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Collected by Djian
update feb 18 2011
M+/f, cons, humil, modif, whore
A Whore… becoming
by Golfdude
The wife-whore
My wife and I have been married for 10 years. We are a normal, average couple getting thru the days. We have two kids; Tom, seven and Molly, six, healthy and happy children. I work at a computer software research and development lab. My wife Lisa worked in a dentist’s office. We live comfortably, not well off mind you but we make enough to pay our bills, take a vacation once a year, and so on.
Lisa is religious but not preachy. She attends a service a few times a month. I go with her on the special occasions, Christmas, New Years, etc. She is a good Mom and great wife and enjoyable companion. She is 31 this fall. She tries to take good care of herself working out twice a week at the gym. She is fit and firm. Lisa has auburn hair with red highlights, green eyes and a cute smile. She stands about 5’6” and weights 125 plus, but never over 135 lbs. She has a tight firm 36-28-39 figure. Her breasts are firm round and nicely shaped like gentle sloping ski slopes flowing to the pinnacle of each nipple. Each is full, round and nicely shaped at the under carriage. She wears them nicely. Her nipples stand tall, are large firm and darkly colored for a wonderful contrast to her natural skin tones.
Five years ago I had her laser shaved, my birthday present to me! Today she is a smooth as the day she was born from chin to toe, except for what she refers to as her happy trail. Her skin is soft with no stubble. Laser removal requires periodic updates for maintenance every six months or so and less as time goes on, by now it is once a year at best. Lisa was not thrilled about lying naked while a total stranger laser-ed the whole of her body and definitely not about someone probing the laser about her sex, but I prevailed, kind-a. That is to say, at least, she went a head with the treatments. She wanted a small thread of hair left above her sex which we did, about one finger wide and her small hand width tall. She had her legs, arm hair, and pits done at the same time so other than eyebrows and the hair on her head Lisa is completely hair free… and to her delight maintenance free. I like the look and feel of her smooth skin! It was expensive. We missed our vacation that first year, but I think it was worth it.
I have fantasized about whores, prostitutes since I was a young man. Why? Who knows, and by now who cares. I watch talk shows about prostitutes, read about bordellos, and working girls. I have never used such a service but do find it an intriguing subject. A friend and I went to a pub one night a few years back. It had several wonderful young ladies dancing, stripping to be exact. It was a nice guys night out but nothing to write about until my friend commented, “Can you imagine if that was YOUR wife or daughter?!”
“She’s someone’s wife and daughter…” I said. “And If I’m willing to watch his wife or daughter you can bet I’d put mine wife up there for him to watch. That’s only fair!”
I was incensed at the double standard. This young lady, who by strutting her stuff in front of us, frankly demonstrating more courage than I ever could hope to muster, was someone’s wife and daughter. Someone loved her, trusted her, and knew she was entertaining ME. And to talk down about or denigrate her for being there or belittle her performance was beyond acceptable. YES, in fact! If I was willing to watch someone else’s wife/daughter get naked I damn well better be willing accept her with dignity, and to let mine do the same if she so chose, – or leave!
It brought to an odd point my fascination with prostitutes. If I found them of such interest was I willing to pimp my wife? The question bothered me for many months. As I watched a talk
show rerun one night I confronted my wife. The show was about a man who had taken his daughter and a friend to work the summer at a bordello. They discussed his audacity, abuse, and parental responsibilities…the girls talked about the summer. One had enjoyed herself, made money, and intended to return the next summer. The other cried, hated it and left, refusing to even talk to her Father. She had no future, no college, and no job and had nothing to focus on doing. She had a boyfriend and was determined to be faithful to him, which alone seemed to be the focus of her future. Not that whoring was all she could or should do, but she had done nothing with herself or her education to provide any source of income present or future. She seemed to equate ‘faithful affection’ with a roof and three squares a day provided to her by someone else.
As I watched I asked Lisa about what she thought…
“Ever thought about working like that?” I asked cautiously.
“No. I considered being a cocktail waitress once, but never selling my self.” Lisa said without much inflection.
“Ever had anyone ask to buy anything?” I asked curiously and a bit more brave.
“Yeah, but I assumed he was joking. I just blew it off. Why?” She asked with a sideways glance.
“I have always been intrigued by the idea of prostitution… buying and selling sex.” I responded.
“Really? Why does that interest you? Is there something lacking here… at home?” She asked almost indignantly.
“No! I’m good at home, honest. I’ve just always been interested in the idea… I mean I can’t imagine working a brothel where anyone can pick you and you just have to get busy with whatever comes thru the door, but I can see a woman having a client book. People she knows, repeat clients, people she has been around…I mean, sure it is sex for money but then who of us hasn’t traded sex for something or another?” I commented. “I mean an anniversary, or just to get the advantage for some ‘honey-do’ or such…”
“I suppose I can see the point in that. I suppose if I were a prostitute and I was expected to ‘do’ whoever walked thru the door… I’d find that a bit intimidating, humiliating, no, more revolting than anything else I think. I loose my choice in things while they get to choose me or not.... then what they get to do with my body, with or without my real consent. Not a cool idea for me. I can see your point with a client book though…like having several boyfriends at once. Okay, I can see that. But how would you get the clients except by having sex with strangers? And there we are back at the beginning again.” She asked flatly.
“That’s where someone has to be a benefactor, on your side as it were, to screen clients and protect the assets. But I suppose that one way or another, sooner or later; you’d be doing someone for the first time.” I said.
“Me?” Lisa asked abruptly. “Not me. I’m married.”
“Why not you?” I quipped.
“Because I’m married to YOU and I’m not gonna sell myself to satisfy or fulfill your curiosity.”
“Tell you what… you be my wife-whore. I’ll buy YOU. You make a price list, be reasonable and I’ll buy YOU. That will make you a prostitute without being involved with anyone else. Okay?”
“You’re serious aren’t you?” Lisa said with utter disbelief. “Okay. If you want to play that way I’ll play. What about the money? Is it ours or is it mine?”
“It would be yours. You’d earn it. It’s not part of the family budget if that’s what you mean.” I said.
She made a simple enough price list. We reviewed the list the next Monday after dinner. $15 to get laid and $20 for a blow job… $10 to play and $5 each to show… and $25 to butt-fuck. The price list reflected her preferences, pleasures and displeasures. She posted a 3x5 index card with her price list at the corner of the bureau mirror.
I was very excited. Lisa would be my whore! I was going to have to pay to play… I knew I could play anyway because she was my wife, but now she was going to be my wife-whore. I was horny and aggressive. Lisa came to bed that night in her usual PJ’s. I lay next to her thinking about her price list, her becoming my wife-whore, and maybe my fantasy-whore wife. I began to massage her breasts. Lisa obliged my advances the same as always. I slipped my hand into her pajama pants and beneath her soft panties. I loved the feel of her soft smooth sex. My fingers traced along the edges of each labia very gently… Slowly I diddled her clit. Before long she was naked and I was drilling her pussy with my dick for all I was worth. I came and with a few more strokes so did Lisa. I put my arms around her and faded off to sleep.
In the morning next to my plate at breakfast was a simple hand written invoice for services rendered, $10 to play and $15 for the lay, and a small note. “I hope you enjoyed the services. I did. Payment is required upon receipt of invoice.” I choked on my coffee. I wasn’t quite prepared to an invoice from my wife for services rendered.
“No, nothing’s wrong.” I tucked the invoice into my wallet. I stopped at the ATM on the way home. I placed twenty-five dollars on the end table by the coat closet. Lisa picked them up without a word. Tuesday evening Lisa was a whore, my wife-whore. She had been paid for having sex with me. I wondered what she would do if I had not paid and tried to get a little anyway.
I decided to give it a little test. Wednesday we had sex. Thursday there was the invoice $50, ten to play, fifteen for the lay, and twenty-five for the post lay butt-fucking. I stopped at the ATM again but did not put the money on the end table. Friday night I tried to touch her.
“There is no credit here. You have an unpaid invoice for services. You wanted me to be your whore so pay up or don’t play.” She got up and slept on the couch. I paid the money Saturday morning. I knew what each of our new roles was going to be any rate.
Lisa was my wife-whore and seemed determined to play the role. If I wanted her to become my ‘fantasy-whore’ and fuck someone else for money I was going to have to shape the scenario, the rules, and the nature of the game. I had to introduce someone else, someone she knew, into the game. With her playing the role of the whore at home the idea just had to be expanded. The challenge for me was to get her to allow someone else buy into our game. It took three months…
Becoming
About two months into our game and well after Lisa had become comfortable with the idea and self-image of being my wife-whore, I told a friend of ours, Joe about our game. He was single, not un-attractive, and available. As a co-worker I figured that we talked often enough that he might be a good candidate for Lisa’s first real client. Often he hung around the house just because he had nowhere else to be, and during football season he was a regular at weekend games. Lisa liked him or at least never complained about his visits. I knew he found Lisa attractive. I had caught his glance at her once in a while… and there was the occasional comment about this or that, nothing out of propriety but still, he took notice of her ‘assets’. He laughed the first time I told him of our little arrangement. It struck him as nuts to pay a wife for sex. I suggested that she might take him up on an offer one day. Later that week he asked if I was serious about our game. I said yes. He asked if I was serious about Lisa putting out for him. I told him that I was.
It had been my idea. The game was proving to be fun. Lisa bought a few sexy outfits to enhance the role she played, and had put away a few extra dollars in a saving account. I told him that she was a whore, my ‘wife-whore’. He still thought I was foolish paying my own wife for sex. The subject did not come up again right away. Several weeks later at lunch I pushed the subject again. I asked if he found Lisa attractive. He did. I asked if he had ever thought about fucking her. He said no, but guys think about such things all the time so I knew he was lying. I told him that she was energetic, noisy, erotic and satisfying. Lisa liked fucking and it showed in the bedroom. I planted a little idea seedling and suggested again that she might take him up on an offer. He thought I was twice as nuts as before! It was one thing to have me buying her sex; it was wholly a different thing for him to offend her by knowing about it, much less asking about her to fuck him for money.
A week later he came over to watch the game on TV like he did nearly every weekend during the football season. I noticed him staring a bit more than usual at Lisa. The next day I told Lisa of his admiration and suggested she might consider fucking him if he asked, planting a seed of acceptance in her mind. The idea that she might accept his offer and that I would be okay with it.
“I’m not sure what she’ll say… but you’ll never know unless you ask.” I coxed Joe before the weekend game… again.
After the game and after Joe left I told Lisa what I had done…. “I told Joe about our little game… you know… me buying your sex.” Lisa grunted as she put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher.
“You talk too much that was supposed to be our secret.” She paused for effect. “But then I don’t suppose there’s any harm. I kind of like being your little whore… the game’s fun and I like the extra money you pay.” I tickled the seed I had planted.
“That’s what I said. I told him you liked being my wife-whore… I asked him if he was interested in playing…” I said cautiously not knowing whether to duck or run. Lisa whirled about.
“And what did he say?!” She demanded. “At first he said I was nuts… you know, paying for sex with my wife… and he said he would be too embarrassed if you knew that I had told him about our little game much less ask you about sex with him… then he asked if I was serious.”
“And…. Are you?” She asked.
“Yes.” I replied. “I want you to sell it to him if he asks… but he has to ask… and you have to set the price… but its okay with me.”
Lisa was angry, but she had not refused the idea either.
During half-time of the game the following week Joe cautiously asked Lisa about our game. What she thought about it, how we played? I heard Lisa talking with him in hushed tones at the kitchen sink while he got a beer from the fridge. He hinted at a desire to play, but avoided any out right proposition of sex with Lisa. Joe said nothing to me. Lisa politely declined saying it was supposed to be exclusive with me. She did not broach the subject with me either. I did not want to set Lisa’s heels so I left alone. Instead I told Joe I had seen him talking to Lisa and encourage him to try again next week. I told him that he had caught her off guard and that she was just surprised and embarrassed. Try again. He did.
“Did Bill put you up to this?” Lisa asked quietly as she loaded the dishwasher. It was half-time of the game.
“Well, he did suggest that you might re-consider… said you were surprised, embarrassed and such…” He trailed off into an uncomfortable silence.
“Okay. If that’s what he wants, but it gonna cost you more than it does my husband. He has marital rights. You’re just horny.” Lisa laughed uncomfortably. “It’s $200 to dance the dance. Is that too rich for you?” She asked hoping it was.
“No. That’s good. What do I get for that?” He choked on his words.
“The whole damn thing… whatever you want. Is after work on Tuesday good for you? You got a place to meet?”
“Is my apartment okay? I get home about 6-ish. I’ll leave a key under the matt in case you’re early. Traffic and all…”
“I get off about 5:30 so with travel that should be fine. See you then.” Lisa said quietly… “Not a word to Bill or that will be the last time you get anything.” She said sternly knowing that she had left to door open to another date with Joe… if things went well… maybe…
* * *
“I’ve got an appointment after work, talking to a couple of girls about a Candle party they are sponsoring. It’ll take an hour or two. You’ll need to take Tom to soccer and drop off Molly at piano lessons. I should be back by 8:30, 9:00 at the latest. You take care of the kids and I’ll get us dinner on the way back.” Lisa said as we got ready to leave for work.
I was sure she was meeting Joe, but did not want to intrude or ruin the possibility. He had refused any comment so that meant to me that Lisa had said yes. I said nothing but could hardly contain the excitement… and trepidation… a fearful feeling that would grow in MY mind through out the day.
“Okay. Anything I need to know.” I asked sincerely.
“No. I’ve got this. Just be a little while.” Lisa closed the car door as she drove off to work.
I could no more look at Joe than he at me over lunch the next day. I knew that he was going to fuck my wife, that he was going to pay her for the privilege, and that she would become a whore with him today. We respectfully avoided each other. That only made my personal hell all the worse. My mind seemed to gravitate to the horror of loosing my wife to the fantasy of her whoring. Then there is the reality of someone else fucking her. It all seemed erotic, great fun in fantasy, but here in the now, today… in a few hours Joes was going to strip my wife naked, stuff his cock into her pussy, and make a deposit of his cum into her body, my wife’s body… Lisa would come home tonight with Joe’s cum still inside her body. It’s not like it would disappear. Yes, she could wash it out, but I was sure that was not going to cross her mind. It would take hours to dye and more hours to be absorbed… absorbed into her body. Joe’s cum would become part of her body before being discharged! I disappeared into the bathroom to throw up… Reality was becoming the hell of my punishment.
I could call Lisa’s office and tell her what I suspected… and call it off… then what would I tell Joe… how would I face him and the embarrassment he would feel… how would I face Lisa after the embarrassment I had caused her… No! I had chosen my ground and would have to deal with my demons alone. If Lisa cancelled I would understand, be supportive – quietly grateful, and retire the subject. I knew Lisa… she was not going to ‘chicken’ out or change her mind now.
In the end she was going to fuck Joe after work today… for money… and I was going to have to get over it. I had made her into a whore… from my fantasy into reality… The day was interminable. The drive home was agonizing.
Lisa put her date with Joe out of her mind until about 4 PM. Then it just sat in on her mind like an elephant sized weight. She resisted dwelling but reality loomed larger as the quarter hours passed. At 5:00 Lisa closed the office. By 5:30 she was sitting in her car starring at Joe’s address. She could always not show up. I mean really what was Joe going to do – tell Bill, and what was Bill going to do, ask about it? Really! But Lisa knew she was going to go, even if only to call Joe’s bluff and mine too. Then there was the very obvious… she would have to put out… for money… Joe’s money… She would become a whore… not just my personal – family – ‘wife-whore’… but a real whore that fucked a man for money. Lisa eased the car into traffic… and then towards Joe’s apartment.
Ten minutes to six Lisa parked in the parking space behind the apartment complex. A knot formed tightly in her stomach. She caught her breath, struggle for a bit of air then reached for the door handle. It felt cold in her clammy hands. A cold sweat formed on her hands, her fingers stiffened. Lisa tugged the handle. The door opened. She gulped a bit of air sitting motionless for several agonizingly long seconds. Lisa stood straight and walked towards the apartment. Five to six Lisa knocked at the door… no answer… she knocked again… Lisa picked up the matt staring at the key beneath. Rigidly she took the key putting it into the lock… turning it… pushing the door open… and walking inside. Lisa used the bathroom to freshen up a bit, but more to compose her self before Joe arrived.
The door opened. Lisa stood at the counter waiting. She smiled tightly as Joe caught sight of her.
“To be honest I didn’t think you’d be here.” Joe said showing a bit of surprise.
“To be honest, neither did I. Do you have the money?”
Joe counted out ten crisp twenties laying each on the counter next to Lisa. She picked them up placing them into her purse.
“What would like to do now?” She asked.
“How about a drink to start,” Joe offered. “I need one to relax a bit myself.”
“That’s a great idea.” Joe fixed both of them a drink. They sat in the living room… quite silent. Lisa gulped her last bit of courage and stood. “Let’s get this show going before I loose my nerve. What do you want me to do?”
“I want to see you naked first so please get undressed.” Lisa figured that at some point he might make such a request. She had dressed accordingly. She began to slowly unbutton her blouse, a soft lavender button down. She laid it on the couch… then Lisa unzip her jeans, stepping out of them she lay them on top of her blouse … Lisa gave pause for Joe to admire his purchase. She wore lacey silk foundations, sheer and revealing. Her nipples were tall and hardened against the anxiety of the moment. Her panties showed a smooth camel-toe. Lisa unclasped her bra slipping the shoulder straps from her shoulders and laying it atop her jeans… lastly and with a bit of genuine panic she slipped her panties to the ground. “Good enough?” She said modestly trying to covering herself.
“Until we get to the bed room. You’re fantastic! Then I want to see all of you.” Joe walked to the bedroom. Lisa followed. He undressed. His manhood stood at half mast straight out, like a finger pointing directly at Lisa.
“Come here.” He indicated a place in front of him by the bed. Lisa stood in silence barely able to breathe. Joe cupped each breast in his hands, caressing and examining each gently. He kissed, coddled and sucked each breast.
“Lay down.” Lisa did. He opened her smooth legs, caressing and examining each fold of her sex. On Lisa’s pussy danced beads of cold sweat… stimulated passion frozen in the moment by anxiety, trepidation and near panic.
Air burned her throat as Lisa drew in each breath. Her tummy twitched at Joe’s persistent attentions to her body. Lisa liked his touch. She was feeling warm and stimulated. Her passions began to awaken. Lisa was ready to take Joe’s manhood into her body. Joe’s cock stood tall, rigid, thick, and ready for her. He lifted himself over Lisa as she lay on the bed before him. She guided his manhood to the smooth moist folds of her sex. Joe pressed. Lisa spread her hips opening the flat of her sex to him. She waited her mind and passions in limbo as he penetrated her body. He felt good inside! Lisa closed her eyes tightly focusing on the feelings inside. She wrapped her leg tightly about Joe pulling him deep into her world.
“You’re the first other than Bill… but won’t be the last… now fuck me… fuck my pussy. I am your whore tonight! Fuck me deep. Yes!” Joe obliged slowly pressing his manhood deep into Lisa warm wet body. Slowly savoring each pass into her sex Joe continued, building, enjoying, savoring… They bucked against each other. Joe grunted, pressed hard into Lisa, my wife, and came deep inside, drilling her for all he was worth. Lisa shuddered and came too. She grunted and shook. Her keegle muscles contracted about Joe’s cock milking his come to her womb. She smiled with closed eyes as she purposefully milked Joe’s cock with her talented pussy.
“Oh… fuck me… it feels so good… my pussy… Oh… I’m….” Lisa froze, then convulsed as her orgasms flooded over her being. Joe still firm and controlled rolled Lisa over lifting her hips. Gently but firmly he penetrated her bottom.
“Oh.” Was all the wide-eyed Lisa said as he pummeled away at her rectum. Lisa exposed herself to his manhood enjoying the ride. Joe came again.
After he was done Lisa rose from the bed. “See you at the game this weekend?” She asked re-assuring Joe that he was still welcome at their house… and waiting for him to commit to the game. “See you there?” She quizzed again.
“Can we do this again?” He asked as Lisa stood at the bathroom door. She took a breath pausing before answering Joe.
“According to Bill, I am for sale. I just sold myself to you, so. Be discreet. You can have what you can afford… but not one thing more either… Oh, butt-fucking will cost you another fifty next time… unless I enjoy it as much as I did this time…” Lisa smiled closing the bathroom door behind her.
Lisa showered in silence then threw up in the toilet. She brushed her teeth with her finger, brushed her hair, dressed and left… She stopped at a gas station on the way home to throw-up again. Lisa sat in the car at the gas station, and sobbed for several long minutes. She placed those ten crisp twenties on the seat staring at them… then Lisa folded them over putting them away. It was done! The pain and anguish of whoring seared her heart and mind. Her tears, like a salve seemed to sooth if not heal the sores. She drove home.
Grooming a Business
I was grateful for the kids, something to do… soccer practice… piano lessons… and home… it was 7:30 PM… and no Lisa. I fixed dinner for the kids… mac & cheese… then off to bed. It was 8:15 PM when the door opened. Lisa stepped inside carrying pizza… She smiled without much zest. I knew… She knew I knew…
“Hi, Hun. I’m home.” Lisa gave me a hug and kiss before walking to the kid’s room. She set the pizza on the table as she walked thru the kitchen.
It was done… in three months Lisa had become a prostitute. After visiting with the kids she came into the kitchen where I was sitting. Neither of us felt much like eating. She went thru the motions taking the plates out of the cup-board setting one at each of our places. Then in silence she placed ten crisp twenty dollar bills on the table between us and sat down.
“It’s done. I’m a whore… I fucked Joe tonight for two hundred dollars… and promised him a repeat if he could afford it.” Lisa picked up a small slice of pizza placing it on the plate in front of her. “The real problem is I liked fucking him! I was scared as hell at first but What a rush! He’s a great lay. I’d fuck him again for free, but then his paying for it added to the panic… the rush of the moment.”
My stomach knotted… “I thought that was what the candle party was about. I’m not sure whether I was more afraid of you being mad or liking it…”
“Not your choice anymore… you made that decision when you pushed Joe to keep asking me to fuck him. So now what? I’m a whore… you’re my pimp… so what’s next?” Lisa challenged. I choked on my pizza… she chuckled with pleasure.
“You’ve only got one client. I need to expand your client book. I spread the word about with a few of the people I know… and we’ll see what happens. You think Joe will come over this weekend?” I asked.
“I can guarantee it. I invited him over to watch the game. Nothing in our life is going to change if I can help it. I told Joe to keep mum to you about today.”
“Think he will ask for another…” I faded off into uncomfortable silence.
“I can guarantee that too… I encourage him to call again… and I’ll insist if I have too… this is going to play itself out.” Lisa insisted.
“And you’ll…”
“I can guarantee that too. You made this my reality, no our reality. And as my pimp you better make the most of it while it lasts.” Lisa stood went to the bathroom and off to bed.
Now I had to expand her client base. I was sure with a few words here and there I might find someone else we knew that had some interest. I made a few suggestions about just to see where there might be interest.
I question Joe in passing later that week and got a funny grin. He tried to skip over it and change the subject. I planted another seed. “Well, if not you, maybe you know someone who would like to fuck her…” I followed that up a week later with another comment or two directed at finding another client for Lisa.
After several weeks he admitted doing Lisa, twice. I asked how much she charged. He fell awkwardly silent. I did not pursue it. I suggested again he might know of someone who would be interested in our little game.
Later that week Lisa said she had to stop at the mall to pick up something on the way home from the office. It was a friend of Joe’s named Mark that she was picking up. Lisa said nothing. The next week a friend of mine called her. Lisa scheduled him on a Saturday around lunch time.
“Where are you going? What you doing?”, I asked as Lisa got ready to go to meet her client.
“Working.” She said matter of fact. “You wanted me to be whore, now I have clients to service. I fuck for money. I like fucking them. And I like getting paid for it.” She stiffened a bit at vocalizing the reality. “And…” She confronted me as she spoke.
“Nothing, honest. I’m good with it.”
“Well, I’m not. I don’t like ‘being’ a whore… not to you or to your friends… but I am… ever since I fucked Joe that first time. I like the sex… I like the money and that’s just the way it is. So, what are we gonna do?” She asked standing in front of the bedroom mirror staring at her reflection.
“Nothing, I suppose. What do you want to do?”
Lisa paused studying the moment. “I never thought of myself being anything but your wife and Mom. I was happy being faithful to you… now I’m not. I want to fuck these guys. I am not comfortable being a whore… but it’s too late for that. I’ll get over it in time. And you?” She waited.
“You’re a whore, my whore, our whore. I’m going to pimp you until you say to stop. I don’t want you fucking without the money. It’s just not the same somehow. Keep your job at the office. Work your clients and see what happens… If your client book grows large enough you can quit the office… or not. For now you’re a whore, my whore… and my wife.”
“So you want me to be a whore… for you… what about the kids?”
“What about the kids? You are the Mom, nothing changes. You’re my wife, nothing changes. You have to be discreet but so be it. Is that so hard?”
“Not for you, but then no ones fucking you, or calling to fuck you. You don’t have to leave the kids to go out and fuck someone.” She quipped. “I have to let people know that I’m a whore… be a whore… give up time with the family to be a whore. You make very little sacrifice in this.”
“Sorry. What do you want me to do? Do you want to stop?” I asked.
“No point to stopping now. I could have before that first time with Joe. I wasn’t a whore then. Stopping would have meant nothing. I was fine just having you then. I like the attention, the sex. I like being wanted. I like the rush of fucking someone different. I don’t want to stop fucking them. I have become a whore. I have several clients and am sure there will be more. It’s too late to change it now…” With that Lisa walked to the car, ready for her date.
With-in the first three months of our little game Lisa had become a working whore, at five months she had four regular clients and me. We talked about how to groom good repeat customers and decided on a frequent riders discount… three for the price of two kind of thing. Lisa would not offer it to anyone she did not want to groom for frequent visits. Joe and Mark bought a frequent riders card almost immediately.
Lisa and I talked about the growing client list. She did not want to fuck just anyone that called. I did not blame her agreeing completely. It was quite one thing to have sex with someone you knew even if you didn’t know them well, and total another to get naked with a total stranger. Trust was not as big a factor because by the nature of it a certain amount of trust had to be assumed or discarded. Lisa decided that she needed to date a client, interview them once and sometimes twice if necessary. That way they weren’t strangers when she got naked with them. And if she did not feel comfortable with them she could simply terminate the association. Lisa did not want one-night stands either. If she felt that she was just a quickie or the flavor of the month she could pass on the client. It was a good plan. The client book might grow more slowly but then she would feel better about each client and her self… and safety is always a concern.
By the sixth month Lisa had seven clients, three of whom were frequent riders. The client book grew mostly thru referrals, a friend of a friend or a friend, etc. By the eight month the client list seemed to grow on its own… it became difficult to manage! Lisa took the time to know each client, make them personal. Because she did not want to fuck strangers she took the time to make them friends and lovers. It worked well for everyone. She sold ten frequent rider cards… others wanted them but Lisa had to draw the line somewhere and ten was it.
Lisa was surprised at the number of forty-something men looking for a little something-something on the side. Most of her clients were married, business men, in the early forties. Usually either Momma didn’t put out often enough, due to family obligations or just simple frigidity. The reasons really didn’t matter much. Some men just wanted a bit extra the macho thing I suppose, some wanted a bit of the kink and Momma wouldn’t play, and some were just lonely feeling a need for someone else to take care of their desires.
When Lisa reached the limit of time she wished to spend on her business she took names for the future. When a client dropped, which happened fairly regularly, she simply called someone from the approved future client list and added them to her book. She kept as busy as she wanted to be.
Lisa quit the office before the end of the first year. At the anniversary of our game she had a date nearly every day for lunch and one with someone just after work. It was not uncommon for Lisa to have two dates during the day or two dates after work. She never double up mornings with nights on the same day, three in any day was the max for her and only on very special occasions did she work the weekend. She worked three weeks a month, five days a week, and no more than four hours a day.
Lisa was a good business woman, a good working woman, smart with money and time management, a good Mom, a great Wife… and a very good Whore! She spent time with the kids, went to their games, and school functions. She had more time for the family than when she worked at the office, and more money to spend on them too. She fixed dinner, cleaned house, and loved me. She invested her money in IRA’s and bonds.
On the first anniversary of our game I took Lisa to a tattoo parlor. I told her the jest of what I was going to do but did not reveal the details of the tattoo itself. I covered her eyes so she did not know exactly what was being applied. I did not let her see the finished product until we got home. I had a bright red heart inked just to the side of her happy trail and just below the waist line. Inside the heart in easy to read scroll I had etched:
I Am A
Willingly I Serve You
Happily I Try Please
Openly Available, tho
Rewarded upon
Entry
It was clearly visible when she stood in front of the mirror naked. Though it was clearly legible you had to make a bit of an effort the read the scroll. It was very pretty and very well done. She gaped wide eyed at the tattoo…
“Are you nuts?!” She all but screamed. “Now I’m labeled… anyone who sees me naked will know I’m a whore!”
“Yes, they will… you are a whore… a very good whore too… and who’s going to see you naked that doesn’t know?”
“What about the gym? I shower at a tree when the stalls are taken.” Lisa turned facing me.
“What changes? I know! I’m proud of you. I’m proud of what you are and how you run the business.” I said.
“I’m not so sure about this… but then it’s too late to change it now. And it is pretty.” She smiled wryly. “I guess I might as well wear the label if I’m going to do the job…” Lisa resigned herself as she mused over the tattoo.
Stories to Tell
It was one of Joe’s friend’s friend that introduced Lisa to her first threesome. She took the appointment on a Saturday afternoon. It was his friends thirtieth birthday and he wanted to party with him. Lisa charged them $600 for the afternoon, noon to five, five full hours of debauchery. She had never done more than one guy at a time, even though she did up to three a day. Lisa was a bit intimidated.
“We want a theme party. He wants to pick you up at a bar. You need to dress provocatively… something revealing. I’ve given him a photo of you so he will know you by sight.” Lisa agreed. “He wants you to go with him to a hotel and have sex… then he will call me. We several fantasies to play out before we go back to the hotel… there we will both get to have you until it is time to go…”
“Let me know what the fantasies are first.” Lisa insisted. He gave her a written list of instructions. She read them twice… “Wow. I’ve never…”
“He’ll pay an extra $100…”
“Okay. I want 50% down with the balance at evenings end. I just need to muster a bit of courage for the party favors. See you a week from Saturday.” Lisa tucked the wish list inside the top of her bra. “Wow.” She shook her head as she walked out of his office.
“So, what’s up? I asked as we watched TV together that night. Lisa seemed a bit pre-occupied about something.
“I’ve got a party in two weeks. A friend’s birthday and I’m the present.” She mused.
“Oh, what kind of party are they planning?” I asked, knowing the obvious but sure there was something more to it. Something was on Lisa mind. She smiled… at the obvious answer.
“There’s the birthday boy and his friend. I’ve never done a threesome… and then there are a few party favors.” She winked. “I charged them $600 for the party and $100 for the favors so I covered my time and services. I need to do a little shopping tomorrow… want to go with me?” She asked.
“Sure.”
“I need an outfit and a few other items.”
We went shopping… Lisa bought a simple blue A-line skirt at Ross’s. It was cut to just above the knee so as to not accent Lisa’s muscular thighs. The blouse took a lot longer. It had to match color with the skirt, and be snug fitting and sheer… to sheer. We found one that was a pretty lace paisley print, nearly see thru. Then we went to the lingerie store. Lisa bought a blue thong to match the skirt. Not one of those string things but a thong of substance with a waist band and a ‘V’ at the back. Then she bought a very low cut tricot bra that clasped in the front. Lastly we shopped for a pair of back-strapped one toe-ed black two inch heels.
We stopped at a stitchery to have the skirt modified. Lisa had it spit at both side to a three inch waist band. Then she hand grommets put into the splits at two inch spaces. Into the grommet
she was going to lace from the bottom to the top, much like your shoes, a leather cord with a tie at the waist band. She had the length cut to mid-thigh and a large piece of lace, matching the blouse, sewn to the hem.
When she dressed for the party she looked really HOT! The bra worked with the blouse to obscure but not hide her nipples. The skirt showed two inches wide of naked thigh on each side. The thong left her looking quiet naked under the skirt. The hem line showed plenty of thigh. The lace hem covered but not. It all but exposed her pretty thong when she sat down. Lisa was ready by 11 and on the bar stool by 11:45. She was alone until lunch time. She was very much noticed by the patrons. At 12:30 a pleasant young man strode up to her.
“I believe you are expecting me?” He asked. He had been watching her for nearly thirty minutes from the corner booth. He produced her picture.
“Yes. I have been waiting for you.” Lisa stood joining him in his booth where they visited for the next half hour. After Lisa sat down he asked her to undo the first button on her blouse. She did. In another ten minutes he asked for the second button. Lisa’s fingers slowly slipped it thru the hole. That was the button just below the clasp of her bra. After they visited a little long he asked for the third button. Lisa smiled, drew a breath pressing the button thru the little hole. That was two buttons below the clasp of her bra. Her blouse stood open to her navel. Only the friction of lacey fabric against the tricot cups kept any sense of coverage.
“Are you ready for the first party favor?” He asked showing a little excitement at the question.
“No, but if it’s time then let’s play… Happy Birthday!” Lisa drew a deep breath. She stood to the end of the table. He handed her a black magic marker.
“An autograph on each breast at or below the nipple… and one on the inside of each thigh no lower than mid-thigh or it won’t count.” Lisa smiled looking around the room. There were ten guys having a beer or eating lunch.
Not much to choose from, but then there was always street walking to collect autographs. That might be easier to get her breasts signed than the bar where someone might complain. She decided that her thighs would be easier in the bar where she could sit.
“It’s a friend of mine’s birthday and he wants me to collect autographs… would you mine signing my thigh?” Lisa smiled her best smile.
“Okay.” The man said with a smile. Lisa sat down next to him. Her blouse fell open as she sat. Slowly she covered her breast with the fold of a see thru lace blouse. Her nipples strained hard against the tricot cups of her bra. She leaned forward. She could see him admiring her fully exposed breasts.
“He insists on the signature being on the inner part of my thigh… above mid-thigh.” She opened her legs. He could clearly see the camel toe of her thong… and the wet line between its toes. His cold hands shook as he scrawled his name. The tip of the marker stroked across her labia. Lisa smiled as she stood.
“Thank you.” Lisa walked to another table and repeated the offer. He too admired her wears and stroking her labia with the whole of his hand. Lisa stood thanking him. She fussed with the blouse before exiting the bar. She looked both ways before finding someone she considered safe enough to offer a breast.
“I have a friend with a birthday. He wants me to get a signature on each of my breasts. Would you mind signing one for me?”
He smiled widely, “are you kidding?”
“Honest.” Lisa smiled.
“Sure.” Lisa handed him the marker. With a subtle flick of a finger she undid the clasp at the front of her bra. She held on cup in place with her hand while removing the other exposing the whole breast to him.
“Please sign across the nipple or below.” She waited while he slowly signed… very slowly… “Thank you.” She tucked her breast away inside the sheer tricot cup. It hid nothing. Even the signature showed thru the fabric.
Lisa had to walk another block to find someone she felt comfortable with signing. She repeated the offer, with much the same results. With all the signatures collected she returned to the bar. Her blouse barely clung to the nipples of the tricot cups as she walked in. He was sitting at the booth waiting.
“Show me, please.” He asked quietly. Lisa pulled the blouse wider… unclasped the bra showing him one breast at a time… and the signatures. He had witnessed the signing of each thigh.
“Shall we go?” He stood to escort her to the hotel room. They barely got the door closed. He turned pressing her against the closing door. His hands found her breasts… the zipper to her skirt… He carried her to the bed where he removed her bra and panties. His manhood was large… the largest Lisa had seen. She was wet and ready. Her hands just fit about its girth as she guided it to her hot wet sex. She came wildly… he came over and over. It seemed like he rode her for ten minutes straight. Lisa loved it cumming over and over. Finally he rolled off her.
He mused at her pussy as they lay next to each other. “I had heard about the tattoo… I like it!” He traced the heart with a finger.
“Let’s shower… you still have another party favor before John joins us.”
“Yes, I do…” They showered and Lisa dressed leaving her thong panties on the bureau in the hotel room. They drove to the mall. It was busy. It was Saturday after all. He drove Lisa to the mid-way of the row of parking. John’s car was parked at the end of the row. John waited. Lisa estimated it to be just over fifty yards to his car. She got out of the passenger side of the car walking around to his side.
“The real trick is to act natural. No one will notice you if you act natural. Run and you will attract attention. Ready?”
“No.” Lisa said.
“To bad… let’s go.” Lisa undid the buttons of her blouse. She folded it neatly handing it to the birthday boy. Then she reached behind her skirt to its zipper. Lisa tugged to downward. The skirt fell open at the back. Lisa stepped out of her skirt. This too she folded neatly giving it to the birthday boy. With a flick of the finger she undid the clasp of her bra. Lisa placed one cup into the other folding it over and handing it to him. Then she began to walk towards John’s car… complete naked… on a busy Saturday at the mall. He drove away leaving her unescorted. John would take her back to the motel where she would do her first threesome. Deliberately Lisa walked to John’s car quietly praying no one would take notice.
Alas… as she got close someone turned down the parking row looking for a parking stall. At first they had not noticed her. She however had taken immediate notice of them. Two stall away from John’s car she heard them honk. Their engine gunned quickly. They stopped to admire Lisa’s attire as she reached John’s car. She stopped, turned and blew them a kiss, then ducked into his car. He had no clothes for her. She rode naked to the hotel. Then there was the walk from his car to the hotel room door… and John did not take the closest stall either. Lisa was very glad for the privacy of the hotel room as the door closed behind her.
Now she was to be the next few hours’ entertainment…. They were really ready… and so was she. John grabbed Lisa’s breasts. The birthday boy began licking her tattoo… Soon he lifted
her to her knees… his manhood found her bottom. Lisa winced as his large cock parted her rectum. She took John in her mouth. Slowly she sucked and licked. She did want to go too far with him just yet. The birthday came in her bottom. Lisa rolled to her back…
“Fuck my hot pussy, John.” Lisa’s fingers parted the labia. John’s cock found her sex. Lisa came almost immediately…. John did his best to fill her with cum. After the post –sexual glow passed Lisa retrieved a warm was cloth. She cleaned her self and then each of their flaccid dicks.
“Let’s see what you two are made of.” Lisa began sucking the birthday boy while stroking John’s dick. Slowly they both came around. Lisa knelt on the bed. “John,” Lisa slapped her bottom. She continued with birthday boy’s blow job. John began stoking her bottom with his cock. She groaned as John came leaving his load in her rectum. Lisa withdrew sitting atop birthday boy’s dick. Slowly it disappeared inside her. She squatted down pressing his dick as far inside as he could reach. It felt like he was pressing in upon her tummy. It was the largest she had ever had… it felt oddly good, yet very pressured. She leaned forward. He cupped her breasts and began licking her nipples. That too felt good. Lisa began working the magic inside her to her own pleasure. He came deep inside. It felt good. Lisa continued working her hips… her orgasm nearly exploded it was so intense. Her pussy gripped, tugged, sucked, and pulled at the cock inside. Lisa nearly yelled, then gurgled, and then collapsed as she came over and over. She was spent.
It was only four o’clock… she slept… they awoke her for one last fuck before she left.
Lisa was not given her clothes to drive home. They were presents to the birthday boy. John drove her to her car. Lisa spread a towel she had brought with her and sat down. She called me to bring her robe to the garage… and drove home very naked… with streaked and stained autographs on her thighs and breasts. She had earned her money to be sure, but then she had enjoyed the wild rush of the day! It almost seemed unfair to charge someone for that much fun.
Lisa had her first couples date almost a month later. That led to both of her female clients. One was the friend of the other. One was a closet lesbian; the other was quietly bi-sexual.
The Baby
Women that fuck have one peculiar side effect… pregnancy. Lisa became pregnant in her second year as a whore. She had no idea who was the father… except to say that the two women in her book were not high on the suspect list. At three months she told each client that she was pregnant… that she was keeping the baby… and she was NOT seeking some sort of compensation... but that in another few months she would have to take some time off. She hoped each would understand and re-visit her after the baby was born.
The baby was born healthy, cute, with dark brown hair. Lisa took a month after the baby was born to play the Mom… then a month to work out and regain her figure… and a week to call each client…
Lisa starts work on Monday…
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