My tight ass is my calling card. That’s why I have spent hours at the gym making sure it’s nice and firm. After all it is how I make my living, letting guys pound me night after night. It definitely isn’t easy money, but it is very pleasurable. When a guy is inside of me I have total control; I’m in charge not the other way around. I always like it when I’m on top, riding them until they can’t take anymore and then explode deep inside of me. Of course it’s not all power and fun, especially when most of my clients are the type of guys who have to pay for sex because otherwise they wouldn’t get it.

As I leave the warmth of the underground subway station, the cold winter air hits my face. I had to make my way down a couple of blocks more before I reached my destination. I double checked the address and buzzed the ringer on a very nice lower Manhattan brownstone. I didn’t know much about this client other than that he was a recommendation from another client. At first I was hesitant about meeting him. He was looking to get pounded by a top which wasn’t ordinarily my style, but my client assured me it would be worth my while. So I agreed. Since then I had talked to him on the phone twice. Once to set up the appointment, and the other time to get payment info and some very specific directions.

The buzzer let me in and I made my way inside. I found his apartment unlocked, like he had said I would. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. After I made sure the door was locked, I removed all of my clothing just like he requested. My heart beat faster in anticipation of what was to come; of course I’d role played before but never anything mysterious like this. I was getting hard just thinking about it. I piled my clothes neatly on the floor and tried to find my way around the dark apartment. All the lights were off and the blinds were closed. It didn’t make it easier for me to find my way in a strange apartment. But I remembered my directions, follow the hall to the last door.

I felt my way down the hall. It was a pretty bare apartment, no pictures no photos, nothing to give me a clue of what this guy could be like- not that I could have really made out a picture if there had been one. I reached the door and turned the knob. I was pre cumin hard with anticipation; this was by far the most erotic assignment I’d been on. Slowly I opened the door and entered the room. He was lying on the bed face down totally naked just like he had said he would be.

There was more light in this room than anywhere else in the place. All the light came from two small candles on the dresser. I walked over to the dresser and found a white envelope with payment for my services. Next to that there was a bottle of lube and some condoms, which I grabbed and took with me to the large bed. Laying the items next to him I explored his body.

He looked to be about late thirties early forties, and from what I could tell someone who you wouldn’t think would have to resort to paying for sex. He obviously spent lots of time at the