It has been about one year since I realized that I have a serious addiction to gambling. It started so innocently, with the occasional trip to the casino with my husband, Jim. Before long I was slipping out through the day while Jim was at work, occasionally winning but mostly loosing. Jim started to notice the money missing from our saving account and confronted me, we had a big fight over it but I finally admitted everything and promised to break the habit immediately. I did well for quite a while but eventually slipped back into my old ways. I had won a thousand dollars and this allowed me to continue without my husband finding out. It didn't take long for my winnings to be gone and I found myself with four hundred dollars missing from our rent money and it was due in three days. I could not tell Jim, he would be furious so I gathered up some jewellery and headed to the pawn shop in a nearby town.
The man in the pawn shop was a huge, fat man, unshaven and with cigar smelling breath. He examined my jewellery and offered me three hundred dollars for everything. I told him that I needed four hundred and he laughed, saying that three hundred was a generous offer and I would not get any more. He handed me the money. I stood there with my eyes starting to fill with tears. It was at that moment that he told me that I could make another fifty dollars by going into the back room with him. I stormed out of the shop in disgust, as I reached the door he told me to come back if I ever change my mind.
All the way home I was disgusted with the gross man's proposal but began to realise that desperate times call for desperate measures. That evening, while I sat with my husband, the reality of what I was about to do was making me feel sick. I tossed and turned all night, thinking about that disgusting man.
The next morning as soon as Jim left for work I headed to the pawn shop. The owner chuckled as I entered and commented that he knew I would be back. He placed the closed sign on the door and led me into a back room, it was cluttered and dirty with a cot in one corner. He instructed me to undress and lay down. I tried to avoid contact with his eyes as I stripped off my clothes and my pride. He pulled me close to him and kissed me while fondling my bare breasts. His tongue felt awful in my mouth and his breath tasted of stale cigars. He moved me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me, fortunately he did not get undressed. His weight was overwhelming as his body fat moulded itself around me, pinning me to the mattress. He had put on a condom while I was undressing and wasted no time getting down to business.
His cock was smaller than I had imagined it would be. He pounded it in and out of me at a steady pace until I felt him tense up as he came in the condom. Thank God it hadn't lasted too long but he did not lift his weight off of me instead he just lay there, sweating. After a few minutes he began slowly pumping and I could feel his cock swelling inside of me. This time he fucked me at a more relaxed pace and for much longer, exploring my body with his hands and kissing my face. When he was finished he climbed off of me, removed his condom, used my blouse to dry his cock handed me my fifty dollars then left the room. I suggested that since he fucked me twice it should be one hundred dollars. He laughed and told me that if I wanted the other fifty to come back tomorrow morning.
I got dressed and hurried out of the pawn shop without even looking at him, knowing all too well that I would be doing this again tomorrow. I drove home pondering the event of this morning. It's not like I was not used to fucking strangers, in high school and college I had done more than my share of sleeping around but this was the first time that I had done it for money. I was home and about to get undressed for a shower when I noticed traces of his cum all over the front of my blouse, glad I didn't stop at the store on the way home.
That evening I kept reliving today's events in my mind and subconsciously avoided Jim as much as possible. I felt like I had the word "whore" tattooed on my forehead and if I looked at him he would know what I had done.
The next morning I got up with my husband, as soon as he left for work I got dressed and head back to the pawn shop. Things went much the same as yesterday except that this time when he was finished fucking me he sat and talked for a while. I learned that his name was Ray and that this had been his family's business for three generations. I laid there naked as we chatted, there was no need to hide my nudity, Ray had seen and touched every inch of my body. Ray gently stroked my inner thighs as his hand worked it's way slowly up towards my still moist cunt. My body trembled slightly as he gently flicked my swollen clitoris, his fingers spreading the lips of my pussy as he slid two fingers deep inside of me. I squirmed and let out a small moan as he began to fuck me with his fingers. As unattractive as he is he was still hitting all the right spots and really making me horny, I could feel an orgasm building deep within me. Within minutes he had me humping and grinding his finger until I couldn't hold back any longer. My juices were flowing freely over his hand as I reached the apex of my climax. I slumped onto the bed as my orgasm subsided. Ray continued to talk to me all the while.
He proposed that we form a partnership instead of me doing this when I was desperate he suggested that I do it for extra hidden money instead of build up dept. He said that he knew many men that would be glad to pay me for sex and that I could use his back room. He would clean it up and get a better bed and arrange the appointments, all I had to do was have sex with them. At first I resisted but eventually realised that it did make sense to me. We agreed that I would charge seventy five dollars, fifty for me and twenty five for him. He would also manage the security to keep any dangerous men away. While I got dressed Ray asked me to call him and let him know when I would be available.
My drive home was both exciting and frightening, what if Jim ever found out what I was about to do or what I had already done. Once at home I had a warm bath to relax my nerves and try to remove the dirty feeling that I had for myself. That night I made love to Jim with a renewed passion which I had not felt for many years, I just could get enough of him.
My first day as a prostitute arrived very soon. When I arrived at the pawn shop there were two men in the store, they stopped browsing and stared at me as I entered, then I saw one of them smile at Ray. I made my way to the back room, Ray had cleaned it up and there was a large new bed where the cot had been. I removed my dress and sat on the bed in my bra and panties, awaiting my first customer. The man who had smiled at Ray soon entered, stopping and giving an approving smile as his eyes scanned my almost naked body. As he approached the bed I told him that it would be seventy five dollars and he must wear a condom. He agreed, paid me and began to undress. Once naked he approached the bed, lifted me up, quickly removing my bra and letting it fall to the floor. With one tit in his hand and the other one in his mouth, his free hand pulled down my panties and began exploring my moist pussy. After a few minutes of foreplay he push me back onto the bed, climbed on top, put on a condom and slowly began to insert his hard long cock deep inside of me. He groped my body while he prodded my cunt with his big cock and before long tensed up, he was about to cum. I caressed his balls as they unloaded his juices into the condom. After a few moments of heavy breathing he climbed off of me, removed and dropped the condom, got dressed and exited the room. Within a couple of minutes the next man entered, it was pretty much the same all morning and into the afternoon. By the time I was finished I had been with ten different men and had made five hundred dollars for myself and two hundred and fifty for Ray. I was sore but satisfied with my new income as I hurried home.
My visits to the pawn shop got to be pretty routine, between my job and being a housewife I was kept pretty busy but still managed to find time for my gambling. I was quite confident that Jim knew nothing of my adulterous ways and everything seemed to be going along quite well until that Friday.
I had become so complacent in my work that the men seemed like faceless creatures, all the same, I didn't even look up when they entered the back room. It was a Friday, early afternoon and I knew that I would have at least a couple more clients for today. The door opened and he entered and paused just inside the closed door. After a few seconds I looked up and my heart dropped. There stood Dave, one of my husband's best friends.
Dave just stood there, staring at my naked body, I had known him for many years but he was Jim's friend not mine, I didn't like the way that he always looked like he was undressing me every time he looked at me, I guess there is no sense worrying about that any more. I made a futile attempt to cover my breasts and pussy but it was all in vain. Dave approached the bed still with the stupid smile on his face. I was begging him not to tell Jim and he said that we might be able to work out something.