The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  “Mrs. Brown, you don’t have to undress,” I said. She ignored me. “I grew up in a conservative Christian home where sex was considered to be a necessary evil between husband and wife. I was taught that God keeps record of all our dirty thoughts and actions, to be revealed for all to see at the end of days. I was so ashamed of any lustful thoughts that I kept myself busy with work and study. My girlfriends at Varsity told me about boys and such, but never about desire and passion. Always about the mechanics.” She stepped out of her grey skirt and flung it on top of her jacket. Mrs. Brown slowly removed her silky blouse and dropped it with her other clothes. It was as if Mrs. Brown stripped away her past without a thought as she removed her pantyhose. Standing before us in her expensive but conservative white panties and bra, she continued:

  “I married without experience and never could satisfy my husband. As you can see, I am very shy and do not enjoy sex.” She drew her shoulders back, pushing proudly her breasts in our faces. Unclipping her bra, she sat down. Releasing her perfectly molded globes, she threw her bra into the air. Her small erect nipples must ache with desire.

  “What I expect from you is to release me from myself, from my inhibitions.” Lifting her behind off the couch, she slipped her panties down her legs, and left it lying in a bundle at her feet. Her knees were locked together, her last defense against change.

  As I stood up, my semi-erect cock swung past her face. We had to move carefully to help her take the next bold step. I looked down at the spot between her clenched legs and saw black bundle of hair. I nodded to Julienne who followed my look, saw the intention and took charge of our ward.

  "First off, you need a bath to relax you. Then a massage.” Julienne took Mrs. Brown’s hand and led her through the house to our large bathroom. The room was decorated in soft pinks and whites. A large sunken bath in the centre of the room dominated the place. To the left were a dresser, chairs and a full-length mirror. On the right as you enter the room was a comfortable massage table close to a steam bath.

  I quickly filled the enormous bath with warm water and herbal suds. Julienne removed her high heels and joined Mrs. Brown in the bath. I knew what would follow. Julienne would show her the pleasure of female lust while I prepared our evening entertainment. I excused myself and left Mrs. Brown in Julienne’s capable hands.

  An hour later, when I returned, Mrs. Brown sat on one of the chairs. Julienne kneeled between her legs, shaving our client’s hairy pussy. Julienne explained the reason for the removal of her pubic hair. “Women spent hours applying make-up but don’t spend a minute to look after the centre of the universe, their pussies.” Julienne expertly clipped the offending long hair off with a small scissor. “Men will go to the ends of the earth to gawk at and enter a woman’s pleasure groove. That is why we should take care of the most beautiful valley in the world.”

  “I can only concur with Julienne’s praise of the pussy,” I said as Julienne shaved Mrs. Brown’s mound and between her legs. She even removed all the hair around Mrs. Brown’s pucker hole. A shy Mrs. Brown allowed me to admire at her naked mound. Her parted outer lips left a groove for her pussylips to hug each other, closing her inner being to my prying eyes. Between the pale puffy lips seeped a little moisture. Within the next 12 hours, I would have my cock inside that love canal.

  “Now, my dear lady, it is time for your massage,” I said, leading Mrs. Brown to the table. “Lay on your stomach, please.” As she settled down in her naked glory, I applied massage oil to her shoulders and back.

  “All people start off thinking and loving only themselves. grow through religions are on the mythological developmental level and are concerned with their own group interests,” I said, loosening her tense shoulder muscles. “They are also male dominated and will use a vengeful and jealous god to protect the interests of men.” My hands moved down her spine, over her hips and sides. I applied pressure to the small of her back to work out all the creeks. “Businesses and the greedy also function on this level, never giving others outside the circle a chance.” I skipped the rounded curves of her buttocks and continued from her legs upwards.

  “The next development is to the reasonable level. They look to the interests of the world and try to accommodate everyone. But succeed only in becoming impotent.”

  By this time, I was back at her buttocks, kneading them like dough. My hands slipped between her legs and I deliberately pushed my fingers into her wet pussy. “It is only when we reach the second tier of being that we reach our freedom.” I lubricated my fingers with her juices and oil. I worked my way to her puckerhole. I teased it by spreading her cheeks apart with both hands and as I moved my hands over her globes, my thumbs brushed over her anus.

  “This level is where you want to be. Here there are no boundaries between male and female, nature and humans, your ass and your cunt.” As I said this, I pushed a finger in her cunt and one in her ass, pumping them in and out. She moaned as I wiggled my fingers inside her. “Turn on your back, please.”

  She obliged and I immediately massaged her breasts, her stomach, her legs and back to her groin. My cock was hard as a rock and I needed release, but she must invite me in. I would never force myself on a client.

  Her naked mound looked invitingly good, her pussylips oozed nectar down over her asshole. Again, my fingers found their way into her passages while my thumb frigged her clit. She tossed and screamed, her hands gripping the sides of the table as she bucked her pelvis up and down. My hand was riding a bucking bronco, holding on for dear life. If I let go, she would stop jumping around but I would also have prematurely ended her pleasure. Her pleasure was more important than my hand. I held on until she settled down, spent in her throws of passion.

  “Fuck, that was great,” screamed Mrs. Brown, her chest rising as she tried to steady her breathing. “That was my first fucking orgasm.” At least she took that first step beyond duty. Funny how people love to use the word fuck after a good fuck.

  I placed steam-warmed towels over her naked body and slipped out the door. I had to find Julienne to release the pressure from my cock. She was stretched out on a deckchair next to the pool, catching the sun on her naked body. She saw my raging hard-on and the lust in my eyes.

  “Come here, baby,” she purred. “Let me kiss your pain away.” Gently, she took my throbbing cock in her hand and brought it to her mouth. She licked the underside of my pole before she wrapped her lips around my purple head. Running her tongue under the helmet hood, she slowly moved her hand up and down my cock. Despite my need, I also wanted to pleasure my wife. We 69, with me lying on my back, darting my tongue in and out her pussy.

  “I want you inside me,” whispered Julienne after a while. She tore herself away from my lapping tongue and impaled her on my hard-on. It was now Julienne who rode me like a horse, but this time I was being pleasured as well. I could feel the friction on my dick as she squeezed her cunt muscles around my shaft. The pleasure became unbearable and I had to surrender my control to bliss. As I shot my load into her pussy, Julienne came with a rasping breath, and then let out a howl of joy. She collapsed on top of me, with my shaft still buried in her pussy.

  “Oh my, here you are,” said a naked Mrs. Brown from the edge of the pool. “I thought you forgot about me.” I was too tired to worry about her feelings and continued to caress Julienne’s back, her thighs, her buttocks and her anus. “I always imagine that watching people having sex would be terrible,” interrupted Mrs. Brown my daydreams. “But seeing you two make love was the most beautiful thing I ever saw.” She sat next to us on the chair and continued singing her praises of the sex act.

  Julienne took charge again. She climbed off me, sat Mrs. Brown down on the second deckchair and proceeded to rub a sunscreen onto her back. I got the message and skedaddled from the pool area. My chance will come at the party tonight, I thought as I walked to my office.

  “Where are we going?” asked Mrs. Brown. I glanced at her and my wife sitting next to me in the car. They looked stun
ning and very fucking sexy. The short black fishnet dresses didn’t cover their beautiful breasts and shaved pussies. The black thigh stocking and high heels only accentuated their nakedness. They were definitely very fuckable. I was dressed in a long black jacket, leggings and shoes. My tanned muscled chest was clearly visible in the vee of the jacket.

  “We’re going to a private club called Caligula,” I said, trying to concentrate on my driving. Thinking about the day made me smile. It took a lot of convincing from Julienne to get Mrs. Brown to be undressed like this. Mrs. Brown wanted to change, and this would be part of that change.

  All eyes were on us as we stepped out the car. My two companions hooked their arms in mine as we sauntered into the club, giving the other patrons time to lust after us. Inside, Peter, the owner greeted us. He smiled at the two women. “Thank the gods you’re here. At least we will see some action.” He handed us each a glass of the best South African champagne. “These fucking rich kids don’t know how to enjoy life without getting drunk or stoned.”

  He led us to our booth next to the dance floor. The bar was a few meters to our right. We admired the young bodies on the dance floor jumping around to the rhythm of the music. Julienne grabbed Mrs. Brown and joined the pulsating human organism on the floor. A few dancers stopped and stared at the two almost naked women. A few men touched them, but my two partners ignored them for the moment. I danced with both and after about an hour I signaled to Julienne that the time has come to take Mrs. Brown one step further.

  “Let’s move to the bar,” I said as I removed my jacket. Mrs. Brown gasped as she saw my leggings underneath the jacket. The leggings hugged my legs tightly but ended below my groin and were tied around my waist with a belt. My buttocks, semi-erect penis and balls were clearly visible. Julienne took off her fishnet and whispered in Mrs. Brown’s ear to do the same. I saw a little reluctance in Mrs. Brown’s eyes, but after a moment of contemplation and a deep breath, she rid herself of the fishnet.

  We parted the sea of dancing bodies as we walked to the bar. I ordered sparkling mineral water in bottles. “I need something stronger than water to get me through this,” shouted Mrs. Brown over the load music.

  "Intoxication gives you false courage and then it’s not you that will go to the next level,” I shouted back. I could never understand why people need alcohol or drugs to help them having sex with others. Sex is the only drug I need. Pussy nectar and cum are my drinks of love.

  Julienne quickly took matters in her own hands, actually two cocks of two young geeks. Trust my loving wife to pick two men who would never get a date to give them pleasure they will remember for the rest of their lives. She dropped to her knees and played with their cocks before sucking on them. A small crowd gathered around the three encouraging Julienne to make them come. Taking both cocks in her mouth, she sucked on them until their knees buckled. Then she directed one cock into her pussy and the other back in her mouth.

  Then I saw the absolute pleasure on the two men’s faces. They were in heaven with a crowd to witness the event. The man fucking Julienne grabbed her hips as he thrust his manhood in her. She kept sucking the other man’s cock.

  Mrs. Brown stared at the scene, her breath coming in shallow bursts. I touched her breast and tweaked her nipple. When she didn’t resist, my continued down her stomach to her naked mound. She spread her legs to give me better access. She was wet as rain and her pussylips puffy. She was turned on by the whole event.

  “I need your cock inside my cunt, now,” shouted the once demure Mrs. Brown. I sat on the bar stool and lifted her up onto my cock, with her facing the crowd, her gaze still fixed on Julienne and her two fuck buddies. She hooked her high heels around my legs and slowly moved up and down my shaft. I held onto her sides, helping her movements. Then she slammed her buttocks onto my groin, taking my cock deep inside her. I could feel my cockhead hitting base with every thrust. Her cunt was very tight, but the cunt juice smoothed the friction. Mrs. Brown increased her speed. After a while, I asked two women to play with Mrs. Brown’s clit and tits. One dropped to her knees and met Mrs. Brown’s descending pussy with her tongue, the other holding onto Mrs. Brown’s bobbing boobs. I saw Julienne switched her partners around, both still going strong. I admired the two men’s endurance. Maybe they didn’t want to disappoint the crowd or shorten the experience by coming too soon.

  Mrs. Brown screams also attracted a small crowd. They rhythmically clapped hands and shouted encouragement: “Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.” Judging from the contractions of her cunt walls on my cock, Mrs. Brown came at least three times during our public fuck session.

  Julienne was finishing the two guys off, with them spraying their cum onto my wife’s tits. The crowd cheered. I loved her then more than ever for taking care of what most would consider losers and make them champions.

  Mrs. Brown was fast approaching the end of her pleasure tolerance. She collapsed backwards on my chest, whispering, “No more, no more.” I felt my cock being removed from Mrs. Brown’s pussy and someone, no, two mouths sucking on it. When a finger entered my anus, I shot my load in the air, onto the two faceless mouths and onto Mrs. Brown’s mound.

  A load cheer accompanied us to our table and out the door. By now, most couple were fucking all over the place. We grabbed our things as Peter thanked us for making the evening a huge success. Mrs. Brown was a happy client and the three of us walked naked through the late evening crowd to the car without a care in the world. Of course, a lot of wolf whistles was directed our way, but judging from the smile on Mrs. Brown’s face, she was satisfied with her growth.

  A week later, a man walked into our office and demanded to see me. Julienne and I met the man naked in a private office.

  “What have you done to my wife?”

  “Who is your wife?”

  “Amanda…eh, Mrs. Brown.” “Well, I don’t know….”

  “I want the same treatment, NOW.”

  This seemed so irrational, so implausible and so dirty that I could hardly believe it when Marian said we needed a surrogate stud.

  "What are you talking about, Marian?" I croaked.

  "You know, a bull, a cuckold, a stud with special talents and a big cock. I want him for my fortieth birthday."

  "Why? We're still having good sex. I love you and we are a happily married middle-aged couple." "I know. You're right about all that but there are times when I need more than going through our usual routines. We're in a rut, Arnie. Hey, I'm not talking about a secret affair with a stranger. I want you there. You'll enjoy watching as much as I will enjoy getting laid. It will be even better having you with me. Don't say no, Arnie. I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

  "Any specific requests?" I asked as a joke.

  "Sure. Not older than twenty-five, hung, nine inches and thick. Ooh, I'm so horny, Arnie. Get over here. I want you now." Marian nearly tackled me to the floor. She was as aroused as she'd been since we did it a few years earlier on a secluded beach in Antigua. I slid effortlessly into her hot slick pussy. After humping her a short time, I filled her insides with a good size load but she wasn't satisfied. Marian wanted more, then more. We used every position with her orgasms coming freely and often. I never lost my erection and managed to cum twice more before falling asleep on a cold kitchen floor.

  If sex with a stranger was what turned her on, I reasoned, the idea of a surrogate stud became a really good idea. We booked a hotel room away from our suburban home. There were several candidates for the event but Wiley Stromfield was hired after he sent a video of him ejaculating into a champagne glass. Marian said if he could do that inside her, he would be worth his inflated stud fee. Wiley certainly had the physical attributes Marian required. We brought along a bottle of Jack Daniels to settle our nerves.

  He showed up in room 217 on time. We offered him a drink. Wiley didn't drink but lit a joint while we introduced ourselves. The conversation didn't last long. He said he had another appointment that day so we needed to move along so he wou
ld have time to recover. Marian said, "Okay. Let's see what you got."

  Wiley pulled down his pants, wearing no underwear. His cock sprung out, large and thick like in his pictures. He was not fully hard yet and his dick dangled down like a hose. Will we be doing DP?" he asked.

  I looked at my wife with a quizzical expression. Marian said, "No, not at least today but if you can make me happy, maybe at another time." "I think this will make you happy dear," as he began massaging his dick. "Come over here for an appetizer before we get to the main course. But first I need to see what you're hiding behind that outfit."

  Marian had her blouse and bra off while I helped her take down her skirt and panties. I shredded my clothes joining them in the buff.

  "You have very nice tits, lady. Your nipples are like cherries that I'll enjoy plucking. Now, on your knees and show me how a beautiful lady sucks cock." Marian has always been a good cock sucker. She toyed with his cock head flicking her tongue on the underside then sliding her tongue up and down his long meaty shaft. My wife wasn't shy about taking him past her lips and nearly all the way down her throat. She didn't get him in all the way but deep enough for Wiley to gave out a grunt of approval.

  He gave me a sordid smile and said, "You're a lucky man, mister. She's really good. I don't think anyone has gotten me down that far.

  Marian looked up at him, then at me saying, "I think he will be a very nice birthday present." Wiley picked her up with his strong arms and laid her on the bed. For a few minutes, he licked and sucked her tits when she begged him to eat her pussy. "Suck my clit hard and make sure you have two fingers in my cunt." Marian liked talking dirty and it turned me on as I watched Wiley finger fuck her gently, then forcefully.

  For a moment he looked up at me and said, "Make yourself useful mister. Kiss your wife while I'm busy here and pinch her nipples until they are hard. I was happy to do as he said but wanted to put my own hard cock down her throat.