This continues directly from Part3. I recommend you read 'The Day That Changed Sarah' and 'The Day That Changed Sarah Part2 and Part3' first.
Sharon and Sarah sat at a corner table in the pub with their glasses of wine. It was not yet lunch time so it was quiet and they would not be overheard.
"So tell me all about it" said Sharon "how did it go on Tuesday?"
Tuesday was the day that Sarah, a married woman, had her first session in the work flat. She had sex for money with four complete strangers.
"It went really well. I don't understand it, but I really loved it. I think you've unleashed something in me Sharon."
"The first guy, Jack, was a bit too vigorous." she continued. "I was sore by the time he finished, and I still had three more to go!"
"Oh yeah, Jack, He can be a bit like that," agreed Sharon. "I think he takes something before he visits -- a line of coke probably."
"OK, that might explain it. Luckily the next one, Chris, was better -- MUCH better!" Sarah said with a lascivious grin.
"You got off with him didn't you? You slutty thing, you! But he is one of the few that can do that to me as well."
"Yes, he said how much he liked you, Sharon. He said that next time he wanted to have me for an hour, so he could 'do all the things I do with Sharon'. I'm not sure what he was hinting at, but I think I'd like it!"
"Well, he usually has me for an hour, and let's just say he is rather good with his tongue. It's not only him who is satisfied when he has finished with me!"
"Mmmm, I definitely like the sounds of that. But Chris wasn't the only one that was good for me," added Sarah.
"You mean Simon? He's never done much for me, just a job of work."
"Errr, no, not Simon... " murmured Sarah, hesitantly.
"Well who then? The only other one you had was James."
Sarah looked down at the table, hiding her red face in her hands.
"No! Sarah, you can't mean James. No... Surely not!"
"Mmm, yes, James." muttered Sarah embarrassed.
"I wasn't mocking you, darling. I'm just surprised, I mean he's such an unlikely guy for that isn't he?" Sharon said stroking Sarah's arm.
"I know he is. I mean I can't think of anyone less suitable to have sex with. He's fat, bald, red-faced and seventy years old! I kept telling myself that it was just a job of work, I wasn't expecting to enjoy it. But somehow my body took over, and he worked me up to an orgasm. And then later another two, or maybe more, I don't remember. I got totally carried away with it."
"Wow, Sarah, I'm amazed. But sex is a funny thing and sometimes things take their own course, regardless. But James... "
"I've thought about it a lot since then, trying to understand it," continued Sarah. "I think it wasn't just him but the whole situation I am in now. I mean I have been monogamous for eight years. I was a good, faithful wife, only ever having sex with my husband. And in the last two weeks I have had sex, in some form, with seven different men. And been paid for it each time. It has been a whole new and incredibly exciting experience for me."
Sarah paused and took another sip of her wine before going on.
"It's like I've suddenly discovered my inner slut. I think about sex all the time. I masturbate every day, several times some days. I was excited for days anticipating my first session at the flat. And after having Jack and Chris I was just so aroused that I think anyone would have done it for me. Does that sound weird?"
"No, not at all. For me it is usually just a job, with occasional satisfaction with someone like Chris. But Chrissy says she gets off with her clients a lot more often than me. You seem more like her, I guess."
Sarah felt a bit reassured to hear that she was not alone in her reactions.
"The thing is, to begin with, I found him pretty repulsive, really off-putting. But, as he got going with me, that somehow just provided an added stimulous. I got so carried away he could have done pretty much anything he wanted. As it was he left a lot of marks on me. I think I must be a bit of a masochist. Revulsion, humiliation and a high state of arousal were all mixed up together in one incredibly intense experience!"
"Would you see him again?" asked Sharon, holding Sarah's hand.
"I don't know. I mean I guess so. It's my job isn't it?"
"Yes, sure, but would you want to?"
As Sarah drank the rest of her wine she had a vision of herself pinned beneath James, his great weight pressing her into the bed as he fucked her, his fat, red, sweating face looming over her.
She remembered, too, the way she had ridden him, draped across the big mound of his belly. The way she had kissed him over and over again. And how her breasts had hung down over him, and how he had mauled, sucked and bit them with her encouragement, leaving them bruised and sore.
A hot wave of embarrassment mixed with arousal flushed through her, and she knew that she would be seeing James again at the next opportunity.
"Yes... Yes, I think I would" whispered Sarah, both shame and desire apparent in her reply
Sarah's next session at the flat.
The next Tuesday found Sarah at the work flat again, ready and prepared for her first client. The children were at school, her husband at work and she had excitedly adopted her alternative persona as a whore.
She was dressed in her working clothes - a lacy bra, panties and a robe, her makeup a bit heavier than normal. She had put a handful of condoms, a box of tissues and lube on the bedside cabinet. She sat on the bed waiting to see who would walk through that door, the first of several men that she would be having sex with that day. Black or white, old or young, fat or thin, coarse or cultured, she would be taking their money and servicing them all.
Her tension and excitement was almost unbearable. She had been thinking about this moment for days and now it was about to happen. She was hoping that her first client would give her a really good fucking. She wanted to be brought to a badly needed climax, to take the edge off her
hyper-arousal.
When he arrived she found he was a tall, slim man in his fifties called Martin. He seemed OK, but she could hardly hide her disappointment when he said he wanted a massage and a blowjob, not a fuck. But she was a professional now, and it was all about what the customer wanted, not her.
"I will be happy to do that for you, Martin," she said with an enticing smile. "That will be £50, including the massage."
She had no training as a masseuse, but most women know instinctively what is required for an erotic massage. He lay, naked, on his front, and she straddled him, wearing only her panties. After a couple of minutes of rubbing his back she moved to his legs. At the top of his thighs she could see his balls squashed up beneath him, and stroked and squeezed them. He moaned and brought up his knees so that his genitals were raised clear of the bed, giving her better access to them. She slid her long, soft fingers along the length of his hard cock. She elicited further appreciative moans as she caressed his erection.
