Sorry that I haven't written in a while, has been quite a busy and wild life for the last couple of years. My husband John passed away from a massive heart attack some time ago. My children had all since grown, left home and married. So this left me both very distraught and lonely. Fortunately through our church I had quite a circle of friends who offered a strong support group and I received daily visits from couples to console me. In time I got passed my grief and found myself owning a large home but with no income. John had been a businessman and had provided well for us, but with his passing I had only the house and some savings, but no monthly income to pay the bills.
My solution, as you probably gleaned from the title of this story, was to sell my body. I had long ago admitted to myself that I was clearly a nymphomaniac who knew few limits and I had sucked and fucked men pretty much every day for many years now with John's consent. He knew that he could not provide for me adequately in this department and could see the depths of my needs and desires, and so embraced my being a slut rather than the alternative of simply losing me.
Becoming the church harlot occurred quite naturally actually. As mentioned, many people came to console me during my time of grief. Married couples would often visit, with the men making excuses to visit me again later by themselves. With age my weight had increased a bit, but most of the weight went to my chest. I was now a solid G cup, and I had a hard time keeping these men's eyes off of my tits. Their wishful glances toward my exposed cleavage filled me with desire and impulsively I would clutch them in a grateful hug that was a bit too tight, a bit too prolonged, a bit too desperate. This then often led to a long shared stare, a brief kiss, a deep kiss, his hands on my breasts and ass and mine on his groin, and then inevitably me on my knees sucking cock and then my laying on the couch with my legs spread wide begging him to fuck me and use me as his new slut.
Word seemed to spread and I received more married visitors. Typically the husbands visited alone but sometimes the wives would also visit alone. At the slightest hint that they would enjoy using my body I would eagerly start pleasuring their vagina's with my mouth and fingers. Single men and women, both young and old, also soon began to fill the entrance to my house. As well couples would visit together, eager to experience a threesome, or a group of young men would show up, shy and reserved, asking if they could use me in a gang bang. I willingly accommodated all requests. Having quickly established myself as the church slut and recognizing my dire straits with regards to needing an income, I contrived a simple plan. I posted a notice on the coat closet door just inside entrance to my house, which read:
"I am a grateful hostess for the wonderful attentions you deliver to me, but am now also a poor widow. To be able to remain in this house and to continue to provide you the services that you have become so fond of and accustomed to, I humbly request that you offer a small token of tribute before you proceed to use me as your submissive and obedient sex toy. Please note requested contribution amounts below, payable in cash into the bowl below this notice.
For the gentlemen:
Blowjobs: $50 -- additional $25 to cum in my mouth, another $25 to have me swallow