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Grooming a Whore Ch. 01

By: InYourDreams



We all have deep rivers of desire that run through unlit corridors of the soul. Alien personalities full with cravings of the shadow self that we strive to keep in check. If we do not find ourselves sufficiently sexually fulfilled then we become vulnerable, and if by ill chance we stumble upon a door that opens upon our darker soul we will find ourselves irresistibly attracted to the path through the darkness beyond and a life that spirals away, ever downwards. Having once embarked upon that journey, the darker soul within grows in strength and we are flung further off balance and risk losing who we are.

Judy is a discontented wife, ripe for the plucking. Unfortunately for her, Will recognised that too when he walked into the clean wholesome charity shop... 

I have not been looking for an affair! Really I haven't. But already I know this guy means too much to me, it is already too late I cannot give him up. I need him, and I would rather give up anything else not to lose him. I know it is wrong, I am a married woman, but I am not strong. 

It had started out so innocently. Working as a volunteer in a charity shop while my husband was at his job just seemed like a worthwhile use of my time. Colin and I have not been getting on very well of late. He can be so controlling and he keeps such a tight handle on the money. I am sure he just needs more time to learn he can trust me. Yet I hate having to ask him for money to buy clothes and stuff. I hate that he can say no and if he thinks what I want is too flirty he will say no. I could not believe he would turn out to be so mean. We have rowed about it, but it never seems to make any difference. In the end I have just learned to accept that's how he is, but inside I am seething about it. It's funny I don't think I was aware of that before, just little by little I accepted the situation. It's only now with Will on the scene that I realise how lacking my relationship with Colin is.

Don't get me wrong, I have never gone short for anything. We have money, it's just I can only spend it on what he approves of. Anyway, Will is a handsome guy and he comes into the shop and starts paying me attention, and I quickly become interested. He enters and looks around then buys something as an excuse to come over and talk and flirt with me. He is so obvious. He clearly wasn't interested in the things he had bought, I expect he threw them away as soon as he got outside. I find myself looking forward to his arriving and as soon as I see him my heart skips a beat. I love the way we both pretend not to notice each other while he looks around. Then when he comes over and we chat neither of us want the conversation ever to end. 

I don't know, maybe I am just fooling myself. Maybe I am just unwilling to acknowledge that I have already been thinking my marriage is coming to an end. Colin and I have different interests, and he never shows me as much attention as Will does. We seem to just be staying together out of inertia rather than any desire for each other's company. I tell myself I am loyal, but that makes no difference as I am falling headlong for Will. I tell myself it's wring but I don't want to stop.

The girls in the shop all encourage me too. I have spoken with them about my frustrations with Colin and I guess they think it would do me a world of good to spend time with someone who makes me feel good about myself. Oh hell, I am not fooling anyone here am I. I crave his attention that is the honest truth. He is a man who knows his own mind. He is strong and he makes me feel weak, which I love about him. Colin used to make me feel that way but it turned into something else, his need to be in control. I wanted him to dominate me and make decisions on my behalf and be the man I needed. But what had started as his obsession with me had faded into his confining me. It was no longer about me, but about him. 

Will is such a strong man too, and he knows his own mind. I feel giddy in his presence as though my brain becomes jelly with him around me. Today the sun is shining and he asks me to join him for a walk in the park. I can feel the sun's warmth upon my back while the lightness in my heart erupts into girlish giggles at whatever he says. I could not be happier knowing how Will goes out of his way to spend time with me. 

"Tell me about your husband."

Oh God! He must have spotted my wedding ring. What should I say? I can't understand, why does he bring it up? I feel so embarrassed and guilty, yet I don't want to put him off. I feel bad about what I tell him, but I want him to want me. I tell him about the worst aspects of our marriage, all the things I am most fed up about in Colin. I feel vulnerable about being here with him, and I feel awful inside for telling this man bad things about my husband and that's when I realise how much I need him already. Deep down I tell myself I am not about to leave Colin, I just want Will to stay around.

"He controls everything. I have no money of my own. I have to get his approval even to buy my own clothes."

I am blushing, feeling so disloyal, but I tell myself that these things are true I am not making them up. How easily I allow myself to be fooled, how I do not notice all the good things about Colin that I do not mention. Will snorts. I can see his shoulders rise and fall as he chuckles. I expect him to say something against Colin, but he says,

"You like guys to take charge of you, don't you?" I am shocked at how easily he sees right through me. Am I that transparent? An electric thrill trills inside me. Is it possible this wonderful man that I cannot get enough of will also tap into my fantasy? Could he really be so perfect for me? Maybe I have been sending him subconscious signals and he is letting me know they are being received. I tell myself not to be so silly and he is not like that. Yet I cannot help but wonder whether I have found the strong dominant man I have lusted after. I wonder whether he might push me, keep me on my toes, make me work for his love. I am unnerved by my thoughts and aroused. A monster of passion that has slept inside me has been moved by his words. Anxiously I worry whether I would like that too much.

What is a life without passion? Colin may be there whenever I need him, he is dependable, but he will not make me feel as I feel right now. I should not think these thoughts, I should not feel this way. Yet in so few words Will has upset my thinking. We walk and talk in the sunshine through the park, and I hide as best I can the fire that has been ignited inside me. Will stops walking. I look around me, taking in for the first time where we are. We are in a secluded part of the park with mature bushes shielding a small private lawn. He turns to me.

"Would you like to earn some money that you can spend how you like?"

I laugh, as I laugh at anything he says. "Oh yeh!" I am sure he is just teasing me again.

"I'll give you £100 if you give me a blowjob right here, right now." I laugh again.

"Is that so? Well let's see your money then." There what will he say to that? Suddenly I stop laughing as he takes out of his wallet 5 crisp new £20 notes. 

"I mean it. This is all yours if you give me a blowjob right here, where no one can see us."

I really don't know how to respond to that. It is still just a joke, isn't it? Yes surely it has to be.

"You say that to all the girls?" I respond coyly.

"I'm serious. Here take the money. Feel it in your hand. It is yours, just a quick blowjob. You can spend it how you like. What do you say?" He pushes the notes into my hand. This is becoming a bit too real and I feel uncomfortable. 

"Are you serious?" I ask, turning all serious myself now.

"Yes. Serious."

This isn't right. I am upset.

"I am not a prostitute."

"I know you are not a prostitute Judy. I just love your company and you have a hot body. I can see you like me, don't you?"

I am irritated now. Why'd he have to ruin the mood with that prank? Did he really imagine I'd just give him a blowjob because he gave me some money to spend? I suddenly thought he knows I'm married and yet still he asks. I am fuming.

"I really do fancy you. You excite me. Just think of it as a little thank you. I want you to have it, and if the money can help you get some of the things you want but can't have, then its better you should have it."

He closes my fingers around the notes. I can feel him pushing me, and I like it - not that I would have let him know. I turn to him and say,

"I think I should be getting back to the shop now."

I can see he is disappointed in me. "I thought you liked me."

"I do," I say quickly afraid to disappoint him.

"Then think about it. I think you are very hot and I want you to have the money."

Think about it! I can't think about anything else. Was I right to disappoint him like that? Would I lose him? I knew my reaction had been the right one, that I should be angry but undeniably the idea of giving in and giving him what he wants is a turn on. It is a forbidden fruit. I have never done public sex before. In fact I have always been a good girl, dependable and doing the right thing. I start to feel resentful that as a result I have managed to deny myself some of the real pleasures in life.

I didn't mean to, but I start to think about doing it, doing something Colin would so strongly disapprove of, something that so excites me, so overtly sexual. It would be terribly wrong of me, and yet I cannot get it out of my mind. The way he just came out with it; that he told me I attracted him and then I thought of the money: the freedom of having some money of my own to spend as I like. I recall the cool, crispness of the notes in my hand: virgin notes. I am confused, an inner struggle between what is right and wanting him to push me beyond what I would otherwise dare not do. I liked the idea of him making me do something so outrageous. I know I am not a prostitute, and I fancy this man so it was not like he was some stranger. Stupid thing is he didn't need to pay me to give him a blowjob as I would have done it for him anyway. Yet agreeing to give him a blowjob in a public place for money was turning me on. It was like a dare. One that you instinctively know you should not rise to, but you secretly want the desire to overwhelm you. 

The next day he walks into the shop and I feel relieved. I really had got myself into a stew thinking I had rejected him and would never see him again. I knew in that moment I would do it, and I knew he wanted me to do it. When he comes over I say,

"I'd like to go back to the park." He smiles at me.

"I am so glad you have changed your mind."

We wander back through the park. I feel nervous about what I am going to do, and excited. Relieved he is still here with me and appalled that as a married woman I would do this. I still wasn't sure I could go through with it. He takes out the money again and hands it to me.

"No one is going to see us and then this money will be all yours for you to spend."

There is always a tipping point. Not where the resistance collapses, it still fights on. It is the point where the balance of the argument shifts. This is the point where I know I am going to cave in. I still feel uncertain and I am still struggling with the idea, and in the midst of it all he leans over and kisses me. It is not the money, but how outrageous it all is. It would only take a moment and afterwards I would have the memory of it for ever. It is only when I wonder whether I am brave enough that my reservations are overcome.

"OK" I speak with such a small voice. I stuff the money into my purse. I still feel conflicted about the money. It is obviously an important aspect for me, although I am not sure exactly what to make of it. I imagine myself going around the shops and spending it whilst being reminded of how I had got it. I grab his hand and lead him over to a shady spot among the leaves of one of the large bushes. I stand there looking up at him suddenly feeling very nervous and unsure what to do next. I notice my hand shaking a little. Will quickly takes control of the situation, which I am relieved and excited for. I sense the revolt swell within me and I would have backed out even then if he had given me the chance.

"Judy, come here." I step forward and he strokes my cheek. "So pretty", he says and I can feel myself blushing. He holds my face while he kisses me deeply in the mouth. As we are kissing he takes hold of my right hand and presses it into his crotch. I can feel his hardness through his trousers and my eyes go wide. He is so aroused by me and I can feel my pussy responding.

We continue to kiss, the strength of his touch crackles within me and I feel his hand so large, so powerful, pushing mine up and down, rubbing the length of his stiff cock. I can feel the urgency of his tongue as he explores my mouth. I am getting worked up now thinking of this huge length inside me. I wonder whether anybody is walking by, whether we are being seen. I tilt my head up, opening myself more to the penetration of his tongue. I am rubbing feverishly, pressing the palm of my hand into the underside of his cock and the unyielding flesh excites me.

"Take it out," he whispers. I keep my eyes firmly fixed upon his as I pull and tug at the zip. It catches, it is not easy and I have to use both hands, but I dare not take my eyes from his face. I struggle to get his cock out of his trousers because he is so erect, but finally it is free and springs out waving in the fresh air between us. I am thrilled at the sight of it, so big, so swollen and red ready to burst. It looks glorious, with a beautiful shaped purple tip that I instinctively want to feel on my lips. He lifts my chin and slides one of his finger into my mouth and I suck upon it before moving down to his glorious cock. I sink to my knees and start kissing the head tentatively and soon I am enthusiastically sucking and licking.

"How far down can you go?"

I pull away and reply, "Not very far. It makes me gag."

"Try."

I go back to work on his cock, taking as much as I can. He shows me how to wrap my hand around the shaft and move up and down in time with my mouth. His hands are on my head as I bob up and down his shaft. I am getting beautifully aroused. Then suddenly his hands grip me and I feel him tense. He erupts into my mouth. 

"Swallow it all, otherwise you will stain your clothes."

I have never swallowed before, but with him holding my head I have no choice. After the initial horror, I find the taste of his cum is really quite nice. I suck hard to squeeze the last drops of his seed out before putting his cock back into his trousers. I look up at him and he is smiling at me. He holds out his hand and lifts me and we stand opposite each other as he stares intently into my face. My heart flutters at what I have just done. He lifts my finger and guides me to clean some cum that is trapped in the corners of my mouth. Once it is all scooped up he pushes my finger into my mouth so I can clean it.

He continues to smile at me as he runs his fingers through my hair gently. I feel an odd mixture of revulsion and achievement. I have done it. Will leans in and kisses me again. 

"Have you ever done sex for money before?"

"No!" This time I am not as vehement as before. He smiles. I know now, the money is part of the game.

"Thank you. That was a great blowjob. You are really good."

He smiles once more and then turns and walks away. I stand there in shock, trying to take it in. How quickly he disappears. Was he disappointed in me? Did he consider the blowjob had not been worth the money he had paid? Was that why? With a heavy heart I return home. 

The taste of his cum remains with me for the rest of the day. From time to time suddenly and unexpectedly I can taste his glorious aftertaste upon my tongue. It disconcerts me as I sit opposite Colin that evening with the taste of Will lingering in my mouth. I think about the cum in my belly that I had swallowed. I had never done anything like that before, and I think about the money in my purse and the wickedness of it all leaves me smiling.

The next day I am all on edge through the entire day. Would he turn up? Was he disappointed in me? The hours drag by so slowly and as the hope of seeing Will fades I am left utterly miserable. The girls of course are full of questions and I can't bring myself to tell them about what I did in the park. So I tell them everything else and I can see they are excited for me. They tell me of course he will show up and yet as the day passes their tune changes to he probably is just very busy. The next day he still doesn't show up and I am feeling miserable. Even the girls seem to have started doubting. I can see it in their eyes despite the words they are telling me. They are beginning to wonder whether there was something more I forgot to tell them. 

That evening Colin notices I am not myself. "Is everything ok? You seem out of sorts."

"Oh I am just tired that's all. I think I'll go take a shower." I can't stay around him. I am so afraid he will suspect something and then I tell myself, there is nothing any more for him to suspect. Will has gone. I blew it. The water cascades over my head and over the contours of my body. I feel trapped, in the wrong place with the wrong man. I felt so sure he wanted me, how could I lose him just like that?

The third day Will breezes into the shop and I am immediately relieved, excited and on edge. I have to make sure to get it right today, this is my second chance. 

"Sorry, been busy the last couple of days. Can you get some time off today?"

Everyone in the shop is relieved and they whisper good luck as I walk out with Will into a clear, bright day with big fluffy white clouds chasing each other slowly overhead. I talk and talk. I know I am doing it, but I am nervous and want to make sure he is entertained.

"I have missed you," he says.

"I was worried you were disappointed with me." I hang my head, afraid of what he might say next. He stops and turns towards me and puts his arm around my waist.

"Not in the least. In fact I was hoping we might make another arrangement today. I brought the money."

What he says fills me with such huge relief that I burst out laughing, all the doubts instantly evaporating.

"That won't be necessary this time." I am back to my fun-loving, carefree, laughing self.

"But I insist. I want you to have the money." I love how he is being very caring towards me. I just smile and lead him back into the park to our little secluded spot. He kisses me like before and I need no prompting as I reach out to feel his hardness. This time before I can unzip him he pulls back and looks directly into my face.

"Take off your blouse," he whispers. 

"Here?"

My eyes go wide. I couldn't believe he meant it. What here in public?

"It will be ok."

Even less believable is that I am going to do it, but I force myself to focus upon making sure he is not disappointed in me. My heart pounds in my chest, and yet just having him next to me, his confidence that everything will be ok somehow melts my resistance. He is taking charge and I don't have to decide what to do, I can just trust him. My hands are sweaty and I struggle with the buttons on my blouse. I feel the heat in my face as I blush furiously. My heart thuds as I imagine being caught at any moment. It seems to take so long but eventually I pull it away from my chest and down my arms. It falls on the grass behind me.

"Now the bra" he says. I am fumbling with the catch, my hands don't seem to respond properly any more, yet despite the effort I manage to undo it and slide it off. My breasts immediately react to the cool air and my nipples harden. They are very sensitive and I don't know if I can take him touching them. I can't seem to keep them still, my breathing is so rapid that it makes them quiver and he is staring at them. He takes ages studying them as I stand there half undressed before him. I love his eyes upon my nakedness, like some slave girl presented at market. He reaches out and cups them in his large, warm hands, lifting them gently before burying his face between them. I relax into his caress, reassured by how gentle he is with me.


Grooming a Whore Ch. 01



As I look down upon his head, his face buried in my chest, he disarms me. He guides me down onto my knees and tells me to take him out. His hands slide from my shoulders to my breasts and he squeezes them. He is not as gentle now as I am on my knees before him trying to free his cock. Yet his rough mauling of my breasts feels lovely. Soon his cock springs free and points directly at my face, just inches from me. I lean forward and hungrily gulp it into my mouth. 

"Try taking it deeper today. I'll give you extra if you manage it."

I suck him in deeper and feel the large bulbous head of his cock at the back of my mouth. It is too huge for my mouth but I try and take as much of him as I can. He starts to rock his hips and his cock head rams against the back of my mouth. I am afraid he is about to cut off my air pipe. I instinctively pull back and cough, my eyes watering.

"Sorry." I choke upon the word as dribble comes out of my open mouth.

"Try it once more."

His trousers have slipped down a little way and I can feel the hairs on his legs teasing my cheeks as he enters my mouth once again. 

"Just hold it at the back of your mouth. See how long you can keep it there while you suck upon it."

I slurp and suck. It seems so immense inside my mouth and all I can think of is trying to please him and not choke. Yet my mind is obsessed with how large he seems and my mouth is too small. I love the soft, silky smooth texture of it on my tongue, and the hardness with the beat of his heart pumping the blood through the veins makes me anxious not to hurt him. I try to think of something else, anything else. Yet I become more and more fixated on how his cock is restricting my breathing. My lungs are burning as they never seem to quite get enough air and I instinctively start choking again and pull away. 

"You are doing so well. Now lick it and suck it and make me cum."

I relax and feel so relieved that I don't have to take his cock so deeply any more. I work and work on his cock head, licking and sucking and scratching under the shaft with my nails until suddenly he is spurting his cum down my throat again. I swallow his cum hungrily down. Already I love the taste and the knowledge I made him cum. I suddenly realise I was hungry for his taste in my mouth again, to relive those potent memories from three days before. I pull away just a little too early and a drain of his cum suddenly plops out of the end of his cock. I watch it make a long trail hanging down from its tip and then the pressure on the back of my head pushes me forward and I stick out my tongue to catch it. 

I feel so turned on kneeling here on the grass, surrounded by nature, like some animal worshipping at the altar of this man's cock. My breasts present themselves rising up from my chest, my nipples hard in the coolness of the afternoon breeze, my tongue licking the last vestiges of his cum around my lips. He reaches out and kneads my breasts again and makes my body sway with the strength of his fingers. I kneel before him and breathe in his aroma, his scent.

"You were magnificent, Judy. I am so pleased with you." He drops six brand new £20 notes onto the grass beside my discarded bra.

"This is for you." I am about to say something, but he turns and leaves. This time I am less shocked, it is his way. I just kneel there, swallowing saliva that has welled up inside my mouth and the taste, his salty taste makes me feel calm. I am horny, so horny from all that we have just done. I slip my hand under my skirt to where I can feel the throb between my legs needing attention. I don't get up, I don't get dressed, I want to feel horny and slutty, masturbating in a public place with my tits hanging out. I think back on Will making me take my clothes off, baring my breast for him and then me taking his cock out and swallowing it in the open park where anyone might walk past, maybe even someone I knew. These thoughts appalled me but also made me rub myself harder, stoking a fire already lit within me.

Suddenly I hear the sound of people walking nearby in the park and my courage deserts me. I realise how exposed I am. Hurriedly I grab my blouse and slip it on. My bra would have to wait. I just had to hope my nakedness wouldn't show through. I gathered up the bank notes and stuffed them into my purse. I didn't really know how to react to the money. It felt wrong, but then feeling wrong was fuelling my arousal. Suddenly the idea of going shopping and buying some really sexy clothes for Will comes to me and resolved my worries. That would be the best way to spend the money. It would make me feel sexy, and perhaps next time he would stay and fuck me.

At the shops I look around for some really sexy clothes. I pick out two short skirts from the club wear section and a tight fitting top with a push up bra. I am sure he won't be able to resist when he sees me wearing them. Returning home I try them on in front of the mirror. I still feel so aroused and I imagine Will fucking me while I am wearing them. I still hear the voice in my head telling me this is all wrong, I am a married woman, but I am desperate to feel him inside me.

Once again the days drift by while I wait for him. I have brought my change of clothes to the shop so I can change for him when he shows up. I miss him so much; it is like he leaves me starving for more. I wonder whether he misses me like I miss him. I still struggle with the idea of sex for money. I love having the freedom to shop for clothes that Colin would never approve of. I figure that by using the money to buy things he will like makes it ok. It's as though the money is a part of our relationship, that we share it. Still I can't shake the feeling it is wrong to go on having sex and him paying me for it. I have decided that when he next comes in I will refuse to take the money, but tease him to the point where he cannot stop himself fucking my pussy. Wow, I am getting used to using such coarse language. It reflects the dirty forbidden nature of what we get up to, and I know this is what is turning me on so much about this clandestine, forbidden relationship. 

The days pass by and I have spent all the money Will has given me on sexy outfits to display myself for him. I wonder whether he keeps an eye on me even when he doesn't show up. I hope so, I feel my pussy responding just thinking that. Urged on by the idea, I start dressing more sexily when I go to the shop (after Colin has left for work of course) as I cannot resist the fantasy that he is hidden somewhere watching me and being aroused by me. Once he sees me dressed so hot for him he will surely find a way to come and spend more time with me. I go to the shop in tighter fitting jeans and bras that enhance my cleavage as best I can. On sunny days I wear tight fitting shorts. That gets a lot of attention from guys and each time I turn and look in case I catch Will watching. The girls make fun of me, they can see how desperate I am for this man.

I am down in the store room at the back, sorting out some new stock. I can hear voices of the girls and I catch Will's name. My stomach turns a somersault and I rush up front. There he is smiling at me. I feel overjoyed to see him and I notice him checking out my body in the new look me!

"I got us a room nearby." He is smiling, so happy to see me. "I have a friend with a flat close by. He won't be around today so we can use his place."

I radiate happiness back at him. "Just give me a moment."

I rush out the back to get myself ready and check out how I look. I tug upon the waistband of my tight jeans until they are moulded over my crotch. My top is also close fitting and my lace bra can be seen in relief through the material. I am just so excited, today is going to be the day! 

Out front he takes my arm and leads me down the street. He takes me just a short distance to the flat and lets us in. We kiss as soon as we are inside standing in the middle of the room, then he takes out his wallet and lays £100 on the table. I want him, desperately, but this was the moment I had rehearsed so often. I started to speak, to tell him he didn't need to pay me anymore and that I spent the money on clothes to look nice for him.

"You don't need to pay for sex with me..." But before I can really say anything more he places his finger across my lips, picks up the money and puts it into my hand. With a resigned sigh I can see he is determined. I just can't stand up to this guy. He leads me and I follow, and I do love that about him, even if I didn't always like where he led me to. He takes me through to the bedroom, leading me by the hand, and as soon as we are through the door he holds me in his arms and kisses me deeply. He gets me so worked up. Then he moves across and sits in an armchair next to the bed and I sink down upon my knees in front of him.

"No Judy, this time I want to fuck you." At last! I am delighted. Obviously the sexy clothes have had the desired effect.

"Get undressed."

I can feel his eyes watching me intently as I struggle. I had been practicing to undress sexily for him, standing in front of the mirror and practicing making it a show that would entice him. Now here in front of him I am too nervous. My sweaty, eager fingers struggle to undo the top fastening of my jeans, and when I eventually get them undone I have further difficulty to pull them down my legs. I try to pull them over my feet, but end up tripping over them with the denim bunched around my ankles. I stand up and let him see me wearing the sexy underwear I had bought with his money. I have on a pink frilly bra with matching thong.

"Take it all off." He flicks his finger dismissively.

I ease my thong down my legs, swaying my hips in front of him as I pull them down over my legs. Eventually I am standing naked before this man while he sits and appraises my body with equanimity. I feel myself blushing furiously waiting for what he wants from me next.

"Turn around." He twirls his finger around to show me what he wants, and I slowly gyrate in front of him. I can feel his eyes on my tits and my ass. Once again my thoughts turn to a slave market. Finally I am facing away from him, my face burning, wondering what he makes of my body. Then after what seems like an age, he tells me:

"Spread your legs for me." Then he adds as an afterthought, "spread your pussy lips for me too."

The more he pushes, the more I comply. I am not sure why I am doing it, but I know it excites me the way he orders me to display myself like a piece of merchandise before him. I plant my feet well apart and bend forward, thrusting out my ass to him. I try to picture the view he is getting as my fingers slip around my cheeks and between my legs. I spread my legs some more as my fingertips dig into my fleshy lips and I pry them apart for him. I feel cheap and horrid, but I stand there holding myself open and displaying my pussy to him. Shouldn't I react, shouldn't I be angry, yet all I can think about is making him want to push himself inside me. I know we are teetering on the brink of something new in our relationship. I am not sure I know what it is, but I know I want it.

"You like this don't you. I can see how wet you have made yourself as you obediently display yourself to me."

I am soaking wet, I know it, and yet hearing him say it makes it vulgar, makes me vulgar. I am so hot. I have never done anything like this before and I am on edge, alive. Will he just watch and leave, or will he sink his big manly cock into me. I am thinking about how long it looked, how big it felt in my mouth and I am standing there willing him to push it in me.

I don't say anything, the truth of his words need no verification. I just wait. Being ordered to display myself in front of him makes me feel inferior, unworthy. Yet hearing him tell me, embarrasses me. I feel stupid. Why am I here doing this? I should go back home to Colin. I feel my desire wilt. Still I do not move, holding my pussy lips open for his inspection. I am a useless little over-sexed girl.

I can feel him moving up behind me. His fingers wrap around my slender arms. I fear they may break he is so strong. He pulls my hands away and straightens my back. I press myself, leaning into him, feeling the heat of his body against mine. I wish he would fuck me so that my mind could stop thinking about what I am doing. His hands fold around me and he smothers my breasts in the palms of his hands. I close my eyes and lean my head back. I want to lose myself in the sensations. My naked ass cheeks itch from the drag of the material of his jeans as I press myself on his hard firm cock.

He leans in and kisses my neck. I melt back into him and start to rub my ass up and down his length as I moan. He feels so good.

"You have great tits. I love to mash them in my hands."

I lean myself forward mashing my tits into his hands and my ass buries itself into his crotch. He leans his body over mine until I am bent nearly double, his weight upon my back as he grinds his cock into my ass. He gyrates his hips and his cock opens my ass cheeks and I feel the harsh hard seam of his jeans against my rosebud, pressed tight by his hardness behind. He continues to grind into me as I fantasise about his cock springing free and sinking itself into me. 

"You are my little whore," he whispers into my ear. I am shocked out of my excitement. I suddenly feel his weight upon me and it's like I am choking, suffocating under him. I pull away and turn to confront him.

"I am not a whore!" He laughs as he looks at me.

"If you say so. But you spread your pussy like a whore." I hesitate, not sure whether this is just part of the game. I feel off balance. He reaches out and scoops me into his arms. He is kissing me and I feel foolish, like I broke the mood. His hands are on my breasts again but I find it hard to respond now.

"Lie on the bed and masturbate for me. I want to watch."

I actually feel some relief, because he is pushing me again, because I have been masturbating a lot thinking of Will fucking me, but I have never masturbated in front of someone before. I would certainly never ever masturbate in front of Colin. It feels dirty. I climb onto the bed and lay there staring up at him. He sits on the bed next to me and smiling coaxes me. He takes my hand in his and leads it down trailing over my belly. I can feel his touch on my stomach. I like it. His fingers enclose mine as he pushes our fingers to my clit. Still watching my face he makes my finger start rubbing my clit and with the smell of him in my nostrils, the closeness of his physical body to mine and the familiar pull on my strings helps me forget my stupidity. I reach up and sling my arm around his neck and kiss him while he makes sure I continue to rub myself. His hand presses firmly down on the bed right between my thighs. I start to gyrate my hips feeling the touch of his firm wrist first on one thigh and then the other, just so close to my opening. I close my eyes to imagine he is rubbing my clit. I try to press my slit against his hand, but as I move he raises himself off the bed.

"Keep going. I want you to show me how you make yourself cum."

I feel my shame burning in my face as he kneels at the end of the bed, and I continue to masturbate to show him how disgusting I am. Yet despite the shame I feel very horny, and I can feel the trickle of my juices from my slit and he is there so near, watching, seeing how I make myself cum. I dip my fingers into my slit and with two fingers hammer in and out of my hot wet cunt. He watches intently, I can feel his eyes burn into my crotch as he misses nothing. I need to escape these feelings, and the only way out is to push myself higher up the slope. I can hear the slop, slop of my fingers coated in my wetness and I coat my now extended clit with my juices. I am so close now when suddenly I feel something land on my chest. It is a banknote.

"This is a £50 note if you can make yourself cum for me."

This pushes me over the edge and I squeal and scream as I ram my fingers in as hard as they can go and raise my hips lifting my hot wet cunt right in front of his face. My face is still screwed tight shut as he says,

"Your my whore Judy, and you love being a whore."

His words hit me like a second wave. I know I don't like the word, yet it is true, my body loves playing this game for him. How else would you describe someone who does all manner of dirty things because he pays me for it? The fact that I don't do it for the money doesn't make me not a whore either: it only proves him further right, that I enjoy playing the whore for him. This time I don't respond but the word hammers in my brain as my fingers hammer into my whore cunt to earn my extra £50.

I feel him now between my legs, my eyes are still shut as I grapple with being his dirty whore. The thought excites me, it ratchets up my arousal. I do love it. I had never thought that behaving this way would excite me so, and the uncertainty of what will happen next keeps me on edge. His tongue now drags itself along my slit. The sensations are too overwhelming. I take a sharp intake of breath and arch my back. It is too much, I can't take it and yet he licks at my juices again. His tongue lingers at my hard clit at the end of his lapping sweep and pulses of excitement run like waves from it. These are such new feelings for me, I never knew I could get this turned on. Yet he continues to push his nose and lips into mine and I can't keep still. I am moaning and my hands roam over and through his hair as I flex my legs wider and push my wet pussy into his face.

He teases my clit as he works at my opening and I can feel his tongue pressing through and prising my lips apart. I am mewing with pleasure as he inexorably pushes me to greater pleasure. My need for him grows and I start rocking my hips, rubbing myself against him. He pulls back,

"Squeeze your tits for me."

My hands go straight to my tits and with eyes tight shut, images of his hands burrowing into their soft flesh, I knead and squeeze them. I pull on my teats and feel that pleasurable pain as his tongue caresses my opening once more. I rock my hips aggressively and can't stop myself,

"Fuck me. FUCK ME!! Make me cummmmm." I am squeezing so tight now that my tits hurt but I cannot control myself.

"Does my whore need to cum?"

"Yes, yessssssssss. Make me cum." My back is arched and I can feel him nibbling at my clit, his teeth dragging across its tip.

"Then say it. Tell me what my whore wants. Use the word." Push, push, push... but I cannot fight it.

"Please. Pleeeaze... Your whore wants to cum!!"

"Good girl." His tongue is now working hard on my slit, and his lips suck in my clit. I can feel his tongue licking across the tip. It is rough and sends jangling delight down my back. The pressure of his lips when he sucks in hard extends it until I feel my clit will be ripped from me. All the while my fingers feverishly work on my tits. I am ascending towards the summit and all I can think about is how I want this. He rolls his tongue into a tube and pushes it into my hot pussy like a soft cock and his teeth press down into my sensitive, exposed clit. I jolt and scream and buck, but he keeps his face there fucking me, fucking his whore who is pleading for him to do it.

He pulls away as I continue to buck and scream until my screams turn into shouts and then into sobs as I slowly descend the spiral stair of arousal. It is all I can do to gasp out,

"Thank you... thank you...I love you so much." 

He left me lying on the bed calming myself down. Whatever I felt about being a married woman, I have been exposed to a torrent of emotions far beyond anything I have experienced before. I have no regrets about fucking Will for he is showing me something new, something powerful and I want more of it. I can hear him in the bathroom as I lie there feeling the thud of my heart and the rattle of every nerve in my body. I wonder whether I will ever again feel the same as the old Judy. Will walks in and smiles at me.




Grooming a Whore Ch. 01



"You were terrific." He bends down and picks up the £50 note off from the bed next to my chest where it has fallen. He puts it on the bedside table and then takes out £100 from his wallet and puts it with the other notes in a neat bundle in plain sight. I lie staring at the money, confused.



Grooming a Whore Ch. 02



Am I a whore for letting him pay me? I think it is just something that excites him. I love this man for the way he makes me feel and I know I am not selling myself to him. It is just a game, a fantasy we play out; and it does excite me too - playing his whore. The word had made me feel nasty, but I know it is ok. I am experimenting with my own sexuality and allowing myself, no allowing him, to push my boundaries.

I stare up at Will as he throws his wallet down on his trousers having just paid his whore. He has a muscular body and it excites me seeing how aroused he is over my body. I am still dripping hot and I just don't know whether I can take any more.

"Now I am going to fuck you." Was it possible to cum so much in such a short time?

"Kneel on the floor at the end of the bed and lean over the bed. Show me your rump."

I feel so excited that he is finally going to sink his cock inside me. I dutifully go to the end of the bed and kneel down. I lean over the bed and raise my ass for him. I hope he will find the sight irresistible. I can feel his fingers probing me and he laughs.

"My whore is very wet for my cock. I can see how this role suits her." I feel my cheeks burn with shame, but I keep my ass thrust out for him. His cock is sliding into me effortlessly. I know I am soaking down there. I gasp as I feel his cock bang into my cervix. He is not gentle. He thrusts into me with long, deep uncompromising strokes. The air is forced out of my lungs at each pounding and I gasp for air with each withdrawal. His hand reaches over and grasps a handful of my hair and he yanks my head back. I groan with the pain, but even as I do he bangs into me even harder. The pain transforms into pleasure and yet there is no time to register any of it as he rides me. I am pulled and thrust away like a rag doll. I never want it to end. I want it to be rough. He drills me with long deep thrusts and my head jerks in pain as he takes his pleasure of me. Then suddenly I feel this knot tighten in my belly again. I did not think I could feel this pleasure again so soon, but my body responds in measure to his rough handling of me. I want him inside me harder, faster. I want him to be rough, to drive the breath out of me, that I may disintegrate under his onslaught. Something in me has shifted and he must have sensed it too.

"Tell me that you love it when I treat you as a whore." I was getting so close now, I didn't care what I was saying as long as he kept fucking me hard like this.

"Yesss I do. I love it when you are rough with me and take your pleasure from me. I love that the money gives you the right to use me in any way you please."

"Then tell me now you want to be my whore that I may continue to treat you this way." I resist as best as I can. I know it is just a game, but I can't bring myself to tell him I want to be a whore. Why can't we continue with him treating me like one without all the confessions? 

"Tell me. Tell me now. For if this isn't the way you like to be treated then I will stop." Oh God, oh god I am so close. I just need him to keep banging me. Suddenly his thrusts stop. His hands are on my hips and I can feel his weight shift as he leans to my left and tries to see my face.

"Well? What is it to be?" I am desperate. If he doesn't keep going right now I will miss the chance to cum again, and my need is consuming me.

"Yes, yes. I want it." I am panting.

"What is it you want?"

"...to be your whore." As my words tumble from my foul mouth he thrusts deeply into me and my own words push me over the edge once more. I buck and scream and feel his hot cum surge up inside me and wash over my deepest recesses. How intense my orgasm is, I cannot believe he can maintain this level of arousal in me, beyond all my past experiences; and the more he ingratiates me, the deeper I feel them. I collapse down onto the bed trying to catch my breath. I feel his cock still deep inside me slowly soften. It is such a wonderful feeling him subsiding within me. I have laid this hulk of a man low as he feeds my hot pussy.

Will plops out and I can feel the trickle of his seed down the backs of my legs and pooling now on the bedding between them. He rolls to my side and his hand turns my head towards him. We are kissing, urgently, passionately. 

"You are so hot." He brushes the hair matted on my forehead and strokes my cheek. I stare into his eyes. I feel so devoted to this man. 

"Come clean me up." I crawl down the bed and look at his limp cock. It is smothered in our combined juices. Not so long ago I would have never dreamed of doing what I am about to do, but I feel it the least I can do. I lean down and suck his cock into my mouth. It is strange and disconcerting tasting myself on his cock mingling with his cum. It is not like when he cums in my mouth, it is more lumpy, congealed. I wrinkle my nose. I don't like the texture of it on my tongue and I want to finish quickly. 

Once I finish he lifts me from the bed and takes me into the bathroom. We stand under the shower together and I am too exhausted to do anything so he lathers me. He washes my body of all the sweat and cum and he slides his hand through the narrow space between my legs. I am sore but I respond immediately. He is laughing and pulls his hand away and we finish off. As we close the door of the apartment he says,

"You have been such a good girl. Next time I will bring you a present." He kisses me again and slides his arm around my waist. Such a strong grip makes me feel like a fragile china doll.

"Next time forget the panties." He turns and walks away. I am thrilled not that he will bring me something, but that he said next time. I push the wad of notes into my purse. Well, being his whore does have it benefits. I smile to myself and plan my next shopping trip.

Days pass and I feel bereft. I get so irritable with Colin. If he loved me he would make me feel the way Will does. How I have wasted my time with him and it makes me angry. How quickly the guilt evaporates. I would never be having an affair if he took more interest in me. I go out and choose some really tight thin clothes and in the day I dress up and look at myself in the mirror. I imagine Will's eyes upon me. I know he loves the thought of me being his whore, and I dress up in the fantasy. The days pass so slowly, when will I see him again? I know he is keeping me dangling on his hook, but I get so insecure. Will he come back for me? When he's with me I feel a million dollars, and while I wait for him I feel worthless. I know it is wrong, I know I need to go out with the girls and not moon about waiting for him, but without him I feel I am nothing.

Then when I have given up hope, feeling lost, abandoned he drives up and walks in. It is a busy day with the shop full of customers yet I pick up my short denim jacket and walk out in my high heels. The manager calls out,

"Hey where are you off to?" I turn and smile but keep going. I don't like leaving the others in the lurch, but I have been waiting so long. I am certainly not going to run the risk of him leaving again. 

"Judy!" I stop at the urgency of Lauren's voice. She comes up to me and lowers her voice so the customers won't hear. "I can't have you waltzing out the shop whenever your boyfriend turns up. We are so busy right now, it's not fair on the others." I turn and look at Will hoping he will make things easy and come back later so I can stay.

"I'll be waiting outside," is all he says and steps out the shop. I look at the door as it closes behind him. I know this means he will not wait. I have to make a choice. I turn back to Lauren and chew at my lower lip. "I'm really sorry, but I gotta go." I watch her face harden as she sees I am determined. "Well if that's the case, then I better find someone more reliable." I don't want to lose this job, even if it is voluntary, but a good part of my mind is exercised about whether Will is actually waiting outside or if I don't appear real soon he will just leave and then I won't know when I will see him next. I am desperate to get outside before he disappears.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise." My eyes darting towards the door, trying to see him, distracted, backing out. Lauren looks angrily at me. "Don't bother coming back, I will find someone else. Meantime we will just have to get by without you. I can see your interest is somewhere else," she says nodding at the door behind me, "He better be worth it." She turned and walked away. I could feel the tide of disappointment in me she exuded like a punch. I know I should feel bad for letting them down, I should regret losing my post at the shop, but actually I can only feel relief that I am free to run after Will. I only hope he will still be out there.

The old me would never do this, but Will has made me into such a nasty girl. I feel bad as I walk towards him standing by his car. I don't say anything - what can I say, it is my choice, but he could have been more accommodating. I reach out for the car's door handle but he grips my arm and swings me around and leads me over to the dark alley by the shop. I get wet instantly thinking he is about to fuck me in public. I am afraid we may be seen, worse still by someone who will recognise me, yet the more humiliating, the more I crave it. My anger evaporates and however guilty I felt a moment ago evaporates in his presence. I just turn into his slut around him.

"Lift your skirt." I stare him in the eye as I slowly lift the hem of my skirt. Gyrating my hips in short circles as I reveal more of my thighs to him, I anticipate his touch upon my sensitised skin. Soon the thin semi-transparent pink fabric of my panty covered crotch comes into view. I feel sure he will find it irresistible. 

"Take them off and give them to me." I pull my skirt up to my waist so I can hold it bunched up there with my arms as my fingers slip through the thin elastic. I tug and pull to get the panties over my hips. I am shocked to realise that part of me hopes someone I know will see me as I pull the pink lace-trimmed panties down my legs at the orders of this man. I know that if that happened it would change everything forever, but I really get excited from the fear and hope that it would happen. I bend over to pull my panties free of my heels. I am conscious of how close his crotch is to my face. I hope he will make me blow him again. I drop the crumpled pink fabric into his outstretched hand and he pushes them into his pocket.

"Come on." He walks over to the car with me trotting behind him. I feel so naked in my provocative clothes, naked underneath having just yielded my panties so publicly to him. Once more he is pushing me off balance and I am clip clopping along behind him trying to keep up as he thrusts me helter-skelter forward into a new life. We drive off together and I am racing off to goodness knows where, but I will follow him wherever he takes me.

"I just lost my job." I look down feeling pathetic.

"It doesn't matter. They weren't paying you anyway, so it's their loss."

He was right, of course. I sit in the car and resent the way Lauren spoke to me. I should have told her that I do the work for her for free. I feel grateful to Will for helping me get a perspective.

"Spread your legs a little and pull your skirt up. I want to see my whore's cunt as we drive." 

Ooooooh! Here he goes again! I push my thighs out to the left and to the right. The seat cover is sticky and my legs cling to it. I gather up my skirt around my waist so I can show him his whore's cunt. I can feel my stomach tingling with excitement as the words pass giddily gyrate in my head and I lewdly spread myself open for his inspection.

"How are you liking being my whore?"

"It makes me feel naughty... nasty... I don't know..."

"But you want it this way don't you? You like it and you like the money."

I gaze at the floor, not knowing what to say. Truth is that I do love it and I do love the money and yet I feel ashamed. I feel torn because being Will's slut makes me feel incredible, yet how could I want such a thing? I feel dirty sitting in his open top car with my thighs spread, the wind whipping my naked pussy. Will is looking over at me as he drives. I sense his eyes boring into me, demanding me to answer, so I have to give him one.

"Yes. It is like my life is constantly teetering just at the top of a roller-coaster ride. I cannot see what is coming but I know it will exhilarate me and scare me at the same time. I feel the cloying buzz in my pussy all the time, and I never want it to stop. I know it makes me nasty, but I like the money too. I like that you want my body enough to pay for it and the sick part is I like that I cannot say no. The money holds a power over me. The thing is, I have just realised, that I want this more than my job, and I know that's wrong." He looks at me a moment.

"Tell me what you bought with the money." I start telling him about the outfits and the shoes and although he is clearly not interested, it makes me feel better thinking of the things I buy and thinking of him seeing me dressed in them.

"I have been so hot since you fucked me with your beautiful cock. You have been very mean to me by leaving me without doing me again."

"Well I've brought you a present to make up. It's in the glove compartment." I reach forward and unclip the glove box. Inside I see a long rubber dildo lying upon its side. The sight of it is awful and yet fascinates me too. I know instantly he is about to make me use it, to push it up inside me while he watches and like the slut that I am I want to do it even before he asks me. I reach in and take it and a small bottle of lubricant rolls down from being wedged behind it.

"Try it out now. Show me how you will use it." 

Not for the first time I am excited and horrified at what I am about to do. It is as though I am watching someone else and envying them. I still feel the tingle in my lower belly from him making me hand over my panties in the street and sitting with my bare pussy on show in the car. I open the bottle and dribble a little lubricant down over the clipped hairs on my mound. I feel it following the contour, trickling down between my thighs and seeping in between my pussy lips. I dribble some more and rub it into my mound and hairs which glisten with oil in the sunshine. My fingers slide over it collecting the moisture before slipping in between my folds. Using more lubricant I start to coat the area between my thighs with it. I can feel the tentative moisture from my pussy oozing in amongst the oily slickness of my entrance. Will's attention is torn between the road and what I am doing. My lubricated fingers glide into my pussy and I close my eyes to conjure up my current obsession of Will's cock drilling into me. I know I need him to fuck me as I entice him. The heel of my hand rubs against the ridge of my mound pulling at my clit. I moan with the pleasure and the allure of his taking me. Suddenly I feel the weight of his hand clamp down upon my own. My eyes fly open as I am afraid we will have an accident. I love the strength in his hand as he squeezes mine tight over my pussy and I spread my thighs wider and push with my hips.

"Push it in. I want to see you fuck yourself on that dildo." His voice is hoarse with his own excitement.

I am so hot down there that I no longer notice the cool open air against my pussy. I lift the dildo and press it against my slit. Aware of how exposed I am in the car moving faster along the highway I lift myself and place my lips over the tip of the rubber. Slowly I rock my hips easing it into me and my lips are pushed wider and wider apart as the rubber slowly progresses inside me. I am blushing furiously at the thought of masturbating with a dildo in front of Will, where strangers passing us in the road may see. The material of my skirt drops down with my movement and covers my pussy. Will's hand reaches across and grabs my skirt and yanks it back in one harsh movement. I feel the material give and there is a brief sound of tearing in the fabric.

"Hold your skirt up. I want to see." 

He sounds aggressive, ordering me as I love him to do. I have to do it, I have to be dutiful to him. I tell myself I am his whore. That gets my juices flowing and I clamp my arm over my skirt and press myself down onto the dildo. I am so very wet and amazed at how much of the length I can take in me. Lying in the glove box it had looked so enormous. Despite all the shame and humiliation I feel as I slide the dildo in and draw it back I soon manage to feel the pleasure mounting. As I push it right the way in I feel my lower belly full and I begin to fuck myself with it. I am constantly thinking people can see me, and Will's eyes are fixed upon what I am doing, yet nothing seems to get in the way of my libido. I am taken over by my lust and parading it in front of others just seems to ratchet up the pleasure coursing through me.

"Good girl, good girl. Make yourself cum and I'll give you £30." It drives up my arousal when I hear him talk of paying me money to do these lewd things. Like I am earning them, loving whoring myself for him. I have no idea where we are going as I pump my pussy with the obscene dildo, trying to make myself cum. In no time I am gasping and shuddering through an orgasm. Each one seems as powerful as the last, and they are all off my scale.Will stops the car. As my racing heart starts to slow I see we are in the car park of a motel. He waits, giving me time to calm down and then gives me some cash.

"Here's your money. With the rest go get us a room." He nods in the direction of the reception of the motel. I am about to jump out of the car and go get us the room when he adds,

"It'd be best if you stand well back from the desk when you ask for the room, otherwise the receptionist will smell sex on you and know that you're a hooker."

I could feel myself blushing deeply as I walked over to the reception. I tried breathing in deeply to see how much sex I could detect on myself, but of course I could not understand anything. I am very self-conscious as I stand before the lady at reception. All the time I am wondering whether she is thinking I am a hooker as she takes payment and details before explaining to me where the room is. I step back as she leans forward to point the way for me, and then I am running back to Will, as pleased as punch with the key. I am so excited that he has paid for this room so he can fuck me again. As soon as we are inside our room Will says,

"Strip." When he commands me so forcefully like that I fall into a jumble of urgency and need. I try to do it sexily for him but I am too nervous and the ordeal at the reception still undermines me. He sits on the bed and counts out banknotes. The notes stare at me as I shakily unbutton my top. It is short and tight and the buttons don't come undone easily. He picks up the dildo which distracts me further and I stumble as I take off my heels. I start to take off my stockings when he says,

"No leave them on." I am embarrassed as I take off my skirt because I know my pussy is swollen and red and still soaking wet as he keeps me on edge. We swap places and for the first time I get a chance to watch him undress. He is such a very good-looking man: fit and muscular. I feel weak and warm as I gush at his naked body.

"Climb up onto the bed on all fours." I happily turn about on the bed, really excited now in anticipation of what he is about to do to me. He roughly grabs my arms one at a time and pulls them behind me, my face pitches forward onto the pillow. He fastens my hands securely behind me with his wide leather belt and then he starts to fuck me.

It is rough and hard. It is fantastic!! He takes from me, willing or not, what he wants. I am consumed with excitement as he pounds me. Just as I am about to cum he asks me:




Grooming a Whore Ch. 02



"You like to fuck, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes!" 

"Tell me, let me hear you say it."

"I like to fuck! I like to fuck you!"

"And what you really like is to fuck for money, don't you? That really gets you worked up."

He is drilling into me hard and I find it difficult to think. I know I love it, I love it so much. I don't want him to stop so without hesitation I give him what he wants: 

"Oh I do yes! I love to fuck for money! I fuck for money, Money, MONEEEY!!"

He grabs the notes and puts them down on the bed next to my face. I can smell the crisp metallicity of them as his cock thunders in and out of me. With my words still ringing in my ear I convulse in a shattering orgasm, my body shaking all over. I can feel the leather belt cutting into my wrists. I have never had rough sex before, and the taste of the pain as my body continues to convulse makes me want it more. I am still panting and my pussy is still clenching tight around his hardness. I cannot get enough of this guy and the more he abuses me, the more I need him to. So in spite of my efforts, he pulls himself free and my ravaged pussy collapses over a dreadful emptiness. I need him back inside me. I have never known such an insatiable lust before, but the more lost I am, the more I want never to be found.

He walks around the bed as I lie there, hands still firmly locked behind me, breathing heavily waiting for what he is going to do to me next, waiting and hoping he will take me to another level, that he will push me still further. He grabs at my hair and pulls my head back. I open my mouth for his cock, but instead he pulls my panties violently over my head, forcing it through one of the leg holes and pulls with all his might forcing the crotch into my mouth. I can taste my juices upon it pressed against my tongue and the acrid flavour trickles down my throat. The material is forced deep tight behind my teeth as he pulls as hard as he can and knots the rest of the material behind my head. My mouth is wide open and I am gagging at the invasion inside my mouth. The air is forced from my lungs by the shock of his swift movement, and yet absurdly my thoughts fuss over whether he has ruined my panties by stretching them so far. My mouth is sealed up, snot drains down my nasal passage and my stomach is clenched with fear and excitement.

"I told you not to wear panties when you meet with me. Every time you come to me wearing panties, I will be forced to stuff them down into your mouth and make you eat them, do you understand?" He is aggressive, angry. I feel stupid as I recall what he had said.

I nod hoping to placate him. Suddenly I feel afraid of this man. I cannot explain how it is I can feel such fear of what this man might do to me whilst at the same time longing for him to do it. I know it doesn't make sense, and yet that is how I feel.

He moves round back between my legs and drives his cock hard into my pussy. He spreads my ass cheeks and I want to protest. I want to tell him I have never had anal sex, and yet I know it wouldn't make any difference. I didn't want it, I knew that, but he was going to push me. I was on a journey, a journey to see what I could take. He was going to push me and it didn't matter one hoot whether I wanted to follow or not. That is what is so exhilarating about it. It leaves me wanting more all the time. 

I struggle trying to say "No", as best as I can with my panties lodged into my mouth and my face pressed deep into the pillow. The banknotes slide down and nestle against my cheek as I feel his hands prising apart my ass cheeks. I'm sure he must have understood that I didn't want this, but he was intent on ignoring my protests.

His voice is in my ear as I feel his weight over my back.

"I'll pay you extra for your ass."

His words just rattle around inside my head. Absurd as it seems in my mind I think, at least I will get extra. His cock is hammering into me as his finger collects my secretions. He begins to work his fingers around my asshole, and I can feel the cold as the moisture evaporates from my heat. Was I ok with this? I know I didn't want him to stop, I didn't want him to check with me, just make me take it. Force me that one further step. At least for now it wasn't the rubber cock he was forcing up my anus! I try to relax, try to accommodate him, I know I just have to stop fighting and cave in to him and then he would show me more. Little by little my old self was dying as he was reinventing me. After a short time I can feel the fleshy tip of his finger penetrate my ass, pushing past the tight ring of defences that are no match for his insistent pressure. His finger turns in big circular rings around and around my opening and my juices leak down the sides of his finger and into my back passage. His finger inside me feels really tight and I guess I must still be gripping myself trying to keep him out. I try desperately to think of something else, but all that comes round again and again is the thought I would earn extra. I feel sick.

With his finger still buried in my ass I can feel something pushing into my pussy. I imagine it is his cock again but as it gradually works its way deeper into my pussy I realise it is too big, too wide, stretching me apart. I realise it must be the big rubber dildo he is pushing into me. Only once he has got it well inside me do I realise this is another toy as he switches it on and I can feel a vibration massaging the walls of my pussy. I buck and twist as best as I can from the sensations riding up inside my womb, but his finger in my butt holds me firm and makes sure I cannot escape and must lie there and take it. I am fully occupied coping with the sensations from my pussy when I realise he is back at the puckered hole of my ass again. His finger now is all gooey, covered in some sort of lubricant and it is cold to the touch especially against the heat radiating from my groin. Now at last his cock is pressing against my asshole. He pushes with slow persistent pressure and instinctively my body tries to keep him out.

It is to no avail as he forces his way in and I scream into my gag. It hurts so much and I am consumed by the heat burning my ass. I resist, I couldn't help myself, but the pressure is unremitting. I have to give way in the end and suddenly his cock slides right up inside my virgin entrance. I feel sure I am shitting myself as I howl into my gag. The mixture of the searing pain and heat, the discomfort I feel inside and the sheer brutal humiliation of being forced in the ass leave me in a state of panic. He is lying still on top of me, the muffled sound of my sobs and the insistent whine of the vibrator buried in my pussy are inescapable. I loathe myself for liking this so much. He waits, giving me time to get used to these strange new sensations that we both knew that henceforth I would accommodate and want from him again.

Slowly, ever so slowly he begins to fuck me. My body pulls back, reluctant to let him leave, and the next moment I am thrust hard back into the mattress. The air is sucked from me and I gasp for what little air I can get with each stroke. My mind is assailed by so many contradictory sensations. The huge buzzing vibrator is stoking my pussy and feeling him inside me and knowing he is fucking me leaves me gasping for more. Yet he is fucking my asshole and ripping it so that it may never close properly again. The bite of the leather of his belt eats into my wrists trapped between our bodies sending sharp whiplashes of pain intermingled with the pleasure. I am heady, lost, out of control. It is both awful and fantastic. My hips are humping of their own accord to meet his thrusts.

This time Will comes first, and I can feel his hot semen pouring deep into my belly, invading into private integral parts of my body. Suddenly I find it all too much and I come squeezing as tight as I might at both the vibrating cock buried in my pussy and my tight asshole contracting around his cock. I am furiously milking them both. I have never experienced my body to feel so open and invaded before.

Slowly, finally, reluctantly he turns off the vibrator and pulls it out of my sore pussy which has endured so much. He unties my wrists and releases the gag. I spit out over my panties the accumulated drool that has already soaked into them. I am a wreck, and I hate myself for I know that I want more of it, I know I have just absorbed some new fetish and a piece more of me has forever compromised.

"I didn't want you to fuck me in my ass! I told you no!" 

"But you liked it after all, didn't you?"

I blush and nod, "Yes, at the end I did."

"You like this treatment. There is no point to try and deny it, I can see it in the way your body responds; and now you have earned a bit extra cash too. Not much of a hardship really, was it?" He grins as he looks at me. I don't know what to say. I know that deep down I have wanted him to push my boundaries, force me into new experiences and swallow me whole inside unforgettable sensations. He pulls me into his arms, wipes away the tears from my face with his finger, and kisses me. I cling to him. I am disgusted with what I have just done and whisper, "You have turned me into a complete slut!"

He doesn't say anything, but turns away, gets up and dresses. He digs out some more money and drops it onto the bed along with the rest. 

"Get dressed and take the room key back to the desk." He laughs. "That receptionist will be very amused when she sees you again so soon and realises you only needed the room for a couple of hours."

Still laughing he walks out back to the car. I hurriedly collect my skirt and top. I throw my underwear in the bathroom - it was ruined anyway and fumble with the button on the skirt that barely covers my raw pussy. I have a quick wipe of my ass, scooping up some of the cum that has dribbled out. There is no time to clean myself properly and I know that more will leak out and stain my skirt, but that can't be helped. I am getting accustomed to entangled emotions. The more disgusted I feel about what Will makes me do, the more arousing and exciting I find it. I know that even if she says nothing, the receptionist will make her disapproval clear and the knowledge that the old me would have done the same drives a need in me to endure it.

As I step into reception she looks up and smiles. She is ready to be helpful, imagining there is something we need to make our stay more comfortable. I drop the key on the desk and tell her we are checking out. It is then that she looks down at my dishevelled clothing and my heels. I am not even walking straight with the soreness in my behind, and this does not escape her either. I watch as her expression changes.

"I am not having any cheap trash here. This is a respectable hotel. You can take your customers elsewhere. I am going to remember your face, you little slut, and if you come back here again I will call the police."

She grabs the keys and turns to hang them on the rack behind her. My face burns crimson with shame. The worst of it all is, I can't feel angry as I know I would say the same. I am trash. I turn and walk away without saying anything. I am conscious that more cum is seeping out of my behind and I pray that it doesn't show at least until I reach the car. 

We are driving back from the motel, a damp patch grows under my bottom and all I can think about is how sore my ass is, and how my skirt will look when I climb out with his semen soaked into it. Will stares straight ahead and says,

"From now on I'll pick you up from your house." I just stare in front of me thinking about how I walked out on my decent job and for what? I have become trash, someone to be derided by people like myself, or people like I was. Now all they see is Will's whore.

"What's your address?" I give it to him. If I had any decency I would have run a mile, but I couldn't bear the thought of his not returning for me.



Grooming a Whore Ch. 03



"What's the matter with your wrists?"

"Nothing." I pull the sleeves down stretching at them to try and hide the red burn marks from Will's belt. 

"They are all red. Here let me see."

I jerk my arm away. "It's nothing."

"It is not nothing. I can see it is inflamed. Why are you trying to hide it?"

"It's just a rash. I think I got it as a reaction to one of the plants in the garden."

"I'll get you some cream to rub into it." He gets up from the table.

"No!" He hears the alarm in my voice. I try to steady myself. "It is nothing. It will pass."

Colin hesitates. "I don't understand." He looks puzzled.

"Just leave it will you," I snap and walk off into the kitchen. He follows me out. He is making me nervous and it irritates me that he can't leave it alone.

"What's got into you?"

"Just leave it will you. It looks worse than it is, it's not painful. I don't need you to rub any cream into them. Aren't you going to be late for work?" I try to be light and casual, but the tension comes through in my voice.

Colin stares at me. We stand facing each other, we both know I am hiding something and it hangs in the air between us, but I will not let him find out what. I can see in his eyes he knows something is not right yet he doesn't know what to do.

"Stop treating me like a child!" I am pulling at the sleeves trying to cover as much as I can. I know there are deep red marks from Will's belt snaking around them. I was horrified when I saw them last night and was extra careful to make sure Colin didn't see them. Now I feel angry with myself for not being more careful over the breakfast table. Colin is still looking at me, weighing up his options. I know him so well, he is wondering whether to push it, get angry and insist, but he knows we will just end up quarrelling and I won't let him see. Finally he says,

"Have it your own way then." He turns and walks off. Sighing with relief I busy myself about the kitchen trying to act normal. I am such a nasty girl and I feel ashamed pretending to be Colin's caring wife whilst carrying the marks Will has given me. I know already ahead of time that whatever shame I feel will be transformed into arousal when I am with Will. I sense the shift inside me. I am Will's whore, I cannot be Colin's loving trophy wife any longer. I feel frustrated that he wants me to continue with the pretence, and yet the old me still fights to cling on to my marriage. Colin is a good catch, he earns a good salary and we live a comfortable life. Yet when Colin is around me, I turn to ice. Will consumes all my sexual desire and there is nothing left for my husband.

To my surprise Will turns up that morning. I am so used to being left panting for him after we have been together that I had geared myself up to playing my housewife role. I am pushed off balance as he pulls up right outside the house and I watch as he climbs out of his car. A knot is forming in my stomach as I run to change throwing my clothes across the floor and grabbing the first outfit that comes to hand. I stare down from the upstairs window as he walks purposefully up the path and rings our front doorbell. I run to open the door and we sweeps his arms around me and kisses me before I even have a chance to close the door. I am so thrilled that he wants to see me so soon and thrown into confusion by the thought that our neighbours may see him kissing me so deeply and possessively. 

His tongue delves past my compliant lips and he is lapping at my own tongue swirling his around inside my open and willing mouth. His teeth nibble at my lips, pulling on them and drawing blood. I can taste the metallic iron washing over my tongue and the pain focuses my attention as I tip my head back and up, compliant for him. In the corner of my mind I hear a voice telling me urgently to close the door, but I know he is showing me off, showing off his possession of me. He is right, I make no move towards the door or to break off his kiss, he does possess me. My hands go up to his face and stroke his cheeks as he hugs me to him. I can feel my lip is swollen and tingles numbly and I am happy he has marked me again.

Eventually he pulls away and I slip the door closed. He indicates with his finger what he wants and I reach down and pull up the hem of my skirt. I hadn't known he was coming but after yesterday I could not bring myself to put on any panties. As I had dressed I automatically turned to my panty drawer and was assailed by images of Will forcibly pulling my panties over my head, forcing me to breathe in the heady aroma of my sex and to swallow my own juices while he fucked me so hard. I recalled how angry he had been as he had shouted at me and I felt so foolish to think that anything he demanded of me would not be followed up with punishment if I should fail to obey. It was a powerful image that would haunt me whenever I should think of wearing panties. It was a lesson I would not forget; just one more of those little changes he had wrought in me. I raise my skirt up and show him my uncovered, accessible pussy, as we stand facing each other in the hallway of my own home - Colin's home too. He smiles, he is pleased. He takes me in his arms and his hands are on my back, rubbing and gliding over my flesh in that firm grip he has that melts me. 

I stand there, feeling uncertain, should I invite him in? He takes hold of my breasts in his hands and kisses me again as his fingers knead them. He sucks hard upon my swollen lip and I can taste blood again. Still kissing me he moves his hands over my back and begins slowly to slide them down onto my ass. I gasp as I feel his hands ride up under my skirt, I am just standing there, we are not kissing, and I am letting him rub his hands over my ass cheeks. Looking directly into my eyes, his fingers pull apart my cheeks and his thumb is pushing at my entrance. I lean forward into him and spread my ass cheeks as best I can when suddenly plop his thumb passes right through and is buried inside me. Memories of being called a slut at the motel yesterday flood back to me. Now here in my own home he is again taking my ass.

I know after this I will constantly be reminded of being his whore even in our home. This new persona he is creating within me is now invading my home, the space I share with my husband, and I am standing here allowing it, wanting it. I think it unbelievable that I'd let him do this, and then I think of course I will. His thumb is moving in and out of my anus as he fucks me slowly in the entrance hall.

"Take your top off. Rub your tits as I fuck your ass."

I pull my top over my head. I have no bra on either and as I lean forward I rub the palms of my hands over my tits. My nipples respond quickly and my breath comes in short spurts. He takes out a condom from his pocket and pushes it into my hand.

"Take out my cock and suck it to make it hard then put this condom over it so I can fuck your ass."

His thumb pulls out and I drop to my knees. I am excited at the thought of servicing his cock and being allowed to suck upon it. I pull down his zipper and bring his cock out. I love it and as I slip my mouth over the end I think of it punishing my ass. I hope he will be hard on it. I marvel as I never had this taste for rough sex before. I think I am addicted to the passion of it. Soon I can feel his monster stirring in my mouth. It grows so quickly and in no time my mouth is full. I pull back and rip open the condom. I slip the rubber over the tip of his cock and slowly roll it down the sides. It goes on and on, his cock seems so long.

"Good girl. Done like a pro. Now go and kneel on the stairs over there and stick your ass out for me."

I kneel on the second step and I put my elbows down on the stair two above that. Burying my face in my arms I raise my ass in readiness for him. He stands behind me, his hands on my hips then slides one down between my legs to my pussy. He laughs,

"You are so ready for sex." He scoops out some of my juices and slaps it over my ass. He is not gentle and I want him to slap my ass some more. Maybe it is penance for liking this, or maybe I am just growing addicted to it.

"Please... Please slap me." My head is bowed. I cannot believe what I am saying and yet the need for absolution burns in me.

His hand comes down hard on my ass and my body shudders from the blow. The stinging slap of his hand on my butt helps drive away the guilt I feel at letting Will fuck me in the ass here in our home. I don't understand why, but it helps and I want the slaps to drive out the thoughts of where I am headed. He slaps me really hard and I can feel my cheeks radiate. I am whimpering from his admonition and I know I deserve it. His hand stops and collects my wetness and slaps it on my butt. I wait knowing I want him up my ass. I want to feel him push his way into my tightness. These are terrible thoughts to have and yet I cannot deny my desires.

His cock presses right up against my rosebud and he pushes his hips down onto my ass and I yelp with the pain against my raw flesh. In that moment his cock forces its way past my resistance and I almost do not notice. Yet I can once again feel that fullness, that feeling of his hardness rammed deep up into me and I push back to allow him in deeper. He pulls back and I feel him ram himself deep again and my face is thrust against the stair. The smell of carpet invades my nose. The words tumble from my mouth,

"Oh Yes, yes... give it to me. Push it in deep. I need it."

"You love being my whore?"

"I do. I do. You make me want to be your whore. I love it when you treat me as your whore."

"You deserve to be treated as a whore, don't you?"

"I need it. I am so nasty."

"What a nasty slutty girl you've become. You take it up the ass here in your home. What would your husband say if he caught us? What kind of nasty, wicked girl does such a thing?"

Oh I feel so hot. The words stoke me up. The pain in my sore ass with each thrust is what I deserve for being so nasty. This man makes me hunger for forbidden fruit and I find I have acquired an insatiable appetite. He is hammering me so hard and I want it to last forever. I feel ripped apart, my belly forced to open, the tightness making me feel stretched. I feel his thighs pressed against my cheeks, trapping me and holding me in position lined up with his piston. Suddenly he grips me tightly and I can feel his cock jerking buried deep in my belly and then he releases his torrent, I feel the heat of it flooding up into my gut. 

I lie there and take it, trying to milk him for as much of his seed as I can get. I lie there crushed under his weight. I hope I have given good service, that he is pleased with his whore. With his hands on the stairs to either side, he pulls himself out and I can feel the cool air against my gaping asshole, empty without him.

"Turn around and sit on the stair."

Surely he can't do any more right now. I turn and sit gingerly, my butt is still so sore and the thin material of my short skirt does nothing to protect it from the carpet fibres rubbing up against it. I lean back with my elbows on the step above and look up at him. He pulls the condom off his shrinking cock and standing over me he tips it up. His cum dribbles down the rubber and lands with a splatter on my belly button. I can smell him and his cum trickles across my skin and makes its slow sticky way down to my skirt. I look down and can see it being absorbed by the material making a damp semicircle where the skirt is wrapped tight against my soft belly. Some of it is slipping and sliding down under my skirt towards my slit.

"I am marking my whore. You belong to me now, your body belongs to me and I intend using it." He turns and picks up my top and drops it on me and then scatters money over the bottom of the stairs. Before I have any time to react he turns and walks towards the front door and opens it.

"Come on we are going out." I am caught by surprise, assuming we would stay in the house today while he fucked me. I pull the top over my head and struggle to get it over my tits as I stare out across the road framed in the open doorway right between my parted legs. I feel utterly exposed, at any moment someone I know may walk past. The money is scattered across the carpet and I cannot leave it there in case we are not back before Colin gets home. I snatch up the notes drifting across the hallway in the breeze from the door. I know my just fucked ass is peaking out under the skirt as I crawl over the floor chasing the banknotes afraid of missing any and Colin finding them. My top is short and doesn't reach my skirt, and I know that anyone who saw me right then would know exactly what the money was for. It scares me living this dangerously and that fear drives chilling vibrations that clash and compound in my groin.

I rush out into the street to follow him to the car and the dampness cools my skin. I don't have time to think of the neighbours seeing me, or the clearly visible wet patch on my skirt until we are driving across town. My ass feels uncomfortable both inside and out. I can feel liquid dribbling beneath me and soaking into my skirt forming another stain. I don't lift it up as I am not sure Will would let me. 

"Your toy is in the glove box. Let me see how hot you can make yourself as we drive along." I pull out the dildo and lift my skirt. My fingers work at my clit for a while. I am already excited and it doesn't take much to make me squirm and start to push the rubber dildo head against my slit. I watch my lips bulge under the pressure and I rotate myself around the end conscious of the almost physical touch of his glance as he watches me tease him. 

"Push it in and spread your legs wide as you do so. I want to see that faraway look in your eyes as you succumb to the pleasure." As I do as I am told I get myself more and more worked up. I hear a honk of a lorry as it passes and turn bright red as I realise the driver has seen what I am doing. I look at Will unsure how he will react. He is laughing and I laugh too. I feel invincible when I am with him and we cock a snook at convention. The slightest encouragement is all I need.

"Keep going." And I do.

"Let's hope another lorry passes us by so they too can see you at it." He reads my mind, I love the way he makes me flaunt myself and I am so safe in his car as we speed along the highway. I am so hot thinking of that lorry driver jerking off wishing it was his cock sliding into me. I am 'at it', that's just right: an animal, heedless of consequences, consumed by the sensations and its need.

"You have made me into such a slut. I actually feel excited thinking of unknown men watching me and wanting to fuck me."

"I know you do. Here," he adds looking in the mirror, "another lorry is coming up. I'll slow down. Give him a good view of the goods."

I am feeling so happy, exhilarated; on top of the world. I laugh out loud as I pummel my hot hole, slamming the end of the rubber rod in and out. The light catches the slickness down the sides as it disappears behind the wide ridge between my legs. I stretch them apart as far as I can. I hear the lorry approach, and glance over my shoulder. I raise my hips high into the air, pressing with my shoulders into the soft seat back and ram the thing in and out furiously as he passes. I am rewarded by the squeal of brakes as the driver hits them as he passes. Yet his momentum carries him forward and he moves ahead of us. Once in front he flashes his lights in appreciation and drives on. I am on an amazing high that I nearly caused an accident. Something inside rebels but I push it down. I don't want to listen, I don't want to be that old inhibited self. I want to show Will I hunger for excitement as much as he does.

We have reached a part of town I have never visited before. It is full of sex shops and seedy looking places. I am still fucking myself, not sure whether Will wants me to or not. He pulls up outside a garish sex shop with neon lights flashing an advert for live women. 

"Go in there and tell the man at the counter you have come to work in one of the booths. Your name is Chelsea. I'll come back in 3 hours and pick you up."

I spin round. "No! No I can't." If he took me in there, I would not have a problem, but going in there on my own made me scared. He frowns.

"I didn't ask you, you stupid cunt. I told you, your body belongs to me now. So get your ass in there and tell him why you've come; unless you need me to discipline you." 

I felt the threat and I knew he would discipline me hard and then make me go in on my own anyway. My heart sank. I was still very worked up, and I had no idea what working the booths meant. I looked down, I couldn't look him in the eye otherwise I would betray myself.

"What do I have to do?"

"I got you this dress. Take it with you and change inside the booth. Here is a bottle of water to use. All you have to do is masturbate yourself in front of the black window. A light will show you when a customer has put money in the slot and then you perform. You won't see them, but the more times they put the coin in the slot the more you will earn. Don't worry, they will be on the other side of the glass. Now go. I told them you were coming."

I open the car door and step out holding the thin dress and water bottle. He drives off and I look down at it. The material is thin, whitish/grey cotton with thin straps over the shoulders, short ending just below my ass. I am alone in a part of town I don't know, wearing whore clothes with his cum soaked into two damp patches and my cunt sore and puffy from the dildo. I never ever thought I could stoop this low. I walk over to the door and the bell rings loudly as I push the door open. The man behind the counter is big and clearly knows how to handle himself. I feel intimidated by him. He watches me closely as I walk across to the counter. I am so uncertain of myself and overtaken by my vulnerability. He stares at me as I stand before him at the counter.

"My name's Chelsea." I state shyly. 

"And what do you want here Chelsea?" I am put out as I thought Will had sorted this out and he would be expecting me.

"I erm... I'm here to work the booth?" He stares at me and smiles.

"First time?" He doesn't seem surprised, and slides a book across the counter in front of me.

"Here sign the register." I pick up the pen and without thinking sign my real name. "I'll take you round the back."

The shop walls are filled with sex toys, magazines and trashy clothes. It looks a real dive and I feel dirty just being here. He takes me round to the back of the shop where there is a women's toilet and he walks straight in. I am shocked, realising that in this place there is no privacy. Fortunately there was nobody in there at the time. I really feel out of my depth, having no idea how I should react to such liberties. He shows me a hidden door at the back and he explains that if the punters find out how to get through to the back area then I must shout out for his help and he will come through and throw them out. He leads me through the door into a dingy narrow corridor. There are several red doors each with a gold number written on them. He opens door 3.

"In you go." Inside I find there is a red light shining down from above a black glass wall. There is a stage that runs right up to the glass and it is covered in a red plastic blow up mattress. The paint on the walls is chipped and of red and yellow with oriental designs and there are painted Chinese tables and windows on the back wall. I can see myself reflected in the black smooth glass, standing there with the dress in my left hand and water bottle in my right, looking like a fish out of water. I put them down and unzip my skirt. I watch myself pull it over my hips and down my legs. I wonder what I am doing here as I pull the top over my head and discard my clothes in the corner. I look at my naked form in the glass and wonder how many men will be staring at it without me being able to see them.




Grooming a Whore Ch. 03



The dress is so flimsy. It slides over my head easily and almost falls to my ankles. I catch it in time and drag it up over my shoulders. There is a rap upon the door which startles me. The proprietor calls out, "Have you changed? We need a photo out front."

Startled I look at myself in the mirror. With a sickening thud in my stomach I realise that whereas I would always wonder whether I was decent to be seen, now I was looking to see if I was sufficiently indecent. Oh well, here goes and I pick up the water bottle. I open the top and let some of the water cascade over my chest and down my front. The material where it gets wet clings to my body like a second skin and goes transparent. My tits are displayed through it, even the dark hair between my legs is clearly visible. I put on my high heels and tell him I am ready. He walks in and takes some photos with a polaroid. I stand before him, naked and yet clothed while he snaps pictures of me to display on the board outside. When he is done he walks off without comment. Did I look hot enough? Would I do?

I sit on the plastic and wonder whether I will remain sitting here for the next three hours or whether anyone will come. How would I know if they did? It did not take long however before a little green light comes on just below the glass wall indicating someone has just paid to watch me. My heart is in my mouth as I start to sway my hips and dance for him. I have no idea what I should do, so I watch myself reflected back in the glass. I imagine I am looking at myself through Will's eyes and that seems to make it easier. I am excited when I think of him, when I imagine myself seducing him and him mistreating me and then making me cum like I have never imagined possible. I wonder why he wastes his time upon me, and I feel my heart lurch at the thought he might one day walk away and I'd never see him again. I lie on the floor with my face up close to the glass, my mouth open as if waiting for his cock to slide in as I rub my hands over my chest. I watch myself perform and it arouses me. I spill more water over my head let it run through my hair and washes down my back. I can feel it running down from the hem along my crack and over my bare thighs.

I sit up and pushing out my chest in front of the mirror I notice another light has come on. I slip the straps over my shoulders slowly and lick my lips. I feel nervous, and stupid performing like this when no one is there. The straps slip down and catch on my breasts. My nipples are hard and they hold the material up so that the tops of my breasts are openly displayed while the outline of my nipples and the curve under them are tantalising under the thin wet cloth. I take all this in as I look at my reflection. Water is trickling down from my hair that falls over the side of my face and I can see it drip and feel it land on the taut stretch of cloth between my legs.

I slip my finger under the strap on my shoulder and ease it over and on to my upper arm. I am mesmerised by my reflection and think only of Will. I move and slip the other side down too when another green light comes on. As the material falls down to my hips and exposes my wet chest I wonder whether all these men are together in a room discussing me, or whether there are separate booths all looking in on my room. I turn and drop onto my arms now with my ass towards the glass. I am warming to my work, turned on by my display. I think of the guy in the lorry passing us on the road. I raise my ass, the wet material is plastered onto my ass cheeks. I can feel it pulled tight and know the darkness of the crevice between my cheeks is stretched before them. I look back over my shoulder and I can see my tit dangling below me, a drip of water hanging from the teat. This must have been the view Will got at home just before he fucked me in the ass. How I wish he was here now to do me again.

My hand works its way down between my legs and as I stare at the unseen men ogling me, I start to pull on my pussy lips for them, prising myself open. I am so hot now, and these lewd things I am doing just urge me further. I want to cum, I want these unknown unseen men to watch me as I make myself cum. I crawl across my room and pick up my rubber dildo from the pile of my shed clothes. My dress is wrapped around my hips and over the top of my ass, but is too short to hide my pussy and they must have a good view as I press the dildo up against my slit. I lower my head to the floor and push out so they can see clearly as I push ever so slowly at my entrance. I can feel my lips swollen and red parting against the pressure. I rock my legs so my pussy rubs up and down over the dildo and I want to tease them, I want them to want to fuck me, as if they were Will. In my mind it merges and I get myself excited thinking about unknown men, unknown cocks, pushing into me, making me feel as Will had done this morning on my staircase. The fact that it is unknown, the fact that I have no say makes the fantasy delicious.

I am pressing the dildo into me as I push it against my resistance. I feel its length sliding up inside me and I feel so full, I feel so dirty doing this for money. I close my eyes imaging they have entered the room when I am not looking and they are fucking me. I surrender myself to them. They are fucking me hard now and I am moaning and gasping and encouraging them to hit me harder. I can smell sex and I breathe it in deeply. It is like a drug and pushes me up another notch. I am so grateful to Will for making me whore myself in this booth, to watch myself get turned on by unknown men watching me and wanting them to fuck me. Previously I would have thought myself sick to think such things, but that was before I knew such a level of excitement far beyond the scale of what I ever used to achieve. I am transported into another world where I am enslaved by pleasure. I am cumming and I buck and squirm over the floor. Is this ok? Is this within the rules? I don't care, I need to cum, and I know it won't last and I know I will need to cum again soon and that ride from one high to the next slowly takes me over.

The hours pass and there doesn't seem any time that there are no green lights winking at me, urging me on to ever greater acts of lewdness. I have cum so much. Kneeling in front of the blackened window and gyrating my hips showing the punters my woollen pussy up close and making my way slowly along in case there are several booths on the other side. I know I am such a slut, I know I shouldn't want this, and yet I know that Will will be pleased with me. The little winking lights go out and the proprietor comes in.

"Times up." He shows no reaction to the smell of sex in the room, the obvious state of arousal I am in. It is just business to him; yet what a business to be in. I started out wondering how I would get through the ordeal, but now I am disappointed it is over. At least Will would be here to collect me. I go over and change into my clothes, I spend some time in the bathroom trying to dry off my hair and look good for Will. I emerge still finding it hard to get my heartbeat back to some regularity after so much stimulation. I see Will standing in the front of the shop talking to the proprietor. He smiles a big broad smile at me and I feel a million dollars. He pulls out a wad of banknotes and pushes them into my hand.

"You've done really well today. I am so proud of you." He pulls me into his arms. "Here, this is your earnings from today. I booked you in again for Friday. Gary says you got a lot of interest."

I could feel the heat rising in my face as he and Gary looked at me. I could see that our little game of being Will's whore was something he had every intention of sharing with others much to my embarrassment. I still felt such a buzz tingling in my groin and parading me around as his whore was keeping me on that high. I wondered how much Gary had taken today, but he and Will obviously had some arrangement. I am just happy that he is so pleased with me.



Grooming a Whore Ch. 04



We walk out to the car and he drives us around the district. It is run down and the drabness of the buildings is cut through by bursts of garish lights offering sex for sale. I sit beside Will and shiver as I think on the fact I have become part of this scene. I am so wound up from the hours working the booth and desperate for Will to fuck me. I need his cock inside me, and I look at the whore district around me with only a flimsy car door between me and this world. For the first time I contemplate how real this fantasy has become. I have always been shocked at the idea a woman could sell her body for sex and yet I am so hot for Will right now and I know he will flutter banknotes around me for the use of my body. These signs apply to me too.

I should feel appalled and yet I am excited. In fact I am hyper and need to talk, talk about all that has happened to me today in the booth. I have been longing for this moment of confession and it excites me telling him every dirty little detail. I want to let him know what I did all the while imagining he was watching me.

"I call my little friend Frankie." I smile up at him holding the dildo in my hand.

"Oh?"

"Well, while I was performing in that room I got to watching myself in the big window like I was on a giant screen. I imagined I was in Hollywood." We both laugh. He reaches across with his arm.

"Bend over and give me a blowjob as we go home. If you're lucky someone might see what you are up to."

I look at him, feeling so wonderful inside. "I love you." He looks at me a moment.

"I know you do." I reach across and unzip him. I am finding it so much easier to draw him out. Once his cock is out I lean across and swallow him. I love his taste and aroused at the thought of being seen sucking my lover's cock as any whore.

"I bet you're wet at the thought of being seen."

"Mmmmmmm" I moan into his cock before pulling back, "I am always wet when I'm around you."

"Truth is you're always wet around cock, and you don't seem to care much whose it is." His words pinch into me and I feel wounded by them. I think about the afternoon and how excited I have been by knowing there are unknown men watching me. There was truth in his words, however hateful they sounded to me. 

"I told you, you have made me into such a complete and utter slut."

"Then get on with your slut duties and suck me off like the other whores around here." My lips sink back down the length of his shaft and my mind replays what he said: 'just like all the other whores around here.' I feel my stomach lurch, could he really find me no different than any whore here? No I know this is part of what we create, but I also know there is nothing really between me and the whores who work here: now I work here too, but only because Will makes me. I need reassurance, I want to make him cum, I want him to spill his seed down the throat of his slut and know he still wants me; to know that it excites him knowing I am performing before those unknown men. I work vigorously at his cock as it grows in my mouth. I haven't paid attention to where we are, I haven't even noticed he has stopped the car. It is only as I hear a woman's voice saying,

"Well I declare. Can you see what she's doing in that car!" that I start to take in my surroundings. I stop and lift my head. Will has parked in the middle of a very public car park outside a shopping mall. We have left the seedy backstreets behind. People are walking right by the car and being a convertible, everyone can see precisely what I am doing. 

"Come on, let the neighbours see my whore in action."

I want to die, I want to run away. I know he is forcing my darkest desires out from where I have buried them. Although I feel more exposed now the car is stationary, that those disapproving women can come right up to me and slap me for what I am doing in public, slap me for being a disgrace and slap me because I deserve it; I know a strong part of me believes they should, yet I have a dark reality that makes me want them to. I know I should get out quick before anyone I know sees me, but that is not what I want. I am frozen, torn, forced to accept my true desires. I turn back to my whore duties, feeling disgusted with myself and hoping for that familiar growing tension within that will transport me away from what I am becoming. I work hard on his cock desperately wanting to feel his cum launch itself down my throat. I can feel it stiffen and I prepare myself as he shoots strings of hot cum all over my tongue, the insides of my cheeks and slip sliding down my throat. The force of it pushes some dribbling out of the corner of my mouth.

I can hear the disapproval in the voices of the people around us, and someone mentions they have called security who will be here in a minute. The heat in my cheeks is scalding. Will's hand takes mine and brings it to my cheek where he helps me scoop up the cum running towards my chin. He is smiling at me as I look nervously at him. It was ok when we were running at speed down the highway, but not here, not like this with the hostility of people so close, all around us, fencing me in with their disapproval. He pushes my hand up through my hair leaving a ribbon of cum draped over it. I smile at him feeling insecure and then bend down and slurp up the last of his cum. I clean his cock dutifully as he has taught me.

"That was perfect. You gave them a masterclass."

He puts the car into gear and drives off before security can arrive and I sit there revelling in the taste of his salty seed in my mouth, trying to shut out form my mind everything else. I have so many mixed emotions about what has just happened. I loved it, I loved being pushed, I feared where he was taking me, I feared liking it too much. I need Will, I need his approval and I fear not being good enough for him. As we pull up outside my house he drops the weight of his hand directly between my thighs and cups my pussy.

"When you are in bed lying next to your husband tonight, I want you to use Frankie while he sleeps and think on your visit to Hollywood today."

I say nothing. What can I say? We both know I will do it. He never lets up, he always has something more to push me with. 

"Will I see you again before you take me to the booth on Friday?"

"Maybe." I had to settle for that, but I knew I would be pining for him the minute he leaves. The contrast with life at home and being with Will is immense.

"I need you so much now. When I am not with you all I can think about is when you will be back."

He squeezes me really tight. I feel so small and insignificant next to him.

"I'll come round tomorrow afternoon." I visibly brighten and get out the car. Rushing in I take a shower and hide my whore clothes before Colin gets home. All I can think about that evening is lying next to Colin using Frankie and trying to keep quiet and still not to disturb him as I remind myself that I am no longer just Colin's wife but Will's whore too. I am excited when I think about telling Will tomorrow about this adventure.

In the dark of the bedroom, the rhythmic breathing of Colin deeply asleep beside me provides a restful backdrop to the turmoil in my head. I have been lying here wide awake for what seems ages, unable to sleep, excited about what Will is making me do. There has been no relief for me all day and when Colin got home I was begging him for sex. I knew it wouldn't be like Will - Colin is too considerate and has no idea about rough sex. I know it is wrong for me to make comparisons, but I can't help myself. I needed cock and yet I wasn't satisfied by the time he came. It was not enough and I just lay there feeling frustrated. I wanted Will so desperately and made do with Colin, how awful is that? 

To compound my guilt I knew that manipulating Colin into fucking me would make him sleep soundly afterwards; and I need him to be fast asleep so I can play with Frankie. I tell myself I am not being unfaithful to him by playing with myself. Yet when I saw the relief on his face after the strain of the past few days, when he understood I wanted to have sex with him, it cut right through me. If only he knew what was going on. I wonder whether Will would make me tell him. I could never do that, but could I resist Will?

I lift Colin's arm up gently and move it over to his side of the bed. Reaching down by the bed I grasp hold of Frankie, my slender fingers slipping around his wide girth and my mind goes back to holding Will in the carpark of the mall. I close my eyes. I feel bad, really bad thinking about Will as Colin lies asleep beside me, but I haven't been allowed to cum all day and after the booth I really need a good fucking. I am only meeting my needs since Colin hadn't satisfied me. Even so I know I am only doing this because Will told me to. I bend my knees slowly drawing my legs up and slip Frankie between them. At last I can feel something hard inside me and dream Will is there.

The next morning I go out for shopping. With the money from the booth I can buy new outfits and I want to find something that will excite Will. I had such hot dreams last night: Will showing off his whore then finding myself alone in sex shops in a red-light district surrounded by men demanding sex from me, being handled roughly and passed from one to another. I am so geared up these days I live for sex. Will has shown me a side of myself that I had never allowed expression. I have changed so much so quickly. I never used to think in such crude terms, but now I think like a whore and long for the lifestyle.

Is it possible? Yet I have never felt this alive before, I never dreamed I could be this aroused, it is as though I am only now reaching my potential as a sexual being. I just want to be with Will having sex and being his whore. I love being his plaything. I love the way he uses me and shows me off. I love looking around the shops and trying outfits on that show off my body, of strangers watching me and wanting my body for sex. I resent having to pretend to be my old self when I'm at home. I am choking and screaming in my head. It is becoming more and more difficult. I don't like my old self, my anger spills over at Colin that he could not make me feel this way. I am bored with this life and the security he offers me is no longer what I want. I crave danger, living on the edge. I know it is not right. I know it is me who has changed not him, but I find it so impossible to keep up the pretence.

I am looking for more clothes now that I am working at the booths. I try out some shiny club wear. Taking an armful into the changing rooms I stand before the mirror and imagine it is the tall dark window through which I will be observed. Even in the changing room I play, trying to entice the mirror. 

I finally settle on a silver outfit. The pants are so tight with a zip that starts right down at the base of the crotch and snakes its way over my mound and up to my waist. I have to struggle to close off the zip it is so tight and it presses to my crotch like a second skin; the ridge of my mound with the tell-tale line of the zip disappearing below is very prominent. Streaks of crease marks catch the overhead light as they radiate out across each leg where the material cuts into my flesh. At the top of the zip are long silver tassels with shiny fake diamonds glittering in the light. The top is a sleeveless waistcoat of thin silvery fabric which pulls tight around my waist and buckles together with a bright shiny heart shaped buckle just above the zip of my pants. The cleavage opens wide right down the front from a sling back and comes together just above my belly button. Across my breasts the material is tight and follows the contour precisely.

Somewhere in my head I still tell myself I am not a whore but more and more of my wardrobe is being taken over with whore clothes and wearing them turns me on. The word spirals endlessly in my head. I end up masturbating in the changing rooms as I try on more and more daring outfits and thinking about performing in them. I rush back to the house excited eager to wear them around the house and to practice in front of the mirror with Frankie.

That afternoon the doorbell rings and my pulse quickens even before I get to the door, just thinking of being with Will is enough to set me off. He never asks me about Colin or whether he might be at home. He doesn't seem to care about the risk: no that's not it - he just isn't interested. That is not his problem: I have to deal with it. There is something rather predatory about the way he assumes dominion over me, usurping Colin. It is like something from the animal kingdom, and my animal lust for him just disables me as I let him take me over. I want him more and more.

I open the door in my new short skirt, stockings and of course no panties. The wind blows chill up my skirt and keeps me conscious that I am naked under this flimsy piece of material and any of my neighbours might be watching. I recognise how I am acting, the new me; but it doesn't matter, I don't care, nothing matters as long as Will is here. 

He hugs me tightly and kisses me on the porch, taking his time as he claims ownership over me. He stands back to look at me and I can see in his eyes he likes how I dress for him and that pleases me so much. I love doing little things for him. Once inside he gestures with his hand and I turn around for him so he can get the full view. He takes me in his arms again, his hands upon my shoulders and he watches my face as his hands roam over my back. I moan and lean into him, the tender caress of his arms warms me. His hands move further down and his fingers explore the top of my skirt where it presses against my soft flesh. I feel the warmth of his fingers on my skin and I tingle inside at the touch. Lower and lower he goes over my ass cheeks which he squeezes and then they are under my skirt. In one swift movement he cups my pussy from behind under my skirt and I press myself into him.

"You are a good girl. You learn your lessons well. I see you no longer wear panties."

I moan into his shoulder, not knowing whether he needs a reply. "Do you?" he insists.

"No," I murmur. "That's right," he says. "Before I leave today I am going to empty your panty drawer, you don't need them anymore. Or maybe I will just open the window and tip them out over the front lawn."

I picture them fluttering down from the upstairs window, blowing across the lawn in the breeze and the neighbours watching appalled. I blush deeply as the image excites me. I need him inside me now. His finger slides along the length of my slit.

"Ha, always so eager," he laughs. I open my legs wider so he can explore me more deeply. Suddenly I feel pressure as he pinches the flesh between my pussy and thigh so hard that I yelp but do not pull away. He grabs hold of both my pussy lips and pulls them apart violently. I arch my back leaning into him as his fingers and thumbs squeeze as hard as he can the soft pulpy flesh of my lips. I groan with the pain and feel my nipples harden. He opens me wide with such brutishness and then buries two fingers inside me while he stretches his third finger out to full length and scratches at the tip of my clit. I am humping his hand as I lose all self-control. The pain in my sore lips still throbs as the excitement emanating from my clit shivers through me. He watches as I approach my climax and as I twist and jerk on his fingers he laughs at me. My body is a puppet and he is my puppet-master.

I slump my head on his shoulder as I try and calm myself. He pulls his fingers from me and I can feel my wetness cling to them, s stringy bridge from my opening which he wipes upon my inner thigh. Suddenly he twists me round and pushes me hard against the wall. I slam against it and lose my breath. He kicks my feet apart and I press my palms against the cold plaster. I can feel him undoing his trousers and listen as they fall down his legs right behind me. My pussy gushes at the sheer brutality and forceful handling of me. I am consumed by the desire for his cock ramming into me and I want him to drill me hard. He brings his hand down with full force upon my ass cheeks in a stinging blow that forces me flat against the wall. I press my forehead against the coolness and try and tilt my ass out for him. I know I deserve this treatment. Then he is in me and humping me forcefully. I am slammed again and again against the wall. I try and put my hands in the way to protect my face but he is like a wild beast and my pussy is drenched.

After some minutes of violent fucking, where my body moves from peak to peak in a cacophony of small orgasmic bursts, he stops still buried deep inside me. He gives me a few minutes to recover then begins thrusting up into me again once more. He takes my right hand and places it onto my clit and I immediately start pulling at it while he continues to fuck me. I feel wanton, masturbating while he takes his pleasure from me, acknowledging how it excites me to be used by him. He fucks me in deep, wild strokes: a bestial assault full of passion and need . With each thrust I move my hips back to force the tip of his cock ever deeper inside me. I am getting close to cumming all over his beautiful cock and I close my eyes to let my mind lose itself in his fucking of me.

"Show me what a good whore you are."

I gasp as I hear the word and I try to stop them impacting me but my orgasm is now sweeping over me and I give in to it with a loud gasp. As I squeeze and shudder through my orgasm, as I feel the excitement course through my veins he whispers into my ear, 

"Admit to me, you are a whore."

I am so grateful to this man who has given me such powerful orgasms that I want to do anything I can for him. 

"Yes," I whisper. I shut my eyes and bury my face in my arms pressed up against the wall, his body pushing into mine. I am still embarrassed by admitting it out loud. My mind stumbles over his wording. He did not say 'my whore' but 'a whore' which pushes me further. Is this the game we play, or is he making a statement about who I am?

"Yes, what?" He stops his thrusts and grips my arms. He pulls me back into his body and my breasts are forced outward and upward. I can feel the tip of his cock drive right up to my cervix.

"Don't stop..."

"Yes, what?" he repeats gripping my arms tightly. I try to squirm in his grip, make his cock move within me, excite me more, but he outwits me. I know that the only way to get him to continue fucking me is to relent to his demand. I try to resist as we both understand what he is demanding of me. I feel tears coming as I gasp out the words that I hope will satisfy him.

"Yessss. I am your worthless whore!!"

"But you are not just a whore when you are with me, are you? You like to work the booths in a sex shop."

I know what he is saying. I know I am already excited about going back there and I recall to mind watching myself in the mirror at home wearing the silver outfit and masturbating imagining the eyes of strangers upon me. I have come to love showing off my body in front of anonymous men and can't wait to be back in the booth at the end of the week. I think of the lorry drivers honking at me as they passed us on the open road. I nod my head, my back to him so he can see I am acknowledging what he is saying.

"So does that not make you just a whore who likes to flaunt her body in front of strangers, entice them to use her without caring who they are?"

There is nowhere to escape. He is relentless in his pursuit and cornering me.

"It excites you imagining those strangers masturbating as they fantasise about fucking you."

I burn with shame as he confesses my own secret desires to me. "I do."

"So does that not make you a whore to more than just me?" His logic is inescapable.

"Yes! Yes it does! It makes me a common whore," I whisper. He has forced the words from my lips, the words that for some time now I have tried to deny. This is no longer a game, it is real. I can't define when the shift happened, but we are talking about me, talking about what I am becoming. In a soft voice I add,




Grooming a Whore Ch. 04



"I am just a worthless fucking whore..." I am feeling crushed, feeling disgusted with myself. He starts up fucking my pussy really hard again. I know something significant has changed just now. I sense it. Like a deep truth has been spoken and can never now be retracted. The lashing of my pussy by his cock drives me to welcome distraction. Suddenly deep inside my belly I feel him tense and he begins to cum, his hot sperm flooding into my pussy which leaves me gasping and shaking in unison with him. It is a lovely moment as his body crushes mine against the wall and then I feel his cock slowly soften and contract within me. A long slow dribble of his cum falls from between my legs and soaks into the carpet.

"Come, clean me off and we can go upstairs." I kneel down and take his cock into my mouth. I have become so expert at cleaning his cock after he has fucked me. I have learned to love the taste of our combined fluids in my mouth. Then he takes out a wad of notes and starts to move up the stairs dropping them one by one as he goes. He knows as with any whore he has made a verbal agreement and needs to pay me, but he makes me crawl up the stairs behind him grasping for the notes. He wanders around our house like he owns it and leads me into our master bedroom. As I crawl in through the door, the banknotes screwed up in a bundle in my hand, he is standing at the end of our marital bed, the most intimate place in our home, just for Colin and me. 

"Get up on the bed and kneel down."

I do as instructed. Now Will is to make this my whore bed too. I feel sick inside at being so disloyal to Colin. Surely for all his faults he deserves better than me. I have been on a journey, willingly following where Will has pushed me, wanting to explore further. Was this what I had wanted? He certainly makes me feel alive. Before Will I was dead inside, never allowing myself such liberal sexual expression. I never knew I could feel this hot. So yes I had wanted this. Even forcing me to admit to myself that I am a whore, showing me that my desires make me like any other working girl in the seediest part of town fills me with disgust and leaves me wet. Somehow the one feeds the other. He has shown me how to feel aroused when I am disgusted with who I am and what I want.

I feel the weight of the mattress shift as he kneels on the bed behind me. His fingers are on my pussy lips. I try to spread them for him but he bats my fingers away. Something cold is pressing up against them and almost immediately something hard and round plops inside me. I can feel the weight of it as he forces another and then another inside me. My pussy bulges stretched by the large round, cold objects inside. 

"Stand up and walk about the room."

I get off the bed and I can feel the weight shifting inside me, with a will of its own. Before I know it, one of the weights has forced its way past my lips and is hanging between my legs. I pull my skirt up and lean forward to see what it is. A round steel ball, slick with my juices, is dangling from a string emanating from my pussy. I look up at Will, confused.

"Push it back in. Try and hold them inside you as you walk around."

I reach down. It is slippery and I need to grab it with three fingers and even so it slips away as I try to press it back inside. Will laughs at my attempts. I try a few more times before I can push it back inside me. It is hard work clenching my muscles to try and keep them from escaping under their weight. The heaviness of the balls bashes into the walls of my vagina and sends ripples of pleasure through me.

"A whore has to keep herself nice and tight. You will practice this for at least half an hour every day. In time you may work out how to make yourself cum while using them, but even without that you will get very turned on when you wear them."

Pleasure rewards my efforts as I strive to hold them in. I am learning the duties of a whore, feeling off balance, wondering whether all whores wear these balls to tone up their sex muscles. There is nothing I could deny this man, and nothing I could withhold from him, especially the way he makes me feel like such a slut. After several minutes two of the balls fall out and swing violently banging against my thigh. I gasp as these new sensations bombard my senses, and then the third is yanked from me. I grab them as they fall.

"Lie on the bed and lick them clean for me. I want you to practice with them so that you can wear them in front of your husband without them falling out. Do you understand?"

I nod my head. He makes me betray my husband in ways Colin does not deserve, and that makes me feel like a whore too. 

"Show me now how sexily you can clean them."

I lie back with my head resting against the headboard and I lift the string with the three dripping silver balls. I poke out my tongue and let the juices drip onto its tip. I press my lips against the lowest, kissing it and sucking in the juices whilst staring at Will. He never masturbates as he watches me; this is not a shared experience, which just reinforces in me that this is my own lewdness. It makes me feel bad, and that just makes me feel good. 

I push the first one into my mouth, like it was my pussy, and leave the other two to dangle down on the string over my chin. I then gather up the second one before pushing it slowly past my lips too. I cannot get the third one in, there is not enough space, and so I bring it up to my lips and suck upon it. Drool dribbles out of the corners of my mouth as I try to move the balls around in my mouth, wiping the juices from them with my tongue. I have been taught to associate the taste of my juices with cumming and so I love the taste. Will puts his hand out in front of my face and I spit the balls into it.

"Good girl. Now slide this into your pussy." He hands me a small rounded bullet of pink plastic. My wetness allows it to slide effortlessly inside me and once it has disappeared he looks down at his other hand and presses something. The bullet starts buzzing into life and the delightful vibration against the walls of my pussy have an immediate effect upon me. I am squirming and rubbing my clit spreading my legs and moaning. It is such a delightful torment. Will walks out the bedroom leaving me in the throes of my torture. I am his sex toy, he can walk away leaving me buzzing and knowing I will be desperate for him to cum in me when he chooses to return. I am lost at his beck and call. I am rubbing furiously at my clit and rolling around on the bed. My mind is consumed with images of Will's cock and him fucking me, rough and demanding as he had just now.

I love the way he torments my pussy by burying his toy deep inside it and then denying me. I feel the slow wind up of tension in my body. Suddenly Will enters the room and behind him follows another man, a stranger uninvited into my bedroom. Shock thumps hard into my stomach as this stranger stands in the doorway watching me as I try to control myself. It is to no avail. I am too excited, too near the edge and instead of my libido subsiding, this unknown man watching me is making me hotter.

I grab a pillow and try and cover myself. The three of us are silent in the room, no one moving and the soft sibilant sound of the bullet inside me buzzing obscenely drowns our ears. My heart is pounding in my earlobes as I stare at their legs now standing together at the end of the bed. I can't bring myself to look up at their faces. The stimulation gets the better of me from time to time and I jerk my hips and then try to squeeze the feelings out of my mind. Will comes over and sits next to me on the bed. He put his arm gently around me and pulls me to him. I start to cry as he holds me close.

"This is a friend of mine, Alfie. He just wants to watch. It's ok, he knows he has to pay." He picks up the banknotes I had dropped and straightens them out on the bedside table. Alfie, his friend, walks over and I follow the progress of his smartly dressed legs now moving up right next to me. He places another pile of crisp banknotes on top of the others.

"See how much is there. Be nice to him, for me," Will says.

He spreads the pile of money out so I can see how much is there. The clean £10 notes lie fanned out over the table and I stare at them not knowing what to think, not knowing what to do. 

"Do I have to fuck him?" I whisper. I still quiver at the remorseless stimulation inside me. I couldn't be sure whether I dreaded Will saying yes, or would be disappointed if he said no. I was so hot and being driven crazy. A part of my mind was screaming at me that I cannot do this. This is my house. Will looks me in the eye, and there is kindness in them.

"Only if you want to make another deal with him." He understands perfectly my conflicted feelings. It is as though he can see right through into my head.

"All this money is just to watch. There's no real difference with the guys who passed us in those lorries, and you enjoyed that didn't you?"

I cannot look him in the face, and I don't say anything.

"The only difference is that this way you are being paid."

They are just words and yet they are true. I have masturbated in front of strangers and so this is no different really. I am driven crazy by the persistent stimulation that constantly interrupts my thoughts. My resistance is melting. The old Judy is trying to cling on to it, but it is slippery and hard to keep hold of like the steel balls covered in my juices. I relive the pleasure a moment ago of pushing them back into my whore cunt. I can feel my resistance slip sliding away as the heat rises in my groin while I contemplate giving in and masturbating in front of Alfie.

I lower the pillow and quickly yield to the temptation. Stretched out on the bed I pull my skirt up to my waist and reach for my clit. Over stimulated I am soon bucking my hips in front of Alfie, encouraging him with my overt sexual display. He is so close to me as I wind myself up before him. I can't stop shaking. Alfie's eyes are glued upon my trembling breasts in the tight purple shiny top I have on. I have no bra and my nipples are pressing through the tight thin material. I close my eyes and try to forget he is there. The harder the demands Will makes of me, the more I know I need to push myself to meet them. Will has taken me up another rung, he is pushing me further and further up this ladder, and each step makes me more excited, more addicted to it. 

The endless stimulation in my pussy coupled with the well-practiced technique I had developed to bring myself off soon has me losing myself. I pull at my nipples through my top, pinching them viciously as I moan and buck, spreading my legs in front of Alfie. I can hear him making demeaning comments to Will about my whore cunt and the way my juices are collecting over my soaked thighs. I feel totally humiliated by the men discussing me like an object and in such crude terms. 

"Here why don't you have the remote." The words do not register with me, but I see Alfie look down at his hand and suddenly the vibration in my whore cunt accelerates. I scream. My hips take on a life of their own. I am leaping off the bed with the need to feel something hard pressed against my crotch. Alfie laughs. 

"Look at the bitch go. I've never seen a whore dance like her."

"I told you she was good."

"She would hump anything right now. Here you go."

I feel his hand come down and cup my crotch. I hate myself for what I am about to do, but the evil thing inside me is just driving me so crazy. I hump my pussy into his hand as hard as I can and I make myself cum. I can feel myself gushing over his fingers. I turn bright scarlet as they laugh and make fun of me driving my cunt into this stranger's hand. The heady scent of my odour rises from Alfie's hand and pollutes the air between us. I am appalled by what I am capable of. He snaps the vibrator off and I sink back down into the mattress. I am exhausted, humiliated and so angry with myself for not having more self-control. Will sits on the bed and opens up my pussy lips and in the gaze of Alfie teases my tormentor out of me. 

"I think the least you can do is clean out Alfie's hand." I look him in the face and my eyes plead with him, but I know it is useless, that he will insist, that it is necessary for me to do this. I lean forward and take Alfie's hand. I lower my mouth into it and suck up my own filthy, vile juices in front of him. I lick around his fingers, all the while burning with shame.

"Good girl." Will's voice is soft and encouraging as he helps me lie back on the bed and smooths down my skirt. I am breathing heavily, my chest is heaving up and down. I don't know what to do, I am out of my depth. I am strangely grateful to Will for being there and helping me deal with this.



Grooming a Whore Ch. 05



Alfie and Will are talking and I know they are talking about me, but I am too preoccupied recovering and crying over what I have just done. Will puts his arm around me and holds me. He asks me gently if I'd do Alfie a blowjob for £80. I am blushing and trembling and don't know how to respond. Will says that since it is my first time I can keep all the money, even though he introduced Alfie to me. He slowly counts out the eight £10 notes which he drops on top of the pile of cash I have already earned. My eyes follow his hands watching the pile of notes grow. He keeps talking gently to me as he holds me and lets me cry. I don't really know why I am crying. I think I am crying because of what I have become, because I know I should say no, but I want it, I know it will make me hot again, I know that taking this stranger's cock into my mouth and letting him shoot down my throat will make me cum. I have just masturbated in his hand and he can see my judgement is overruled by my pussy. I eventually say "Alright".

Will moves away and Alfie takes his place beside me, sitting on the bed. He has pulled his cock out and it rises obscenely out of his trousers in front of me. I lean forward towards it, acutely aware of Will watching. He wants to see his whore do a good job, and I want him to see me submit to this unknown man. As the hard, velvety smooth head of Alfie's cock enters my mouth I feel happy Will has pushed me again and I can show him my eagerness to follow.

As my head lowers over his hardness and I can taste his saltiness on my tongue, I hear the whine of the vibrator nearby. I twist round with one leg curled under me and the other stretched so that he can get access to my pussy. My head starts to bob as I feel his fingers pressing the vibrator over my pussy lips. It sends lightening tingles of pleasure as he moves it around first one lip and then the other. He has it pressed up against my clit and I lick my tongue all along the length of the underside of Alfie's cock. When I reach the top I open my mouth wide and keeping it open sink myself down over him. When I feel the tip of his cock strike at the back of my throat I close my lips and suck really hard before slowly withdrawing, my lips undulating tightly to either side of his cock. I repeat this over and over in long, slow, bobbing movements.

I am so sensitised by now, that Alfie pressing the vibrator against my opening sends ripples vibrating up my vagina in an onslaught of pleasure. Soon I am cumming again. Alfie is taunting me over my slutty performance as I continue to orgasm. In my excitement my mouth sucks harder and more intently upon his cock. Alfie does not last long and as soon as I can feel the familiar twitch just before he is about to ejaculate, he pushes my head abruptly back and his cock plops out of my mouth. My face is assaulted by hot threads of his semen as it splatters across it and into my hair. I stare in shock at his cock twitching at point blank range as he fires yet another salvo this time into my eye. I close my eyes but they sting with the saltiness. Layer upon layer of his hot jism slaps my cheek and nose before descending in a gradual, slimy dribble over my face. 

The first stream is dripping from my hair, over my nose and a gooey mess drips follows the contour of my nose accumulating onto my lips as I keep my mouth as tightly shut as I can. Another spurt hits the side of my nose and runs down to the corner of my lips. I can feel it pooling between them, trying to weave its way into my mouth. Now it is collecting over my chin and dripping down onto my top. A few more gobs land on my mouth and then I feel him press the tip of his cock into my lips. I daren't open my eyes, but I take him into my mouth and feel his seed spilling into the cavity behind my lower teeth. I suck upon his cock and the tip of my tongue makes its way across the slit at the end of it, teasing out the last of his cum. I feel disgusted.

As soon as he withdraws I jump off the bed and dash into the bathroom and under the shower. I stand under the hot water trying to expunge the filth from me. I scrub and scrub in the hope I can feel clean once more, yet nothing can remove the stain I feel inside of me. When at last I emerge from the shower I sit on the bathroom floor, not wishing to go back into the bedroom and face those men, not wanting to face what I had done. How low was I prepared to sink in the search for a sexual kick? Will has been showing me a darker side of myself, and it is taking me over.

I lie there on the floor weeping, feeling awful about what I had just done. Will had witnessed the whole thing, how I had let myself cum at the ministrations of another man. I am wanton. I am sure he will have nothing further to do with me. I had done it for him, but I had gone too far. Shown him how easy I was. I am ashamed of who I am. He walks in and finds me still on the floor of the bathroom, my eyes red from weeping, listless. He sits down next to me and I hug him tightly, not wanting to let go. 

"You were such a good sport, Judy. Alfie told me before he left that you are very hot. He had a really good time and would like you to do him again soon. I am so proud of you." He squeezes me tight in his arms as we embrace on the floor.

"You... you don't think I'm awful," I stutter.

"No, Judy, you are beautiful. Alfie couldn't resist you, and you were ever so good the way you took him for me and opened yourself to him."

We sat on the bathroom floor Will holding me like some frightened child, stroking my hair. I asked him.

"What have you done to me? I hardly recognise myself anymore."

He disentangles my arms. I don't want to let him go, but he tells me he has to leave. I stand up and follow him naked into the bedroom. It was so wrong of me to blame him for what I had wanted, and now he was punishing me by leaving. I had cum, I knew that no one can make you cum, you have to like what is happening to you; and I did like what was being done to me, however much I hated myself for it. Will picks up the pile of money and puts it into my hand.

"If you fuck anyone other than me, remember to always use a condom. Always! No exceptions." He looks searchingly into my face. I nod having nothing else to say.

"I'll call you soon." I go to kiss him but he turns his face away. I feel really hurt, thinking he despises me for doing Alfie. I realise after he has gone that I have just been sucking Alfie's cock. Of course he wouldn't kiss me. I feel empty inside. I am not sure I will see him again. I turn and see myself in the mirror naked and soiled. On the bed the little mischievous bullet lies discarded, smeared with my juices still over it, the bedsheets are crumpled where I have tossed and squirmed on them. The taste of Alfie is still in my mouth. In my hand is a large pile of money and I strangely I feel better. The notes confirm what I had confessed earlier, that I am a whore.

The next day Will calls me and asks me to meet him at one of the best hotels in town. I was so certain he would find me grotesque for enjoying doing Alfie yesterday. I am so thrilled he is going to take me out to a fancy hotel. He has not lost interest in me in spite of my sick perverted ways. Going to a fancy restaurant is just what I need after feeling so miserable about myself all day yesterday. Will is such an amazing guy. He has the ability to swing my mood between extremes. I really thought I had gone too far and yet it seems he still wants me. 

I rummage through my wardrobe to find something sexy to wear for him. I find a bright pink top that stretches over my tits and is held in place by black laces that I tie in a bow in front. The skirt I choose is of flowing cotton, black with white dots and is so short that only about an inch or two of material flares out from under the top. I slip on some black stockings which are hold-ups so the pattern around the elastics is visible under the frill of the skirt. Finally to finish off I have some black leather boots with a good sized heel. I look at myself in the mirror and know he is going to find me smoking.

We meet in the lobby and he kisses me tenderly right there in front of everybody. I do not deserve this man. He puts his arm around me and walks me over to the lifts. As the lift ascends he signals to me what he wants and I obediently raise my little skirt to show him my naked pussy with no panties to conceal it. He knows this as yesterday I discovered that true to his word, he had emptied my panty drawer. I don't know what he did with them, but I did check the front lawn before Colin got home! So even if I had wanted to, I now have no panties left to wear. I love the way he controls access to my pussy.

"Good girl" he says and he kisses me again, pressing me against the wall of the lift. His hands press into my tits and he rubs my nipples making them hard. As the doors open we are once more standing side by side, but now my nipples are prominently pushed out through the thin fabric of my top. The couple who have been waiting for the lift stare at my chest as we walk out past them. I smile up at Will as I hang on to his arm. This guy certainly knows how to show me off. When we get into the room I naughtily put my hand on his crotch.

"Not so fast you slut. Let's eat first." 

He calls room service and orders us a meal and a bottle of wine. The meal is delicious and the wine expensive. He is making a real effort. After a few drinks he starts talking about what we have been doing together. 

"I can tell how much you love being a dirty little slut." I blush and mumble something. 

"Tell me, I can't hear you." 

"Yes..."

"Yes what? Tell me, I want to hear you say it."

I hesitate. This was a familiar game, and yet I still feel awful when I actually hear myself say such nasty things about myself.

"Yes you have taught me to like being your dirty little slut." 

"Yesterday you were a dirty little slut for Alfie too, weren't you? Truth is you like to think you are a nice girl, but really you are just a fucking dirty slut. You gave yourself to Alfie because you wanted him."

He pulls me closer on the loveseat and kisses me passionately. His tongue forces its way inside my mouth. His words drive home my own thoughts, and yet he loves the fact I'm a dirty slut. I snuggle up against him.

"That wasn't so difficult was it? Now we both understand what you are, I am going to find you plenty more cock to keep my slut happy."

As I lie cuddled in the warmth of his embrace I think about what he has just said. It is a relief that we can talk openly about my slutty ways. Having the appetite to be a whore is not so bad really, not as long as I have Will. We move over to the bed and this time he is my dream lover. I love the games we play. He slowly undresses me, tenderly kissing my mouth, my neck, and down to my nipples. Oh it feels so good. I can feel his warmth as my body is revealed to him. I lie on the bed naked watching him as he starts to undress himself. He was making a show for me and I am very appreciative of his muscular body. He climbs back upon the bed and we kiss hotly. His hands roam over my body, sliding all the way down my back and over my ass. His fingers are so strong as he digs them into my flesh.

Before long his face disappears between my widespread legs. I am squirming as he gently kisses and licks at my pussy. I moan and try to push myself against his face. His slut is always ready for him. He makes me wait. Every time I try to force the pace he pulls back and waits until I relent. He flicks his tongue over my clit. It feels incredible. I can't stop myself trying to grind my pussy against his face as he laps up my juices and pulls my lips into his mouth. Yet he is so quick and the slow merciless build-up of pleasure is a torture he makes me endure. I need him in me so badly and yet still I am made to wait. Only when he is sure I am too worked up to take any more does he start my climb to orgasm. 

He begins by finger fucking me as he sucks my clit in between his lips which clamp it on either side. Straight away I respond, bucking my hips, driving my pussy down on his fingers pushing them in deeper. He presses down upon my belly to still me. Only when I am still, the sounds of my heavy breathing as I pant for what is to come next, does he twist his hand round and press his thumb deep into my rectum. He has me in a vice like grip between fingers and thumb. He slowly starts rotating his thumb inside me, pressing it against the pads of his fingers and the walls of my pussy and anus are twisted around with them. The waves of pleasure he generates within me by this simple movement rests all control from me. I am putty in his hand and he is ruthlessly intent on ratcheting up my pleasure zones. 

In no time I am cumming, shaking and thrusting against his hand. He buries his face back into the narrow confines between my legs and drinks greedily as my juices drain from me. I buck and press my cum drenched slit into his face and scream. If it had been possible to swallow his head up into my slit I would have done it. He pulls away and then swings his leg over me. His cock comes down over my face as he continues to pleasure my pussy with his tongue. I swallow him greedily, taking in as much of his length as I can, while he spreads my pussy with his hands and begins to lick all around my bloated lips. I suck as hard as I can waiting to feel the eruption of his cum in my mouth. He works hard at my pussy, which must be a real sloppy mess, but he doesn't seem to mind. The roughness of his tongue forces its way into my opening right down to its base where he flicks it and starts over again. When he starts sucking on my clit again I respond by cumming and he drinks from me once more. 

Will just seems to have so much stamina. While I feel drained after two orgasms in quick succession, he is busy helping me up into the next position.

"Get on all fours in the middle of the bed." He mounts me from behind, and he slides straight into me and starts fucking me like a wild animal. It is incredible. He has his hands under my pelvis and uses his strong leg muscles to ram home his cock and drive me to the head of the bed before dragging me back. I don't know if I can take any more. I feel he is going to split me in two. As his cock jerks and spasms inside me, he grabs hold of my right tit and squeezes it really hard. I welcome it. I am his dirty little slut to fuck and I love when he takes me like this, uncaring of me absorbed in his own needs to use me.

After all that we lay there hearts thudding and we sleep tangled together for a bit. I have never cum so much or felt so satisfied before. 

"Let's take a shower. The hotel has a big marble shower in every room, big enough for both of us."

We stand in the shower together soaping each other off. At first we are just playful but soon we are teasing each other and his cock becomes rock hard again. I am having such a wonderful time. I feel he is treating me like his girlfriend and I love it. Together we soap up his hard cock.

"Bend over that marble shelf." It is set into the wall and as I lean over it I can feel the cold of the stone upon my breasts. I have no idea what he is about to do, but I am very excited in anticipation. Will removes the shower head from the clip that is holding it on the wall. He then pushes it up between my legs and turns on the pulsing hot water, firing it directly into my soaking wet pussy. I moan and cry out and in about a minute I am thrashing about yet again. I feel I am about to die from the unremitting pleasure. I have never even imagined it was possible to feel this turned on. He presses his soapy wet cock up against my bottom while I am still trembling and starts to push it in. I force myself to relax and open myself to him. His sudsy cock slides deep into my ass.

"Oh yeah," I groan, "it feels so good." Already I accept as normal his use of my ass hole.

The pulsing beat of the warm water splashing against my pussy stimulates my nerve endings as my ass is being stretched and punished by his stiff hard cock. I don't want it to stop.

"Yessss, yessssssssssss! My asshole belongs to you!" I scream. "Take it! Take my whore ass all for you..." I shout as I cum. He continues fucking me hard and working the shower over my pussy.

"Tell me who owns you baby?"

"Yooooooooooooouuuuu!!"

"And what are you?"

"A dirty whore sluuuuuuuuuuuutttttttt!!"

"So when I tell I'm going to sell your whore ass you will do it for me, won't you?"

"Oh God, oh god... Yesss...yessss. I will... I will." I am panting through the words. That is sooo hot.

"You know I will sell it. You know already you want me to sell your whore ass about town." Is there a limit to how excited you can become? Will always manages to find another rung to take me beyond what I think possible.

"I do...I do... Do it!" I am not thinking about his words, just revelling in them.

"And what about your whore cunt and your whore mouth? Shall I sell those too? Will you freely sell them to whoever I choose?" 

I am just so excited I agree to anything, and the more dirty the more he raises the stakes, the more I am willing.

"All...all! Sell them all. I am your whore."

"Good girl. You know you want this."

"I doooooooo..." I am so happy, and the filthy words I am being made to say seem to push me up towards another orgasm. My body cannot keep up with all the stimulation. I feel as though I will never stop cumming as he rams his hardness into me, on and on and my limp body is driven backwards and forwards by the force of his thrusts. My head ricochets from the marble wall and my breasts are squashed flat against the shelf, yet I embrace the pain wishing him never to stop ramming me. Eventually his hot semen floods into my bottom and I reach an amazing climax, repeating phrases such as: 

"I am your slut, I am your whore. Please sell my body!!" 

I lie with my cheek against the cooling stone unable to calm myself back down. Dribble runs from the corner of my mouth, my head swims and I can feel the slow soggy passage of his cum down the backs of my legs. I can't move. I am a bruised and ravaged rag doll just lying there waiting for him to pick me up again. My life revolves around cumming and cumming and cumming. Surely I cannot continue to be this aroused all the time.

Will stands behind me letting the water cascade over us both his hand is pressed against the marble wall right by my head. He snaps the water off and soon has me wrapped up and warm in a white towel. He leads me back to the bed whispering in my ear how pleased he is with me. Before I fall asleep I murmur,

"I love you."

"I know."

My eyes are heavy and I have no idea whether Will stays and sleeps with me a little before he leaves or not. I sleep through the night and wake the next morning to the sound of the telephone ringing. It is Will. I am so thrilled to hear his voice first thing in the day; that he troubles to call me and wake me. I start to gabble on about how great it has been these days with him, that no one has ever made me cum like that, when he interrupts me.

"You need to get home for 12:30."

"12:30?" I echo. Suddenly I think of Colin. I was out all night and I never called. I put my hand to my mouth. What will I tell him? I hear Will's voice in the background.

"Don't forget now! It's important you be there."

"K." I am not really taking it in. I am so frustrated with Colin. Now I have to think of some excuse. Why should I? I am so fed up with it all. I phone Colin at work and apologise. I said I was out with the girls. I am not sure he believed me, but what else could I tell him: that I was being fucked up the ass by my lover and agreeing to whore myself for him.

I look around the hotel room and smile to myself. There is plenty of time before Will comes to the house and plenty of things to take advantage of in this plush hotel. There is my pile of money on the desk, extra as always for my ass. I smile and think there are definitely perks to being a whore. 




Grooming a Whore Ch. 05



At 12:00 the doorbell goes. I rush to the door and Will is standing there. I am so excited. He has come early to see me.

"I can't stop. I was just passing by to deliver these." He holds out a plastic bag. It looks like a grocery bag, nothing special.

"Aren't you coming in?"

"No. You will need these. Make me proud." He smiles and turns and walks away. I stand staring at his back, unable to take in what is happening. Only once he has driven off do I close the door and look in the bag. What could have been so important? Inside I find a large selection of condoms all loose. I just stare at them dumbly. It takes an age to sink in that in under half an hour some stranger is going to arrive at the house to use my whore cunt. 

I think back to yesterday and all the things I had said. To me they were a game but I could see now that for Will it meant much more. He expected me to sell my whore cunt for him, and I had agreed to do it. Once more I found myself between conflicting emotions as I realise that I have little time to get ready. I rush upstairs with no time to think more.

Inside I am empty and lost. Such a short time, I need longer. My stomach lurches every time I think about what I am about to do. Surely he wasn't going to send his 'friends' to the house was he? But I know I don't have any say. Make me proud of you, is what he said. I quickly tidy the bedroom. Half an hour, that gives me no time to contemplate what I am about to do. I am grateful for that. I think it is the only way I could go through with this. I throw my clothes into the bottom of the wardrobe and dig out one of my sluttiest outfits. I just have enough time to put them on when the doorbell rings. My heart leaps. What would he be like? Would he find me worth the money?

As I open the door I see a very ordinary middle aged man standing on the doorstep. My stomach turns to jelly as I think about having to let him into my house and to fuck me. Suddenly this is all horribly real. An unknown man on my doorstep and as we look at each other we both know why we are here. I would back out, but where could I back out to? This is my home and he is on the doorstep. As I am assaulted by all these raging thoughts I smile my best smile and try to bury everything. I want him to think this is all normal business for me, although I don't understand why I should care. Perhaps if I can convince myself this is all normal then everything will be ok. I just have to get through this. I take him upstairs to our bedroom, to the bedroom my husband and I share - our marriage bed. But I can't allow myself to think about that. I undress for him without feeling embarrassed, in fact I feel nothing. I surprise myself at how easily this all comes to me. He wants a blowjob so I sink to my knees in front of him and take out his cock. My mind was in neutral as I follow my training. 

I reason to myself that this guy is just like Alfie, and he was ok. Will was proud of the blowjob I gave him. I swirl my tongue around his cock and my saliva coats the sides of his hard shaft. I know I am fooling myself. Will is not here, this is not a friend of his. This is business, my business. I work harder on his cock, up and down, up and down. I don't like the taste in my mouth and I wonder how clean it is. Then maybe that is just me, hating myself because this is not Will, hating myself for what I am doing anyway. He puts his hands to either side of my head and tilts my head upwards. His cock plops out. 

"I want to fuck you now."

I go over and take one of the condoms I left in a glass bowl. I had tipped out my cotton balls and filled it with some of the condoms just before he had arrived. I tear it open with my teeth and pull out the wet rubber. His erection is hard and tall as I kneel before it. I studiously slip the tip over the end of his cock and start to roll it open down the sides. He has me kneel in our chair, the chair Colin sits on when he ties his shoes in the morning. I put my arms on the back and push my butt out. He stands behind me, his hands upon my hips, and I can feel the cold rubber at my entrance. I tense. I try not to, but I cannot help myself. He is not gentle, he just forces his way in and I cry out. I feel so violated by him. He fucks me from behind and I keep imagining Colin sitting on our bed watching. I feel so disloyal, an absolute slut, and I know the only way to escape these feelings is to cum. Yet I cannot cum, not with this man, this stranger who I have agreed can fuck me for £120. He cums quickly, kneading my breasts painfully. I don't feel anything, drifting myself off into another world. I do not allow myself to bother about what he is doing to my body, or that I have allowed my whoring ways to invade our home. As he leaves he says Will wants me to ring him straight away. I do so eagerly. 

"How did it go?"

I describe for him how I had undressed in front of him. It is only at this point I suddenly realise I have no idea of his name. It sounds absurd that I hadn't realised before, but as I try to describe all that happened I keep stumbling over the lack of name. I tell him how I had started sucking his cock until he made me kneel in our chair and fuck me. 

"You have been such a good girl. You've done really well. Now make the bed and go have a shower." 

"Why?" I ask suddenly excited. "Are you coming over?"

"No Judy, not today, but you have another customer in half an hour."

"Oh." I am so disappointed. I felt sure he would reward me with a visit, but I have to make do with another stranger.

That afternoon two more guys come to the house to fuck this whore and both of them fuck me on our bed. The second one fucks me from behind and as I kneel down taking it from him I feel his finger try to worm its way into my ass hole. I struggle and try to dislodge it and his face, the smell of his alien aftershave, is by my head. "Easy... Easy. Just relax." I think of Will and imagine he is here finger fucking me as I whore myself. It is too degrading thinking of unknown men walking into our home and my allowing them to shove their fingers up my ass.

With his finger still buried deep in my belly I feel the heat and expansion of the condom inside my pussy as he ejaculates inside me. I jump up and turn around wishing to escape his handling of me as quickly as I can. As I pull the condom off a gush of semen dribbles out from his flaccid cock. I try to catch it in my hand but only succeed in dropping the loaded condom all over the bed sheets. My heart leaps in fright as I watch the cloudy pool soak slowly through the sheets and into the mattress. I think about Colin and I sleeping on this cum-soaked bed tonight. How has it come to this? I will have to change the sheets but it won't really save the day. I'll just have to hope Colin doesn't notice. I feel so stupid and clumsy. When he leaves I strip the bed thinking it is over for the day when a loud knock on the door startles me. I rush to the door not wanting any of the customers to be waiting outside our house.

A fourth guy has turned up and he demands sex even though I try to put him off. I know Will wants me to make him proud, but I have stripped the bed. Yet this punter is not to be deterred and I have to take him upstairs. He is rough and pushes me onto the mattress and straddling me he pulls open his belt. I stare up at him thinking he is going to strike me with it, but he just drops it to the floor and pulls open his trousers. He reaches down and grabs my hair and pulls my head up close to his cock. Its scent fills my nostrils as my face is pulled right up close to it.

"Take it and pull on it. I want to spray across your face." He is brusque, demanding. I want to rebel, but I am trapped underneath him as I stare up at him. The handful of my hair in his large hand pulls and tugs on my scalp and I try to keep very still but it still hurts. I reach forward tentatively and grab his cock. It feels rock hard in my hand and all I can think about is the mattress under me being unprotected.

He is massaging one of my breasts and pulling on my nipple as my hand slides up and down his length. I just want this to be over. My nipples are sore and yet coerced by his handful of my hair I push them out for him. I keep telling myself that Will sent him, so everything will be ok. I still feel tense inside, but the thought that Will sent him knowing he would abuse me as Will has abused me goes someway to reassure me. He pulls out something from his pocket and he dangles it over my face. It is a tassle, bright red and he flicks it across my nose. I giggle, still pulling on his hardness waiting for it to explode over me. I wish he would just fuck me like the other guys, this is somehow so much more humiliating. He suddenly lets go of my hair and reaches down grabbing my left breast. He squeezes it mercilessly and I yelp. The blood rushes to it and he clips a loop around my teat and pulls it tight. The tassle dangles from my left breast, the cotton thread biting into my hardened teat. He grabs again at my hair and drags my face to stare down at the tip of his cock. 

My breath is coming faster now. Although the pain is still there, the tassle adorns my body like a slave girl in a harem. I concentrate on his cock, watching and waiting for it to explode. I can see I am having an effect as he arches his back and his eyes are screwed tight shut. I pull more and more vigorously to make him cum when suddenly he releases my hair and pushes me back onto the mattress. His head swings up and he grabs his cock. A large spray shoots from it and covers me from groin to my hair. Another snaking, slimey stream wriggles across the air above the bed and I feel it slap against my right shoulder and sink into the mattress above my head. I sit up and open my mouth just in front of the tip of his cock to catch the rest before he smothers the mattress any further. He pumps his cock, spurting the rest of his seed straight down my throat as I leave my mouth open like a bowl for him to fill.

When he finally finishes he unclips the tassle and the blood boils into my swollen teat. I feel completely ruined by this man as he drops a large bundle of notes onto the bed and pulls his trousers up. He leaves and I try to mop up the mattress as best as I can. There is a large wet patch soaked into it. Unknowingly, Colin is going to sleep in a whore's bed tonight. Having cleaned up the room as best as I can I call Will. I am excited to talk to him after this day of my initiation, and to hear a friendly voice. 

"Did you remember to use the condoms?" 

"Yes I did. I need to go shower before Colin gets back."

"I am just imagining your husband snuggled up with you tonight. He has no idea you have been entertaining other men in your bed today. What would he say, I wonder, if he knew he was married to a whore? Judy, I am so pleased with what you've done today. I know you need this."

Did that make it alright? It shouldn't have, and yet I put the phone down smiling that I had made him pleased with me. The next day is Friday and Will calls round to take me to the booth. He checks out my shiny silver outfit approvingly and smiles.

"You have done so well for your first day. I am proud of the way you embrace your appetites." He kisses me deeply and passionately and holds me tight in his arms. I want to tell him the last guy made me uncomfortable, the way he used me. I felt soiled. But I don't want to spoil the mood, I know Will expects me to deal with it. Right now I feel relieved in his embrace and so happy that he is proud of me. It means so much to me what he thinks of me. Maybe the whoring isn't so bad. Maybe he is right, this is who I am.

"You had four customers. You must have earned a lot." He stands before me looking expectantly until I realise I owe him his cut of the money. I go and fetch my purse and count out the share we had agreed. 

"You see how much you have earned in one day?" He beams at me and I smile up at him. The pile of money I earned is still in my hand. It is such a lot. I wonder when he is going to kiss me again. We stand facing each other in the dining room when he bends me over the table and pulls my skirt up in one swift motion. I am taken by surprise and the wind is knocked from me, but my pussy responds immediately. It glistens with moisture for him. I hear the zip of his trouser and wait as he pulls his cock free. I lie there bent over, needy, my mind obsessed with the thought of him about to fuck me and my body is already stilled, waiting for him. Suddenly his cock pushes into my cunt and everything seems alright. He fucks me sprawled across our dining table, the place where Colin and I sit opposite each other, to eat without really talking.

Feeling Will fucking me, the rub of his jeans against my bare ass makes me feel really dirty, but dirty in a nice way. He puts his hand round and onto my clit. I am pushing back against him and as my hips tilt my clit brushes across his finger tip. While he fucks me and rubs me he starts to ask me about my customers.

I describe how the first guy sat in the chair while I knelt down in front of him and drew out his cock. He makes me describe every detail: how it was as he slipped into my mouth, what I did with my tongue, did I suck upon it? I relive every moment of these strangers using me as he pounds his cock into me. I am getting turned on by telling him of all the filthy whore things I have done. He upsets me a bit when I tell him the first guy gave up on the blowjob and decided to fuck me instead.

"Well I am not surprised. Did you put the condom on him?"

"Yes. As I knelt before him I pulled one out from the drawer by the chair and ripped it open with my teeth. His cock was so long and hard, it stood vertically as I slipped the bulb over the end and rolled it all the way down his shaft."

"Then what happened?" his thrusts continue long and hard as he forces me to recall each and every moment of what I had done. The more detail I give, the more both of us are wound up, like a spring being coiled tighter and tighter.

"I stood up and he pushed me over the end of the bed. He grabbed my hips and sank his cock straight into my pussy. I was so open it went in with one swift movement."

"Like I'm doing now?" he asked.

"Yes. Like this, but I was naked."

"Judy, you are my willing little whore. Did he make you cum?"

"No, I didn't cum... I didn't want to."

By now he was fucking me hard and I found it a struggle to talk.

"Tell me about number two."

"The second guy... he...ooooh... he had me rub him all over... with my hands," 

I am nearly cumming , but I need to tell him about the third guy's cum seeping into our bed clothes. I know it will make me cum harder.

"He... said he... wanted... to... fuck meee. He fucked me on our bed and so did the third guy."

He is hammering me so hard now.

"The third... haaaa...haaa.. guy when I pulled... The condom off... oh god! I spilt his semen everywhere."

"Did you sleep in it last night?"

"I...I couldn't. Colin... Not to smell it."

"You could have fucked Colin before you slept and he wouldn't have realised he was sleeping in another man's cum."

"Oh god... oh god yesssss. I should have done that. That's so hot."

"Next time I want you to empty the condoms over your belly and rub their cum into your soft flesh. I want you to sleep with the cum of your punters on you."

I buck and spurt my juice all over the table. I am so hot by what he is telling me to do.

"Fuuuuuuuuuccck!! You just made me cum!" His cock is still pounding me. 

"I mean it. You will do it next time with each punter after they fuck you.." 

"He also put his finger up my asshole as he fucked me. I didn't want him to."

"Did he make you feel cheap with his finger buried in your asshole while you let him cum inside you?"

"Yesssssssss! He did." 

"But you like it when you have to give up your ass don't you?"

"Yes, yes...I do. I love it. I love it when you fuck me in the assssssss." 

"Do you want me to finger fuck your ass now while I fuck your cunt?"

"Pleeeeassse! Do it. Ram your finger up my dirty ass." I am so turned on by this dirty talk.

"Did you like being a whore yesterday?"

"No! No I didn't. That last guy made me feel really cheap and nasty. He made me point his cock at my face and hung a tassle from my tit. It hurt!"

"But you like it when it hurts a bit, don't you?"

"Yessss. I know I shouldn't, but I can't help it."

"And you get hot telling me about what you did too."

"I loooove it! Talking dirty is making me so hot right now."

"So you may not like it at the time, but you get yourself hot confessing the exploits of a dirty little whore, doesn't it?"

"Yes... Yess it does. I know I shouldn't say it, I know this is wrong, but I want it, I do it for you." I am panting, gasping for air between his thrusts.

"So you like to feel cheap."

"Yes. I do. I doooo. Fuck this worthless whore."

He slips his finger deep down my asshole while his cock throbs inside of me. He starts to press his cock against my tight asshole, rubbing it along the crack. I try to open myself as best I can for him, but he is just teasing me. He walks around the table until he is opposite me. He points his throbbing cock at my face and masturbates himself with his hand. I slide my hand down onto my pussy and masturbate too as I watch his cock and wait for him to shoot across our dinner table and all over my upturned face. As the hot ribbons of his cum sting my cheeks I cum. The combination of telling him my dirty stories, having his cum splash over my face and knowing it went right across our polished dining surface tips me over.

Yesterday these things had seemed so degrading to me and I just wanted to get through it. Now Will is showing me how to embrace it, how to love it. I still feel degraded by these acts, and yet he is integrating them into our game, normalising it. I cum so hard when Will fucks me, and if I take it from Will then he shows me it is ok to take it from my punters. I need the orgasms he feeds me with. In between I think so badly about myself and what I am doing, but he makes me cum in such powerful erotic ways that I cannot now give it up. I don't want to listen to that rational voice warning me I should stop. He presents his cock for me to clean and then I go and clean myself and wipe over the dining table before we set off for my stint at the booth.



Grooming a Whore Ch. 06



I despise myself. I have allowed myself to get carried away and done some despicable things. I hardly recognise who I am anymore. How could I have let things get this far? I am resolved to tell Will that I can't entertain his friends at my home anymore. It is hot but it's not right. It sickens me that I can whore myself in my own home but it is worth it when I report back to Will all about my adventures. 

It is as though someone else has wandered into my body and taken me over. How else can I explain how what was until so recently important to me: my home and my relationship with my husband now makes my mouth fill with ash? I am too ashamed to tell Colin what I have been doing, yet I crave to show off my body. My 'normal' clothes keep me in a state of frustration. I can't wait to slip into my alter-ego. I do lead a double life for when I'm with Colin I feel foul and deceitful and I'd better get my act together; yet when I think of giving up Will and settling down I feel claustrophobic, trapped, I can't breathe. I cannot give up on my new high octane life.

"Where were you the other night when you didn't come home?" It's a difficult subject for both of us, as neither of us know where it will lead.

"I told you I was out with the girls. We just went to a bar and it got late. So I stayed over." I can see he doesn't believe me.

"You've never done that before." What can I say to head him off?

"Well I just needed sometime away." It trails there in the air, floating like an unpleasant odour in the room that repulses both of us. I can see the uncertainty in his eyes and yet he doesn't push it. When we are together I feel so guilty and resentful towards Colin and there is an awful part of me that delights in seeing his uncertainty, his insecurity. I think he has taken me for granted for too long.

We are both reticent to acknowledge our marriage is struggling because for me there is nothing on the other side of that. Will has not said anything about me leaving Colin and I am not sure he is ready to take me in. He has not said anything about our future and I am not sure whether it would be too pushy of me to ask him, although I do let him know how frustrated I am in my marriage. As for Colin, I think he is just afraid to admit the problems between us, as he doesn't know how to fix them.

The weekends are a struggle for me as I long for Will to call round. I am certain that if he showed up he would fuck me right in front of Colin and I'd let him. I seem to have no shame, I am consumed by Will, but I am not so sure whether I love him now in the way I did. My feelings are confused. I am tormented by my desires and feel revulsion for what I do to appease them. Being with Will is my release. I feel good around him, off balance. I love to dangle helplessly on the end of his chain waiting for him to contact me. When he is not with me, the whore inside me is on hold. She has become such a dominant force in my life that when she is not satisfied she leaves me no pleasure in anything. 

But our home now is not a refuge but a torment. I have tainted every corner of it and it haunts me. I sit opposite Colin eating our meals at the table and stare at the polished wood and myself sprawled across it, Will fucking me hard his cum splattering over the pristine, house-proud surface. It disgusts me that I am capable of that and I irrationally blame Colin. I know it is not fair, but it is the only way I find to deal with it. I snap at him and make his life a misery. 

Through the day I think about going to bed and lying next to Colin where I have invited in so many strangers. I am confounded by images of being used me over and again, and under the clean sheets on which we sleep lurks the dark stains that I cannot get out of the mattress. I am kept on edge, both aroused and disgusted - it is becoming a familiar contradiction for me.

I wonder whether the neighbours have noticed. I wonder what Colin would think if he found out. I feel so bad, unclean around him. I hate this and would do anything to escape these feelings. I just need to cum and while I masturbate in the toilet I can escape for a while my torment.

On Sunday Colin goes off to the golf club. I think he must find the atmosphere at home choking too. My words are abrupt, critical and laced with anger. Colin is just the same. We don't talk about what we need to talk about, but lace our everyday lives with the vinegar of our anger. In our roundabout way we blame each other for our failing relationship, and yet I know he is more in the right than I am. I have done terrible things to him and this just fuels my vitriol towards him all the more.

The moment he has driven off down the road I exhale with relief, I feel free. I rush upstairs and dig out my whoring clothes. I stare at myself in the mirror, so hot, so sensual. I want Will to be there to see me. I can see a whore before me, I know how this makes me look and yet I feel less fake. I have become a different person, not afraid to express my own sexuality, flaunt my body. I have bought a very small tight pair of hot pants in a bright blue colour. There are two tiny little pockets at the back, but it is so tight it is impossible to feed my fingers into them. The sweeping curve of my ass looks so hot as I stand with my back to the mirror and look at them. I can see the erotic way the seam sweeps down the line of my ass crack and disappears between my legs. I follow it with my finger imagining how it will look in the booth this week, and I press my finger where my asshole is and recall Will pushing his finger in as I described to him how the punter finger fucked me. I have a pair of boots, a deeper blue with heels and platforms. They tilt my ass deliciously. I turn round and look at my crotch fit snugly inside the tight material. Although I have always been brought up to think of a whore as someone to look down on, I know many girls do, yet I actually think I like being a whore. 

The following day Colin heads off to work and I try to call Will. We have to talk, I have to stop him sending more guys to the house. I love dressing this way for him, and for the guys at the booth, but in my home it is becoming too real. Will does not pick up and with sinking heart I hear the doorbell go. My first punter arrives and I try to tell him I am not working but he starts to make a scene and I am afraid of attention being drawn to what is going on so I invite him in. Once inside he doesn't take no for an answer. What can I do? If I argue with him I will just rob myself of the opportunity to call Will and the next punter will be here.

I lead him upstairs and tell myself that as soon as I can get through to Will then I won't need to do this any more. Once we are on the bed then it is business as usual and there is something delicious about being cornered, forced to take a step back and let the whore take over our bedroom. I know I will feel guilty, I already do, but that just adds to the occasion. 

More punters arrive at the house and still I cannot get through to Will. My weak attempts to put them off are swept aside by one guy who throws his money down and grabs my clothes tearing them on my body. He is angry and demands sex from me. He shows me that actually I do not have a choice. He fucks me in our hall, sprawled across the carpet, ramming his cock hard and fast into my asshole. I make a lot of noise as the guy on top of me forces his way in. I don't feel hot or aroused by him, although his brutality melts something in me. It is all an act. Will told me that it doesn't matter whether I cum or not but the punters want to believe I cum hard as they fuck me. I know it makes them feel better so I pretend for the guy on top of me. I have acquired a taste for rough sex and before long I realise it is not all an act. 

All the while I am thinking about telling Will of my exploits, telling him each and every one of my dirty little adventures while he makes me cum. The sensible me that was desperate to end this is being washed away by the sperm of the punters erupting inside me protected only by the ever so thin rubber of a condom. It makes me so hot being a whore. I know my real fear is losing myself entirely to the whore.

After that I stop any attempt to try and put off the punters and submit myself to being Will's whore. I store up details of the visits of each punter excited to tell Will later. The first I know there is a problem is when the bedroom door swings open while one of the punters is buried deep inside my cunt. My legs are wrapped around his back and I am groaning and panting dutifully. I am so shocked that we are not alone, my stomach lurches and my heart leaps into my mouth. At first I think I must have left the front door open and the next punter has arrived early. I worry that I messed up and how Will is going to react. Still groaning and roaming my hands over the chest of the big guy pounding me I try to see over his shoulder. To my horror I see Colin standing at the door staring in disbelief at my naked body entwined with a stranger, his body draped between my legs, his hips pistoning in and out of me on our bed. My heart squeezes painfully tight in my chest. I immediately stop my moaning and try to push the punter off me. He still hasn't realised what has just happened and he keeps fucking me as I stare helplessly at Colin from under his bulk.

Colin clears his throat to let him know he is there. The guy hesitates and turns around. Seeing my husband he assumes he is just another punter.

"Wait your turn. I ain't finished yet."

"Can you leave my house. I have to talk to my wife." Colin's voice is stern but I can hear the shake in it.

That got his attention. He stops fucking me and stares into my face, his cock still buried to the hilt inside me. He must have seen the terror there and realised the truth. I cannot imagine what he thought of me: a wife who whored herself out in her own family home. I felt sick in the stomach. What could I say? I had been caught red-handed. He pulls himself off me and picks up his clothes and drops the notes on the end of the bed. He stares at me with disdain; paying me in front of my husband just reinforcing his contempt for me. He leaves the room without a word either to me or to Colin. Worse still, he shows no sign of remorse or guilt. As he passes Colin in the doorway he grins and walks calmly out.

Colin slumps down in the chair as I sweep up the sheets to cover my nakedness. I am ashamed of my nakedness in front of my husband, and yet think nothing of stripping in front of strangers. I just stare at him. I can't think of anything to say, anything that could make this look any less bad.

"You know I just couldn't believe it when Mrs Jameson rang me at work to tell me you had had several male visitors to the house of late and she wondered what kind of entertaining you were doing. She sounded rather apologetic, I don't think she could believe it either when she first got the anonymous tip off. But then she started watching the house and could see for herself. As I drove over here I thought she was a busy-body and was already preparing to give her a piece of my mind."

He pauses and waits to see what I might say in my defence. But I keep quiet, looking down afraid of what will come next. I know anything I might say would just infuriate him further. Then his anger bursts.

"God Judy!! I can't believe you!" He gets up and paces up and down to relieve some of his nervous energy.

"You didn't even try to be discrete. You just don't seem to care what the whole neighbourhood thinks, or how your antics reflect upon me."

He stands up and walks over towards me. I am sure he is going to hit me, but he picks up my discarded skirt. It is one of my tiny and flimsy mini-skirts and it has a stain on it. A previous punter had pushed me over onto it as soon as I had slipped the condom over him and he had fucked me while it had remained crumpled up underneath me. I felt awful as I watched him pick up the crumpled garment gingerly and stare at it with horror. 

"I don't understand... You mean you like degrading yourself in these clothes? Are you some kind of a slut? I don't know what has got into you. You prefer this to a proper decent relationship?"

He starts pacing the room again as if he might explode if he stays still for too long. I look at him from the corner of my downturned eye. I am so scared right now.

"All you seem to think about is yourself. You don't care how hard I have worked to provide for us and to progress my career that we may live in more comfort and do those things we want. All this while you have been laughing at me when I am out, prostituting yourself here in our home, gorging yourself in your own sordid appetites. You are a shameless harlot." 

I take it all, I deserve it, every last drop. I hate myself for what I have done. He notices the pile of money left by the bed for my services.

"You... You..." he is running out of words to express his indignation, taken over by his anger. I feel the pit of my stomach drop several storeys. I can find nothing to make any of it better. I deserve all the recrimination he throws at me and a lot more. He is too polite to tell me what I really am. He looks up and turns his head round to look at me, as if he has made some decision.

"Well you can get out of this house. Collect your trash and leave now. You don't deserve me, or the things I provide for you. You can clear out and feed your filthy appetites somewhere else!"

A sob heaves in my chest as I look down afraid to meet his eyes. Of course he is right to be angry, and of course he is right I hadn't thought about him at all in what I was doing. I am worthless and undeserving of him.

"I am so sorry," I whisper.

"I think we are passed that now." He looked at the bed and the dishevelled sheets. There were stains on them where the condoms had slipped off or split and poured their contents into a little puddles. Incongruously as I follow his eyes I think to myself, 'Yes but I was going to change them.'

"I won't be able to sleep here again. I will get the bed thrown out. In the meantime I will have to use the spare room."

Colin could be so practical when he found the situation too difficult to deal with. As a rule he never expressed his anger and I recognise he is struggling to cope. He looks up,

"I thought you were having an affair. I thought this might pass. I don't know what has got into you? I really don't. I don't know who you are anymore!" His words stung me, as I understood fully why he said them. I didn't really know who I was any more either. 

"You are too controlling, Colin. This would never have happened if you hadn't dictated so much of my life! I couldn't even buy my own clothes without your approval!" I am angry and scared at losing my home. I have to hold on to that anger amid my shame. I know I am a slut, but it's not just about me. I watch his face darken. He strides across the room and grabs my left arm. His grip it tight like a steel band pinching my flesh. His face draws up close to mine.

"I was the one out there trying to build a successful career, to provide for you and make our home. If I am to succeed in commerce I need a wife who is attractive, sophisticated, knows how to handle herself and can be diplomatic." He stops, his eyes darting left and right as he tries to see through the window of mine to divine some response in me. But the shutters are down. Inside I am blaming myself for everything and I can't let him see that. He looks down.

"You...what do you aspire to?" He flings me back and I land heavily on the bed. The fight is knocked out of me. He has all the answers and yet still can't see what I feel. He stands over me watching my face intently. When I do not respond, he says with a sigh and with finality,

"You have half an hour to collect what you want and then you are out. I don't want to see you again."

"Where will I go?" I cry plaintively, like a stupid little told off schoolgirl. His expression turns to stone.

"I don't really give a damn. The gutter is where you are headed, but maybe one of your visitors can put you up. I'm sure you will find a way to pay him for your keep." With a grim smile he leaves the room. I can see he is shaking.

I am completely thrown. It was awful being naked in front of him in that mood and all the incriminating evidence strewn around the room shouting louder than anything I could say in my defence. Truth is that I have no defence. I feel completely wretched and I blame myself for all that I have done. I find it hard to think, hard to take in my life has just collapsed. I thought I would be happy to leave Colin, now I feel sick. I can't think straight, can't put together a string of thoughts on what I need to take with me or what I should do. I need Will. I need him now more than ever. I dig out my mobile from my bag and call him. Finally he answers.

"Colin just found me whoring and has kicked me out the house." I wail down the line to him. He is a rock. He doesn't seem surprised or phased by what has happened and moves swiftly into action. 

"I'll come right over and pick you up."

Knowing that he cares and doesn't abandon me too makes me feel so much better. I pick out a carry-all and start to stuff my whore clothes into it. I am not really thinking. I just think of my urgent need to be with Will and needing him to want me. I know he likes to see me in them and at this moment nothing else of mine matters. I tell myself I am not really a whore. I just play that role because I know Will likes it. I know it looks bad, but it really isn't as bad as it looks. It's just our game - Will and me. Colin couldn't possibly understand that.

I cannot think any longer term, the permanent changes happening in my life are too much. I focus upon the next few hours: Will coming to take care of me. I pack for a weekend away and a dirty weekend at that. The doorbell rings and I run down the stairs to find Will standing in the hallway with Colin. He is very controlled and doesn't allow himself to react, show any emotion to what is happening. He looks up at me as I come down the stairs. I am wearing the skirt and top he had discarded on the floor with such disdain. I had no time or thought to change into anything else. He snorts his disapproval and goes into the sitting room. Despite his air of indifference, I know he can't bear to be there when I leave with Will. He is hurting and it is my fault.

"You ready?" Will smiles and hugs me. He takes the carry-all from me and leads me out to his car. Once inside the car I turn on him,

"You've turned me into a real slut. Now I've been thrown out of my own home!"

He looks at me and smiles kindly and then smooths back my hair. He hugs me so tight and lets me sob into his chest for a while. I suddenly think of Mrs Jameson, the busy-body watching from behind her curtains and pull myself together.

"We'd better go." I pull down the mirror and study my makeup.

I want to cry much longer but not in front of the neighbours, not with Colin possibly watching from inside the house. I need to get away, somewhere private, somewhere that is just Will and me. He turns and starts the engine and drives me to his flat. I lie with my head in his lap as he sits on his couch and caresses my head. He is so gentle, so soothing. I keep going over and over what has happened, replaying it as if I had missed some vital clue, as if it might mean something different, less appalling if I only saw it right.

"Are you disappointed in me?" I ask turning to him. The question has been on my mind for some time, but only now do I feel brave enough to ask it. He laughs,

"Not at all! It was a very difficult situation and you handled it well. It could have turned out a lot worse, but it didn't. You did just fine." 

He gets up and brings us some beers from the fridge. We talk now about nothing, anything other than what has happened. It calms me, normalises me again. I sip at the beer and sniff from time to time. Maybe it is the beer, maybe it is feeling him close, maybe that he cares enough to come and collect me. But then maybe it is my way to escape, to feel good about myself. I start to kiss him, nuzzling up against his neck. He hugs me in his big bear arms and he starts running his hands up and down my body. It feels so good. I need him inside me and feel the urgency. I slip onto my knees on the floor and unzip his trousers. I pull his cock out and start licking and slurping around it until it is hard. Then I open my mouth and take him into my throat. I want to make this good for him. I want him to know I would do anything for him. I suck and lick, but I cannot hold him in my throat without gagging.




Grooming a Whore Ch. 06



He holds my head in his hands and leans his head back as his hips thrust into my face. I want desperately to feel his cum erupt inside me and pour down into my open belly. He stops and lifts my head off his cock. In one swift movement he sweeps me up onto his lap and I guide his cock into my pussy. Now he has his hands on my waist as I bounce up and down staring at him, watching attentively to see him close his eyes, to know I am pleasuring him. It calms me to feel him inside me and the pleasure that is growing inside my belly is forcing out the sharp anxious pain that dwells in my stomach that has stabbed at me every few minutes, every time I think about Colin and what I have done to him.

Will starts unbuttoning my top. It is a tight stretch top with four buttons at the top and I have left the top one open so he can see my soft round mounds bursting to escape. He pulls my top over my head and unclasps my bra. My tits giggle in front of him as I continue to bounce on his hardness. I am rocking my hips now as I press down upon it so that it rams against my cervix and makes me feel so open, so completely his. He buries his face into my tits and squeezes them around his cheeks as I fuck myself on him. He then begins to lick my nipples, running his tongue around them making them stiffen, pointing out towards him. It sends little shivers of delight through me. He is sucking hard on them now, like an overgrown baby suckling its mother's breast. I put my hand over his head as he pulls my fleshy tit into his mouth and I gyrate my hips around and around his cock as I am unable to bounce up and down any longer. I love the interplay of the sensations as we shift from one position to the next. He pulls back and looks at me while mauling my tits with his hands and I start to bounce up and down again.

"You have made me...uh... into a... uh huh into a slut," I am breathless in my exertions.

"You have always been a slut. My turning up just allowed it expression." He pulls out of his pocket a little silver chain and as I sit upon him gyrating my hips and feeling his hardness shifting inside me, I push out my chest. He clips the ends of the chain to each of my nipples. There is pain and yet the sight of the silver chain dragging upon my red swollen nipples makes me into some slave girl.

"You are my whore. Do you hear me?" he looks earnestly into my face looking for verification that I have understood. I stare back at him expressionlessly. I think about trying to call him earlier and tell him I didn't want to whore any more. Now he is all I have and it is the least I can do for making me feel better.

"You belong to me now, and you whore yourself for me."

"Yesss. Yes I do whore myself for you."

The words demean me but I need them, I need to hear them, I need to say them especially the last two words. They are true and they make me feel good. I hadn't been fucking these guys for me, obsessed with my own needs as Colin had said. I did it for Will. 

"You are a good whore, my best whore and I am going to sort everything out." I suddenly remember that I haven't taken the bag of condoms with me. They are still at home, and Colin would find them. I burn with shame at the thought.

"What is it?"

"I forgot to take the condoms."

He laughs. "Well your husband has something to remind him of his whore wife. I can get plenty more."

"Make me say it," I need something more. I can't cum. I need him to push me. I need to escape how miserable I feel. 

"Tell me what are you?"

"I am a whore: a filthy, slutty fucking whore."

"And what is to become of you?"

"I will sell my whore cunt and sell my whore mouth and sell my whore ass for you."

"And it makes you hot selling your whore body for me doesn't it?"

"Yessssssssssssssssss!!" My eyes are screwed tight shut as I squeeze his hardness and try and shut out the thoughts that leave my stomach in free fall.

"I know what my whore needs." He pulls me up and I stand impassive as he drapes me across his lap. The chain dangles from my tits and the weight hangs heavy on them pulling mercilessly at my teats. I brace myself as his hand lands on my bare buttocks and again and again he slams into the softness. Slap, slap, slap he beats his whore, he beats this worthless slut and how I need it. Nothing drives out the pain more than the physical rawness of his hand walloping my behind. I buck and try to escape the hold he has on me, even though I want him to hold me firm, want him to drive the evil from me. His finger slides into my hot wetness and reminds me how turned on I am as he then starts to beat me harder.

The tension builds as he calls me all manner of demeaning names, and I accept them all. With each phrase he drives home the meaning that deeper inner meaning of who I am and as he calls me his whore he grabs the chain and pulls hard upon it. My tits are stretched and I think he will pull my nipples off. The pain rips through me and swirls round inside my belly where it meets the red rawness of my beaten ass. My mind swims and I cum. I shudder and thrash upon his lap, my whore cunt squirts again and again and I sink my head dangling down in my shame. His hand caresses the back of my head, stroking my hair which is damp with sweat. 

He lifts me and steers me round in front of him before pulling me back onto him, with my back to him. Once again I pull his cock into me and feel him stretch me internally. His hands are on my hips, my buttocks are painful each time he bounces me upon his legs and the chain swings wildly. Soon I can feel his cock erupt too and a fountain of hot spray hits my womb. I tell myself it will be all right. As long as I am his whore I will be all right.

We clean up and have something to eat. After we clear away the dishes he tells me he has a call to make. I look around his very manly flat. This is the first time he has let me see a bit more of him. I look through his DVD collection. There were many violent gangland movies and a number of porn movies too. I wonder if that is where he gets his ideas from. He walks in.

"Ok we gotta go. I got you a flat. A mate of mine owes me a favour. It's not much, but you can stay and he doesn't charge too much for it. Let's go take a look." I stare at him unable to believe my ears.

"I thought... I mean..." I lick my lips not able to complete my sentence. 

Surely he isn't throwing me out as soon as I got here. I just lost my home and my marriage. I stare blankly at him hoping he will laugh and say it is some kind of joke, yet he just stands there imperviously waiting for me to get my ass into gear. I feel the resentment burn inside my chest as I heave myself off the sofa. We drive down to a rather seedy district of town and he drives up a dark little back street that has not seen the light of modernisation for many years. He stops half way along and we get out. I look around apprehensively. Feeling very vulnerable I cling to his arm.

"I know it doesn't look much, but it's a place to stay for now. And no one is going to be spying on you around here." He smiles. I tell myself I should be grateful that he has sorted this out for me, but the contrast with my house, my ex-house I correct myself, is startling. He opens a door in a featureless wall that leads onto a staircase. We climb. On the third floor he walks down a dingy corridor and unlocks a rather battered wooden door. The flat is tiny. A small kitchen/sitting room with a curtain that leads through to the bedroom (or whore room perhaps would be more appropriate). From the bedroom there is a small bathroom leading off.

"It will soon feel like home." Will does his best to encourage me. I can't expect anything more. I drop my carry-all and go and sit on the toilet. I hold my head in my hands. I have lost my home and my marriage and my friends. This is me, this is all that is left.

Will is very attentive. He comes around each day for the next few days. I still have my credit card so I buy some stuff to make the place my own. He says he will find me some punters so I can earn a bit of money. I will have rent to pay now. He brings another big bag of condoms. I feel sick inside as I realise I have no choice any more. I have to earn money otherwise I cannot pay my rent. A few days later Will calls by,

"Come on, I'll take you out to lunch." I have just started working again having fixed the place up and he has called round to collect his money. I don't know how I would survive without him, but my feelings towards him have shifted. He is more like my business partner than lover and I need him more than he needs me. I could never earn as much as I do without whoring, and I would never be able to find punters if it wasn't for Will. 

"After all," he grins, "I have just come into some money." He waves his share of the notes and smiles at me. I live for these moments. He takes me off to a fancy restaurant and feeds me so well. As we eat Will starts talking of my future. 

"We need to build up your clientele. You will need to earn more money if you're to get out of that dive your in. I have booked you in at a place where you can practice on your blowjob technique."

I am upset. What is he saying? That he is disappointed in my technique? I have tried so hard to take his cock down my throat without gagging. I thought he said I was a good whore?

"I am only saying this to help you earn more money. I will try and get you an audition at a strip club too. That will raise your profile."

Raise my profile? I want to scream at him. "Can't I just stay with you?" I ask in as soft and as ameliorating voice as I can muster. He stares at me in total surprise for a moment.

"Of course not, you can't work from my place." I hang my head. He doesn't seem to get it. He seems irritated.

"Look Judy, you have to face it, you are a whore now. No fancy house, no fancy car. I am trying to help you here, but if you don't want it then I can just walk away from here."

His threat terrifies me. "No NO! I don't want to lose you." I am pathetic, all my resolve vanishes. I burst into tears. I cannot risk losing Will now.

"Hey, there's no need to cry." He strokes his finger against my cheek. "You want to be a good whore for me, don't you?" I look straight in his eye and nod my consent, unable to speak. I am terrified of disappointing him. 

"Don't worry I will help you. With my guidance you will soon learn to embrace being a whore and enjoy it."

He takes me off to a place close by the booths where I work. Inside he takes me to a toilet which is filthy and stinks. There is a cloying odour of sickly sweet from cum. The walls seem to have been splashed and dried leaving a crystalline layer that catches the overhead dim light. I feel cheap and nasty being in this place but I am curiously excited by the dirty, smelly atmosphere in the tight little room. I am sure Will is about to fuck me and already I am ready for him. I don't need warming up any longer, I am his rag doll, his fuck puppet, his whore to use. It is not a decision I make now, just how it is.

He sits me on the toilet. There is no seat, it has long broken off and been removed. I can feel the cold porcelain rim pressed under my legs and my back pushing against the wall behind as my bare and naked ass hangs precariously over the filthy void below me. 

"I will come and collect you in a couple of hours." I don't understand. I stare at him blankly and he chuckles and says, "you'll see," and walks out. I look around me as I empty my bladder listening to the tinkling clatter of my urine hitting the water hidden beneath my skirt. The room is narrow, hardly bigger than a cubicle and there is no were for a sink to wash in. I notice on the wall beside me a large round hole has been drilled through the thin plasterboard. The rough edges have been smothered by masking tape that radiates out from the centre like a target. My heart leaps as I consider the possibility that someone is watching me on the toilet. It is the one privacy I have left, am I to lose that too?

Suddenly I jump with fright as a pale pink plastic cock appears through the hole. It is quite long and ribbed like a real cock. Instinctively I think of kneeling down on the filthy floor and pressing my whore cunt onto it. I feel sick at the thought, and yet attracted by it too. The more sickening my thoughts are the more I feel it in my belly urging me to greater depravity. I kneel down to look through the hole wondering what is on the other side. I like my lips as the temptation to sink my mouth over it takes over. Will's words about my technique returns to mind. Is this what he meant?

I can feel my nipples harden, and my breasts tighten as I prepare to lean myself forward ever so slightly and slide my lips over it. Just as I move a huge ribbon of creamy white cum pours out of the end of it. It hits me in the forehead right between my eyes and like a tap that has been turned on it continues to smother my face. It is tacky and gooey and clings to my skin. I leap back in shock and scream in my surprise. Yet there is no let-up in the stream and it is soaking my clothes. It is like a fireman's hose trained on me but instead of soaking me with water, I am smothered in cum. It is everywhere, I am bathed in it. I fall back on my bottom and sit in a pool of the stuff. My legs are open before it as I rest with my hands behind me trying to take in what is happening. The river floods from the end of the cock, pointing straight over my mound and shoots endless sperm at my cunt.

I hear laughter from behind the wall as the last of the spray dribbles down the wall and listen to the splatter it makes upon hitting the tile floor. I gasp for air as I stare at the wall where the plastic cock retreats into the dark round abyss. Slowly I look down to see myself smothered in the stuff. I move my fingers through it, spreading it over my saturated clothes and staring at my fingers at the slimy way it clings to them and drips down in large globules onto my skirt.

It is so hard to take in. I need to go get a shower. I am about to shift myself off the floor when another cock appears through the hole. This time it is a real one and it stares insolently at me. I need to go shower and yet I know I am expected to suck it off, improve my skills. Can I just ignore it? Will would be mad. I'd better do him. I get up on my knees and move through the vile pool of cum, coating my knees in it, and reach out to take the cock. My hand slips around it and it jerks upwards in response to my touch. I slip my lips over it and feel it slide aggressively up into my mouth. 

It is an amazing feeling, to feel the submissiveness of my mouth being impaled upon the hardness and heat of a cock. I swirl my tongue over the smooth tip, just loving the texture of it. I can feel it twitch inside my mouth, like eating food that has a life of its own, wriggling inside my mouth. I feel tender, almost reverential towards it. I feel the stickiness around my face as I move my jaw and makes me feel so nasty and as always that makes me feel hot. He shoots his cum up inside my accepting mouth while I try to push away a soggy strand of hair dripping down my forehead into my eye.

Feeling it's time to get my shower now before the next cock arrives I go over to the door only to find it locked. I am to remain soaked in cum servicing cock until Will says so. Time passes and I have nothing to do but sit on the toilet and reflect upon the state I am in and what a dirty little slut I have become. I look forward to the cocks when they arrive as it is the only distraction I have from feeling awful about myself. I need to make myself cum, to feel good, so I start masturbating myself as I suck upon cock. I take it deeper and suck its head hard against the back of my throat. I feel so helpless like this and that makes it easier for me to cum. 

Finally with me still on my knees, which are hurting now from the unforgiving floor, I am pumping my head up and down on another shaft when the lock of the door goes. I look up with my mouth still wrapped around cock. Will is standing there watching. I pull back, not used to servicing punters when Will is there watching. My hand stops rubbing my clit and I kneel frozen unsure what to do.

"Go on," he encourages and I rub my clit while with my other hand I pull on the cock protruding from the wall. It responds by jerking wildly and shoots a glob of cum on the side of my face as I watch Will. I am startled as it hits me and reach over to clean him up with my tongue as Will has taught me so often. He is smiling and when I am done he pulls me roughly round so that my back is to him and grabs my hair. He yanks my head right back and his strong firm grip is like steel around my throat. His cock presses at my lips and he pulls my head right back so that I am almost off balance while his cock slides deep down into my throat. My legs splay wide to help me from falling over. His cock seems huge and I cannot breathe. I struggle but his firm grip holds me. I push against him as I start to cough uncontrollably and his grip relaxes. He fucks me in that position, each thrust forcing upon my throat until he pours his cum on top of all the others into my belly. He stands up, his cock freeing its hold over me and I sit coughing to get air back into my lungs.



Grooming a Whore Ch. 07



Some relationships are like coal. They take a while to ignite and they burn with a warm, glowing fire that lasts and lasts. My relationship with Will is like brushwood. It catches alight immediately with the slightest of sparks and flares up into a bright consuming fire. I feel lucky to have had such a bright burning relationship but all too quickly it is gone and all that is left is ash.

I resent Will and contort my hands into fists with which to beat him when I think of what he has made me into, and yet I cannot do without him. I am scared of losing him too. I have lost confidence in my ability to make it without him. Besides I have become inured to my hands drifting over my skirt and raising the hem, of presenting myself to strangers. It has become second nature to me and when I meet a man for the first time my thoughts go immediately to wondering what his sexual tastes might be rather than just being curious and open to meet him. 

Yet for all that, Will has the power to make me cum so powerfully. I am addicted to him in the rather unhealthy need to experience that sexual pleasure. I whore myself not just to keep Will but also because he rewards me when I tell him of my exploits. His brutal treatment of me is my fix and I cannot, will not, do without it. He walks in one day smiling and says,

"Today is my birthday." 

I beam back at him, "You should have told me, I would have got you something."

"Well I have something for you instead, something that will take you further. You have been such a good and faithful learner I thought I would need to use this before now, but so far I have not needed to. I want to reward you, take you further. Are you ready to go further?"

I am scared, scared of myself, scared of how deep I am willing to be led down this road. A voice inside my head screams at me to turn back, and yet the escape from my world, the lure of how powerfully I will cum and all I have to do is follow. Each step I take makes it harder to resist the next one, as to do so would be to acknowledge what I have done. I have no idea what he has in mind, I know it will diminish me further and yet I am already dripping in anticipation. I can't speak, can't tell him this is what I want most of all. I couldn't bear to hear myself say it. All I can do is nod my head, consenting beforehand to whatever he has in mind.

My heart is thudding as he wipes my face with a cooling damp cloth. Even that, even the way he cools my skin as he heats me up, the way he tends to me leaves me panting for him whilst he scares me with where he might lead me. He pushes his weight off the bed and stands up.

"Take off your skirt and heels and kneel on all fours on the bed."

I jump up to do as I am told as quick as I can. As the skirt falls away he looks at my pussy.

"It's time you rid yourself of that hair. It's unsightly having that bush down there. Go and shave it off quickly, and I will bring you some hair removal cream tomorrow to rub over your mound and around your cunt from now on. It will sting a bit, but then you won't mind hurting a little for me will you? In a few weeks your hair will have completely died off, and it will stop growing. I want you to become completely bare down there, but until then each time your hairs grow back you will see they will be thinner. You will witness this gradual, but permanent change in your body. In the meantime you are to keep it clean and shaved every day so the punters can see what they are paying for."

Having received my instructions I head into the bathroom. I sit on the toilet and think about what he has just said. I have shaved down there before. Not completely, not like a whore, but for wearing a bikini on the beach in summer. I always leave a little tuft on my mound that will not show, but now it is all to go. I am a little nervous about nicking myself with the razor: all those folds and right down around my entrance, where it is so hard to see. I pick up a small mirror and angle it between my thighs. I think about what he said about the hair remover, how it will be permanent. And then I laugh at how stupid I am being. As if any of the other changes were less permanent. I take the razor from the shelf and lather up my thatch. The razor sweeps through the dark forest and leaves a swathe of naked flesh bright and pink. 

On entering the room I feel even more naked having my cunt denuded and displayed in front of Will. It forces me to realise I am the merchandise and he the trader. He nods and smiles in approval as I stand with my hips thrust forward as he runs his finger over my mound. I hope he is not disappointed now my fleshy pussy lips are revealed.

"Good girl. Now you look the part. It is much better stripped bare like that." He slides his hand between my legs and his fingers sink into the soft folds that wait invitingly for him. He squeezes my lips alternately between his thumb and finger pulling them down and stretching them. My legs buckle, my knees part and slips his finger into my wet opening. I love the feel of him on my nakedness and I love the way he controls and owns my body.

"Now climb up on the bed."

Still nervous I mount the bed as directed and get on my hands and knees facing the wall. He swiftly wraps some cord around my wrists and pulls them tightly together so that they are bound with my wrists locked together. I look down at them passively as he knots the cord and then pulls it towards the head of the bed. My body slumps as my arms are drawn forward, and my ass rises up into the air behind me. He secures the end of the cord to the head of the bed so that I cannot turn my body. He is round behind me now and I can hear him pulling at something heavy. I feel the bed move as he places whatever it is behind me and then his hands are on my ankles. He pulls my leg across the bed in jerks as I shift my weight. Then I feel the cold hard snap of steel lock around my ankle. I try to twist round to see, but he is now pulling at my other leg and soon I feel the steel band around that ankle too.

My legs were splayed wide apart and I can't draw them together. I have no purchase with which to move and I hear Will walk around me. The silence is only interrupted by the thudding of the blood in my ears. My stomach flutters in fear. I am so exposed and have no idea what is in store for me, but I know I conceded to it beforehand. Something cold and limp trails across my back. I shudder involuntarily.

"I can feel your fear and yet you love this. I see the beads of sweat form as you wait, helpless, without knowing what is about to befall you." He comes and stands in front of me and I feel the limp thing trailing across my face. The smell of leather hits my nostrils, it's the smell of stables, of saddling horses. He pulls back and my eyes widen as I see he is holding a riding crop. 

I lower my head and lie there waiting. I know what is coming. I hate that he is going to beat me and the thought of it catches my breath, makes my heart palpitate and as I steel my muscles in readiness I feel the first drops of my wetness ooze from me. I hear the swish in the air before the galvanising, electrifying, attention demanding blow forces all thought out of my brain. My eyes bulging I stare into the bedclothes and yelp. He lands the riding crop again and again on my upturned ass. Each blow is accompanied by a scream. My mind is being disciplined into getting past the last blow and preparing for the next. I float in this space. All that exists is my punishment and me. I would do anything to escape the torture, and yet I do not move. I pull on my bonds but cannot break free. Then suddenly he stops and his fingers are between my far flung thighs. He pulls and squeezes hard on my clit.

My body is thrown into confusion, pushed off balance. One minute I am experiencing searing pain and the next intense pleasure. He grabs me and demands of me. The pleasure is intense. Then just as quickly it is gone. I feel him shift his weight as the mattress moves and the pain rips through me once more. Disconcerted I feel the throb in my clit at the same time as he lands blow upon blow on my ass. My body is being overwhelmed. I cannot tell what to feel. It is like those times when your fingers are so cold and you put them in water that is too warm. Your fingers feel hot and cold at the same time. That is how I am feeling, running from the pain and begging for the tingle of his fingers on my clit again. When it all seems it will be too much, he stops and pulls at my clit some more. I buck and beg him to make me cum. He continues to rub and pull on my clit until he can sense I am about to explode with the pent up pleasure. Then he becomes merciless. My body is trying to cum as the pain floods through me. I am kept perpetually writhing between pain and pleasure.

When he fills me with pain I try to escape by making myself cum, I try desperately to keep in my mind the feel of his fingers upon my craving as I his blows land on my red raw flesh. I feel so pathetic wanting to cum while he is punishing me. I tell myself I need the pain because only then can I get the pleasure too. I need the pain because I am a filthy whore. I need the pain because it is from Will and I have given him the right to inflict this on me. Somehow it just feels right, and maybe by accepting it I will become worthy enough to make him stay. The endless cycle of being pleasured and receiving his pain continues. I never thought I would be able to take so much, and yet I realise with a jolt after some time that I don't want it to end. I need his pain because through it he gives me pleasure.

"Are you enjoying being whipped?"

He is always one step ahead of me. He knows exactly the thoughts running through my mind. My sobs turn into panting. "Yes... yesss... don't stop. I need it. I need you to punish me."

"Then beg me to go on punishing you. Let me hear you admit you need me to punish you."

"I do... I do..." My voice trails away as the truth settles like a smog in my mind.

"I need it. Beat me. Beat your whore. Your whore deserves to be punished!" I am screaming. It is true, he had taken me to another level. I knew I hated the punishment, the beating and yet I still didn't want it to stop. The old me would find this unfathomable, and yet this is who I have become. 

Finally he brings the lesson to an end. I am still panting long after he has stopped and is uncoupling my legs from the bar that has been forcing them wide. I can still feel the throb in my ass cheeks from his punishment. I figure they must be bright scarlet they are so hot. He unties me and tells me to lie on my back. The rough bedding against my raw skin forces a cry from my mouth and yet still I comply. Will drops my dildo on the bed next to me. I pick it up and slide it effortlessly into my sopping cunt. Soon I will be cumming, I am already so close.

"Straighten your back and push your tits out for me."

In a daze, not thinking about Will, I do as I am told. Then suddenly the pain shoots across my tits. I recoil.

"No. Keep them pushed out."

I do as I am told, even knowing he will hit them again. There is only one escape and I push the dildo in deep and try to make myself cum. As the pleasure mounts he strikes and I have to force myself to push my tits out again for him. This simple act of yielding to his demands, knowing he is going to punish me by way of reward, and yet voluntarily presenting myself for his crop suddenly shifts something deep inside me. I do not deserve any better treatment. He is right to hit me, it makes me hot. Beating me with that crop makes me wet, makes me cum. I am a whore. It's the same word, but has a deeper meaning for me now. I don't choose to be a whore, I am a whore. I deserve to be beaten by this man as I long for it, I desire it. 

I love the authority Will exerts over me. I love the way he forces me to accept more and more. He is moulding me, shaping me into the creature of his desires. He is transforming me, reinventing me with his crop. When I cum, he lands two hefty blows on my tits. The pain shoots through me mingled with heightened pleasure. My body heaves and shakes, so much pent up feeling wracking through it. I collapse on the bed and convulse for several seconds.

Will disappears into the bathroom and comes back and sits on the bed next to me. He produces some cool ointment that he gently rubs into my poor cheeks and breasts. All the time he keeps telling me,

"You are such a good girl. You learned a hard lesson today about who you are. I am proud of how you mastered your lesson." He is speaking but his words don't seem to mean anything. I can't take them in, only that he is being kind to me.

His fingers, still covered in the soothing cream, soon find their way into my pussy and he finger fucks me until I cum once again. I just can't believe that after all that I have the capacity still to cum for him. It leaves me feeling so utterly cheap. I lie in his arms panting and calming myself from my orgasm, Will soothing my irritated flesh with small circles of his fingers bathing them in the cream.

"I haven't seen you cum this hard before. You are warming to this aren't you? You understand how you need this now don't you? You recognise it too."

His voice is gentle, and his lips brush the sweetest, gentlest of kisses over my hot and sweaty face. I am too out of it to respond, but my heart beats so fast with him so near me.

"Your skin hurts and yet you are glad you suffered for me. Tell me you are glad to suffer for me."

I look up at this man who controls me so completely. He understands perfectly that I would endure anything for him.

"I am glad to suffer for you." I mean it too, from the bottom of my heart. I am so glad he has made me go through it, that he has shown me no mercy and handed me pleasure through his domination over me. I feel drained, and while I still hurt, the pain reminds me of how I belong to him.

"Let's go down to the pub. I want to celebrate my birthday."

He goes over to my wardrobe and takes out a thin grey cotton dress. As with all my clothes now it is short and stops just a few inches below my crotch. He throws it onto the bed.

"Put this on."

"It's too thin and transparent. I will need something to go underneath." I smile at his lack of awareness of what a girl needs when dressing herself.

He turns irritated. "I didn't give you something for underneath. I told you to put this on. Now get yourself ready." 

I am shocked by his abrupt tone. I sway nervously between his tenderness and his anger. I slip the dress over my naked body. It is so thin that as I stand before the mirror to see how I look I can see clearly my naked pussy, that it is clean shaven, the dark line if my slit darker than the shadows. I slip some heels on and follow Will out the door. I feel so ashamed wandering the streets on display like this, but I know this is what Will wants. The cold air blows straight through the fabric, and I can feel its chilly touch on the moisture coating my lips. My tits are cold too and I feel my nipples hardening while the touch of the fabric on their sensitive points inflames me. 

We are in a district full of whores, and I know that anyone seeing me will understand exactly what I am. I fit right in. Maybe that's what Will wants me to understand. He is telling me all these thoughts of collecting money and buying myself a place in a better area they are just whore dreams. This is me now, this is what I am and this is where I belong.

We sit at a table in the pub. Will tells me not to cross my legs and the ironwork under the table leaves no place to hide myself. He makes sure I am seated opposite the entrance to the pub, so that everyone as they walk in will see me, their eyes drawn to my nakedness, see the fresh marks still red on my thighs. He is putting me on display and I can see from the guys as they come in that they want me. To my abject shame I am getting turned on by being made to sit there with my gin and tonic and let the neighbourhood ogle me. I don't make any attempt to bring my legs together but love the way their eyes travel up my thighs into that dark triangle and wonder if I have any panties on. 

Will is surrounded by a group of guys all loud and back slapping. I feel neglected as I sit behind him while he chats with his mates. One of them leans in to Will and whispers to him. He nods his head in my direction. They are talking some time and then Will comes back over to me.

"Eric here wants to fuck you. He's a mate so it's on the house."

That was it. That was all he said. I know he expects me to get up and take Eric back to my flat. I know he expects me to let Eric fuck me and then return to the pub. Yet he has no need to spell any of this out to me. I know. I feel sick, dirty, a slut as I stand up and walk over to Eric. I take his hand. I am in a kind of daze. I find this place where I go with the punters. Somewhere where I don't need to acknowledge to myself what I am doing. Somewhere where I don't feel it, I don't cum, I don't get aroused. It's just business.

Eric and I walk back to my flat. His hand is under my dress, on my butt even as we walk through the street. He doesn't show any reticence or concern that I may object to his very public and possessive handling of my body. He is not even paying me for it, it's on the house. We move in a kind of swagger as he leans into me and I have to fend him off. I worry that at any moment he will just press me up against a wall and fuck me. He is, of course, drunk, but then I am just the whore.

When I get back to the pub Will is chatting with a group of guys. I go over to him, for protection mainly. I don't feel safe in this environment. The guys can all see I am a whore and they all know I have just serviced one of them, and they have been drinking so their inhibitions are down. Will turns and smiles. He puts his arm around my waist and buys the guys some more drinks. He is celebrating, and he is my protector. The guys are careful around him not to be too rude about me. I know what they are thinking though, I can see it in their hungry eyes as they furtively snatch a glance at me. Before long one taps Will on the shoulder and his head tilts towards me. Neither of them say anything but Will turns to me.

"Can you help Simon out?" I pout and take Simon's hand. I understand this is to be a working evening for me. I resent that I am not part of the celebration. I am not even getting paid. Will just loans me out, being generous to his mates and I hate it. One by one I take each of the guys back to my flat during the course of the evening. Some return to the pub with me afterwards, others go off someplace else. As the evening wears on the guys become drunker and the sex doesn't last so long. The last few just need blowing as they are too wasted to be able to fuck. Will walks me back to the flat and leaves me at the front door. He is happy and drunk and oblivious to how used I am feeling. I should tell him something, show him I am angry, but I don't dare. I am afraid he will tie me and beat me again. I know this is what he expects from me now and what I say won't change anything for the better.

I climb the stairs feeling exhausted, my pussy throbbing from all the sex. I cry as I lie in bed thinking of all those guys who have used me in that bed that evening. I sleep naked, and the damp patches from the sex seep into me but I don't bother. I have opened my legs to each of Will's mates, but the one person I want to feel between them has left me on the doorstep. I have never felt more certain that Will owns me now. He has shown his friends his freshly beaten whore. They had all fucked me, and no one asked me. They just asked Will and he loaned me out to them.

The next morning he arrives first thing and marches me straight into the bedroom where he tells me to take off my blouse and bra and to kneel down. I am trembling as he holds the riding crop against my breast, afraid of the pain. I take out his cock and start massaging it.




Grooming a Whore Ch. 07



"Do you deserve a whipping?" 

"Yes Sir." The thing is I mean it.

I have never called him sir before, but I am afraid of his anger and I know how utterly dependent I am upon him now. I start to suck on his cock and he pushes his hips against me until his cock sinks further into my throat. My eyes bulge but I manage not to struggle. He fucks my mouth while I press my hands against his legs. Soon he erupts and cum explodes inside my mouth. I feel it hit the back of my throat and slowly drip down, the cloying taste and aroma filling my mouth. More cum is pushed up my nose and forced out around the corners of my lips. I cough and splutter.

Will brings a damp cloth from the sink and sits dabbing away at my face. He is very attentive as he smooths the damp hair from my brow. He then tells me to kneel upon the bed and raise my rump. I have my hands folded before me and my forehead is pressed against them. I am shaking as he prepares to beat his whore once more. I wait, preparing myself tortured by the inevitable, wishing it to start, anything that will carry me away from the image of this docile whore lying here waiting to be whipped because that is all she's worth.

The crop swishes through the air and fire ignites along a line across my right ass cheek. I scream out and the next blow lands. Soon I am caught up in the rhythm of it and I yearn to feel his fingers upon my clit. I am drenched in sweat when suddenly the next lash doesn't arrive and I feel him prising open my lips, his nail scratching at the underside of my clit. Pleasure judders up my spine as he plays me like a violin. The pain throbs incandescently and the competing signals merge and meld on their way to my brain. 

Will takes my left hand and guides it down between my spread legs. He pushes me to rub my clit and I start to scratch it as he had done. The pleasure feeds me and I moan and writhe as he watches me. I grow into the mood and my fingers scratch harder and tug on my lips. I am trying to punish myself but it is not the same. I realise I need the lash.

"Pleeease..."

He needs no more and I feel his weight shift and his arm comes down again. We continue until I cum and then he lays me down and soothes my flesh with his balm.

This is how my life is now. I whore myself for Will and he takes care of me. He beats me but always makes me cum as he does so and he always applies a balm to my sore flesh afterwards. When Will is no there I am angry with myself and my life. I hate Will for not taking me in, not treating me right, but I hate myself more for not standing up to him, for allowing myself to sink so low. I dream of myself taking a stand, even kicking Will out of my life. Then he comes round and washes away my resolve.

My life is on hold. I hate it, and I am even more scared of what lies beyond it if I don't maintain the status quo. At times I screw myself up to do something about it, and then other times I tell myself this is not the right time. Maybe if I save a bit more money I can run away, but there never seems enough.

One day Will turns up with a woman. She is tall with long brunette hair and green mischievous eyes. She is dressed in a long leather dress, so I guess she works in the sex industry too. I wonder if Will is going to make me eat her out.

"This is Katrina," Will says. "She is interested in buying you."

My jaw drops. I stare at them stunned, dumbfound. "I don't understand?" Will gets irritated.

"There is nothing to understand. You go on working as before but you will belong to Katrina and she will come to collect her money."

"But what about you and me?" I know my voice sounds plaintive like a little child's, but I am close to tears.

"There is no you and me anymore. Katrina wants to buy you. You will belong to her from now on."

"B..bought?? What do you mean bought!!"

"Look it really is fucking simple. I am selling you to Katrina. She will look after you now."

I couldn't believe my ears. Was it possible for someone to be bought and sold like that? Was I hearing correctly that Will was selling me?

"But you love me?"

"Judy, of course I don't love you, how could I? You're just a whore."

"But I'm YOUR whore!" I shout. "I belong to you. I know I'm just a whore now, but I did it for you I only did it for you."

He laughs. "Judy... you did it for the money and because most of the time you enjoyed it."

I shake my head, crying so hard now that I can barely speak.

"Don't worry. All that's changing is that you will be Katrina's whore now. She will own you, so like it or not you'd better get used to the idea. I want you to show her what a good whore you've become." 

I stare unable to take in what he is saying. I am just a whore, I know it, but I thought I meant something to him. I blink. Will is finally showing me the true meaning of what it is to be a whore. I am a commodity to be bought and sold. I sell myself. So why shouldn't Will sell me too? I thought he loved me. I thought I was being a whore because he wanted me as his whore. But that wasn't it at all. He was training me, turning me into a whore and I let him because I enjoyed it. He was right about that. Once I had overcome the stigma, once I had got used to people looking down on me, like that woman at the hotel, I actually liked being a whore. I liked the fact that men paid for my body. It sounds absurd, I know it sounds absurd. Who in their right mind would want to be treated as a whore? Yet I did, I had value for Will by bringing in money for him, whoring myself for him. Now I would whore myself for Katrina.

"Hello Chelsea." Katrina is smiling at me. I glower at her. It is not her fault she wants to buy me. I allowed Will to put me out to market.

"My name's Judy," I strike back at her. She laughs. It is a tinkling pleasant laugh.

"I think not. I've seen you in the booths. The name was definitely Chelsea."

I stare at her, my jaw drops. She saw me! She came to see me in the booth??

"Wh..when?" My head is bowed, and I look at her from the corner of my eye unable to meet her face. She smiles a broad smile at me.

"I am always looking for new talent, and you have talent."

I turn and stare at Will in disbelief. Has this always been part of his plan, when he is done with me to sell me on? Katrina looks at me with her head slightly tilted. She laughs a full-throated laugh this time.

"Ha ha! Oh yes you are just as naïve as Will says."

Will opens a bag he has brought and takes out a large plastic dildo with a sucker on the back. He slams it down upon the floor where it glues itself, the uprisen sex rocks with the force of it.

"Take off that skirt and show Katrina what a whore you are. Fuck yourself on this for us."

I have fucked myself countless times in front of Will, but with the punters it has always been an act. I have never allowed myself to cum. Will and Katrina are both staring at me expectantly and I can see he is going to make sure I cum, to show off his whore for her. Katrina cares nothing for me except how much I might earn for her. I take off my skirt and let her see my clean shaven pussy. Only a little shadowy down grows now and it hides nothing, so shaving takes no time. She seems to approve.

"Just stand there while she has a look at you, and pull on your clit as she inspects you." I don't want to. I hate this. I want to run away, but I don't know who I belong to any more. I do as I am told. I pull on my clit and suddenly I am transported away from the shame I can feel burning my cheeks. I am ridiculous: a whore feeling shame at masturbating in front of a stranger. I know just how to arouse myself. She walks around me as I pull vigorously, my fingers pinching mercilessly in front of her. My face continues to burn with shame but I dare not stop. I am like an animal brought to market. She ponders whether to buy me, to own me, am I worthy? I am utterly humiliated by masturbating while she looks at my body like some piece of meat. 

"Yes, Chelsea, you have a nice firm figure. Now slip onto the dildo and let me see you make yourself cum."

Like a performing monkey I kneel down and hover over the fat bulbous head. My fingers pull my labia apart and I guide myself onto it. It is big, wider than the punters' cocks and has plastic warts down the side that inflame the walls of my pussy. I am prised open as I sink myself all the way down and my ass flattens against the floor. 

"Now I want to see you hump it. Hump it like one of your punters you are trying to make feel is giving you your best orgasm ever. Hump it like you mean it, like your life depends upon it. I want to see you pulling on your clit too. I didn't tell you to stop."

I show her my tricks, show her how I make my punters feel special. But it isn't like the punters, because I am getting hot and worked up. I don't want to, I don't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing me cumming in front of her, to her order. 

"Oh Chelsea, all this while you have traded your future for the pleasures of the present, haven't you?" I hump myself so hard my pussy lips slam against the floor.

"All you could see was a future, empty and sterile, and then Will comes along and shows you pleasures of the moment and so he drew you in. Those pleasures have taken you over, and you have traded away your future for them." 

I hear the slap, slap of my ass cheeks against the floor as I feel the hard plastic slide along my canal. I wish she would stop talking.

"And now here you are addicted to these hedonistic pleasures. Your future, where you are headed looks bleak and you have lived this life enough to have a past too painful to contemplate. It is so easy for you to reach orgasm, to humiliate yourself masturbating in front of a stranger, driving yourself down on a fake plastic cock. It is easy because the pleasure is now your release, your get out of jail card, the one place where you can feel good. Yet the price gets higher and higher and the pleasure lasts a shorter and shorter time. You are trapped as to stop would mean facing what you have become."

I am pulling on my clit as she talks and the urgency builds as the truth of her words strikes home. She leans in to watch. I feel totally debased playing the whore in front of her. I strive to resist, to drive her words out. She encourages me onward. I lean forward and the dildo presses at the back wall almost slipping out and then I slide myself the length of it until I feel it hard against my cervix: the bumps sliding along my well-oiled channel sends shivers through me. She is so close to me now, as if reinforcing her words into me, but she is careful not to touch. I desperately want to cum but I try to hold out. I hope she will tell me I can stop, and yet I'd feel terribly frustrated if she did. The tension is mounting and mounting and the urgency of my fingers as I pull on my clit while she watches reveals how close I am now.

"Cum for me my little slut. Show me how much you want me to own you."

The words humiliate me all the more and I am cumming and I hammer myself down onto the dildo driving it all the way home. I squirt over the floor and squeal and groan as I push my buttocks down hard, splitting myself for her.

"Well you really are far gone, aren't you? I think I am going to buy you. I could see the torment in your eyes. Watched how you resisted, trying to prevent yourself from cumming in front of me, but your body won out. You could not stop yourself, no matter how demeaning it was."

I hang my head on the floor, trying to catch my breath once more. Already a wave of nausea and self-loathing washes over me.

"Punters visit a whore for pleasure without consequences. They turn up and expect their whore to dedicate herself solely to their pleasure, in that moment. There is no past, there is no future, there are no other punters, there are no complications. They can demand you enact their fantasy and I see in you a capacity to embrace whatever that demand may be. You devote yourself to pleasure seeking. It will not matter to you whether they come to release their frustration upon you, to demand you be their mother, their teacher, their daughter. I can see in your eyes you will become whatever they make you and you will lose yourself in the role." 

I lie collapsed on the floor, listening to her words, trying to catch my breath. I am a whore. I am ruled by my body. I hate what I just did, but at the time I craved that moment of pleasure. Katrina walks out the room to find Will. I can hear their voices talking price. How have I come to this? After a while, as I recover myself, I hear the door bang and Katrina walks back in.

"Will has left." I feel an empty chasm open up inside my chest. It is finally over and I can't believe I have lost even Will. Who will accept me now? I sob.

"You are better off without him, my dear. Before long he would have you crawling on all fours at the end of a chain barking like a dog. He doesn't care."

I know what she says is true, and yet I don't mind. I would rather that than lose him. Will I ever feel that way he made me feel again?

"You are not going to stay here any longer," she says looking around my flat with disgust. 

"You will come and stay with my girls where you will earn your keep."

I brighten. "Can I eat out their pussies after they have been with their punters?"

She laughs and walks over. Her hand reaches out to me and she runs her fingers through my hair. She grabs a fistful and turns my head up to look into her eyes. I can see her searching mine.

"You will always be a whore. There is no way back for you now. Maybe after some time you will regain some self-respect, but you will never lose the appetite. I see a hunger in those eyes." 

She stands up and walks towards the door.

"Please..." I start afraid to complete my sentence. She stops and turns to look at me, curious about what I want to say.

"Will you beat me. Please! I need it." It is too much for me to lose everything Will gave me just like that. Katrina smiles and turns back towards the door.

"Come along."

THE END