Wild.
Absolutely mindblowing in more ways than one.
The sheets were no longer spotless, that was for sure. There were dribbles of cum everywhere, wet spots from both their jism and my juice. There were even some pale pink splotches, the evidence of my innocence.
Because my virginity went out with a bang. A huge, nuclear explosion, gifting it to identical twins who were gods. Aaron and Andrew had dark hair with intense blue eyes. Builds fit for a professional athlete with broad shoulders and long, strong legs. But that wasn’t the only thing that was Olympian about the men.
Their cocks.
Andrew and Aaron had giant poles, stiff and constantly dripping.
And I’d let them use me again and again, pumping me full of cum as I begged for more.
“Yes,” I’d panted. “Right there, oh yes.”
And the three of us had watched as Aaron pulled out and Andrew pushed in, taking his brother’s place. It was so nasty. What girl services two men her first time?
But I’d done it.
Both those cocks had been streaked with red on the sides, my innocence lost forever.
And yet it felt so good.
Like I belonged.
Like they belonged.
A shiver ran down my spine.
More, whispered the voice in my head. Give me more.
Because am I a slut?
Slowly, I rose to a sitting position, pussy sore and achy, pushing tumbling curls out of my face.
I had to be a slut.
What girl does this? What flight attendant?
And to make it worse, my cell dinged then. I lifted the phone limply, staring into the screen. A twenty thousand deposit had just appeared in my account, joining the ten I received from Damien and the ten from Charlie.
I’d made forty thousand dollars in three days.
At this rate, I’d be a millionaire in no time.
But was it worth it?
Was this right? Was it legal even?
Inside the voice whispered sibilantly.
It’s a lot of money, it said. Can you really say no?
And that made me feel bad. Really, really bad. Slowly, I got up, eyes brimming. Because what girl does this? What amount of money would justify my behavior?
With trembling hands, I stepped into my dress, zipping up the crumpled fabric. And then like a good stewardess, I stripped the bed and dumped the sheets and pillow cases into the utility hamper.
Because I’m the cleaner. The maid. The waitress. All that plus a couple other things.