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The Awakening Of Chastity Ch 05

The Awakening Of Chastity Ch 05

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A Work Of Fiction.

Chapter 5 - The Itch

Terri :

I come to, startled. Senses are haywire. I'm on a bed. I'm in Sarah's clothes. Did I pass out on the bed with a punter?

Fuck! I'm scared!

Then I see Tom by my side, rubbing my arm.

I must be home.

"C'mon, babe. You have to get up. It's your Saturday in."

Fuck! Actually...Double Fuck!

I'm feeling.....nothing....then...sore all over.

My head hurts. My groin. My bones. My eyes. My throat. God, my throat! Did I really smoke that much? Some parts are slowly coming back to me.

Tom, bless him, gets up to make me a very strong coffee. I need that. To kickstart my head.

Drank. Then shower and dressed. The makeup that Candy fixed me with, sliding into the shower as I scrub.

I feel dirty. Very dirty.

A lot of gunk comes trickling out of my vagina.

Getting dried off, letting my hair dry naturally as the sound of the hairdryer would be much too loud for me today. Then dressed. Much more conservative makeup for me today.

Tom told me, as we were getting into the car, that he fucked me in Sarah's clothes this morning and that he loved how my vagina felt when he was inside me. I was just out of it. I never knew.

Not sure if I was angry or surprised about that.

Anyways, he drove me over to the store to start my day and told me that he'd pick me up after I finish work at 1 pm. I kissed him goodbye, as normal.

Ready to start my working day. My real job. Really not feeling it.

Martika :

I got a message from Tom saying that he was up and out and that he would drop off Sarah's clothes, that of course his wife wore, at the brothel.

I told him I wouldn't be around but that Candy lives there so she'd be able to take in the shit.

And that's what the fucker did, also all the jewellery too.

Terri :

Carmen and Matt were working alongside me today. Carmen reflected that I...looked like crap', well...thanks!

I had a few big, strong coffees to help me through the day. My head was still quite scrambled and some customers had quite, let's say complex issues, to work through.

What would have come to me quite quickly did take a little more processing time today for me.

Thankfully, the shift came to an end and I said my goodbyes, picking up my mobile phone and switching it off of silent. Policy is to have it on silent, preferably in a locker, at work so not to cause any distractions.

So, I switch it up and I see a message from a number. Turns out it's Martika, the Brothel Madame, alongside a few photos. How the bloody hell did she get them?

One had me over the cocaine tray taking a line, one was me all slutted up - but, zooming in, you could see my eyes were glazed over, and the final one was me taking some cock from a punter. It looked like the first punter, that Tom that I did!

Alongside that was a note.

"Hey bitch. Thought you would like some mementos of yesterday. You earned over £1k for me with all the fucking that you did. I think you're a natural. See you next month. M xx"

I was shaking.

How on earth did she get my number?

Tom was parked a few minutes away. I got in the car, cradling my phone, still shaking. Just a complete loss of what to say. We started driving.

Tom asked me what was up. It just spewed out of me. I opened my phone and passed it to him, as we hit some lights. He looked and read the message.

"Nice photos." he stated, looking towards me and grinning before, brake off as the lights hit for go, and looking towards the road again.

He then told me, as he was waiting for me to finish up with my last punter - god, was he really there when I did that? Fuck! - and he was chatting to Martika when I was stoned, he put my phone number into her phone.

Why did he do that?

Martika :

I thought that it would be nice to send bitch a little message of how much I appreciated her. Credit where credit is due, that slag was really into it. Took lots of cock and made me a mint. That pussy is a goldmine! So, some appreciation and some photos to remember her day with us.

Good for blackmail too, if needed, but I think the bitch got way more than she bargained for. She really took to it.

Terri :

We drove home with the radio on. Not really talking much. I was still sore all over. My brain hurt. My throat felt better though. Guess you have to be thankful for small mercy's.

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When we got in, all I wanted to do was have a nice relaxing bath and then snuggle on the sofa with Tom.

We talked about what had happened, what I could recollect anyways. It was very free and open. Our conversations always have been about sex. But it was emotionally connected tonight....caring.

Was I glad I went through with it? It was such a rush. I was still processing it all. Then, add on top of the whole emotional context of it all, there was the chemical element - drink, drugs, cigarettes - that I had never done in such quantities before - and then the whole physicality of rutting for, what? 18 hours?

I felt....deliciously....broken.

It was addictive and, in a way, the whole thought of 'play dates' again was just...hmmmmm...hard to put into words. Kinda like having your first bike and those 'play dates' were the stabilizers. Y'know, April? Hooking? Selling myself for money...albeit money that I wasn't getting...my Madame was...that was the real thing and it's hard to go back again once you've done that.

I just remember something that Donna told me...

"Once you've sold yourself you're a whore for life. You can never get away from it."

What was Tom's thoughts?

He liked the thought of his wife as a prostitute and he was very excited to see me in all of Sarah's getup. He was sad that he couldn't see me with my punters getting banged, but he understood the reason behind that. He did love fucking me once I got home, although he was quite worried about how I was.

"I S'pose it's something that they get used to..." he answered, stroking my hair as I lay on his lap, as I told him all about the cocaine that I was doing.

Tom asked if I would be doing it next month too, as Martika expected.

"I think I will be, if that would be alright with you?" I asked.

"Alright? Hun, it's more than alright. I love you doing this. I love that you enjoyed yourself. End of the day, I love YOU, and that's all that matters, right?"

"...an' I love you too, babe!" I answer.

"As long as you don't fall in love with any of your punters..." he throws me a delicious grin.

"No chance of that! They're just between my thighs to cum and then bugger off!"

We made love that night....again, tenderly at first. Tom wanted me to talk like I did in the brothel, like I had some 'backstory' that I told the punters if they asked. That my name was Chastity (yeah, really?!?), that I had worked the streets for the last 10 years with another pimp, that I met someone and married him and stopped all that 'sordid' life....that is, until he lost his job....

...again, I felt him grow in girth....and speed up....increasing his stamina..

"I love fucking my whore wife, my prostitute..." he'd say, over and over again, with each thrust...

...and then my husband got his job back, and I didn't want to stop.

The punters? They bought the story. Guess they don't care, right? You're just a hole for them...and it turns Tom on too. So much that me bucks me wildly as he is drained completely.

He dismounts, lies by my side...in breathless union....

We fall asleep...

Dreams...

Vivid dreams. Showering. Touching myself all over. Caressing. Getting dressed for work. Heavy makeup. Lighting up a cigarette and doing a couple of lines of cocaine....then punter after punter. Up and down those Stairs.

Punters sitting up as I blow them. Fucking them in missionary position. Fucking them in cowgirl. Fucking them in doggie. Bareback. No rubbers. Vagina oozing semen.

Jackie inviting the next one in.

Chatting and drinking with Candy. Being best friends.

Talking to my Madame....Martika....doing lines of coke with her...her giving me praise.

All very erotic.

I wake up rubbing myself....

Everything seems so mundane; work...the 'hotwife' stuff...I don't have any playdates, I just stick to Tom. Just pacing myself for when I can go back to Martika's.

God, I've only done this once and I'm really missing it.

Tom understands. He knows where my head's at. He knows where my groin's at.

Martika :

I talked to Candy. She said "Yeah, the bitch did good. Made a mint. Punters loved cuming in her."

I knew that that bitch would be back working for us. I gave her little messages throughout the month, just to keep her going. Shit like some punter or other made mention of her, y'know? Play on people's confidence. Build them up. Easier then for them to just go with it and sell themselves.

Terri :

I'd only been this Chastity once, but she was consuming my thoughts. Consuming my marriage. Tom loved Chastity. We'd play 'role play' from time to time in the period between my next 'appearance'; dressing up, smoking, the heavy makeup. All that.

He was more vigorous in sex, not that he wasn't before but my boy was hitting new heights.

It was a turn on.

The day before the Friday, Tom stopped off after work to pick up the clothes and jewellery again. Apparently, this Sarah was working that night - the tart that clothes I borrowed - so they had a bit of a chat before she gave the same ones over. Thankfully, so it goes, Candy was around and just finished her punter so as to

tell Sarah what was wanted.

I was going to put on the clothes at home, do my makeup and everything just like Candy had done for me at the brothel, and then get driven over.

The short black leather skirt creaked with my every move. The top, the bra, the suspender belt, the boots, the fishnets....it all just gave off...something.

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Everything, however cleaned and washed, felt....used....felt like...punters.... semen....sex....cigarettes...perfume...pussy juices......prostitution.

Just....something.

I'd just done my hair and put that makeup on very heavy, very dark around the eyes. Thick, Panda-style eyes. Thick lips. I'd just finished my fingernails - bright red, gotta be done, right? - and they had dried so I was lighting up a cigarette to get back into my role which just excited Tom no end!

"Babe, I just have to fuck you before you go and sell yourself.." he says, boner on full display, and just starts ploughing into me on the edge of the bed.

Hard and fast.

Full to the brim with passion.....as I was, shortly, full to the brim with Tom's semen!

I let it trickle down my legs, snail like, as I'd learned to do at the brothel, and just went to get my long coat. Bangles clanking as I walked. I finished off my cigarette before looking out the window, making sure nobody saw me like this.

Then....quickly out, into the car. Tom locking the door behind him and getting in to drive me over, once again.

This time, we had a little plan : I'd bought this little ornament that had a little blue tooth camera inside so that we could connect to the wi-fi there so that Tom could see me having sex with the punters.

I'd just needed to put it in a place where he could see me doing my stuff.

Martika :

It's Friday once more so, after dropping the kids off to school, I'm over at the brothel. Candy is just getting up, fixing herself a big glass of vodka and a cigarette.

I light up too.

She finishes and gets herself up in the shower to get her shit together. Naturally, I tell the slag what to wear. Always.

So she's doing that when Tom and Terri are out the front, parking the car.

They come towards the front and I see Terri. Heavier makeup than, I think, last time she appeared here. Been a while, right April? But she's got on this big coat. I can't see what the fuck she's wearing.

Then I let 'em in and Terri disrobes and hangs up her coat....and Chastity is in the bloody building.

Good.

I throw her my open pack of cigarettes. She knows what to do. Takes one out, grabs her lighter and sparks up.

Again. Good.

"Hey bitch, glad you're back. Hey Tom, nice to see you too." I ask.

"Ready to sell yourself again? Enjoyed those pictures I sent?" I snap inhale, just as Chastity takes a drag herself.

"Well, yeah. I wasn't expecting them....boss..." I smile "...but they did catch me in the moment."

"Did you like them Tom? Proof that your wife was getting a lot of dick up her that Friday?"

He nods.

"I know what to expect this time, boss. I know what I'm doing."

"Good, well do a couple of lines. You know where the coke is. I'll do some too. Candy's just getting her shit together, upstairs, and I'm sure she'll love to see you, as well as doing some herself."

Terri :

We meet Martika at the door. She sees my big coat on, and...I can't read her thoughts...but, we get in - Tom and I - and I take off the coat, revealing Sarah's slut clothing again and...she smiles.

She throws me over some cigarettes as she talks and I take one from the packet and put it between my heavily made up lips and light up.

I've been smoking a bit during the intervening weeks so I know how to smoke much more...sexily..

Martika likes.

I quickly get into my role. I call her 'boss'. She loves that. She talks a bit to Tom and then asks me to do some lines of cocaine...

I thought that she'd never ask!

I'm there, bent over that tray, mini skirt creaking as I chop out a couple of lines - well remembered from last month - and take that rolled up note and inhale. First one nostril...then the other. Done. I wipe my nose, get up and continue smoking.

Just as Martika herself is prepping some cocaine. She does longer lines than either myself or Candy had done.

But, she's the boss. She shows her authority.

Candy comes down. Blue latex dress and heels. Scooped top, so you could see her breasts. Smelling gorgeous. Cigarette between her fingers.

"Hey bitch. Looking good, Chastity."

"Thanks Candy."

"C'mere..." she asks.

I walk over to her, she puts a hand around my waist...stroking me....then leans in and gives me a kiss...real slow and sexy like...on the lips....then pulls away to take a drag of her cigarette.

I'd imagine Tom as hard as Iron now.

"Candy. Do a couple of lines."

"Sure, boss." and, with that, Candy's on her knees inhaling that marching powder.

End Of Part 5

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