Confidence - 'My Anus I Used For Sex Business Can never Be Repaired, As I Wear Diapers 24/7' - Anal Sex Worker Confides From Her Dying Bed - Part One

Today on ' Thatcher and You for Real ,' we shall be talking about ' Anal Sex ', its pleasures and consequences, as...



Today on 'Thatcher and You for Real,' we shall be talking about 'Anal Sex', its pleasures and consequences, as narrated by one of our readers Endale.

Anal sex is the sexual activity involving penetration of anus.
For some women out there, anal action is the cherry on top of the sex version of an ice cream sundae: a little extra delight that completes something that was already delicious on its own. But for others, it's more like pâté: intriguing enough, worth a try, but absolutely not up their alleys (as in, a penis will probably not be going up that alley ever again). 

Our 39 years old Endale B., who is battling with the consequences of anal sex, tells us that it is a no go area while in bed with your partner. Read her plight below.


"I was in Year two of the Faculty of Science in the University of Douala, and 23 years old at that time, when my friend Gisele G. 25 introduced me to a man of about 56 years old who slept with me and paid me the sum of 200.000F CFA (450usd) just for a night. That was the very first time of trading my body for cash, and the day my life lost its meaning till date

After spending the night with my client, he dropped me off, right infront of our  students residential quarter in the morning. I called Gisele into my room and showed her the shocking salary for just a one night stand, but she said the client was a bit selfish, since hers were more generous than that.I was intrigued in meeting those generous clients like hers, and gladly hugged in appreciation  for the connection.

I went to the market, shopped for dresses and hair-dos suitable for the profession, and became a different Endale. 

Two days later, Gisele took me to one guy who worked at Akwa Palace Hotel Douala, where I gave my contacts to him, so that he will contact me and connect me with new clients that lodged at the hotel. His percentage was 20% of whatever you made per night, since he was the negotiator of all contracts. We also went to Sawa Hotel and did the same thing, and I became a full time subscribed call girl.

School was no longer important to me, because after serving a man’s bed needs all night, what you will need the next day will be a heavy breakfast plus long hours of rest, to recuperate the all night lost energy, and be strong for the next evening job if there was to be any.


Within six months, I had already moved out of the students’ residential area at Cite- Cicam, and was now in a two bedroom flat in Bonanjo, the heart of Douala. My parents disowned me when they discovered my new profession, and tried to talk me out of it but failed. I had gone haywire and was enjoying everything about the job.

Sim, the guy at Akwa Palace who had been giving us customers especially from abroad, called me one evening to say there was a jackpot for me. When I got there he said a just arrived Indian guy was willing to pay 1.000.000 F CFA (1650 usd) cash to any girl who will accept anal sex popularly called 'sodomizing.' He said the client also insisted on having a girl whose anus was still raw and virgin.

I had never had such an offer before, and so I spoke with my friend Gisele, who encouraged me to accept because that was the goldmine of prostitution. She rebuked me for hesitating and said if her anus was still raw, she would have taken the deal. Besides she added that for someone to enter your virgin anus, 1.000.000 F CFA was small and that I should meet Sim, and ask him to bid higher with the  client.

That day she offered me a packet of cigarette, and asked me to smoke 5 within five minutes so as to gather the courage that was need to do the job. I got back to Sim and told him I was ready for the job, but that the client should pay me 2.000.000 F CFA (3305usd). He disagreed, and after a long bargain on phone, said the client was willing to pay 1.500.000 F CFA (1670usd), no more, no less.

I dressed in my professional attire of very skinny skirt, see through top with no bras and a 15 cm elevated heeled shoes, took the elevator and went out on the 4th floor where his suite was. The Indian guy had been expecting me. As I knocked the door, he came and opened it, let me in and admired me from head to toe for several minutes before showing me to a seat.

He asked if I wanted to drink something and I answered, requesting for whisky. Within minutes that followed, the room servant was standing at the door with a bottle of Gold Label Jonnie Walker.

From his looks, I could see that the man in front of me was extremely wealthy, but the thought of his manhood in my anus climbed my temperature to 42.

He then asked “is your anus tight?.” I gave a head nod, as I drank myself into stupor. He asked again “Local currency or dollars?.”  "Dollars" I quickly answered, because according to the pride-code of our job, respected prostitutes get paid  only in foreign currency.

He opened his brief case, brought out an envelop, pulled out hot fresh 1670 dollar notes and gave to me. I counted the money to be sure I was not cheated, and put in my purse, went for shower and came back for the action, I was sweating, in an air-conditioned room whose humidity could form ice within two hours.

We gently started the game by kissing and soft caresses, and finally the minute came. He asked me to position myself like a dog, with hands on the table. I obeyed, and felt him put some lubricant at the door of my anus, since the anus does not lubricate like the vagina. 

His fat thick cork stretched open my very tiny keyhole, as I gave a howled, but my howling seemed to erect him even bigger as he squeezed my derriere on both sides, manipulating them up and down, until he finally made his way inside.

I felt like I was going to poop over myself or on his dick,but none of that happened. He was enjoying himself, appreciating the virginity of my anus and promising me more dollar notes for making him happy.

The pains I felt were so severe that at one moment I thought my heart had been ripped off my chest. And each time my legs got tired he would change the position to suit him. That guy was one sexual horse and for close to 45 minutes he kept pounding my ass inside out. 

Finally he relieved himself, and I didn’t know what happened later after I had cleaned up, but I slept till 5 a.m the next day, only to be woken up from the pains I felt inside deep sleep, as he was forcing himself again into the already wounded bunghole.

This time he  spent just about five minutes, and when I tried to sleep he asked me to clean myself and leave his room because he had a meeting and needed to get himself ready. 

He added me another 500 usd, and walked me the elevator, thanking me for being a sweet girl, and promising to call me again, when ever he visited Cameroon.

To be continued tomorrow

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