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Here is the 5th installment of 'A Pros Life',my true-life
experiences.... <1st attachment, "a pros life......pt.
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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
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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 5 - Sex In The City
Sunday morning,8am,when I wake up.Karen,my lover,is by my
side,arm draped over my breasts.She's still asleep.Must be from
the sex that we had when we went to bed.She's still dressed in
the 'hooker' stuff that she wore.Boy,does she look sexy.We ate
each other out a few times before we slept.
She really turned me on,hit all of my 'moist'
buttons,dressed like my twin and smoking a cigarette.I adore
sleazy looking women who smoke; I've shagged plenty in my
time...But Karen doesn't smoke...I think she only did it to get
me excited.Well,it sure worked!My mind drifts into the thought
process of Karen giving up her teacher's post and becomming a
whore just like me.That would be great...she could smoke all she
wanted and the whore look obviously suites her...but...but she
wouldn't do it...
Karen sturrs.I caress her hair and say "Hiya sexy".Karen
looks my way and stares me in the eye."Samantha,you've got an
evil look in your eye!".I smile and say "Well,babe,you put it
there!".I turn her over and mount her,going down over her face as
we kiss tenderly at first,then with more passion.Tongue's dart
into mouths and vagina's get moist...
Martika enters the room,white towelling dressing gown draped
over her young body.Her makeup smeared across her face from a
night asleep.
"You two at it again?God mum,you kept me awake from all
your moaning.Can't you stop fucking each other?" Martika
says,smirking as she does.
She takes one look at Karen before she says "Hey,you into
role playing as well,Kaz?"
Karen blushes.Martika goes from our room and makes her way
down the stairs.
Karen and I chat awhile.I pick out a cigarette from my
bedside cabinet,light up and offer it to Karen.She declines.I
grow sad on the inside.Pity.I place the cigarette back into my
mouth for the second time and inhale deeply,getting a huge
ammount of nicotine into my lungs and my system.I always feel
better having my first cigarette of the morning.That first drag
always seems to wake me up...
We chat awhile,taking about things that lovers do and when we
finally get out of bed it's a full twenty minutes since I first
looked at my clock..Upon going down into the living room Martika
is on the phone,coarse language comming from her mouth.When in
'hooker' mode her language,like all whores that I know of,is of
the gutter.I conclude that she's talkin' to her grandmother,my
mum,Sue.Cigarette clutched in the corner of her teenage lips she
makes full use of the words 'fucking','sucking','cock','cunt'
and others besides.Martika as a whore,is full on white
trash,just like me and my ma...
When she gets off the phone she relates what she's been
talking about.Sue's worked till 4am and has been up all night on
speed and coke.She sucked and fucked 14 guys and has been
steadily smoking and drinking since.You gotta hand it to
her.Although she's well into her 40's now she can still step up
to the plate and show the young hookers out there how to do
it.That's my mum....
I prepare breakfast; veggie sausage,bacon,tomato's and fried
eggs all around.Although Karen isn't veggie she has to here,I
wouldn't cook any meat in my kitchen.I serve up while Karen
fixes the drinks.
I'm well hungry.Breakfast goes down a treat.So does my first
intake of black coffee.I get a refill and we all chat
awhile.Martika makes a quick phonecall to her dad and tells him
we'll be over at 4pm.She beckons me over and I have a word with
Toni.Whilst at the phone,Martika goes upstairs to get showered
and changed.He asks me if I was all right and if I was working
last night.I tell him that I was.We just shoot the shit for a
while.Toni's a nice guy.I regret getting a divorce from
him...Well,technically,he dumped me once he knew of my life 'on
the game' but,hey,you know what I mean...
Once I get off the phone I think about Sue.I do worry about
her drinking and drugging.Sure, it's fun and decadent,but she
has a little girl,Amber,my sister who's just over 12 months old
that she should be thinking about.In the grand tradition of my
family,Sue hasn't got a clue who the father is.Yet another
punter's bitch child.Amber spends a lot of her time with baby
sitters whilst her mum shags anything with a pulse.I think that
she's irresponsible in that way and I know that she is a great
mum but,if I was able to have any more children I would look
after her much better.Amber; lovely child.Sue called her that so
that,I suppose,at some point in time,she'll become a hooker just
like us.It makes me think sometimes,did she have that planned
for me as well?
Martika comes back and offers me a cigarette.I thank her and
accept.She lights me up.She's just been showered and her hair is
still wet as she sits down besides me and sparks up herself. We
synchronise inhale and exhale a time or two before Martika
speaks.
"I really enjoyed myself over the last few days mum..." she
starts off cautiously.
"Well,i'm glad."
"I AM gonna do it after I finish school,y'know?" she says
exactingly.
I laugh and tell her that I kinda gathered that.
"I'm gonna work the streets here,just like you."
I look over at her.Martika is taking a long drag of her
cigarette.As she removes the cigarette from between her young
lips Martika notices me and looks directly into my eyes. I
inhale deeply on mine.
"Why do you want to be a prossie,Martika?" I ask through a
cloud of exhaled smoke.
"'Cos I love it.You do it.You trained me.Sue does it.It's in
the family genes!" she laughs.
"No,seriously now.What's the big attraction?"
"I love to shag.You've seen me fuck punters.I'm good at it
and that's what I wanna do with my life.Why?You want me to
stop?Is that what this is all about? I won't,you know...."
"I know,i know..." I begin. "...If you want to become a
full-time whore then I really don't mind,y'know?It's just that I
wished that you had set your sights on something else.You can do
it later in life.Why don't you give 'normal life' a chance and go
to college,study and train to some other line of work..."
"...and earn £100 a week?No fuckin' chance!I mean,I made
over £200 this weekend! Why would I give that fuckin' up!"
Martika snorts.
"So why a streetwalker?Why not work in a massage parlour.The
money's good.The sex lasts longer.Why not that?"
"Why then do you work the streets,eh,mum?"
"This ain't about me..." I say,taking another drag.
"I know,but why do you?"
"Because I prefer it,ok?I have no qualm about people
knowing that i'm a hooker.I adore the seediness of it.The
sex,the look,the drugs;I find it very glamorous.I live it and
breathe it. Fucking punters is what i'm designed for.Working in
a sauna isn't the same.I prefer quantity over quality.Street
work is what I like.That's why I do it."
"Well,the same here.I'm a sleazy old cunt.I love fucking in
cars.I can't get excited in a bed as I do in the back of a
car.I'm a fuck-hole,just like you,mum,and the vibe on the street
just suites me down to the ground.I can wear what the fuck I
like,work when I like.I don't suppose you can in a sauna."
"The money is way better,though." I say,grinding out my
cigarette butt in the ashtray.
"Mum,I really don't give a shit about the money.I'm a
streetwalker now and a streetwalker i'll stay.End of story!"
"That's fine with me.I AM proud of you anyway.You're my
daughter.I'm just thinking on my feet here.I love you to
bits,y'know?I really couldn't be happier that you are a prossie.I
just want you to do it for the right reasons."
"The sex?"
"Yeah..."
"Well,now ya know!" she says smirking at me.We give each
other a big hug.
"Hey mum,Karen's in the shower.Why don't you join her?"
I smile and nod my head in agreement.I get up and make my
way up the stairs and into the bathroom.I shout to Karen and
tell her that i'm comming in with her.I drop my robe and get
in.Karen is wet from head to toe.I caress her hips as she leans
forward to give me a kiss on the lips.Tongues find each other as
we hungrily,violently and passionately.For what seemed like a
lifetime we kissed.I pull away from her and slowly lower myself
onto my knees,facing her pubic mound.Karen spread her legs to
accommodate me.I lick her vagina like a dog licks a persons
face,which brings a giggle from Karen.
"On your knees again Sam?" she jokingly says.
I tongue gently enters her.I twirl it around in her vagina.I
feel her hand clamp onto my head, pressing my face to her cunt.I
nibble her clitoris in a raw-sex kinda way.I can hear Karen start
to whimper above my head.I up the pace.I nibble,lick,suck and
slurp on her cunt until I feel my mouth going numb.Then,without
much warning,I feel her shudder and the hot,syrupy female fuck
juices ooze from her cunt and into my welcoming mouth.I love
Karen's juices.They sure taste great!
"Now i'll please you.I know what you want.Get on the
floor,sexy." she coos.
I get on the floor of the bath,excited by what was to
come...me!Karen lowers herself on top of me,her fingers rub
circles around my aching pussy.First one finger,then another
enters my vagina.Karen slides her fingers in and
out.mmmmmmm....feels good.
"Y'know,in light of the the cock that I bang,day in,day
out,it's your fingers that drive me wild." I purr.
"You're a fuckin' trollop,Samantha Duponte." she snaps back.
"Well,make your trollop cum then!Finger my well used,trashy
cunt.Pump you fingers hard into your fuck slut."
Karen responds by pumping my loins hard.Her fingers seem to
be a blur of motion, getting me all wet.Karen calls me all
sorts of slutty names,getting me off big time.In no time at all
I cum,spending all over her errect fingers buried deep within my
pussy.I moan and whimper throughout.Karen removes her fingers
and puts them to my lips.I suck them,and my fanny juices with
sheer abandon.I love how they taste.We slowly get up and finish
bathing...
We both grab towels,one more for my hair,and put them around
our bodies.I run over to the bedroom where I dry myself off and
towel dry my hair.Ample use of deoderant and perfume are used to
cover my body,before I put on my black lacey underwear - no
panties though! My black leather jeans and ankle boots are then
put on and,funally, a large slash necked fluffy purple
jumper.With my left bra strap and shoulder exposed I begin to put
on my jewelery - 7 chains and pendants of varying lengths,3 coin
rings,1 wedding band,4 dress rings and a thumb ring.Seven
bangles are put on each wrist,4 ear studs with purple stones and
two large (and heavy) gold hoop earrings.
I then mousse,backcomb and tease my hair with the hairdryer
before I sit at my vanity table and start on my face makeup.I
like to begin by lighting up a cigarette and leaving it in the
ashtray,intermittently taking drags from it,as I construct
'Samantha the Streetwalker' from
cleansers,toners,foundation,blemish cream,compact
powder,blusher,eye shadow,eyeliner, mascara,lipstick and
lipgloss.I draw the remains of the cigarette to my lips and take
a huge drag as I look in the mirror and admire myself.'Lookin'
hot,foxy lady...' I say to myself as I stub out my cigarette
butt.
Karen is already dressed in her jeans and sweatshirt.She's
been patiently waiting for me to finish.No makeup,just pure and
fresh faced.Karen doesn't like to wear makeup much.Usually just
a bit of lippy.Over the last year or so I have fought long and
hard to get her to wear more. Last night she got it spot
on.Tarty.I like tarty.Her dress sense is just the same -
conservative. She has a nice pair of legs and looks good in
mini's,but most of the time she's plain.I mean,if she looked
tarty at school she wouldn't last long.No more job....
Martika is puffing away on another cigarette as we enter
the room;she loves her cigarettes. Whenever she's over here she
smokes the best part of two packets per day,a very heavy smoker
indeed.Sue actively encourages Martika to smoke more and more.I
mean,I don't mind her smoking but,hey,she doesn't do a lot of
exercise.She dislikes partaking in sports and the only exercise
that she does do is walking to and from school every day and the
sex sessions that she does.You could say that by my 'pimping her
out' i'm keeping her healthy!
She offers me a cigarette and I decline,telling her I just
put one out.I collect my purse and head out the door.I'm on
paper run today.I get to collect the Sunday papers from the
nearby newsagents.I chat awhile to the woman there.She's asian
and a really nice gal.She knows that i'm a prsotitute,as do most
people in my neighbourhood,but she treats me as an equal.I say my
goodbyes,after parting with a few quid over what is just a few
pieces of paper, and saunter off back down the road.A police car
pulls up a way down the road on the opposite side and the two
occupants get out.The police officer notices me and calls me
over.I casually walk over and chat.
The two members of the law say hi.The man i've known for a
couple of years.He's nice. The WPC? I've never seen her
before.The policeman introduces me to his colleague and tells me
that she's a new transfer to the Derbyshire constabulary.He asks
me what i've been up to and was I 'working' last night? I tell
him that i'm doin' fine and yes,I was on the beat last night.He
smiles and tells me that there were a few problems with dodgy
punters last night,one of my 'colleagues' was attacked.The
policeman then gave me a description of.the fella.I said that I
would spread the word.
He went on to ask me about any young girls out working.I
didn't know any I told him. What happened next shocked me.He
went on to give me a description of who could only have been
Martika.Lying through my teeth I said that i'll keep an eye
out.FUCKIN' HELL! As a parting shot I was asked if I was still
off drugs.I look him in the eye and tell him that i'm still
clean.He smiles and says that he's glad.
As I troll off I can hear him tell the WPC of my
background.Since comming over to Derby, i've been arrested some
13 times for soliciting.It's on my police records.My file lists
me as a 'common prostitute'.That's one of the problems with
girls trying to get out of 'the life', they're tarred with the
name.They say '..once a prostitute,always a prostitute..'.I don't
really believe that but,when a girl wants to go 'straight' and
apply for jobs,what does it ask you on ALL application
forms?'Any criminal convictions',that's what.What's a girl to do?
Lie?
Whenever I talk to Sue about it,she brags about being pulled
up.She hates getting the fine,as do we all,but she loves her
'record'.She's usually picked up every month or so.When she gets
into court and they ask her '..how do you plead?" she always says
'..guilty.I'm a prostitute'. When I tell her that i've been
pulled in she usually says 'Cool,girl...'.Mad or what?
Martika tells me that she can't wait to get arrested for
soliciting!I mean,what do you say to that? I think that's it's
been drilled into her head,by Sue,that you're not a 'proper'
prostitute until you are......
The police are usually all right with me 'cos I bang a few of
'em,give them 'freebies' so to speak.I personally know of a few
other tarts that do the same;screw the cops to get off.One of my
police 'punters' always asks me to screw him without a rubber.I
usually do.It's either that or get pulled in...
Many,many years ago I was pulled up and asked for sex or get
busted by a cop.I took the sex route.I took him down an alleyway
and shagged the fuck out of him.He then busted me anyway!The
fucker!!!
I get back home and spread the papers over the coffee
table.They're eagerly snapped up by the gossip-hungry vultures
Martika and Karen.As I sit down I tell Martika what I had just
heard.
"Fuckin' Hell,i'm famous!" she snorts.
Karen grudgenly gets up to make a fesh pot of coffee before
we all settle down to read the papers.Karen and I like the
Express and the Mail,Martika loves the News Of The World and the
People.We swap them around 'cos we all want to hear the lates sex
scandal.There's usually something or other about our fellow
whores in there and Martika scans through to hear how the other
half live...
I'm onto my second refill and second cigarette by the time
we finish,some two hours later. Right,time to start the
dinner.With all the pots on the go and the quorn roast doin' fine
I go back to the living room and chat awhile.Once it's ready to
serve,Martika does the honours. After luch we watch a bit of
EastEnders,having missed the weekly parts due to...well,do you
REALLY have to ask?
Right time to get ready to take Martika over to Toni's.Time
for a toilet break...I quickly change into a cum stained one
piece leopard print mini dress which is very tight,fishnets and
black stiletto's.I frizz up my hair a little,reapply my
lipstick,perfume and eyeliner.I look hot. Martika heads out
to the kitchen to bleach her nicotine stained fingers clean.Toni
doesn't know that she smokes.Then she hurries upstairs to brush
her teeth.Once we're all ready we head out of the door.
We get in Karen's car and I tie up my black leather three
quarter length trench coat into a loose knot and buckle
up.Martika is in the back.It's only a short ride over to Toni's
house.We get there before 4pm.We go up to the door and I ring
his bell.Toni appears and asks us in.We exchange pleasantries
and settle down in his living room.
He asks me who our 'friend' is.Karen introduces herself.I
tell Toni that she's my girlfriend. We chat and drink coffee
for two or so hours.Toni seems very interested in Karen.Wanting
to know of what she knows of my life 'on the game'.I think that
he was wondering how she could still be my girlfriend knowing
that I was a prostitute.He,after all,left me because of my
involvement in the lifestyle...I glance at the living room
clock.It's getting late.I tell Toni that it's time for us to
make our move.He nods his head and asks if i'm working in derby
tonight.
"No luv,Nottingham's best on a Sunday night.Get more
cock.Make more money." I answer in between exhaling smoke and
stubbing out my cigarette.Karen looks shocked.We say our
goodbyes and leave.
The drive over to Nottingham's red light district takes a
short while.We're in no hurry.On the way over,Karen lights me up
another cigarette,taking a drag of it before passing it on to
me.God,she's every lesbian's wet dream..and she's all mine! We
get to my spot.I inform Karen that she can pick me up at
midnight.She gives me a passionate kiss and I get out.I wave her
off as she drives away and start my 'working' night....
I see my mate Rose.She trolls over to me and I offer her a
cigarette.She accepts and I light both her and myself up.I ask
her if she's done 'anything' yet.Rose tells me she's just done a
fuck.
Rose is in her 40's and she's been a friend of mine for 7
years or so.She's cool.Rose has long blonde hair,neatly
coiffured and held together with slides and grips.She's about
5'8" and is wearing a black minidress.Rose's big breasted and a
bit of a heavy drinker.
A car arrives at my feet.Bloody hell,we're off to a
good,quick start tonight!I reel off my prices,slut style,and he
agrees to full sex.Good.He pays up and I get in and we drive down
to a nearby car park and we do the dasty deed.My punter's name
is Pete and he's in his 40's.I've done Pete a few times in the
last couple of months.He likes to fuck slowly but very hard.I
don't mind that.The only downfall is that it takes him longer to
'get off'.The good point is that at least I feel like i've been
shagged at the end of it...
Some 20 minutes later we're all done.Pete is sweating from
the 'exercise' as I tidy myself up.We drive back to my spot and
I put his used condom,as per usual,into my handbag,before I
thank him,kiss him and get out.I troll around for 10 or so
minutes before picking up my next punter.He just wants head and
I take him down to a lonely street to suck him off.He looks at
me with shock as I gently get his erect penis and bring it to my
lips.
"What?" I ask.
"You..you don't use a rubber?" he hesitantly asks.
"Nah!" I snap back,grabbing his dick and putting it into my
mouth to give it a workout...
"Bloody hell! I thought that you had to pay extra for that!"
I stop sucking and take his dick out to reply that this is
how I give head.I begin again.
"The other tarts make me use a rubber!"
I resume to give him my expert blow job;licking and
slurping,drawing him down deep as I do so.Within minutes he cums
down my empty throat and I gobble the lot down.I suck his cock
bone dry.I remove his spent penis from my mouth,pat it gently and
tuck it back into his pants.
"Hey! I'm a slut at heart and slut's don't suck off with a
condom,they swallow the lot!"
I get to pull another few punters with my vagina before i'm
left to idle away 20 minutes or so with no punters.So what's a
girl to do? I pull out my compact and reapply some powder to my
face then use my mirror to reapply my lipstick and lipgloss
before settling down to light up another 'Silk Cut'.Rose comes
over,half smoked cigarette in hand and we have a chat.I tell her
about the blow job punter that I did.She smirks as the smoke
plumes out of her mouth.Like me,Rose doesn't use a rubber when
she blows a guy off.Us older hooker's generally don't,but the
newer ones?They usually don't do anything without a rubber.We
laugh as we reflect that it's probably our ages!
Carla comes up to us.She's in her mid twenties and has been
selling pussy since she was 14,just like my Martika.She's
sporting a bit of a shiner over her left eye and her nose is
bloodied.
"Can I bum a fag off of either of you two?" she asks.
I give her one and pass her my cigarette to light her's up
with.She passes mine back to me. She's a bit shaky as she chain
inhale and exhales four or five times
"What the fuck's happened to you?" asks Rose.
"I've just been fuckin' robbed.They took my handbag,my
money,my condoms and my fuckin' fags." she cries,mascara tears
dripping down her face."What the fuck am I gonna tell Mike.He'll
be really pissed with me."
Mike is Carla's pimp.He's run her for a long time.Since
school.He treats her well but makes sure that she works every
night,even when she's 'on'.Carla tells me that he says to her
'...as long as you've got hands,a mouth and an arse you can
work.So get out there...',meaning you can still wank,suck and
anally fuck a bloke off.She does it all,poor bitch.Still,at least
he keeps her away from drugs....He has been known to smack her
about a little if she doesn't come up with her 'quota'.
She dries her eyes and says that she'll have to keep
working.I ask her how,without rubbers and she says that she'll
have to do it without.Rose and I gasp.Instinctively,we delve into
our handbags and produce a few rubbers each for her.We both
carry more than what we need,so it's no great shakes to give
some out.
As Carla scurries away,desperate for punters,we resume our
chat.I ask Rose about her daughter,Tracey.She says that she's
fine.Like me,Rose is a single parent and recently divorced. Her
husband had only recently,about a year ago,found out about her
life of vice.They were married 20 years before he found that
Rose was selling her cunt out,since she was 18 or so, and like
my situation,once he found out he dumped her.
Unlike my predicament,her daughter,who's 18,doesn't like
what her mum does.She's repulsed by it.She's disassociated
herself from her and lives with her dad.Rose has little or no
contact with her at all.That,I think,is what lead her to start
drinking heavily.
A Car pulls up and I saunter over to the door,my
trenchcoat open and my hand on my hip. With my cigarette
dangling out of the corner of my mouth I stoop at the door and
chat him up. This punter I know.I know most punters,yeah,but
this guy is different.His daughter is Martika's best friend at
school.He looks worried.He's obviously seen me from the parent's
evenings at school and begins to get worried.I tell him not to
and that it will be '...our 'lil secret...' and he agrees to
full sex.I get in and we drive over to the car park.I finish off
my cigarette as he tells me that he had no idea that I was a
hooker.
"D...d...does your daughter know?" he asks.
"Yeah she does.She lives with my ex 'cos i'm suppose to be
an 'unfit mother'." I answer.
"Most mum's don't whore about."
"Yeah,but I ain't 'most mum's' am I?C'mon,lets get you
off,honey." I coo back to him.
I exchange seats with my punter so he is sitting in the
passenger's chair.I unzip his fly and take out his errect
penis.He smiles and I smile back.I take a condom from my bag and
open it.Once open I put it seductively in my mouth and lower it
towards my punter's lap.I slowly blow on the condom.Once on,I
lift up my skirt and straddle his lap,easing his penis inside of
me.I slowly ride him,keeping eye contact with him as I pump his
penis in and out of my slit.My hands are resting on his
shoulders as I up the pace,grinding his cock deep inside. My
hands leave his shoulders long enough for me to tease up my hair
and moan in ecstasy.
"You're one hot slapper."
"I know,I try to be.I'm fuckin' you hard,babe."
"Fuck me harder,tart." he grunts,breathlessly.
"God,I luv it when you talk dirty.You're really gettin' me
off!"
For a short while,the only sounds going on are the general
moans and groans from both me and my trick,the clinking and
clanking of my bangles and the creaking of both the leather
seat and my leather trenchcoat that i'm still wearing.This is how
I like my sex.My mind drifts back to my third ever trick.The
one I did 'doggie style'.It sounded the same then.I think about
when I was younger,watching mum at work.She used to light up a
fag as she did this.I decide to do the same.
I reach over to my handbag and get my cigarettes and
lighter.I draw a cigarette from my packet and light up.I blow
the exess smoke sexily out of the side of purple lips before I
put it back between them,dangling from the corner of my mouth,as
I continue to get my bloke off.I move quickly up and down on him
as he calls me all the names under the sun.It only takes a few
more pumps from me before my punter cums,filling his condom with
that gorgeous, creamy liquid that I take as a job well done by
me.I feel his penis wither up inside me and I slowly dismount my
client.He leers at my torn fishnet stockings.He obviously thinks
of me as some low class slut.That's the look that I try to
cultivate.I think that I am getting there!
Although i'm not some brainless bint,I don't mind being
though of as one and used as a fuck toy.If I was from the states
i'd be looked on as 'trailer trash'.Some people think that I was
brought up in the gutter and I really don't mind looking,talking
and acting like I do.I mean,is my nick name 'bucket' or what?I
like it not knowing the names of who I fuck,a nameless cock
filling my trashy cunt.I'll take on all cummmers,anybody with
enough dough to give me a workout.Like mother,like daughter...
I shimmy my leopard pint mini dress down to it's more
respectable(?) level and take the condom off of my punter,tie a
knot in it and put it back into my handbag.taking the cigarette
from my lips I exchange places with my partner,getting back into
the passenger's seat.
"You liked that,honey?" I ask,inhaling again on my
cigarette.
"That was the best fuck i've had in years!" he answers.
"So your wife's not up to much,eh?" I say.smiling as I do.
"Errrhhh...that's different.She's not sleazy like youare."
"So you like sleazy sex,eh?That's cool.Thanks for fuckin'
me."
He grins.
"'Thanks for fuckin' me'?No,thanks for fuckin' ME!" he
answers.
"No probs,luv.All in a whore's work!"
"C..c..can I see you again?" he asks hesitantly.
"Sure luv,I usually work in Derby,Monday through to
Saturday.I'll be out on the streets there.You pick me up when
you can and we can fuck about some more,ok?"
He nods his head in agreement.Good,another regular on my
books!Once he has tidied himself up we drive back to my 'patch'
and I get out.
I pick up a few more punters,in cars,and service themwell.
My second week at the brothel was very different to my
first.I had noticed that at certain times of the day the girls
would leave me and go into another room with Leyroy.I thought
that it was some sort of group meeting.Well,it was,but not the
type that I had thought it would be...
It started off the same.The drugs,condoms and cigarettes to
start the day off,then the first flood of punters.I liked the
smack but really adored taking the coke.That became my drug of
choice.Banging the punter's brains out was fine with me.It was my
job and my life....
11am and there was a lull in punters and a 'meeting' was
called.This time,I was allowed to attend.The girls scurried
along into a room and I tailed behind.Leyroy was there in front
of us.
"Well tarts,you've done well so far today for me.Keep up
all the fuckin' and we'll be on target to get a lot of cash.Then
I can get you all some more 'slut clothes',ok?" he started.
He put a small molehill's worth of coke on a plate for us
to snort up and we,one by one bent over the plate to snort some
up.When it came to my turn I took a good bit more than I suppose
I should.Within minutes I was buzzing! Leyroy smiled as I took my
hit,obviously aware that I was well into the drug lifestyle.
Leyroy beckoned over Debbie and she stepped forward.
"Who am I slut?" he barked.
"You're my boss." she answered.
"What are you?"
"I'm your whore."
"What do you do for me,slut?"
"I fuck punters for you.I make you money by using my body.I
fuck anyone you ask me to."
"Good,slut,real good.Now get on your back and i'm gonna fuck
you."
"Thank you" she answered.
Debbie gave her lit cigarette over to Colleen as she got on
the floor and raised her skirt for Leyroy.Leyroy pulled down his
trousers,showing off his big,thick member.He roughly entered her
vagina and thrust away,without using a condom,on his #1
whore.While he was banging her brains out,Debbie whimpered.The
rest of the girls cheered him on,saying things like '..fuck the
bitch...', '...shag her sensless..',..bang the old slapper..' and
calling her a 'slag' and a 'slut'.I was shocked.Leyroy looked up
and noticed that I wasn't joining in but he went back to work on
his girl.Within minutes he'd cum up her.He pulled out of her
and,as she was on her knees, put his cum slick penis to her
lips.Debbie dutifully licked it clean.Then she was allowed to
stand up whereupon she thanked him and took her cigarette back
off of Colleen and took a huge drag.
"That was good,slut.Real good.Well done my #1 whore."
Debbie flashed a huge grin to us all and thanked him.A few
minutes of small talk passed by before Leyroy asks his half
sister,Cathy to join him in a fuck session on the floor before
us. Same as before,she had to call him the 'boss',her
'owner'.Same as before he rode her hard and rode her long.Whilst
he shagged her I could hear him say to her '.how does that
feel,my 'lil' slut sis?'.At only 15 years old,Cathy was an old
hand at whoring for her step brother.Of all of us,she was the
only one that couldn't really handle the drugs that Leyroy plied
on us all. I took to them like a duck to water but Cathy?She
spent half her time staggering around.
Like before the other girls called and shouted abuse at
Cathy as she did her 'duty' of being a fuck toy for her
brother.When Leyroy pumped the last of his semen into her already
well used hole,he pulled out as she got to her feet and shimmied
her red PVC mini down to a more respectable length.He face
glowed with a strange mixture of pride,shame and excitement as
she joined us.
"Right.Get out there whores and make me some money!" Leyroy
shouted.
We turned to leave.
"Samantha,you stay here." he said.I stayed as the others
snaked there way out.When the door was shut there was only
myself and Leyroy.He came over towards me.
"What's with you,slut?" he asked.
"What?" I asked.
"You not joining in,bitch.I don't think that you
understand.I own you.You're my whore."
I was gobsmacked! He slapped me hard in the face.I was so
frightened that I went quiet.
"Who am I?" he shouted.Again,no joy from me.He punched me
hard in the stomach.I fall to the floor,gasping for
breath.Leyroy towers over me.
"I SAID,WHO AM I,SLUT?"
"Y..y..you're my b..b..boss." I answer.He slapped me again
hard in the face.
"One more time bitch! Just who am I?"
Crying I told him that he was my boss.He smiled then slapped
me again.
"Don't you fuckin' forget it,Sam." he shouted.
"What are you?"
"I'm your whore."
"..and what do you do for me,slut?"
"I fuck punters for you.You're my pimp.I sell sex for you.I
go with who you tell me to and make you money." I meaklyanswer.
"Spot on.God,you're worse than that fuck slut of a mother of
yours.I broke her and i'll break you too.She knew what she was
gettin' you into.Now if I want to fuck you I will,y'know? When I
fuck the others I want to hear you join in the celebration too.If
you don't then you'll get more of the same.Do I make myself
clear?"
"Yes."
"Well get the fuck out of my sight and make me some
money,whore." he snapped.
I did what was asked of me and left.I cleaned myself up and
joined the rest of the girls.We worked for a few more hours
before Leyroy called us all together again.This time,the fuck toy
was me...
I'll never forget.Whilst he was having me,dry humping me,he
excitedly told the crowd ...
"I fucked your mum,she's my whore.I'm fucking you and you're
my whore.When she's old enough i'm gonna fuck Martika and make
her my whore.What about that,slut?"
Through gritted teeth I agreed.Sue smiled and the other girls
got back to their chanting and calling me a 'slut','fuck
toy','slapper' and 'bitch'.Leyroy was right; after only a few
short months I had accepted my fate of being pimped out by this
bastard.I was his whore all right, and I fucked long and hard
for my boss.I was 'Leyroy's Bitch #5' but I still had my spirit.I
wasn't like Debbie,the whore from Leeds,who was extremely proud
of being 'his'.Sue was beginning to go the same way too.She
liked having Leyroy as her pimp.
'Well,Leyroy got his wish,I suppose...' I thought to myself
as I was doing my 14th and final punter of the night.Martika was
a whore.Maybe not his,but a whore all the same.My vagina
throbbed and burned with all the sex that I had,as my punter
finished and pulled out.
The car was just parked up the road from my pickup so it
didn't take long to get out, complete with another
used condom,and get to my spot.I saw a car's headlights flash and
I went on over.It was Karen's car.Getting to the window I saw
her.I got in and kissed her on the cheek.
"I thought that it was you up there." she said.
"At last,i've seen you at work!" she continued.
"You like?" I ask.
"You make a lot of fuckin' noise when you bonk,don't you?"
Karen said.
"What can I say?" I begin,smoke streaming from my mouth out
into the car "..slut's make noise!" I smile at her.
As we set off,back to Derby,Karen told me that she had been
out there a short while waiting for me.She got out to stretch
her legs for a bit and got propositioned by some punter!!
END OF PT. 5
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