Old History

I was going back over my emails and I found an email I thought I had lost in which I wrote about my first gangbang just before I married. I sent it to someone I used to chat with back in 2003 before I married and had my daughter. The guy on chat was called John also – just to confuse things. I had forgotten some details and so I am glad to have this email to remind me. I have completely forgotten what I said that caused the quarrel I mention at the end of the email. I vaguely remember a quarrel but although it was obviously of key importance to me at the time, it has faded into complete obscurity.
Dear John,

I have written a long email to you telling about my trip - when I read it through, I found it quite unreal and almost as if it were someone else's story. I do not know how to explain this feeling of disassociation or how to explain why I did such a silly thing. I hope you will not despise me too much when you read it.

I wonder at how I could act the way I did - I think being in a strange country where no one knew me helped me lose whatever inhibitions I have. Also I wanted to purge my system and I am certain I have done that.

If you want to talk more about it then I am happy to but this is my past and my future lies, I pray, with John. But, to the story of my trip:

Well, it was an eventful 7 or so days - hard to say how many days - much of the time was in the air! 14 hours or so each way.
I found out what a creep my client was - I will tell you about that as I go along but it was an adventure despite that.

I had to get to the airport quite early - John wouldn't take me there although he insisted on picking me up on the way back: just like he would never take me to work but would pick me up from there - said that it was his way of saying that he would like me to quit that work and start something new. I guess it has some logic to it.

I saw the client (Peter) at the airport - he was with his wife and two lovely little daughters. Actually that made me feel bad - they looked so nice.

I thought I would sit with him but he was flying business and I was on economy. It was a long, long, long, long flight (although that does not tell you how long it was). I was sitting next to a fat man who seemed to think that my seat was partly his also - at least that encouraged me to walk about and so avoid DVT!

By the time I arrived in LA I was one GLW (grumpy little wombat - John's expression). It wasn't improved by the fact it took me over an hour to get through immigration. And they were so rude - at one point I thought they were going to send me back - but they didn't.
The heat and pollution did not improve my mood. So, by the time, I caught up with Peter outside, I was in a foul mood - and he complained I had kept him waiting! I asked where we were going - and was put in an even more foul mood when he told me that he was going to stay at a luxury hotel but I was staying at a motel in Orange County.

He then told me the deal - his fantasy was to be a pimp - and he was going to pimp me for a few days until a little "function" he had arranged for Sunday - (I arrived Wednesday morning: confusing - arriving before I set out!) I felt stupid and trapped but there wasn't that much I could do - anyway I was getting paid $2K each day and it's not as though whoring myself was something new.
Apparently he had a friend in LA who had helped set up the whole thing. I was working from a room which was well monitored - so at least I would be safe - and the proprietors were very careful, screening the clients.

I arrived at the "motel" about 3pm and met the reception person - a rather large black man. Peter's hands were all over me as he introduced me as "the hooker from Australia that you were told about". The guy looked me over and seemed satisfied. Peter was getting really turned on by the way he was treating me but the other guy was so used to hookers, all he did was ask a few questions and then showed us to the room.

It was like so many motel rooms - except for the large supply of condoms - after showing me the air-con and explaining the rules of the place - no firearms, no drugs, safe sex only - he left. Peter was so excited that he had to fuck me, calling me a cheap whore as he did and telling me how many men I was going to fuck - it really turned him on to think he was pimping me.

After screwing me, Peter left to go this hotel - I was glad to see the back of him - he was already getting boring. He said he would be back after I "had done my whoring for the night". Somehow I resisted saying anything - never bite the hand that is giving you $2K a day.

After he had gone, the black reception guy - Jim - came back - seems he was a bit worried that I was up to it - said he didn't want trouble and was I sure I could handle all these guys? I laughed and said I do it all the time. Asked him if he wanted me to prove it and he said 'sure" so I sucked him off. After that, he treated me as a friend. He said he was worried because "my boyfriend seemed such a jerk and might have been cheating me - I agreed with "the jerk" bit but not the "boyfriend" bit and explained a bit about what I did in Australia.

Jim then explained that the charge for guys was $100 a half-hour and a $150 an hour. Peter's arrangement was that he would get a quarter, the owners the rest (apparently the owners were happy because usually it was a third to a half for the girl or her "protector" - but probably bargaining was harder for Peter because he was an out-of-towner). Jim also explained "tips" - in the US, girls get tips for doing full-service - the tips were $50-$100). He suggested I hide this from Peter and showed me where there was a safe box for keeping it.

I had about an hour's rest before the first customer. I did 4 the first night - all suck-and-fucks. The customers were pretty unimaginative throughout the time I worked there- a lot of them said how much they liked Asian girls and they all liked oral. Tipped well though - I have about $3000US to show for it.

Peter came about 11pm - asked how many guys - complained about my only doing 4 - said I should work harder, fucked me again and then went off to his hotel, telling me how he would see me each night but had a lot of important business to do in the day - I think I was meant to be impressed. I said "fine" and left it at that.

In the mornings, Jim would knock about 10am to check if I was awake - I had real problems adjusting to the time for Thursday but by Friday I was fine. I encouraged him to fuck me and he did - I actually quite liked him- he liked me back - on Monday when i was leaving, he asked me if i would like to move to LA and live with him - I apologised but said I had a boyfriend back home - he took my boyfriend to be a pimp (don't know that John would like to think of himself as a pimp but I didn't argue with Jim).

I didn't meet many of the other girls - I did meet one black girl called Sheena who called me a "gook". (We did not become friends) There was a white girl, her name was something like Betty-Sue or Mary-Jane - I forget). She seemed pleasant but rather stupid. Most of the girls do not sleep at the "motel" - I was the exception.

Each night about 11pm, Peter came round, fucked me, collected the money from Jim (although he didn't tell me that), paid me my day’s payment and went home. He seemed so excited at selling me and was forever telling me what a slut I was - as if I didn't know! He would cross-examine me about each customer, how many times they fucked me, did I suck them. He was less like a pimp than a voyeur.
The work is a bit blurred in my mind - between 30 and 40 guys in total, but I was more focussed on the "function" as Peter referred to it. On Saturday, before I started work, Peter brought a guy around - I didn't catch his name, although I was told it.

This guy started to ask me whether I was able to cope with a large number of men and if I really wanted a gangbang. When I said yes, he asked to see my HIV test - I had had one just before I left since Peter had asked me to and I have them regularly anyway. He then pulled out a folder with a large number of sheets - each was an HIV test and a photo. He explained that these were the men who were coming tomorrow. I asked why all the tests were from the same place and so recent - he explained that they had a trusted doctor so that no-one could substitute fake AIDs reports. He also assured me that my safety was important and that no harm would be allowed to be inflicted on me. It seemed all so carefully planned.
He told me something of the business - apparently there are a reasonable number of girls who fantasise about a gangbang or have partners that want to see them gangbanged. Five men had set up a business which catered for them and organised this. They had a list of men willing to pay for the chance to join in - and charged about $300 each. There were three sessions during the day - once I agreed, I had to do the first session and they hoped I would do the other two - but had alternatives if I wasn't willing. Peter said that I would do all 3 - I was a "natural whore".

A video of each session would be made for me - they would pay me $1000 per session if I released a copy to them - this was one of the few times Peter and I agreed, we both said no. I don't want any copies floating around to trouble me later and he did not want to be embarrassed in his work. There would also be a photographer - that worried me - but the guy promised that all photos would go to me and I could release only those ones which did not identify me.

He stressed that he wanted repeat business or referrals and wasn't going to play games - I said what about later and he said that he would give me the negatives. I asked why the photos and he said that it was so that I could have a record - also the photos of each guy would be made in a manner that showed them using me but which did not show my face - each guy got a photo as part of the $300. I wasn't happy about it but after a lot of assurances said ok.

He also told me not to wear clothes that I could not bear to lose - although "slutty was good" -and to bring a change of clothes. Then he was off and I started working. I felt really strange that day - very excited but also quite scared. It all seemed quite unreal too. I wondered more than once why I had come here. I also missed John really badly.

Peter came over in the night after I had worked - he was even more turned on that usual - if that is possible - telling me how he was going to see all these dicks inside me - how I was going to be a cumslut - and on and on. I hated him even more than usual. Still I let him fuck me - he came very fast.

I had brought my "streetworker uniform" as I call it - long boots, short black skirt, black stockings and a white rather thin blouse and white frilly panties, suspender and bra. I decided to wear that and to pack my cut-off jeans and another white button up blouse, and another set of white lacy bra and panties - I like white - must be because i am a "pure woman". (joke)

I spent quite a bit of time dressing up - making sure I looked as slutty as possible - if I was going to do it I was going to do it to the full. A car picked me up at about 10am - the driver was polite but smirking a bit. It wasn't far before he pulled into a driveway - it was a rather ordinary looking house but a bit removed from its neighbours.

The driver opened the door to the car and asked me for the bag with my change of clothing and said he would look after it. He then pointed to a door and said I should go in there after ringing the bell first.

I walked up to the door - I was so nervous, rang the bell and walked in. suddenly I was grabbed firmly but not cruelly and pulled into a big room. I saw lots of men but was not able to focus.
The guy who had grabbed me, carried me to a big massage-table-like bed in the centre of the room. Another guy grabbed my legs and I was lifted on to my back on the bed, one guy then tore my blouse off me while the other pulled off my skirt and flung it aside.

He then immediately pushed my legs apart and ripped a hole in the base of my panties. He then started to fuck me through the hole. A third guy came up and put his cock in front of my face and then started to push his cock into my mouth by pulling my hair to guide my head.

I could not have stopped them even if I wanted to - it was like being gang-raped only I had agreed to it and I felt more safe. There was lots of cheering and whistles from the other guys as they watched me being used.

The guy who I was sucking came quite quickly and I almost choked - not long after that the other guy came in my pussy - I had begun! Even as the two who had just cum in me pulled away, two other guys - one being my driver - picked me up off the bed and lowered me to the ground. Underneath was the guy who had "greeted" me at the door. I was being placed into position so that he could enter my ass. Using lube, he managed to push his cock in and then the other two moved into position one in my pussy and one in my mouth.

At that moment I saw the videotaker for the first time. She was a quite young, very pretty girl. Somehow knowing that a woman was watching me being a complete slut turned me on more - don't quite know why -and I began to cum. At the same time the two guys who had originally fucked me came up on either side and put their cocks into my hands. It was done for effect so that there is a very clear shot of me on the video with men inside my pussy, ass and mouth and my hands holding on to two more cocks while my body was shaking with a climax. The camera then pans across the room and catches the other men (including Peter) wanking off at the sight.

I was cumming hard - maybe a release of all the nervous energy from anticipating the day. On the video, I can hear my moans above the shouts and whistles of the guys. Finally the three men came and I had a second load of cum in my mouth and pussy, The guy in my ass also came but was wearing a condom. Usually I dislike anal but that day it seemed right. There was hi-fiving between them as they came and cheering from the crowd.

I realised later that the five who had used me so far were the organisers. Two were black, two white and one Latino. They were very skilled at making it run smoothly.

Almost immediately, one of the organisers stood up - it was the same one who had spoken to me yesterday - and addressed the room. "Hi, you all - welcome today. This slut is Jenny, a little Asian hooker from Australia who has come all this long way to satisfy you. Make sure you use her well and remember she is your fuck toy for today." I waved at the guys and to my complete surprise, they all clapped.

"Now Jenny, you have to introduce yourself to them all."

Introducing myself involved their forming a circle around me of 21 guys including Peter and the 5 organisers and my moving around the circle sucking each dick for about 30 seconds - one guy was so excited he shot his load then and there - I swallowed and licked him clean - he seemed so embarrassed.

When I had finished the circle, I was led back to the bed. I had completely lost my top and bra by this stage and my skirt had gone earlier. My boots had been slid off at some point in the process but I was still wearing my suspenders, stockings - very laddered - and the tatters of my panties. These were removed from me and I lay back on the bed completely naked, my legs spread wide apart. I felt so deliciously slutty lying like that and I said "Well anybody want to fuck this little whore."

I was surprised by how orderly the men were in forming a row. They lined up and came to me 4 at a time. One in the mouth, one in the cunt and one in each hand, rotating around using both holes until they came - when they came they stepped away and the next guy came up.

They were allowed to repeat but after about 2 or 3 rounds all stopped. I was covered in cum all over by this time but was sill asking "No more takers? Come on I still need to be screwed."

But the first session was over, food was offered around and the 15 paying guests said their thanks and headed off. I was taken to a bathroom and I washed myself - most of the cum came off except for a few bits in my hair. I heard the second group of men entering - one of the organisers asked me whether I was ready for a second group and I said "You bet".

I was then introduced to a black woman - really black who called herself Cherise. Apparently the introduction to the second session was a lesbian show between me and her - if I was willing - and then Cherise would help out with the guys also. I was disappointed to share the limelight but said ok, being interested in her black pussy. Cherise told me she was a regular there and also had done a couple of porno movies - I was shown her HIV test also
We started to play with each other a bit before we went into the big room. When we were called in, I was already hot and Cherise was already wet, so we went to the centre of the room and immediately started a full on lesbian love-making scene. It was so good feeling the warmth of her body, her nipples pressing against mine as we kissed and the mutual pussy licking.

Some of the guys loved it but some were clearly restless - particularly one white guy who cried out "I didn't pay all this money to see a couple of lezzo whores - get them to spread their legs and take cock up them like they ought to".

We stopped after about 10 minutes and then the same speech by the organiser as before. Peter was still in the crowd. He had cum in my mouth once earlier. Cherise was introduced as my support and then I had to introduce myself to each man just as before working around the circle. Cherise was also working round the circle and so I felt driven to be even more slutty rubbing my pussy as I sucked and slurping the cocks outrageously.

When I started to suck the white guy who had been complaining loudest, he said to me "Suck it, you bitch". I just continued to suck.

Then back to the beds - there were two this time and guys could queue for either me or Cherise. I had sufficient attention and, over the session, I think every guy fucked me and came with me at least once.

There was only one nasty incident - the white guy continued to be angry and when he was fucking me - just as he was shooting his load into my pussy, he went out of control, shouting "Take it you little Chink whore - all you are good for is white man's cum." and I realised he had raised his fist to hit me - I think he was aiming for the face. Fortunately the guy next to him saw it and grabbed his arm, pushing him back. My pussy was a bit jarred by his cock being pushed out of me as he was pushed back - but nothing serious and the organisers got him out of the place very quickly and none too gently.

Finally the second session ended - I was completely out of control by then walking around the room, flaunting my cum-covered body to everyone -when I watch it on the video, I feel quite embarrassed. At the end, I was licking Cherise's pussy trying to get the cum out of it from the men who has used her.

Again a bit of food and drink, a shower and then an organiser asked me could I do the last session and I told him "Try to stop me" By this time, I was completely driven by an almost frenzy of sexuality. It was like I was having a non-stop orgasm.

The third session stated with two shows - Cherise being fucked by two of the organisers - the two whites - and me by the others. The show was well received by the audience. This time, the three guys switched around so that everyone used each hole. After that, the same speech and it went similarly except that I was in a cock-frenzy and quite crazily begging men to give me their cum.

I heard one of the organisers say to another "That Chinese girl is a complete slut" and that made me even more excited. I was saying between cocks - come on use this little cumslut" and "fuck me, fuck me" all the time.

Finally it all came to an end, the paying guests left. The video-taker turned off the camera and went to get paid. She then gave me three tapes - one for each session. I kissed her and to my surprise she asked if she could see me tomorrow morning before I flew out - I said I was happy to.

The photographer - who had been very discreet throughout, went home - he said he would give me the photos and negatives the following day.

After that Cherise, the organisers, Peter and myself sat around talking for a while. I was still quite high and excited but tiredness was beginning to settle in. Cherise asked if I was really a hooker and I said yes - told her about the massage parlour. She asked if I had ever walked the streets and I said no. She told me how she had been a streetwalker in Hollywood before. Peter said that I should turn tricks there tonight.

Cherise started shouting at him telling him he was a "fuckwit" and that I wouldn't last a minute out there. It was turning quite nasty with Peter saying "I am paying her - she will do what I say" and the other men siding with Cherise. At that point, I told Peter to get stuffed and he said - "ok don't bother but don't expect to be paid". I said nothing because I knew that I would get the money and I was too tired to fight. Cherise swore at him but I just told her "Don't worry, he will pay". I think they were surprised by the toughness in my voice.

Peter and I were driven back to my motel and the others went home - it was already about 1am. Peter stayed and wanted to fuck me. I was furious at him but finally, too tired to argue, I let him do it and then he went off to his hotel by taxi.

The next day was my last in LA - I I was to fly out in the evening. The video-girl, Susie, called round very early and told me how much she admired me - I was surprised but she insisted that she liked the way I lived life to the full. She said she is coming to Sydney in two month's time and asked if we could catch up. I gave her my mobile number and explained that I might be moving in with my boyfriend. She asked if I liked girls too - you know the answer to that. When the photographer came round, Susie and I were in bed together. He didn't seem very surprised.

I didn't bother to dress for him - after all he had seen me fully yesterday. Susie was embarrassed at first but later got out of bed and helped me go through the photos. We were kissing and touching each other in front of the photographer who is, Susie told me, gay.

After he had gone, Susie and I made love until she had to head off.
After that, it was all good-byes. Cherise called and asked if I had got paid - I explained he had paid half up front and had given me $1K each day so that at worst I was $2K out of pocket but I suspected that he would pay up so as to avoid trouble back home. She laughed - said it was fun working with me and if i ever wanted to do porno, give her a call.

Also one of the gang-bang organisers called offering me a job - "you're a natural" he said. I said thanks and I would think about it. He also told me I should lose that "boyfriend" - they had paid him $1K which was my "appearance fee" and they reckoned he was cheating me. I was more insulted that everyone called him my "boyfriend".

I also said good-bye to Jim and that is when he asked me to move in with him.

Then it was off to the airport - Peter picked me up on time and we arrived with plenty of time in hand. He was very pleasant to me and gave me my last instalment of $2K - he seemed to have completely forgotten what he had said yesterday- and said he hoped we would catch up soon. I was non-committal but really glad to be done with him.

The flight home was long but not so bad - the seat next to me was empty and I stretched out and slept. I set out Monday but arrived on Wednesday. I miss that Tuesday!

John was waiting at the terminal and took me straight home - on the way, I shot off my mouth and really upset him as I told you. Since then, I have made up - I am at his place waiting for him to come back. I could not watch the videos at my place because it is American format but John's VCR supports American format also so I have seen them today and have been half watching them as I type this letter.

Was my trip interesting? Yes. Would I do it again? No way!! I have gone as far as I want to along that line. Also for so much of my trip, my mind was on John. Even at my most depraved, I was missing him. What I wrote above is the events but the thought of John was my biggest support. After the last few days, I know how stupid I was - I should not have gone, John is worth much more than any of the things that I did. If I missed them, so what? If I lose John, I have wasted my best chance for happiness.

Last Saturday, I went out with some friends, Jane who is a Chinese and Linda who is Australian. They used to be lovers but are now both married with children. I met them through Sue. Even Jane, who is really very gay and has a low view of men- I feel sorry for her husband, told me that I was stupid and sided with John. Linda just made fun of me. By the time I got home I was really depressed. If John hadn't rung the next morning, I would be so down.

This email is ridiculously long, I apologise but hope you find it interesting.

Love
G