The Diary of a Whore

Monday 8.37 a.m.

My husband was up first on the Monday morning, as usual, and although I wasn't far behind him by the time I emerged from our bed, he was showered and dressed.

Sitting with him to have coffee before he left for work, I listened as he told me about the contract I had got Darius to sign on the Friday and what it meant for him and the company. He would be getting a substantial bonus and he was certain Roger would want to organise another celebration.

I knew, with a sinking feeling, that his boss's plans would almost certainly include me one way or another.

"When's your first appointment?" getting up from the table he asked me as he swallowed the remnants of his drink.

"At 11 o'clock with Robert Yates."

Taking a mouthful of coffee, I gazed up at him wondering, not for the first time, why he liked me being a whore.

"I'll try to think of you then, getting a good fucking from the horny doctor. If I'm not too busy that is." He grinned, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek.

"I doubt I'll be thinking of you." I smiled back at him, "I'll probably be a little preoccupied."

"Hopefully, if he's making you cum." Laughing Chris put on his jacket and headed towards the front door.

"Bye babe." He called back as he went out of the house.

"Bye..." I said quietly to the empty room.

Once he had gone and I heard his car drive away I finished what was in my cup and went to get myself ready for my 11 a.m. engagement.

I had nearly two hours before I was due at Robert Yates' offices so I took a leisurely shower before sitting down to follow my usual routine with my make-up.

Monday 9.05 a.m.

Doing my nails first, I sat down at my dressing table and removed the black nail varnish from the week-end then painted them in my more normal post box red.

After waiting for them to dry I brushed out my hair, leaving my blonde tresses loose and hanging around my shoulders.

Then turning my attention to my make-up, I glued on my false eyelashes making sure I put a thick layer of mascara on them. It was a bit over the top for normal daylight hours but I do like to emphasise my good points where I can.

My eyeshadow was next and I went for a normal mid-blue shade before finishing off with a light foundation and a red lip gloss.

I took my time dressing as well; rolling my usual black seamed stockings up my legs and attaching them to my black lace suspender belt, slipping on the matching bra and panties before selecting a skirt and top.

Not wanting to look to out of place I chose a dark grey skirt that came to a couple of inches above my knees. It was quite modest although it did have a slit in the front that exposed my thighs as I walked or sat.

A deep burgundy short-sleeved blouse and my black 3" strappy stiletto heels put the finishing touches on what I hoped was a slightly classy outfit.

Monday 10.11 a.m.

My final task was to pack the naughty nurse's outfit, that the randy doctor Yates had bought me some time ago, into my small holdall.

Then collecting my handbag and picking up my keys I stepped out of the house. Dropping the holdall on the back seat I slid into the driver's seat of my mini and set off for my 11 o'clock rendezvous.

Carefully reversing off the driveway I waved to Margaret from next door, smiling to myself as I tried to think what she would say if she knew where I was going and, more interestingly for some reason, what I would be doing.

My destination was across town and traffic was heavier than normal but, fortunately, I had given myself plenty of time and arrived at the surgery just before eleven.

Checking my appearance one last time in the vanity mirror I climbed, gracefully, out of the car before retrieving the holdall and walking across the road to the doctor's surgery.

Monday 10.58 a.m.

The front door to the doctor's office was unlocked and I hesitantly pushed it open hoping that there was no one else in the building.

"Good morning, Abigail. Right on time as always." Bob Yates greeted me warmly when I entered the waiting room, "Please lock the door behind you and come through. We don't want to be disturbed, do we?"

"Good morning doctor Yates. How are you?"

"Fine thanks." He responded somewhat abruptly then, without another word, he disappeared into his surgery ahead of me.

I didn't know his age but I guessed he was in his sixties. Balding with a grey beard, he stood about 5' 8", the same height as me, with a portly but not overly obese figure.

I did as he asked and, after securing the outer door, I followed him taking my holdall and immediately disappeared behind the screens to get changed. I'm not sure if his particular fetish was related to one person or just nurses in general but he, invariably, wanted me dressed up as one.

Occasionally he would get me to play a patient but most of the time it was a nurse, which was why he had bought me the sexy costume.

Unbuttoning my blouse, I draped it over the screen before removing my skirt. Then, leaving my underwear on, I wriggled into the skimpy uniform, reaching behind me to zip it up.

The outfit looked like it was straight out of an Ann Summers catalogue.

A very short, tight blue dress trimmed in white. As you would expect it came with a cap and a white apron with a red cross on the front of it.

"Good morning doctor." I emerged from behind the screen and immediately began to play my role as I strutted across the room wiggling my barely covered backside at him.

"Good morning nurse." Doctor Yates stood up and moved around his desk as I bent over the examination table in front of him and made it look as if I was doing something.

The skimpy uniform didn't cover my stockings when I was standing up so when I leant forwards it rode up to completely expose my knickers as well.

"You look very sexy today Abigail." His hand cupped my arse, squeezing my cheek for a moment, then slipped between my stockinged thighs.

"Oh, doctor. What are you doing?" I giggled as his fingers stoked along my cleft, teasing it through my panties.

"Nothing for you to worry about nurse." He whispered in my ear, his single digit pressing a little more firmly into me forcing the material between my labia so my outer lips bulged around the gusset of my knickers.

Without answering him I leant further forwards and dropped onto my elbows, straightening my legs and raising my arse invitingly as I spread my feet apart.

With me presenting myself so obligingly the doctor hooked my panties to the side and inserted a finger up into my wet crevice.

"Ohhhh.... Doctor!" I exclaimed softly going up onto my toes, "You're.... you're touching my pussy."

I wiggled my arse invitingly as I spoke not expecting an answer.

Bob Yates rarely spoke during our encounters other than to help start things moving.

Today was no exception and, as usual, he let me do all the talking as he continued to finger me, adding a second digit and stretching my tight hole wider still.

"Oooohhhhh... doctor... that.... feels.... so good!" wriggling around on his hand I could feel myself getting wetter as my clitoris began to pulse with arousal.

He withdrew his fingers from my cunt with a wet slurping sound, and that was my cue to turn around and drop onto my knees before him. Looking up almost innocently I ran my hands up his thighs and hurriedly began to unfasten his trousers.

Freeing his dick into my hand I closed my fingers around his girth feigning surprise as I whispered "Oh my god, Doctor Yates, your cock... it's so big!"

His aroma filled my nostrils. The mixed scent of urine, body odour and male musk was almost overpowering and simply added to my sense of arousal.

Starting to stroke along his five inches with my small soft hand I leaned closer and brushed my lips against his cockhead kissing the tip then lightly played my tongue across it.

"Hhhhhmmmmmm... uummmmmmm!" without taking my eyes from his I teased the mushroom shaped, circumcised crown, coating it with my spit.

He swallowed hard, watching me as my jaws widened and I slid my lips onto his solid erection, taking several inches of his manhood deep into my mouth.

Following his specific directions, I kept my eyes fixed on his face as my head started to bob steadily, my red lips caressing up and down along his hard shaft. Swallowing his prick my hand cupped and played with his hairy ball sac, rolling the delicate spheres with my fingers, then moving up to wrap around the base of his erection.

As I expected he didn't make a sound and I knew he wouldn't, not until he ejaculated into me.

"Nnngghhmmm... Mmmmhhmmmm... Uuunnnnnn!" I slobbered noisily on his prick, coating it with my saliva.

Sucking on it I could taste the stale piss along the shaft mingling with my spit as I took as much of it as I could fit into my mouth.

The doctor grabbed my hair and gave a hard thrust, pinning me in place with my lips forming an O around the base of his cock, my nose pressed against him.

Unable to breathe my face started to redden and when I began to gag on his dick he pulled out and stepped back. Gasping for air I looked up at him, silvery strands of saliva hanging from my lips onto his glistening length.

He didn't smile. Just stared down at me and waited.

Monday 11.29 a.m.

Wiping my lips on the back of my hand I slowly got to my feet staring submissively at him.

Not taking my eyes off his I hooked my fingers under the waistband my knickers and sliding them down my stockinged legs, stepped out of them.

Knowing exactly what doctor Yates wanted from me now, I lay back on his examination table. Hiking the nurse's dress up around my middle I spread my legs wide exposing my wet pink slit to him.

Bob Yates quickly shed his pants, kicking off his shoes before stepping out of his trousers, he moved towards me, his firm rod jutting out like an iron bar from his crotch.

His hands caressed up the inside of my thighs, stroking around the tops of my black stockings as he stared at my glistening slit.

"Oh yes... fuck me... please doctor, fuck me... I want you to fuck me!" I groaned as the 60-year-old climbed up onto the table.

There was no further foreplay and lowering his body between my stockinged thighs he positioned his cockhead at my entrance. Then he slowly and very deliberately pushed his hard cock into my dripping pussy, splitting me wide open.

"Oh fuck!" gasping, I drew my knees back as he sheathed his prick in my tight fuck hole.

His weight came down on to me and he began to fuck me, pumping his hard length into my cunt with long slow easy strokes.

Rhythmically his arse started to rise and fall between my legs while my fingers dug into his shoulders as he rode me, my knees back with my feet waving in mid-air.

"Yes, yes... oh god yes... fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!" My cries started to get louder as Bob Yates gradually increased his pace driving his length remorselessly into my body.

All the while the only sound he made was the rasp of his warm breath against my cheek as he drove his shaft between my puffy labia. The pink fleshy lips clinging to his girth, cushioning every thrust he made, caressing his flesh and making the fuck even more pleasurable for him.

Again and again, he ploughed his rod into me, the only sounds the slap of flesh-on-flesh mixing with our breathless gasps.

The sensations were starting to grow in my belly and I threw my legs out wide in response, my feet high in the air, giving the doctor completely unobstructed access to my sex.

"Unhhh... fuck... aaahhh.... Yes, yes... don't... stop.... I'm... almost... there!" if there had been anyone in the waiting room my squeals would have made it very clear what was happening in the surgery.

The good doctor was now pistoning into me harder than ever, his shaft splitting my vagina wide open, my pussy cream oozing out around the base of his erection, as he sought his release.

"Oh god... oh Abigail... oh fuck... I'm gonna cum in... you!" he finally groaned and uttered his first words since he had started fucking me as he buried his cock in my dripping slit and ejaculated.

Jerking wildly with his prick spasming inside me, he buried his face against my neck and grunted as he pumped a copious load of sperm into my belly.

"Oh fuck... fuck... yes, yes... I'm... I'm cummmmiiinnggggggggggg!" I screamed and let myself go as my orgasm roared through me making me convulse virtually uncontrollably under him.

My legs wrapped around his and my vaginal muscles contracted on his manhood, gripping it, trying to hold it in me as the ripples of my climax slowly ebbed away.

Monday 11.50 a.m.

Slowly the doctor eased himself up off me, once he had got his breath back, and got off the table to retrieve his clothes as I slowly sat up. My hand going straight between my legs to catch the cum already beginning to dribble out of my gaping quim.

Jumping up I grabbed a handful of paper towels, trying to mop up as much of his semen as I could. I had two more appointments later that day and I didn't have any spare knickers with me.

"I think that's the most you've ever cum in me." I informed him casually, throwing the sticky tissues into the bin before picking up my knickers and going to get changed back into my street clothes.

He smiled as I disappeared from sight "I've been saving it all up for you."

A few minutes later I re-appeared from behind the screen, my blouse and skirt back on, looking perfectly normal as I picked up the handful of notes on the desk.

"That was simply wonderful Abigail. You really are a delightful young woman." Doctor Yates complimented me.

"Thank you," I smiled, "Same time next week?"

"I'll text you. It may have to be Wednesday evening if that's ok? I have a few appointments myself."

I nodded "Ok."

It was becoming clear to me that I was almost certainly going to have to expand the hours I was available to my clients.

"I don't normally do evenings but I'm sure it won't be a problem. Just let me know."

With that I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and let myself out of his office to go back to my car.

Monday 12.05 p.m.

My next appointment wasn't until 2 o'clock, almost a full two hours away so I decided to have my lunch out and found a pleasant little café that was just a five-minute drive away for a coffee and a sandwich.

Sitting alone, once I had my purchased my lunch, I took out my phone and checked my messages. I only had two.

'Hi, this is Paul just

confirming our appointment

tomorrow at 11 o'clock

.'

The first was from Paul Robertson, the new head of the local high school.

I quickly replied confirming that I would be there at the agreed time.

The other was from someone I didn't know, an Edward D'Angello.

'Hi, my name is Edward D'Angello

I'm a friend of William's. He said you

might be available to meet me

tomorrow at the Airport hotel.

Say around 3 in the bar.'

William was the man I had met at the Airport hotel on the previous Friday afternoon. I remembered him saying he would want to see me again but he had said nothing about referring me to other people.

Not that I particularly objected. It had been how a lot of my customers had come to me. It was just I would have liked to know he was going to share my number around.

For a minute I considered saying no but, in the end, I relented and sent a brief message back to him confirming that I was available and could make the appointment that he wanted.

If I changed my mind I could always decline and walk away if I didn't feel comfortable.

With two appointments for tomorrow sorted I put business out of my mind for the next hour as I sat and enjoyed my cappuccino and the prawn sandwich I had bought.

Monday 12.59 p.m.

Taking my time, I finished my lunch before I made my way back to my car, stopping briefly outside a shop. There was a skater style skirt on display in the window and on impulse I went inside.

The skirt was primarily black with a pattern of dark red flowers on it and finding one in my size I tried it on.

It was short, possibly a little to short to wear with stockings and I would have to be careful wearing it. The thin material of the skirt flared out and would expose my stocking tops if I turned around to quickly or bent over to far but I had to have it.

Keeping it on I paid at the till and left the shop, grateful that it wasn't a particularly windy day.

From the café it was a 45-minute drive back across town through light traffic to the empty property where I had arranged to meet my next client, Kenneth Andrews.

He was the estate agent Chris and I had used when buying our house and had been a customer of mine for a little over a year. Just like the majority of my regulars Ken had his own particular fetish, he liked to fuck me in other people's houses.

Monday 1.52 p.m.

He was already there, standing by his car waiting for me, when I pulled up outside the address that he had given me.

I was intrigued to see it was shiny new town house on a recently built estate on the edge of town. I had been wanting to look inside one of the new homes for quite a while and now I had the perfect opportunity.

"Hello Abi." He came across and greeted me as I slid out of my car giving him a tantalising glimpse of my stocking tops.

Ken was in his mid-forties, younger than most of my regulars. Short and stocky his Scottish accent, along with his auburn hair, gave him a distinct air of the Celtic about him.

"Wow," he continued in his normal brusque manner, "You look... err... great."

"Thanks." I gave him a broad smile as I stood up and smoothed down my skirt, "How are you, Ken?"

"I'm fine thanks." He answered in his soft Scottish brogue, "The vendors are both at work and we have the place to ourselves, so we won't be disturbed."

He always made a point of telling me where the vendors were, ever since the time, early on in our 'arrangement', that we had almost been caught.

We had met at a house he had taken on and had been upstairs in the bedroom. Both of us were naked, with me bent over the bed while he fucked me, when a car had pulled up outside on the driveway. Hearing the doors slam Ken had looked out of the window to see the owners getting several bags out of the boot of their car.

"Shit, they're back early." He had shouted pulling his cock out of me and grabbing his clothes.

The next couple of minutes had been spent with the pair of us frantically dragging our discarded garments back on and trying to make ourselves a little presentable.

I'm not sure how successful we were as the wife definitely looked at us suspiciously when Ken introduced me as a potential buyer. Possibly because I hadn't done up my blouse properly and, as we discovered later, Ken's flies were undone.

Glancing at the property as we walked up the path, I could see it was a modern three-bedroom town house, very similar to my own.

Ken, as the selling agent, obviously had the keys and opened the door to let me go in first, "The main bedroom is upstairs on the right."

"Ok two seconds. Let me have a quick look round."

I hadn't come to view the property but I did, cheekily, take two minutes to browse around the downstairs.

Then satisfied I took the stairs with him just behind me.

"You know you have a gorgeous arse Abigail?" He told me as he followed me closely.

"So I've been told." Wiggling it invitingly I giggled, continuing up the staircase ahead of him.

Monday 2.05 p.m.