12 comments/ 76033 views/ 11 favorites Michelle's Slow Descent By: Veri For those of you who have read the previous stories about my wife Michelle and her experimentation-some may say descent-into being a whore- what I have written is what I have seen or heard- in person, over the phone, or by video. The following chapter is what Michelle related to me, well after these events had exploded across our lives. I have written the episode in the third person, reconstructing what was said and what she told me she felt. Michelle's fantasy was about to get more real than she had ever dreamed. Michelle was sitting in her office early on Thursday morning when Tony walked in. She was tired. She had been to the construction site early that morning, serviced three workers who were waiting for her and had an envelope of cash for Tony. Tony walked in and Michelle handed him the cash. He patted her on the head and sat on her desk. He reached down and played with a button on her dress. Michelle had put on a tight black knit dress with buttons over the chest. When she had left for work in the morning she had slipped the dress over a lycra mini skirt and tight tube top. She had sashayed into the construction site with just her whore's outfit on and her work high heels. After the three workers were finished with her she slipped her knit dress over her outfit and came to work. Once in her office she pulled off her whore's clothes and stuffed them into her brief case. "I have good news for you baby," Tony said. Michelle looked up at him and then at his crotch which was eye level. She was sure he would want a morning blow job before leaving. "No more working on the weekends. You're all mine." Michelle was not sure Tony was telling the truth. "You...you spoke with the gang? How...I mean what did you..." Michelle's voice trailed off. She was not sure how she felt although she had to admit the weekends were becoming more work and less fantasy/pleasure then they first had when she lived out her fantasy of being a common whore and stripper in a bar. "Don't you never mind baby girl," Tony purred as he stroked her face. "You're my girl now." "I don't know what to say." Michelle was confused and unsteady. She wasn't sure Tony was telling the truth. "You can start by thanking me," Tony said as he pulled Michelle's hand to his crotch. Michelle knew what to do. She reached to unzip Tony's fly but he surprised her and stood up. "Later baby. I have a few surprises." Then Tony got up and walked out. The rest of the day went by uneventfully although one of the interns she had seduced and fucked when Tony had ordered her to came by and groped her for a few minutes while she tried to work on her computer. She eventually went over and locked her office door and gave him a quick blow job and sent him on his way. He tried to schedule a lunch at a downtown fuck motel but Michelle put him off. She wanted to see what Tony was up to first, although she liked the attention from the 20 year old intern and told him to come back in a few days and she would spend more time with him. There was an office meeting at 3:30. At 3:15 Tony showed up in Michelle's office. Michelle thought he was ready for his blow job. To her surprise Tony came over and started massaging her shoulders. Then he gave her a soft kiss. Then another. Michelle melted in his arms. Tony was an athlete with a basketball scholarship and the fact that he was 19 years old and had managed to take control of her was something she found incredibly sexy. At 42 years old Michelle had still kept her great figure although her 36 breasts were sagging a bit more then she would have liked, she found that most men enjoyed them more then the fake tits that were all the rage. And while working as whore for the gang Michelle had refused all attempts the gang had made to get her to get breast implants and ass implants, she had agreed to get collagen injections in her lips, giving her lips a sensual bee-sting like appearance. Michelle tried to push Tony away. "No time now baby. I have a meeting. But then afterwards...." Michelle seductively rubbed Tony's crotch. She had no idea that Tony was three steps ahead of her. Tony turned Michelle around and nibbled at her ear. Then he kissed her neck. Michelle moaned. Tony's hands rubbed over her breasts and then down by her ass. He slipped his hand under the hem of her dress and squeezed her ass. Michelle found herself drifting away. Tony could fuck her if he wanted. She was helpless to resist and she loved that feeling. Suddenly she felt some pressure and Tony was leaning on her. He had something in his hand and he was inserting it in both her pussy and her ass. It was a small shaped two pronged dildo. Before she knew it Tony had it inserted in her and then he took two steps back and held up a small control. He turned the button and Michelle felt it vibrate in her ass and pussy. "Tony, no...please." She moved her hands to take it out. "Don't even think of taking it out," Tony warned. Michelle quickly moved her hands away not wanting to disobey Tony. "Lets go slut. To the meeting." Michelle stood up and walked to Tony and tried to get him to change his mind. "You can't do this to me. I have a reputation." Michelle was scared. Tony suddenly turned cold."You do what I tell you and you will keep your reputation. You resist me in any manner and I will run this dildo at high speed on and off during the whole meeting. " Tony took Michelle out of the office and watched her walk down the hallway. For fun he gave the remote a quick jolt and saw Michelle jump and then turn around and look at him. A few other lawyers were near her so she didn't say anything. Michelle walked into the conference room and saw her boss and then frowned. Sitting next to him was his son, Derek, back from his first year of law school. Ever since he had been in high school and started coming to work with his father Derek had been hitting on Michelle. Not only did he flirt with her but he often ran his hands over her ass or used his elbow to brush her tits. He would say crude remarks to her when she walked by, and he was incredibly arrogant. Michelle couldn't stand him. Michelle sat down at her chair and opened her file to take notes. The meeting began and then the door opened and Tony and two other interns walked in. Tony took a seat across the room from Michelle where she could see him. Michelle's phone buzzed. Tony had sent her a text message. "Undo the button on your dress." Michelle put her phone down and looked back at her file. Then she felt a jolt in her pussy and ass. Tony was sending her a message. She quickly unbuttoned the top button and the buzzing stopped. Then her phone buzzed again. "Welcome to your new life slut. Start flirting with Derek." Michelle closed her phone quickly and looked down. So this was Tony's plan. Did he have any idea how much she despised Derek? Actually Tony did. He had spoken with Derek a few times and once when Michelle had sauntered by, Derek had told Tony how much he had lusted after Michelle. "She is some hot MILF. And I know if I could ever get the chance I would fuck her so damn hard just to teach her a lesson for ignoring me all these years." Tony had decided that while pimping Michelle out was fun and lucrative as well as something that turned him on, controlling her life was something that interested him a great deal more. Michelle's phone buzzed. "Unbutton a second button and shake your tits at Derek and smile at him. Flirt like the slut you are." Michelle didn't wait for Tony to buzz her dildo, she did as she was told. When she undid the second button she looked up and Derek was already staring at her tits. She shook them slightly and smiled at Derek and licked her lips. Her phone buzzed again. "You will go home and change. You will wear a tight pair of jeans, high heels and a belly shirt that shows off your tits. Derek and I will come by. You will tell your husband you have a date with Derek. Derek will be there and you will flirt with him and pick him up." Michelle typed a message back to Tony. Her heart was pounding and her head was swimming. "WHY? I'd rather be with you." She felt the vibrator begin to buzz and she gasped and squirmed. Tony didn't turn it off. She could see his hand in his pocket. He was smiling at her and she could feel the vibrator going from low to medium intensity. Michelle picked up her phone. She was on the verge of having an orgasm in this meeting. He face was flushed and she was sopping wet between her legs. Michelle tried to concentrate on her phone as she typed her message to Tony. "I will do what you say. Please stop." Tony texted her back. "What are you?" The intensity between her legs increased as Michelle tried to stop her head from swimming. She was having trouble focusing her eyes as she texted back "Your dumb slut." Tony got the message and smiled and turned the vibrator off. Then he sent her one last message. "Your days of being a whore are over. Your days of being my slut have begun. You will tell your husband that you have a date tonight and you will not tell him anything else." Michelle got the message and nodded. Tony got up and left the room. That night when she got home Michelle took a shower and put on her tightest jeans. She then picked out a black vest that left her tanned mid drift bare. She was admiring herself in the mirror when I walked in the room. "I have something to tell you," Michelle said. "I will not be walking the streets or working in a club anymore on the weekends." I was happy about that. "What caused this decision?" I asked. "Tony told me he didn't want me to do that anymore. He worked it out with the gang," she said. Michelle paused a minute and bit her lower lip and lowered her eyes. "But he wants me to date. And he and my date are coming over tonight. I'm going to tell them we're having a trial separation." My heart sank. "Are we....separating?" I asked. "No," Michelle said quickly. "But please, let me play this out till the end with Tony. Then I'm done." She looked at me with pleading eyes and briefly smiled and then walked out of the room. Michelle's phone buzzed with a text from Tony. "Five minutes away. I want to see you really go for Derek. Or else." Michelle's was not pleased. Derek was a jerk. She would do her best but even if and when it came to sex she resolved not to have an orgasm with Derek. The doorbell rang and Michelle sauntered up to the door in her tight jeans and slutty high heels smoking a cigarette and let both men in. I was standing in the kitchen observing the situation. Michelle came in and glanced at me and grabbed two beers and a glass of wine and walked out and handed each guy a beer and then sat next to Derek who had been leering at her ass as she walked. Derek took the beer while his eyes were glued to her chest. This was a dream come true to him. Michelle took a drag of her cigarette and then a sip of wine and ran her tongue over her lips lightly and gave her tits a little shake. "You like?" Derek leered at Michelle. "I like a lot. What's the story with your husband?" Michelle waived her hand dismissively. "Oh him. Don't worry. We've had some problems. We agreed to a trial separation and that I could date." Michelle grabbed Derek's arm and leaned into him, rubbing her left tit against his arm. "I'm glad Tony had the idea of fixing us up." Derek had his arm around Michelle and was rubbing her bare back all the way down to where her jeans were. Despite her best efforts, Michelle had to admit she was getting aroused. Derek was an obnoxious asshole and he made some stupid comments. He was again curious about what her husband thought of her going out dressed like she was. Michelle took another drag of her cigarette. "He really has no say in the matter." She rubbed up against Derek some more. "I never knew you smoked," Derek said. "Does it bother you?" Michelle asked. Derek leered at Michelle and ran his finger down the side of one of her breasts. "No, actually it makes you look sexy. Your lips are so damn sexy." Michelle smiled. "I'm glad you think so. So what are we doing tonight?" "I know a bar I'd like to show you off at. And then from there, who knows?" Derek laughed at his joke. Michelle really didn't like him. He had been a leering jerk to her from the time he got out of high school and started showing up at his father's law firm, and it galled her to have to date him. Now he was going to parade her around in her sexy outfit to all his friends. She wanted a way out. Derek finished his beer and went to use the bathroom. Michelle ran over to Tony who had been sitting on a chair opposite the two of them enjoying Michelle's discomfort. "Baby, please. I hate him. Lets you and I go out. I'll buy you dinner and then you can take me home and have me all night. Anything but this." Tony smirked. "You really are such a dumb whore. I know what you want. And what I want is to make you into a cheating slut. You will date who I tell you to date. You will fuck who I tell you to fuck. Your excuse to your husband before was that being a whore was a fantasy. Well my fantasy is to take a whore and make her into a semi respectable cheating slut. And your first assignment is to start a relationship with Derek. Don't just flirt with him. Pick him up. Make out with him in public and then take him back to your little slut hotel room and let him have his way with you." Michelle was stunned. Tony had taken control of her life and moved it into an entirely different direction. It was natural to Michelle that he would want to fuck her and pimp her out. She expected that from every man she fucked. But what Tony was saying he was going to do was unexpected and very unsettling. He was reaching deep into her life and manipulating every aspect of it. From her marriage to her wardrobe to who she dated. Michelle made one more effort to have Tony change his mind. She shook her tits at Tony as she had learned how to do when she was a whore. "You don't want a night sucking on these babies?" she cooed as she reached for Tony. Tony was smiling but he was cold. "Bitch I can have that whenever I want. This is so much more entertaining.You will date Derek for the next two weeks and during that time, as he is fucking you as much as he wants I want you to meet a friend of his and fuck him behind Derek's back." Michelle couldn't believe what Tony was doing. In one move Tony had turned her into a cheating slut on her husband and then was ordering her to cheat on her boyfriend. Before she could say anything Derek walked back into the room dangling his car keys. Michelle got up and walked over to Derek who slid an arm around her and grabbed some of her ass. It was something he had always wanted to do. As they walked to the door he reached out and high-fived Tony. "Thanks bro. I owe you." Derek had a new Corvette convertible that his father had bought him. Michelle hopped in and they drove to the bar as Derek made some lewd suggestions about whether her head could fit between his crotch and the steering wheel. Michelle knew she would end up blowing him that night, but she didn't want to do it while he was driving. She didn't want to give him that satisfaction. Michelle could feel every eye in the bar on her as she walked in. Tony was there and she was not surprised about that. He was watching from the other end of the bar. Michelle realized she was getting wet. Tony was forcing her to humiliate herself in public in way that exceeded being a whore and walking down the street shaking her ass and tits at cars. Tony had found one arrogant guy she despised and now he was making her pretend to be in to him. She was angry and humiliated and turned on all at the same time. Michelle forced a smile and rubbed up against Derek. Some music started and they went out to the small dance floor in the bar. Michelle danced a bit and shook her tits and then smiled as she moved close to Derek and put her arms around him. Derek immediately slid one hand down to her ass as they swayed together. They danced a bit and when things slowed down Michelle moved even closer to Derek and he nuzzled her ear and neck and soon they started making out in public, just as Tony had ordered her too. 
 "You know I have dreamed of this for years," Derek whispered into her ear as he squeezed her ass with one hand and massaged her left tit with his other hand. Michelle had both of her arms wrapped around his neck and she made herself kiss Derek again. "Well tonight's your lucky night. I have a hotel room. You game?" Michelle slid her hand down between the two of them where Derek had been grinding his crotch into hers and she squeezed his cock through his jeans. Derek kissed Michelle's bee stung lips again. "Your lips are so sensuous. I have stared at your tits and ass for years but your lips seem bigger and more sexy then I remember." Derek had pulled part of her top down and her left tit was now in his hand. Michelle couldn't break their embrace without exposing herself. "I got my lips done with collagen." She wiggled her ass as he squeezed it. "If you like kissing them...." Michelle swallowed hard. She really thought he was an arrogant spoiled jerk. "Imagine them wrapped around your cock. Now put my tit back in my top and lets get to my hotel room." On the way over to the hotel Derek drove and did his best to get Michelle to blow him as he drove. She resisted. There was just something about sucking his cock as he drove that she didn't want to do. When they got to the hotel room however, it was different. Derek sat on the bed and pulled Michelle on to his lap and they made out Derek was taking his time with the sexy MILF. He wanted to enjoy all of her and he was doing it slowly. Michelle had thought that Derek would move quickly to wanting a blow job and then a fuck but she was surprised at his patience. And despite her strong desire to not get turned on she found herself getting aroused. Derek was kissing her and lightly tracing her nipples through the material of her top and Michelle's nipples stiffened. Before she realized it she was rubbing his cock through his pants. "You're horny aren't you?" Derek asked. "Hmmm hmmm," Michelle purred in his ear. Derek open Michelle's vest and pulled her towards his crotch. Michelle smiled and stretched out and prepared to suck his cock. Derek ran his hand inside the back of her jeans and realized she wasn't wearing any panties. Before Michelle knew it Derek had her pants pulled down her legs and her ass were sticking up in the air as she laid across his lap. Michelle was not comfortable with the situation and she struggled to move but Derek held her in her place. "Hold on baby, I have a surprise for you." He reached behind her into a small gym bag he had brought with him. Michelle began to struggle. "No Derek let me down." Derek brought the ping pong paddle down hard on her naked ass. Michelle cursed. "Shit Derek. What the fuck? Stop that. It hurts. Let me down." Derek was holding her tight and as she struggled her tits which were hanging flopped back and forth. Derek brought the paddle down on her other ass cheek and the noise sounded to Michelle as if a firecracker had gone off as she felt her ass cheek immediately turn red. She was angry. "Damn it Derek. That's enough. Stop." Derek smacked her ass again. "You are a bad girl and need to be punished." Michelle squirmed and was frustrated she couldn't move. The pain in her ass was bad and she suppressed a sob. She felt Derek move again to hit her ass. "Please no Derek" she whined. Derek hit her again but not as hard. "You're changing your tune bad girl aren't you?" Michelle was angry, in pain, and humiliated. Of all the people in the world to punish her she really didn't want Derek to do it. And yet the humiliation was stimulating. She felt herself get wet which made her angry. She struggled again and Derek smacked her ass again with the paddle and Michelle wailed. "Ow!! Please stop." She started to cry and tears ran down her face. She didn't want Derek to see her cry. She felt so helpless with her ass, bright red, sticking up in the air. She hated the fact that Derek could smack her ass whenever he wanted and she couldn't stop him. Michelle's Slow Descent "You were a cock tease to me all those years and now this is your punishment." Derek went to hit her ass again. "No Please!" Michelle shouted and Derek stopped, holding the paddle near her ass. Derek waited. He lightly tapped the paddle on her ass. Michelle sniffled and tried to stop her tears. "You're hurting me." "Not what I wanted to hear baby" and he smacked her ass again. Michelle wailed as she felt herself go wet. She was so ashamed. She wiggled her ass to try and alleviate the pain as Derek laughed. "I'm sorry Derek. I'm sorry...." Michelle paused and sniffled and Derek held the paddle near her ass. He tapped her ass gently and she jumped, fearful he would spank her again. "I'm sorry I was such a cock tease. I'm sorry. I was bad." Michelle sniffled. "Go on" said Derek. Michelle took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I didn't let you fuck me before. But I'm here now." Derek let Michelle wiggle off his lap. She stood up facing him. Her tits hanging out. Her ass bright red. Derek pulled Michelle to sit on his lap. She was so humiliated. He didn't deserve an apology. For years he had harassed her and grabbed her ass and tits, even when he was interning in his father's office just after he graduated high school. He was an arrogant jerk and it shamed her to have to apologize. As she sat on her lap she let Derek wipe her tears away. Now it bothered her that he was being nice to her. She was angry and confused and started to cry. Derek kissed her softly and to her amazement she was kissing him back. "It's OK now baby. You were a bad girl and needed to be punished." "I was bad" Michelle whimpered as she lightly kissed Derek. "But now it's time for some pleasure," Derek said. Michelle allowed him to lay her down on the bed. Derek lay next to her and began lightly kissing her tanned stomach. Michelle moaned as Derek lowered her kisses down to her waist line. She clenched her fists on the bed sheets. This was something her Husband never did and she knew that he would be able to make her orgasm. She had promised herself that she would not orgasm with Derek but he had surprised her with the punishment which, she hated to admit to herself, had made her wet. Derek was between her legs, nibbling on her inner thighs and teasing her with his tongue and Michelle was moaning uncontrollably. He ran his tongue lightly over her pussy and she exploded, clenching her thighs and gripping the bed and shaking and bucking her ass high in the air. Derek surprised her by increasing his assault on her pussy with his tongue. No matter how much Michelle bucked and squirmed and moaned Derek kept pushing deeper with her tongue. Finally Michelle exploded a second time and she screamed. Derek looked up from between her thighs and smiled. Then he moved himself up and Michelle reached around him and pulled him to her. "Oh fuck me. Oh just fuck me please." She opened her legs and in a moment Derek was between them and he was inside her. He kissed her and she greedily sucked his tongue into her mouth and he matched her rhythm. Michelle and Derek kept the rhythm going for several minutes and Michelle felt another large orgasm building when Derek pulled out and flipped her over. With her ass in the air Michelle waited as Derek mounted her. She was as wet as she had ever been and she was desperate for another orgasm. She knew she would hate herself in the morning but now she needed to be fucked. Derek began fucking her from behind and immediately Michelle could sense his rhythm and movement was different. It as harder and more intense. He was less concerned with her pleasure as he reached around with both hands and roughly grabbed her tits. Michelle winced as Derek squeezed her tits hard as he plunged in and out of her. "Easy baby. Don't be too rough," Michelle gasped. Then she gasped louder as Derek smacked her ass hard. "Pleasure time is over. Time for more punishment. This is a revenge fuck. I am fucking you hard to get revenge for the way you treated me and ignored me in the past." Michelle's head began to swim. She was being revenged fucked! The thought made her nipples stiffen and she began to moan. "Oh Derek I was bad. I am sorry. I am just a slut and now you have me. Please baby. Be nice. I'm your girlfriend now." Derek laughed. "I have a girlfriend. You're a fuck. A fuck buddy. That's all." Derek kept fucking her. He had waited years for this and he wanted to enjoy every moment. He was fucking the hottest MILF he had ever seen. She was all his. Her tits were swaying to the rhythm of his strokes fucking her. He ass- red from his abuse- was raised in the air as she arched her back to meet his cock which was plunging deep inside her. He had waited so long for this moment and he was determined to enjoy it as much as he could. Derek pulled her hair and Michelle moaned and her head reared back as she felt herself lose control. "Oh yes. I'm just a fuck buddy. Fuck me whenever you want." Michelle began to cum again and this time Derek let loose and came hard inside her. Together the both of them collapsed on the bed and Michelle felt Derek nuzzle her neck. She recoiled. He was an arrogant jerk and he had been treating her badly. She had no reason to apologize to him. And yet he had broken her and that turned her on. Derek laid back on the bed and pulled Michelle close to him. He kissed her. As much as it bothered her she kissed him back and then put her head on his chest and sighed. She had never had such intense orgasms as she had after he had punished her by spanking her and as he was revenge fucking her. She was spent and satisfied and she drifted off to sleep. Twice in the next few hours Derek had awakened her for sex. Once he had fucked her as she let him between her legs and felt like she was in a dream state. A few hours later she was more awake and readily went between his legs and gave him a slow sexy blow job, stopping every few minutes to put small kisses on his cock. She was submitting fully to Derek and that turned her on. As morning came Derek took her once more in bed and then once in the shower as he mounted her from behind. As they were dressing Michelle had on her jeans and her shoes but Derek was twirling her vest. "Come on Derek I need my top." Derek kept the top out of reach. "You know I always keep a trophy when I fuck a girl. And I think this top is my trophy." Michelle sighed. Then she grabbed for her top but Derek was too quick and he laughed at her as her tits bounced uncontrollably. "The room is on the first floor. You can dash out to your car. I want the top." Michelle put her hands on her hips. Derek admired the Milf he had just used all night. She looked so sexy in her jeans and high heels and her tits swinging free. That's how he wanted to send her home to her husband. Derek spun the top at Michelle and then stood up. "I will be calling soon baby. See ya." And then he walked out the door laughing. Michelle cursed and went to her purse. She pulled out a cigarette and her car keys and wrapped a towel around her chest. She started to smoke and went outside to find her car. She had looked around and no one was in the parking lot. It was still too early. As she was walking quickly in her high heels Michelle suddenly realized she had driven with Derek to the motel. Her car was back at the bar. Damn she thought and then a car pulled up next to her. Two large black guys got out. They couldn't have been more than 19 years old. "Look what we got here," one teen said to the other. Michelle took a deep breath. Tony had taken her off the streets but that didn't mean she didn't know how to be a whore. Michelle blew smoke at the teens and she started to walk her whore walk, shaking her ass and her tits. She let her towel drop to the ground. "Hey boys. This ho needs a shirt " She walked up to the larger one and shook her tits at him and ran her hand over his tank top. "Can I have your shirt baby?" Michelle cooed. The guy reached out and stroked her tit. "It's gonna cost you." Michelle smiled. "I don't have much money but I have a room." "Lets go" the other guy said. Michelle smiled and turned around and began to stroll back to her room. She was shaking her ass and her tits were swaying as she walked. She had just spent the night as a slut to an arrogant jerk who had doled out punishment and pleasure and made her cry. It was unfamiliar to her and she was shaken by it. But this. Being a whore. Picking up a few guys for a fuck in a hotel room. This she knew how to do. Michelle paused at the door and finished her cigarette. "Here's the deal guys. I get your shirt. You each get me for a ten minute fuck and then you give me a ride back to my car." The larger guy nodded but the smaller one said "no deal." Michelle was surprised. "20 minutes each and you suck my dick in the back of the car as we ride back," the smaller guy said. Michelle was ready to cut the deal but the guy continued. "And, since you a ho, we get to peddle your ass to two of our friends for money. You do them. We get the money and you get to your car ho. Ok?" Michelle smiled to herself. She might be in unfamiliar territory with Tony and Derek, but being a slut and a whore and being pimped out was something she knew very well. It felt good to be back to something familiar. Michelle smiled as she turned and in her best whore stroll she shook her ass and tits and walked into the hotel room. Michelle woke up feeling hazy. She was laying in the arms of a large black man. They were both naked and he had an arm across her chest and he was cupping her breast. She tried to focus. The two guys who had taken her back to her hotel room promising to give her a ride to her car after she took care of them had obviously lied. Once in the room they had given her a cigarette that was obviously spiked. She vaguely remembered feeling like they had drugged her as she became woozy. She knew that they had been making phone calls and that after each of them had had her there was a steady stream of men she had serviced throughout the rest of the day. At some point she had felt herself regain her senses and she had asked for her phone. Instead they had given her some juice to drink and it had set her body on fire. She became passionate and crazed for sex. She had heard them laughing about the white Ho on X but she was powerless to do anything about it. She wanted to make out with and fuck every guy they had sold her pussy to. Eventually she had passed out again and now she was waking up with this stranger and a headache. Michelle started to climb out of the bed when the hand clamped down on her tit and pulled her back. "Where do you think you're going honey?" asked the guy. Michelle allowed herself to be pulled back on to his chest. "I need to use the bathroom." The man put Michelle's hand down to his groin. "First take care of your man." Michelle wrapped her hand around a large cock and felt it stiffen. She sat up and looked down at his cock and then she looked at his face. Suddenly a chill went through her. The man laughed as Michelle's eyes widened. It was one of the janitor's from her law firm. His name was James. He was about 27 years old and Michelle recalled that one of the interns had told her that he was working as part of a project to rehabilitate recently released prison inmates. "Well well well look who we have here" laughed James as he pushed her head down towards his cock. Michelle allowed herself to be pushed down and began to slowly lick James' cock. Then she looked up at him. "What day is it?" "Tuesday." Michelle moaned. "I have to get to work." James wrapped his hands in Michelle's blond hair. "You are at work bitch. Now take care of your man." Michelle began to suck James cock. She figured she would get him to come quickly and then get out of the room and call her husband. She hadn't yet figured out how she would deal with the fact another person at work had discovered her. James played with her tits as he laid back and let the 42 year old attorney suck his cock. "Yeah. I was cleaning your office last week Ho. And look how times have changed. I am a lucky man. High class attorney now some cheap ass whore sucking cock for a living" Michelle didn't say anything. She didn't want to admit who she was. She was hopeful she could bluff her way out of it. "The balls bitch. Suck em." Michelle did as she was told. "Now kiss it. Tell it you love it." Michelle began kissing the janitor's cock and repeating the words James had ordered her to repeat. "I love this cock. It's so big and hard. I love it." "Now look at me with those whore eyes as you suck me off" James ordered. Michelle looked up and tried her best to look subservient to James as she wrapped her bee sting collagen enhanced lips around the tip of his cock and slid her lips up and down his cock. She cupped his balls as she felt him moisten and then closed her eyes as he pulled out at the last minute and shot his load all over her face. Michelle got up and started to go to the bathroom but James grabbed her. "Where you going ho?" "The bathroom." "Ask your man permission." Michelle didn't like the way James used the term "your man". She had learned from her time being pimped out by the gang and then Tony that the term signified a whore's submission to her pimp and she certainly did not want that to happen with James. But for the moment she was desperate to use the bathroom and clean up. "Can I go to the bathroom?" "What's that all over your face ho?" "Your cum." "Whose cum?" James raised his voice in a threatening manner. Michelle lowered her eyes. "My man's cum." James softened his voice. "Go get cleaned up baby girl. We have work to do." Michelle shuffled off to the bathroom wondering just what James thought he was going to do. When she came back James was dressed and was looking at her cell phone. Michelle reached for it but James pushed her away. "Man, I'm looking through your emails. You been one busy slut. These videos are great." "Gimme my phone James." James put down the phone and stared at Michelle. "Don't you ever tell me what to do." Michelle was wearing her jeans. She was looking for the tank top she had given a blow job for. She reached for her phone. James slapped her hard. Michelle was more surprised than hurt although the slap stung and brought tears to her eyes. The phone remained on the table. James stared at Michelle daring her to reach for the phone. Michelle put out her hand again. James slapped her even harder causing her to fall. Michelle started to cry as James stood over her. He took a boot he was wearing and pushed it in her face. "My Ho needs to learn some manners. Shine my boot with your tongue ho." Michelle looked up at James. "Please. I need to get to work. I won't tell anyone." James remained impassive. "Don't make me ask twice bitch." "James. I have money I can give you if you'll..." Michelle didn't get to finish the sentence. James grabbed her hair and dragged her across the room. Michelle tried to get up but stumbled and fell, knocking over a chair. "Get up," James ordered and Michelle staggered to her feet. James slapped her even harder, knocking her back to the ground. Michelle tasted blood in her mouth. When she opened her eyes and focused, there was James' brown boot. "Shine my boot Ho." Michelle was crying. She knew she was in real trouble. WIth all the things she did on the street and in the club for the gang, it was always understood she was there voluntarily. Sure they called her names and ordered her around, but they realized deep down she was living a fantasy and they were happy to make money and let her shake her ass on their turf. But she always showed up voluntarily and could leave when she wanted, although they hassled her about it. This was different. No one had ever struck her before. Michelle lifted up her head and looked at James. James grabbed her hair. Michelle moved her hand up and slowly took James hand out of her hair. Then she hung her head and stuck out her tongue and slowly licked his boot. James watched her. Michelle licked it three more times before James lifted the sole. Michelle put out her tongue and licked the bottom of his boot once and then went to do it again as James walked away. "Get up Ho. We got to get to work." Michelle got up and walked to the bathroom and washed her face. Then she came out. "We going to walk to club Diamonds. It's bout twenty blocks from here. You gonna shake your ass and tits and make me some money bitch. When we get to the club you gonna work the rest of the day and tonight until you made me enough money. Then we gonna walk back to my crib and you gonna shake your ass and tits all the way back. Then you gonna clean my crib, make me some dinner and then take care of me. Got it?" Michelle nodded. Then she looked up. "If you want money I make more as a lawyer. I can go to my bank..." James slapped Michelle again and she tumbled over backwards and crashed to the floor." "When I give you orders the only thing I want from your dumb ho ass is to nod your dumb cunt head. Got it?" James was shouting at her. Michelle stood up crying. She nodded her head. "What are you?" Michelle sniffled. "A dumb ho." "You gonna speak back to your man?" Michelle shook her head no. "Come here." Michelle walked over to James and he kissed her. "You my baby girl. I need to teach you how to respect and treat your man. Once you learn, you gonna be fine. It's not like before when you were a lawyer and I cleaned your office. Now your my ho." Michelle nodded and let James kiss her again. She was ashamed and confused and scared. She needed to get away from James but he had her phone and wallet and car keys. She was trapped. They walked down the street towards the club. James stayed ten or twelve feet behind Michelle so she could walk and shake her ass and pick up guys while James watched. They walked past a group of men hanging outside of a bodega drinking beer. Michelle heard James tell her to stop so she did. One of the guys got up and high fived James. "What you got here my man?" he said looking Michelle up and down and leering. "Your boy back in the game with one fine bitch" said James proudly. "This ho used to work as a lawyer at that shit place I was cleaning up at. But now she mine and I'm back in the game. You want a taste?" The guy looked at Michelle and reached out and rubbed her tit. "How much?" "20 for a blow job, 50 for a fuck." The guy nodded. "How about ten for a quick one?" James nodded to Michelle and she and the guy walked around the corner to an alley and Michelle dropped to her knees and quickly sucked him off. She got up, adjusted her top and walked back to James and handed him the money. James petted her head. "That's the first money my baby girl gave her man. Won't be the last though." James laughed and smacked her ass and they walked off towards the club. Twice more Michelle was stopped and James negotiated a quick deal for her and both times Michelle did as she was told. When they got to the club Michelle could feel everyone looking at her as she walked in. She was the only white woman in the place. She stood quietly and smoked a cigarette James had given her- he had even taken charge of when she could smoke- while James talked with the club owner. Twice strippers had walked by and called her names under their breath. They didn't want her working at the club and taking business from them. James and the club owner walked over and James introduced Michelle to JJ, who was actually about the age of James and the son of the man who owned the club. "Here's the deal. It's five dollars a lap dance during the day, price goes up to ten after 7pm. Club gets twenty dollars an hour from you plus half your dances. When the customers want more, you take them in the back. Club gets half of that plus you need to negotiate payment with Big John who runs the back room. Got it?" Michelle's Slow Descent Michelle nodded. She looked at James. James let out a low whistle. "20 an hour. That's high. Come on ho, negotiate a little. You a lawyer." Michelle looked at JJ. "Can you lower that a bit?" JJ laughed. "Or what? What you gonna do bitch? Your man told you to work this club and make him money. You got no choice. Unless..." Michelle already knew what he wanted. She shook her tits a bit and walked up to JJ. "I can offer you some of these." JJ reached inside and pulled out her tit. "No bad for a MILF. But I can get all the tit I want." "Whatch you want baby?" Michelle said, trying to talk like the black strippers did. "You want some white pussy?" "Now you're talking," said JJ. "OK. When you ready for a break in a few hours, let me know and I'll take you in the back and we'll see how much you can make me lower the hourly rate. Man that pussy better be sweet." Michelle shook her ass. "It is baby. You'll love tapping this ho's ass." Then she walked away sashaying her ass as she went, knowing JJ was already dreaming about fucking her. Michelle came back and told James. "I need some club clothes." She was still wearing her jeans and a vest. "Shit," said James. "I should strip your dumb ho ass naked and make you work like that." James looked at JJ. "What kind of dumb ass white ho comes to work without her work clothes?" Both men laughed. JJ pointed to a door in the back. "Go back there. It's the locker room. See what you can find." Michelle started to walk off and James smacked her ass. "Fast bitch. You on the clock. Twenty an hour." Michelle moved quickly to the back room. She used to charge $295.00 an hour as an attorney. Now she was hustling five dollar lap dances for a violent pimp who beat her. She started to cry. It had all gone horribly wrong. She wanted her life back. It was Tuesday. On Tuesdays she had a yoga class she liked after work and then she and her husband usually met for a nice dinner out. Now she was stuck with James in some trashy ghetto club and she didn't want to be there. He whored her ass out on the way to the club and she was sure he would do the same on the way back. There were three dancers in the small dressing room. One ignored her and one called her a slut as she walked in. "I need some clothes, " Michelle said as she tried to stop her tears. "And I need your whore ass out of my job, bitch," one dancer sneered at her. Michelle looked down and saw some clothes in the corner. She picked up a few when one of the dancers came over and slapped her. "That shit ain't yours bitch. Who raised you? You want to borrow something, you ask." The slap stung. Michelle had been hit more today than she had been the rest of her life. She looked at the ground and fought to hold back her tears. "I'm sorry. May I please borrow some clothes?" "I'll sell you some bitch," the dancer said. "I...I don't have any money," Michelle said. She felt like crying. She had nothing. What little she had James had. She was dependent upon him for anything and everything. The dancer held out a small skirt and a torn and dirty bra. "You take this and give me 20 when you make it before you leave today. Plus a dance" All of a sudden $20.00 dollars seemed like so much money to a woman who used to tip that much without thinking. But Michelle realized she had no choice. "You want me to dance? For you?" Michelle was not sure what the dancer was up to. "Yeah, ho. I could use me a dance." The stripper sat down and Michelle walked over. She began to try and sway her body to the music. She took off her top and her large breasts swayed as the stripper reached up an plucked a red, swollen nipple. Michelle winced but continued dancing as the stripper played with her tit. The music stopped and Michelle stood up. "Where you going ho? You ain't stripped for me. If you want your clothes, keep going." Another song came on and Michelle danced for a moment and then stopped and took off her high heels and then her pants. Then she started to dance again naked except for her high heels as the the stripper smiled and pulled her close and the other dancers in the small back room watched. Michelle straddled the stripper and closed her eyes as the dancer put hands on each of her breasts. Michelle allowed the stripper to put one of her breasts in her mouth. The stripper sucked at the nipple and then flicked it a few times with her tongue causing Michelle to gasp. "You like that baby?" the stripper cooed. Michelle nodded. The stripper pulled Michelle close and gave her a soft kiss and then another. Michelle kept her mouth closed as the black woman tried to pry it open with her tongue. "Come on baby. Give me some of your sweet white mouth." The stripper kissed Michelle on her neck and then softly bit her ear and Michelle moaned. She could feel herself get wet. The stripper went back and kissed her again and Michelle allowed herself to be taken. The stripper invaded Michelle's mouth with her tongue. One hand lightly tickled one of Michelle's tits as her other hand began to rub between Michelle's thighs. Michelle moaned and the stripper increased her pressure between Michelle's legs. Michelle briefly wondered what the dancers would say if they saw her have an orgasm, but then she stopped caring. The orgasm came a few seconds later and it came in waves. Michelle kissed the dancer passionately and opened her legs a bit allowing the dancer's hand free access to her. Michelle collapsed and the stripper was petting her head and cooing in her ear. "You my baby. You watch me and I'll take care of you. Just give me some pussy now and then." Michelle struggled off the stripper and bent down and picked up her dirty stripper skirt and the torn bra. She put them on as the other girls watched silently. Then she gathered up her other clothes and started to walk out. She stopped for a moment and looked back. "Thank you for the clothes. I'll pay you before my shift ends tonight." Then she tottered out of the back room on impossibly high heels with a skirt way to short to cover her ass. She was wobbly on her heels and lightheaded from her orgasm. She looked around the club and saw James siting by the bar. She guessed he would sit there for her entire shift. She was his whore as long as he didn't let her out of his sight. She guessed she was going to be working at the club and getting pimped out by James for a while. James looked at her up and down. "You got to be kidding me. That the best you can do?" Michelle nodded miserably. She had a closet full of clothes at home. But then she realized home was not home anymore for her and it was all her fault. She had wanted to play at being a whore and ended up trapped and pimped out against her will. Her job was gone, her husband wouldn't forgive her for this. All seemed lost. James lightly tapped Michelle on the face. "Answer me ho." "Yes this was the best I could do. And I had to promise to pay $20 dollars." Michelle unconsciously pulled at the dirty short skirt that showed her pussy in almost any position she was in. "Sheeet," James laughed. "Them hos in the back done took advantage of your dumb ass. I thought you was a good lawyer. I guess you ain't is you?" Michelle hung her head. "I'm just your dumb ho. But I will get better." James took Michelle's clothes and stuffed them under the stool he was sitting on. "Ok bitch. Go make me some money. You got a lot of bills all of the sudden. Ten dollars for the club every hour, 20 for clothes, and you ain't made me shit yet." Michelle walked off in her high heels and started strolling around the mostly empty club. It wasn't long before she was sitting on some guy's lap and swaying to the music as she allowed him to paw her body for five dollars that she would not be even allowed to keep. She wondered how things could get any worse.