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Please note that if you are at all under the age of 18 then.....what are
you doing here? You shouldn't be looking!This text is of an adult
nature...........THANK YOU!!
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What you are about to read you will be surprised to learn is true.A lot
of my friends have said that my life would make an interesting story
so,well,I took their advice.Because it deals with 20+ years of personal
history it will be available as a serial.How many parts,I really don't know
yet! Anyway.......Enjoy!
"A Prostitute's Life" by Ms. Samantha Josephine Duponte.
Chapter 1 - Initiation.
11 pm in Normanton's red light district in early autumn.I feel the cold
wind whip at my legs.Business is kinda slow tonight.Sure, i've done some
punters but i'd like to do more. I stuff my hands into the pockets of my
fake fur coat to try to keep them warm.The cigarette is romantically
attached to my purple painted lips.The coat doesn't cover much as it's only
waist length and left open for good reason....
Hooking rule #1 always keep your attributes on show!
I'm beginning to wish that I put on my leather trousers instead of
squeezing myself into this tight black leather micro mini skirt.Still,I
think to myself,it has paid for itself time and time again....and it does
look really foxy with the tight purple low-cut top,the fishnets and my
thigh high boots and well,that's good enought for me most of the time.
Except for right now....I haven't had a pick-up for what? 20-25
mins.C'mon guys,what are you waiting for...I pull a hand from my coat and
take the cigarette from my lips,blowing the stream of excess smoke sexily
out of the corner of my heavily made up mouth.
A car pulls up about 50 yards away and a girl gets out of the
passenger's door.It's Emma. She sees me,waves and then approaches me.We
talk for a little while.I like Emma.She's cool for a nineteen year old.Most
teenage whores are smackheads round here.But not Emma. As we talk I get
the scent of semen off of her breath.Obviously that last punter had
head....
"Hey babes,your breath smells of cum"
"Really ?"
"Yeah,...really!"
"Fuck! Sam,have you got any chewie with you?"
"Yeah...here you go"
I delve into my handbag and retrieve some chewing gum,handing over a
stick to Emma and taking one myself. "Thanks love" she says as she unwraps
it and puts it in her mouth, throwing the wrapper to the floor.I unwrap
mine ,pop it in and put the waste it my pocket.Shit,I wished she didn't
throw litter around!
I take one last drag of my cigarette,inhaling deeply this time,before
throwing the butt to the floor.As I stubb it out with my boot the smoke
escapes from my nostrils into the night air.. Emma says her goodbyes and
says that we'll talk later,she then runs over to her spot,further along the
street.
Fuck,i'm bored!I light up another cigarette and start trolling around
the street,swaying my hips as I do so.It may attract punters but who cares
really,at least my legs will stop seizing up.I saunter about 50 yards and
then saunter back,smoking sexily and chewing my gum as I do so.
Before long a car pulls up nearby on the opposite side of the road.He
pips his horn as I try not to notice.He winds down his window and I stop
and then do the hooker stoop at his window,showing off my tits with my
mouth rudely working on that gum in a bimbo-esque kinda way.
"Hey,how much ?"
"For what love ?"
"For a fuck.C'mon,don't play games.."
I hesitate,giving him a good looking over.Hmmm...very nice.My
prospective partner looks like he's in his mid twenties,short dark cropped
hair and looks well groomed.He is also black and we all know what they say
about black men.don't we?
"Ok.It's 30 for a fuck.So....." I pause coyly before adding "..do you
want to ride me,eh, babes?"
"Fuck yeah! You got a swing like a pendulum honey and i'm gonna screw
you hard."
"Wow! My kinda man." I say,trying to put on an impressive voice but
shit,how many times does a fucking hooker hear that? BORING!
"Well...hop in then!"
I take a long hard drag of my cigarette before throwing the butt out
onto the street as I saunter around the front of the car to the passengers
side.Getting in the car,I ask for my money before pulling my door closed.He
hands me the cash and then asks "Where to then ?".I put the cash in my
bag,look in the mirror and gently fluff up my back combed blonde
hair,chewing on that great wad of gum as I do so.My leather skirt creaks on
my seat in a sexy kinda way as I move.
"There's a good car park we can use.It's not that far away.We can fuck
there,ok?"
"Sure."
"By the way honey,what's your name?"
"Alan.My name's Alan.What's your's incidently?"
"Samantha.But you can call me anything you want when you're "doing"
me.The filthier the better actually..."
I let the words trail off as I could see that he was looking very
intrigued .Good.I gave him directions to the spot and he drove up to a dark
patch in the corner before comming to a stop and switching off his
headlights.He then reached up and flicked on the inner light. I looked in
the rear-view mirror.I shocked myself! I looked wild.Like a cock-hound.My
eyes caked in purple eyeshadow,thick black mascara and heavy black eyeliner
made me look like a complete hardcore slut eager to be reamed out by lots
of cocks.Shit,I thought to myself, I look like I feel.....and I began to
feel wet!
"Ok Samantha you little slut.Get your fucking ass in that back seat and
pull your skirt up."
"Ok hon." I hissed sensually back.
I poured myself into the backseat and pulled up my skirt,revealing an
eager beaver ready to be poked.
"Shit you slut! You ain't even wearing panties..."
Hooking rule # 2 anything that gets in the way of cock is
just wasting time!
"Comes with the territory lover..."
Alan crawls over the seat to my awaiting open thighs.The bulge in his
jeans begins to throb.He quickly unbuttons his jeans and out his swolen
member pops.With eyes of lust I gaze at this wonderous sight.Lost in my
thoughts I'm suddenly brought back to reality by the feeling of a large
cock-head pressing on my vagina's entrance.I push him back.
"Hey not so fuckin' fast!Let me put on your seal of approval..."
I reach into my handbag and produce a condom.I smile and then look at
Alan.I then look down towards Alan's cock and wow,does it look good!The
smile on my face begins to grow ever larger!
I reach forward with my hand and gently stroke his member with my
hand.My purple nail varnish goes well with his swolen black member which
throbs into action.I take the wrapper off of the condom and place it
seductively into my mouth.I smile.Alan grins an inane grin. I gently pull
Alan towards me so that the tip of his penis is only an inch or so away
from my face.In a slow seductive way I open my mouth and slide his penis in
between my moist purple painted lips,slipping the thin membrane over the
tip and roll it down towards the root. His cock must be about eight inches
long and surely one of the thickest that i've had between my lips for quite
some time.For a split second I hesitate.I'm caught up in deciding whether
to have his male portion in my pouting mouth and spending yummy cum in
there or having his meat elsewhere.The feelings of longing in a more
southerly direction dictate what course of action I decide to take.
"OK hon......i'm ready.Stick in it."
"You don't have to tell me twice,you bitch."
And with that Alan slowly lowers himself on top of me,slowly,gently his
arched back begins to push his cock tip into my well lubricated musky
cave.He began to pump away at my loins,his ball sac gently swinging away
and tapping away at my groin.This is nice ,I think to myself,but nice isn't
what hookers want.
"Fuck me harder......"
"Harder....c'mon,harder..."
Alan responds by upping his work rate,pushing himself all the way in up
to his root.I'm beginning to feel flushed and slightly breathless.Alan
notices and smiles.
"I hope you're feeling that you slut."
"Yes.Make your slut cum." I say,sounding like i'd just run up to the
shops.
"Pound my whore pussy."
I had ten minutes of seriously deep and hard thrusting from Alan.He gave
me a love bite and continued to call me all sorts of names ; "cum
slut","fuck bucket","one woman sperm bank" and "cock hound" and the like.I
was really turned on.I responded to his thrusting by up thrusting myself.We
were rooting away hard and fast.When I felt he was ready to blow, I
tightened my grip on his meat with my pelvic muscles and made his shoot his
male joy juice towards home.I wanted to make sure that I got repeat
business off of this guy.
"That was really good Sam." he say as he started to get himself
straightened up.He was just starting to pull the condom off of his prick
when I shouted out...
"Don't do that.Can I have it?"
"What??"
"What,like some sort of prize?"
"Yeah...well,sort of.."
"Ok bitch,take it off then."
I rolled his heavily seeded condom off of his cock and tied a knot in
it,preserving the cum contained within it.With that I put it in my handbag.
Pulling my micro skirt back down to it's usual level I was made fully
aware of my role in life from the scent of womanly pleasure comming from my
pussy.I smell like a fuck toy. Hell,I WAS a fuck toy!
I slide back into the passenger's seat and begin to rearrange myself
into something that's more akin to normal-ness rather than this freshly
fucked look that I currently sport.
Looking in the rear view mirror I gently fluff my hair up again,giving
it a bit of a bounce and take my lipstick from my handbag and reapply
it.Punters like that.I don't know why. Once thats finished I pour on my
lip gloss and apply some more perfume,asking first so as not to draw
attention to my trick's behaviour as,well,who knows? He might have a wife
or whatever.He gives me the nod and I apply my `Poison'.I ask him again if
he minds if I smoke.
"Sure honey."
Drawing a cigarette from my packet,I slowly place it between my lips and
flip open my lighter and place the flame close to the tip.Snapping the
lighter's lid shut I deeply inhale as I put it back into my bag.I feel a
smile grow on the inside as I think to myself ` ..this is the way to do
it,smoke after sex.".I pull the cigarette from my lips and say to my
punter,in a cloud of smoke...
"Alan,you're a fuckin' babe.That was really great.I enjoyed that.Thank
you."
"No probs."
"I really do hope that we'll do business again soon,y'know?"
"Hopefully."
"Great!"
And with that I kissed him tenderly on the cheek.
Hooking rule # 3 Treat the punter like a prince and he'll
always come back!
Alan then starts up the car and reverses out of the car park and drives
me back to my pickup spot.Getting out and thanking him I notice that there
really isn't much action around.I slam the door shut and think to myself
that maybe i'll call it a night - Geez,it's only 11:30!
It only takes a few minutes to get back home as I live right in the
middle of the red-light area.I live for sex and money and I think,fuck
it,why not be surrounded by it.Makes sense to me...
I get in and lock the door behind me and walk into the living
room,throwing my keys onto the settee.The cigarette stays between my lips
as I head towards the kitchen,stopping at the fridge to get a can of
larger.I clink open the can and head back to the living room.'I can't
believe i've only been fucked 7 times tonight.That's shit" I think to
myself as I settle down on one of the chairs,stooping forward only to get
an ashtray.I grind the cigarette out and take a long hard swallow from the
cold can.Tastes good.
I gaze at the cigarette gently smouldering out in the ashtray and find
myself lost in thought. Thoughts of my past and how a silly thing like a
cigarette started my career off all those years ago.....
It's summer,1979,when I found out that my mum was a prostitute.I was
only nine then. Young and innocent.I was one of the `original' latch door
children.Whereas other mothers took their children to and from school,my
mum,Sue,felt that it was safe enough for me to get back on my own.Sheffield
might have been a little rough but not bad.Back then,of course, there
wasn't anything like the violence that there is these days and I did have
some street smarts,even back then.
Sue was a street prostitute and really looked the part,like a bit part
player in a `Starky & Hutch' television show.She really didn't care what
other people thought of her.Working the streets meant sex in cars,in car
parks,in fields and alley ways but she also used to bring her punters back
home and use her own bed.
Many times i'd come home to the sound of banging on the ceiling and
moans comming from an upstairs direction.I didn't usually bother to find
out what was going on `cos,well, that was normal in our house.But one day I
decided to look.....
I quietly crept upstairs,taking off my shoes first so as not to make a
noise.Sue's bedroom door was very slightly open and I remember still to
this day peeking thru the crack and watching my mum `doing' a punter.They
were lying on top of the bed,not in it,so I got an excellent view of the
proceedings ; Sue with her legs spread wide apart,bent at the knees,with
this bloke who was a little bit porky and,I suppose,in his 30's,pushing
himself in an out of her.It was spell bounding!She was gently purring away
while he he was huffing and puffing and mumbling something under his
breath.After a short while he stopped and said..
"Ok bitch,you on top now"
And with that they switched places and mum lowered herself on top of his
throbbing penis (the first cock I ever did see!).She asked him if he minded
if she smoked and he ok'ed that and so she lit up,blew some smoke out of
the side of her mouth and looked towards the door.I felt her eyes on me as
she turned her head,put the fag back in her mouth and thrust away at him
like a mad woman.Sue was a blur of blonde hair,red lips,cigarette smoke and
red basque as she rode him for all she was worth.Some five minutes or so of
heavy thrusting later she held still whilst he spasmed to a halt.She then
got off and I quickly tip toed down stairs into the living room,trying to
pretend to do my usual routing whilst thinking back in awe on this sight
that i'd just seen.
Ten minutes or so later I heard footsteps down the stairs and voices in
the front room.Then, after a brief moment,the door shutting and mum coming
back into the living room.Per usual for her she looked sexy.With her
low-cut fluffy white jumper,her red leather mini skirt,black fishnets and
black stilettoes she was a sight to behold.On top of this was a multitude
of gold and silver in the form of rings,bangles,earrings,pendants and
necklaces.
"So now you know what your mum does for a living,Sam." Sue said matter
of factly.
I started to stammer,then blush and made the mistake of saying "Sorry,I
don't know what you mean mum".She knew I was lying.It was written all over
my sweet and innocent young face.
"Oh come now,Samantha.I saw you looking.I don't mind you looking,you
know.You saw me having sex with that bloke.That `punter'."
"Erhhh..yes I suppose I did."
...and from there Sue gave me this big lecture on her being a prostitute
; what it was,what she did,how often,for how much and why she did it."Wow!"
I thought to myself.I couldn't believe that a) we were having this
conversation and b) that this is what she did for a living!
Sue reached towards the coffee table and picked up her cigarettes and
lighter.She drew one from the packet and lit it,deeply inhaling before
pulling it out of her mouth.She seemed to be waiting for a reply but got
none.She took another drag.Again nothing.Then another. I was mesmerized by
it all ;how she looked,how she acted but most inportantly at that time, how
she smoked.She smoked in such a glamorous way,like some kind of hollywood
starlet.I was transfixed!
Sensing this she asked "do you want a cigarette,Samantha ?"
"Erhhh." I feebly muttered,glowing scarlet in the process ;smoking I
knew was an `adult' thing and I wasn't an adult yet.Maybe this was some
kind of trick.....
"Look,I started smoking when I was 12.That's not much older than you are
now and if you want to have a cigarette then i'll let you have a
cigarette.It's up to you,Sam."
Feeling safer I accepted and Sue taught me how to smoke.On my first
attempt I coughed and spluttered but after some excellent coaching from mum
I got the hang of it.I felt like it made me more of a woman and got me
closer to mum.
From then on I was smoking 2 cigarettes a day and I felt just like a
really cool woman. After this thing went normal for a few years ; I'd be
smoking so that was cool and i'd get to watch my mum turn tricks.Sometimes
I even followed her outside and watch her pull.That was sooooo cool!I'd
watch her stoop at car widows,ask for business and then watch her take her
current punters home.Since we were only 5 minutes or so walk away from the
local "business street" it was ok to come back in the house and watch then
hump.
1982.I was 12 and developing really well.Puberty was kind to me.My
breasts began to mould to a nice shape and size and like all young girls,I
started thinking about sex.Or lust. Being sneaky I would "borrow" some of
Sue's hooking gear and put it on.With the aid of some hairspray and a bit
of backcombing of sorts,my hair would be a little bit more "bouffant" and
i'd look more the part.Stealing her jewelery and lipstick and putting them
on I found that I was more or less complete ; out goes Sam the schoolgirl
and in comes Samantha the streetwalker!
My alter ago gave me a new sense of life.For once I began to feel
whole.I would "transform" myself in my bedroom where I had a full-length
mirror.I'd also steal a packet of cigarettes from Sue as she always left
packets around and I was sure that she wouldn't miss one.Meanwhile mum
thought that I was bored of watching her,which I suppose was right in a way
; now the plan was to "act" like my mum and look like her too!
So Samantha the streetwalker was born! Dressed to thrill in a low-cut
red clingy top,red leather mini skirt and matching belt and 4" heels with
black fishnets on.Topping off this ensemble with gold rings,braclets and
necklaces of the chunky variety,I looked hot.With everything in place I
used to strut around my bedroom for hours on end,wiggling my ass as I
went,stop at the mirror,do the hooker stoop and from my pillar box red lips
with a lit cigarette dangling from the corner of my mouth try out the
following phrases that I had heard mum say in a seductive voice...
"You looking for a good time,babe?"
"Looking for business love?"
"Do you want a date?"
"Looking for some action?"
"Want a piece of me?"
etcetera..etcetera...my fav and mum's usual was the second one....
Anyway,this sort of thing progressed for quite some time.Mum had
probably thought that I had gone off the boil and was up to other
things.Soon though,this wasn't enough for me.As I began to develop sexually
so did my sexual feelings and my needs to fullfil myself sexually
arose.Consequently I found myself masturbating when I was in my "hooker"
role,visualising fucking blokes for money.It sure made me horny!The more
often I played my new "role" the harder I found it to revert back to plain
old Sam again."Samatha the streetwalker" was taking over my life.
It had to happen I suppose.In my 13th year on the planet and playing
"Samantha",Sue finally caught me.I had done the whole chatting up act,the
walking with a wiggle,the stoop, the smoking sexily stuff and was
masturbating myself to a climax.When I `came' I heard a voice from behind
me say....
"Wow,Samantha,that was very impressive!"
I blushed and bagan to feel like I was choking."Errrhhh...mum I...." was
all I could mutter before I started to shake.
"Don't be ashamed.I'm sorry for creaping up on you..."
"H...Ho....How much did you see ?"
"All of it baby,How long have you been acting like me ?"
"A..A....A year."
"I feel very proud Sam.You look really gorgeous in those clothes and
that makeup `an all."
"T..Thanks."
"But why do you want to pretend to be a prostitute ?"
"Because of you."
"Do you want to do it?"
I began to feel nervous again.Another trap perhaps? I don't know.I sure
wanted to try it out and it looked as though my mum was giving me
the,pardon the pun,'red light' to try out.....
"Maybe...." was my final answer.
"Look,if you want to,you can try it.I don't mind.It's your choice
Samantha..." the words trailed off.
"...and if you don't like it then,well,you can just `play',ok?If you do
like it then....it's up to you.Either way I won't hold anything against
you.Ok,hun?"
I nodded.
"Good.Day one for you starts tomorrow night.Don't worry."
Good god,what was I letting myself in for?
The night went quickly and the next day arrived.Time to go to school.I
got ready as normal and nothing was said at all about the previous nights
agreement.I was too afraid to know what might happen and consequently said
nothing.'What is happening?' I thought to myself.Nothing out of the
ordinary was going down.That was until just as I was leaving.Sue beckoned
me over and gave me a tablet to take."You better take this." she said and
so I did."Now you're on the pill.".Gee,thanks mum...
School went by so slowly.I didn't take anything in and I really didn't
want to be there. Finally,the bell went and it was hometime.Thank god.
Getting home I entered as usual to the sounds of moans and groans from
upstairs.Mum was obviously in `working'.I went about and did my usual
things.I didn't feel the need to be "Samantha the streetwalker" so I made
myself a sandwich and a drink and sat in the living room to eat.
Sue came back downstairs after 20 minutes,complete with a freshly fucked
look,and a lit up cigarette.
"Sam,before we start I want to know if this is what you really want to
try.Do you?"
"Yes mum."
"Good.Ok,right tonight we are just going to look over things.Nothing big
ok?"
"Yes."
And with that we discussed the tablet that I had taken earlier and when
I had my last,or first if you look at it that way,two periods.We made a
rough guide of when my next one would be,in about 5 days time.Sue then
asked me how long they lasted which was easy,2 days and so we decided that
from a week tomorrow I would make my entrance as a trainee prostitute.
The next night mum picked me up from school to take me to the jewellers
to have my ears triple pierced.They first said that they wouldn't do it so
my mum gave them an extra 10 and they agreed. It really hurt and made me
cry.Sue comforted me as she told me that hookers have to look good and all
the ones she knows have their ears pierced many times.
"The pain will go Sam and you'll be glad that you've had them done in
time." she said.
The next day was for my wardrobe.Sue gave me a couple of pairs of her
mini skirts (red and black leather),a couple of vest tops in silk (red and
white),bras,fishnet stockings,suspender belts, tight jumpers (red,black and
white again),and her 4" heeled red stiletto shoes.
"Sam you'll look really trashy in these."
As I modelled all the various combinations,Sue nodded with
approval,seeming to glow with pride.
For the remainder of the week we talked about sex and Sue showed me in
great detail what each position was.Cool!We also spent quite a while
discussing makeup and trying it on.Whilst mum was sitting beside me at the
vanity mirror applying her makeup,I was trying to put on mine.I seemed ok
with cover stick,foundation and powder but mum always chastised me over my
use of eye makeup,lipstick and blusher....
"Sam,blend the shadows.Think sexy grey,sultry eyes...bimbos."
"More eyeliner Sam.You're supposed to be a prostitute not a nice
girl.Think Panda eyes."
"More mascara.Flick those lashes.I want to see them thick and black."
"Use a lip pencil.....and use lipgloss.It looks like you've got cum on
your lips if you do."
"More blusher.....you're a slut,remember?"
The more mistakes I made the more I was made to correct them.I remember
thinking "Gee, it's hard being a prostitute..",but by the end of the week I
was comfortable and quick in applying my new look.Throughout the entire
week I had taken the tablets and was slowly let in on what was to happen to
me on my big day.
Then...the big day arrived!
Mum ran me a bath with bubbles in it and I bathed myself.Getting out I
stepped into my robe and walked along to my bedroom across the hall.On the
bed Sue had hand picked my ensemble in which I would start my career as
"Samantha the streetwalker" ; the red shoes,black fishnets, bra and
suspender belt,red mini and vest.I lovingly and delicately put my underwear
on, caressing my body as I did so.Mum smiles and says "hold on........I've
got some things for you."
Comming back from her bedroom she brought her box of jewelery and two
strange objects. "What are they ?" I asked as she was putting them inside
my bra."They're called `brestforms'. They're supposed to look like the
real thing and give girls a bigger cleavage.Look,they are very realistic."
I looked down.Yup,she was right,they were.Now I looked a little older.
Pulling on the skintight top clothes I looked in the mirror."Looking
good girl" I thought to myself.
"Right,sit down."
I sat down and Sue opened up her jewelery box.She gave me three chunky
gold necklaces, of varying lengths,to put on.Which I did.Next came
bangles.Three gold bangles of varying thickness adorned each wrist.Undoing
the studs in my ears which hurt,Sue put small red stoned studs in the top
two holes of each ear and put massive gold hoops in the bottom lobes. Fuck
they were heavy!
The rings came next.Chunky gold coin rings adorned four of my fingers on
my hands with red dress rings and an engagement ring filling up the
others.Then to cap it all off,an ankle chain was put on my left ankle.Cool.
"Now,Samantha,you look like a well experienced prostitute.Next we'll
have to make you look like you'll be a `well used' one!"
As my hair was still wet and rather long,mum decided to put it up in
rollers and dry it, making it more curly.It was nice I suppose.But then
with the aid of some very strong hairspray and a good afro comb,my hair was
primed,teased and pulled into a very bouffant style.COOL! I looked in the
mirror.I noticed that I sort of looked like my mum.
Next was the makeup.After all the trials and tribulations this last week
I was at least able to put on my makeup right.Or so I thought.My hand
started to tremble a little as I applied my eyeliner.I paused and took a
deep breathe.That was better.I continued.When I was finished I looked in
the big mirror and gulped.Wow,that woman looks sexy! Shit! That woman was
me! I stood up and caught Sue's loving smile."Sam,I'm really proud of
you.You look like you've been `round the block for a good few years at
least."
She was right.I looked at least 18.
"Right now,the finishing touches..." said Sue quickly getting some very
cheap perfume off the dresser and liberally dousing me all over with it.
"There.You look cheap.You smell cheap and now you'll have to act
cheap,ok hun?"
"Yes mum."
"Listen,don't call me mum.You're a friend,not my daughter,right?"
"Ok Sue."
I took a cigarette from mum's packet and lit it.Glancing in the mirror I
thought to myself that this was it.I inhaled deeply to calm myself
down.There was a knock at the door.
"Right showtime Samantha.You're punters are here."
"P-Punters ?"
"Yeah.I lined you up with three.That ok?"
"Erhhh..I suppose so..." my voice trailed off.
"I have every faith in you,besides you're a whore not a good girl.Pro's
don't go with just one punter you know.You need more than one to be a
prostitute.You do want to `be' a prostitute like your mum,don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Well,let's go.By the way,it's 20 for a fuck and 15 for a blow job."
And with that she went downstairs to open the front door.
I quickly assumed my position,sitting delicately on the edge of the bed
with my skirt, short as it was,pulled up ever so slightly so as to see my
stocking tops and my left leg draped over my right.Smoking very seductively
I felt and probably looked like a well used hooker.
I soon heard footsteps comming up the stairs.I gathered my composure and
took another drag of my cigarette.The man was at my door.
"So you're Samantha,eh?"
"Yes and it's 20 for a fuck or 15......."
"Yeah,yeah I know.Sue told me already."
I took another drag and said "Ok,just leave the money on the dressing
table then." in a plume of smoke.I could see his eyes aglow with lust.Mum
had taught me well......
This,my first `punter' look quite alright.He was blonde with blue eyes
and quite tallish for a man.Not massive but big.He must have been on the
other side of his 30's at least but, he'll do for my first......
"Ok then,show me your pussy."
"Money first hun,a girl's gotta live y'know?"
He quickly threw down two 10's on the dresser and walked back to the
foot of the bed.
I stood up and put the cigarette between my lips,letting it dangle
precariously as I seductively raised my short skirt to reveal my
womanhood."You like?" I said.He nodded.I was slowly let on to the fact that
I began to get moist in my pussy.I wondered if he noticed? I flipped my
cigarette out in the ashtray on the bedside table and pushed myself up the
bed, pulling my skirt up high as I did so.My mound was on display and my
pussy ready for humping.
My `date' pulled off his shoes and unzipped his trousers,lowering them
to the floor.Pulling off his pants his pulsating member was aching for my
glory hole.He quickly lowered himself on top of me,stopping only to direct
his regular sized cock into my vagina with his left hand. Pretty soon he
was in up to his root.It hurt a little and I moaned slightly in
displeasure. Obviously I wasn't moist enough!
"Geez,you're tight.I bet you're feeling that,eh,Samantha?"
I moaned again and as his eyes met mine I nodded,grimacing slightly as I
did so.He slowly stated to arch his back,pulling his penis out of me
slightly before slowly pushing back in.In slow rhythm he did this for a few
minutes,enough time to feel the aching in my groin turn to a tingling
sensation,his ball sac gently tapping away at my groin.I was getting
lubricated with my own juices and felt pleasure.He upped the pace and I
began to flush.'So this is fucking' I thought to myself and he was quickly
away,ramming into me full hilt.He was hard and I was now thoroughly horny!
"Keep going,keep going."
He kept going alright,moaning and huffing as our groins bashed away at
each other.I heard myself whimper,quietly at first but soon growing louder
and louder and with more passion. God,I can't take much more of this.I
caressed his T-shirt covered back with my fingers which, time and
again,worked their way down to his buttocks and back again.I soon began to
thrust back at him,in between his down thrusts.
After some 10 minutes or so of heavy thrusting and lots of moans and
groans from all directions,I felt him tense up and grab my hips which was
followed by his sperm doing a quick redecoration job of my womb
entrance.He'd cum.He lay inside me for a few seconds before pulling out and
getting off of my now sweaty body.I let out a deep sigh.
"You like that?"
"Yeah,that was great.Hope we'll do it again sometime soon,eh?"
"Whatever."
Pulling his pants and his trousers back on he said "Thanks for that."
before putting on his shoes and after straighening himself up he just
walked out the door.
`Sam,you're a fully fledged prostitute now' I thought to myself,chuffed
with a job well done.I sat up and noticed the sperm that was so soon
deposited inside me finding it's way back out again.I stood up and pulled
my skirt back down with a wiggle of my hips and cum trickling down my
thighs.
I quickly assumed my position again,sitting sexily on the edge of the
bed,stockings again on show and re-lit my cigarette.Deeply inhaling,my next
punter emerged.
"Hi Samantha."
"Hiya love.Put your money on the dresser and let's go."
I took another drag.Shit! Did I just say that? At only 13? God,that
sounds just like what a well used pro would say! Fuck i've turned into a
seasoned hooker in only a matter of minutes....and one good fuck session!
Punter # 2 was well tasty; must have been in his mid twenties and had
short black hair, drop dead gorgeous and of quite athletic build.I think
i'd have done him for free!He took his time in taking off his T-shirt and
jeans,folding them up and putting them on a nearby chair so I had plenty of
time to finish off this cigarette,thank fuck!
Whilst he was taking care of his clothes he asked me
questions.Y'know,the usual ; how old are you,how long have you done it
etc.The usual shit.I lied through my teeth.I told him I was 18 and doing it
since I was 13,making me out as having a season ticket on punter cock.He
bought it!
Same as the other guy,I pulled up my skirt and opened my legs and same
as the other guy he gently eased himself into me.
"You don't have to be so gentle,y'know." I said with a grin.He mirrored
my smile as he pushed all the way into my musky cock cave.I was well
lubricated by now ; with my own juices and with the fresh,and first
ever,deposit of sperm in my entrance.His cock was also bigger;I could feel
it lining my vagina walls.It took my breathe away.
"You've got some tight muscles down below haven't you babes?"
"Training,love...."
Pumping away at me hard I was going wild.I haphazardly managed to get my
legs and wrap them around his neck,pulling him down onto me,my red
stilettos caresing his back.He kissed my neck and then my breasts,squeezing
them tightly with each hand.Caressing me,stroking me.Sending my passions
higher.
Once again my moaning started.Quietly then louder.Soon I was wailing
like a bitch in heat. My vagina was aflame and it needed a release.
"Harder,harder...."
"Fuck me harder..." I screamed with joy,oblivious to my surroundings or
the other punter waiting to get inside me downstairs.
More hard thrusting followed.Soon afterwards,just like the first,he
straightened up and shot his load up me.I felt the heat from his
emission.It felt good.After a few spurts he was spent. Seconds later I
came myself.I shuddered myself to a halt.Wow!
I removed my tired legs from his neck and he pulled himself out of my
cum hole.Lying on his side beside me he gently stroked my face and said
"Are you going to be around here for long?"."Yeah,why?" I asked."Because I
think I want you on a regular basis." I smiled.Then.. silence."Do I need
to make a booking?" he asked."No,you'll find me working the streets."
God,what was I thinking ? Now i'm a regular of the `red light'
neighbourhood!
"Cool." he said as he got up off the bed and proceeded to get
dressed."Sam,that was really great.Where have you been all my life ?" he
said,half jokingly."Oh,around.." I answered. Once he was dressed he came
over and kissed me on the cheek and whispered a loving "Thank you." into my
ear.Then he left.
`God,I need a cigarette." I thought to myself.I was very tired.Tired but
excited,like when you've done something exhilarating ;a proud
achievement.Which,I suppose you could say that I had done - got two blokes
rocks off in the space of twenty minutes or so and paid well for it.What
else was there in life?
I reached over to the table and took a cigarette from the
packet.Lighting it up I inhaled long and slow,drawing in the smoke and held
it in my mouth.Drawing the cigarette from my lips I exhaled a thick plume
of smoke high into the air where it swirled around the ceiling of my
bedroom before slowly drifting off into the night.
Footsteps running up the stairs signaled punter #3.Time to fuck again! I
quickly pulled myself to the edge of the bed and straightened myself
up.Even so I as I glance over to the mirror I still looked like a fuck
bucket.I put the cigarette back between my lips,dangling from the corner of
my mouth in an effort to make me look like a nasty slut; I think it worked!
"Samantha,I've got 20 so let's fuck."
Wow,straight to the point! "Ok then love,money on the table." I
said,turning around and taking my cigarette out of my mouth,ready to stub
it out.
"No! No! Don't do that! You can smoke as I fuck you doggie style.Get
on the floor on all four's."
"Ok then."
I assumed the position ; skirt up,bum up,legs bent and head down.The cum
of my first two punters ran down my legs,catching the harsh light of
electric bulb overhead.Without warning I was violently invaded by a hard
rod of cock.It felt good.I was well lubed up so I took it without a
whimper.Hands grabbed my hips,clawing at my skirt as my pussy was getting
the pounding of it's life!
"C'mon,lay you bitch lay." he grunted as he banged away at my loins.At
times I felt unsteady and had to re position my hands to maintain my
balance.This was a lot harder than screwing on the bed.For one I didn't
have no support.I kept thinking that he must have some size on down below
because my pussy was becomming well stretched and it hurt more him pushing
inside me.With the cigarette dangling from my pillar box red lips I didn't
look the most graceful of creatures and most certainly didn't sound it ;
moans and the sound of my gold bangles clanking,crashing into one
another,filled my boudoir of sin.I felt sleazy and I felt at home there.
Pretty soon he shuddered to a halt as his sperm errupted into my milking
hole,the final corrupting nail in my coffin of innocence ; I was no longer
a child but a woman.The seed had been sown of my ever attaining grace.I had
the taste for it now,prostitution was to be my saviour,my jesus,my
religion.I had found myself.
Pulling himself out he quickly got to his feet and dressed himself.I
felt like shit getting to my feet.It took time.Semen ran down my inner
thighs like a spring.Pulling my skirt back down to it's normal level I
smirked at the irony ; a whore trying to be lady-like? Ha!So there I was
smirking to four empty walls.My punter had gone and all I had was the 60 on
my dressing table,and my memories,for what? 30-35 minutes work?
How long was I there silently looking into space I don't know but soon
my ears pricked up to the sound of footsteps running up the stairs.But
wait,I'd done three.Surely Sue hadn't got more for me?
She hadn't.Instead it was her running up the stairs to tell me the good
news.She had a smile on her face that wouldn't stop.Nearly close to tears
she said
"Oh Samantha,I'm really proud of you.They all liked you and wanted to
see you again. That's fantastic! I couldn't believe all the sounds that I
had heard from your sessions.You sounded so natural.Did you enjoy it ?"
"Oh yeah.I never thought sex was like that mum."
"I know,that's the reason that I do it ; the sex.So,do you know the
question that i'd like to ask you ?"
"Erhhhh,is it `would I like to be a prostitute'?"
"Yes...so......."
I paused before answering "yes".
The smile returned to my mum's face."Good" she said,grabbing my
arm,"well let's pull some punters then!"
"W-What?" I asked worriedly.
"It's time to start your induction into our glorious `red light' area."
"Bu-But i'm not ready for that.I've got all this cum down my legs." I
cried.
"That's prostitution.Besides,the punters love having some slut that's
just been fucked.You'll be alright."
"Ok then." I reluctantly answered as Sue was reapplying her lipstick
then teasing up her hair."Go get your handbag and cigarettes and lets paint
the town red".I picked up my bag,a tacky red one,and reached over to the
table to collect my cigarettes and lighter.Putting them in my bag,Sue took
my hand and led my downstairs.Collecting her house keys we left,locking the
front door behind us,ready to pull and fuck anything that came our
way.........
END OF PART 1.
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