This may not come as huge news to anyone, but I'm a girl, and fucking a guy for his money.

I'm in my mid 30's and what is left of the modelling industry does not have a lot to offer someone my age. There was a time when it did pay the rent, and if anyone has been following my confessions, you will know that even this was subsidised by a little 'extra' work.

Whilst I have put this behind me, I, and so many other girls in my position, don't have a lot of options. My looks are fading and my personality has ever been part of my allure. I have no qualifications, no close friends, my family are poor, and, if I'm honest, not much experience at looking after myself.

And I just couldn't go back to being one of the 'image' girls, standing in clubs, waiting to get picked up by anyone with $500 pesos in their pocket.

So whilst this felt like a variation on a theme, it did feel like the more 'mature' choice.

So let's be clear, while I may not make the cover of Vogue anymore, I can still turn heads. I have a good pair of fake tits, a good looking pussy, and I know how to suck and fuck when I need to. And recently I have needed to....

There was a guy who's been a 'friend' for a few years. He's from Buenos Aires as well, and has always been there for me when I've needed somewhere to go. In short, he's obsessed with me. He's small, awkward and unattractive, but he is rich. Family money. And a lot of it.

I'd been having problems with the neighbours in my apartment, so that night I decided to go his. But as I walked to his in the rain, after I'd tried to call an Uber to be told that I had 'insufficient funds', I knew I had to make some decisions about my life.

By the time I arrived at his house I was soaked through from the rain. You couldn't have scripted it better. He was already stuttering as he stared at my now transparent top and my perfect, hard brown nipples showing through.

I really didn't want him touching me, but a girls got to do what a girls got to do.I apologised for the scene, but held his gaze and slowly began to slowly peel off my dripping clothes, piece by piece, and drop them on the floor in front of us.I got down to just my panties, then peeled them down to the ground as well.

The sight was too much for him.

He dropped to his knees and started lapping at my pussy like a starving animal who'd been waiting to eat for years. I looked down stroked his desperate little head in pity.

His tongue was licking every inch like his life depending on it. He was even trying to thrust it into my wet hole before retuning to licking top to bottom.

But I knew this wasn't going to be enough to get what i needed, so once I felt I'd given him his fill, I pulled him up and led him to his bedroom.

I didn't want to have to see his face, so I lay on my side, and offered him my pussy from behind. It was a dripping mess from a combination of rain water, and his saliva.I needed him to feel this was for real, so I let him push his tiny cock into me raw.  He started madly pumping like his life depended on it. I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but what was just about to be squirted into my body.

My pussy is tight, but perfect for his tiny cock. And this was the greatest moment of his life being inside me. He banged away for what felt like eternity, but I don't want to give him any undue credit. He only managed to hold on for less than a minute.

He let out a huge grown and thrust his hips forward as hard as he could as he pumped his hot cum inside my wet little pussy. I winced and I felt it twitch and pulse between my legs.

He clung onto me, doing everything he could to keep now limp little dick between my legs. I knew this was my moment.

'Baby, do you think you could help me out with a few things? I'm a little short at the moment?'

His reply was immediate.

"Anything you ever need you know you just need to ask. You are my queen.'

And that is how it began.

The next day he's paid off my debts, sent some of his staff to collect my things from my apartment, given me a car and a credit card and moved me into his house.

I now walk around in Versace and care for nothing.I have learnt to be an Oscar worthy actress and give him the fuck of his life every single night, like the good little whore I am.

It feels like a fair trade.

And let's be honest, isn't this what every half-decent looking girl on the planet is doing?