Culdesac Elly Next-Door Whore

CHAPTER SEVEN-STREET PARTY! THE LAST BIG BLOW-OUT!

Kelly was in rare form today. Partly due to the fact she was going to make a lot of money with a minimum of effort. And partly due to the fact that she was a born whore.

That wasn't an insult. She actually was a professional sex worker. But a fellow doesn't want to say that big ole' clunky phrase all the time, unless you're a Vulcan. And I'm not. I'm Kelly's friend John, who sets her up with dates in the deserted house on our cul-de-shit in the suburban town of San Whogivesafuck. Dates for fucking, yes, and so yes, I am a pimp. But only for Kelly. Well, and Wendy, but Wendy's more of a slut that a whore. The difference? Heart and ass, baby, heart and ass.

Right now Kelly is in our empty house with Mr. Koenig, one of our neighbors on the block. He has her in the back bedroom, up against a wall like she's getting arrested. He's holding onto her slender 19-year old ass and fucking her pussy with all his might. Kelly is dressed up in her 'Mandy' gear; long curly red wig, red bra with a matching garter and hose, and an obscene amount of eye makeup and lipstick. With all that get-up, Mr. Koenig had no idea he was shoving his dick into the person that grew up just down the street.

Koenig's eyes were wide open, and staring at the hot tramp in front of him. Kelly's body was lithe and supple, like an athlete. She bucked back at Mr Koenig with his every thrust, and gave him the kind of bedroom talk he liked.

"Oh my god, Mr Koenig, you are thrusting into me so...good....make me feel it....oh ye, please, please sir...I need you to fill me up with your manhood...!!"

Yeah, I know, manhood, cheesy word. The thing is, Mr Koenig hates foul language, he likes her to beg for it with no swearing.

"Yes! Please me! I beg of you, Please me! Please me with your manhood!"

Kelly actually had to practice how to talk like a slut without swearing. For the record, we charge Koenig extra for the effort.

Mr. Koenig was sweating hard now and moaning softly. His strokes became longer and slower in pace.

"Are you going to release you seed within me?", Kelly asked, looking over her shoulder at the client. "Do it, please! Please!!!" her eyes were big and pleading, and it sent Koenig over the edge.

"Swear at me trollope! Fill your mouth with the words of the gutter!!", Koenig growled out.

(This was part of his kink)

"No! Oh no sir! I couldn't!"

"O-ungh-BEY-ungh-ME-Ungh-Woman!", he grunted out, thrusting his cock into her on every syllable.

"Oh please, don't make me say it!"

"Say ungh it!"

"No, please!!"

"SAY ungh IT ungh!"

"God forgive me, FUCK MY PUSSY!", Kelly shouted with a perfect mix of horror and lust. Mr Koenig's eyes rolled back into his head, and his hips thrust forward as his entire body shook like a corn stalk in a windstorm. He pulled out, leaned backwards, and guided his fall onto the mattress that lay on the floor behind him.

"Oh shit yeah. That's the best.", Koenig whispered to himself as he lay sprawled on the mattress. Kelly took a couple breaths, turned and leaned against he wall. "I had a great time baby. Man you are one hot lover, I sure did enjoy our time together. You have a good rest of your day, ok?... I need to go wash up, so don't fall asleep, Vernon's gonna be in here in five minutes and he might get angry..." She smiled and coyly slid out the room. I was just outside the door, and we nodded to each as she passed me and went into the bathroom, which had a working shower. When I heard the water come on, I went to the back fence and got Mr. Barnabas, another one of our neighbors and escorted him into the house. I led him past the bedroom and opened the bathroom door, which was now full of steam from the hot shower Kelly had started. Barnabas went in and I shut the door behind him. I immediately into the bedroom. Mr. Koenig was almost dressed, just finishing buckling his belt.

"Okay, okay! I'm almost done! Don't give me the bum's rush."

"Thank you for your speed, and it's mostly about your safety. You don't want no one to see you here, right?" My tone was deep and my accent redneck. Both carried a good deal of menace. Mr Koenig gulped and finished quickly.

"No, of course, I understand. All done, ready to go.", Mr Koenig said with a big fake smile.

"Follow me." I responded without a nod.

Koenig was actually the third guy Kelly has fucked today. There was a neighborhood BBQ going on, and I had arranged a number of dates staggered through out the day. It was one of those events where they close off the street and everyone sets up their own grill and everybody brings something to share. They even had a bouncy house and a face painter from 11-3. The actual event was a street over from our empty house, but there were a couple shortcuts through alleys and fences all along the block for us to sneak the Dads into Kelly's lair. We would be cutting it close now and then, but there were some special requests in the mix that would lead up to a big money day.

And August was coming soon. We were going to quit on the last day of August, and move the fuck on. But as for today, Kelly was open for business.

As I led Koenig out through the back, my mind wandered to the bathroom. I knew what was going on in there. Kelly tells me everything.

Barnabas takes off all his clothes as soon as the door closes. Kelly is naked, except for a towel around her hair. The steam in the room has made her glowing skin moist with the condensation, which occasionally gathers into drops that cascade down her nude arms and legs. Barnabas then moves closer to Kelly, who sits up and takes his cock in her hands and tenderly kisses it, caresses it. She nuzzles it into a full, erect state, with her hand squeezing his balls and shaft. She then scoots forward on the toilet seat and spreads her legs to get their naked bodies as close as possible. With a firm hold of his waist, she then engulfs his cock to his very balls, with her nose nestled in his pubic hair. Her cheeks bulge with her dancing tongue that swirls all about his shaft. Mr. Barnabas is shaking his head back and forth trying not to cum, but then as Kelly's fingers dig deep into his skin, he can't handle it! Mr Barnabas throws his head back and suppresses a shout of lust as he cums hard into her mouth. Kelly doesn't lose a drop of cum, and her mouth stays working on his cock. His soft cock begins to get hard again and she begins a real blowjob, up and down, back and forth. Her lips slide up and down Barnabas' slender shaft with the ease of a dancer and the firmness of a machine. Since he's already cum once she has to work it hard, fast and furious, and she does. Her persistent sucking gets Mr Barnabas hard again and then Kelly gets to earnestly getting another load of cum to out of her neighbor's cock.

Kelly leans back for a bit, and spreads her legs for Barnabas, playing with her clit in the steam filled room. Her other hands squeezes her 34-B cup titties, toying and pinching her sweaty nipples. Barnabas goggles slack-jawed at the 19- year-old prostitute jerking off his cock, still slick with Kelly's saliva. Kelly then leans back into him and begins to suck him off again. This time she has one hand on his shaft and the other on his ass. Her head is plunging back and forth like a machine. The slurping and sucking sounds that echo in the hot, steamy bathroom are grotesque and animal-like.

Kelly's fingers begin to creep closer and closer to Barnabas's asshole. She keeps sucking his cock like a piston, her hand slowly getting closer to his ass. Her lips are wrapping themselves up and down that lucky man's shaft, and then she slides two fingers right into Barnabas's asshole. This time, he can't stifle the scream as he cums again, his body tensing up like stone. Kelly leans back, and lets the cum dribble out of her mouth and down her chest, as a little bonus for Barnabas, who smiles, wipes himself off with the closest towel, dresses and leaves the bathroom.

And there I am, waiting in the hall, to guide Barnabas out of the house, through the backyard and off to suburbia from wence he came.

It's been a curse of this gig. I gotta know what's going on, so I'm always outside the door. Day after day, fuck after fuck, suck after suck. And even when I don't see it all, I can still tell what's going on on the other side of that wall, in that not empty room. It's not like I love Kelly or anything, and we haven't fucked in a while so I'm not jealous. It's a little weird between us right now, but the business side is groovy and lucrative, and that means everything else will work itself out. I hope.

We had two quick blowjobs for a couple guys, in and out kind of thing. But then at three o'clock, I escorted Mrs. McCluskey to the house. I went to escort her as myself, John Parsons, and not as Vernon Mangripp since she knew my identity anyway. She was one of the smart ones, though by her classic housewife demeanor you would never guess it. Today she was wearing a blue sleeveless summer dress that flared out near the bottom, the kind of dress June Cleaver might wear. Her chestnut brown hair was shoulder length with cute bags in the front. Her smile could disarm a Cossack, her cookies would make Betty Crocker proud, and her PTA meetings always ran on time.

Oh, and she loved to fuck Kelly with a strap on dildo while I watched.

I led her into the house while carrying an ice chest that she had handed to me at the barbecue. Her husband was talking to the other husbands about cars or stocks or something that explodes, and barely noticed us leaving. She chatted about neighborhood gossip as we walked, and kept spilling that tea all the way into the back bedroom where Kelly was waiting for her in the uniform of a fast food worker from the local burger place Burger Yaga's Russian Burger Dojo. As Ms McCluskey saw her, she stopped talking for a second and just ogled Kelly. She was wearing polyester black pants, an ill-fitting mustard yellow shirt, a faux-fur Russian style hat with a baseball cap bill. Kelly had actually worked there for a while and got fired for shoving ketchup packets up a customer's nose.

Mrs McCluskey reacted like it was Christmas. "Oh my goodness! It's perfect. How did you ever know?"

"We heard about how they ruined that big order and then blamed it on you." I told her. Kelly nodded, the ridiculous hat shaking along with her. "It's a small neighborhood."

"They really were very unpleasant, and that is exactly their uniform!" She gushed.

"I used to work there. They fired me." Kelly said with no remorse or guilt in her voice at all.

"Well, that gives me even more motivation, doesn't it?" She smile brightly and clapped her hands together. "So, John, why don't you take a seat in the corner while I teach this bad little worker a lesson by fucking the living shit out of her evil little pussy."

I shivered a little. I always did when she began to allow her Mistress side out. That filthy language that poured forth from the beatific smile and kind eyes sounded twice as perverse, as dirty, as exciting as it would have from a truck driver. We have had a few sessions with her, and I had learned something new about my sexuality every time. Because Mrs....that is to say, Mistress McCluskey was a lifetime practitioner of BDSM. She had spent time in Europe during college where she discovered her fetish, but had to come home in order to take care of her family and then got trapped into a safe marriage. But now, she was not worrying about being safe at all.

"Come here you little burger flipping whore." Mistress McCluskey said as she grabbed Kelly's pony tail and yanked her to her knees.

"Oh please, Ma'am, I am so sorry I was so mean to you, I just had a real bad day and..."

"Shush." McCluskey said as she shook Kelly's head. Kelly whimpered and yelped at the tug, which made McCluskey smile. "Apologies are worthless. Open the cooler and bring me the bag within it." A slight German accent was creeping into her voice. The more she descended into The Mistress, the more she returned to the original accent of her fetish. Kelly pulled a caramel brown leather doctor's bag from the ice chest. The 1914 antique Baudelaire-Manheim bag was in every way the opposite of the ice chest it had emerged from. Mistress McCluskey used it to hold all her equipment. Kelly had to strain to lift the steel lined bag out of the Igloo cooler and over to Mistress's feet. Immediately I removed the ice chest from the room. It looked so wrong. Mistress nodded in approval as I returned to my seat.

"Lay on your back." She commanded Kelly, and as soon as she did so Mistress hiked up her dress and sat directly on her face. "Lick my pussy well or I will beat your ass red." McCluskey ordered in a pleasant voice. Muffled moans and groans came from under the dress, which covered most of Kelly's body, with only her lower legs only sticking out from the wide spread of cloth that was the Mistress' summer housewife dress. As McCluskey gyrated and rode Kelly's mouth like a hobby horse, she opened her bag and pulled out her dildo belt, which allowed her to have sex with Kelly, and anyone else, in the manner of a man, in a manner of speaking. She caressed the leather belt lovingly with her hands as she continued to move her hips back and forth. When she lifted the belt to her lips to give a small kiss, I couldn't help but appreciate the sight of this pristine housewife, with her perfect hair, perfect smile and the demeanor of June Cleaver was riding my 19 year old prostitute's lips and tongue like a rodeo star.

"Oh, damn that' s hot..." I blurted from my corner.

Without even looking at me she said, "You may take your penis out of your pants and masturbate if you wish." And as I unzipped my pants she added, "...but you may not have an orgasm without my approval." I paused for two seconds, and then McCluskey smiled at the sound of my zipper being pulled all the way down.

The Mistress stood up abruptly and stepped away from Kelly, who was gasping from the face fucking she had just received. Kelly's face was wet with saliva and pussy juice, and she made no attempt to move at all. McCluskey carefully removed her dress, revealing a classic set of lingerie you rarely see on a modern woman; white bullet bra, granny panties, with garters and hose to match...but everything she was wearing seemed at least one size too tight. Her skin was bulging out, squeezing through the elastic and harsh polyester. And her perfect bubble butt ass, the pride of the neighborhood, filled the granny panties enough to make even them sexy, and the way her breasts were about to burst out of that bra made my cock twitch. She looked like a cartoon of a housewife drawn by a sex maniac (or a R. Crumb woman as I would find out later)!

The Mistress was standing over the gasping and sprawled out Kelly. The slender girl's Baba Yaga's Burger Dojo Burger uniform was rumpled and stained, but still intact. As she went through the process of strapping on the dildo, McCluskey's eyes never left the girl as she tugged the belt on tight, and latched it closed with a jerk.

"Now pay attention, as I show you how to treat a disrespectful burger bitch.", and then McCluskey dropped to her knees next to Kelly's face. Grabbing her head the Mistress began to fuck Kelly's mouth's with the seven inch dildo, using her hair as a handle and forcing Kelly to take most of the thick vinyl cock down into her throat. Kelly's slender arms flailed and beat helplessly at The Mistress's thick thighs and waist, but she didn't stop taking the thick vinyl cock.

"That's it, that's a good little slut. This is what should be in that little mouth, not horrible insults about people just trying to get what.. ungh...they...ungh...ordered.. unnnghaaaahh." The mistress trust her cock deep into Kellys mouth with three final thrusts, rubbing her dildo-strapped groin against my little teen whore's face, until she came with only a small shudder. We all knew it was to be just the first of many.

As she pulled the vinyl cock out of Kelly's mouth the Mistress said slyly, "I hope you got that cock good and wet, burger bitch. You're going to need all the lube you can."

"What...what are you going to do?", Kelly asked, her voice shaking just enough. Damn, she was a quick learner! "You're not done? I thought...I thought that was all...", Kelly whimpered, just like a real victimized fast-food worker would.

The Mistress laughed. "Not even close, whore." She grabbed Kelly and flipped her over onto her belly, and then lifted her up to her knees, in a doggy style position. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a huge pair of scissors...scissors? hell, these things were fucking shears! They were as long as her dildo and they flashed like chrome as The Mistress wielded them like a samurai in battle. While holding on to Kelly's belt, The Mistress sliced off the left leg of her uniform. Kelly screamed in fright.

"Keep your mouth shut or I will beat your ass.", The Mistress warned in a terrifyingly calm voice. Her shears flashed again, and the right pant leg came off. I could hear Kelly stifle a squeal in her throat, the Mistress said nothing. The long shears flashed once again, and there was a slit in the crotch of the burger girl's pants. With a grin growing more evil by the second, the Mistress put the scissors back in the bag and positioned herself right behind Kelly's half-covered ass.

"So, for the record, I did not appreciate your rudeness.", said the Mistress as she shoved her dildo balls deep... well, I guess clitoris deep... into Kelly, who yelped and fell flat down on her face, leaving her ass up in he air.

"Oh, no, I don't think so." The Mistresss took a handful of Kelly's hair and forced her back up on all fours. "Yes, that's how you need to receive your punishment." With one hand on her ass, another holding a chunk of her hair, McCluskey began to fuck the shit out of that girl. It was a rhythmic, animal fuck, and The Mistress's eyes were closed as she blissed out with every stroke. I've always loved watching a woman fuck like a man...and this extra fucking hot, or perhaps it was the gorgeous sight of that perfect bubble butt thrusting and squeezing itself over and over again. McCluskey's body was magnificent! The way she moved as she fucked Kelly was amazing, entrancing! I was jacking off my cock harder and harder watching this housewife give my prostitute a better fucking than any man ever did. McCluskey looked over her shoulder at me and glanced down at my raging hard cock. While still fucking Kelly, she commanded. "Stand up, and bring that hard cock over to this little burger bitch's mouth." I almost leaped to my feet and scrambled over to kneel in front of Kelly's mouth. When she looked up at me, she winked.

"Fuck her mouth, pimp."

I held Kelly's head with both hands, like it as a thing, an object, and I began to thrust my dick into her wet and waiting mouth. My cock was a little bigger than the dildo, so she gagged just for a little, and then began to take the throat fuck like a professional whore should.

"That's my girl." I said without thinking, lost in the bliss of Kelly's tongue caressing my shaft. "Silence!" McCluskey barked. "You do not speak. Just fuck as you are told." I looked up to met her eyes, which were pure fire and control. I couldn't look away. She knew I was locked on her, and her smile grew into an evil grin as she mercilessly pummeled Kelly's cunt. McCluskey was fucking me with her eyes, and fucking Kelly with her cock. Our paces began to sync up, and as McCluskey's dildo slammed in and out of that cunt like a porn star, Kelly started to cum, her body bucking like a horse and muffled grunts and groans escaping her cock-filled mouth. Kelly's body grew slack, and she slumped on her hands, but we pulled her up on all fours, and did not stop fucking her until....