By now he was bucking and grunting as his cock continued to ram me, the pain starting to abate, he continued to rub my clit hard and I started to enjo... his huge rod buried in my tight cunt.‘Fuck, fuck, god your cunt feels good, so tight on my cock, baby!’ he gasped still pumping away.‘Rub me, rub me, rub my clitty, I need to cum, pleeeaaassse don’t stop Maaajjjooorr!’ by now my hips were bucking up to meet his fucking, the tingling in my cunt too much to stand, I watched his cock burying itself. I wave at you and walk over as if we are old friends. You offer me a sip of beer, and then I ask why you're smoking that shit when you were clearly enjoying a roasted blunt earlier. You smirk and admit you enjoy toking up when you feel in the mood, and I question what sort of mood that is. Instead of waiting for your response I nod to your door and say I would like to be in the same mood if I could share a hit. Your movements seem awkward, but you make it to the door and beckon me in. I walk in. Before leaving he stuffed the money between my ass cheeks. I didn't make much money, but now I had at least made my debut as a transvestite whore!My luck turned around a little when a man on the forum offered money for my ass, even without me asking for it. Of course I accepted and I invited him to my home. He was an older man, but I loved the way he looked. He was obviously wealthy, well dressed, smelled nice and it was easy to see that he was used to being in charge. Just the kind of dominant. Everything fired off at the same time as a result of the powder in my nose, energy rushed through me and I walked in a jerky motion back to my room. The dorms were alive with voices behind doors, littered with toilet paper tossed, magazines torn and tossed askew through the short L shaped hallway that supported 10 rooms and no one had to share. I entered my room, everything had been set up for me at the start of the year, a fancy overhead projector with all of my art pieces on a slideshow.