum. The more rough and aggressive they fucked me, the more turned on I felt. I enjoyed the brutal-ness of gangbangs. I enjoyed the humiliation of swallowing cum, being pissed on, being 3-holed, etc. In the end, through those ordeals, I felt so satisfying, knowing that I’ve been used like a cum dumpster. It felt so cathartic. It felt amazing to be so alive.

I once let a customer fuck me for free.

Perhaps it will be difficult for you to believe that, despite of all the sex in the world that I’ve been having, I still have unfulfilled sexual needs. I enjoy sex, but somehow, and this is also why I quit being a prostitute eventually, being a job, being paid to do what you love, actually, eventually took the fun out of it.

I remember that day, just suddenly, I wanted to try something else, In addition to sex, I wanted to feel love. I wanted romance. He was a young, good looking man, over 6 feet tall, with blue eyes and blonde hair. I was smitten when I saw him. He seemed very shy and he told me he was only doing this because he broke up with his girlfriend and he was afraid of being alone.

That night I offered to give myself to him for free. He didn’t have to pay a cent. And in fact I had to pay for his hotel bill that night. We exchanged numbers and the next day we met for lunch and then later on he went over to stay at my apartment. I had to skip going to work (which cost me my salary) and I let him fuck me in my rental apartment which I shared with another working girl. Later on I even let him fuck my other friends.

I basically did everything he asked me to do. I swallowed his cum. I let him fuck my pussy and ass without condom. I asked my other girlfriends to join me and give him threesomes. When we had sex, I constantly praised him. I praised his cock, his balls, his cum. I worshipped and drank his cum like it was a nectar from heaven.

I constantly degraded myself. I was a cheap whore and he was literally my god. I knelt down and kowtowed to him, thanking him for fucking me. I enjoyed degrading myself in front of him. I felt so lowly, so submissive before him.

The relationship didn’t last long. He went on to date another Asian girl. My heart was broken. I was crazy for him. But I was not a virgin and we were able to part amicably. Sometimes I wonder why relationships are always so complicated, it’s almost as if the million nerves in our heart get entangled into one as we fall in love, and as much as we would like to disentangle, we find no means of doing it, other than brutally cutting through the fibers, and that is why it always hurt.

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