The Day That Changed Sarah

This continues directly from Part4. I recommend you read 'The Day That Changed Sarah' and 'The Day That Changed Sarah Part2, Part3 and Part4' first.

Sarah entered the pub and, looking down the room, saw Sharon already sitting at their usual table in the alcove at the end. As she approached the table Sharon leapt up and threw her arms around her, hugging her close to her and planting a longer than usual kiss on her cheek.

Sarah hugged her back, feeling her firm tits pressing into hers.

"And it's lovely to see you too Sharon!" she said laughing, pleased at the show of affection from her new friend. She was also the woman who had introduced Sarah, a married woman, to her new job as a part-time prostitute.

There were two glasses of white wine on the table already. They hadn't seen each other for two weeks, as Sharon had been unwell, and they caught up between sips of wine.

"So how have you been, are you better now?" asked Sarah.

"Yes a lot better. I think it was a touch of flu. I felt terrible. Fortunately my sister was able to help looking after Tamara."

Tamarah is her six year old daughter.

"And as you know I have not been able to work. I've had over two weeks without sex, I don't know when was the last time that happened!" she said with a dirty laugh.

"Thanks for taking on James on Friday. He phoned me the next day to say how much he'd enjoyed his afternoon with you. How did you get on with him yourself?"

James was the man that Sharon saw in his hotel room, as an escort, once a month. Sarah had stood in for her on Friday.

"Well it wasn't exactly a hardship! Food, wine, a nice hotel room, conversation and good sex -- LOTS of good sex!" Sarah said with a giggle. "And £300 in my purse at the end of it. Win, win. I'll happily do it again, any time you want me to."

"About that. James said he'd discussed with you about having both of us together next time."

"Well, not discussed exactly. He said it was something he'd like to do, but I thought it was just sex talk. You know, caught up in the moment. I said I didn't know if I could do that and didn't think you would. And you know what he said?"

"No, but I can guess."

"He said 'Don't bank on it, you don't know my Sharon like I do'."

Sharon laughed. "Dirty old bugger, but he's not wrong."

"You mean you would consider it, seeing him both together?"

"Oh yes, with you for sure," said Sharon reaching for Sarah's hand and stroking it as she looked intently into her eyes. "What else did he say?"

"He said how much he'd like to see us on the bed together. His two beautiful women, one black one white, lying naked alongside each other, was how he put it." Sarah blushed as she said it.

"Oh yeah? And then?" asked Sharon teasingly, wanting Sarah to say more. "Go on," she said, squeezing her hand.

"He said he would do us both, taking it in turns with us!"

"Sounds interesting. Anything else?"

"Mmmm, he said ... err .... that we could do ... you know ....," stammered Sarah, too embarrassed to say it.

"Do what Sarah?", said Sharon, softly stroking Sarah's arm.

Sarah took a deep breath. "We could maybe do a bit of, you know, girl on girl action for him!" she blurted out.

"Did he indeed? You're blushing!" teased Sharon, stroking her reddened cheek. "And how would you feel about that, darling?"

"I don't know to be honest. I mean I've never been with another woman before. It's something I'd need to think about."

"Have you ever kissed another woman?"

"Yes, once in college. Drunk at a party I let my best friend kiss me."

"Did you like it?"

"I think I did, yes, although as I said I was pretty drunk, and don't remember that well. But that was all that happened."

"Do you think you'd like me to kiss you?"

"Well if I was to kiss another woman I can't think of anyone I'd like better to do it with," admitted Sarah.

"Maybe that's something we can do later then. Not here obviously!" she said smiling and glancing around the room that was filling up now with the lunch time crowd.

"Have you been with a woman Sharon?" asked Sarah.

"Yes, sure. Me and Chrissy get together occasionally. I mean we have sex with so many men, it is kind of nice to make love with a woman sometimes."

Sarah had met Chrissy a couple of times and was surprised to hear that. But the thought of the two of them having sex together had a rather arousing effect on her.

"So would you be willing to see James together then? He's very keen on the idea and said he would pay us both £300."

"Wow, tempting. Yes, I think I would like to do it. I'd have to think about the other part though."

"OK, I understand. I'll tell him we'll do it, but we'll make no promises about what exactly we will do together. How's that?"

"Ok, sounds good," said Sarah.

"We'd better order lunch now," said Sharon, thinking it was maybe time to change the subject.

As they ate their fish and chips they talked about other things -- their children, their social life, books they'd read, films they'd seen, the normal conversation of two friends. But what they'd been talking about before was never far from Sarah's mind. She wondered whether Sharon had noticed that her nipples were hard, or could guess how moist her pussy had become.

At one point Sharon's leg pressed against her's. Neither of them of them felt the need to move, they just sat there, comfortable to be touching each other in that way. At one point Sharon put her hand on Sarah's bare thigh, leaving it there for a few moments before giving it a little stroke and returning her hand to the table. It felt nice, thought Sarah, and left her wondering whether she could end up having sex with her sometime

Before they left Sharon brought up the subject of their sex work again. She told her that she would call her on Monday, as usual, to give her her work schedule for Tuesday, Sarah's regular day of whoring in the work flat.

"Because I've been out of action for a while I'm a bit behind with my regulars. Would you be OK to take on five, or maybe even six, instead of your usual four? Would you be up to that?"

Five or six, thought Sarah. That was a lot, but whoring was not only about the money for her, it still gave her a thrill when she did it. Taking on so many customers in one day would be a new experience. A jolt of excitement passed through her at the though of it, and she knew she wanted to do it.

"Wow, that's a lot for me, but a first time for everything I guess! OK, I'll give it a go."

"Thanks Sarah, that's great. I'll let you know who I have got lined up for you. Also, I'm sorry, but it will also be your turn to pay the rent next week. What day would be good for you?"

The arrangement with the flat was that they paid the rent with sex. Once a week either Jen, Chrissy, Sharon and now Sarah, would spend an hour with the Indian landlord. This would be Sarah's first time with him.

"How about Thursday, late morning or early afternoon would be best."

"Good, I'll arrange it with him and confirm with you."

"Phew, It sounds like a busy week for me then," said Sarah with a chuckle.

They left the pub and walked to the multi-story car park, and got into the lift together. As soon as the door closed Sharon turned to her, wrapped her arms about her and pressed her lips against hers. Sarah was taken by surprise but didn't move away, accepting the kiss.

Sharon pulled back and looked at her to see if she was OK with it. She could see that she was and moved in again for a fuller kiss. Sharon had full, soft lips and Sarah melted into the kiss. And when she felt the first tentative licks of her tongue she automatically opened her mouth and met her tongue with her own. To Sarah it felt nice. Very nice.

They were both so much into it that they didn't notice that the lift had arrived at their floor. The door had slid open, and a couple were standing there looking at them in amazement.

"Sorry ladies, are we interrupting something?" said the man with a smirk on his face. His eyes running over the two of them holding each other close.

The woman was unsmiling and looked disapproving.

"Excuse me, but we want to go down. Perhaps you could do that elsewhere!" she said sarcastically.

"Whoops, sorry," said Sharon, "got a bit carried away!" Holding Sarah's arm she ushered her out of the lift, the two of them giggling like school girls as they hurried out.

"Wow, that was so hot!" the guy called after them.

"The black girl looked like she wanted to 'go down' as well," he sniggered to his wife.

Sarah spent the weekend with her husband and children, once again a 'normal' wife and mother, after her weekly excursion into her life as a prostitute. Her mind kept returning to the afternoon she spent in the hotel room as an escort. And also to the kiss that Sharon had given her. She was thinking too about what that may lead to, especially as she had agreed to do a threesome with her and James, the hotel room guy.

Although she still could not forgive Dave, her husband, for the way he had treated her ( see part1) she was starting to have sex with him again. She was hyper-sexual these days. All the new experiences she was having in her alternative life as a whore meant she was easily aroused at any time of day or night. As well as occasional sex with Dave she had never masturbated as much as she did now. She was doing it every day, at least once, often more.

Six men for Sarah.

She woke up on Tuesday excited at the thought of the day ahead. Sharon had arranged for her to have six customers, instead of her usual four. She was a bit apprehensive at the thought of having so many men in one day, but it would be stretching her boundaries, and was something she wanted to do.

The day went well, although she was exhausted by the end of it. Her pussy was sore, after having catered to so many cocks. It had been worked so hard, cock after cock, after cock shoving into her, thrusting and pumping at her. She had never been fucked so much before. Her breasts ached from being pawed at so much and her nipples were tender from being pinched and pulled at all day. Various muscles were complaining at all the extra work they had been put through.

It had been the usual random mix of men, old, young, fat, thin. But what they all had in common, when they knocked at her door, was that they had money in their pockets, and hard cocks in their trousers. They were all eager to get their hands on her naked body and to thrust their dicks inside her. She gave them all what they wanted and sent them away happy, like a good whore should do.

She got the satisfaction of a job well done and cash in her hand, as well as having orgasms with two of them. The first was a fairly good looking man in his 30's. The second was much older, around seventy she thought. He was tall, skinny, bald and reminded her, rather disturbingly, of her grandfather. This was the second time she had cum with a client so much older than herself. In fact, like the first of them, she had got pretty carried away and cum several times with him. She wondered whether she was developing a sort of fetish about older men. She thought too, as she did before, that perhaps she had discovered a masochistic streak in herself, getting off on old men who she found totally unattractive.

Paying the rent.

Sarah had one day to recover before she had to meet with the landlord and pay her share of the rent.

Sharon had said he was an Indian guy, married in his forties. He was some sort of small business man with his finger in many different pies. Some of them rumoured to be a bit shady. She said she didn't like him very much, but the arrangement with the flat was a good one and they all had to take their turn with him.

She arrived at the flat a bit before the appointed time and got herself ready. Having put the final touches to her sluttier-than-normal makeup she was in the bathroom, giving her pussy a quick fingering to help get herself ready, when she heard a key in the door as he let himself in. She was caught by surprise as her clients normally knocked. But of course he had his own key and didn't bother with that. She quickly wiped her fingers and went out to meet him.

He was as Sharon said in his mid-forties, medium height, slim, clean shaven, light brown skin and black hair.

"Hi, Mr Choudury, I'm Sarah," she said smiling at him.

"So, you are the new whore," he said, no return smile, he just ran his eyes up and down over her body.

"Err, yes, that's me," she said with a nervous laugh, a little taken aback by his coolness.

"Well I guess you'll make a change from the others" he said condescendingly. "Get your clothes off then and let's see what you've got."

Sarah thought she could see why Sharon didn't like him much. But, as always, she was here to please and she shrugged off her robe, unhooked her bra, and stood there while he inspected her. His hands cupped and hefted her breasts, and pulled roughly on her nipples, which hardened up instantly. He grunted in what she thought was an approving fashion, before turning her round. He stroked her back and shoulders, and squeezed her buttocks. He seemed to be satisfied and turned her back round. He caressed her stomach and thighs before putting his hand inside her panties, sliding his fingers along her damp slit.

"Hmm, not bad" he said when he had finished examining her.

"Stay there" he instructed her, as he undressed.

She wasn't feeling very comfortable, just standing there nearly naked, waiting to see what he wanted of her. This was different from her normal interactions with her clients, when mostly she took control from the start. If they wanted to be assertive, or even a bit domineering, she might let them, but it was always with her permission. This was not the same thing though. He had taken control from the word go. She felt cross and humiliated being treated in such a disparaging way. But strangely she felt that she was getting turned on by it. The masochistic streak she had discovered in herself was being ignited again.

"Mr Choudury, you need to be a bit more respectful, please," she said hesitantly.

"Be quiet. You are a prostitute and you are here to pay the rent with your body. Isn't that right?"

"Well, yes but ...."

He interrupted her. "So if you want to continue using my flat to sell yourself you need to get on your knees and suck me off."

"Oh, yes, sorry," she said submissively.

Obediently she dropped to her knees in front of him, and stroked his semi-hard cock to full erection.

She put on the condom, took his cock into her mouth and started working on him. As usual giving oral was a big turn on for her, and she bobbed up and down on his stiff member with increasing enthusiasm. Normally she would lie on the bed when she gave oral to a client, but being on her knees, on the floor, made her feel even more submissive.

"That's better, you can't talk with your mouth full," he said with a chuckle.

After a couple of minutes of her pleasuring him his phone started to ring. He withdrew his cock from her mouth and took the two steps to the chair where he had left his phone. As he took the call he beckoned her to come to him. She shuffled forward on her knees, until she was in position in front of him again. He pointed at his cock as he continued to talk into the phone, clearly wanting her to continue sucking him.

Obediently she resumed her task, thinking how weird it was to be sucking a guys cock while he had a phone conversation, but it seemed to add to her arousal to be humiliated in this way.

"I have to go now, there is something I need to finish here" he said shortly, ending the call.

He returned his attention to her and, putting his hands on her head, he started fucking her mouth in rhythm with her bobbing.

"Mmm, you suck cock well. But then I expect you get lots of practice," he said sneeringly.

She moaned as she continued sucking him.

"I think you're enjoying that aren't you? What a dirty little slut you are," he jeered at her.

She was totally turned on now, and pulled off his cock.

"I am Mr Choudury, I'm such a slut, and I'm loving it. I love having your cock in my mouth."

"Yeah, you love having any man's cock in your mouth. It doesn't matter whose to a whore like you."

She put it back in and re-doubled her efforts to please him and to get him off. She was tempted to pull the condom off and have him cum in her mouth, but held herself back.

A couple more minutes of their joint effort and he was cumming hard, grunting as he emptied himself into the condom. The filled teat tickled the back of her throat as he held his softening cock in her mouth a little longer before pulling out.

After she had removed the filled condom he told her get him something to drink. When she returned with a glass of water he was lying on the bed, with his smart phone in his hand. She gave him the drink and lay down next to him. She wasn't sure what to do now. He was absorbed in his phone again, busy typing into it, ignoring her. This degree of indifference was new to her. Normally her clients couldn't leave her alone. She felt disappointed and a little bit offended, even though she was just paying the rent.

But she was horny too now, just lying there naked, waiting for him to use her again. She started masturbating. He paused and looked at what she was doing. He smirked as he watched for a few moments before returning to his phone.

"Business," he said, "but I will want to fuck you soon. You can start getting me ready now."

Well, she thought, if I'm in competition with his phone then it's time to show him what a good whore can do.

She started stroking his soft cock, and playing with his balls. As always she was fascinated with the way she could turn this limp, soft, sausage-like thing into a hard, rampant pole - hot, veiny and kind of threatening. If this was work she was liking it. She leant down and licked and sucked at his balls and nibbled the base of his cock. Next she leant over him and rubbed her beautiful, soft, hanging tits over his cock, her hard nipples gently grazing it. She grasped her breasts in both hands and encased his dick between them, treating him to a tit fucking. Getting him ready to fuck her.

He stopped what he was doing with his phone and watched as his stiff cock slid between her soft, lovely tits. Now she had his attention, that was for sure!

"Mmmm, that's good Sarah." That was the first time he'd complimented him or called her by her name, she thought.

She pulled away from him and lay back down. She spread her legs and rubbed her wet slit, desperate now to be fucked.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Mr Choudury?"

She parted her labia with her fingers exposing her wet, waiting cunt even more.

"Here's your rent, Mr Choudury, time to collect it!"

That did it. He threw his phone aside and quickly put on a condom. Positioning himself between her wide open legs, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt in her waiting pussy. No more messing about, he just fucked her, hard and fast. Sarah wrapped her arms and legs around him, clutching him close to her, fucking back, moaning out her pleasure at having his cock inside her at last.

"Oh yes, Mr Landlord, take it, take what is owed to you!"

He had a thick mat of wiry, black chest hair and it was rubbing against her breasts like sandpaper, as he rode her. It was making her hard nipples sore, but it also felt good, stimulating her even more.

His hard fucking almost had her there, when he stopped and pulled out. She whined in frustration, her pussy desperate to be filled again. She didn't have to wait long as he flipped her over, positioned her on all fours and shoved his cock back in. He had just got started again, pumping into her doggy style, when his phone went off again.

"Dammit" he said. He stopped fucking her and reached for the phone on the bed next to them. He answered it angrily, but adopted a respectful attitude when he heard who it was.