My Life as a Prostitute
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by Alex Waldegger
Category: Erotica/Taboo Erotica
Description: She Found Her Calling--In the World's Oldest Profession! How does a normal average woman become a prostitute? Find out in this eye-opening novel of one woman's journey of self discovery. Julia is married, but she and her husband have not have sex in three years. Then Julia meets Tony, who is brash and vulgar, exactly the kind of man she despises. Yet his aggressive maleness excites her. One day he corners her in a store-room, and she cannot resist his advances. He awakens her sexually. But he is not her type, and Julia realizes she needs regular sexual fulfillment. She tries again with her husband but it's obviously no good for either of them. Out shopping one day, Julia sees a sexy man looking at her. He picks her up, assumes she is a prostitute and asks her price. Thrilled by this idea, Julia agrees to a price. He takes her to a hotel used by prostitutes. When they are done the pimp who runs the hotel stops her from leaving and takes all the money she has made as a punishment for working his street without permission. Julia finds she is addicted to sex work and starts working for him weekends. This gives her the fulfillment she has been seeking and working toward over the course of her sexual adventures.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books,
eBookwise Release Date: May 2008
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [141 KB]
Reading time: 94-131 min.
David wasn't Julia's first man. She had had a few boyfriends before she met him. When they had been seeing each other a little over six months he asked her to marry him, and she willingly assented. She was sure that this was the one, and at twenty-nine she thought that she really should get married and settle with one man. To begin with their marriage was full of hot bed fun, but over time the fires just started to fade. A year after their wedding they were only doing it because they felt like they had an obligation. After two years they gave up on that too. At the age of thirty-four, Julia had not had sex in three years, and assumed that she never would again.
Then one day a new salesman started at the company where she worked, a cocky young man in his mid-twenties. Tony was a typical example of the type of men she despised. He spoke the language of the London gutter, and acted as though he thought that was big and clever and should impress people. He was pushy and arrogant and narcissistic, and he thought everyone should worship the ground he walked on. He always addressed women as 'darling' (pronounced without the letter 'g' of course). He was completely selfish, selfish with a streak of callous cruelty which let him treat it as a joke when his selfishness hurt someone else. All of this nauseated Julia, but at the same time she could not stop herself thinking about him, looking at him, imagining his hands on her body. When he spoke to her her heart beat faster and her replies were always flustered, voice shaking. When Tony saw the reaction he provoked in her it prompted a slight sneering smile of cruel amusement from him.
One day Julia was in the store-room getting some stationery when she heard someone come in and close the door. She turned and saw Tony standing there.
"Hello darling,' he said, grinning. 'I been wanting to get you alone for a while.'
"To--Tony, what, what do you, do you whuh, w-want?' she stammered. Her hands were shaking like leaves and she dropped the paper she had come to get.
"It's not what I want, is it darling?' he asked, moving threateningly toward her. 'It's what you want.' He reached down with his hand and took hold of the crotch of his trousers, shifting what he held as though to make the contents more comfortable. His eyes flicked down to his own groin and then returned to his face. 'You want some of that, don't you? In you. You want me in you.'
Julia felt a growing pressure in her chest, and realized that she was holding her breath. She released it with a gasp. Fast, shallow breaths followed. Her face was hot, blushing. She could think of nothing to say, and in any case she doubted that she could have spoken if she had tried. Her heart was beating madly. She stepped back unsteadily, but something solid pressed into her buttock. She put her hands back and found the way behind her blocked by a stack of cardboard boxes. Her hands came up and defensively covered her breasts.
Tony took another step toward her. 'Are you gonna say "no"?' he asked mockingly. 'Is that what turns you on? Pretending you don't want it? I can see right through you, bitch.' There was no particular emphasis, no spite, in the way he said 'bitch' but just the word itself made her shudder. He advanced a half-step further. Julia pushed back instinctively and the boxes behind her moved a little, but stayed where they were. Tony put his fingertips lightly on her arms just below the shoulders. Julia found that she couldn't breathe or speak, but she shook her head vaguely from side to side.
"Does that mean "no"?' asked Tony. 'You can say it out loud if you want. That's what gets you hot, right? I can tell. I know your sort, bitch.' He ran his right hand up over her shoulder, slowly up her neck to her cheek. His fingertips played over her skin, down to the line of her jaw, then forward to her chin. Then he turned his hand up so that its palm was facing her throat, and touched the very tip of his middle finger to her lower lip. At that touch she realized how much her mouth was trembling. She turned her head to the side a fraction, but then on an impulse whose origin she could not fathom she turned it back again. All she succeeded in doing was rubbing her lip against his finger, first one way then the other.
Tony touched two more fingers to her mouth and started to rub them gently from side to side. The contact was light, delicate. The sensation was only a tickle, but her whole being seemed absorbed in it. The touch on Julia's lips spread throughout her, and it was almost as if she could feel the touch all over her body. Her skin seemed to grow more sensitive as he fingered her mouth. She was aware of her nipples pressing hard against the inside of her bra. A subtle fire raced beneath her flesh, making every part of her body tingle. Suddenly, she seemed actively aware of the tension in every muscle of her body, the feeling of her clothes against her skin.
"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you?' he said in a gently taunting voice. 'You like it in your mouth, don't you?' Julia felt her face burn hotter still in response to that jibe. 'Oh yeah. You like it there. I can tell. Well you're gonna get it in your mouth, don't you worry. But you're gonna have to do something what I want first before I let you blow me.' It was another crude word, worse even than 'bitch', and Julia revolted against it. She wanted to be away from him, away from this horrible, menacingly masculine figure. She tried to pull her head back, but she just twitched her neck before returning to the position she had been in. It was as though her mouth was glued to his hand, and she could not pull away.
Tony moved his hand down. His fingers trailed over her chin, reached out to touch the bare skin of her throat, then touched the top of her blouse where it was buttoned up across the top of her chest. Julia's arms were crossed in front of her and her palms were flat on her chest, each one resting on the opposite breast. As Tony put a hand to her top button her fingers contracted, gripping her chest. Tony grinned, looking into her eyes. With studied ease he undid the button, showing off his skill at doing it with one hand. His gaze drilled into her, paralyzing her. Julia's body refused to respond to her brain's desperate urgings to run away before he could go any further. It seemed that the nerves which carried instructions from her brain to her muscles were no longer working. But, as if in compensation, her sensory inputs were heightened to a previously unknown level. The tiny motions of his fingers as he undid the first button on her blouse seemed huge. Tony put his fingers in between the two halves of the blouse, no longer held together by the button, and still only using one hand he pushed the two pieces of fabric apart. The ends of his fingers trailed across Julia's skin, and the feeling was hugely amplified. His fingers seemed like those of a giant, and the faint tickle as they moved over her chest had a burning intensity, electrifying her whole body. Julia felt her lips pull back on either side of her face, exposing her teeth.
Tony undid a second button and pushed the blouse open again. His hand went lower, and touched her own hand, which were crossed at the wrists over her chest. Tony still kept his eyes on Julia's, and took hold of her left wrist in his hand. He pulled it from her chest; it came away without resistance. With gentle force he pushed it down, out to her side until it was by her waist. He pushed it back until it was against the boxes behind her. His left hand was still on her right shoulder; this he moved down to her other arm, and slowly pushed that down the same way. Her hands were at her sides now, pushed back, leaving her front defenseless, held by Tony's sure grip.
"Now you keep your arms there,' said Tony. 'No more covering up. You know that's just a game you like playing.' His eyes were still on hers, sapping her will to resist with their burning glare. He released both arms and moved his hands together across her belly. He undid another button, this time the one just below her navel. He moved up, more quickly now, efficiently undoing the buttons. Julia sensed an increased urgency in him, a need to get the foreplay over, and eagerness for the main act. A spasm ran through her body, originating in her loins, and she felt herself melting down there, hot, liquid. She knew she must be wet and the knowledge shamed her. At any advance from a man of this type--indeed, at any advance from any man other than her husband--she should have slapped his face and run out shouting about sexual molestation. But instead her body was welcoming him, preparing itself to be entered and used and soiled by male lust.
When he had undone the last button Tony pulled the blouse open, and finally he looked down from her face. 'Nice tits,' he said. He was trying to keep his voice nonchalant, but there was a sort of breathlessness behind it, the eagerness of passion roused. He ran his hands down so that his fingers brushed over her breasts, supported by Julia's bra which pushed them up into pert, shapely globes. His hands carried on down and he pulled the bottom of her blouse up out of her skirt. His movements were more rushed now. Obviously suppressing the urge to rush, he ran his hands up the two edges of the open blouse to her shoulders, then pushed the blouse down her arms. 'Get that off you,' he said, his voice arrogantly sure that she would obey. Julia put her hands behind her to undo the buttons on her cuffs, lifting them above the boxes which came up to the level of the small of her back.
Tony stepped closer still and reached behind her with both hands. Julia closed her eyes as she felt his fingers take hold of the back of her bra. With a deft movement of his hand the tension in it went slack. Fumbling, she managed to get the button on one of her blouse cuffs undone. Then with shock she realized that she was acting of her own volition. Apparently her body was not locked still; she could move perfectly well if such movement served the purposes of whoring herself to this offensive man. The realization changed nothing, and her body did not halt in its obedience to his instructions. On the contrary, a feverish eagerness seemed to devour her. With one cuff undone she pulled the blouse off that arm. She pulled it half way down the other arm but then abandoned the idea. She was in too much haste. She reached forward, blouse trailing from her arm, to grab hold of her bra and pull it up over her head. She pulled her free arm out of it; it was left trapped near the elbow of the arm with the blouse on it. As she took it off Julia felt Tony's hands glide down her naked chest, feeling, searching, caressing the upper slopes of her breasts, then curling around underneath to cup them to squeeze them as if testing their firmness. Julia let out a moaning whine through gritted teeth at that. But when Tony took hold of one of her nipples and squeezed it roughly between finger and thumb, it felt like a jolt of electricity pulsed through her body and she cried out.
"Watch that noise, bitch,' said Tony in mock displeasure. 'You might bring the whole firm in here, see you with your tits out.' As he spoke he unfastened her skirt, and it slipped down her legs to just above her knees. 'Now get your knickers off.' Julia put her shaking hands down and took hold of her panties, and pushed them down to her thighs. She tried to bend forward, but her head his Tony's chest. She half-turned sideways and bent down that way, slipping them down to her ankles and off, pushing her skirt away at the same time. She was naked now but for stockings and shoes.
As she straightened up, Tony took hold of her roughly by the arm and marched her to the nearest clear patch of wall, pushing her firmly back against it. Then, his hurry no longer suppressed, he reached down and opened his trousers, liberating his rod. It was rigidly at attention, threatening Julia with lewd disgrace, promising to turn her into a loose woman. This morning she had been a decent and respectably married woman, but here she was almost naked with a ruffian who was obviously going to fill her with his prick, and she could barely contain her excitement, her desire. Tony shuffled forward, and the tip of his weapon prodded into the mass of dark curling hairs above her feminine cleft. Julia was unsure how to do this. She had never been used standing up against a wall before.
Julia's legs were together, and they obviously needed to come apart. She shuffled her feet out sideways, keeping her legs straight at the knee. Tony bent his own knees, dropping down, and put his hands on the insides of her thighs. He gripped her hard--painfully hard, almost--and straightened his legs, pulling up with his arms at the same time, letting out a half-suppressed grunt of effort. Julia panicked, struggling, thinking that Tony was going to drop her, but he seemed to know what he was doing. She found herself pressed against the wall, its surface rough against the bare skin of her back and rump as she moved unsteadily. He pushed her legs up so that she was spread obscenely open, knees higher than her hips and spread almost flat against the wall. He arms flapped uselessly and then wrapped around Tony's neck, her blouse still hanging ridiculously from one arm.
Tony's body pressed in even closer to hers, and she felt the hot length of his maleness touching her most delicate flesh, the female centre of her body. A whine of need escaped her as heat rippled out through her body from her sex, making her shudder. Tony moved his body carefully, and Julia could feel him probing carefully about to find the way in.
"Come on! Please!' she gasped, surprising herself. She had not meant to speak.
"Say "fuck me",' said Tony roughly.
"I--I want you to--to do it,' she said unsteadily.
"No bitch!' said Tony in a shouted whisper. 'I want you to say it! Say "fuck me"!'
Julia never used that word. She hated it, hated hearing it. But she was burning up and needed to be relieved before she exploded. And it struck her that it would be silly to be prissy about dirty words when she was about to dishonor herself and her marriage vows with a man who disgusted her. 'Fuck me,' she moaned in a low voice. Then on an impulse she burst out louder, 'Fuck me! Fuck me!'
"Alright, not so fucking loud!' came Tony's urgent whisper. 'You want people to hear, come in and see you like this?'
"Shut up and fuck me!' she said wantonly, not caring about being sensible, just needing fulfillment.
"Fucking right!' grunted Tony, and his body flicked forward, fast and hard. His rod plunged into her womanhood that hadn't been filled in three years, spearing her deep. Julia threw her head back and cried out, feeling hot tears on her face. Tony clamped his mouth hard over hers and drove his tongue in between her parted jaws. Unable to control herself Julia responded in kind, and their tongues intertwined as Tony started to pump into her. He used her hard, almost savagely hard. There was no finesse in his lovemaking--no, it was not lovemaking. There was no caring, no attempt to please her. Tony was simply taking his brutal pleasure from her body. No doubt in his mind it was an act of conquest; love and affection, she imagined, were alien concepts to this beast. Yet, for all his lack of caring, Julia's excitement mounted to heights she had never before known. The love she had enjoyed with her husband David in the early days of their marriage had been exquisite experiences of shared passion, but they had been nothing compared to the simple animal pleasure that she was getting from the forceful ramming of Tony's spear.
His motions grew faster, less controlled and regular, and then she felt thick liquid filling her, spurting from his love-fountain. Tony immediately slowed after he came, enjoying himself more slowly, but Julia was still unfulfilled. She clasped her fingers to the back of his head, gripping his hair, pulling her face closer to his. A choking sound of desperation escaped her throat. Tony slowed even further, his shafting subsiding to gentle prods as he spent the last of his seed inside her. He pulled his face away from hers and looked into her face, a callous look of victory glowing in his eyes.
"Please...' she said, knowing that she was whining, pleading. It shouldn't be like that--thus far in Julia's life, men had chased her and tried to please her, not the other way around. But now she desperately wanted to come, to come from a man in her, a man drilling her, and she could not help but plead for it.
"Tell me you're my bitch,' said Tony. 'Fucking tell me it!'
"I--I'm your--your bitch,' whispered Julia wretchedly. It was so humiliating, but what else could she do? Being brought this far and then denied was too hideous a fate to contemplate. Tony gave her a few more hard strokes with his shaft, but then slowed again.
"Tell me you're my fucking whore!' he said.
"I, I'm your huh, whore,' said Julia, looking down from his terrible eyes for a moment. But then her gaze was dragged back to them by the need to know whether her words pleased him or not. He was grinning with evil satisfaction, but the motion of his prick inside her had stopped completely.
"I said tell me you're my fucking whore,' he ordered.
"Oh God--your--I'm your--your fucking whore,' said Julia brokenly, repeating his heavy emphasis on the word. Tony rewarded her by going at her with renewed vigor, driving his shaft into her as hard as he had before. Julia started to groan and squeal, unable to control herself, and Tony pressed his mouth over hers again. The tight hot flame in her loins grew brighter and brighter as he relentlessly thrust into her, and then in a moment of glory her whole body exploded with joy. She was on fire, every inch of her being flaming with a pleasure beyond anything she had known before with the few men who had been inside her.
A rude awakening came when Tony pulled out of her and lowered her quickly to the ground. He did not drop her, but bent down until her bottom touched the floor and then took his hands off her. 'Good girl,' he said, standing straight again. 'You done what I wanted, so now you get your reward. You get to take me in your mouth, like you wanted.' Julia was sitting on the floor, back against the wall with her legs out in front of her. She looked up at his face, and saw his hands looming close to her. They closed around her head with surprising gentleness and pulled her forward so that he back left the wall and she leant toward him. Tony shuffled forward a little too and her face met his approaching rod. It pressed against her cheek first, leaving a smear of stickiness. Julia turned her head an opened her mouth to take it inside, and began a slow and unhurried tongue-massage of his rod. In the early days of her marriage she had enjoyed giving her husband oral pleasure, and she had been well-practiced in that art. Of course, it had been years since she had done it, but like riding a bicycle it is a skill never forgotten once learnt. When he came in her mouth he said 'Drink me you bitch, fucking drink me,' and she complied, swallowing what he had emptied into her mouth.
Then he stepped back, put his tool away and adjusted his clothes. 'Thanks darling,' he said nonchalantly. 'That was great. Same again tomorrow?'
"Alright,' she said quietly and meekly, her whole body shivering with anticipation.
"See you round then darling,' he said and walked out, leaving her sitting on the floor. The swagger in his stride as he left told her everything that was going on in his mind. Tony was already sickeningly arrogant and cocksure, and the way she had given in to his insistent demands, and then begging him to give her orgasm, could only swell his ego to more monstrous proportions. The thought made her regret what she had done, making a bad man worse. And she had betrayed her husband, giving another man what she had promised was his alone.
Suddenly it struck her that she was sitting on the floor at work, almost naked with her legs open. Any one of her colleagues could walk in at any moment. Julia struggled hastily to her feet, all other thoughts banished from her mind. Her blouse hung from her arm. She quickly pushed the other arm into the other sleeve and tried to shrug it on, then realized that her bra was tangled around one arm. With hands that were still shaking she struggled to fasten the bra, and then do up the buttons of her blouse. When that was on, she found her panties and pulled them on, and then put on her skirt. She should look respectable again now.
She stepped toward the door, then paused. There was no mirror in the store-room, but Julia was sure that she must look like a woman who had just crept off somewhere quiet for a secretive screw. She touched her hair, sensing that it was in disorder. Then she straightened her clothes, hoping to get back to normal. There was something wrong as she ran her hands over herself. After a moment she realized what it was: all the buttons of her blouse were done up wrongly, each button in the hole for the one above it. She undid them all, carefully did them up as they should have been, and then tucked the blouse into her skirt. She went to the door, paused and took a deep breath. When she had steadied herself as much as possible, she opened the door, stepped out, and closed it as though nothing had happened. As calmly as possible, but with a quicker step than usual, Julia went to the toilets to fix her appearance. When she got there she went into one of the cubicles and sat down. She had some sort of panic attack then, breathing too quickly, her whole body shuddering. When it passed she left the cubicle. One of the secretaries was at a mirror, touching up her mascara.
"You alright?' asked the girl. 'You look a bit...'
"I had, uh--some kind of, of dizzy spell,' replied Julia.
The girl looked concerned, then suddenly smiled and put a hand on Julia's arm. 'Maybe you're pregnant,' she said, and giggled. Julia felt herself sway and clutched at the hand basin.
"Here, are you sure you're okay?' asked the secretary, in real concern now, dropping her mascara to put both hands on Julia's upper arms to steady her. 'Think maybe you ought to go home sick?'
"No--no, it's fine,' said Julia. 'I'm over it now.'
"Well--if you're sick you're sick, you know. Don't try and stick it out if you should be in bed.' She looked down, saw her precious cosmetics at her feet, and dropped to a squat with an annoyed sound. As she picked up what she had dropped she seemed to lose all interest in Julia. Thankful for that, Julia turned to the mirror and put her appearance straight.
As the day wore on, Julia's mind was whirling. Her body felt a way it had not felt in years--no, a way it had never felt before. What she had experienced today in the dimly lit store-room had been beyond anything she had ever known with her husband or the boyfriends who had come before him. She was not satiated--her appetite had simply been whetted. Julia needed more--she wanted more right now, but it was impossible. And in the days to come, she knew she needed it again, every day. How had she ever managed to go so long with sex? In the days before her marriage when she had first started with David, they had been at it every night. How could it have come to this--three years of nothing?
But the word 'pregnant' kept ringing in her mind. That was a terrible specter, a threat looming over her. What would she do if Tony had made her pregnant? Of course, the chances were against it, but it was not impossible. Julia was flustered and distracted, finding it impossible to concentrate. She attracted several more concerned comments about how she should go home, and eventually took the advice, claiming illness and leaving early. On the way home she bought a packed of condoms.
That evening she told David that she had left work early feeling ill. It would cover up any odd looks she might give him. That night she thought about trying sex with her husband again, trying to re-light the fire that had faded. But she couldn't conjure up much enthusiasm for him. Looking at David, trying to rekindle her old feelings for him, all she could think about was Tony, his brashness, his crude and forceful masculinity that took no prisoners and made no concession to political correctness. And more than anything she thought about the sensation of his touch on her skin, the feel of his rod in her as he filled her, the burning in her body as he treated her how a woman needs to be treated. No, she could not have sex with her husband tonight. Taking two different men in one day seemed deeply wrong--unholy, somehow. Besides, she had bunked off work sick. It wouldn't do to be enjoying herself after that. She went to bed early but hardly slept all night.
The next day Julia felt bad after not sleeping, but she went to work. Everyone told her that she should not have come to work, as she looked worse than the day before. She told them they were probably right. But she had to see Tony again.
The two of them kept exchanging furtive glances. Not long into the morning she disappeared in the direction of the store-room, and after a discrete length of time he followed. She got the condoms out and put them on the table.
"I can't get pregnant,' she said quietly. Tony just nodded. 'And we need to find a more comfortable position,' she went on. 'Yesterday was...' She searched for the right word.
"Why don't you come round my place this evening?' replied Tony. 'We can do it in a proper bed. Take our time.'
"But--I want to, Tony, but--I have a husband. What will I tell him?'
"Tell him he's a dickless wonder what can't satisfy you.'
"Okay, tell him--tell him you're gong out for a drink with your mates. Mates from work.'
"Uh--okay, I could try that,' she said. After a moment she noticed that she had said 'okay', a word she normally avoided as being too vulgar for her. She hoped she wasn't picking up Tony's habits of speech.
"But now I'm gonna do you against the wall. Get your clothes off.'
"No--Tony--someone might come in!'
"Alright, we'll make it quick then. Get your knickers off and bend over.' Julia complied quickly, pulling her panties down her slim legs and off. She looked around and saw a stack of boxes of printer paper at about the right height. In haste she half-ran across the room, lifted her skirt and bent over. She lay on top of the boxes and spread her legs. She heard him approaching slowly, and then his hands touched her rear. She felt the heat of his shaft as it brushed her inside leg, probing up to find its target.
"Condom,' she breathed hoarsely, little more than a whisper.
"Too late for that, bitch!' her grunted and started to pound wildly into her. This time she came first, excited by the danger of unprotected sex.
When it was time to leave work Julia phoned her husband's mobile and said she'd be late because she was having a drink with some workmates. He said that was fins and wished her a good time. Julia couldn't suppress a smile at that. She intended to have a good time.
They went to Tony's flat and they did it properly. This time he took her clothes off himself, slowly, lingering over her body. And this time he took his own clothes off, and she saw him naked for the first time. He touched her all over until she was hot with lust and begged him to fill her. Then they spent three wild hours doing it to each other like rabbits. She went to his place on Saturday as well, telling David that she was going shopping. This became a regular thing, Saturday nights at his place, with quick ones at work on the other days--always protected now when he went in her womanhood, though not in her mouth. But after a few weeks the fires began to fade in her. Her attraction to Tony disappeared and she was left only with her original revulsion for him. Eventually she told him it was over.
"Alright, darling,' he said with a cheery smile. 'Nice while it lasted. Plenty more fish in the sea.'