The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  After a few minutes of silence, he chuckled and asked if our friend had let me get any sleep at all. He must have told them he’d fucked me as soon as he left the room in the morning. I hesitated a little, then told him I really didn’t remember much of what happened, just that I’d woken up naked beside him and that we’d obviously had sex. He asked if I felt weird about it, and I told him that I still have a very active sex life and that it was alright with me. He said he remembered, and after hesitating said he still thought about me once in a while. His cock shifted a little as he said it, and I put my hand on his leg while he kept rubbing my back. I wanted to push his buttons, so I kept going. I told him that the guy I was seeing had an open mind and encouraged me to be slutty, and that he even got me to blow his friends once in a while.

  By now his cock was obviously hard, and he was reaching around to graze my tits while he rubbed me. He said he remembered the last time we hooked up, about how we snuck off to a bathroom and he made me cum with his fingers before I sucked his cock while he sat on the counter. I laughed and said I’d actually done that with another guy at the end of the night. He said he knew. I could tell he was somewhat nervous, but I asked him to go on. He told me something that I’d always suspected – that all the guys traded stories about how well I could deepthroat, and that they had actually taken turns trying to get me naked.

  I took his cue, and started rubbing his cock through his underwear. I really love giving blowjobs. I like the part where I’m literally beneath a man, at his waist and servicing him. Sometimes, I want to take care him. Take control, go slow, edge him, and work to draw his cum out of him. Other times, I like the feeling of being used just so he can cum. He takes control, uses me for his pleasure, and I have no say in the rhythm or forcefulness of how my throat gets fucked.

  I decided to push things, and I kissed his cock. He just shifted his hips forward, so I pulled his underwear down to let the tip of his cock out and gave it a long kiss, inviting him to into my mouth. He just moaned. I sat up and took my t shirt off for him, let him feel my breasts, then pulled his underwear off completely and pushed him to lay down on the couch. I wanted to show him how far I’d come in my cock sucking skills.

  I kissed his thighs and hips and stomach, then spent a long time kissing and licking his balls, licking his taint and asshole, while I stroked his cock. I loved hearing him enjoying it, working him up, paying attention to every part of him. I can do this for a long time, and I wanted to hold him off from cumming as long as he could take it. I must have sucked his cock for 45 minutes until I could tell he was ready, and I used both hands to get him really hard. When I felt him tensing up and heard his breathing get shallower, I pressed the tip of his cock against my throat and swallowed at least five or six really thick streams of his warm cum, then milked the rest out of his cock. He thanked me with a quick peck on the forehead.

  Afterward we went for a walk through the park, stopped at a café for more coffee, had a late lunch, and walked to a gallery. Later in the day we got a couple beers and drank them in the park. It was nice to be out around all the Saturday afternoon shoppers and couples. We didn’t mention his wife all day.

  --We got back around five, and the guys were all back from golf, already drinking beer. We joined in, spent the next few hours just hanging out and ordered in some Thai food. After dinner we all started getting ready to go out, taking turns showering, with the guys walking through the living room in their towels back to their rooms to get dressed. There was classic horsing around, snapping towels, making jokes about dad bods.

  I was already half drunk when it was my turn in the shower, and I was having a lot of fun being the only woman there, getting attention from everyone. I thought about getting dressed in the bathroom, but liked the idea of walking through the living room in my towel better. It worked like I wanted. A couple of the guys made silly catcalls, another said we should just stay in for the night. I was laughing along with them, playing it up, and did a little twirl for them before I went into the bedroom. I dried my hair and got dressed in a lacy pair of black panties, very short mini-skirt, and a loose-fitting sleeveless top with no bra, finishing it off with some black leather heels. I felt very sexy and really wanted to show off my body to the guys. I wanted them to feel jealous of the friend who got to fuck me, and I wanted them to look at me and think about what they wanted to do to me. I like the feeling of knowing when I’m asking for trouble with men, and I wanted to do just that tonight.

  I took a couple of pictures of myself in the full-length mirror and texted them to the guy I was seeing. He wrote back right away, telling me how much he wished he was there, and asked if I was “being good”. I wrote back that I’d definitely have a couple of stories for him.

  My cocky friend came into the room in a towel. I turned around and leaned against the dresser. He told me I looked great, and came over to kiss me. We made out pretty hard for a while, then he stepped back and dropped his towel. I laughed a little, thinking I was being such a slut on this trip, then asked him what he wanted me to do. He said he needed to cum before we went out. I told him I didn’t want him to make a mess of me, and to sit down on the bed.

  I didn’t spend much time on his balls, and instead just sucked his cock while I jerked him off with both hands – the kind of blowjob that makes men cum quickly. He started talking dirty to me, telling me that he knew that I’d sucked a married guy’s cock that day. That they’d been talking about me during the day, about the fact that I obviously never stopped being a slut, and about how many of them could fuck me before the weekend was over.

  I have to admit hearing about it turned me on and made me feel a little intimidated. I had butterflies in my stomach wondering if they were thinking of gang-banging me, and what would happen if some of them did, if I could take it if they all jumped in.

  I lifted my head and spat all over his cock, then stroked it with two hands while I looked up at him. I told him I liked all of it, especially that he was married. He told me they’d decided I should sleep in the groom’s room tonight. At first that sounded so wrong, but I realized that it might be the last time I got to act like this with all of them, and thought it was hot that they decided to “give me away” like that without my permission. I finished him off with a hand on his shaft and my mouth around his head, drinking every drop of his cum.

  When I came out of the room ahead of him everyone started clapping. I laughed and did a little bow for them, which made everyone laugh harder. It’s really nice being able to be open about this kind of silliness with old friends, but I couldn’t help but also think there was something not so innocent about the way that they were looking at me. Then again there was nothing innocent about my outfit or the way I’d been acting.

  The partying was in full swing and it was pretty clear right away that one of them was particularly interested in me. He’s the kind of friend that’s known to always brings a lot of drugs to parties, especially when his girlfriend isn’t around. At one point we were sitting at the kitchen table drinking and I ended up sitting in his lap, with his hand on my hip. The guys were doing lines and passing around a bag of MDMA capsules. Without asking he opened one and dumped it all into my scotch and soda. It’s not as if I would have said no, but it struck me that they weren’t doing that to anyone else but me and had been talking about who else would fuck me. I swallowed the drink in two sips.

  We ordered Ubers around midnight. I was already feeling pretty high and returning my friend’s affection, rubbing his arm and leg, hugging him back. Since there were nine of us, I crammed into the backseat with three guys, sitting on his lap with his hands all over me. The club was perfect. Not too packed and great sound, which made me feel so much higher. I was on the dancefloor most of the time, taking turns dancing with my friends and watching them try to pick up women.

  I was dragged to the bar to do shots a couple of times, but I really just wanted to feel the drugs. By the time they were peaking the friend I spent the afternoon with w
as grinding me from behind. I loved the feeling of his hands on my hips and stomach, running over my breasts. It became a bit of a blur of sensations.

  The next thing I remember my friend with the drugs was in front of me and I was grinding on his leg, my skirt riding up, and we were making out really hard. It’s all a bit blurry at that point, but we were really getting into it, and he was reaching around to grab my ass, putting his hand under my skirt, and rubbing my pussy. My body was really responding to his touch, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted him to keep going, keep matching the rhythm of the music. He yelled in my ear to come to the bathroom with him, and took my hand to lead me through the dancefloor.

  The next thing I remember is we were in the bathroom stall doing coke off of a key, then making out more, with the music still thumping through my body. Soon my shirt was pulled up and he was kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples. I swear I could have cum just from that. Then he had my skirt up around my hips, with his hand in my panties, his fingers in me, rubbing my spot. I came so fucking hard, clinging to him.

  The next thing I know I was turned around and his cock was in me, fucking me in time with the music. I think I must have cum again, or the whole thing felt like one big orgasm. I don’t really know how long it went on, and I was totally oblivious to the other people who were in the bathroom. Eventually he pushed hard into me, as far as he could, and filled me with his cum. I could feel his cock tense, fill me with warm cum, that slight pressure of a nice load, then it slowly start to trickle out of me. I felt so hot feeling and seeing the cum run down my leg. He took some on his fingers and put it into my mouth. I loved the sensation.

  I cleaned myself up as best I could in the stall. We did another bump of coke and he convinced me to do a bit more of the MDMA before we left the stall. I was really floating now, feeling so sexy and out of control in the best way. We found the rest of our group on the dancefloor. I saw him leaning in to yell into a couple of the guy’s ears, and then they’d look over at me, not really smiling, just looking me up and down.

  I found the groom and told him I needed some water, and we went over to the bar. I guess we were both in the phase of our highs where we wanted to chill and talk, and we ended up on some couches together. I was telling him how much I loved him, how happy I was for him that he was getting married and had someone he was going to share his life with. We were kind of cuddling, rubbing one another’s arms. I told him about what had just happened, about how I’d been fucked in the bathroom, which led me to saying about how I missed the period when we were all friends and single and it was fine that they could all fuck me and be normal the next day. He said he kind of missed it too, and asked if I wanted to get out of there and go have some quiet time together.

  We left the club and got into a cab and headed back to the apartment. We kissed and touched one another the whole way back, and it felt so good to be making out. He got in the door and went toward his room. I got us a couple glasses of water, and by the time I got in he was mostly undressed. I handed him his glass of water and took the rest of his clothes off for him while he drank it. He gently took off my shirt, kissing my breasts and shoulders and neck, undid my skirt, and pulled my panties down.

  We climbed onto the bed, with him on top of me. We kissed for a long time before he slid into me. The feeling when I had already been filled with cum made it especially smooth. I wrapped my arms and legs around him. We held each other as close as possible and made love. We were really into one another’s rhythm, and I felt like I was on the verge the whole time. It took a long time for him to cum, but when he did it set me off too, and we shared a very strong, very memorable orgasm. We held each other for a long time with his cock softening inside me and his cum leaking out down my asshole. Once he finally slipped out, he rolled over. I lay with my head on his shoulder with his arm around me. I stroked his chest, his hair, his cheeks, letting him drift off. I was still far too high to sleep and I realized just how drunk I was. It was comforting to lay still and feel him breathe.

  --I’m not sure how much time went by, but it didn’t seem like long before I heard the other guys come loudly into the house. They turned on some music and were laughing and yelling. A couple of crashes, some clinking bottles. Part of me was hoping they’d just go to bed and that I could sleep where I was, but I also wanted to go out there and hang out some more.

  It turns out I didn’t have to make the decision. The door opened a crack and my friend from the previous night peeked his head in the door, then slipped in the room. He stood over the bed looking at me, and said he said he knew we must have been in here. He told me to get up and come out there. It felt a bit creepy to have him standing over me while I lay there full of the groom’s cum, but I didn’t want him to wake up and so I sat up in the bed and lifted my hand for his help. He pulled me up and toward him, and started telling me I was being a real whore. He was drunk and there was an edge to his voice, but I also couldn’t argue with him. The high was wearing off and the potential weight of what had been going on was starting to dawn on me.

  I put my shirt and skirt back on, not bothering with my panties because of how filthy they were after soaking up a load of cum and a night of dancing. When we went out into the living room only three other guys were still up. I looked at a clock for the first time; it was after five am, the kind of dark end of a night with a few people sitting around finishing off the cocaine. They were on couches on the two long sides of a glass coffee table. The two guys I only passingly knew were on one, and the guy I’d fucked in the club was on the other. I sat down beside him, trying to keep my legs closed, and my macho friend sat down beside me.

  It’s hard to recall everything that happened while we sat there, but I immediately regretted getting out of bed. I needed to wake up, and asked for more coke, then licked a bit of MDMA off one of their fingers, and sipped a drink. I tried to keep my head up and talk, but it kept leaning on one of their shoulders. The guys beside me had their hands all over me the whole time. I knew what they wanted from me, and by this point I just wanted to give in and let it all happen so I could get to sleep. They kept pulling my legs apart, and it would take me a few seconds to realize the other two could see my pussy before I’d try to close them again. I noticed the sun was coming up, and I stopped feigning any resistance to them pulling my legs open. They started feeling my tits through my shirt, one of them, who knows which, started rubbing my clit. I spread my legs further and started moaning, lifting my ass to let them pull my skirt up over my hips, my ass and pussy bare against the leather. Soon fingers were in my cunt, and I was making out with both of them, my hands going down to their half hard cocks. The guy who’d gotten me out of bed told me to lift my arms and pulled my shirt off. The two sitting across from us were just watching, anticipating, staring at my naked body with my skirt a band around my waist. I wanted it, but also wanted to feel like they were taking advantage of me.

  One of the guys across from me unzipped his pants and started stroking his cock. The guy on my left stood up and pulled me off the couch, then walked me around the table with his hand on my ass. I stymbled a bit and held on to him. Both of them stood up and started grabbing at me, awkwardly at first, but then more forcefully. There were hands everywhere – on my ass, my tits, closing around my throat. Soon there were fingers in my very wet, very used pussy. Both had their cocks out by now. I reached out and grabbed one and put my arm over his shoulder. One of them tried to start kissing me, which didn’t last long, because the other guy pulled me away and laid me down on the couch.

  He was on top of me and inside me almost immediately. He hadn’t even taken his pants off, they were just around his hips. I could feel his zipper against my ass. I closed my eyes and took it, holding on to the pillow behind my head. I was moaning loudly, not so much because he was fucking me well, but because of how depraved all of this was. He was just using my pussy like a hole to make himself cum, pounding into me without any style or worrying about how I felt. It took
him a really long time to cum, long enough that it started hurting. Eventually he pulled out and shot a genuinely huge load of cum all over my stomach and tits, making sure to squeeze out every drop on me. He closed his pants and turned to walk out of the room.

  I tried to sit up and look at his cum, but the next guy was there with his pants off and shirt still on, stroking his cock, waiting for his turn. No one in the room was talking. He got on top of me in the same position, slipping into me easily. My pussy was a dull throbbing pain. I could tell he was trying to make me like it, but at this point I just wanted him to use me and get it over with.

  I liked that the other guy’s cum was getting all over his shirt when he leaned down to kiss me. I let him, making out with him. It took him almost no time before he started grunting and swearing. He tried to pull out in time, but started cumming inside me. He pulled out about half way through his orgasm and just spilled the rest all over my pussy and patch of pubic hair. He leaned down and tried to kiss me but I didn’t want it and turned my head away. I was feeling very badly used. I had a thought to just fall asleep there. The asshole who’d orchestrated all of it was standing over me, getting me off the couch and pulling me toward his room. I pushed him away and went into the bathroom, locking the door. I wiped the mess of cum off me with a towel and sat down to pee. My head was swimming with all the drugs and alcohol, and all the wrong things I’d done and been made to do. Part of me didn’t care that all of them had wives or girlfriends, part of me liked it. I’ve always been turned on by infidelity, but this day had turned into something else. They’d clearly invited me on this trip to fuck me.