The Day That Changed Sarah

This continues directly from Part2. I recommend you read 'The Day That Changed Sarah' and 'The Day That Changed Sarah Part2' first.

On Friday night, as usual, Dave came back from the pub fairly drunk, and had sex with Sarah. She complied, just to keep him happy. But although he was as selfish as he usually was on a Friday night, she actually quite enjoyed it and managed to have a small orgasm.

The memory of the backseat blowjob she had given to a stranger earlier in the day, and thoughts of what she would be doing on Tuesday (Whore-day as she thought of it) had turned her on more than Dave's perfunctory fucking of her.

She also got a good feeling of vengeance when he kissed her, putting his tongue where another man's cock had been only a few hours before. She remembered, two weeks ago, the day that changed her. How he had got her to suck him off and she had realised she was tasting another woman's cunt. Not only had he been fucking someone else, but he hadn't even had the decency to wash her filthy juices off his cock before coming to bed. On top of the way he had taken her for granted for so long, that was the final straw. Hurt and humiliation had given way to anger and a determination that things were going to be different from here on. Sarah was a changed woman now.

The next day Sarah got her results from the STD clinic -- all clear. It was a big relief, and she was going to make sure, in future, that she didn't put herself at risk again by having unprotected sex with a paying customer. The rest of her weekend was uneventful, just normal family stuff, but her thoughts kept returning to sex, and the extraordinary and exciting decision she had made to become a prostitute.

On Monday she was on tenterhooks, waiting for Sharon to call her and tell her about the arrangements for Tuesday/Whore-day. She called around lunch time as promised.

"Hi Sarah. Still up for Tuesday?"

"Definitely, I am permanently horny just thinking about it" said Sarah with a giggle. "What have you got planned for me?" she asked excitedly.

"We will meet at the flat at 10.30. Can you make it for then?"

"Sure, no problem."

Sharon told her the address.

"I will tell you all you need to know then. I've got four appointments arranged for you. The first will be at 11.00. You will need to bring your own supplies -- condoms, lube, tissues, wet-wipes, something to drink, whatever you think you might need. You can leave stuff there when you've finished, so you won't have to take them home with you."

"OK, great, you think of everything. How should I dress?"

"I would suggest just sexy bra and panties and a robe. Stockings if you want and a bit more makeup than usual. But you don't really need to dress up. You are not going to have to seduce these guys. They will be all horny and worked up when they arrive. They'll have been thinking all morning about the treat in store for them, and will be ready to have their way with you without any encouragement. Anyway, whatever you wear, it is going to be off you pretty quick, I promise!"

"Ok, that's fine. I'll be ready for them!" said Sarah. "By the way" she added "I really enjoyed seeing you on Friday. I hope we can do it again soon."

"Me too," agreed Sharon "I look forward to it. See you tomorrow."

Monday evening, after the children were in bed and Dave was watching TV, she had a long session in the bathroom, preparing herself for her customers. An hour later, shaved, showered, plucked and pampered she admired herself in the mirror.

"Yes" she thought, running her hands up and down her lovely body "you're looking pretty good. A lot of guys are going to enjoy you tomorrow. What do you think of that Dave?"

She fingered herself to a much needed release, standing in front of the mirror, looking at the view that her clients were soon going to be seeing.

Whoreday Arrives.

Sarah woke up, excited at what the day held for her. But it was the usual hectic start to the day, so she didn't have much chance to think about it. At the school gates Moira, one of the other mothers she sometimes chatted with, wanted to talk. But Sarah had to apologise and said she had to go, as she had a busy day ahead of her. She wondered what her reaction would have been if she had said that she was working today as a prostitute, and 'busy' meant that she had a client list of four men, who she had to satisfy sexually, before she could go home to her husband and children!

She went home, packed a tote bag with the things she would need. She had to go to a pharmacy to get the items Sharon had recommended, but didn't want to go the local one, where they knew her, as that would be a bit embarrassing. She would get what she needed in town.

She arrived at the address of the flat and found Sharon waiting outside for her. She took her up to the first floor and let her into the flat.

"Well, here you are. Your new work place!" she said.

Sarah looked around. It was small but seemed clean and tidy and had everything she would need. A bathroom with shower, toilet and wash basin. A small kitchen area with microwave, electric kettle and fridge, a few items of furniture and, of course, a double bed.

Sarah leaned over and tested the mattress with her hand.

"So this is where the action takes place," she said, briefly imagining all the times that Sharon, Chrissy and Jen had been fucked on it. And, in a short while, her too.

"Yep, that's where it all happens!" said Sharon with a smile.

"And this is for your things" she said, opening a drawer in a dresser, "And towels are in the cupboard. Someone comes in twice a week to clean and do the laundry. The landlord organises that as part of our arrangement with him."

There was a bedside cabinet too and Sharon opened its drawer showing her the rape alarm and pepper spray inside it.

"I don't want to worry you. I have never had to use these, as the men are all known to us, or come recommended. But we have these just in case."

"Here is the price list. We all stick to the same prices as it makes things easier."

Sarah took the piece of paper and checked out what she would be getting for her sexual services.

Half hour, Oral - £50

Half hour, sex with optional oral - £70

Kissing or massage - £10 extra

One hour GFE - £100

"That all looks fine," said Sarah

"It doesn't list anal," added Sharon, "as not all of us like to do it. Those that do will only do it with selected clients. It needs to be booked in advance, so you can prepare yourself. If you choose to do it you can negotiate your own price. But we consider this to be a 'special', so I would suggest £100 minimum. We don't do any BDSM stuff, but if you want to let them spank you, that is up to you. Again negotiate your own price."

"Oh, OK, " said Sarah with a nervous laugh, "I don't think I'm up for that though."

"Finally here is your client list for the day" said Sharon, handing her another sheet of paper. "I have left you 30 minutes between appointments. That allows for overruns and gives you time for a rest and a clean up."

Sharon looked at her watch. "I'd better get going. The first one should be arriving in 15 minutes. Anything else you need to know?"

"No, I think you've covered everything. Thanks Sharon, you've been great."

"OK, well I will have my phone on all day. Call me if you have any problems or need to know anything else." She gave Sarah a hug and a kiss on the cheek and headed for the door.

When Sharon had left she looked around the room again -- her own one-woman brothel she thought. She was excited, but a bit apprehensive, at what was going to happen there today. She suddenly remembered that she didn't have much time before the first man arrived, and she needed to get ready. She checked out the list.

Jack, for 30 minutes, was the first.

She put the lube and tissues on the bedside cabinet, together with half a dozen condoms. She put the rest of the box into her drawer, together with her spare underwear. Next she spread a towel on the bed, which had just a sheet on it. Finally she put her bottles of water and orange juice in the fridge.

She then took off her outdoor clothes, stripping down to just bra and panties. She had decided not to wear stockings. She went to the bathroom and touched up her makeup and hair. Standing in front of the mirror she tweaked her nipples through the bra. They perked up instantly, looking enticing for her first customer, she thought. She slipped her fingers inside her panties, giving her already moist pussy a quick stroking, to get herself ready for him.

Just for a moment she had her doubts, looking at herself in the mirror..

"Will he like me, will I be good enough for him?" she asked herself. But with her pretty face, her full breasts, her creamy, flawless skin and her beautiful long legs she knew it was unlikely that he wouldn't want her.

"Yes," she said to herself, getting her confidence back, "this guy is going to be in for a treat, girl, that's for sure."

Just then the entry phone buzzed. Her heart leapt into her mouth.

"It's him!"

She crossed to the wall where the phone was and pressed the button.

"Hello?"

"Jack here, Sharon arranged for me to visit you."

"Oh sure, Jack. Come on up. You know the way?"

"Sure, I know it well."

Sarah quickly put on her robe and tweaked her nipples a couple more times.

"Ready and raring to go, you slutty woman!" she thought.

She heard footsteps on the landing and then a knock at the door. She opened it halfway, and quickly ushered him in.

First Customer -- The Jack Rabbit.

"Hi Jack, I'm Sarah," she said, getting her first look at the man who, very soon, was going to be fucking her. He was slim and only about as tall as her, late 30's or early 40's she thought. He was dressed in leather jacket, a Motorhead t-shirt and jeans. He was trying to look younger than he was, she thought.

"Hi Sarah, Sharon told me someone new was working here and I couldn't wait to meet you," he replied, as his eyes roamed over her. The usual inspection, which she was coming to expect.

"I've got you down for a half-hour session. What I can do for you?" she asked,

He obviously liked what he saw. "What I need is a really good fuck" he said, eagerly and to the point.

"Well, Jack, I think I can help you there!" said Sarah in what she hoped was a seductive voice.

"If we could get the money sorted out, then I will be all yours."

Jack obviously knew the score as he had the money ready in his pocket and handed it over to her.

"Thanks. Get undressed and I will see what I can do about this" she said, her hand dropping down to give his already hard cock a rub and a squeeze.

She put the money in her drawer and turned round to see him throwing off his clothes as fast as he could. His eyes were on her as she slowly took off the robe, revealing herself to him. She then turned her back to him and unhooked her bra, slipping the straps off her shoulders and, slowly, down her arms, before tossing it onto the chair. She gave it a moment and turned round to face him, her hands coyly cupping her breasts.

"Drop your arms, let's see what you've got," demanded Jack.

She did as he asked and stood there naked, apart from her panties, on display for her client.

"Wow, great!" he said reaching with both hands for her breasts, "Sharon said you were beautiful and she was right."

He fondled them for a minute or so, before letting them go and frantically getting rid of the rest of his clothes.

"I can't wait any longer Sarah, I've got to fuck you right now!"

She slipped off her panties and lay down on the bed.

He threw himself down next to her.

"Give me a condom!" he said.

She did as asked and watched as he quickly, and expertly, put it on. Lying on her side facing him, she rubbed a glob of lube on his condom covered cock. She was about to ask him what position he wanted her in, when he pushed her, impatiently, onto her back. She had her answer!

She immediately spread her legs wide, offering her cunt to him. He was on top of her in a shot. Holding his rigid cock in his hand he rubbed it along her moist slit a couple of times, searching for her entrance. Quickly finding it he shoved it into her, and in a couple of hard thrusts was sheathed fully in her.

"Oh fuck that's good," he cried out, and, straight away, started pumping her, hard and fast.

This was not sophisticated sex, this was primal, animalistic rutting. A man desperate to get his rocks off, and hers was simply the body he was using for that purpose.

She realised there wasn't much she needed to do. No encouragement needed for this horny guy. She just clung on to him as he pounded her, every powerful thrust making her gasp. She knew she was not going to cum, but being treated in this way gave her a thrill. She was a whore and this was her work.

He didn't last very long, maybe ten minutes or so, but he never stopped or slowed down. He just relentlessly hammered into her. It started to get uncomfortable for her, having his cock banging into her so vigorously, and she was wondering how much more of it she could take. But at that point his fucking became even harder and faster, if that were possible, and with loud groans and a triumphal cry, he came, unloading all his pent up semen into his condom.

"Phew! You certainly needed that, didn't you," said Sarah once she'd got her breath back.

"I did, that's for sure. You're a great fuck" he said, rolling off her.

She figured that, for a whore, it was a compliment!

"Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it," said Sarah, smiling sweetly as she took his condom off with a tissue, and dropped it in the waste bin at the side of the bed.

He got up and started to get dressed.

"Anything else you'd like to do? You've got another ten minutes left" she asked.

"No, I'm good, all done. Just what I needed. I'll be back though, that's for sure."

Once he had left Sarah got up shakily from the bed and went to the bathroom.

"Oh my, oh my, that was really something. Not quite what I expected" she thought, "I don't think I've ever been banged quite that hard before."

Her pussy felt a little bit bruised and sore after its pounding.

"I hope they're not all going to be like that or I'll never last the day!"

She cleaned up a bit, re-did her makeup and hair, and put her bra, panties and robe back on. She sat on the bed drinking some juice and waiting for her next client -- Chris for thirty minutes, according to the list. She noticed that Sharon had added the comment 'Nice guy'.

Twelve o'clock exactly, the phone buzzed and she let him in.

Second Customer -- Cumming With Chris.

Chris was around fifty, Sarah thought. A little bit taller than her, and seemed to be in reasonably good shape. Dark hair greying around the temples and wearing a suit and tie. He looked like he was an office worker, maybe some sort of manager, married probably, and getting up to a bit of mischief in his lunch break.

They introduced themselves.

"So, what would you like to do with me for your half hour, Chris?" Sarah asked.

"Sex with kissing, if that's OK."

"That sounds good to me. With kissing is £80, but you probably know that!"

"Yes, for sure," he replied, handing her the money.

She turned to go and put the money in her drawer, but he took hold of her arm and turned her back to him. Pulling her close he leaned into her and kissed her on the mouth.

"Oh!" exclaimed Sarah, surprised at the suddeness of it.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her again, this time long and deep. She didn't know how long it lasted, but it felt good and she settled into it, kissing him back with growing enthusiasm.

His hands were exploring her body as he kissed her, running down her back and caressing the lovely curves of her hips and bottom. His rapidly hardening cock pressed into the gentle swell of her belly.

"Mmm, this is nice," said Sarah, between kisses. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the money still clutched in her hand. She pressed herself against him, and raised herself up on her toes so her mound could rub against his cock.

As he continued to kiss her he dexterously stripped her of her robe and bra. His kisses now descended from her mouth to her neck, her shoulders and finally to her breasts. His hands fondling them as he sucked on the hard buds of her nipples.

"Oh, this is more like it" thought Sarah, as his skillful attentions brought her to a high state of arousal. She squeezed and stroked his cock, discovering it to be not only hard but very thick.

"Panties off and on the bed, Sarah," he said, deciding he could wait no longer.

"Oh, yes sir, right away!" she said, giggling at her mock submissiveness.

She did as he said and lay there naked, before realising that she was still holding the money.

"Could I look more like a whore," she thought, before leaning over and putting it on the bedside cabinet, and picking up one of the condoms.

She stroked her moist pussy as she watched him undress, waiting to see if his cock was as thick as it felt. It was - average length she thought, but thicker and meatier than any she had had so far.

He lay down next to her.

"Put the condom on," he instructed.

She took his erect cock in her hand, stroking it a few times, discovering that her fingers did not meet around its girth. She fitted the condom on, with some difficulty, thinking maybe she should buy some larger ones next time.

"On all fours please Sarah."

"Mmmm, are you going to do me doggy?" asked Sarah as she got into position, "I like that."

"I am indeed, my lovely whore."

She looked just perfect he thought, so inviting, just kneeling there, his for the taking. What could be better? He fondled the beautiful curves of her hips and buttocks, before sliding his hand down between her legs and across the hot, wet folds of her pussy.

"Somebody is all nice and ready aren't they?" he said teasingly as he put first one and then two fingers inside her.

"Yes, yes, I'm all ready for your big fat cock. I want it in me, so bad, Chris," she moaned. She rocked back rhythmically, desperately trying to get his fingers even deeper into her aching cunt, as he worked her towards an orgasm.

She was so wet she could hear the squishing sound as he expertly fingered her.

"Ah!" she cried, "Aaaah, Aaaaaaaah! Oh fuck, I'm cumming, don't stop Chris, please don't stop!"

He carried on, working her relentlessly, expertly, until wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body.

"Oh fuck. Oh that's so good," as her body shuddered and writhed through her orgasm, impaled on his fingers.

She collapsed flat on the bed, gasping for breath as the last tremors subsided.

"That was fantastic Chris. Phew, I didn't expect that."

He gave her a couple of minutes to calm down a bit. But, realising that he didn't have much more time, he gripped her hips and pulled her up into position again.

"My turn now Sarah" he said, pushing the bulbous head of his cock into her waiting cunt.

"Ouff! " she exhaled as she was stretched wide.

Gently but firmly he pushed his thick cock fully into her, gripping her hips to hold her in place. It was a tight fit but he had prepared her well.

"Oooooh, your so big. Oh fuck, I feel so full," she cried.

He fucked her, with slow, steady, but powerful strokes. Sarah was loving it and knew that another orgasm was on the way for her. He slid one hand up the long, smooth, sweep of her back to her shoulders and gently pushed her down, so her face lay against the sheet again. Her back was curved beautifully, and her rump positioned even more prominently, pressing back into his belly. He was speeding up now and his thrusts were going deeper inside her. Both hands slid down her sides to hold her tits, jiggling beneath her with each of his thrusts.

The strong, relentless pistoning of his thick cock, his appreciative grunts and groans, together with the grip he now had on her breasts, soon pushed her over the edge.