4 comments/ 16163 views/ 1 favorites The Whore of Babylon By: JSmith82 Episode 1: From virgin to cheating slut Chapter 1: Losing my virginity Where did it all begin? Where did I start my career? How did I go from a sweet college eighteen year old to being a professional girl and a Madam? Ah, the memories!! Let's start at the beginning. My real (married) name is Jennifer Harrison and I was eighteen and a very nice clean girl, a virgin, till I was eighteen. I had kept my virginity for my husband, for my wedding night. I was proud of this and happy to do this. This was till I got seduced by Jack. Jack was the party boy, one year older than me with lots of sexual experience. He had probably screwed half the girls in my class. I was his challenge. I refused to sleep with him, I refused to let him touch me, I refused to talk to him. Over a period of six months, he wore down my resistance with flowers, love notes, playing the besotted lover who couldn't live without me. Eventually, I agreed to go out with him. The first few dates were very decent. Just holding hands, a nice dinner and movie and then home with a peck on the cheeks. He wanted more but he pretended not to. Finally one day he asked me for sex and I said no. I said it was for my future husband. He instantly said that, he wanted to marry me and be my husband. I asked him to speak to my parents and he did. There was a very quick engagement and the date was fixed. Then one day, he took me on a date to a lovely restaurant where the food was good, the alcohol flowed freely and I got very drunk and glassy eyed. He told me it was not safe for me to go home and I should take a hotel room. I said, it was not safe for him to drive either and he should get one too. Wonder of wonders, he had enough money only for one room. So we got one room and I was too drunk to figure out what his plans were. In the room, he asked me whether I was happy to marry him and I said yes. He then said that he would like to see what he was getting and I said I couldn't understand. So he said, he wanted to see my naked body. I guess I was too drunk to understand what was going on but, I did put on a show of prudery. I refused and he said, "Now, now! We are almost married aren't we?" So, I allowed him to kiss me, first on the lips and then on the face and slowly he continued down to my neck, kissing me and giving me goose bumps. Soon, he had one hand on my left breast and was kneading it very gently. Our lips were locked in a passionate kiss and his hands were taking liberties with my tits through my clothes. In a well practised move, he quickly slipped his hand into my blouse and pulled one breast out and put his lips on the nipple. This was the first time a man had seen my breast and the very knowledge of that excited me. His touch sent tingles through my body and his kisses of my areola and nipple and his sucking caused me to melt. I had neither the strength nor the inclination to refuse him anything he wanted. He slipped his hand in and bulled the right breast out of the blouse and lavished his attention on it. Soon, he was sucking on one tit and squeezing the other, while I stood there, still fully clothed with my tits hanging out in his hands. He kissed me on the lips, on the nipples, every where. He caressed my body and my breasts and I started feeling tingles between my legs. I felt my pussy moisten, my resolve weaken and the urgent need to be fucked real hard by a man. Soon, I got him off me and pulled my top off and got the bra off to give him free access to my tits. Did he love it? He was like a man possessed. He went mad and attacked me with a gusto and enthusiasm which was very enjoyable for me. With his lips on my breast and me moaning, I noticed his hand had moved to the back of my skirt and he had pulled down the zip. In the back of my mind, I realised that precious virginity was in danger but my body did not care. He was so good that, the feelings he was giving my body were now more important than keeping that troublesome virginity. Somehow, something gave and I started moving my hips to give him help in pulling down my skirt. Soon, I was standing before him in panties only and he was playing with my tits and kissing me. He lay me down on the bed and started rubbing my back and touching me all over, getting me more and more excited. His faint caresses on my breasts alternating with squeezes were accompanied by kisses on the lips, on the neck and all over my front. This was getting more and more exciting and somehow of my own accord, my legs parted, my pussy creamed and my nipples stood up very hard. I guess he was a man experienced in the ways of giving a woman pleasure and he knew when I responded. Very slowly and imperceptibly his hand went lower and lower on my body till he had his hand on my snatch over my knickers. He rubbed the area sending goose bumps up my spine. I was moaning and getting more and more excited when he slipped one finger under the panties and into my virgin pussy. He felt the resistance and said, "You are a virgin!' "Oh, baby! I've been saving it for you." That set him off into a frenzy and he began rubbing my clit and my pussy lips and commenting on how wet I was. He kept kissing me and saying things like, "You have the nicest pussy in the world. It is lovely and wet. I love to fuck it." That sort of dirty talk was very stimulating and I got wetter and wetter. Eventually, I got sick of his touching me through my panties and I put my hands down into the band of my panties and began pulling it down. He got the message and did it himself. Soon my pussy (very hairy at that time) was exposed to Jack's leering eyes. He looked at it with amazement like it was the first he had ever seen. He touched it very gently, rubbing the lips and the clit and getting me more and more excited. Soon, he knelt down and planted a kiss between my legs. I had heard of this but never imagined what it could do to me. I squirmed with the sensations going from that centre of my legs to the top of my head and made some encouraging noises. He did not need much encouragement and started slowly licking the clit running his tongue from back to front, making me squirt cum onto his tongue. Soon he was licking me and sucking on my clit and getting me more and more excited. My pussy was wet and incredibly hot. It felt shallow and empty like it needed something in it to fill it up. I pulled his head closer to get him to suck harder and make me more excited. Then it happened. The sensations built to a peak and like a dam it burst, sending waves of pleasure through my body starting up from my cunt to the depths of my soul. I was uncontrollable. I went into spasms and began crying out, "Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" Jack took advantage of the moment and during my spasms quickly took off his shirt and his pants. He stood in front of me in his underwear. When I stopped my orgasm and settled down, he said, "Here darling! Pull my underwear down!" I looked into his eyes and could not resist. I pulled it down releasing his erect cock. This was the first time I had seen an erect penis and I was fascinated and scared. The size of that was not much but it seemed massive to me. I feared what that weapon would do to me. I wondered whether it would fit into my delicate frame. Would my pussy handle something that big? He saw the fear in my eyes and said, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. First you need to touch it and get used to it before it enters you" He made me touch it, caress it fondle it and watch it grow bigger and harder in front of my eyes. The mechanics of watching a cock stand up was fascinating but that fear about his size still lingered. When I told him that, he said it needed lubrication to make it easier to enter my body. The best form of lubrication would be my saliva. So, with some reluctance I started on my first blow-job. He guided me through the process, telling me to start by licking the tip, then licking the shaft from tip to root. He made me take the tip into my mouth and suck on it. Then he taught me to open my mouth fully and relax my throat so it would go all the way in. He taught me to suck while he educated me in the pleasures of being fucked in the throat (at least pleasures for him). I learnt how to give pleasure with my mouth. After a while, he pulled out and said, "I better stop before I loose it an blow my load." The thought of swallowing that stuff was disgusting at the time but looking back now I realise how much I have changed. The taste of cum is delicious for me today. Anyway, back to Jack. He knelt down in front of my open legs and licked and sucked on my pussy till I was desperate to fuck. I said, "Jack, please!" "Please, what? My darling!" "You know what. I want you in me!" "Oh no, baby! You gotta ask me to fuck you real nice!" ""Jack, Fuck me! Fuck me real nice! Fuck me hard with that gorgeous cock of yours!" He needed no more encouragement. He stood up and aimed his cock at my pussy and started rubbing me up with it. The wetness seeping out of my pussy made his movements more and more exciting but I wanted it inside not outside. I said, "Quit playing around and fuck me!" "Baby, it is just there. Put your hand forward and take it." I was desperate by then. I held his organ in my right hand, parted my pussy lips with my left hand and guided him in. He pushed and encountered resistance. It hurt like bloody hell, let me tell you. I bit my tongue and said, "Darling, push hard and I will be yours!" His push into me sent searing pain into me like I was being stabbed with a hot poker. The pain went deep into me and I screamed. He put his mouth on mine to prevent me making too much noise. Then he withdrew and pushed back in. The pain was less this time. Each subsequent pelvic thrust became less painful and more pleasurable as he fucked me. I pushed back at him to meet his thrusts and began enjoying it. He was a very good lover and he could hold on for a long time. He varied his thrusts, sometimes deep, sometimes not so deep. He kept going for what seemed an eternity till he moaned, "I'm cumming!" and he released plenty of his love juice into my body. I did not cum. I have never had another orgasm with Jack since that first one, when he got me off with his mouth. I got up and looked down at the blood mixed with his cum pouring out from between my legs and I loved the sensation of belonging to a man. We spent the evening together and Jack recovered enough for us to fuck two more times. We went home and two weeks later I discovered I was pregnant. Even though we were getting married, I couldn't tell my parents. Jack organised an abortion which went horribly wrong. The net result of that abortion, as I found out many years later, was that I could never have children. A few months later we got married. Chapter 2: Losing my innocence: During all the parties before the wedding, I kept bumping into Michael, a middle aged teacher from my school, who kept dropping hints about how he liked my young body. He became more and more explicit. Some of my friends knew about Michael. Apparently, he had the reputation of being hung like a horse and being a really good lover. Michael was the ultimate catch and all my friends kept telling me to go for him since he was the best lover ever. Well, I guess, I got carried away. I craved for the ultimate orgasm. I wanted a well endowed man. So I agreed to meet Michael outside the diner I worked, after work one day. He was the perfect gentleman as he escorted me to his car, opened the door for me and even gave me flowers. We drove to his house without any sense of impropriety. He was very nice and spoke about everything except his real intentions. His house was empty. He had been divorced some years ago and his wife took off with the kids. He led me in and I went with him quite excited but also worried about what would happen. I was going into a stranger's house just a few days before my wedding. He sat me at the table, poured me some wine and started small talk. Soon, the ice melted and we were talking about things that I wouldn't normally speak about. The alcohol probably loosened my tongue. I spoke about Jack, about loving him, about looking forward to the marriage. Then he asked about sex with Jack and whether it was fulfilling. I said it was and he smiled and said, "You think it is but you have no one to compare him against. Tonight, I will teach you the real meaning of love making" Then he looked me in the eyes and said, "Are you scared?" "Anxious, worried but not scared." "Well then let's get you comfortable." He took me upstairs to his bedroom and took out a package for me. I asked him what it was. He told me it was something special for me. When I opened it I found an expensive one piece bathing suit, which he asked me to put on while he waited for me. When I was changed, he changed too and we went to his pool and had a dip and frolic for some time before coming out. He dried me, with the swimsuit on and took me up where he said, "I really would love to fuck you, now!" I was shocked by his frankness but I felt a tingle run through my body starting from the core of my sex from between my legs. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Do you say that to all girls on your first date?" "No! Just to special ones." With that, he pulled my swimsuit off my shoulders, down my body and down the legs, leaving me naked in front of him. He dried my naked body and paid special attention to drying my tits, arse and between my legs. The sheer eroticism of it all made me gasp. "I don't know why I am doing this. I love Jack, you know." "That is love, this is sex! They are not related and in any case you need to know what a real man is like, not that namby-pamby fiancé of yours." While saying this he had already started playing with my nipples, stroking them, tweaking them and pinching them. The sensations spread from my tits to my cunt and I felt weak at the knees. I sat down on the bed. He pushed me down to a lying down position and continued his assault on my tits. I thought Jack was a good lover but he was nothing compared to Michael. That man made awesome use of his fingers and lips on my nipples and breasts to make me start moaning and panting. While he was sucking on my nipples one of his hands moved to that special spot between my legs. He was caressing my clit, first very gently and then the pressure and tempo increased. One of his fingers slid into the hole while he was rubbing the palm of his hand. The other hand was rubbing up and down my leg. The sensations from my special spot, the thrill of cheating on my fiancé just before getting married and the fact that this was only the second man to see me naked coupled with his fingers became intensely erotic. I was creaming and my pussy was dripping wet. Pretty soon, I felt my orgasm coming on and it felt like a rush of water pent up behind a dam ready to burst. It kept building and I was gasping. With a scream of, "I am cumming!" I felt it burst its dam and the waves of pleasure came on starting from my pussy to my very soul. I was exhausted by this time but strangely wanted more. When I looked at Michael, he looked pretty smug like the cat that got the cream. He looked me in the eye and said, "My turn now!' He stood me up and made me take off his shirt. I rubbed my hand up and down his naked chest and allowed my fingers to play with his nipples. I kissed them, sucked them and made them hard. He kept making guttural noises which were meant to be encouraging, but a man with a hard on has no conscience and no control. Soon, I sneaked a hand down to feel his package and gasped. Man, that felt big! With encouragement from Michael, I pulled down his pants and then slowly his underpants, getting a massive cock into view. Considering my long involvement in the sex industry, I can safely say that, that was the biggest cock ever. The size frightened me and I gasped. I couldn't hold it between both my hands. I looked at him and said, "That thing is going to tear me apart! I can't do this." "That's what they all say, but believe me bigger is better. I'll be slow and gentle." With that, he made me lick his cock and give him a blow job which was impossible given the size of that monster, but I tried and he moaned, groaned and showed his appreciation by pulling me head closer and closer. He stood me up, kissed me real hard and said, "Now you learn what real love making is all about. After I am through with you, no other man will be able to satisfy you." With that, he lay me down, spread my legs, gave my pussy a good licking causing to cream even more and then aimed his cock at my pussy. He played with the outer lips and the clit with his cock and rubbed me getting me more and more excited, till I forgot the size and said, "For God's sake, just fuck me!" He aimed the tip of his cock with one hand, at my pussy and stretched out the lips with his other hand. Then he slowly pushed his cock in. Though I had been having sex for some time now, this was bloody painful and I nearly screamed but he quickly put one hand on my mouth. His cock stretched out my pussy beautifully. The pain was momentary but the pleasure was out of this world. It took a few thrusts and I was enjoying the feeling of being properly stretched out. His cock touched my insides in places I did not know existed. He touched me at the entrance to my womb and in every nook and cranny of my very open cunt. He fucked me slowly and sensitively till I started enjoying it and thrusting my hips back at him. Then he looked me in the eyes and said, "Enjoying this?" "Make it harder and faster and I will really enjoy this!' So he increased his tempo going in and out at an increasing speed and force. His thrusts pushed the air out of my lungs and I kept hitting my head on the back of the bed but I was in heaven and I did not care. This was true sex and I was a real woman being fucked by a real man. The sensations from my pussy kept building and building and eventually I gasped, "I'm cumming!" and the sensation came in waves. I had had another orgasm, but Michael kept pounding away. Man, he had endurance. The size of his organ, the thrill of cheating and the sheer eroticism of the moment gave me two more orgasms before Michael exploded in my pussy along with my fourth orgasm. I lay there spent and enjoying what had just opened. When I opened my eyes, I saw Michael taking pictures of me naked, with my legs open and his cum pouring out from my pussy. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Just taking pictures for my secret album!" When he finished, he brought out his album and showed me pictures of other women he had fucked and photographed. Some I recognised as the 'faithful" wives of friends but others were unknown. " What happens to these pictures?" "Nothing, they are here for my own enjoyment." Soon, in the after-glow of a well enjoyed fuck, we talked and arranged for more meetings. I would tell Jack I needed to work overtime and I would meet with Michael. I enjoyed the deceit and the cheating more than the actual sex but whatever my reasons, I made arrangements for regular cheating with Michael. The Whore of Babylon Ch. 02 I have had too much negative comment. As a result, I have cut this down considerably from a six part story to a two part story. This will be my last effort. * Chapter 3: Losing my conscience: Even while I was going through the formalities of my wedding to Jack, I was planning how to keep trysts with Michael. I craved the feel of his body on me, in me and his arms around me. I guess I rationalised it with various thoughts- Jack was not a good lover, what I did with Michael was just sex not love, etc, etc. Oh, the excuses I made to myself! For a few months after the wedding, I was faithful but only because I never got a chance to be out with Michael. Soon, life returned to some semblance of what could be considered normal. Jack got a sales job and was working till late and we needed my income for the mortgage. I managed to convince Jack of the need for me to do "extra shifts" to make money. These "extra shifts" were at Michael's place having sex and satisfying my urges. Soon , the problem arose when Jack started checking our household accounts. If I was working so many "extra shifts" then where was all the money going to. I was in a bind- I couldn't tell him about fucking Michael and I couldn't give up on Michael either. So I spoke to Michael about it and he said he would pay me in cash to cover for the lost money. Reluctantly, at first but soon very eagerly, I started accepting cash for sex. I guess this is when I changed into a professional prostitute. The money I made from Michael was pretty good and soon I was hooked onto the cash as much as onto the sex. The next stage in my voyage began when Jack lost his job and I was the sole provider. My wages from the Diner and the "extra shift" were not enough to cover the expenses. So I decided to expand my operations and turn a few tricks. This was when I took my professional name of Hannah. When Jack was off looking for work, I was off looking for clients. I learnt quite a few lessons in those early days. The most important lesson came one day when a mark took me to a movie. We were in the front row of an almost empty cinema. The lights went out and his zipper opened. He pulled out his cock and got me to play with it and make it hard. I was pretty good at this and he was soon suppressing a lot of moans while I fondled his cock and balls. I played with the tip and the shaft and pressed it and masturbated him. He, in the meantime, had his hands in my blouse and was squeezing my nipples and my breasts, very hard causing me a lot of pain while doing so. Naturally, I hated it and wanted to finish him off but he had other ideas. He pulled my head down to his crotch and made me suck him. I was pretty good at blow jobs by then and I put my best efforts into it. I licked the tip up and down and round and round. I sucked at the tip while I jacked his cock. I opened my mouth out wide and took the head in. Soon, I was sucking the tip of his cock while he was holding back gasps and moans. I had his cock in my mouth and the entire shaft went in when I relaxed my throat. I allowed him to fuck my throat, while he squeezed my tits, causing me a lot of pain. Eventually, he got sick of this and caused me to bend forward with my arse pointed out at him. He pulled off my knickers and played with my pussy and clit, just enough to get me wet. When I was wet enough for his benefit, he aimed his dick at my pussy and pushed in. This was a man in a hurry. He was in a public place and wanted to get his rocks off. The fucking was short and very unsatisfactory. He finished, pulled out, pulled his pants up and walked out the cinema. I ran after him shouting about what he owed me but he only looked back at me and laughed. Another passer by said, "You should get your money upfront, lady!" That was an expensive but very important lesson- always get your money first- no point in getting screwed twice. It wasn't long before I had a big clientele and a lot of money pouring in and it was getting more and more difficult to hide my activities from Jack- poor trusting, unsuspecting Jack. He went out looking for work everyday and I went out selling my body and paying the bills. Chapter 4: Losing my anal virginity This went for about a year and the double life was taking its toll. Suddenly Jack got a job offer selling car parts as a travelling salesman but based in another city. Part of the deal was he had to be a family man and the boss wanted to meet with me and the family. I wondered what that was about. I never had to attend an interview for Jack to get a job. Something sure felt fishy. I discussed this with Jack but he desperately wanted a job and I couldn't turn as many tricks as I would have liked to if he was at home. So, we went off to this interview with Raymond, Jack's new boss. Raymond was a most charming man with impeccable manners and gave absolutely no indications of his real intentions. The interview was a load of inanities and basically a waste of time. After a half hour, Raymond called his secretary in. She was a very pretty blonde with very sexy legs. He told her, "Susan, can you take Jack here and fill in the new employee forms, please?" Well Susan and Jack took off, with some enthusiasm on Jack's part as I noted. After they had gone and the door closed, Raymond started asking me about our finances. I explained how times had been tough since Jack lost his job and how he needed this job. "Well, he can have it if you play ball!' "What do you mean?" He winked at me and said, "I think you understand. I can tell you are a woman with experience and I would like to sample some of your experience." Well I got the message loud and clear and decided I needed to send my own message. So I said, "Well my experience is available at the right price." So, we struck a deal. Jack would get a travelling salesman deal with good wages and conditions and a company house and car while I would give Raymond some of my "experience." Man, did I give him some experiences. We fucked in his house, in my house, in motels, in his office, everywhere you can imagine. Raymond was not as well endowed as Michael but what he lacked in size he made up in technique. He could hold off on his orgasm for much longer than any man I knew. He taught me quite a few new positions and he gave me more orgasms than any other man I had fucked and by then I had fucked many men. One day, in the comfort of my bedroom on my marital bed, Raymond taught me the pleasures of anal sex. He had thoroughly worn me out with foreplay and with oral sex and my pussy was dripping. At that point, He stuck it in me and fucked me for a while setting off one more orgasm. Suddenly he pulled it out and put it to my butt-hole. I pulled away and said, "Not that hole! It is virgin." Well, he didn't listen to my protests, just said I didn't know what I was missing and pushed it in anyway. The initial pain was searing and felt like a red hot poker in my bum. I tried to scream but he had his hand over my mouth. He told me to relax my sphincter and try to enjoy. I did just that in spite of the pain, and he pulled out only to shove it in harder. A few thrusts and the pain gave way to a pleasurable feeling. Soon I was enjoying this and heaving my bottom and pushing it at him in pleasure. He finished off with a soothing sperm enema in my arse and I did have an orgasm. I was hooked. I loved anal sex and I would do anything for this man and the pleasures he gave me. Chapter 5: Losing Jack's inhibitions Soon, the hiding and the affair were taking its toll on me. I couldn't continue. I begged Raymond to let me go but he said he had a different idea. He wanted Jack to join in willingly. I was to tell Jack I wanted variety in our sex life and Raymond would do the rest. What did happen was a company party, where Raymond invited Jack to become a swinger. His wife and he had an open marriage and Jack and I were invited as well. Jack spoke to me and I pretended to be coy but soon said, "Let's have dinner together and then we'll talk." At dinner, Raymond and Heather were the perfect hosts. She had prepared a wonderful meal and we enjoyed ourselves. There was no mention of what we were doing there. Finally, Raymond told Jack, "If you don't mind, I'll take Jenny for a walk and you and Heather can get better acquainted." Of course, Jack didn't mind! He could barely disguise his excitement and I showed some nervousness for his benefit. At the door, Raymond said, "Looks like we are all on the same page here. We'll see you two in the morning for breakfast." We went out and walked a block before doubling back and Raymond got me back through the back door. He had a one way mirror in his bed-room and we could watch what our spouses were up to from the other room. It was better than watching a porn. We watched as Heather undressed Jack, gave him an awesome blow job, then lay back and got Jack to return the compliment. Jack was really good at eating pussy. Heather's moans and movements showed that she was enjoying the taking as much as the giving. We watched them fuck and the excitement made us horny enough to do it in our room. There we were in adjacent rooms with each other's spouse. I guess heather knew about the two way mirror but Jack did not know at that stage. Over the next few weeks, we initiated Jack into swinging, swapping, group sex, orgies, everything. He was a very enthusiastic convert. He still believed that I was the coy wife who had been pushed by him and his boss into this new and exciting life-style. Eventually, I convinced him that, I should charge for my services and we could get rich. So we set up a company, 'Babylon, Inc.' This was my way of getting the working title of 'the whore of Babylon.' I thought it was very smart. Within a year business was booming and Jack had to leave the job and work for me. I set up a brothel and got many women to work for me. Some joined because of the money, some I blackmailed into joining, some were naïve University students who needed the money and there was Elle. She was slightly mentally retarded and didn't know how to earn a living. I taught her the profession and she made some serious money. Chapter 6: Losing everything Many years passed like this. We had a thriving business, we were rich and happy but had no children. We had investments, properties, stocks, etc. Then came the crash, pardon the pun. One day, I had the police at my door. Jack had been in an accident. He had been killed and had killed 7 other people with 12 injured, some seriously in a 7 car accident. The problem was, they had found a suicide note in his car. The accident had been deliberate. Jack had AIDS. This hit me the most, since I must presumably have it too and who knows how many people I gave it too. Since he had done it deliberately, all the families of the dead and the injured sued his estate, which meant me. My business crashed since everyone knew I had AIDS. I was forced to liquidate all assets to pay all the litigants. This left me a bankrupt with no viable source of income. I was out on the street living on social security. So, to answer your question, do I regret anything in my life and if I had a chance would I do it all over again, I guess the answer is clear. I regret everything I did. I will never do any of this again if I had my life to live over.