I am from a very poor family in India but I am able to help buy food and other necessities. Although my face is nothing special, I was blessed with an attractive body and that is what I can use.

There are a number of elderly men who require assistance with daily needs. My mother has taught me the womanly arts and they are a marketable skill. I cook and clean for these men. I wash their clothes and look after their grooming.

My mother also says that it is not healthy for a man to go more than two or three days without releasing his male juice into a woman. It is best not done with a close relative so she assists my father, of course, but also two neighbor boys. Their mother is very helpful to my brothers in return.

So that is an important service I also provide for the three old men who I work for. I tend to each one twice a week, walking to their house. I usually provide a release of their loins before preparing the midday meal. If it is my monthly time I will satisfy them with my mouth, otherwise they spurt inside me quickly because of the buildup of seed. Often they enter me once again after I have prepared the evening meal. Those last longer and are more pleasurable for me. Of course it is not my pleasure that is most important. So I am seeded about twelve times each week and sometimes more.

One of these elderly men is infirm, and I must assist his readiness with caresses or oral stimulation of his small phallus before he is capable of insertion. The others are quite robust and mount me in a variety of positions, often different each time I am there. These men can produce enjoyable feelings when they thrust in me and fill me with their seed.

It wasn’t very long after I started this work that my monthly bleeding stopped and I felt sick in the mornings. The village clinic doctor talked to me and gave me pills that made me cramp like she said they would, and bleed between my legs quite a lot. When it was finished the doctor put a bump in my arm that she said would keep that from happening for two years. I was glad because the sickness really interfered with assisting my men.

I have nice full hips and breasts and am sought after for my services. I cook well and clean efficiently too. I get a good fee and am putting part of it aside to pay for my education. I can read and write and want to do as much school as I can.

I spend time with my boyfriend two days a week after work before I go home. It is not for very long. Just long enough to empty his seed. Usually I am freshly filled by one of my old men but my boyfriend does not complain that I am too loose or slippery when he enters me and we enjoy each other.

Sundays are better since we can be together for much longer. I am fresh and only his that day. We sometimes couple three times. It might be very vigorous one time and very gentle another. Once I told him that he was bigger and lasted longer and put more seed in me than any other has done, but he kissed me and said he did not need to know that.

The others do not kiss me and have me in their hearts like my boyfriend does. To them, I am only someone to use, like a servant. My boyfriend is nearly finished with university and I hope we will wed. Since he will earn very little as a new graduate I expect to work for a while to help our household, and my family will still need money. I will train one of my younger sisters to take over my customers here, and I will easily find new ones wherever I go to live. It does please me that men are eager to have me work for them.

But I am concerned. My husband-to-be does not realize how accustomed I am to having different men inside of me. I get pleasure from many of them, although not the kind I get from him. Will I be satisfied with just one man while I am getting pregnant with the child I wish to have? My mother told me she was very desirous of sex while she was pregnant. So much so that my father had a younger brother to stay with them to couple with her more than he could by himself. Perhaps my customers would like to have me with a big belly? They might like to think that it is theirs!

So many things to think about. But it is Monday morning and I am on my way to work. I will enjoy knowing my boyfriend’s seed is inside of me as my first client slides his small hardness into it. That is just the way it is right now.