I would like to introduce myself. My name is Rita. I have been in the real estate business for the past five years. I mainly buy and sell houses, but I also sell pieces of land. Sometimes I can find a piece of land and buy it cheap, then sell it so someone else for a lot of profit. When a new store or business comes to town, they come to me first to see if I have any land for them to build on.

I have two homes of my own. I make close to two million dollars per year. I have to say, I have been very lucky. It seems that I can't do anything wrong when it comes to real estate. But, I have a good name, which makes everything a lot easier. When people are looking for a new house, they come to me first. You could probably say that I am the best real estate agent around this area.

Even though I have been making a lot of money, I am bored. My boyfriend broke up with me a year ago. I know, a year is a long time not to have a man in my life. But, I have been so busy. I also hate how men use me. All they want to do is get my money. I can't tell who loves me and who doesn't. All I can tell is that they love my bank account.

A woman has needs. I, have a lot of needs. Especially since I haven't had sex in over a year. My pussy needs fucked good and hard. What I am about to say might shock you, but rest assured it is true. I think it is actually an interesting way of approaching sex.

Since all of these men use me for money, I thought I would reverse the roles. I would use them for money! Not only that, but I would charge them money to have sex with me! You guessed it, I have decided to become a prostitute. It wasn't a very hard decision, all in all.

I went to the store and I got some new outfits. I will tell you what I am wearing now. I am going to be going out for the first time to try to have sex. I am wearing a short leather mini skirt. If it was a inch or two shorter, my ass would be hanging out. It is a real mini skirt! I am wearing black panty hose. I am also wearing a little red tank top. My tits are busting out of this thing. I bet if I walked too fast, my tits would pop out! Oh, I am also wearing high heels. Red ones to be exact.

“Looking for a good time?” I asked a tall black man as he walked by.

“What kind of good time?” He asked back.

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“I've never seen you down here.” He said looking me over.

“I'm kind of new to this.” I said.

I wasn't sure if I should have told him that. He looked at me very strange.

“Are you a cop?” He asked me.

“Hell no!” I said clenching onto his arm.

“I'm just looking to make some money.” I laughed.

“Since you are new, do you know what you are doing?” He joked.

“Listen you cute black stud, I can do things to you that you never dreamed possible.” I said.

“Let's go into my car. We can talk more there.” He said while walking over to his car.

I got into his car. I could smell the odor of pot smoke. He must have been smoking pot.

“Want a toke off of this joint?” He asked.

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I like to date rich guys. I don't want to marry one some day, but I'll date them until the day I die. Some call women like me gold diggers, but I don't see it that way. I just like a man who has money, because, life with money better than life without it. I don't rob them or beg for money. The rich guys I've dated all have given me shit loads of cash. I never even have to ask for money.

I know that it might come across that I am only out for money, but I don't see it that way. Think of it like this, I work for the money. I might not have a job, but my full time job is taking care of my man. These rich guys pay me to take care of them. That is how I see it. I don't see it as me taking all of their money. I don't even ask for one penny when we break up. I know some women that would marry a rich guy just so she could divorce him. Not me, I could care less about that shit.

I've learned that if you date one rich man, you will find more rich men to date. The rich guy will take you around and show you off to all of his friends. You need to be young and hot to get rich guys, but I'm both of those things. I don't like to toot my own horn, but I'm a piece of ass these rich guys will never forget. I'm not made out to be a housewife, not me. I'm built like the woman every man dreams about. It would be a waste of a hot babe if I done that kind of shit. I don't think my looks make me better than everyone else, but I don't think I should have to live the lives they do. I mean, if rich guys are willing to spend big bucks to have me, why not do it? Some other hot young piece of ass would come along and get all of their money. I would rather it be me than them.

I've done all kinds of things with rich guys. I have traveled the world, driven the best cars, eaten food that cost more per plate than what most people make in a week. I've lived the good life and I don't have one bad thing to say about it. I know everyone out there dreams of living like I do, they just won't admit it. They wish for one minute they could hop on a private jet and fly around the world. They might never get to do those types of things, because they see life through a tiny straw.

That straw they are looking through doesn't give them the chance to see the rest of the world. It doesn't matter in the long run, I don't think most people could live the life I do. I think they would allow it to go to their head. Not me, I don't allow it to go to my head. I spend a lot of money and all that shit, but I still care about other people. Just the other day I gave a homeless man a quarter. How many people out there give homeless people money, let alone as much as a quarter?

These are two stories that really happened to me. I know they are so wild it's hard to believe, but stuff like this happens when you have money. Working at a fast food joint won't give you enough money to do these things. Most of the rich guys like to fuck me, they like to pound the fuck out of my tiny pussy. I don't mind, I don't mind at all. These rich guys can do whatever they want with me. I'd never put out for a guy who wasn't rich though, not me. I'm not going to live my life without the things that I want. Not only that, but I need to make sure that I have an expensive foreign car at all times. One time my car broke down and I actually had to ride the bus. Everyone on the bus either stunk or looked like they were crazy. I'll never ride the public bus again after that! Those people scared the hell out of me. I actually thought one of the guys was going to talk to me. There was no way I was going to talk to that toothless dirty guy. Take a bath and get a real job mother fucker, then I will talk to you!

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Philip, my boyfriend, is one crazy fucker. You wouldn't believe how kinky this guy is. Hell, I know you wouldn't believe me if I didn't have these pictures to prove it. Philip begged and begged me to have someone take pictures of us having sex at the bar his father owns. I really didn't want to go along with it, but after hearing him beg I thought I had to do it. I had nothing to loose and I get turned on knowing that people are watching us fuck. I just never have had anyone take pictures of me doing it before. Well, at least not until we fucked at his bar.

This is how the day started. I knew that Philip wanted to fuck down at the bar, so I got myself prepared for it. I know that sounds a little silly, but I wanted to look good. I hate having pictures taken of me when I'm not looking good. I wasn't sure if anyone else would be looking at the pictures, but I wasn't even going to take a chance. I wanted to look my best just in case.

I've always wanted to do one of those sexy home movies. You know, how people make their own porn movies. I really never mentioned it to any of my boyfriends. I guess I was kind of afraid that someone would get a hold of the tape or something. Philip, he says I have nothing to worry about. If people find these pictures, I will be famous. Philip says my body is so smoking hot, that these pictures will make everyone jack off. I don't know about that. But, I do think I have a nice body. I work out a lot and try not to eat any fast food. That is my secret to staying fit and trim. I don't diet or none of that shit.

I woke up and smoked a bunch of cigarettes. I'm really not sure why I smoked so much more than I usually do. Maybe I was feeling a little nervous and needed something to calm my nerves. I don't know, but I was looking forward to the big event. You know what I'm talking about, getting fucked on camera! I had been thinking about it for days nonstop. I wanted to get it done and over with, to see if I really liked it. If I liked it, I planned on asking Philip if he would like to do a movie with me. Who knows, we might even put it on the Internet! I've seen all kinds of home made porn movies on the Internet. I'm sure people would love to watch us fuck, just as much as they like to the other people they watch. Not only that, but I think I would like to watch us fuck as well. That would really get me turned on. I've even thought about asking Philip to shoot his cum on my face. I don't know if that is too dirty or not. But, it sure sounds fucking hot to me!

I went to the beauty parlor and got my hair done. I wanted to make sure that it looked good for the photo shoot. Suzie, she is the lady that I always go to. She asked why I was so excited and needed to get my hair done. I lied and told her that I was going to a wedding. She got all excited and told me to have fun. It was funny watching her get excited over a lie like that. But, I really didn't have much of a choice. I couldn't tell her the truth, I knew that I couldn't. If she knew what I was really going to be doing, she would have told everyone. Hell, if I knew that she was doing such a thing, I would tell everyone too. Stuff like this is way too fucking hot to keep under your hat! I mean, how many times do you hear about something like this happening? To people you know that is. Sure, rich and famous people do this sort of stuff all the time. But people like me, not too often.

Philip came over to my house and he was looking great. Philip said that he hit the gym before coming over so he would look toned. I don't know if he looked toned, but he sure did look horny as fuck. I couldn't believe the look in his eye when he walked through my door. I thought he was going to fuck me right then and there for sure. But, he said that he wasn't going to do that. No, he wanted to shoot his load on camera. To be honest, I really didn't want to do it then any way. I wanted this to be special, not one of those days where all you do is have meaningless sex. Maybe I'm taking this all way too far, but who knows. All I know is, I was really fucking excited.

“You look like you can't wait for tonight,” Philip said as he sat on my couch.

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“Fucking shit!” I yelled.

I can't believe it. I can't believe there is a cop car behind me with it's lights on. I could see the officer slowly walking up to the car.

“Can I see your license and registration?” The officer asked.

“Why did you pull me over?” I asked confused.

“I pulled you over because you were going 55 in a 25 zone.” He said looking down at me.

“No way, this is a 55 zone.” I said as I looked for the things he asked me for.

“No, it is 25 Ma'm. It is 25 miles per hour because not too far up the road is a school.” He said as I handed him my license.

“I don't think I have my registration.” I said.

“Is this your vehicle?” He asked.

“Yes. I have owned it for the past five years.” I said looking up at him.

It was strange looking up at him. He didn't seem like a police officer. He was tall, like a basketball player. His hair was cut really short, like he had just gone to the barber.

“I will be back in a moment.” The officer said as he left his car.

Going thirty miles per hour faster than what you are supposed to can get you in big trouble. He could take away my license and my car right on the scene. I can't have that happen. I need a way to work. I need a car so I can get groceries.

“I'm going to have to give you a ticket.” He said when he returned.

I started to cry. I wasn't sad, but I thought it would get me out of the ticket.

“I am so sorry, I didn't realize I was going too fast.” I said between sobs.

“Ma'm, save your tears for someone else. I have a job to do.” The officer said.

“Have you been drinking tonight?” He asked as he leaned in my car.

“Maybe one or two drinks.” I said back to him.

“Ma'm I'm going to have to ask you to get out of your car.” He said opening up my car door.

“I'm not drunk. I promise you I'm not drunk.” I pleaded.

“I want you to walk in a straight line. I want you to hold your arms out straight when you do this.” He said pointing with his flashlight.

“Do you understand Ma'm?” He asked.

“Yes, but why do I have to do this?” I asked.

“Because I smell the odor of alcohol on your breath. I think you might be intoxicated.” He said motioning for me to walk kin a straight line.

I walked the line, but I stumbled all over the place. I forget how many drinks I had. I didn't think it was that many.

“Ma'm, would you like to take another test?” He asked.

“What if I say no?” I asked.

“Then I will arrest you for driving under the influence of alcohol.” The officer said.

“Okay, I'll do the next test.” I said.

“Okay, I want you to follow this light with your eyes.” He said.

“Okay, easy enough.” I said.

“You are moving your head. Move your eyes and not your head.” He said as he moved the small pen flashlight.

“Okay, you are under arrest for driving while intoxicated.” He said pulling out a a pair of hand cuffs.

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