The Next Day After Sarah's First Whoring Experience.
The next morning was their normal, hectic start to the day. Dave hurrying off to work, Sarah getting the children ready for school and walking them to the school gates.
It was only when she got back home and started on her daily chores that she thought how bizarre it was. It seemed such a normal day, when yesterday her life had changed for her so dramatically. From being a rather ordinary, faithful housewife, she had become a whore who had been fucked four times in a day, by three different guys. Two of them paying for that pleasure. Oh, and not forgetting the blowjob, the final service she had provided for her client.
But she didn't feel ashamed or regretful, which surprised her. She felt that she had taken back some control of her life. Although not in a way that most people would have approved of. She had earned some money for herself. She had, unexpectedly, had some great sex. She had taken revenge on her husband, Dave, for the horrible way he had treated her. And she had found a new determination not to be a doormat for him any more.
She felt too, somehow more womanly, more alive. The guys had clearly found her very desirable. They loved her body, judging by all their compliments, and were willing to pay good money to have access to it. They clearly got great pleasure from her and she felt good about that.
Unfortunately she had let one of them have bareback sex, she remembered. She was going to have to get checked out for STD's. She phoned the clinic and made an appointment for the next day. She guessed that if she had caught something, she may have passed it onto Dave, when he fucked her last night. However she figured that, if that was the case, she would blame him. She would tell him she knew he had been fucking someone else, and that he must have caught it from his slut. She would feign anger at him for giving it to her. Yes, a good plan -- cover for myself and make him feel bad!
As she continued with her housework she was unable to put the thought of sex out of her mind. Her sore nipples were rubbing against her blouse. Her pussy constantly reminded her how well-used it had been the previous day. Her clit was too tender to touch, she felt sure. Her mouth still felt bruised from all the hard, passionate kisses Don had given her. Images of that amazing day kept coming back to her. Images of her first day as a working whore. As she did her housework she was in a permanent state of semi-arousal.
Sarah Has To Masturbate.
By 11 o'clock she could take it no more. She went into the bedroom and hurriedly took off her trousers and panties ( noting how soaked the gusset was ). She flung herself down on the bed and went to work with her fingers, carefully but urgently, giving her pussy the attention it was demanding. However sore her 'parts' were she was desperate to give herself some relief. Any discomfort caused by her rubbing and fingering was soon outweighed by the intense pleasure she was giving herself.
As she masturbated a kaleidoscope of sexual images went through her mind -- Don and Phil's hands and mouths all over her, eager and hungry, Don's head between her legs, his mouth and fingers working on her pussy. The hard cocks of these two strangers pushing into her, taking what they had paid for. Their lustful grunts and moans, their panting and their mix of compliments and obscenities as they made full use of their purchase. Those hard, urgent, final thrusts as they came inside her.
She was alone in the house, and these memories soon had her screaming out, as she shuddered and writhed through a noisy, much needed orgasm.
She became aware that her phone was ringing, but didn't trust herself to answer it until she calmed down a bit. When she did, she found it was Sharon calling her.
"Hi Sharon. Sorry I didn't pick up, I was a bit busy."
"That's OK. I was just calling to see how you are, after yesterday. How did it go?"
"It was good. Well more than good actually! As well as Phil I had GFE with Don. And that was fantastic. The best sex I have had for a while, and I got paid for it too. I was a very happy girl, I can tell you!"
"Phil called me earlier to say how much he enjoyed you. And he told me you did Don as well. Yes, that guy does know what he's doing doesn't he? Aren't you the slutty one!" teased Sharon.
"I guess I got a bit carried away, I was so excited by it all. I hadn't realised GFE would have to be bareback. I am going to have to go the clinic tomorrow to get checked out."
"What! You did it bareback? Sarah, he tricked you. You only ever go unprotected with your explicit agreement. GFE is no different."
"Oh, I didn't realise. I was so carried away I forgot all about a condom, until I felt him cumming inside me. It was only then he told me it was part of GFE, what he'd paid for!"
"That wasn't very nice of him. I might have to strike him off my list of regulars."
"Anyway," said Sharon, changing the subject "the thing is do you want to do it some more?"
"Oh yes, absolutely," said Sarah, eagerly "I can't wait."
"Well, we need to get together again and I can tell you how it works. When can we meet?"
"I am coming into town tomorrow to go to the clinic. I am going to spend my ill-gotten gains as well, buy that dress for a start. Perhaps we could shop and have lunch together?"
"That sounds great. Shall we say eleven o'clock in the cafe?"
"Perfect, see you tomorrow," said Sarah.
Sarah Has To Masturbate Again.
Sarah continued with her housework, but still couldn't stop thinking about sex, and it wasn't long before she was back on the bed, panties off, masturbating again. This time she was thinking about what the future might hold for her, in her new part-time job as a prostitute.
She thought about all those unknown men who she was going to strip off for, who were going to see her naked body. How many men were going to pay to use her, to fuck her, to enjoy her. Her job now was to service men, any men, provided they paid. The thought of it had her intensely aroused.
She had another orgasm, fantasising about an elderly man finishing in her, after fucking her for a long time, getting his money's worth of her. She pictured herself taking off his filled condom and dropping it in the waste bin, along with the three others already in there. She told him he had taken too long and would have to leave quickly - as she had another customer waiting! This whoring fantasy, starring her, gave her another shattering orgasm.
She was exhausted and must have dozed off, and some time later woke with a start to find herself lying there, naked from the waist down, legs spread, pussy all sticky. She saw, with alarm, that she had only 15 minutes to get to the school gates. No time for a shower, just a quick tidy up and clean panties, the third pair of the day.
Sarah Learns More About Her New Job.
The next day Sarah went for her check-up at the clinic, and was told the results would be texted to her tomorrow. She then met up with Sharon and they spent a happy hour shopping, Sarah finally buying the dress she had her eye on.
"How are you going to explain that to Dave?" asked Sharon.
"I've already thought of that. I'll tell him I had one of those instant wins on the lottery. I'll say it was £200. I'm not sure how I'll account for my future earnings, though. But I'll sort something out."
"Lets go to the pub and have a drink, and we can talk about how we can go about things," suggested Sharon.
They ordered a glass of wine each and found a corner table at the far end of the bar, where they were less likely to be overheard.
"If you remember, I told you we have a friend who got us started on this," said Sharon. "She is called Jen and she rents a flat, well a bedsit really, that we all share for our work. We divide the rent between us. If you come in with us, we can divide it four ways."
"How much is it each?" asked Sarah.
"Well we pay in kind, not with money."
"How do you mean, pay in kind?" asked Sarah, puzzled.
"Well, the landlord gets a freebie with one of us," explained Sharon.
"Oh, you mean sex?"
"Exactly."
