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Here is the next installment of my true-life story...enjoy....
Samantha xxx
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Please note that if you are at all under the age of 18
then.....what are you doing here? You shouldn't be looking!
This text is of an adult nature...........THANK YOU!!
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What you are about to read you will be surprised to learn is true. A lot
of my friends have said that my life would make an interesting story
so,well,I took their advice.Because it deals with 20+ years of personal
history it will be available as a serial.How many parts, I really don't
know yet! Anyway.......Enjoy!
"A Prostitute's Life"
by Ms. Samantha Josephine Duponte.
Chapter 2 - School & Work
Suddenly I come out of my daze,due to the sound of the door lock going.
I look at the clock. It's just gone midnight. The door shuts again and is
locked and a tall slender figure enters the doorway.It's Martika, my
daughter. Cigarette in her mouth she stomps in in a foul mood.
"Fuck it mum,I've only done five punters.Bastards.How many did you do?"
"7." I reply.
"Bitch." says Martika with a smirk on her face,pulling the cigarette
from her lips as she sits down on the settee.
I took another sip from my can of larger.I'm proud of Martika.She's 15
years old and has been on the game now for just over a year and loves
it.Since she was 12 she's been pushing me to let her try and all the time I
said no.Then,when we started using the internet I got friendly with a pro
named Tracey,who was about the same age as Martika,who said I should let
her have a go.Obviously,Martika read all these e mails and pushed
harder.Consequently I gave in and she now hooks in the school holidays and
some weekends.When I told my mum about Martika she nearly cried with
happiness.Strange that.
"Where did that love bite come from?" she asked.
"From my last punter..."
"Mum,you're such a slut!" Martika said smiling at me.
We chat away for a time,talking about our punters that we'd just done
and after a while Martika says that she's tired and that she'll retire to
bed.She asks if i'm comming up and I tell her that i'll be up later.She
stands up and removes her fake fur coat and puts it onto the coat hook in
the hallway before comming back in and kissing me goodnight.
I turn to watch her PVC clad bottom make it's way to the stairs then
take another drink. The last one.Shit this can is empty and so I head
towards the kitchen again and get myself a cool one.Clinking it open I take
another swallow before sitting down again and resuming my world of
thought.....
Boy that first night on the game was an eye opener for me.After Sue and
I hit the streets I was suddenly brought into the reality of the world that
I was now going to be a part of. The red light district of Sheffield was
teeming with woman,some little older than me,some around my mum's age - she
was 27.Some older,in their 30's or 40's and one girl looking just like that
; a girl.I thought `shit,she couldn't be much older than me!'.She wasn't.I
later found out that we were the same age. But no matter how old they were
we all had something in common.Regardless of how each of us dressed we were
all wearing stuff designed to pull punters : short skirts,open blouses,
stockings,revealing tops etc. As I was walking a little bit behind Sue I
noticed that the other women out on the street were giving me stern looks.I
was on their patch and with me looking like I did it was no surprise, I
suppose,as they were afraid of me stealing their thunder.Me? A barely
teenage girl who just happened to look like i'd been around the block a few
times.Not yet unfortunately! Sue looks back over her shoulder and notices
the look of fright on my face.She looks again at one of the girls on the
street who is looking daggers in my direction.
"Chill out babe,she's with me." Sue shouts.
They seem to treat her as some authority figure as they soon cool the
heavy stares.We walk a little bit more and then Sue stops.
"Ok,here's our patch."
We stand around for a few minutes until one of the girls approaches
me.She's quite tall, big breasted with a wild mane of jet black hair that
runs to mid back length,dressed to thrill obviously.She's probably early
twenties and looks like she's seen more that her fair share of action in
her time.She looks me up and down then takes a drag of her cigarette.
"What's your name honey?"
"Samantha." I reply. "How old are you girl?"
"18." I answer.
"Bollocks! You're not 18.What are you doing out here looking like
that?" she asks as she points at me,cigarette in hand,wafting in the cool
breeze.
"Same as you probably." I cockily snap back.
"You're new aren't ya? How come i've never seen you out here before?"
"I worked indoors."
The woman was getting slightly pissed at my remarks.Sue tapped her on
the shoulder and said "Sarah babe,this girl is alright.I know her.She IS 18
ya know.Don't give her shit,ok?"
Sarah sighs and takes another drag of her cigarette."Oh,ok then." Then
silence.......
"You want a cigarette,Sam?"
"Ah,go on then." I reply back,drawing a cigarette from her packet.I
place it between my lips as she lights it for me.I inhale."Thanks Sarah." I
reply in a stream of smoke. A car pulls to a halt across the road.Sarah
spins on her heels and says "Gotta go,love."Her stiletto heels clatter as
she runs across the street to the waiting car.She stands by the driver's
window,slightly bending over in the typical `hooker' stoop and talks to the
driver.Then silence. She struts around the front of the car and enters the
passenger's side.After a few moments the car pulls away.'Easy' I think to
myself,making a mental note of her action. After a few minutes a car pulls
up to where i'm standing."Go on love,ask him out." Sue tells me.I
hesitantly walk up the car,spurred on by my mum and stand by his
window.Stooping down so he could see my breasts I ask him if he wants a
date.He says yes and so I go on to tell him the prices.He agrees to 20 for
sex.I take one last drag of my cigarette before throwing the butt out on
the street.I look at mum who goads me on and I slowly saunter around the
front of the car and get in the passenger's side.
"Money first." I say cooly.The punter passes me a twenty and I close the
door.He drives away to a nearby,but not deserted,car park some minutes
away.I say not deserted as I look around and see other couples,some three
or four cars,parked nearby.It became obvious that this was to be my new
`workplace'. I slide into the back seat and make myself comfortable for
what was to lie ahead.Arching my knees a little and pulling up my skirt to
prove a saddle for his comfort.I hear the sound of a zipper going down and
then he pops over into the back seat and pulls down his trousers and
pants.His errect organ quickly enters my vagina and he quickly starts to
hump me.Without a sound,no talk just the sound of flesh hitting flesh,flesh
pulling out,flesh pulling in and the low moans of lust.With his hands
grabbing my slender teenage waist he thrusts away hard,rocking me up and
down,side to side.It feels clinical.I'm just there to collect his cum.I get
him off in under 10 minutes and he lies on top of me for a brief
moment,gasps and then sighs in contentment.He pulls his penis out of the
sticky mess that is my glory hole and tucks it away back in his pants and
his trousers before climbing back into the drivers seat.
"C'mon,hurry up." he shouts as I try to straighten myself up.I hurriedly
get back into the front seat.Fluffing up my hair to look a little bit more
normal,not like some slapper whose just been banged,I gaze down to my lap
and get the all too obvious feeling of the cum finding it's way back out
again.We drive back to my spot and I get out,looking for my mum.She's not
there.Obviously she's pulled.After only minutes mum's lift pulls up and she
gets out.Then another car pulls up and beckons me over.Same again,I saunter
over,ask for a date,reel off the prices and with a nod of the head I get
in...again!
Again the same thing happened ; I `serviced' him with my vagina but this
guy spoke more. This one wanted to talk dirty and so I obliged.I was more
turned on and this one lasted about the same length of time.Back at my spot
I got out.Within minutes again I was picked up.Same routine and then again
and again.I was getting very tired and sore now.Before tonight my pussy had
only seen my `finger action' but now it felt very tender.Once more my
vagina was taken before I had a breather.I was back on the streets and not
another car in site...thank god!
Sue came back again and ran up to me.She grabbed my hand and said "Shit
Sam,you're a naturnal.You've just `biked it'" with obvious joy.
"What does that mean?" I asked inquisitively.
"That's when a pro is picked up,does the `business',comes back and gets
picked up again within minutes and then the same thing again and again and
again." she says by way of explanation.She was smiling.I grinned back at
her.I had just done 6 punters back to back and boy,did it feel nice!
I stood around with Sue for near on 20 minutes.There was a lull in
business and I felt that I needed that breather.Boy did I need it.Even
though it was a clear summer night I felt a little cold dressed as I
was.The cum sliding down my legs grew colder as it's trail grew longer.I
understood why girls liked to work as much as they could ;standing around
idle all you can do to occupy yourself is to smoke.I felt the craving for a
cigarette.I looked around and saw working women on both sides of the long
street either lighting up or stubbing out.Giving in to my craving I lit up
myself and offered a cigarette to my mum which was gracefully accepted.
Standing around smoking for a little while,shooting the shit with my
mum,my attention is caught by a car pulling to a standstill some way away
on the other side of the street.Out pops Sarah,a little worse for wear who
notices us,waves and then make her way,unsteadily,over to us.
"Sarah's on smack." says Sue quietly to me.
As she reaches us she smile and greets me like a long lost friend.
"Hiya Sue,hiya Samantha.How have you done tonight?" she asks.
"Fine thanks Sarah." I answer,offering her a cigarette.She takes it from
the packet and I light it for her.Her eyes are glazed as she grins in a
cloud of smoke.I'm beginning to warm to Sarah. Idly chatting away to Sarah
we pass the time.She looks tired.I feel tired but obviously mum, Sue,has a
lot of stamina ; she's looking fresh as a daisy.It's getting on for 11 and
I quietly whisper into her ear that I want to go home.Sue's having none of
that."Shit girl,we work until midnight and not before." she says to me
angrily.'I'm gonna be really tired for school in the morning..' I think to
myself.
A man passes by and casually asks if i'm "up" for business.I reply yes
and he escorts me with an arm around my waist to a nearby alleyway.
"Well,what do you want?" I ask.
"Give me head." he replies in a thick sheffield accent.
"Cost ya 15." I say as he reaches into his pocket,takes out his wallet
and produces the cash. Handing it over to me I quickly put it into my
tacky red handbag and assume my role as a sex operator.Going further down
the alleyway I quickly get to my knees and unzip his trousers, pulling them
down around his ankles.His penis swells in his pants and I set it free.
I'm thankful at this point that my pussy isn't being stretched out by
another stiff cock.His cock isn't the biggest that i've seen all night but
it'll do for now.Tenderly pulling back his forskin he begins to ooze
pre-cum.I move my face towards his penis and gently,tenderly lick the tip
of it with my tongue.He makes a muffled groan.As I go down on his
penis,sliding it between my moist red lips,I suddenly realise that since my
indoor activities I haven't been told any of the punter's names.They
haven't asked me mine either.I begin to put into action the lessons on oral
sex that my mum imparted to me.Sliding it in,sucking on it,twirling my
tongue over it and pulling it out again.I do this with quick
succession.Pushing and pulling harder each time,moaning as much as I could
do with a dick in my mouth.I get him off in around 5 minutes and had the
shock of my life.When he began spurting down my virgin throat I wasn't
aware of how much cum would be fired.I began to choke on the semen and it
erupted out onto my lips and dribbled down my chin.The punter looked down
on me and laughed.
"Ha.You're a good sucker but you can't swallow." he said. "Go on
slut,lick me clean."
I did my duty and licked the semen off his cock and ball sac and
swallowed.Geez,It sure tasted funny.I didn't like it at first but then I
thought that if I was going to become a real-life prostitute,made to do
this day in,day out,I better learn to like it.I smiled a seductive smile as
he pulled his pants and trousers back up.
"The next time you suck me off I want you to swallow EVERY drop slut."
"I'll try." I replied.Mum had told me not to wipe off the cum from my
mouth if this happened and so I left my face as it was and went back to my
spot.When Sarah and Sue saw my face they laughed loud.
"I take it you've never sucked cock before Sam,eh?" sniggered Sarah.
"My first." I replied.But not to be my last......
In my next next 40 minutes of "hooker" time remaining until cinderella
hour I gave blow jobs to 4 more guys.Each time I tried I got a little bit
better at swallowing it and not "blowing out".Each time I came back with a
little bit of cum on my face.'Oh well' I said to myself,trying to hide my
blushes,'..a girls gotta learn somehow I suppose." We gave our goodbyes to
Sarah and made our way home.Sue kept on saying that she was extremely proud
of me,which made me blush.She asked how much money I had made and I
mentally totalled it up; first I had the three punters at home....that
ammounted to 60,right? Then came the six wanting full sex in cars....that
came to 120.Ok.Then the five blow jobs. What was that? 15 each?Five times
fifteen is.... 75.Cool.So add them together and i've made 255.Wow! For a
nights work,that was way too cool to mention.Proudly I told my mum the sum
total that I had earned.She smiled and said that I would have to give 125
to her.Why,I asked.She told me that for `..putting me out to work..' a pimp
normally got 50% so that she figured was owed to her.I grudgingly agreed
and told her that i'd give her the money when we got back home.What did I
care really,as for four or so hours I had 130 to show for it.In those days
100 was kinda the norm for a man to bring home for the week so there I was
; some inexperienced thirteen year old trollop who just got 130 for what
was half a days work!
My mind was working overtime on how much I could earn from this life.The
sums amazed me.Then I figured out what I would spend it on......make
up,cigarettes,jewelery,clothes.I loved them all.I had seen how some of the
other tarts dressed and quite liked to look like them myself.....I felt
that I could try out all these wild clothes and hair styles and the like
and fend for myself...not beg or borrow from my mum but develop my own
`hooking' personality, find out what "Samantha the Streetwalker" was truly
like.....
We got in and I threw my handbag to the table in the living room and sat
down.Boy it had been one hell of a night.I was tired.My ankles hurt from
the teetering on those high heels - I had better get used to those...My
mouth was sore,tight even,from all that constant sucking that I had endured
and my pussy was sore.Nine fucks on my first time out.Gotta be some kind of
record!
"Give me your money,hun." asked my mum.I leaned forward and opened my
handbag and counted off 125 and handed it over."Thanks luv." she
replied,rolling it into a bundle and putting it down her bra.She then went
to the fridge and took out the orange juice.Bring it and two glasses into
the living room she put them on the table in front of me.Turning on her
heels she took a bottle of vodka from the cabinet and unscrewed it,filling
the glasses roughly half full with vodka.I was later to learn that they had
triple measures in them.Taking the orange she carefully poured a little in
each glass.Once this was done she handed me a glass and took the other
herself.
"What's this?" I asked.
"Vodka.Take it....You've earned it tonight." Sue said,taking a huge gulp
of the potent fluid.So I did.I coughed a little as my throat burned from
the alcohol."Drink it all up." cried my mum.So I did.I felt a little
woozy,knocking it back just like her.Trying to be like Sue in the alcohol
stakes I was to find was something that I just couldn't do.
After finishing her drink,Sue lit up a cigarette and then handed one to
me,which she lit for me.The acrid smoke bit into my lungs as I inhaled
deeply.I felt good.We talked a little while, talked about the fucking that
we had both done and prostitution-type things,smoking as we did so.It felt
funny talking `shop' with my mum but nice at the same time.Once our
cigarettes were finished she told me to go to bed "...but leave your
make-up on." and that she'll get me up for school in the morning.I kissed
her goodnight and made my way to bed.Alone.Carefully taking off my `hooker'
clothes and folding them neatly on a chair I got into bed and turned off
the light.I couldn't really sleep.I mean,how could I after what I had just
done?The images rapidly flickered through my mind.Over and over and over
again.I did manage to get some sleep but not enough for a teenage
girl......
I was woke up by a gentle tap on my shoulder and my mum whispering in my
ear.She had run me a bath and I sleepily got into it,washing the previous
night's adventures from my body. After scrubbing all traces of `whoreness'
from my body and face I made my way out,towelling myself off and got ready
for school.With a breakfast already prepared by my mum I was all done.I
dreaded going to school.Somehow I thought that the other kids,and worse
still the teachers,could tell what I had been up to.Thankfully I think that
they didn't!
School was the same old,same old.I wanted it to end.The day seemed to go
on forever.I felt the desire to continue my new-found lifestyle.The bell
went and I almost ran home!Once there, as per usual,Sue was `finishing off'
her punter before comming down and making my tea. Once we ate I was told
that I had one and a half hours to get my homework done before I was to get
ready for my `work'.I quickly set about my homework and got it done with
minutes to spare.After putting it in my schoolbag I hurriedly made my way
upstairs to the bathroom to get bathed,changed and made up for my second
night.We both sat at the dressing table to apply our make-up.Once ready and
dressed like a tramp for the second night,we hurried out and got to our
spot.Smoking and standing around seductively it wasn't long before we both
attracted `trade'.I felt more at ease on my second night out and business
was,once again,brisk.After sucking and fucking my way through 11 punters
before our curfew of 12am,I made my way home having made 215.Sue let me
have 115 so I was happy.The cycle continued : home,
school,home,homework,hooking.On and On it went.Saturday was different ; Sue
stated that we had to work from 7pm (typical hooker start time..) until
3am.Long hours.8 long hours.
Comming home my legs felt wobbly which made Sue laugh."The hooker walk!"
she exclaimed.The tendons at the back of my heels were sore.My mouth was
sore.My pussy burned with tenderness.I felt well and truly fucked!Mum had
done good,making lots of money and I followed suit, having made 12 punters
happy with my pussy and another 5 by using my mouth.I swallowed every drop
I was proud to say.I even told my mum that!So with a sum total of 315 I
made my way home.I had well and truly earned it!Giving mum 150 I had 165 in
my pocket.I had over nine hundred pounds stashed in my badside table
drawer. I didn't bother to think that mum had at least that ammount out of
me and then her earnings, so she must had made well over 2500 in that first
week!Still,I had made friends with my fellow whores and they were treating
me as an equal,which made mum proud.
The second,third,fourth and fifth weeks went pretty much the same.I was
beginning to pull some regulars and my body was standing up well to the
punishing schedule that I was placing on it,making pretty much the same
kinds of money too.Some days mum would goad me into `capping off' from
school and so after I had been signed on the register,I would run off home,
quietly come in,run upstairs and get myself all tarted up,go out again and
knock on the door, just like one of Sue's visiting hookers.We'd all
chat,talk `shop' and smoke and drink thru to the evening.It was great.It
was one way to make them think that I was an older girl and that my mum was
a friend.Sarah was a card ; she'd shoot up in the living room whilst I was
there. Then she'd offer me some smack.I'd always refuse but,secretly
inside wanted to try it out.I never did until much later.Some of mum's
other friends were addicts too.They seemed to take delight in showing off
their track marks,made from injecting.They were hidden under a jacket or
such,but Sarah's tracks were her calling card.Punters would used to ask me
"....where's that addict hooker friend of yours?" and i'd immediately know
who they were talking about...
The final night of my fifth week went well.As we walked home Sue said
that she knew that we had now broken up from school for the six week
holidays.She asked me how I was going to spend them.I hadn't really thought
about that ; my life had been a constant blur what with me doing what I
did.Sue said with a smile on her face that phase 2 of my training was to
begin. When I asked her about it she said that we were going down to
King's Cross for the week and working down there for a change.
"That's prostitute boot camp there.You'll be working long and hard and
learning new things as you do so.If you can last it out down there then
you'll be well on the way to `whore-dom'. I did it.It made me who I am.I
would like you to.....if you want to be a `real' prostitute." said
Sue,waiting for an answer.
Of course I wanted to be a `real' prostitute.I had thought that I was
one already!But Sue knew what buttons to press to make me do things.I
wanted to be like her, do what she did, experienced the same
things.So,consequently I said yes.
Monday morning I was woken up at 8:30 and got in the bath.Getting
ready,Sue told me to get "...all slutted up" which I did.Wearing a tight
black leather mini skirt,fishnets,high heels and a low-cut red top,topped
with a shitload of jewelery and makeup I looked just like I was suppose to
- a cheap tart.Getting a shoulder bag and putting my toiletries,make up and
a number of fresh bras and fishnets,a couple of packets of cigarettes and
packs of chewing gum into it,I was ready for phase 2.Sue quickly got her
stuff together and then we were ready.Then, I just had a thought....were we
going to do any clothes shopping.Sue said yes and so I got some money from
my bedside `collection',some 1000,and stuffed it into my bag.Mum told me
not to forget my tacky red handbag and so I put that in as well.With that
we left,heading for the train station.Paying for the tickets and taking our
seat I noticed that we caused a number of heads to stare...obviously they
knew what we were and what we were going to do.I blushed a little but mum
grabbed my hand and whispered "..don't worry Sam" into my ear.After
changing station a number of times and some three and a half hours later,we
arrived at our destination.King's Cross. Lighting up a cigarette and then
handing one over to me,Sue said proudly "Welcome, Samantha,welcome to our
spiritual home."
Back in the `here and now' I take a sip from my can and reach for a
cigarette.
"Shit,my last fag." I say disgustedly.
Pulling it from the pack I light up,taking a long,hard drag.I think back
to Martika's fur coat and chuckle as I do so.It's a hand-me-down.I had
bought it on that first trip down to King's Cross.I had worn it and used
it.It had paid it's way in my whoring and now it belonged to another
whore,my daughter,hoping that it'll pay it's way in her whoring too.Quite
ironic really....... Another sip of the larger is followed by another drag
of my cigarette.
Meanwhile,back in King's Cross...
Mum leads the way and after going past a few streets and getting cat
calls from the passers by,we arrive at our destination.
"Well,here it is Sam,C'mon,let's go in." says Sue.
Looking up I see a real flea-ridden hotel.I can't even remember seeing a
name above it.We enter and check in.As we do so some buxom blonde is going
out,dressed like a cheap tart.I was now well aware of what this `hotel',for
want of a better name,was being used for - a whore den.Somewhere to take
our punters after we had pulled.The blonde hooker looked us up and down
before sneering at us and going on her way.
"Fuck her." said Sue,cigarette dangling from the corner of her heavily
made up mouth.
She then signed us both in for the week and we made our way up to the
rooms.Funny but I wondered why the receptionist asked if we were booking
for an hour or for a day.Mum winked at him and told him it was for the
week!
The rooms were just off the stairway and side by side.We went into our
respective rooms, closing the doors as we went.I looked on the bed and
found a little note proclaiming `..daily linen service.Sheets changed daily
for 5 per day.Please enquire at the front desk.'.I plonked my bag down and
took out my little red handbag,cigarettes and chewing gum.Once I looked in
the mirror of this foul room to reapply my make-up I ws ready to start.I
heard a knock at my door.It was mum.I let her in and she told me to get
ready to go downstairs.I went first,after locking my door,and she
followed.Once there we walked,nay strutted,over to the front desk and made
them aware of our needing daily linen.Once this was booked and paid for we
went out.
"What are we doing Sue?" I asked.
"It's 1pm.Time to do some punters on the `lunch run'" she answered.
We walked a little way.It wasn't far from the hotel when we hit King's
Cross's `red light' area.Even though it was just after midday there were
about a dozen or so girls out there plying their trade,trying to pull some
cock.Now this didn't really happen in Sheffield ; a pro there worked from
seven,maybe six sometimes,until midnight.That was it.That was the common
approach.But here....Wow!
Checking out the other girls I saw a great ammount of PVC and
leather,gaudy colours one and all. They even made mum look like a nun!The
blonde hooker from the hotel was `parked' across the way from us.She seemed
to be giving us both the evil eye.Sue turned to face me and said "..just
walk tall `n don't take no shit Sam." as we both sauntered off to find a
spot from which to work.Swaying our hips as we did so we caught the
attention of all the girls out there.
With Sue stooping over,revealing her ample breasts to the world,with a
cigarette dangling from the corner of her mouth it wasn't long before she
pulled.He was on foot and she took him back to her hotel room to `service'
him.I soon got picked up myself.He was also on foot and had a thick london
accent ; so thick in fact that I couldn't really understand a flippin' word
he said.He took me down an alleyway and asked for a `wank'.I was shocked.I
had never wanked off a bloke before.When a man shot his load it was always
inside me not elsewhere.'Why ?' I thought to myself.When asked for a price
I stumbled.How much? I dunno.I quickly thought of a figure and told him
"...a tenner,luv." which he paid me.
Mum had always told me to `aim' a man at my body and so I proceeded to
masterbate his stubby penis with my left hand.Initially it quivered in my
hand but soon I was pulling the foreskin back and fourth,slowly at first
and then building up pace,as he moaned in appreciation.Within a few minutes
he shot his load all over my black mini skirt.SPLAT! Mum had told me not
to wipe any cum off of my clothes and to behave like a real scrubber so I
left it to run and make a pattern down my skirt.Within minutes it had dried
on and left a white hue on my nice leather.Once he pulled up his pants and
left I sighed and headed back out onto the main street,aware of my now new
cum stained attire.
Within minutes of getting back to my `patch' and lighting up a cigarette
I was approached by a youngish bloke.Brazenly leaning forward I asked
"Wanna have a good time,hun?" to which he smiled and nodded his head.I
reeled off my prices and he agreed to full sex.
"I've got a room nearby." I told him."Good" he replied.
"By the way,what's your name?" He asked.
"Samantha,luv." I answered back.
"Geez,nice `name'.Where do you come from?I mean,I haven't seen you out
here before.Are you new?"
"I'm from Sheffield.Up here for the week.Wanted to try my luck out." I
said coyly.
With his arm tucked around my waist we walked back the short way to my
hotel.Smoking as I did so I noticed the grin on his face.Boy was he
excited!'Boy was he gonna get fucked' I thought to myself.
Upon entering my new make-shift home we walked past the reception desk
and up the stairs to my room.Faint moans of pleasure were comming from the
locked doors on my floor. I could also hear the faint creaking of
beds,obviously much used by the girls here,and wondered,out of
curiosity,how long a bed lasted from whoring.Was it months or was it years?
His arm left my waist just long enough for me to unlock the door and to
enter.Grinding what was left of my cigarette out in the ashtray on my
bedside table I quickly got down to business.
I pulled myself up the bed and pulled my tight black mini skirt as far
as it could go,leaving what was left of my modesty open to question.With my
eager beaver keenly on display I watched as my young client took off his
shoes,trousers,pants and shirt,but keeping on his socks.This made me
smirk.Creaking and groaning was going on next door and then suddenly it
stopped.Obviously mum had just finished up.
With my `payment' pushed down my bra,my client quickly got on top of
me,entering my longing vagina all the way.Soon he was in to the
hit.Although I was still dry in that region I had become accustomed to the
sensation of a hard,stiff willie entering me like that.That was what
prostitution was all about - being ready to satisfy your client even at
your own expense. That said,the feeling was beginning to become a nice
one....
With the punter banging away at me,my clit swelling with excitement and
the bed creaking in sympathy I moaned aloud.My hands grasped his arse
cheeks and pushed him harder into me. I was wild.My mind drifted with this
craving of desire.Just over 5 weeks ago I was content to just `play' at
prostitution but now,boy did I want it.I needed sex all day.When I was at
school I craved for the time I could go home and just get ready to pull
punters like him.Anybody...I needed a cock down my throat or in my vagina.I
needed sperm shooting into my body.I would do anything for it.I had,after
all,become a prostitute.Sure,part of me wanted to please my mum, to be
her,even,but more so was the feeling of fucking all day and all night `till
it hurt.I needed fucking....Mum was right.King's Cross was our spiritual
home,and I was going to fuck every punter that I could whilst down here.
Pretty soon I was brought back to earth with a tingling in my loins and
a client spurting the last of his `joy juice' inside my hot tunnel of
love.After a few seconds to collect his breath he pulled out and got
up.Getting dressed he said "Shit girl,you are one great fuck!" in an
almost-out-of-breath voice."Thanks honey." was all that I could muster.
With him gone I dragged myself from off the bed and shimmied my little
mini skirt down to it's full length,noticing the leakage of sperm as I did
so.I quickly reapplied my makeup, fluffed up my hair a little and sprayed
some body spray all over my moist body.Remembering to take my money from my
bra I quickly put it into my handbag and left,locking the door as I did
so.Stopping only to light up another cigarette I made my way past the
reception desk and back onto the main streets again,soon hitting my
`patch'.Sue was back there again and we waved to each other as I was picked
up again my a man on foot.
With him wanting full sex I returned,once again,to my hotel room where I
`serviced' his thick penis with my youthful vagina,squeezing every last
drop of sperm from his cock before I finished.Some 3 punters and 50 for all
of 40 minutes work.But...I wasn't finished yet.
I was picked up twice more and serviced these punters,from my bed,with
my pussy before I had pulled someone in a car.It was a smart
car.Blue.Looked new as well.The driver wound down his window and I struuted
over to it,leering down to show off my breasts,and asked him the usual.He
replied that he wanted a blow job and paid me the money as I made my way
around the front of the car and into the passenger's seat.Closing the door
behind me I put the 15 into my handbag and fastened the seatbelt.We drove a
little way to a deserted car park. Ahhhh....my second home.With that he
stopped,unzipped his trousers and dropped his pants.
"Get yer mouth `round that,tart." he said.
I unbuckled my belt and put my face over his lap,just like I had done
many times before. Caressing his penis with the carefully manicured
scarlet nailed fingers of my left hand I quickly got a result.His member
was now a raging,throbbing beast of desire.I looked into his eyes and they
burned right thru me.Lust was on his mind.It was on mine also......
Lowering my red lips to his cock,I teased back his forskin and licked
his tip,coating it with saliva.That usually works.Slowly but surely I fed
my mouth with his cock.It filled me up as I sucked and licked his member
with all the skills that had learned.I prided myself on my cocksucking
skills.After a few minutes of this I suddenly felt a hand on my head.He was
grabbing me by the hair and forcing my face down onto his cock.Pumping my
head up and down on his penis I felt that I was going to choke.My neck
ached.Quickly I thought that I should make it easier on myself and just let
his do it,making my mouth and my moist lips a sheath for his penis.I just
hoped that it would finish soon.I let my neck flop and my face bounce up
and down on his groin.Within a minute or two my mouth was violated with the
now familiar taste of hot semen gushing into it.
After `doing my duty' and swallowing the liquid I heard him
laugh."Ha,ha..that was great, tart." he said in fits of laughter.I wasn't
happy and I told him to take me back to my spot."Sure, luv" he answered as
he zipped himself up.I was silent for the short drive back and got out and
slammed his door shut.I could hear his laughter even through the closed
window of his car.I felt humiliated.He just sped away.My mum noticed and
ran over to me in worry.She was very concerned.After some deep breathes I
told her what had happened.She just smiled and told me that that was what
is known as a "face fuck".
"That's Sarah's speciality." she said smirking."C'mon,we've about
finished.Let's get something to eat." She took hold of my hand and we
walked over to a nearby cafe where Sue ordered two plates of chips,peas and
fried egg along with a cup of tea.Finding a table and sipping my mug of
steaming hot tea I felt a little more calm.Quitetly tucking into our meals
I looked around and noticed quite a few other `working girls' in the
place.Obviously they were passing time here...
After finishing our meals and looking at the time I told Sue that it was
3:30pm.We smoked a little and then got up and made our way out."We've got
four hours now in which to rest up, ok?Let's go pack to our hotel and just
relax." Sue muttered.I agreed so we went back.As I lay on my bed and gently
fell asleep,mum sat in a chair nearby and rested.After what was only 3
hours I was woken by Sue who said that we'd better get ready.I noticed the
communal shower and quickly used it.It didn't have good pressure but it did
the trick.Washing my hair I tied a towel around my chest and got back to my
room.As I dried off mum used the shower. Soon I was ready again for
punters ; having dried,dressed and applying my make-up I was "Samantha the
Streetwalker" again.In the time it took me to smoke three cigarettes,mum
was ready...
I picked up my last packet of cigarettes and put them into my handbag
before we went out. Sue had an idea.We decided to go to the pub and have a
quick drink before we started work. The pub was not that far away and it
was the first pub that I had ever went into.It was standing room only.The
place was teeming with vice girls,punters and people just having a drink
and probably of voyeur nature - wanting to see us girls pull.Sue got a
double vodka and orange for me and one for herself and we stood around
chatting and drinking for a short while.After our drinks we made our way
out and back to our patch.Now that was a eye opener! I must have counted
at least 25 vice girls lining the streets ready to thrill.I wondered out
loud about our chances of making money."Don't worry Sam,there's plenty of
punters around" Sue said and sure enough,it wasn't long before we had each
pulled.
I spent the evening going to and from the hotel,using my vagina to great
effect with no end of punters,becomming intimate with the back seats of
numerous cars or down alleyways with a dick in my throat.Sue did
likewise.She even told me later that she even tried anal! Not me!
By the end of the night,at about 1am,we made our way back for the last
time.Semen ran down my thighs like a river.It had been one hell of a day!As
we were walking back to the hotel,Sue quietly told me that she had bought
some heroin and a needle from one of the girls and that she was going to
try it.Once back in her room I watched as she tied her arm at the elbow
with a belt and shoot up the heroin.As she did so she warned me not to
try.I promised that I wouldn't but felt inside that I was lying.Pulling the
needle out and taking the belt from her arm it wasn't long I think before
she felt the affects of the drug.Her eyes glazed over and she soon became
groggy.She smiled a lot.I noticed that.After looking over her for near on
40 minutes or so I felt that she was ok to be left.I helped her into bed
and went to my room. I slowly fell asleep,not really noticing the clanging
and groans comming from a couple of other rooms.Obviously these girls
worked till late...
The next day continued much the same.We did our cigarette shopping first
from a local tobacconist who was female.She gave both myself and Sue stern
looks,obviously knowing what we were.Having bought our goods we worked the
`lunch run' and did quite well.Back to the hotel for a rest and then we did
our night duty.Business was brisk,as per the previous day,and I had fun.A
man came around to where we were standing and offered to sell us some
condoms.Sue snapped.
"Rubbers are for amateurs.We're prostitutes and `real' prostitutes don't
use them so FUCK OFF!" she barked at him.He got the message and left us
alone.As per the previous night Sue bought herself some more smack and shot
up once we got back home.
The third day working was more of the same.I was getting used to the
work load and enjoying my sexual liberation.Sue was thriving in this
atmosphere.She was starting to do more anal sex with punters and even
started pulling women.Before we went out on the night shift,Sue had told me
that there were a few guys interested in having me work for them,in effect
be my pimp.I began to feel worried.She alayed my fears by saying that I
would stay with her and that whatever she did to me in the next few days
was to protect me and to keep me safe.She went on to say that she loved
me.I was a little frightened but felt safe and loved by what she said to
me.
We had pulled a few punters that night and did a variety of sexual acts
with them before I got accosted by this bloke that ran up to me.I was
standing around,hand on hip and smoking seductively,between punters when
this guy started to give me shit about "..taking work off of my girls.".He
stood in my face and ranted and raved about the issue that if I wanted to
work on this street then I would have to give him a `fee' for the
privilege.Well bollocks to that! I felt scared and Sue ran up to me,tapped
him on the shoulder and got in his face.
"Oi! Stop fucking around with my girl.She works for me,ok?Not some twat
like you." Sue shouted angrily to him. "Sam,get out there and work,girl."
I looked at her dumbfounded. She slapped me around the face and repeated
herself again.I was in shock but walked away. Looking over my shoulder I
saw Sue getting a flick-knife out of her bag and hold it up the pimp's
face.He obviously shit himself and ran off,mouthing that "..nobody does
that to me."
Sue caught up with me and exclaimed her regret."Sorry Samantha,I didn't
mean to do that but I had to make that fucker think that I wasn't
joking.You know that I love you and I just wanted to protect you.I'm really
sorry.I don't think that he'll trouble you again."
I felt scared and upset that she hit me,something that she had never
done before,but I had to pull myself together.I was here to work and work I
did......
I pulled my usual ammount of punters and so it seemed did Sue.Walking
home after work with my mum and her obligatory bundle of smack she kept on
telling me that she was sorry for her actions.She was really upset about
it.So was I....Still,I told her that I would forget about the whole
incident....
Day four was more of the same.Day five was our "day off" and we went
shopping.We each got a large suitcase and we intended to fill it with loads
of clothes,bought with our ill-gotten cash.I bought myself a collection of
short leather mini skirts in red,white and black,a three quarter length
fake fur coat,some black lacy bras,fishnets and suspenders and some tight
sheer blouses in both red and black.Things that I felt would accentuate my
busom and make me look whore-like.
I wasn't stopping there.I went wild and bought some zebra and leopard
print minis and tight tops with plunging necklines.Right,clothes out of the
way.....next jewelery and makeup!
A complete collection of make up was aquired with lipsticks and
eyeshadow in red and purple.Rings and necklaces were bought like they were
going out of fashion! At one point I felt sure that the salespeople
thought that we had stolen the money to pay for this.By the end of this
busy day I had blown something like 2000 - 3000 on myself.Quite a catch.
We went out that night.Sue in a new red PVC mini dress that she had
bought and me in my leopard skin ensemble,modelling myself off barmaid Bet
Lynch,from the tv programme "Coronation Street".I was proud of my
appearance;I resembled some of the other sluts that would be out there
tonight.Good.This was me,the real "Samantha the Streetwalker".
Work was once again brisk.From 7pm till 1am my pussy throbbed into
action time and time again;down alleyways,in my room and in cars.Dick after
dick impailed me in my mouth and vagina.It felt good.I warmed to my diet of
semen.
Then it was Saturday.We decided to stay long enough to do a lunch run
and after collecting our things from the hotel,made our way back home to
Sheffield on the train.As we sat there, smoking away,I felt a tinge of
sadness about leaving King's Cross.Mum was right; I had learned an awful
lot.I felt that I now knew how to operate as a prostitute...the
pitfalls,the way of doing things.It was all ingrained in my mind.I had
certainly had a ball.I had rooted every man that I had came into contact
with and felt that I was now some well oiled,well drilled fucking
machine.....
Once we got back home I made my way to use the toilet,reapplied my
makeup and perfume and headed straight back out again,ready for a night
shift.
"My,my....you are eager to work,aren't ya?" Sue smirked.I lit up a
cigarette and turned towards my mum before nodding in a cloud of smoke and
heading out the door.After all, Sheffield's red light district awaited me
and I accepted it's gracious offer willingly...
END OF PT. 2
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