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Whore by Angela J.
I used to love fucking whores. I fucked whores every chance I got. The
best way to describe the way I was is to say that I was addicted to
fucking whores. It's not like I couldn't get a girlfriend. I just
didn't want one. For me, sex with a girlfriend was boring. So quickly
my girlfriends became my ex-girlfriends. Fucking descent girls actually
felt like a chore. Sure I got off from fucking nice girls but it took
allot of effort. I had to pretend that I was fucking some useless
whore. But even then, it wasn't the same. Deep down, I knew they
weren't some whore degrading herself just for a few dollars.
It's the knowledge that I was using these sluts that excited me. The
power that I had over these useless whores was what I sought. I just
loved using them just for my pleasure and then throwing a few hundred
bucks at them as if saying that's all they are worth. So I fucked many
whores. To be honest, that was a happy time in my life. But that life
is now over.
I had graduated with a degree in Information Technology about a year
before and had a descent entry level position in my field when I first
met Dr. Brooks. More than double my age, normally a woman like Dr.
Brooks wouldn't have quipped my interest. But she was so forward and
demanding that I just couldn't say no.
I met her at a bar. I had just screwed a whore at a cheap motel right
after work, and stopped by for a quick drink at a local bar on my way
back to my apartment. Although the bar was almost empty that evening
and there were plenty of empty stools at the bar, she sat at the one to
the immediate right of where I was sitting.
As soon as she made eye contact, she said, "Buy me a drink." I took a
quick glance at her. My first thought was that she was too old. She
was alright for an older bitch, but that wasn't my thing. I wasn't into
old maids. So I turned to face away from her and just ignored her. I
wanted quickly finish my drink and then get the fuck out of there.
"You must be a cheap bastard!" she said. "Well then drinks are on me.
Bartender, double shot of Patron for me and whatever girlie drink he's
having."
"Sure thing, Dr. Brooks," the bartender said.
I turned around to protest. But before I could say something this Dr.
Brooks spoke again, "You like sex," she said, "I can tell. I feel like
it tonight. So after we finish the drinks I ordered, we are going to my
hotel room and you will show me what you got."
She must be a desperate old whore, I thought. She wasn't dressed like a
whore. In fact she was dressed in a pants suit and had little makeup
on. Overall her look screamed conservative old hag, in an attractive
sort of way. But the conservative look can be deceiving, I thought. I
took a closer look at her. While old, she was still pretty. Maybe I
will fuck this tramp after all.
"I will pay for your services," she said.
"What?" I asked. Not quite understanding what she was saying.
"I will pay you what I think your services are worth," she said, as the
bartender put our drinks on the bar in front of us.
"Pay me?" I asked not really understanding what she was saying. "Are
you offering money to fuck you, I am not a whore..." I said.
She quickly took her double shot. "Bartender," she yelled out, "put his
drinks on my tab."
"Sure thing, Dr. Brooks," answered the bartender.
"Follow me," she said not even waiting for me to finish my drinks or
responding to my statement.
She got up and quickly walked out of the bar. I hesitated. This was
very weird. But then I decided a fuck is a fuck. The night was still
young. So I followed her to the parking lot.
"Get in," she said unlocking her car doors with her key remote.
"I will follow you," I said.
"Do you have a hearing problem?" she asked looking annoyed. "I said get
in..."
I did not like being told what to do. But her tone of voice made it
clear that she would not take well to me not following her instructions.
It was either get in her car or just forget about the whole thing and
just go home. After hesitating briefly, I got in her red sports car.
After I sat in the passenger seat she sped out of the parking lot. I
was barely able to close the door. What a fucking bitch! Her tone with
me, her comments and her actions started to get me mad. Who the hell
does she think she is to treat me this way? How dare she offer me
money? I am no fucking whore. If she's a good lay, I will pay her, I
decided. That will show the bitch who is a whore. I was about to tell
her off when she turned into the parking lot of a luxurious hotel.
"Wait here 5 minutes and come to room 1800, top floor. Knock twice and
wait for me to open the door. Are these instructions too difficult for
you to understand?" she asked.
"No," I said. Before I could add more, she was out of the car and
walking towards the lobby of the hotel.
I actually thought about just standing the bitch up. I was never
treated like this before. But as I sat in her car, I started to get
horny. My plan to fuck this bitch hard and humiliate her by throwing
money at her started to excite me. I could tell she was rich. So the
idea of treating her like some common street whore carried a level of
humiliation that made my cock rock hard with anticipation.
I waited exactly 5 minutes. Not because I wanted to obey the bitch but
because I didn't want to prematurely reveal my plan to her. I wanted to
completely surprise her with my evil plan after I used her.
Room 1800 was on the top floor of the hotel. When the elevator doors
opened on that floor, I found out that it was the only room on that
floor. I was momentarily awed by the fact that an entire floor was
there for just one room. I wondered how expensive this room must be.
I knocked twice. No answer. I waited for more than two minutes. "What
the fuck," I thought. I knocked again this time harder. Still she
didn't answer. I knocked again and again, my hard on fading fast. This
slut was actually standing me up. I never felt so angry. I would've
bust the door open if it didn't suddenly open.
She was wearing a robe. She looked at me with irritation. "I said
knock twice and wait... You really have a problem following directions.
We will have to change that in the future. But for now, close the door
and come inside." She turned away from me and walked seductively.
I was about to tell her off again. But I decided that I would wait
until after I fucked her. So I closed the door behind me and followed
her to what looked like a large living room.
She stopped in the middle of the room, turned to face me again and said,
"Take off your clothing,"
I started to quickly take my clothing off.
"Not like some slut in heat," she said. "Be more seductive, like a
stripper."
I should've left that hotel suite when she said this but by then I was
again getting horny and my cock was rising. So I bit my tongue and did
my best to be "seductive".
She laughed. "You are no stripper. You are not going to earn any tips
with that performance."
I was now naked and so it was time to remove her robe. I grabbed at it.
She shocked me by actually slapping me hard across my face.
"DON'T EVER GRAB ME AGAIN," she yelled.
I was about to show her who was the boss in this encounter, but what she
said next made me pause.
"You do a good job and I may make you rich," she said smiling.
She was again offering me money, but this time the offer intrigued me
because it was obvious that she was offering me more than just few
dollars. She said she could make me rich. I had descent salary and a
comfortable life but I was not "rich". Could this crazy old woman
actually make me rich? Was she offering lots of money? She certainly
seemed rich based on her car and this hotel suite.
"Go to that room." She pointed to a room. "Lie down on the bed face up
and wait for me," she commanded.
I guess I was acting more out of greed than horniness at that point.
But I actually obeyed her and lay patiently on that bed like an idiot
waiting for her to come to me. When she finally did came into the
bedroom naked, my cock had become soft from the boredom. But she didn't
seem to have noticed at first, as she lay on top of me. But it didn't
take her long to notice my soft condition. Despite the fact that her
pussy was on top of my cock and she started to rub her body against
mine, I still remained soft.
"Well this is disappointing," she said. "My mistake in thinking you
would be a good fuck."
"Wait," I said. I closed my eyes and started to think about whores. My
dick slowly got hard again. She straddled me and moved her cunt up and
down on my shaft. I kept my concentration on the whores in my memory
rather than what was going on in the hotel room. It was ok, because she
was doing the work. My eyes were closed. My memory of degrading the
whores and using them like cheap trash made my cock rock hard. Fucking
this old bitch while thinking about the whores felt good but I was still
having difficulty cumming. I fucked her for what felt like an hour, and
then she yelled that she was cumming and then it was over. She withdrew
and I hadn't come yet.
After catching her breath, she looked at my still hard cock. "Take care
of it quickly," she said, "then get dressed and get out of my suite."
"What?" I asked not quite understanding what she was saying.
But she didn't even respond. She just walked out of the bedroom.
I didn't feel like masturbating so I got up from the bed and followed
her into the living room area. This was fucked up. It felt like I was
in some dream World and I lost my ability to speak. What happened was
just shocking to me.
She put on her robe back on and sat on the sofa, looking at me she said,
"That was descent." "Here you've earned it," she said handing me a wad
of cash.
I looked at the cash in my hand like it was the weirdest thing in the
world. "It's only Five Thousand," she said. "Do better next time and I
could pay substantially more. Disappoint me and you will get very
little. Before you go, write your name and phone number here, she
handed me a pen and black book opened to a blank page."
The craziest thing happened. I actually wrote my name and phone number
in that little black book, got dressed and left the hotel suite without
another word. Like I said it was like I was in a dream state.
It wasn't until I walked out of the hotel, that I realized that I didn't
even have my car there. "Fuck," I yelled over and over again as I
walked the short distance from the hotel to the bar where I first met
Dr. Brooks.
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At first I didn't want her to call me because I had made my mind up that
this crazy bitch was not worth my time. But then when she didn't call
me, I started to get upset. Who the hell does she think she is not
calling me? Why the hell did she even ask for my number if she wasn't
going to call me?
I waited and waited for this bitch to call me. Don't get me wrong.
It's not like I waited by the phone. I was busy with work and in my off
times, I was busy fucking whores. The Five Thousand Dollars that I got
from that old bitch was put to good use. I used every single dollar to
humiliate the whores. I even got couple of whores to do each other,
licking each other and fucking each other with dildoes as I watched.
Honestly I am not into lesbians but it just amused me that these girls,
who obviously weren't lesbians, would pretend to be lesbians for my
pleasure just to get money. I had to get what happened to me with that
old hag out of my system and humiliating these bitches was the best
medicine.
But no matter how much I fucked these whores, and no matter how hard I
tried to forget that crazy broad, I just felt the need to see her again.
She actually humiliated me. I wanted revenge. I wanted to show her
that I would treat her like a whore next time.
After she did finally call me, more than 4 weeks later, I found myself
waiting in the parking lot of the bar where we met, anxiously waiting
for my chance to disgrace her like she did me.
I waited for over an hour and the bitch was a no show. I was so mad
that I could've killed her if she had showed up at that point. My anger
turned to lust when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a whore a little
bit up the street. I could tell that she was a whore by the way she was
dressed and walked. The strange thing was that whores usually didn't
street walk on this street. But who am I to complain. Maybe this night
was not going to be a complete waste.
I got in my car and drove a short distance to the whore and opened my
window as I stopped the car in front of her. "How much?" I asked.
"For you sugar, $300.00," was her response, "$100 for a blowjob."
That was actually cheaper than what I was expecting. She was obviously
desperate, probably needing to meet a quota set by her pimp. I could've
easily paid the price she quoted but decided that I wanted to humiliate
her by haggling. "$200.00, you start with a blowjob and then I fuck
you."
"No fucking way," she started say as her smile disappeared... but then
she paused. Her smile returned. "Alright sugar $250.00 and you get
to..."
I was right about her desperation. I decided to play a trick on her. I
closed the window and drove a little. She actually ran after the car in
her high heels. I laughed out loud looking at the stupid bimbo in my
rear view mirror.
I opened the window of my car after I came to a stop. "Alright
$200.00," she said.
"You pissed me off," I said. "For $200.00, I now get to fuck you in the
ass."
I could tell that she was about to say no so I started to close the
window of my car.
"Alright," she yelled quickly, "anything you want sugar."
"Get in," I said and she did.
I drove to a nearby cheap motel.
"Wait here while I get a room," I said.
This motel owner loved me because I only used their rooms for an hour
top. I paid in cash as usual.
When I came back to my car, I saw the whore texting. She was probably
reporting her whereabouts to her pimp. I fucked enough whores to know
that this wasn't unusual.
I went to our room and motioned her to come to it. I saw her text some
more than quickly got out of my car and walked towards me. I opened the
door and entered. As soon as she followed, I closed the door and
started to roughly grope her tits.
"On your knees, slut" I said, "get my dick nice and wet. You got one
minute to lubricate it with your spit before I fuck your shit hole. I
hope you cleaned your ass well because afterwards you are going to clean
my cock with your mouth." At that moment, I was actually glad that old
bitch had stood me up. This is what I enjoyed. I loved fucking with
whores. I pushed her down to her knees, lowered my pants and underwear
to reveal my hard cock. "Your one minute starts now," I said.
My fun was interrupted when I heard several loud knocks on the motel
door.
"What the fuck?" I said.
"Oh shit," the whore said looking very scared, "that's my pimp."
She got up from her knees quickly. Before I could react she opened the
door to reveal a large muscular man, who pushed her aside and then
punched me in the stomach.
"What the fuck?" I said still hunched over from the pain.
"You fucking asshole," he said, "when you rob from my whores, you rob
me."
After I caught my breath from the punch to my stomach I appraised the
situation. This bastard was a lot bigger than me. Deciding that a few
bucks wasn't worth a fight I said, "I get it. I will pay her the full
amount," I said.
"Too late bitch," he said as he covered my mouth with a rag. I became
dizzy and then passed out.
--
I woke up with a startle as something hard was slapping my face. I was
seated on the edge of a bed, in a dark room. The room was dark but it
wasn't so dark that I would mistake what was slapping my face. Shock of
all shocks greeted my eyes as a large cock kept slapping me. The owner
of that cock was standing in front of me and said, "Wake up tramp... I
paid good money for this shit."
"Actually you paid nothing asshole," another male voice said from across
the room, "we paid for her because it's your fucking birth date."
"Well you should've paid more to get me a proper whore," said the first
male voice, whose dick was still slapping me, "she's fucking ugly."
Two male voices laughed from across the room.
Then the next shock hit me. I actually recognized these laughs. They
were my so called friends. Truth be told I didn't have any friends.
But these jerks had similar interest as me so they were the closest
thing I could call friends. I met them at a whorehouse while waiting
for a whore to become available. We all liked whores so we formed a sort
of a club where we bragged about our exploits and compared notes.
Sometimes, we even went out together and gangbanged a whore.
These idiots thought that I was some whore. I opened my mouth to tell
these bozos who I was. But before I could speak, a cock was shoved into
my mouth.
"Finally," said the voice that I recognized as belonging to Joe. "She
must be fucking drugged out." "Where the fuck did you find this bitch
anyways?" Joe asked.
Imagine me, a straight alpha guy, suddenly with a dick shoved into my
mouth in a rough way, gagging, choking, inhalating and smelling for the
first time in my life dick smell, dick cheese, and piss all mixed
together in a disgusting musk. Imagine the horror going on in my
straight brain as I tasted precum leaking from a hard dick in my mouth.
"Some pimp offered her services for a discounted price," said Mark as
Joe began to pump his cock into my mouth. "I mean like really cheap."
"How cheap?" asked Joe.
"Cheaper than this room," answered Mark, as Tony laughed.
"Ah shit," said Joe. "She better not give me crabs."
Tony laughed so hard that he began to cough loudly. "Don't worry, my
man," said Tony after he stopped laughing. I brought condoms. Wouldn't
expect you to fuck a dirty whore without protection."
I tried to bite down on the monster attacking my mouth but I couldn't.
I could feel something covering my teeth that was forcing my mouth to
stay open. It locked into an open position once I had opened my mouth
to speak. So not having any other options, I tried force that cock out
of my mouth with my tongue. But it wasn't working.
Joe whispered in my ears, "You like?... you love his babe!... use your
tongue more, just like that"... imagine my pure horror. I started to
hurl and gag. I was getting sick, my stomach turning, and this jerk
didn't know that I was not a chick.
"Oh man! she's making lots of noise, moaning like crazy," said Tony,
"the slut must really love it."
"Too bad Rob isn't here," said Mark, "he'd love to fuck a dumb whore
like her."
Hearing my name put me in a worse hell than I was before. These fucking
morons were talking about me without even knowing that I was right there
in front of them.
"Ok bitch it's time to fuck," Joe said as he pulled out.
I tried to scream that, "I AM GUY," but I still couldn't speak. The
device in my mouth actually kept my mouth locked open.
Joe pushed me so I now was lying on the bed. That's when I noticed that
I was actually wearing a skirt. Joe's cock was so distracting that I
didn't even notice what I was wearing before.
Joe lay on top of me and lifted my skirt, roughly spread my legs open
and pulled down my panty hose and panties down, and then yelled, "What
the fuck? He's fucking dude." He jumped off of the bed.
Tony and Mark were laughing hard. But Joe wasn't laughing.
"You fucking queer," Joe said as he bent down and punched me in the face
repeatedly. "You fucking fag?"
"Hey man, chill," Tony said, "you are going to kill him."
"Who the hell cares if I kill this worthless whore," Joe said.
"His pimp," Mark said as he stopped laughing. Fear was in his voice as
he said, "his pimp will kill us."
Joe turned to face our friends. "Mark, I am going to kill you! Mother
fucker! You set this up."
"I am really sorry, I had no idea that he was a fag," Mark said.
"Man, let's get out of here," said Tony, "before his pimp shows up.
That pimp dude looked mean as hell and I think he was packing heat."
My so called friends left the dark room and left me there on the bed,
bloody with a nasty taste of cock in my mouth. I could still hear them
arguing but their voices soon faded. I tried to get up from the bed but
I couldn't. The room got darker and I lost consciousness.
---
I woke up with another startle. Dr. Brooks, the old lady that I met at
the bar was staring down at me.
"Doctor, you did amazing work," said a female from a corner of the room.
"Re-constructing her nose was easy enough," Dr. Brooks said.
"It's more than that," the other female voice said, "he actually looks
pretty. Should be popular with the Johns."
I tried to speak but found that the device that prevented me from
speaking was still in my mouth.
She saw my questioning look. "That's a device I designed to protect your
teeth. I hear that Johns don't appreciate being bitten. We don't want
some asshole breaking all your teeth. Don't worry it still allows you
to swallow liquids. You can bring your lips closer together but you
won't be able to fully close your mouth. You can chew but you can still
suck."
I tried to get up but was unable to move.
She smiled. "Just anesthesia... It's temporary. We are prepping you
for more surgery. You are probably wondering why I gave you anesthesia.
After all, a simple incision is sufficient to make you impotent for
life." I looked at her wide eyed with fear at her casual mention of
making me impotent for life.
"For you, impotence is not enough," she said. "You will be getting a
full surgery down there. Think, soon you will have a nice tight pussy
down there."
This crazy bitch was going turn me into a fucking girl. Not being able
to move or even speak, I found myself crying.
"No... don't cry sweetie, it's for your protection. I heard what your
friend did to you when he found out that you were a transvestite
prostitute. This way you don't have to worry about such unfortunate
discoveries."
I could feel that I was about drift into anesthesia induced sleep and
fought to stay awake. I gave an imploring plea with my eyes.
Dr. Brooks lowered her face closer to mine and whispered, "Are you
wondering why I am doing this to you? It's simple really. I love
fucking with whores and I knew you were a whore the first I set my eyes
on you. You even smelled like a whore. Soon you will be making lots of
money as a whore."
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