(as my wife settles into her new dual role as lawyer and streetwalker to a gang things take a surprising turn at the end as a gang member takes her as his own for the weekend. I have taken some of the criticisms about part one and worked on a much more final ending for part two, although there is more to come. Is all of this true? Of course not. Is it all fiction? Nope. I have pictures of her walking down the street not to mention some of the video referenced at the end. )
It was a month since my wife Michelle had asked me to allow her to play out her fantasy and become a whore. It had started out innocently enough with some flirting with a college guy in a bar. But she had been approached by a pimp that night and after a little romancing and sweet talk he had taken her back to his own gang's bar where she was quickly turned into a whore. As many pimps seem to have, Jose exerted some spell over her. I had asked Michelle about it and she said simply that he had the best cock she had ever experienced. He could give her an orgasm just by kissing her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear while rubbing her between her legs. Certainly Jose was lucky enough to find himself in the situation where he was fulfilling her fantasy. She had always wanted to be turned out, and he had done it to her.
My phone buzzed at 5am Saturday morning. "Come get me." I knew where she was, probably somewhere on the street near the bar that the gang operated out of. I got in my car to go get her. There had been changes in her over the last month. Her calfs had gotten stronger and more pronounced, mostly from spending so much time on her feet walking up and down the street in her six inch hooker heels. Her ass had gotten tighter and more round, also from the walking in the high heels. Overall she had lost about seven pounds from her frame, and was down to about 130. The weight loss was mostly in her face and legs. She already had a nice stomach and there was no losing any weight from her 34-36 DDs. She also stopped doing anything to her hair other than putting it into a simple pony tail or letting her long blonde hair fall to just above her waist. The effect was to turn this 40 year old milf from a really good looking woman into a stop traffic head turner. She was not built for sex and sex is what she was getting and giving. Lots of it. I had seen some phone videos over the past month of guys fucking her doggy style and pulling on her pony tail which seemed to drive her crazy with lust.
The other change beside her appearance was in how she was living her life. In the course of one night she went from convincing me she was going to fulfill her fantasy by flirting with a guy while dressed like a hooker, to actually becoming a hooker and fucking and sucking off numerous guys, including the guy who pierced her tit and a few of the gang's thugs who watched over her as she walked the streets, all the while trying to get a piece of her ass for themselves.
Since that night she continued to wear the gang emblem in her pierced tit, including when she went to work. She also continued to be at Jose's beck and call, getting off work and coming home at 7pm only to be called out to meet an important client or to walk the streets in front of the bar or to work in the bar and get fucked by whomever had the cash to pay for her ass. She was often tired and had a bit of a haggard look to her. She was working hard. When she came home from a night out of being a whore she was often hung over, having been drinking or given some X or smoking a laced joint. She also smelled from cigarettes although in our real life she didn't smoke, she often played with a cigarette, sitting at a bus stop or leaning against a lamp post swaying her ass and smoking as guys walked by.
I drove about a half a block away from the front of the bar and parked our car. I saw her stagger out of the bar drunk. A big guy, probably no more than 20 had his arm around her waist and was squeezing her ass. As always she was wearing a tight sheer black skirt with no underwear that she continually had to struggle to pull down so that her ass didn't show as she swayed on her high heels. She was also wearing a tight sheer red tank top and her breasts jiggled as she walked. You could see her gang pendant hanging from her pierced nipple through the shirt. She had confided in me that the pendant constantly kept her nipple aroused at work and a few times she had to go into the bathroom and play with herself to relieve the sexual tension. As always she sent a few pictures of her tits or her pussy to her pimp throughout the day to let him know she was thinking of him.
Michelle walked a few steps away from the guy, seductively swaying her ass as she walked and then stopping and looking over her shoulder with her hands on her hips as she wiggled her ass even more. She was pretending to pout because he didn't come after her. The guy high fived his friend who was with him, and then walked after her, he pulled her back to him and I saw her sink into his arms as he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She ground her ass into his crouch and I could see both his hands feel her up over her tank top as he nuzzled her ear. I could see that her knees were dirty. She had obviously spent a lot of time on them that night.
As she had sometimes done in the past few weeks, Michelle reached into her small silver hooker's purse that she carried and pressed the button on her phone to call my phone so I could hear what was going on. I watched them walk over to a new Cadillac Escalade and they both got into the back.
There was some fumbling and then I heard Michelle: "Oh baby, I been looking at you all night."
"You want it?""
"Yes."
"Beg, ho."
"Mmmmm let me get it out. Ohh baby, it's big. Wow. I'm a lucky ho."
I could see Michelle bend her head down but then her head came back up.
"I said beg."
"I want it. Your cock is so beautiful. Can I kiss it? Please. Please let this whore kiss your cock. Mmmmm there....oh it tastes so good. Let me suck it. Please please?
I could here some more fumbling. "Oh you want some tit first? Take it baby. Take the tits. You paid for them. Take this ho any way you want. I'm yours."
It turned me on to hear my wife beg to suck some stranger's cock just like it turned me on to see her shake her ass as she walked up and down the street. What worried me was that she had taken this whole thing way too far.
I could hear the guy sucking on her tits and I knew this turned her on.
"Baby. Let me suck it. I need it."
I saw Michelle bend her head down and for the next ten minutes I could see the back of her head bob up and down as they guy leaned back and enjoyed his blowjob. Then I saw her head pop up.
"You want to fuck your ho baby?"
"Maybe, lets talk a bit. You seem a bit old to be a street walker."
Michelle laughed. "Actually I do it part time. I have a separate life. I do this for the sex not the money."
"Really?"
"Yeah sugar, but come on you're my last for the night. Lets have some fun. Tap this whore's ass."
It was strange for me to hear Michelle talk like a common street slut but she had picked up all the lingo in the last few weeks and seemed to effortlessly shift from lawyer to street whore and back again.
"Wait a second. Tell me more. If you don't need the money, what do you do."
"I work in an office."
"How old are you?"
"How old are you sugar?"
"20 Tell me how old you are."
"How old do I look?"
"About 30."
"Well sweetie, I'm 40. I turn 41 in two months. Now you wanna fuck this cougar or can I finish sucking that beautiful cock of yours."
"I love older woman. I'd love to take you to some fuck motel and have some real fun with you."
"Baby. I'm getting off from a long night. Jose had me walking the street for hours until I made him three grand. Then I've been in the bar and you saw what was going on. I had to fuck two of Jose's homies for free and then there was that party and the three guys. I was lap dancing them for about an hour before I blew two of them. The third guy paid to fuck me and I rode his cock. I'm tired. I'd love to go to a motel with you, but not now."
"Will you give me your number."
"Hmmm...you gonna treat me nice?"
"Yeah. "
"Will you romance me a bit buy me some sexy clothes and perfume?"
"Sure. "
"So you want this 40 year old ho to be your girlfriend?"
The guy laughed. "I don't about that. Maybe we could start as friends with benefits."
"I want a guy to be my boyfriend." I could hear Michelle pouting. But what was she doing? She was already on call to her pimp 24 hours a day, and now she was trying to set up a relationship?
