Emerging Whores Ch 01

EMERGING WHORES

INTERVIEWS

CARROL

Okay, for the audience, this is Charley. Our office received a request from a fifty-seven-year-old housewife who has been married for thirty-one years in Oklahoma to experience all there is to experience in life before it is too late. We decided to pursue this mysterious request and, if necessary, provide a solution for the hapless wife. We were surprised to see a beautiful five-foot, one-inch brunette enter our office in conservative clothing, including a knee-length black pleated skirt, a black button-down-the-front top, and a denim, waist-length coat that hid her dimensions. Her black hair was pulled back in a braided pigtail, and she wore minimum makeup. She gladly accepted when we offered a chair in the center of the room. We informed her we would be recording the interview, and she grinned. This is her interview.

"Are you comfortable, Carrol?"

"Oh, yes. I am here for a purpose, and I expected this. I hope you will be recording all my activities. I don't want to hide anymore. Oklahoma has the image of being extremely conservative while hiding what is really going on. I want to blow the lid off everything."

"So, that eliminates the follow-up question of why you contacted us. Let's go to the next question."

"Okay," Carrol replied, visibly trembling with enthusiasm.

"Have you ever cheated on your husband before?"

"No. I won't be cheating on him. He will know what I am doing and be actively involved."

"Oh? I hadn't heard about that. So, does he know you are here?"

"No. Not yet. This is just an interview. If you guys accept my proposal, then I will let him know."

I was a little perplexed by this answer. "So, you want us to accept your participation without your husband's knowledge before informing him that you are under contract with us to perform sex acts for distribution on the Net?"

"No. I had not thought that through, I guess. I am trying to say that I am here to decide whether or not I want to do this. If I do, I will have Calvin contact you and review the contract with him. He needs to know what I will be doing. I want him to sign the contract along with me. Sort of give me permission to pursue being a whore, legally, I mean. A husband should do that, don't you think?"

"I see. Then you want us to interview Calvin? Is that it?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Next question. What are your limitations?"

"Are you talking about what kinds of sex I won't do?"

"Yes."

"I have watched some porn. All I get at home is fucking. I want it all."

"I think you are saying you want to explore oral and anal, two things you have not experienced so far."

"Yes, Sir."

"How about ladies?"

Carrol laughs. "Yeah, sure, why not?"

"Okay, Carrol. The final question. How much time do you have to commit to this program?"

Carrol twisted in the chair. Finally, she looked directly into the camera. "As long as it takes. I will do anything. I want it to go on forever if that is possible. I am tired of traditional values where women are limited to sex that may deliver a child. I want to learn it all; then I want to use it for the rest of my life. Conservative men in Oklahoma all act the same way. They limit their wives sex lives to fucking while taking some other girl on the side for the other things, the fun things." She laughed. "And many times, it is the wives of other men that husbands use to get their thrills by having them blow them in a parking lot or even in the driveway of their home. It's not fair, and I am pointing that out. Besides, I am really hungry for dick. Any dick. I will not turn anyone down. That thirst is getting overwhelming. So, what is your harshest program? I want it."

I had to stop and consider what she was saying. "You want to commit to our twelve-week program? It is pretty rough. You will be busy day and night."

"So far, it sounds good, as far as the time frame is concerned. What is involved?"

"Okay, our most rugged program begins with a week of blow jobs."

Carrol smiles. "Great."

"You do not understand. On your first day, you blow nine guys into submission. They signal their defeat by presenting you with a signed one-dollar bill with an attached photo of themselves." By submission, I mean you blow them until they can't get it up anymore. Understand?"

Carrol is beaming. "You mean I am not limited to just nine suck jobs on the first day, I get to suck until nine guys cannot go anymore. Now that is interesting."

"Uh, yes. Then you take the dollar bills to your home and staple them to the wall, using them as wallpaper."

Carrol jumped out of her chair. "Wow. That way, Calvin and I can look at the wall and see how many times I have cheated. I think that is awesome."

"That is only the first day of the week. Remember, there are six more days. On the first day, you suck off nine guys because it is the first day, meaning the required number of completely satisfied cocks is one times nine. On the second day, the number is two times nine, or eighteen. On the third day, the number is three times nine, or twenty-seven. That means that on the seventh day of the week, you completely satisfy nine times seven cocks. That comes to sixty-three on the seventh day. In total, you must exhaust 252 guys with your mouth during the week.

"Bear in mind that this is merely the minimum number of men to satisfy during the first week orally. As a control, we require you to visit a specific address every midnight to suck one cock a single time. You are blindfolded, cuffed, and collared while led by a leash to the front porch of the same three residences to suck off the same guy each night. It is our way of gauging how much you are improving in technique, presentation, and enthusiasm."

Carrol sat back down in her chair. She thought for a while, then smiled, "So I am limited to these designated cocks?"

"No. If you have the time and energy, you can service others as well."

Carrol's eyes rolled back in her head. "Sounds like a wet dream to me," she replied. Then she glared at the camera. "That's fine for the first week. What do I do the second week?"

The interviewer handed Carrol a paper. "Here is a list of your duties, separated week by week."

"Hmmm," said Carrol. "Fucking, anal, spit-roast, Double Penetration, Triple Penetration. Okay. And it says that fucking starts with three fucks on the first day and ends with twenty-one on the last day for a total of eighty-six guys to satisfy on the second week. Oh, and for the third week, too. Is there anything special I should know about those weeks?"

"Yes, there is a little twist on those weeks. You are required to fuck to get the first two loads from the guys; after that, you can either fuck them or blow them until they hand you the signed bills."

Carrol's face lit up. "Now that sounds interesting. Does that formula change when I am taking on multiple guys, like during the spit-roasts and so on?"

"Yes, there are more twists as we move along. For instance, you complete three on the first day during the spit-roast week. Because two men are using you with each spit roast, that comes to six cocks on the first day and forty-two cocks on the seventh day for a total of 142 cocks to satisfy during the week. The same applies to the Double Penetration week.

"When we get to week six, you will be taking three cocks at once, three times on the first day and twenty-one times on the seventh day. Altogether, that comes to 252 satisfied cocks that week."

Carrol peered at the interviewer. "Do you know of any girls who have handled all these cocks before?"

"Oh, sure. There are plenty of them. There are two at various stages of the program right now. One is in week three, and the other is in week six. We try to space them out in three-week intervals to ensure that everyone is tested and available before the next entrant. We want everything to be clean and healthy."

"I appreciate that. Well, that takes us through six weeks; you said it is a twelve-week program."

"Yes. After the sixth week, you are certified as a proper shore. We will send you out on nightly projects to parties, shows, and other events. Everything is organized behind the scenes. You service everyone. Of course, you are escorted for your protection."

"And the women part?"

"Those are snuck in at various program parts when they are available. Your first indication that they are there is when you are required to suck the cum out of their pussies. Sometimes, they will suck yours. All the girls get involved in this. Indeed, there will be times when you will enter the girl following you through the program or in other programs. We have several routes to whoredom, but you requested the most strenuous. This is it."

Carrol grinned. "You know, I am so hot right now. I could fuck you on this cement floor and not care a bit about my backside or my knees, depending on what position you want me to take."

"That's not a requirement. So, do you agree?"

"Hell, yes. When can I start.?"

"Just hold on, Carrol. You indicated that we should interview your husband first. Because you raised that issue, we will need to do just that. Give us his contact information, and we will set something up."

"Okay, but give me until tomorrow morning to talk to him first. He would not know what you were talking about. Let's have you call at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. If he won't consider it, he will say 'no.' If he wants to keep a happy wife, which I think he does, then he will want all the particulars of his involvement. I think he will want to talk about other things as well. I don't know what those would be, but Calvin is a thinker. You will see."

CALVIN

Calvin sat in the interview chamber, growling, "Okay. I am here. Let's talk."

"What's your problem, Calvin?"

Calvin sighs. "What's my problem? I am fifty-eight, have a successful business, bring in a seven-digit income, have three daughters, the youngest of which I just married off giving us an empty nest in which we can finally play anywhere we wish, and my wife of thirty-seven years--Carrol--informs me that she wants to become a whore. What's the problem? It seems that I am suddenly not good enough in bed for her."

The interviewer coughed and said, "I understand the conundrum, Calvin. We get that all the time here. Sometimes, some counseling works to dull middle-aged women's urges. But that only works about ten percent of the time and is very costly. Consider Carrol's current needs to be a form of a middle-aged crisis so often exhibited by men."

"What? Carrol is a normal woman. Now, suddenly she wants to do all those things that scripture says not to do."

"Yes, I know it can be overwhelming. But the strictures of religious dogma can be suffocating over time. Evidently, that is what is happening with Carrol. She appears to feel stifled."

Calvin sighed. "Yeah, I get that. She said something about spreading her wings. I just cannot get it through my head that spreading her wings means spreading her legs."

The interviewer chuckled. "I have never heard it put that way before. But it is a nice image. Especially with a wife like Carrol, who has maintained her youthful appearance. Do you think there might be a connection there? I mean, with her urge to explore life renewed? It seems she feels she has experienced the life of a dutiful wife and mother and now wants to explore things outside society's restrictions on the roles of a female spouse. You know, that of a loyal wife who is bound to one guy, a homemaker who maintains the cleanliness of the environment, and the lover who follows the lead of the husband. During her interview, I got the vibe that she wants to leave those roles behind or at least delve into roles outside them. We get that from women all the time. Of course, most of the participants in her chosen program are not the beauties that Carrol is. You have quite a beauty there. If you approve her program choice, she will be quite popular and generate a lot of wealth."

Humph, I imagine so. One thing about Carrol, she holds nothing in reserve in the bedroom."

"How often do you two have sex?"

Calvin sat up straight. "Not that it is any of your business, but we fuck about four times a week."

"What do you do in bed?"

"What do you mean? I just told you we fuck."

"That's it? You fuck? There is no foreplay like sucking or fondling?"

"Sucking? NO. Fondling? Yes."

"So it is the same every time?"

"Sure, What's wrong with perfection?"

"Carrol indicated that she wanted more variety in her sex life."

Calvin bent his head. "Yes, she told me that last night."

"What are you thinking, Calvin? Do you want Carrol to experience more in her life?"

Calvin sighed. "Yes, I do."

"Did you look at her proposed contract?"

Calvin whispered, "Yes."

"Is there anything in that contract you want to deny her?"

Calvin sat silent for a while. Finally, he raised his eyes to the interviewer and said, "No. I want Carrol to experience everything she can in our time on this world. I had thought that I had offered that to her. She never complained about our sex life. So, this comes as a shock."

The interviewer hesitated. "You are saying you approve of her choice?"

"Yes, but with certain conditions that I do not want her to know about."

The interviewer sat back in his chair. "What conditions?"

Calvin snorted. "I want you guys to force more on her. I want her to do more than the minimum requirements. If Carrol has this need, I want you to satisfy it and more. I want you to stuff her with sexual experiences. I want you to give her an overdose of dick. No pain. No scars or beatings. Just continuous sex. I want you to fill the void that I am evidently leaving in her. Stuff her full, then stuff her some more. I want Carrol to have her thrills and experience an overfilling, like an overflowing gas tank on a car. Give her so much that she loses the taste, the need, to explore beyond what the program offers."

"I am not sure what you mean by that."

"I mean for you not to hesitate to give her more when she has had enough. When she says she is full, keep going. Show her what this exploration means. Overdose her on sex."

"I think I get the idea. We will do that for you. Anything else?"

"Yes. I want you guys to not only film her, but to maintain contact with me when you do. I want to watch every move she makes along the way. I want you to include our daughters as well."

"Your daughters?"

"Yes, I want them to watch their mother be humiliated. I want them to see what she is becoming."

"We will need to interview them for that."

"I know. I already informed them of what their mother wants to do. They agree with me."

"Do you mind if we talk to them?"

"Please do."

PATRICIA, EBONY, and AMBER

Three ladies sat on a couch in Patricia's home. Patricia, a long-legged brunette; Ebony, an extremely beautiful redhead; and Amber, one of the most attractive blondes the interviewer had ever seen, stared at the man seated in a cushioned chair before them.

The interviewer cleared his throat. "As you three beauties can see, we are filming this interview just like we did for you mother and father. Calvin permitted us to interview you three to get your opinions on what Carrol wants to do."

Patricia's face screwed up. "Our opinions? I don't know what Ebony and Amber are thinking, but I believe my mother's intentions are gross. But, at the same time, I cannot deny the woman who birthed me an opportunity to explore the life she surrendered while raising us. It seems she had wanted his for a long time, even before she and Dad married."

"Yeah," agreed Amber. "If mom wants to do these things, we will not stand in her way."

"I agree, and more," said Ebony. "I want to be involved with more than just watching."

Patricia and Amber turned to look at Ebony, their stares silently questioning her meaning.

Ebony looked back at her sisters. "What?"

The interviewer cleared his throat. "Well, girls, I think Ebony is encouraging more than a passive approach to your mother's involvement in our program. Aren't you, Ebony?"

Ebony nodded. "Yes, I think we should encourage Mom. We should talk to her every day, let her know she is doing well. Help her to get through this. I mean, we would do just that if she was in a car accident and had broken legs lying in a hospital bed with little hope of ever walking again. Wouldn't we?"

Patricia snorted. "I don't think this is anything like that."

"Why not?" Ebony asked. "Think of it as a condition. Mom is horny beyond reason. If we do not support her through this, then she will fail, and then, later, she will try again, maybe without any security around her, as this program provides. That would be a dangerous way to go. And, because we know she has this need, we would have to be always on the alert, watching to ensure she is shopping when she says she is. Or that she is in church, the gym, or anything else she says she is doing. We should not only let her do this, but we should hurry her along and ensure she enjoys the experience as much as possible."

Amber and Patrica sat silently thinking about what Ebony had said.

The interviewer asked another question. "Ebony, you said you girls should be more involved. What did you mean by that?"

Ebony sighed. "I think we should provide more than support; we should be involved somehow."

Patrica and Amber sat up, their backs straight as arrows. "What?" they said in tandem.

Ebony retreated a bit, then raised her eyes to the interviewer. "I saw that part in the contract where mom will be blindfolded, cuffed, and led by a collar and leash to the same three addresses beginning at midnight every night. She will be performing on the front porch of each residence. I think those should be our houses. I think Mom should be forced to use her son-in-law without her knowing who is using her. She should be required to say something like, "My name is Carrol. I live at 555 Fifth Street. I am here to do what I am doing this week--whatever that may be. She should say she is available to the guy or guys, depending on what she is doing that week, at any time, to do what she is doing that week or any previous week. Then she gives them her phone number and begs them to call."

Patricia and Amber were silent. Then Amber laughed. "We would have to be quiet, not letting Mom know that she is sucking my Fred, or Patricia's Alan, or Ebony's Craig. I know Fred would love to do this. He has told me many times that he thinks Mom is hot. I know he would love to fuck her. The thought of that makes me wet. I love it when he talks to me like I am Mom and Fred plunges into me. In fact, I want to do this. What about you, Patricia? Do you think Ala would go for it?"

"Oh, yeah," Patricia agreed. "But if we are going to do that, then I think we should do more."

"Like?" asked Amber.

"Well, if these guys agree, then we should enter the program as well. You know, follow Mom all the way through to the end. They told Mom that they find another girl every three weeks to enter the program. I think the next three openings should be filled by us."

"What," asked Ebony.

"Patricia smiled. "You talk a big game but refuse at the end, just like always."

Ebony stared at Patricia. "Okay, I will do it too."

"And me," agreed Amber.

The three girls looked at the interviewer. He held up his hands and said, "Sounds good to me. We need to see a commitment."

"We just said we are willing," said Patricia. "Isn't that enough?"

"No. You must sign the contract and have your husbands sign it, too."

The three girls looked at each other. "Done and done," shouted Amber.

"Think about it," said the interviewer. "Have you read the entire program?"

"Of course," replied Ebony, giggling as she turned to the camera. She stared into the lens. "I will do it all and more."