It seemed to go on forever, the pleasure that is. She’d had sex before, climaxed before but never, never had she experienced anything like this.

Gazing down her voluptuous body, Maryanne Clement, 35 year old mother and aspiring legal clerk watched as her traitorous hands slipped the golden dong deep inside her hungry whore’s cunt causing sensations that she had never before experienced, never imagined. She was frightened, her mind swirling in a million directions as she tried desperately to come to grips with what was happening to her.

You like this … it’s what you were born to do a seductive voice whispered in her thoughts.

No, that wasn’t right. She was born to be a proud independent woman and mother. Right now she should have been preparing dinner for her and her daughter in their new bungalow. She should have been looking forward to her exciting new career, her new life … she should have been doing all of these things.

But you’re not. You’re squirming on your bed, moaning and fucking yourself like you never want to stop. You WANT this.

“Yessss … Oh god that is sooo fucking good” she cooed before she could stop herself.

That’s it baby … just give into it.

“No …” she whined. “I’m not like that. I’m not just some fucking hot piece of ass.”

Fuck bitch … that’s exactly what you are. Don’t fight it baby, just give in.

“Oh fuck no … dear fucking Christ … I’m not … oh fuck …” she whined slipping the long thick golden dong out of her once again, "a whore ... I'm not!!"

Images flashed across her mind … sights as sounds of her doing the most obscene things … sucking .. fucking … loving it … every moment. Each thought more obscene than the last. Each one making her hotter, needier … pressing the golden dong ever farther into her sopping cunt, slapping her raw clitty with indescribable need.

Look to yourself bitch … of course you are, you just haven't figured it out yet. You can’t stop this and pretty soon … you won’t want to. You are a fucking needy whore, just admit it.

Maryanne’s mind spun … the voice was right … everything about her was changing … the way she was expertly tugging at her nipples … her language … even her thoughts … images of men … their cocks deep inside of her … her lips wrapped around them … one … two … three … a world filled with fucking and sucking … a world she would never have imagined before … but one that every thrust of the golden Whoremaker seemed to bring closer.

With dread the redheaded beauty looked down and watched her hands slip the dong expertly back into her … the pleasure rippling through her thoughts as she felt a bit more of her slip away … or become something else.

You are a whore bitch ... and you LOVE it.

“Please no …” she whimpered

A cock sucking, ass fucktoy, torrid, dirty, fuckready nympho whore!!

'noo ... noo".

“Mom, are you ok?” came a plaintive sound from the other side of the door.

The images shifted abruptly and shockingly … now it was her looking on as her daughter with terror in her eyes slipped the golden dong into her own blonde rimmed pussy ... and then watching as man after man took her daughter, the young girls ass rippling with each stroke, her cries of pleasure forcing Maryanne to gently finger herself as she watched.

All she needed to do was invite her in ... that's all it would take.

And a tight cunt sells for more you know.

No … no no no no no … I can’t let that happen … think Maryanne … THINK!

“Ye …yes dear … I’m fine.” Mary Anne stammered as she slowly slid the dong deep inside of her. “Just resting. Oh god just … just order some Pizza ok?”

“Ok, but if you need anything I’ll be right down the hall.” the concerned voice said as her daughter's footsteps faded away.

Why aren’t you letting her in bitch? Aren’t you proud of what you are? Don’t you think your lovely girl would just love to play with your new toy?

No … never. NEVER!!”

But if feels so good. Don’t you want what’s best for your sweet little piece of ass? Don’t you want her to grow up to be a slut like you?

No no no no no no …. She’s just a sweet innocent girl … JUST LEAVE HER ALONE!!!

Maryanne struggled as something rose up inside of her, moving closer to the surface. She was falling into a pit, being consumed bit by bit, all that she was, all that she knew. And she could feel it … something dark, torrid and nasty … something coming to take her place.

You can feel it now, can't you? The need to fuck and fuck until there was no one to fuck anymore. You can’t resist, you know none of the others could. You need it!

The others? There were others? Maybe some of those beautiful women that prostituted themselves to Frank … had any of them struggled as she was struggling now? Had they once had lives beyond Frank's cock, beyond fucking like rabbits in heat? Had they once been as she was?

“God damn you Frank." said the soft spoken redhead. "I’m not going to fucking let you do this to me. You can’t, you just can’t!! Fuck … what the Fuck are you doing to me you frigging asshole!!?”

Who cares bitch. He’s sure as hell a real man. Someone that knows what piece of ass he wants and goes the fuck out to get it. And god, his Cock … his wonderful cock. What wouldn’t you do to have that hard stiff piece of meat rammed deep inside of you right now.

Maryanne’s mind was on fire. Sweet fucking shit, anything for a fuck like that. And why was she so fucking stuck up about Bridget. She had to lose her cherry someday and why not to a stud like Frank … ?

“Oh god” she moaned softly “Oh god … I can't let it .. I can't but ... Oh sweet Jesus it’s so fucking great. Oh shit, what the fuck am I going to do?"

You’re going to cum like the whore you are bitch. No more miss nice girl. You're going to cum and there's not a fucking thing you can do to stop it.

No you're wrong I ... oh fuck ... I iii IIIIII ...

Biting her lip to silence the screams, she tried to resist ... but it was as if her body no longer knew how to obey her commands ... deeper and deeper the whoremaker plunged into her ... twisting expertly there ... changing the angle slightly there ... and with each stroke ... with each unwilling gasp and moan ... she wanted it ... wanted it more and more ...

"Oh dear god ... what am I going to do?" the redheaded beauty moaned.

You're going to cum you fucking whore ... and you're going to do it now. You ain't got no choice bitch ... you're a whore and that's what nympho whore's do.

“Oh dear fuck … I’m a fucking whore, oh dear fucking God I AM!!!.”

And with that she came, screaming with release and pleasure into her pillow, her juices soaking the covers once again until it felt like she were wallowing in it.

Slowly regaining her senses, Maryanne unsteadily rolled off her bed and stood for a moment, gaining her balance. Looking across the room she caught a look at herself in the mirror. Disheveled, cum covered, yet ... something primal ... raw ... proud ... sex bottled and distilled into one being ... the perfect sex object ... a fucking cum machine.

“God I am one fucking hot prime piece of ass.” She said to no-one in particular. “No wonder Frank wants me back so fucking bad. If I were into pussy I'd want me too.”

The thought of Frank swam across her mind for a moment. What the fuck was so bad about him anyway. Sure he screwed other whores but that was what whores were for, right? The guy was rich, had a huge cock and was fucking generous with his swag. There had to be something there for a hard working girl and besides, her pussy was dying to feel the real thing deep inside of her.

And as for Bridget, well the little minx needed to learn sometime and who better than her stepfather to teach her how to perform between the sheets. After all, she thought as she played casually with herself, the girl needed to learn a trade didn’t she? Hell, maybe she could even break into porn.

“Well first fucking things first.” she said with a confident toss of her red hair. “If I’m going to party I’d better look the fucking part.”

Swaying her hips suggestively the former housewife strutted to her closet, licking the cum off the golden dong as she went. Opening the door she stepped back and evaluated her wardrobe for the night.

“Nothing but fucking crap here” she snarled disdainfully as she shifted through her JC Penny's and Target specials. “No leather, no latex, nothing that shows an inch of skin. Fuck, there’s not a frigging thing here, not a god dammed thing! How the fuck is a working girl supposed to make a livin’ wearin’ crap like this?”

Frustrated the red headed whore selected the most daring and revealing outfit that she could find, a green low cut silk dress and heels set off with a string of pearls.

Well I guess I’ll just have to go classy tonight instead of total slut. Still you do clean up fucking great Maryanne, hell if you don’t.”

Turning away from the mirror Maryanne reached for the phone to call up Frank and arrange for a “date”. Being Frank's own personal nasty dirty whore was what she was designed to be, she just knew it, and she wasn't going to disappoint. But before she could reach it, the dammed thing began to ring.

Fuck … probably a god dammed telemarketer and I’m sooo fucking horny I could scream!

Still she had to deal with this call before she could get on with more important things so picking up the receiver and said brusquely “Hello, what do you want”?

“Hi Maryanne. It’s Sheila. You didn’t come into work today or give us a call. Kind of sounds like a Frank problem to me so I thought I’d touch base with you a call and find out what the bastard has done this time?”

Bastard? Well Sheila probably had him pegged pretty well there. He had been a sneaky lame assed son of a bitch to her after she’d tried to leave him. But hey, what real man wouldn't try to keep his whores in line. But still, wanting to fuck her precious daughter without even offering to pay for her. That was low. What kind of sick bastard did that?

Yeah maybe Sheila was right, after all she’d worked dam hard for her and for hardly any money at all. The best kind of friend a whore could have, stand up and with the legal smarts to get her girlfriends out of lockup if need be.

Still Frank was also the man with the golden cock so who the fuck cared about Sheila really.

i do … she’s my friend. came the whisper from the back of Maryanne’s mind. she cares about me, all frank wants to do is use me, use my daughter … god I can’t let him do that, not to us, not to anyone .

Hands trembling Maryanne struggled with herself, her newfound freedom battling with her hungry needy whore’s cunt. The need to be Franks personal plaything almost driving her too her knees.

Somehow though, the words leaked out.

“god Sheila … yes … he’s done … something. I … I can’t describe it … he slipped it into my stuff I think. It … it makes me feel like a whore. Oh fuck She, I don’t know how I can hang on.”

“Maryanne, listen to me.” the calm measured voice on the other end of the phone said and instantly that’s what Maryanne did. It was as if the voice in her head was stilled as a new voice entered it.

“You are not dirty and low. Do you hear me? You are a class act in every way Maryanne. Sophisticated, intelligent, stunningly beautiful, motivated, ambitious, you are the definition of class. Do you understand?”

Maryanne listened, repeating the words that seemed to wrap around her mind. Class act, sophisticated … intelligent … beautiful … motivated … ambitious … definition of class.

"You're never going to let that bastard Frank get his claws in you again. It's just not going to happen."

Suddenly the urge to call Frank and beg him to fuck her didn’t seem so very appealing. He was a bastard and … god, what future did anyone have with a low life. Why in the world would she want to associate with a pig like him. She was the definition of class, he was a pig. Let him fuck all the street whores he wanted, she was off limits to a bastard.

“You’re right Sheila” she said regaining herself. “I don’t know what came over me, I really don’t. Everything is just confusing for me right now and … it was just so strange … it still is.”

“You sound exhausted” said her best friend with concern.

“I am. I’ve been … really busy all day with this.” the red head said looking at the golden dong held in her hand.

“Well be busy tomorrow at work ok?” Sheila chided. “You’re never going to get anywhere letting Frank run your life.”

The words soaked into Maryanne like a hard rain on a thirsty desert. Like truth unvarnished and whole. “Yes you’re right Sheila. He’s not going to control me, never again!”

“Good girl.” said the voice on the other end of the phone. “Do you need me to come over or can you handle this on your own.”

“I think I can do it on my own ... now at least.” Said the red headed mother shivering at the though of what she had almost done, almost become. “I owe you more that you’ll ever know … I mean that Sheila.”

“I’m sure you do. My bill will be in the mail.” Said the laughing voice of her best friend.

“Oh you’re impossible She.” Said Maryanne with a smile in her voice. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.”

For a while Maryanne just stood there staring at the phone and then again at the golden dong that she still gripped in her hand. Trying to comprehend what had happened.

This thing tried to do something to me. Change me. Make me go back to Frank … God even make me give him my OWN DAUGHTER. And he came so fucking close.

But he hadn’t succeeded, somehow Sheila had touched a part of her that remembered decent things, remembered what mattered in life, remembered class, sophistication, intelligence, beauty, motivation, ambition. All of the things Frank had tried to strip her of.

“You tried to do this to me.” she said looking at the Golden Dong. “But you failed. Frank can get his whores elsewhere.” And with that she flung the offending object into the corner of the room.

But when she looked at her hand, it was still there.

Frustrated she tried again, watched the dong sail across the room. Until she felt it again, securely grasped in her hand.

“I beat you.” she said weakly as she delicately began to run the phallus over her the nipples. “I won.” she moaned as the need began to sweep over her again.

“no” she whined as the images returned. Not so coarse and crude but still … silk sheets … two three cocks at a time … diamonds … men in suits … young, old, fat thin … all of them fucking her until she couldn’t fuck anymore … her screams echoing in the penthouse apartments and hotel suites of the city and beyond.

I'm still a whore.

You always will be.

“Yes” she whispered as with trembling hands, she moved the phallus between her lips… classy, intelligent, beautiful, sophisticated, motivated, ambitious … sucking on a golden dong as if her life depended on it.

A whore

“Yes.” she admitted as the tears and the cum began to flow once more.

oh sweet god ... I can't wait to be fucked!! sweet heaven help me!!

Perhaps she could have crumpled right there, cry and fuck herself to sleep, but even that was denied her. The night was young, and she had work to do, and deep inside ... she couldn't bear to wait a moment longer to begin.