Kawakami Sadayo sat at her recently cleaned work desk at home with her head in her hands and a weary look on her face. She had just gotten done grading papers from her class's latest test and boy was she tired. Still, considering that most of the grades she gave were pretty substantial, she wasn't too heartbroken. Her students were certainly dedicated, if they wanted to be. But her feelings of pride for her class were watered down when she realized that it was the weekend, and that meant she had time to do her other "job".
Sadayo's cheeks turned red as she glanced over at the maid costume handing on the back of her bedroom door, just sitting there as if mocking her. That pretty little uniform was a symbol of the lewd and sinful life she had outside the classroom. A sign of her past mistakes, her attempts to make up for them, and her current predicament.
For the past year, Sadayo had been working a side job as a "health delivery" maid. It sounded simple and innocent enough, if you ignored the signs of hidden prostitution that came with the title. They were women who dressed up pretty, went to people's houses and did all kinds of work for them. That included additional services that weren't officially on the menu, namely sex. When she first started out as a maid, she was told by her manager that the business largely depended on how far the girl wanted things to go. The more morally flexible you are, the more you stand to gain.
And Sadayo was willing to go pretty far in order to make it up to the parents of the boy she once tutored. They were relentless in extorting money from her and she was forced to take up work as a maid in order to make up the money. It wasn't too hard, since she still had her looks despite her age and worked her "Becky" persona off without a hitch. It was tough work, cleaning and acting bright and cheery all the damn time, not to mention having to spend long hours on her knees with some stranger's cock down her throat was more than just exhausting. Still, knowing how she had a role in her student's car accident pushed her onward, to at least make it up to the boy's memory. It was worth listening to the Takases harping like rabid vultures around her.
She wasn't planning on going all the way and becoming a prostitute, it just...happened. It started when a customer who paid her for a blowjob got too crazy in the throes of lust and forcefully bent her over his kitchen counter before pushing up her skirt and shoved his cock into her from behind. He didn't stop until he pumped his entire load into her, and she couldn't do anything but stand there and take it. Afterwards, she needed to take a small break to deal with the fact that she unwillingly went all the way with a client on the job. It was practically rape, despite the hefty tip she got for it, but what really disturbed her was how much she liked it. The thrill of sex alone got her going, and before she knew it, she was back on the job riding another client's cock. Suddenly she was doing it again and again and again...until she had even garnered her own fanbase!
"I'm a horrible woman." Sadayo groaned, putting her head down on her arms. "A teacher who moonlights as a sex worker addicted to sex. Sounds like some stupid hentai plot."
'But it's the truth.' She told herself in her mind. 'I just can't get enough of it. Being lusted after by men I wouldn't have even looked at every day at work. Sitting on my knees sucking them off...having their cocks forced into me so roughly...'
Sadayo whined a bit when she realized that her left hand was creeping up her skirt as her mind wandered. Here she was, just about to finger herself while thinking about her job as a part-time whore. What was her life coming to?
She glared at the maid uniform sitting within her eyesight and hissed at it, "I blame you."
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"Thank you for choosing me, sir!"
That usually greeting was delivered with a bright and cheery tone so full of energy it could make glass shatter. The woman who said it with such enthusiasm was completely different from the put upon teacher who lamented her money woes. This sexy woman was clad in a short and revealing maid outfit with her hair put up in pigtails and wore just enough make up to enhance her features.
This was Becky, the other side to Sadayo Kawakami that she both relished and hated. When she wore this persona, she was a totally different person, someone with less inhibitions. Less morals. As Becky, Sadayo was just a prettily dressed up whore who could just let go and have her brains fucked out for money, even if it was only for a moment.
The teacher turned whore was sitting on her knees before a salarayman who heard of her reputation and ordered her off the menu. She didn't know his name, and she didn't particularly care, for she was more concerned with the thick cock near her face.
Sadayo smiled up at him playfully as she pulled the top of her dress down to bare her plump tits to his lustful glare and wrapped them around his cock. Placing a hand on each orb she worked them up and down as she alternated between staring up into his lust laden eyes and down with interest at his cock. The mushroom shaped tip was the only part that remained above the top of her cleavage as the rest of it was absorbed in the soft welcoming flesh of her chest.
"How are my tits, master? Are as soft as you imagined them to be?" Sadayo cooed.
"Oh god, yes. You're such a lewd girl, teasing me with that body of yours." He said, grunting and groaning with exertion now, even though for his part he was mostly just sitting still.
"I'm just doing my part for my master!" She smiled, redoubling her efforts, working his shaft over, much to his delight.
"Shit, I'm about to blow." His eyes rolled back a moment as he staved off from cumming purely by force of will alone. "I'll double your tip if you let me finish in your mouth. Please, I can't hold on much longer!"
