So after school I took the bus to go to his place. I confess I was scared, since deep inside me I knew what was to come, but at the same time I had become too dependent on him.
We sat on the sofa. He told me that I was to be nice to the men he would have me meet; that I was expected to have sex with them and in return make a ton of money; that many men would pay a fortune to be able to have sex with a blonde 12 year old school girl.
I told him I never had sex before; I was a virgin. He smiled, wrapped his arms around me and told me he would be honored to be my first and that he would be gentle.
When he kissed me I let go of all my inhibitions. Soon I was naked as he kissed all my body, and it felt so good! Before I knew it he picked me up in his arms and took me to the bedroom. I felt so small and tiny; me, a 12 year old skinny girl and he a tall, muscular middle aged man!
I won't go into too many graphic details, but it hurt! When I saw his black naked body I gasped at the size of his penis; no way that could go inside me! He was gentle as he spread my legs open and slowly went inside me, but it hurt! I remember staring at the ceiling and biting my lips as he started thrusting faster inside me!
When he finally ended he cuddled me in his arms. My body ached so much, my nipples were sore from his lips and my legs had bruises where his big hands grasped tightly to keep my legs open. I could even feel his warm semen inside me.
He had sex with me many times during the night. I felt so small and vulnerable and in so much pain each time he was inside me!
When we woke up the next morning the sheets were covered in blood. He told me not to worry, and he tenderly applied some soothing cream between my legs, to ease the pain and irritation.
When I got home I was so sore and tired I just stayed in bed all day. I knew I was not a girl anymore; I was now a woman, or rather, a child-woman.
The next week he had me go over to his house after school every day until dinner time, when I would go back home. Training, he called it.
He had me watch adult movies so I would learn what men would expect from me, and then he had me practice with him. At first I thought it was disgusting all the devious things I was supposed to do with my mouth, and how I had to use my tongue to provide pleasure, but soon I became used to it and I guess I just became numb.
He kept having sex with me every day, and I noticed I was now in less pain and less sore every time. He was trying to get my body used to it before turning me out.
Then the big day finally came. When I arrived to his place after school, expecting to watch more adult videos and having sex with him, he told me that today I would finally be earning money.
He drove across town and parked the car by a small park, near a small hotel. We waited a while; I was becoming nervous and asked him if we could go back to his place, that I was scared. He told me to shut up.
Soon he pointed out to a man standing near the hotel door. He told me to go to him and pretend I was his daughter. I was to say to him "Hi daddy, I am here now" and to go with him.
I got out of the car and walked towards my first john. As I approached him I saw that he was an old man, older than my dad, and fat. I stood in front of him and spoke what my pimp had told me to say. He looked at me as a wolf may look at a sheep, and I could see his lusty stare going right through my clothes, taking in my small figure with my baby fat and small breasts.
He smiled, grabbed my hand and together we walked into the hotel and to his room. To any onlooker we would be the most natural sight in the world; a grandfather with his granddaughter. Nobody would notice how my body was trembling as I walked next to him, my small hand swallowed inside his big hand.
No sooner we were in the room he tore my clothes off and began kissing my body. Soon he was naked and we were together in bed and I was doing to him all those things I learned by watching porn movies.
How did I manage it you may ask? I just tuned off. I just stared at the ceiling while he was on top of me, until he finished. And when I had to kiss and lick his body I just pretended I was somewhere else.
After an hour I left the hotel and climbed back to his car. I handed him the envelope with the money. He said what a good girl I had been and that he was proud of me. Myself, I just felt dirty and tired, and all I wanted was a shower to wash the john's sweat off my body. I could still hear in my mind his moans as he used me during that endless hour!
To my dismay instead of driving me back home he stopped by another hotel and pointed out another man to me. I begged him to let me go, that I was tired. But he got so mad I thought he would hit me. So again I walked to my second john. This time he was a much younger man, but treated me so rough that I felt I was nothing but a piece of meat to him. He didn't care how much he was hurting me as he thrust inside me and when he took me anally, I could not help crying out in pain; I felt as if I was being torn apart!
When I finally got back to the car I was crying. My legs buckled beneath me; I could hardly walk! He took me to his place and cuddled me, and gave me wad of bills as my pay. Finally I calmed down and told him I would not cry again.
So for the next two years until I turned 14 I kept doing the same routine. After school I would go to his place and he would drive me to see my clients. Soon I was in high demand, and I was doing up to five clients per day during weekdays, and many more on Saturdays.
My body soon got used to being used for sex. But some men were sadists and enjoyed slapping me or hitting me, or other forms of inflicting pain. Sometimes, at the end of the day, my nipples were on fire with the way they had been bitten and my body had welts and bruises were I had been hit. Some of these men paid extra to be able to do this. The only rule my pimp had set with them was that there were to be no broken bones nor any bruises or marks on the face. Besides that...enjoy!!
Condom use you ask? Is that a joke? These men paid top dollars for sex with a child, so they never used condoms.
I could not help thinking that while all my school friends were still playing with dolls or wondering what it would feel like to be kissed by a boy, I was lying in a hotel room, with a sweaty old man between my legs as my arms and legs encircled his body and I moaned in pain!
And that by the time one of them had sex for her first time, I by then would have slept with more men than all of them combined would ever sleep with! How many, you ask? I invite you to do the math; I am too scared to do it and, frankly, never cared!
But when I turned 14 everything changed, and not precisely for the better. For it was then that I learned the golden rule of prostitution, which I mentioned in my first part.
