The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  "Can you delete him fucking you?"

  "Oh fuck, John."

  “Come on, Natasha.”

  “Come on? Seriously? Come on? Don’t go goddammit!”

  “We’ll talk later. And by the way, there isn’t a used rubber in the trash.”

  John had always been a crafty fucker.

  Then he’d left. She got dressed again as fast as she could but his car was gone when she got to the parking lot. For the first time in her life she didn’t want to salve her freaked out with fucking. She texted John and after he'd only responded with a, "It's cool, we'll talk later," Natasha had bought another bottle and got drunk and passed out.

  Then months with the occasional phone calls to his office, and he was always pleasant. Emails with hints of their old relationship. Borderline erotic, friendly, sometimes funny. Promises of meeting up that never materialized. They’d finally talked on his cell when she knew he was in town for something, and it was safe, but suddenly he never had time to do anything.

  After a few months and out of desperation Natasha had done something she hadn't done since college; she trolled the bars. She was just looking for some make do fuck sticks until she could cajole John back into her pussy. There was Billy, a 'one day a week at his house during lunch fuck,' and Zane, her 'Friday afternoon guy.' But she always imagined she was fucking John while they fucked her. She was amazed at how the nastiness of being shared each week by three men didn’t make her feel 'fed'. John was the missing nasty piece for her evil need fuck puzzle.

  Now it was a Friday, and Zane had bailed for personal reasons, leaving Natasha fucky as hell. She'd stopped for a beer, and as it was growing dark she decided to try a place where she knew she could take her drink with her to smoke in the alley behind the bar.

  When Natasha entered the place, she couldn't believe it, John was at the end of the bar.

  Fuck yes!

  But he talking to a very attentive dark haired waitress with jiggly tits. From the way she leaned into him Natasha could tell she’d been fucking him.

  Mother fucking fuck! She was jealous and furious and horny at the same time. She approached the pair and moved up to lean against John's back, putting her arm around him, and her hand on his chest. It was nice. Natasha could tell he knew it was her from the way she smelled and felt even before he turned to look.

  "Hey fucker," Natasha said. Natasha could see that he was a little buzzed, and he didn't say anything.

  Natasha gave the waitress a glare that made her scurry away.

  Bitch.

  She could smell the faint aroma of beer on his breath.

  "You've got to start seeing me again."

  Natasha knew her eyes were begging. Fuck that, she didn’t care, she needed John cock.

  John got off his bar stool.

  “There’s an alley thru that door,” he said pointing towards the back of the bar.

  “You fucking that waitress?” Natasha asked as she followed him out the back door.

  “Yeah, every now and then,” John said off handedly.

  She was furious.

  “Fuck,” she said.

  John turned and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

  “Really?” He walked into the alley away from the bar, where it was a little darker. Natasha hurried after him, feeling like a horny little school girl. He always fuckin did that to her. He stopped in front of a brick wall that dropped in steps from six or so feet down to just high enough for her to sit on.

  Natasha stood in front of John, shaking, and wanting him to fuck her. She hadn’t been this close to him for months, and even with all the thinking about getting fucked by him she hadn’t realized how badly she missed his lips and his cock. Until she was this close.

  He was gonna start fucking her again, and that was all there was too it. “Listen, you have got to start seeing me again. You’ve just got to.”

  He reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her close.

  “Come here you little slut.”

  He started feeling one of her tits with his other hand. She made a sound, and leaned towards him, reaching up. He knocked her hands down.

  “Fuck John.”

  He grabbed her face, putting his face in front of hers, she could feel the lust, and the control.

  “Shut up you little bitch. Maybe I'll fuck you again, I could use a little whore pussy tonight.”

  "Whatever you want. Fuck me like you want."

  "You're an obedient little easy piece, huh?"

  Natasha just nodded her head.

  “You here to get fucked?”

  “Yes.”

  "You got yourself some side dick already, huh?"

  "Fuck, John!"

  “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, you little whore.”

  He pushed her back up against the higher part of the wall.

  You wanna get fucked?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “What?” “Yes!”

  “Good girl. Feel that?”

  She reached down and felt his always ready to fuck her cock. Knowing that John was gonna fuck her in this alley, like some crack whore, had her so fucked up she could hardly think.

  “That’s a good little slut. On your knees, get dirty for me."

  She groveled in the dirt as he unbuttoned his pants, and pulled his cock out. He held it in his hand, inches from her open mouth, holding her hair and not letting her taste it.

  "That's a good little bitch," he purred.

  He still wouldn't let her get her mouth on it, and she started to drool a little.

  "Yeah, that's it. Wanna suck this?"

  "Fuck yeah."

  John pulled her mouth to his cock, and she sucked away.

  "Good girl, yeah, good girl."

  After a minute or so he pulled her head away, and looked down at her with stern eyes.

  "What are you?'

  "I'm your little bitch, I'm whatever you want."

  “Like that cock huh?”

  “Yes, I fuckin’ love your cock!”

  “That’s good.”

  She started to say something.

  “Shh. You open your mouth when I tell you too. You sucked any dick besides mine today?" "No. Let me have it again."

  "Stand up fuck slut, you can kiss me, bitch.” She was quivering, and was on him like a dog on a bone. That’s what she was, a bitch in an alley. About to get used like a dog. She was only wearing a short dress. He told her take her panties off. She squirmed out of them, and he picked her up and set her on the wall. He dropped his pants and slid his cock into her pussy, then picked her up to stand and fuck her. A couple came out of the bar's back door to smoke in the alley. Natasha tried to be quiet, but she couldn't help it, she made fuck noises. They watched as John fucked her and made her cum. She could hear the couple laughing. John started bouncing her a little. She turned her head as she rode him, watching the smoking couple thru slitted animal eyes as they watched her getting fucked. Getting off on being watched as she was fucked. It made her cum again right away.

  Then she realized the man smoking was George.

  Fuck.

  “Yeah, I met George,” John breathed in her ear.

  The 'woman' smoking with him was actually a really skinny guy with very long hair.

  The pair walked towards them, and John set Natasha down.

  "Stay, whore," he told her.

  "She might want to go now," George said.

  "This horny bitch does what I tell her. I don't even need a leash. But she wants one sometimes, don't you girl?" John had said while gripping her hair.

  "Yes," Natasha said quietly. She was just waiting for John to fuck her again. He told George to bring his car around back. George left and was back in a minute flat, driving a Suburban. John motioned to the back of the Suburban so George and the long-haired guy opened the rear door and John threw Natasha in the back. He fucked her until she came again, then she grabbed him tightly as he thrust at her hard, cumming inside her. Like old times she smiled to her
self. John slid out of her, “Feel your pussy, feel my cum in you.”

  She did as she was told. Fuck it was nasty good what he was doing to her.

  “Now you’re gonna fuck George.”

  “If you really want me to.”

  She was reluctant, not wanting to lose ground with John again, but strangely excited about being gang fucked in an alley.

  “You’ll do what you’re told, you sweet little whore.”

  “Will it make you start fucking me again?”

  “If you’re obedient enough."

  "Okay. Pass me around. I'll fuck whoever you tell me to."

  George was horny and ready, but a little hesitant. The long-haired blond guy didn’t care.

  “I’ll fuck her!”

  John's voice was friendly but firm, “You’ll wait your turn, Jimmy, you get her when George is done.”

  “Fuck! Hurry up, George. Fuck her, I want her.”

  George was still a little reluctant, “I’ve never fucked a girl with another guy's creampie.”

  “You want that pussy don't you?”

  "Yeah, George,” Natasha said, almost purring. “You want the pussy.” The sound of own her voice, all slutty and lazy sounding startled her. Lying there in front of three men, legs splayed out, looking slovenly, and ‘open for business’ was unbelievable. Freaky. Sublimely taboo and exciting. She couldn’t help herself, a weird, evil sounding laugh escaped from her lips. It accentuated her already sexed up feelings. John reached in and grabbed her by the hair, "Come out here bitch, don't make me pull you."

  Natasha sat up, moving her face what light there was, with John holding her hair like a handle. She let her head droop a little in what could only be described as submissive whoredom. She knew her eyes must have looked like she was on opium.

  “Think of it as pussy lube George. Tell him, you horny little gang bang slut.”

  Natasha giggled, “It’s lube for your cock, Georgy.”

  Even in the darkness she could see the effect the sight of her had on George. Natasha sat back down, dress pulled up, legs open, lying there waiting for a cock was having on George.

  George climbed in the back.

  “You got a rubber?” she asked.

  “You don’t care, you whore, but I won’t cum in you.”

  He started fucking her while John and Jimmy watched. He was nice enough to wait until she had cum once before he pulled out and sprayed onto her exposed abdomen and dress.

  Good thing she was staying in town tonight, she thought to herself.

  George exited the back of the Suburban, looking at her with submissive eyes.

  "What do you say, slutty baby?" John asked her.

  "Next!" she said, opening her legs.

  Then Jimmy fucked her. He pulled out before cumming, putting his dick in her face and making her swallow his load. John made her lay there and drink some beer so he could kiss her when he fucked her again. She was lying in the back of the Suburban, legs spread, her dress up around her ass, cum on her abdomen, and leaking out of her, chasing cum with a beer. After the third swig she gargled and spit out the beer into the back of what was now simply a place to get fucked and used. John climbed in and wiped Jimmy’s cum off her face with her dress, then made her take another drink before he started kissing and fucking her.

  He told George to drive around while he fucked her, just in case someone else in the bar saw them and mentioned what they were doing and called a cop. After John made her cum a few times, she pulled him close.

  “Empty your balls in me again." She whispered, "Please John, please."

  And he did, yelling and jerking. It felt fuckin' evil and wonderful to have him inside of her again.

  She was ready to go back to her part-time room and fuck John some more.

  “Take me to where I’m staying tonight, let’s go.”

  John shook his head, and told George to pull over, switch places with him, and fuck her while he drove.

  “I just want you now,” she told him.

  “I don't give a fuck. After tonight, but not now. You do what you’re told.”

  She just nodded. She knew she was a fuck slut tonight, and that was the price she had to pay to get John’s cock back, so she was gonna pay it. Besides, she was liking it, little whore that she was.

  When John came back for thirds he whispered in her ear.

  “I’m your side cock. You’re gonna have to make do with just me and Hans fucking you from now on. Understand.”

  “Yes.”

  She knew it was gonna be different. She’d be more of a fuck whore for John when they fucked now, but they’d be fucking again. She was kinda like his sex slave now. Maybe she always had been.

  'Oh my god!' she thought with a smile.

  And she had a part-time apartment in the city now. Oh fuck. When John saw Natasha in the parking lot, he must have known by the look in her eyes she was there to get a backseat fucking. The fact she was waiting for him in the back seat of her car was probably a good clue as well.

  Tall, thin, blonde and blue. And in my way, I do love you, Natasha thought to herself. God, she loved really tall men. She and John were opposites. She was of average height, long black hair, brown eyes, but they were both athletic.

  John made Natasha get out of her car and feel his hard-on while they stood in the parking lot. Then he made her whisper in his ear how bad she wanted to get fucked.

  John knew how to press all of her fuck buttons. Natasha was wearing a short dress, no bra and no panties, an easy open package as John called it. He almost threw her into the backseat.

  “Spread nasty baby.”

  Natasha opened her legs.

  As usual, he made her cum a lot before shooting his load into her. She tried to milk his cock with her pussy, he loved that. She loved that.

  After John had finished twitching she started talking about her gang bang fantasy again.

  John laughed, “I was wondering when you’d break down and have to go for the gang bang tag team you slut.”

  “Oh fuck, John. I just keep thinking about it.”

  John's put his face close to hers, his eyes widened, “Well, I haven't been fucking you enough."

  "Damn right you haven't! Still, I thought you might get pissed when I brought this up again." He stroked her hair as he responded, "We’ve both whored out so much over the last year anyway, what the hell? Besides, if you’re gonna do this I’d rather be there. Not just because it’s evil and I wanna be one of the guys fucking you. I want to make sure you’re okay and nothing bad happens to my Natasha.” “And you know I need a real master, not some wannabe. You know how to use me.”

  John fondled her nipples and whispered, “But if we do this, I’m gonna make you be nasty.”

  Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Natasha thought to herself, but she just said, “Okay.”

  Sometimes even with John, she was a little afraid of showing just how slutty she was, but she could tell John anything.

  "Relax," John said, "And stop trying to act nonchalant when you're vibrating just thinking about it."

  The fucker could read her mind.

  It was becoming even more real now, and Natasha was starting to feel scared and horny again. John could tell. He could always tell.

  "You’re starting to like fucking me as much as you used to.” He said.

  “I never stopped liking it, and you know it, you fucker. You know how many different dicks I’ve tried to substitute for you?”

  John laughed his wicked laugh. "I'll fuckin'' bet you've tried."

  "What the hells a whore SUPPOSED to do? Jeez, John."

  “Well, I've kept it to only one or two nasty bitches. Gotta be careful. I don't use a condom because I shoot blanks."

  "Fuck, I missed that. And you."

  "I've missed you too. Maybe I'll start taking care of your fuck needs on a regular basis again."

  Natasha got so excited she had to rub herself, "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah!"

  John looked at her for a moment withou
t, speaking, then with a look of wonder said, "Goddamn, you really missed my cock, huh?"

  “Yes.” Natasha always spoke in single word sentences when she was feeling fuck crazy.

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, I need you to fuck me right now.” "If I make you my permanent side piece again, it's just back to us. If I catch you fucking some asshole in an alley or even hear about it, I'll go back to giving you my dick a few times a month, you understand."

  Natasha pouted.

  "Understand?" John repeated with a cocked eyebrow.

  Natasha sighed. "Okay dammit. Fuck." Natasha knew it would be hard not to fuck a bunch of other fuckers, but it would be worth it to be John's exclusive side pussy and get his dick whenever she needed it again. That would mean alley fucks, office fucks, bar fucks, car fucks, everywhere a fuck, fuck! And then she could still go home and get fucked!

  Life was good.

  “Open your fuckin’ legs again, girl.”

  Life was real good.

  John fucked her for another thirty minutes, laughing every time he made her cum.

  She’d whisper, “You fucker! You fucker!” and then she’d cum again.

  After he'd shot inside her a second time, Natasha just laid there, enjoying the feeling of John's warm loads slowing leaking from her pussy.

  They talked some more about her gang fuck. “I think to be fair, you have to fuck me with another chick one time," John said. "You can watch me fuck her, you'd like that.” “I'll love it, and I'll hate it, but I can think of a few chicks that could benefit from some good, nasty fucking.”

  That silly ass secretary of hers, she thought to herself. And she just gave her two weeks notice. Yeah, they could tie her up in the office and do all kinds of nasty shit to her!

  I'll give her a good bonus, hehe. God, she was fuckin' evil.

  "Maybe even two chicks," John said.

  “Okay, you fucker.”

  "Don't worry, I'll fuck you first and last."

  "Damn right, I get the first and last load, they're mine, fucker."

  "And maybe the third and fourth."