Mrs Mary J Stevens Pt 01

Mrs Mary J Stevens Part 1

Mary woke up a couple of minutes before her alarm clock was set for 7am. She climbed out of bed glancing at her sleeping husband beside her. Jim Stevens wouldn't wake up till 7.30. Mary stripped off her nightie and showered in the en-suite of their 4 bedroom detached house in the English midlands. She dried off, dressed in a simple top and pants set and went downstairs to prepare breakfast for the family. On her way down she woke Jane, her 15 year old daughter and Gerald her 13 year old son. The kids groaned and Mary had to shout at them both to get them moving.

Once downstairs she pulled fruit juice, cereal, eggs and bacon from the fridge and put bread in the toaster. She set the kitchen table for breakfast and almost as soon as the first eggs were fried, Gerald appeared followed a few minutes later by Jane. The kids chattered about their school day to come while Mary checked they had the correct books and sports kit in their school bags and to remind them about their after school clubs. About 8.10am Jim clattered down the stairs, kissed Mary and sat down for breakfast as the 2 kids grabbed school bags and coats and rushed out the back door looking for their bikes to cycle off to school. Jim hurriedly stuffed eggs and bacon into his mouth while looking for his briefcase. He had an important presentation to make today to his area manager concerning the future of his engineering plant later in the morning. He swigged his fruit juice, took a mouthful of black coffee, kissed Mary again and rushed out the front door to his BMW and the drive to the factory.

It was just past 8.30 and Mary looked at the bomb site that was her kitchen. She spent a while clearing up the mess, putting things away and loading the dishwasher. She wiped down the work surfaces swept the floor and went upstairs to change.

Looking through her wardrobe she chose a mid-length grey skirt and a white long sleeved blouse and a black cardigan. She put on tan tights and a pair of low healed black shoes and went down stairs. Looking round the house to check all was well she took her coat from the coat stand by the front door, checked her house and car keys were in her handbag along with her purse and left the house to drive her Vauxhall Corsa the 15 minutes to work.

Mary worked for herself from a small 2 bedroom flat in a small 5 story block on the other side of town. She parked up in her usual place and walked the 50 meters to the door taking the lift (elevator for you American folks) to the third floor and let herself in. She checked her diary to confirm her first appointment was at 10 pm, made sure that everything needed for the day ahead was where it needed to be. She then went to change into her working clothes. Stripping off and placing her clothes carefully away in the wardrobe, she chose a white stockings and suspender set, a pair of white silk French nickers and a quarter cup bra that exposed the nipples of her 44D breasts. A sheer blouse that was effectively transparent and a very short skirt that showed off her stocking tops and a pair of 4 inch patent leather heeled shoes finished off the outfit. She checked her look in the full length mirror angled so that it showed her king sized bed, and waited for the doorbell to ring.

Yes, you've guessed it, Mrs Mary Stevens, member of the school Parent Teacher Association, and the local Woman's Institute, regular member of the Church Choir and one of the 4 ladies who arranged the flowers in the church, was in fact a whore! A harlot, a strumpet, a loose woman, a tart, cum-slut, prostitute and half a hundred other names for ladies of her profession, she had heard them all during her long and varied career, and she answered to all of them.

She controlled when and how she worked very strictly. Her first appointment was always at 10am or later. She would only have 4 clients a day and she would leave the apartment at 5pm or as soon as possible thereafter. She charged £200 per hour with a reduction per hour for longer bookings. She had a loyal following of 50 men and didn't need to advertise.

Now and then somebody stopped visiting her, but another of her regulars was always able to recommend a replacement. She was careful to keep correct accounts of her activities. She paid taxes and deposited her earnings in a private bank account that was well separated from the Stevens family finances. She made sure she stayed well inside the law in all respects. Her clients were respectful and discrete, and that worked both ways as it kept her activities very low key and avoided disputes with the others who occupied the block of flats. It also kept the privacy and security of her clients, most of whom had "positions" in the local community and whose reputation (and generally marriages) would be at significant risk had their activities become known.

She went to a doctor once a month as a private patient to check her health. It wouldn't do for her to contract an STD. It helped that the doctor was also one of her clients so they had agreed a trade. Mary had her tests without records or any money changing hands. She was in effect a ghost in the doctor's records. In exchange, the Doc had one free hour appointment per month. Mary had another client who was a builder, and had a similar arrangement in place with him should she need any repairs or improvements done to the flat. To make her business even more secure, another of her clients was a Chief Superintendent of Police. He advised her from time to time on things she should do to keep safe, and things she should not do to ensure she stayed under the radar. He also qualified for a free hour per month.

Mary considered these freebee's to be worth much more than what they cost her in lost income. Her 4 appointments a day for 5 days a week gave her a possible income of £4,000 on a good week. Usually one or two appointments were not filled, another one or two may have had to cancel, and one might be a freebee, so her true income was nearer £3,000 a week. Minus her expenses of tax, mortgage for the flat, gas, electric, water, condoms, lube, a clothing allowance and the various other things and her take home pay was about £1500 a week. Mary always made sure her family was her priority so made sure she was "on holiday" from her profession when the family needed her. She never worked more than 42 weeks a year. After paying her fixed costs therefore her income was about £50k per annum. Not a huge amount to be sure, but not bad for was in effect a somewhat less than full time job.

Her first appointment of the day was a local town councillor. His photo was often in the town press opening something or attending some event. He was in line to be town Mayor. It was a stressful job and he needed stress relief. Mary provided that every 10 days at £200 an hour. He arrived dead on time. He was a very punctual man. He greeted "Cynthia" (or Miss Sin) which was Mary's working name, passed her an envelope containing 10 £20 notes and kissed her cheek. "Sin" didn't count the money. He was a regular and she knew he wouldn't try and rip her off. She walked him into her bedroom, not that he didn't know the way with his eyes shut, leading the way and walking with a sway that showed off her ass. She flicked the remote control and a hard core porn movie sprang to life on her wide screen TV on the bedroom wall. Mirrors occupied the other walls and the ceiling for those who liked to watch themselves while performing. Turning to her client she smiled and started to undress him

Just over an hour and 10 minutes later, a very satisfied, freshly showered and very happy man swaggered out of her apartment having booked another appointment for 10 days hence. As he left he tucked another £20 note in her garter as a tip. "Sin" always provided a good service for several reasons. Firstly, it kept people returning, secondly they would often tip handsomely, and last but not least, she enthusiastically enjoyed the sex.

Sin now had 50 minutes before her next appointment. Enough time to shower, straighten the bed and prepare for her next man. Even time for a cup of tea and a biscuit.

Let us leave Mary or "Cynthia" to her preparations for a while, and look at how she came to be a loving mother, wife, doyen of the local community, and village whore. It's quite a story and not always a pretty one. So, let us begin.

Mary Stevens was born Mary Jane Williamson some 39 years before our story began. Her father was a stockbroker in a prominent London company, and her mother was a socialite, always attending local events to" be seen". Just as often, but not being "seen", she was attending other more social events with one or other of her string of lovers. Either way, she was not much of a mother to Mary. Her father in the meantime, when not making obscene amounts of money was generally to be found "entertaining" one or other (sometimes two at a time) of his mistresses at his flat in the city. He wasn't much of a parent to Mary either.

Either way, Mary wanted for nothing, except perhaps love and affection, as she was growing up. She lived in a big house, had the best of everything, and attended a private school. Now that is where the problems began.

Mary was collected each morning by a private taxi service which ferried the day pupils from their homes to the school. The driver of Mary's taxi was a guy called Ali who was an immigrant from some place in central Asia ending in "Stan". Ali was a good looking guy who liked to keep fit, his dark complexion and cheerful attitude to life was a magnet for the girls he drove to school. This was very bad news, as unknown to the parents or his employers or the school authorities, Ali was a predator. As Mary went through puberty, somewhat later than normal, and started to be interested in boys, Ali took a job driving for the taxi company. It took a few months before he qualified for a regular route, and so Mary had just turned 18 when she first met him. Ali was soon interested and started to groom her.

By the time she was 18 and 3 months, her seduction was well under way, but not yet consummated. He would give her small boxes of chocolates, or a single red rose, or if she was the only passenger and parents were not home he would buy her a burger or an ice cream. Later it was small inexpensive items of jewellery. By half way through her 18th year Mary was deeply in love with Ali, and he decided it was time. He asked her to have sex with him. He had been hinting at it for some weeks, and she was hot and excited in ways she had never felt before. She was more than ready and agreed at once. One fateful Wednesday after school, knowing her parents were out until at least 7pm, Ali took her to a quiet car park in the country and took her Virginity.

Mary, being an athletic girl had almost no pain when Ali penetrated her and broke her hymen. What she did feel was Ali's large cock almost splitting her in two. It was dirty, disgusting decadent disgraceful and wonderful and she loved it. Ali was no fool, he used a condom. No point in leaving sperm in her if she later called rape, and no risk of the girl becoming pregnant. Mary wanted to do it again before she went home that night, so they did. It reinforced her opinion. Sex was good, and Ali was great. She wanted to do it with him every chance they had. She would do anything for him.

Sex with Ali became a two or three times a week thing for her. After a couple of weeks Ali took her to the house he shared with a brother, a couple of cousins, an Uncle and a friend. They would stay in Ali's room, he would get her naked, have sex with her two or three times then take her home. Her parents never seemed to notice she was late home, or if they did, they didn't care. Ali continued with her sex education when they were in his room. They tried all sorts of sexual positions, he taught her about oral sex, and finally, anal sex. She did it because she loved him although it hurt her. To be honest she was still much too immature for that, although she learned to enjoy it later in life.

One day, after they had sex for the second time, Ali asked if she would do something special for him. He told her his brother had been dumped by his girlfriend was feeling very depressed. He needed something to lift him out of his depression. Of course, if she could help, she would, but what was it Ali wanted her to do for his brother? Well, Ali wanted her to fuck him. She would do anything Ali asked, so she agreed because she loved Ali and it would make him happy. Ali jumped off the bed and left the room returning with his naked brother almost at once. It was years later when Mary worked out she had been set up, but by then it was too late.

Ali's brother was as good in bed as Ali was and Mary came to look forward to their regular threesomes. Ali's brother took a long time to get out of his depression, and Mary had to sleep with him and Ali every week for at least two or three days. It was not long before the other members of Ali's family, and even one or two friends were fucking Mary. One of them introduced his girlfriend and by Mary's 19th birthday Mary and the other girl were used to walking naked around the house giving sexual favours to whoever asked, whenever they asked. For Mary's 19th birthday all the males living in the house and 3 friends fucked her in a wild gang bang. Mary didn't ever know that Ali had sold her to the three friends for £50 each. Now he planned to pimp her out to the other men in his community who liked the younger woman.

It was shortly after her 19th birthday while her new career as an unknowing whore that everything came crashing down. She was now having sex with anybody Ali asked her to because Ali wanted her to help out his friends, and after all she loved him. She never knew they paid him for using her.

One day one of Ali's friends phoned him to tell him that the Cops were closing in on a trafficking ring in his town that was grooming young girls. Ali new that his circle of friends, and the girls they passed around for each other to sample was under imminent threat. That night Ali left town. He went to live with another cousin in Scotland. All the others scattered to the 4 winds. One went home to wherever he came from, another went to a brother in Germany, one to the USA. Goodness knows where the others went. The cops never did find them.

Mary was heartbroken when she found that Ali was gone. She was used to a regular supply of cock by then and suddenly it was all gone. She might not have been addicted to sex, but she was as close as made no difference. Overnight she was going "cold turkey" and she hated it. She became so broken up that even her mother and father finally noticed. Her mother was particularly appalled to find her sweet little daughter was now a fully paid up woman. Mind you her main reason to be so appalled was when she found her daughter was getting more cock, more regularly, than she was.

Mary was put into therapy for some months, and it did seem to help. She was put on the contraceptive pill to stop any unforeseen pregnancy, checked for STD's and given a clean bill of health. She began to understand that she had been royally played. She was too naive to understand when it was going on, but she had matured quickly during the last year. None of what happened was her fault. She came out of therapy no longer hating herself, knowing she was an innocent that had been used by a criminal gang and none of it was her fault. She was still left with a physical craving for sex, which benefited some of the local lads over the next couple of years, and that craving never left her.

The good news was that Mary threw herself into her school work, almost at the last minute, to compensate for her problems. She finished school with enough qualifications to ensure her entry to a good quality university. The bad news was that either her mother got fed up with her husband's constant infidelity or her father became fed up by being cuckolded by his wife's constant string of lovers. Either way, there was a very messy and public divorce. The only winners were the lawyers. Now 19, neither her mother nor father were all that interested in Mary anymore both being selfish and only interested in themselves, their own lifestyle and sexual gratification from their strings of lovers.