The Life of a Prostitute

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by Doris Joe


  I was confused by Ken’s actions as his pants were down and I could see his dick had popped out of his boxers He did look hard as he usually did when he saw me naked but I knew he was horny with me being gone. He tried to push the cop off of him but I did notice he was staring at the officer’s exposed dick. As he flailed maniacally the cop rolled him over onto his back. The cop said, “Hold still. Calm down, Mr. Harris. Just relax.” And with that, the cop grabbed my husband’s cock and started jacking it!

  At the exact same time, Mel, Danny, John, and I all said, “Oh my God!”

  The cop said, “We have to get him mellowed out or he might be dangerous.” My husband lay back as if in a trance and his eyes looked up at me but didn’t seem to focus. “Baby, I… wouldn’t be hard like this if I had been able to fuck you this morning but you’re On the third day of your period.”

  Mel and Danny looked at each other and shrugged. Danny said, ”Ah, no… not true. She wasn’t on her period when I fucked her.” Mel chimed in, “She was dry last night when I ate her out or that wouldn’t have happened. I don’t know what he’s talking about.” The cop nodded in accent, “She didn’t have a tampon on when I finger fucked her last night”

  I was so amazed at what was happening I bent forward to get a better look at what the cop was doing to my husband who was sobbing but lying completely still. Jesus! Someone other than me was jacking Ken off! As I leaned forward John quickly pushed his cock into my ass! “OOWWW! Easy, stud… slow down!”

  Ken lay there as he was getting jacked off and looked at me. “So, you’re going to let him fuck you, too, eh? And in the ass? You never let me do that. Everyone in this fucking house gets to fuck you but me, is that it?! Well, I guess you ain’t the only pervert in this family, are you? Officer, quit jacking me off and suck my cock. You know you want to!”

  The cop went down on my husband expertly as I felt John’s cock push further in my ass. I looked over to the couch and saw Danny was hard again. Jeez, he never quits! Melanie jumped up and came over to me. She saw how my tits were swaying under me as John was buggering me and she squeezed my tit lightly. “Maybe this is all they want and won’t tell on us. I’m glad you agreed to let Danny’s dad fuck you. That might save us. Once they’re all fucked out, I think they’ll leave us alone. All they wanted was sex from us. And we’re both enjoying the attention, right, baby?”

  “Get the key to the cuffs from the cop while he’s distracted. My arms are starting to hurt.” John reached in front and his hands took Mel’s place on my swaying tits as she crawled over on the floor, turned on her back and wiggled underneath the officer and guided his cock into her mouth for the second time in two days. Her fingers were unbuckling his belt. I realized this was the same ploy she had used at the hotel to get Danny’s phone. Man, she was good!

  Ken had one hand on the back of the cop’s head as he bobbed up and down on his cock slurping as he did. With his other hand, he reached up and grabbed Melanie’s tit. After a few minutes, Mel had the cop’s pants down to his knees as he was bent over Ken sucking him off, oblivious to Mel rummaging through his pockets. Danny realized what was happening and got up from the couch and pulled the cop's pants off.

  He went through his pockets careful not to touch his gun belt and got the key. He looked up to me and winked. Mel decided not to stop sucking him off and seemed to like Ken mauling her tit and pinching her nipple. I watched intently as Danny unlocked my cuffs while his Dad was pounding my ass hard now, his hands kneading my tits mercilessly. I was actually a little jealous of Ken exploring my friend. Weird since I didn’t seem to mind the cop sucking him off! In fact, it looked kinda cool seeing someone other than me getting pleasure from his tool.

  Still bent over by John, I started to rub my wrists. “Thanks, Danny.” “No problem, teach. Now you can repay me. Drilling you with the dildo in your bald cunt was great but it isn’t gonna cut it tonight. I wanna fuck your sweet cunt again.” He grabbed my wrist and yanked me off his dad’s boner and pulled me over to the couch.

  “Hey, son. I wasn’t done!”

  “Then get your dad-ass over here and lay down. I’ll put her back where she was. We can both get what we want from this whore! John lay back on the couch, his hard cock in hand as Danny grabbed my forearms gently and guided me so one leg was bend and over John’s hip while my other leg was still on the floor for leverage. It was as if Danny was asking me to dance at the Senior Prom. He looked so innocent and seemed to think I was as fragile as a doll. We both knew better as I smiled at him as he lowered me onto his dad’s pole, which went right back into my ass much easier this time as he had already stretched my asshole.

  John’s rough hands were back on my tits as he pulled me back against him, the perfect angle for my gaping pussy practically aiming at his son. Danny crawled onto the end of the couch and wasted no time entering my pussy for the second time in a few days. I loved his cock and the sensation of his and his dad’s pole fucking both of my holes was divine.

  I then heard the sound I’ve heard hundreds of times in this house; the low growl that Ken makes right before he cums. I looked over and saw the officer’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed Ken’s load.

  Ken rolled over on his side panting as he saw Mel was still sucking the cop off. He rolled on top of her and spread her legs and started licking her cunt. My eyes went wide and even though I was getting double penetrated by two studs my brain went into wife mode.

  “Hey! You can’t do that to my friend! Get away from her. “Fuck you, bitch! I’ll do as I damn well please! Just like you are!”

  Mel pulled her mouth off the cop’s cock to yell at me, “Yeah, shut up, whore! You’re getting dicked, why shouldn’t I?”

  Ken looked at the cop and said, “Yeah, let’s fuck this bitch. I can get hard again but you are harder than me so you take the tight back porch, I’ll fill her hot young box!”

  “Yeah, do it to me! Fuck what she says!” Mel pushed the cop back on her back and straddled his body as she looked at me and stuck out her tongue at me like a grade school gal.

  My mind was swimming as I realized that four hard cocks were fucking two women in my living room. I felt two cocks pounding in unison and almost touching the thin membrane between as if they were about to bust through it and touch each other. My first double fucking was making me scream in ecstasy. Boy, was I glad that Nate was at Nana’s house.

  “Fill her ass, Dad! Let’s oil up this whore with our cum!”

  Melanie was staring at me from the floor and winked. I couldn’t believe my husband had gotten hard so fast again. He usually asleep within minutes of fucking me. I wasn’t able to tell whether Mel or I had our orgasm first. We were both screaming and bouncing from two hard dicks each. All I know is that I was in heaven from this whole experience. I didn’t want it to end but…

  Within five minutes, first the cop, then John, then Ken and finally Danny had filled both of us up with their pearl jam. When they pulled out of us, four wide-open girl-holes were leaking cum on the couch and floor. The carpet might need cleaning but I was relieved that the couch was leather.

  Everyone was panting from exhaustion as we slowly picked up our clothes. All but me who didn’t have a thing to wear. So I pulled my ruined short and bra off and used the shirt to sop up the cum in and around me; just like I had one in my car the night before. Mel grabbed my ruined slacks and tried to do the same on the carpet.

  When everyone was as presentable as they were ever going to be, John looked at his son and said, “You better not tell any of your friends about this. If this gets out it will be harder to keep the rest of the school board from finding out. If this episode or whatever you did on the trip gets out, I’ll know it will be because you blabbed. If that happens, I’ll disown your ass and you can go live with your mother in Wyoming.”

  Mel chimed in, “Yeah, and you better tell Penny and Jenny the same. Tell them to zip their lip. And for good measure tell Penny that you won’t fuck her pretty black ass
anymore if anyone finds out about her lez episode with us And as for Jenny, tell her that she must keep her crush on me to herself if she wants to ever be alone with me again.”

  I smiled as I walked the three studs to the door, “While you're at it, Danny, tell them to come see us if they want to ‘discuss’ this any further. Mel and I want to 'congratulate' them further on their gold medals...together! We may have to take more pictures of them. For the yearbook, of course."

  My name is Sarah. I’m a busy professional with an active and I suppose transgressive sex life. I’m a petite redhead in my early thirties, keep very fit, and love to show off my body to men. I’m very much a sub, and feel empowered by being as slutty as possible. I’ve fucked all types of men for different reasons, but I’ll always appreciate a man who knows how to use me and helps me be a good slut. I’ve gone through stages in my life where I try to be monogamous, but find being bad too irresistible and always end up cheating and sneaking around. I’ve cheated on every boyfriend I’ve ever had, sometimes just fucking random people, sometimes having full-on romantic affairs.

  When I was in my early twenties, I realized just how easy it was to get cock, and ended up hooking up with almost every guy I knew. I love when men tell me they jerk off about me, love when friends push boundaries, and when I get drunk, I almost always let someone take me home. These days I try to stay mostly single so that nothing gets in the way of me getting up to no good.

  This is the first of my (mostly) true stories. They’re only slightly embellished in the hope that men and women find them hot and use them to get off.

  --Last summer I was invited to one of my closest friend's bachelor parties. He was marrying a really sweet woman who I liked a lot, and I was excited to be included, particularly because I was the only woman invited. I was close friends with most of the others, except for a couple guys I only knew from parties and when they came home for home for the holidays. I knew from experience that when they got together and away from their wives and girlfriends they tended to get reckless, so I was prepared for a messy few days.

  We were spending a long weekend in Montreal, and had booked a big, modern apartment on Airbnb. The plan was a steak dinner and strip clubs the first night, then the guys would golf the next day. I’d planned to spend the day walking around, visiting some galleries and cafes. The second night we were going clubbing, and we left the Sunday unplanned other than brunch and hungover patio drinks.

  The guy I’m dating pointed out that I’d be alone with eight men, and described that in his experience when groups of men get together for these kinds of trips their sexual frustration grew over the days until they could barely wait to get away from each other and back to whoever they’re fucking… that, or they end up visiting a brothel.

  He joked about me being the entertainment for the weekend. Most of our fantasizing together revolved around me being a depraved slut and we fantasized about my friends using me as the entertainment. We have a very open relationship, and he loved hearing about when I couldn't control myself and fucked someone else behind his back.

  It was admittedly hot to think about being trapped with a group of guys who would use me, but I didn’t really visualize any of my friends. I’d hooked up with most of them over the years – I’d fucked the groom a couple of times during drunken undergrad parties, and sucked a couple of the other guys’ cocks in similar circumstances.

  Let’s just say my early twenties were pretty laissez faire. Back then it was a given that if my friends got me drunk, they could at least count on cuddling and getting jerked off before we fell asleep. But it had been at least a decade since any of that. I’d moved to Toronto and they’d stayed behind in our small town, and we’d lived quite different lives. We saw one another a few times per year on holidays and we were definitely just platonic, old friends.

  --I took the train from Toronto, and arrived at seven pm on the Thursday night. Everyone was there and we started drinking right away. It felt more like a reunion than a what I had pictured happening at a bachelor party. We went out, had a classic steak dinner with free-flowing wine, then we went right to the first strip bar. I’d forgotten that in Montreal the girls get completely naked, and you can touch them anywhere but their pussies, though from what I gathered that rule were easily bent in the champagne rooms.

  We took turns buying the groom lap dances and private time with whatever girls he wanted, making sure to tell them it was his bachelor party. It turns out I liked watching my friends running their hands all over the strippers, squeezing their tits and asses. At one point I realized I was getting jealous of the attention and wishing I could be treated like that, getting turned on by the thought of it.

  The guys were constantly pressing beers into my hand and buying rounds of whiskey and tequila shots, which almost always meant I'd get blackout drunk. By the end of the night, I was going into the men’s bathroom with them to do lines of coke. A few of them got touchy with me, leaving their hands on my leg, rubbing my arm, or putting their arms around me.

  I didn’t mind at all. It started to feel like old times, like I’d end up with one of their cocks in my mouth. Except this time around, almost all of them had partners or wives, and I didn’t have that same feeling of anticipation wondering which one would get me alone at the end of the night.

  --I woke up the next morning to the sun on my face and an immediately obvious hangover. It took a few seconds to remember where I was. I didn’t want to open my eyes, let alone pull my head off the pillow. But I knew right away that I was naked, in bed with a man, with a semi-hard cock pressed against my ass, a hand cupped around my breast, and the unmistakable feeling of having been fucked. I looked over and felt relieved that it wasn’t one of the guys I didn’t know, and even more relieved that I was with the only single friend on the trip. We’d had a short relationship when I was around twenty, and he was one of the first guys who really made me deepthroat him.

  I laid still and tried to piece it together. I remembered getting back to the apartment and partying some more. Then I was in the kitchen alone with him, saying something about how I'd liked seeing all the strippers being groped, and that I was jealous. Vague recollections of making out, briefly sucking his cock, then lifting my hips to let him pull off my panties. Then the images of being pressed facedown against the bed and being fucked slow and hard from behind. A fair number of my fantasies are about being taken and used, and when I’m getting fucked like that I prefer to lay there and take it. I wondered if he’d cum in me, or if we'd fucked more than once. I started getting wet and snuggled into him more, pushing my ass against his cock. I must have I drifted back to sleep, because all of a sudden there was the noise of men’s voices, hung over laughter, and the smell of breakfast, coming from the other side of the door. My friend had rolled away from me, and I was laying on my back with just a small edge of the sheet over one of my legs. I put my hand out and touched his leg, then put my hand on his soft cock. I’d forgotten what a nice cock he had. Uncut, and nice and thick. He looked over at me and smiled, and said that he needed coffee. He got up, and I watched as he pulled on his shorts and a t-shirt. He came over to the bed, gave one of my breasts a squeeze, and slipped out the door.

  I lay there thinking of the fact that I’d fucked one of my oldest friends without asking for it. It’s not that I minded that he’d fucked me, I just wished we could have talked a little about what happened before we went out of the room to see the other guys. But this was typical of him. He was the only single guy on this trip and had always a bit of an asshole to women.

  He was a good friend, and I thought his cockiness and machismo were funny, but I understand why women wouldn’t want him as a partner. I laughed to myself a little, but was also slightly nervous about the fact that I’d now have to face the other guys, whether he’d tell them he’d fucked me and if it would affect the mood for the rest of the trip

  When I finally got myself out of bed I put on a pair of loose-fitting shorts and tank top and went
out into the kitchen. The apartment was less of a mess than I thought it would be. All the guys were already up and dressed for their day of golf. A few of them teased me a little about how rough I looked, and I told them to give me some coffee. One of my friends, a really sweet guy who I’ve always been close with was dressed in running clothes, and said he was going to spend the day in the city too, then went out the door for his run while the rest of them sat around laughing about the previous night.

  I drank coffee and chatted until they started filing out the door. I stood up, hugged them, and told them to have a good time. The last guy to leave the kitchen was the friend who’d who fucked me. He gave me a bit of a predatory look, and it was obvious he’d stayed behind to grope me. He put his hand on my waist, squeezed my breast a bit roughly, and grabbed the bottom of my ass. Having his fingers so close to my pussy turned me on again. He kissed my neck, which made me shiver, then told me to be a good girl for the day.

  I took a long, hot shower, got dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a thin t-shirt, then laid on the couch looking at the news on my phone, sipping coffee, texting with a guy I was seeing. I told him we had a good night, but not about getting fucked yet. I’d tell him about that in person so I could get him off. A little while later my friend came in the door, sweaty from his run. He had his shirt off and looked really fit. I’d hooked up with him a couple of times, but I don’t think I remembered how good-looking he was. I thought his wife was lucky that he kept in such good shape while so many other guys let themselves go. He said he was going to jump in the shower, then we could talk about what we wanted to do for the afternoon.

  He came out of the bathroom in just his boxers and asked how I was feeling. I said my head still hurt a little. He turned around, and came back out again with a glass of water and a couple Advil, handed them to me, and sat next to me while I swallowed them. It was a sweet gesture. I was holding my head a little and he started to rub my shoulders and the back of my neck. It felt really good, and I pulled my hair up for him. He kept going, using his strong fingers to rub out the hangover knots. After a while I put my head against his chest, and my hand on his stomach while he started rubbing my back. It felt really nice to be comforted. His body felt warm and toned and he smelled good, so I curled up a little more and fully rested my head on him and closed my eyes. It felt like the perfect time for a nap.

 

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