0 comments/ 137955 views/ 20 favorites From High Society to Whore By: abroadsword She strolled once again down the wide thoroughfare heading for town, once again her captors evaded, her friend, her rock, once again providing an escape from her Husband, and his family and their outdated Victorian ideas, the table legs discretely covered whilst he shags anything in a skirt, including a Kilt these days, without censure, while she must perforce remains pure, a virtual virgin despite the sons she bore in the days when she and he shared a bed, her soft soled trainers padded near silently contrasting her trademark stilettos worn for newspapers and TV. In the early days she had he shoes carefully styled to look like high heels but with little rise to keep her down to his vertically challenged level whilst he used built up shoes but when he started openly shagging the bitch with a face like Red Rum she gave up, he was a short arsed little runt while she was a long legged beauty, she had told him, deal with it. She had been expected at Pig features latest musical, Dogs or something, certainly the cast were dogs and the star someone he had been shagging for ages, Pig features that is not her husband, he would have some very important meeting then he would get the sleeper train stopped at Peterborough and shag horse features to the rhythm of the rail joints till they got to Kings Cross. It was on a sleeping Car train in the early and exciting days when they had made love as it swayed through the curves and at the time of climax he had shouted the wrong name fortissimo, she still remembered the humiliation, he did not even try to apologise; Bastard. She came up by the station towards the Hospital where she sometimes grabbed a coffee with the staff and the all night cafe where she met the ordinary people, the druggies and hoes, and cabbies people who lived on less than he spent on shoes in a year, the place she kept her feet on the ground, ear to the ground, fitted in. Her clothing was unremarkable but to the working girls the quality stood out a mile, this was not Chinese fakes sold as knock off, this was Versace or Armani with the labels cut out, two hundred pound trainers doctored to look like Tesco's own brand, it fooled the muggers but the girls dreamed of designer gear, dreamed of marrying Mister right, some bloke what was loaded and would only want a shag every blue moon, And so their worlds coexisted, everyone knew who she was and supposed there was security just round the corner and they would be dead before they could even start to steal her hand bag and she believed she was, for a few hours, one of them. She had become part of the scenery, she bought a coffee, her short back skirt, black and white top and red quilted jacket attracted attention but despite the beret and glasses, or perhaps because of it she remained resolutely her, iconic. The occasional drunk would try to make conversation but a quick word from a local would send him fleeing before he could enquire the price of a short time or worse, and she would listen to the locals telling her what they thought she wanted to hear, and into this, her secure world, she would escape when the stifling atmosphere at home became too much.. She had come to know, or so she thought, a group of working girls, with typical Cockney bravado, despite the fact none came from even fifty miles of Bow Bells they made light of their lot, complaining of poor benefit payments which meant they could not stay home and afford expensive clothes and drugs, claiming the payments did not cover food and heat, covering up that some had children, in bed alone, locked in their apartments, while they worked the streets. She spoke to them she supposed as equals but one fateful day all this changed, Three of them sat round a table Rose Clarissa and she, they spoke of their customers, all sun bronzed six foot plus Australians, freshly showered and perfumed, from the way she heard it and wistfully said "It all seems very Romantic." "Romantic my arse," said Rose forgetting herself, "You want to fucking try it," "Lying there, being shagged by some stinking overweight travelling salesman," "Watching the tops of buses pass by, hearing the street noise, waiting for him to finish," "Lying or sitting waiting for the next hoping the maid has not let a total nutter in," "Then the message to hurry there are three waiting, they pass in the doorway, you don't have time to get a wash or even take a piss, no fag or leisurely shower no fucking romance," She paused, "If you want to be one of us you do my shift one night, over the bookies, not the street obviously just an hour, not six, and then you will know about the romance, till then don't pretend, you ain't qualified." Rose rose from he table and left. "You ain't fucking qualified" Rose repeated to herself as she, tears trickling down her cheeks. She shrank her world collapsing, her retreat gone. Suddenly there was no respect for her, yet from when she had first been associated with Him there had been respect, love, hatred, jealousy perhaps but respect. But now suddenly one woman's honesty had stripped that away, she saw she was an outsider, in an alien environment and wished she could reclaim the lost fraternity, rewind the last few minutes, but she knew the damage was done, perhaps it was only she who realised but she knew it was over. She used the phone and shortly a large discrete grey saloon driven by a large discrete grey chauffeur appeared. She finished her coffee and strode out into the night, the bravado and panache of a film star returned but it was all a front, inside she was crying. The saloon returned her to the rear of the house and she returned to her apartment, the chauffeur plugged in an electrical lead to pre heat the engine, meaning it was required again soon and would otherwise cool down or need to be kept running to the annoyance of those trying to sleep, and to Him with his environmentalist credentials, no matter that it only did eight miles per gallon at best. She worried about what Rose said all week, shopping in Cannes, she was thinking about a dingy London street, watching La Boheme with his friends her mind wandered to a street girl selling herself to pay the rent, doing things no wife would do. She would have gladly done this and more for him in the early days, when he claimed to love her and she had truly loved him, but, from Gossip overheard the horse faced one habitually ran through the full catalogue of those things no wife would demean herself by doing, and she guessed they were probably doing it right now. She thought of her fine friends from the Polo Club, serving Officers, "Servicing Officers," snatched moments behind a tree between Chukkas, in the horsebox, the time she thought he had caught them as they cowered in a horsebox only to have to watch, well hear horse features service him, as they both chose the same spot for philandering. By accident or design her officer friends had been drafted away, he had contacts in all the right places, and now the officers were so young, and their girlfriends were a different generation, she an old married lady, did they fancy her or fancy screwing His lady, it bothered her. She strolled once again down the wide thoroughfare heading for town, once again her captors evaded, her friend, her rock, once again providing an escape from her Husband, and his family and their outdated Victorian ideas, her soft soled trainers padded near silently contrasting her trademark stilettos worn for newspapers and TV. She knew what she needed to do to call their bluff, if she showed she was up for it, game for a laugh, they would accept her surely, and if they took her upon the offer everyone knew her and she would just have a chat to the punter, and he would get her autograph and go away happy, yes that was how it would be. The girls were there Rose, Clarissa, Jane, Ileana, sitting at a table, she bought her coffee, they remained seated, no movement to give up a seat for her, she sensed the coldness. "Come to take me up on the offer then," laughed Rose. "Yes" she said quietly. "I told you she would," sad Clarissa "I said she was one of us, she would same as we have to" "Look, it was a wind up" said Rose "No said Clarissa, I cleared it with Mrs James, and our friend can do an hour or so in place of us if we want, long as we hang around. "I start at ten," said Rose "Shall we?" She nodded, they arrived at quarter to, it was quiet, trade built up as the pubs started to shut, one girl was working, two young men waited, "Hi" said Rose," this is my friend Angie, Clarissa had a word with you." Mrs James looked her over carefully. "Yes, all right," Her heart sank "But no nonsense and get a shower, you stink of cheap scent." They ascended the stairs to room number Two, originally the front bedroom of a town house now made into a Betting Shop with brothel above, Rose handed her a towel and bath robe. "put your things in the locker and hang the key round your neck, then come and have a shower, there is a hand basin and a Loo here see for between customers," She shuddered but as Rose left she started to undress placing her expensive skirt and top, her bag and trainers in the tall locker with the coat hangers, then she crossed the corridor barefoot dressed in only the bathrobe. The girl's waiting room was a former bedroom with shower cubicle in one corner she dropped her bathrobe and stepped in, the water pleasantly warm and stepped out to see a second woman, "Angie meet Megan" "Hi" she dried herself then as Rose helped her into the robe again they returned to room Two. "A few minutes yet; Condoms, Lube," Rose pulled the drawers on the bedside table. "Costumes, Basque, suspenders and stockings" Rose threw her a red Basque, unwashed, none too clean smelling of men and the previous wearer, for the first time in her entire life she put a dirty garment worn by someone else on then the stockings. "God you look like a right, slut" She saw herself in the mirror breasts uplifted and of course her privates displayed, she felt a slut too, dirty, scared perhaps yet exhilarated, excited The Buzzer, a Red light, "Press he button when you are ready and they will send the punter up and tell you what he has paid for over the intercom," Rose turned "Let me get out then go for it girl, you can do it." She pressed the button, "Hi Angie, Straight, regular, Ok," "Yes" With this one word she accepted her degradation, accepting money for sex; she became a prostitute, a whore. She sat on the bed. A man entered ordinary, nondescript, anything but the sun bronzed Adonis of legend. "Where is Rose," he grunted "Oh I am filling in, won't I do" she asked "Bloody well have to," He started to strip She took a deep breath squirted a copious amount of lube inside her and grabbed a selection of condoms. He approached her, his beer belly, his manhood at half mast, socks, not even a pair and knelt on the bed, she held his prick in her left hand and rolled a bright red condom down its length, he reached out and pawed her breasts, "nice tits" he stated she slid towards him. She opened her legs and guided him in, she was tight but he forced his way in to ball deep by the third thrust, he was surprisingly gentle. "You're tight." "You're my first tonight, that's why, come on move that thing," "No I want my moneys worth, do you know you look like, you know the posh bint off the telly", "Yes lots of people tell me that, but I can't get her voice to be a proper look alike" she explained. He grunted furiously and came, She directed him to the WC where he flushed the condom away and started dressing, The intercom buzzed, "How you doing," "He is just dressing." He came across and fished a twenty from his wallet, "For you" he said, and smiled. He turned and left. She pushed the button and a second guy appeared, young, nervous, he came as she rolled the condom on fortunately into the rubber. She held him, "its Ok try again." She licked his shaft, tasting the salty cum and as it stiffened rolled the rubber over it "Quick" she giggled "get it in before it spurts again" He pounded into her and came after about six thrusts. "My you needed it bad, good job I'm not your girlfriend or I would have to bring myself off now" He blushed washed up dressed and left, The Intercom buzzed again "Straight, have you got a nurse uniform? She checked the drawer, "Yes" she replied. "That's what he wants; I'll charge an extra twenty." She threw the kinky nurse outfit on and rushed to the loo, he walked in, forties, fit, a businessman. "Wow" he said "Get undressed and lie on the bed, then I will examine you" she said, He stripped and climbed on the bed and she inspected his balls very closely, rolling on a condom as she did so. "It needs warming up I have just the thing" And she squatted down impaling herself on his rock hard erection. She bounced up and down a few times and he grunted and shot his load. "Christ you're good, Angie is it, I'll ask for you next time." Rose entered as he left, "Are you still Ok." she asked. "Yes a couple more," she replied. The buzzer sounded again, "Straight." He entered, "Do you do kinky stuff," "Like what" "Anal" "Have you paid?" "Yes" "For Anal?" "No" "I have not done Anal today so I am tight, and I got no warning, so its fifty extra Ok;" he found the money as she found the lube and smeared it round and up her arse, she rolled an extra strong condom on and bent over the end of the bed like Lieutenant, oh what was his name, liked. The shock of initial penetration took her breath away. Pain. Pleasure. The bastard was massaging her tits banging her into the mattress with real passion then it was all over, he was dressing and she was sore, she splashed some water round, she was sweating, the hot lights, the passion. The buzzer sounded again, A military gentleman in his sixties, he too kept his socks on, then the lads. in their twenties, trying to keep it up as long as possible, she lost count, The buzzer sounded again, "Home time Angie." She walked to the shower stripping the Basque and stockings off showered and wandered naked to her room; she was drying herself when the maid came in, "Look just ring if you need a job they were very pleased." She sat doing a wee talking to an old fat woman about becoming a full time prostitute, "Thanks, yes thanks," she replied She dressed, Rose had left long before, word had got round and at the Café a seat was found for her with Rose and Clarissa and coffee thrust into her hand. She did not need to speak. She reached up her skirt and drew seventy in notes from her knickers, "Tips" She stood to leave, a Cabbie stepped forward, "run you home love." "How much" "The usual" "Thanks" He took her, In the cab, Lifting her skirt and pushing her panties aside he took her on the back seat, his arse bobbing up and down between her thighs as her friends looked on. To be continued. From High Society to Whore Ch. 02 Part two She strolled once again down the wide thoroughfare heading for town, once again her captors evaded, her friend, her rock, once again providing an escape from her Husband, and His family and their outdated Victorian ideas. Her soft soled trainers padded near silently contrasting her trademark stilettos worn for newspapers and TV, the unseen unnecessary corset and stockings and her freshly shaved and waxed bare pubes gave her a tingle of anticipation, her decision not to wear knickers adding to the thrill of walking alone, and vulnerable, through these mean streets. A cab pulled over "Need a ride" "Not tonight, I'll walk; it's such a lovely night" He drove on. She saw a tramp, he recognised her, she knelt to speak to him her knees apart he gazed mesmerised at her crotch. "Skin coloured panties, you would not know I was wearing any," she said, then continued on to the bookies. Mrs James was in her lair, the downstairs room where men paid and then waited to go up to the bedrooms. "Hello, Mrs James, are you busy." "Oh yes we are Angie, could you do a couple of hours in number four, that's the one right at the top" "All right I'll get a shower first" She climbed the creaking stairs. She removed her expensive designer clothes folding them neatly, hanging them placing them carefully in the locker provided and she took the key on the chain and hung it round her neck. She took the old bathrobe from the back of the door to hide her nakedness as she made her way down to the girls waiting room with its shower, brushing against a punter as they passed, which sent a thrill of anticipation shooting through her. She discarded the bathrobe, showered and was drying herself when a punter opened the door, "Sorry Love" he said, she dropped the towel. "Hello, I'm Angie" She said pouting with a thumb in her mouth and the other thumb in her sex, His eyes bulged and he seemed to have difficulty breathing, she recovered the towel, he calmed down. "I want you next time" he stated firmly "Bloody Hell," She dressed in a none too clean Black Basque and laddered stockings and pressed the button, Mrs James the Maid or Concierge spoke, "I have a straight for you, young, fit, it might take a while" She had seen a double ended dildo, she retrieved it lubricated the end of it and eased it into her vagina; the young guy almost came before he got in the room, seeing her masturbating. "Sorry love, you're my first tonight, a girl has to prepare you know," He undressed, completely and she rolled a condom on him. "You can pull it out or tease me with it if you like" He gently extracted the dildo, and joined her on the bed; she guided him in and lay back. He was tentative so she raised herself so her breasts rubbed his chest, and held him close he speeded up the rhythm and soon shot his load. She took the filled Condom from him and threw it in a scented liner in a pedal bin. Room Four had a washbasin but no WC, She asked him to excuse her and did a wee in a bowl, which she tipped in the basin; his erection had reappeared larger and harder than ever. "I thought I dealt with that," she said with a wink "We had better try again". She rolled a fresh Condom on to him and encouraged him to enter her standing up, "There that's nice isn't it" she said and fingered his arse, he lost control and came immediately, once again she disposed of the condom. He dressed and left. She pressed the button. "Can you do Flagellation; this gentleman wants a mild whipping." "I have a black Basque and stockings and there is a whip here so yes" She waited, a distinguished gentleman entered "I am afraid I have been naughty" "I know she answered, now take that silly coat off and pull your pants down." She made him bend over the chair and his flaccid penis drooped, she hit him with the whip, "One" again "Two" Whack; Whack; Whack "Three" "Hey" he protested, "Now shut up or I will start again," she looked down, "And what exactly is this worm thing," His prick had come to life, "We had better put a warning on it," She rolled a red condom on it, It strained. "Oh its ugly, hide it in here," She lay on the edge of the bed, grasped his prick and eased it inside her, he started sort of shuddering and spurted his grey turgid come into the gaudy red condom. "Marcie never does that," he said, "I hadn't had it up a lady for ten years or more, that was very nice dear" He gave her a twenty pound tip, dressed and left. She pressed the button again, "There are some fit young fellows here keen to see how long hey can keep it up before they come, Shall I send one" "Yes Ok," she replied, He may have been determined to keep it up inside her as long as possible but when he was fully inside her, she eased the end of a dildo into his arse and he came immediately, "Oh fuck, you kinky bitch, god" "You enjoyed that", she said "I came too soon," he admitted. "Then you will have to try again, have you got any money," he had a fifty, "Round two then" She rolled a fresh condom onto him. "Now just enjoy me, don't play silly games" He lay on her taking his weight on his elbows "You're not doing press ups" She held him down on her, "Pretend I am you girlfriend, make it nice for me or I will make you come too soon again," he ground against her. "See that's a lot nicer" he came and shyly, dressed and left. She pressed the button again, another young stud arrived. "You're having a keep it up contest I hear" she giggled. "Your friend did very well" She lay back and as he entered her she sneaked the dildo up his arse; he shot his load in shock. "Too bad, you will look stupid" "Look how much to do it again," "I don't know" "Hundred," he offered. "Yes of course" he handed her the cash and they copulated once more. She pressed the button again after he left but the trade had dropped off and it was home time. She felt cheated, cast aside spurned. She dressed taking a selection of Condoms and went down and out into the cold and damp, she turned walking away from home towards the river. She passed a lonely man staring at nothing. "Doing business love" he asked "No mate, heading home" "One more?" "No, not in the street" "I only live across there" He pointed. "Ok I could use a coffee" she said. And two lonely people walked steadily through the drizzle, and as they climbed the interminable steps to his flat, they stopped on a landing, a meeting of minds, this was far enough. She undid his belt and unzipped his Levi's he reached for her panties and felt naked flesh instead. She rolled a condom on to him as he felt and explored her labia, her clit those innermost secret parts. A man in uniform approached, a Policeman perhaps, they froze, he walked past, a Ticket collector, from the Trains, she giggled. "Come on, do something; I haven't got all night." He lifted her completely of the ground and she guided his manhood into her womanhood and they were as one, where many had enjoyed sex before and many would again, many children perhaps had started their existence here, father and mother conjoining briefly, the stench of blocked drains, stale cigarette smoke and piss. She looked at the graffiti, broken light fittings, the ordinary sad drudgery of the working people without work and without qualifications, the stupid and ugly and the young the men with no hope and the girls with pregnancy their only hope of a future, a flat and sixteen years of child benefit. She thought of young girls having unprotected sex trying for a baby and risking aids or hepatitis, and the reality, no spare cash and the lucky ones with good figures and a nice face working in a nice warm room with their Johns vetted by a concierge, and the street girls, not good enough for the parlours working the streets, the back alleys, needing a fix of something just to cope, just as her high flying friends oozing with money needed the same fix to cope. She tried to focus on the man pleasuring her, she could not but he smelled clean , clean clothes, perhaps a wife awaited his return, was she even now masturbating in expectation of sex when he returned, perhaps she was fat and ugly and he could no longer pretend she was beautiful, such sad thoughts. She thought of the warmth of the man against her crotch, of her husband, on business again, doing the business with horse features more like, she sopped thinking and enjoyed the sensations. The guy was having a serious attempt at pleasuring her, waves of passion made her knees wobble, what was this, her eighth fuck of the evening and the first hint of an orgasm . "Oohh" she heard herself moaning "yes, yes, yes." She felt the condom bulging as he came and his cum tried desperately to enter her womb. "Are you all right" the guy was holding her up. "Sorry forgot myself; I had an orgasm I think," "Most unprofessional." "I had better go" "Coffee" "No I better" "Money" "Is Thirty all right" "Yes of course," he handed over forty. "Keep the change." She wandered slowly down a narrow ancient back street and found her goal, an all night shop, selling cheap clothing, she bought panties, a two pack, a skirt and top and jacket, and a cheap Basque and stockings, uplift Bra, high heel shoes and fishnet stockings. Cheap clothes for a cheap tart; She bought them with her tips from earlier; she had forgotten to collect her wages. She called at the cafe it was quiet, she sat by Celine, Ben was behind the Counter and she asked him to keep her shopping for her and gave him five pounds from her change. It was getting early, commuters would soon throng the streets. She asked Celine to show her the alleys where she took her punters, and for twenty pounds she showed her the back alleys behind the modern facades where she plied her trade. She strode once again down the wide thoroughfare heading for home, an unfamiliar warm glow of satisfaction, she had a plan, something to live for, she felt alive, she sneaked past the guards again once more her jailors evaded, her Husband, and his family and their outdated Victorian ideas, her soft soled trainers padded near silently contrasting her trademark stilettos worn for newspapers and her public. To be continued From High Society to Whore Ch. 03 She strolled once again down the wide thoroughfare heading for town, once again her captors evaded, her friend, her rock, once again providing an escape from her Husband, and his family and their outdated Victorian ideas; her soft soled trainers padded near silently contrasting her trademark stilettos worn for newspapers and TV, her stockings and her freshly shaved and waxed bare pubes gave her a tingle of anticipation. The street lights twinkled and the clock struck eleven. A week had passed since her last sex, sheer boredom, the Boys at school, her Husband working, his father carping at him and her, his mother devoted to him and this mothers ageing Mother quite convinced the sun set whenever he left the room, She was the outsider always, it was unfair. Her people had arranged some press appearances, she had to maintain her profile, be seen in the right places with the right people, top restaurants with their preening chef owners on whom one was obliged to lavish praise for barely warm collections of vegetable and animal protein, rightly coloured three dimensional shapes of little nutritional value and even less taste, It tastes like they binned the ingredients and cooked the packaging, she often complained , she did a film premiere and the debut of an orchestral piece so bad she could not tell when the tuning up ended and performance commenced. She started to have doubts but at the same time the anticipation made her pleasantly moist, could she really go through with it. At the cafe she asked for her shopping and the guy behind the counter found it for her, she left, not heading for the Betting shop but east where modern facades hid a network of back alleys where whores and harlots could ply their trade unseen. She opened a door, a further door swung in the breeze. She entered a dimly lit labyrinth of heaters and fans and ducts and cables. She stripped her fine clothes and placed then in the carried bag and dressed in thirty pounds worth of tat, it scratched but the bra gave her breasts a new perky uplift. She tottered on ill fitting high heels back into the glare of the street lights; she saw Celine in the distance with another girl, a man came round the corner. She stumbled as he passed, he caught her in his strong arms was this was to be the pivotal moment of her entire life, she knew it; She smiled at him, he smiled back and shook his head. Her world collapsed, he had not wanted her, she staggered and rested against the wall. A voice, "Who the fuck are you." He was a six foot four athletic deep ebony Adonis. "Angie." "This is my patch, you work this, you work for me." "I, I'm not working" she stammered. "Don't lie bitch." He slapped her, hard across her cheek. "Why you let that punter get away." "I'm not working." He slapped her other cheek. "You racist, you not take black cock, that's it ain't it, fucking stuck up white bitch ho." "No, please." He gathered up her hair and pushed her down his flies already undone, "That's a Man's cock you show ole Leroy how much you love black cock" He slackened his belt to allow the monster to emerge, It was too big yet he forced her forward onto it, it filled her throat, Her head swam. She sucked as much for air as for any thought of giving pleasure. Jets of sperm rushed down her throat, she tried to cough. "Damn but you love to suck black cock, I guess I ought check you bitch ass out right now." He dragged her back to the door where she had so recently changed; He threw her to the ground. Her skirt rose up "Fuck you wearing Pants, none my Hoes allowed Pants, get them off right now." She shivered as she slowly slid the skimpy fabric down her legs. "Too slow bitch." He grabbed the waistband snapping it easily. "Shaved, you learnin." "Now Pussy or Ass you choose." He grabbed her round the waist. "Condom, please a Condom." "My Hoes don't wear condoms bitch, they spoils the experience." He lifted her bodily on to his massive manhood. "Ohhh, It's so big." "Good answer, you learn real quick, even the itty bitty widdliest little prick you tell the man that." She felt an ominous throbbing, "Please, don't." "Don't what bitch." "Come in me." "Fuck, you don't mean that, you milking me like you want a baby, well ole Leroy is in baby making mode so here it come baby, you just open that womb gate and let ole Leroy's jism in." "No Ohhh." "That good Ho." "That's the best, I mean you beast." He pulled out and immediately thrust his softening prick at her mouth, she recoiled then as her forced her head forward she tasted the sweet juices and relaxed, His strong fingers explored her cunt , he withdrew dripping with cum and wiped it around her arsehole then again her dipped into her sopping hole and again to her arse then he was working their natural lube inside her arse, "You ass is filthy bitch, you need washing out" a hose pipe lay on the filthy floor his eyes followed it to a tap, he dragged her across and pushing his manhood firmly back inside her mouth he rammed the hose up her Arse. She tried to scream, but his manhood stopped her, and as the freezing water hit she tried to scream again. Her belly swelled with the water then he pulled the hose away, water and shit splashed the floor and their feet and legs, again he inserted the hose, and again withdrew then again till the water flower clear. "You do this ever night fore you start work Ok bitch." She felt so well, something, she could not work out how, she felt, she felt so clean actually, it was strange this man so strong, cleaning her when she should feel so dirty. He pulled his manhood out of her mouth turned her and plunged into her rear, She was too tight, he could not stand the pressure, so he gave up and took her cunt again. "Stop fucking milking me Ho, I want enjoy this." She milked every drop as he came long before he intended and flopped back against the wall. "Fuck. you is grade A ho material. we just need bust you ass some." He led her from the doorway hitching up his trousers as her walked, his Black BMW waited he opened the back. "Hoes travel third class" She climbed in and lay down, over the spare wheel. spunk still trickled from her abused cunt. A short ride, the lid opened and he grabbed her and pulled her out, a row of terraced houses, he dragged her inside. A room full of people three guys and a black woman watching TV, he threw her over the arm of the couch. "This Ho needs her ass busting." Her head bobbed near the black woman's ample bosom. her shirt undone revealing her red brassiere, "Hey I was just doing these Turkeys, they queuing up man." "They ain't fuckin' they watchin' TV, this comes first, right?" The red Brassier., She remembered a black Nanny they had when her sister was small, the breast, so inviting. "I guess you want a suck the way you ogling me" and the Woman lifted her tit for her to suck on. She could not remember doing anything so decadent as the first and smallest of the guys entered her arse, a sharp pain and ache then he entered, further easily, stretching then as he spent his seed it lubricated for the next and next and finally she found Leroy's mighty tool embedded firmly in her, she found herself coming again and again, the breast and the arse, she had completely lost control and she loved it, but it had to end, she needed to get home. Recognition saved her. "Say don't you work, that place, James's place, the whore house, over the bookies." The small guy recognised her, but recognised her as Angie. Reluctantly she stopped sucking to agree. "Fuck, you never said, christ, so you are a brothel ho not no street girl." "No" "Fuck, you keep off my patch in future, OK." "All right but I need a ride back, third class will do." She found some bravado, the fear then the unexpected pleasure swam in her mind as she travelled back. She dived back into the Labyrinth of corridors and grabbed the bag containing her own street clothes, and tottered into the street and on once again down the wide thoroughfare toward her home, dishevelled, dirty yet satisfied. She threw away the high heels finding her soft soled comfortable trainers from her bag and padded on near silently, people shunned dirty dishevelled creature, those who would drive fifty miles to see her now crossed the road to avoid her. She stopped, the broken railings beckoned and she squeezed into the Park, walking across the deserted grass between trees in the soft light, till she arrived at the lake where she again stripped to nakedness the perfect graceful form that nature or was it god had endowed upon her. She chose carefully a stone path and stone bottom to the lake as she waded in up to her neck and swam a graceful slow breast stroke then floated on her back watching the sky. She swam to the side stepped from the water and dried herself with the cheap slut clothes leaving them on the grass, then donning her own clothes she returned to the wide thoroughfare her wet hair glistening in the golden glow of the streetlights, The gates of home were open, He was returning with Horse features blatantly sitting in the back of the big grey saloon, like she belonged there instead of her proper place cowering on the floor or in the trunk or Boot as he insisted on calling it. She sneaked in and sprinted to the house, he trusted allies sucking up to the cow as if she were his consort not just cheap piece of meat. She climbed to her room her emergency route up fire escapes, and rushed to her bathroom spreading her clothes across the bed as she passed, she showered and washed her hair the wrapping her wet hair in a towel she donned a Bathrobe, a wedding gift, with their respective family monograms, and walked down the Corridor towards his room. She heard noises from his room, his high pitched giggles and horse features booming baritone; she quietly turned the door knob and sneaked into his room, "Oh you have company." Horse features stood stock still, shocked at the intrusion, her cheeks reddening under the bridle she wore, with corset and boots and harness, sagging breasts and luxuriant pubic hair revealed by her near nakedness; The reins hung down and a tail, she cared not to think how the tail was attached, and to spoil what equine beauty she otherwise had she wore long thin strap on dildo; He, handcuffed ankles and wrists, fully dressed except for trousers and underpants lay over the end of the bed, lubricant round the eye of his arsehole testimony to the intended penetration. "I waited up, I needed a fuck, so you really had no need to get a professional in this evening," she announced. Horse features and he both stared in shocked silence. "Fuck off and give us some privacy," She ordered. "Hang around in the corridor, if you have not been paid but this runty piece of shit has duties to perform." Horse features trotted from the room bells on the harness tinkling merrily, the door swiftly bolted behind her. She approached her frightened husband, she picked up a candle stick as she passed and rolling him on to his back she gently and tenderly sucked his limp penis into hardness. then she manoeuvred herself over him and sank down, impaling herself on him. "I like a runty little footman's cock up me, shooting his weak insipid sperm, while you," and she thrust the candle through his arsehole and deep into his bowels, "are a gay boy." His prick hardened and swelled and exploded. "Oh Candy," Her tears flowed, "Wrong name again you Bastard" the turgid slime oozed lazily and congealed. she climbed off and allowed the spent ejaculate to ooze and leak and run over his satin bed sheets. "So you expect me to make do with that once in a blue moon while she Rogers you every night." "But my dear you did not like dressing as a horse." She remembered the total humiliation of a servant fitting her up in the very harness Horse features wore only to find it had been made for his Grandmother. Why oh why had they never told him to look after her needs instead of encouraging his perversions, Sex for childbirth was to be her role, sex for fun his right. She found the hand cuff keys and with the aid of a glass of water she swallowed them then lay naked with her husband and slept till morning. Morning saw panic, the door broken down, horse features filing into the room to retrieve her clothes, the fruitless search for handcuff keys. She pulled the Duvet round her and watched the activity; she needed the bathroom but chose to wet the bed; The Valet and footman and locksmith all came but and the eventually had to resort to the use of a hacksaw as they tried to free him from the Handcuffs. His morning appointments missed, awkward apologies made, and a long smouldering need to be rid of her flared. How he wished he had married Horse features, but the drugs, her anti nuclear marching and myriad lovers made it impossible, so he made do with one of the kindest and certainly most beautiful ladies of her generation, oh and rich and well connected, yet she was weak, he wanted someone like his Grandmother, a woman who wore the trousers so to speak, he was so disappointed, he longed for the day he could be with Horse features every day. Finally with the manacles sawn off they all left his room and she left his soiled bed collected her bathrobe and returned to her own room, to sleep away the day before enjoying, once again, the night. To be continued... From High Society to Whore Ch. 04 She strolled once again down the wide thoroughfare heading for town, once again her captors evaded, her friend, her rock, once trusted now also to be avoided, but the escape now well rehearsed, escape from her Husband his whore, Whore features now not Horse features, and his family and their outdated Victorian ideas, Her husband who preferred the discrete Horse faced bitch to her beauty and her own physical needs and her own tireless work for the less privileged. Her pregnancy was no more, a mere phantom, a scan showed nothing. Weeks had passed, she visited France and Belgium, seeking sponsors, adding her name and popularity to the good work, weekends away, charming playboys, apparently after one thing but in reality Gay Boys. She sought relief in her haven over the Betting shop, but in the interim Mrs James had found another taker for her room, and wanted her to become full time in a place up town where she could make good money as a look alike; for looking like herself, she somehow kept a straight face. She wandered lonely towards the Cafe her friends frequented, Leroy, the Pimp who had once sought to take her over as his own, was drinking coffee. She sauntered across to him, and smiled what she hoped was seductively "Hi, any work for me? only I got my shifts mixed up." "Sorry doll, I don't want no hassle, but I got contacts." "Friends?" she asked. "Contacts, you want to work, I can put the word out but, I can't use you, sorry." He made the call. She sat drinking Coffee until a big black guy arrived, "This her?" he asked Leroy. "Yeah, she works for James but she wants more." Leroy replied, She smiled nervously as he kissed her cheek. "You'll do, car's outside. I'm Hussein, by the way." He turned to Leroy again, "I owe you man." He led her to the dirty old Ford car, he drove slowly, out of the city then faster along arterial roads to the dual carriageway to the countryside she started to worry, she knew the route, she often travelled it towards Suzanne and Tyler's house down by the river which she often visited. "What sort of job is it?" she asked. "Hey, don't Leroy tell you,? It's a party, you do serve drinks and if any punter wants more you give it to him, one of my girls gone sick, so that why I need you right now." Suzanne a friend from her school days, now a successful actress, often had parties, showbiz type, far too risqué for her to be invited and with every turning her agitation increased until the castellated gatehouse protecting the driveway leading to Suzanne's house came into view. He flicked the indicator switch, she realised he was indeed turning into that same drive way. "Oh god no." she suddenly exclaimed. "What's wrong?" Hussein queried. "I've been here before," she replied nervously. "Then you know your way around, don't fuss it's cool." They swept down the gravelled drive. She felt relief as they turned to the right, towards the rear entrance, the kitchens and servants quarters not the front door she and her husband had habitually used, they swept around the back of the stable block and he parked the Ford among the Bentleys and Porches of the smart set. Her short skirt, high heels, skimpy jacket and tight top all seemed so inappropriate, Hussein tried to reassure her. "It's ok doll, just relax they will all be high, just make sure you get a condom on them," he led her through the kitchen entrance and up the back stairs, she saw servants she knew by sight sneering at her, no deference just contempt. Hussein led her to the upper floor, a girl in a cheap black sexy maid's uniform sat on a bench holding her head in her hands, "How are you" asked Hussein. "Me guts" she moaned, "I'm dying." "I told you don't eat the seafood but don't worry Angie is here now, strip that uniform sweets and Angie can take over. The girl pulled the dress over her head, showing she wore nothing except the high heels beneath. "Anything they want, just protect yourself." Hussein cautioned. They waited, expectantly, Angie realised she must strip, and slowly peeled off her jacket and top then slipped the Maid uniform over her head letting it drop down, Hussein stopped her "No Bra" he cautioned. She slipped the cheap black bra off and tried the Maid outfit again, it fitted reasonably well, but Hussein objected to her wearing knickers, and she had no option but to strip them off as well. Hussein handed her the drinks tray, "Say "would you like anything sir?" Hussein instructed. "Put some drinks on it first. Oh and fill your pockets with Condoms, here" He handed her a brown paper bag filled with a wide variety of brands colours and flavours and she filled her pockets. She gripped the tray and Hussein led her down towards the main reception room, he ushered her through the door and he stood back into the shadows as she walked into the party, she spotted two other girls in maids uniform, a tall blonde serving drinks and a brunet bending over the back of a sofa while Major Richardson thrust his manhood rapidly in and out of her rectum. Many people sat around, girls, models perhaps, in their smart designer outfits, and young men and the not so young, all rich, new money, the sort her husband despised. She felt fear, she knew some of the people, she thanked providence that they were mainly drunk or stoned and that her crudely applied makeup provided some disguise. Suzanne staggered drunkenly around the room while Tyler seemed to be in charge of the white powder. Angie offered drinks to several people then Suzanne called her over, "Here I need champers". "Yes Madam" Angie chirped. "You look familiar?" Suzanne said in confusion. "Yes Madam" Angie agreed, "Would you like anything Madam?" "A decent husband, not a depraved shit would be a good starting point but I guess you can't help there?" Suzanne observed, her voice slurred. "No Madam." "Get me a drink" Suzanne insisted "Are you sure Madam?" she asked with concern. The slap was unexpected, a flat hand full force across her face. She reeled from Suzanne's blow, the tray fell from her grasp and she stumbled among the broken glasses. "Clear it up you clumsy bitch." Blood oozed where she had cut herself on the sharp shards of glass, she staggered back to her feet and a helping hand appeared, lifting her under her arm then she felt the warmth as someone held her firmly, then felt his fingers exploring her, she needed the wounds on her hand and leg cleaned and dressed but instead she was to serve an as yet unseen lover, who was gently spreading her lower lips with his fingers, she found a Condom and handed it to him, reaching back, he took it and guiding her to a sofa he positioned her over the armrest and slid easily into her from behind. She stifled her moans of pleasure, looking around at others giving and taking pleasure around the room, Greville Jones, the Financier, prominent among them, both the other maids busy serving men and them suddenly someone opened his flies and presented a stinking prick for her to suck as he lover thrust into her. She saw Malcolm Long waiting by the sofa, and Cecil Hague, both friends of her husband, she handed them condoms as her lovers took her, she swallowed gracefully as the thick cum spurted into her mouth, and squirmed in frustration as her clitoris remained neglected. Long and Hague waited patiently, "Try to keep the rhythm this time, don't want to rip her in two" one mentioned. She wondered what they meant, as her unseen lover withdrew Long first lifted her up then lowered her so his straining condom clad erection slid neatly into her nicely warmed up Vagina and after a moment she felt the agony as Cecil Hague forced his attentions onto her Anus, he was gentleman enough to apply some lube but as he forced his way in she squirmed initially in pain then squirmed in ecstasy, unable to constrain her emotions any longer, unable to remain silent as all her need were fulfilled. "What a fucking slut" Suzanne observed, "Like a bitch on heat," Suzanne was clearing the last of the broken glass, somehow resentful that the maid should be wailing in ecstasy while she was left to clear up but she regretted the slap now, she had drunk too much, the girl was only looking out for her, she thought she should make amends. The party was dying, some had gone home, some to bed, but some remained watching her debauchery with disinterest, she felt she had moved beyond Angie, somehow she had agreed to do anything the punters wanted, no agreement, parameters, extras, menu's she was a slave to them bought and paid for, they wanted her naked, a total slut, not a professional. Her breasts felt neglected until she felt her maid uniform lifted from her as the two thrust into her in unison, a mouth tried to engage her nipples but the position was unattainable so he held her head firmly and offered her his penis to suck, she opened her mouth wide and began to run her tongue around it and suck, she dreamed of three pricks spurting simultaneously, but it was not to be, first she struggled to swallow then she felt the swell of the condom in her anus and finally the condom in her Vagina throbbed and swelled as the final member of the trio ejaculated. She struggled to lick the penis clean, it tasted slightly salty, but the orgasms building inside her made her movements erratic. She reached out but Cecil held her hands placed a belt, his trouser belt perhaps, around her waist clamping her arms to her side, then as Malcolm also finished they took her to Suzanne, as she lounged on a leather sofa, thrusting her face into Suzanne's crotch. "Lick slut" She had no choice, she did not know whether she wanted this intimacy with her friend or not but she simply eased Suzanne's knickers aside with her teeth and started to lick her sex, nibbling briefly at her clit, imagining how it must feel and taking pleasure in Suzanne's moans of pleasure, her arms were suddenly released and she took down Suzanne's knickers and pushed up her skirt baring her to view, interested faces peered, Suzanne's top and bra followed to leave them both naked. "She's ready for you now sir." Angie said to an unknown drunkard behind her, as she stepped neatly aside and he clumsily penetrated his host believing her to be a whore, she wailed and protested he was raping her, but no one listened, She took the discarded belt and as Suzanne ineffectually tried to throw off her unwanted lover Angie took her own maid uniform and pulled it over Suzanne's head, she applied the leather strap around Suzanne's waist trapping her hands then finally she gagged Suzanne thrusting her panties in her mouth and securing them by wrapping her bra around her head. Suzannes designer dress fitted Angie perfectly, and her gold chain and gold and diamond pendant, she grabbed a few condoms, blew one up like a balloon then shoved several more inside tying the end, she slid it inside her dripping hole for safe keeping in case she needed then later and stood back. Suzanne regretted the slap, she struggled but this merely aroused her lover and as he withdrew another took his place, and another, Tyler smiled broadly until he realised the woman in Suzanne's dress was not Suzanne. "Sue's" he wailed, "What have they done to you." She slipped away, back into her Angie persona, she slid off the dress but on an impulse took the gold and diamond pendant from the chain, she squatted down briefly and hid the pendant alongside the condoms, she felt very very naughty. Hussein was waiting with the other girls, and seeing Angie was naked he handed her a paper bag containing her clothes and said she could dress. She rode home the back of the Ford, comparing notes until the warmth and companionship and awareness of her companions made her kiss the softness of Sadie, the brunet's neck, "Not there" she said, pulling her skirt up, "There" Angie knelt and twisted until her head was between Sandie's thighs yet wedged behind the front seats, "That's nice, Oh," Angie spread Sandie's labia with her fingers to allow her to bury her tongue ever deeper in Sandie, She was still between Sandie's thighs when they arrived back at the café. Hussein opened the door and several girls looked in amazement as Angie continued to pleasure Sadie. "Looks like she turned Lesbo girls." She heard a distant voice saying which brought her to her senses. She climbed form the car and suddenly Hussein was giving her the evenings wages and a card with his name. He kissed her cheek and drove away into the night. It was very late, the night sky was already streaked with the glow of morning as she rushed up the wide thoroughfare back to her gilded prison, the excitement of the evening mixed with the realisation of her friend's overt depravity and her use of drugs. She evaded the guards easily and made her way to her room, the cuts were superficial but she broke her water glass to give a reason for the cuts before sliding into her own bed, frightened, excited, almost satisfied but intrigued. To be continued...