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How I Became A Whore

What I'm about to tell you is absolutely true. My name is Helen and my husbands name is Paul, and we have been married for nine years,lately we had been arguing a lot over the fact that we weren't having sex like we did before having children. We had two children and I loved my husband dearly, however I was getting frustrated by our lack of sex and we were beginning to argue more and more, this one fatal evening being no exception. I can't remember what started the argument but things were said and I ended up storming out of the house without any thought of where I was going or what I was doing.

Anyhow as it was a fine summers evening I walked and walked until I ended up in the shopping district, just simply looking in shop windows at all the latest fashions to cheer myself up. I needed to feel sexy. In my rush to leave I left in my sweats and flip flops that I clean up the house in. Loose fitting, no bra and granny panties. So I bought a new outfit. I found this outfit that looked amazing on me, as if it had been tailored for my DD cup breasts, hourglass waistline, and round ass. It was a matching white mini skirt that had a bit of stretchy material that hugged my ass and silky top with a plunging neckline to my belly button. The outfit was expensive and I am a sensible woman. So I wasn't going to spend more money on underwear or shoes. Besides my thin black flip flops worked well enough for this outfit. I tossed my old cloths away when I left the store. My mood had done a 180 degree turn. The gently breeze passing through my legs and bare pussy excited me. My large mommy boobs still held up nicely but without a bra they really bounced around in the silk top. It was a rush of almost being naked that made me so horny. I knew the second I came out of the fitting room all eyes would be on me. I had this exaggerated walk that I made into some type of game of how much I could get my boobs to bounce and my ass to swing side to side. I wanted the attention. I was feeling amazing.

I decided to make my way back home, it was at this point that things started to happen that were to change my life, perhaps forever. As in most shopping districts you always get a collection of loud annoying kids hanging around being punks, and this was no exception. As I began to walk past these group of kids I was met by some very coarse and crude comments, you know the sort of thing 'great tits, nice ass, etc.' I would normally have ignored such remarks but I was feeling frisky and empowered. I approached the kids who were about sixteen years of old and demanded an apology for such remarks. A tall and skinny boy stood up. Whats the matter slut? he said arrogantly, do you want me to play with your tits? My face turned to shock. I thought the boys would just turn and leave. The boys must have thought some type of high priced escort, which would be common in this area. I felt then need to set them strait and defend myself, but I was flustered and could only respond weakly that he wouldn't dare.

Before I knew what was happening his hand had reached out, slipped right into my blouse, and he was actively squeezing my nipple. I brought my arm up instinctively to push him away, but as I did so one of the other boys put his hand up my skirt, his fingers were trying to find their way inside me. I gasped and my knees started to buckle, another of the boys had now moved in and slid his hand up my skirt. He laughed saying how wet my pussy was. He was right I was, here was I a thirty-two year old married woman, a mother of two children, being groped and abused in public by a group of boys, and instead of shouting for help I had never felt so sexually aroused.

The boy who had first approached me,who I later learned was called Jamal said that I was a high class bitch who needed a good fucking, I said nothing but merely nodded my head. I had never been spoken to in such a manner before, but the more he spoke dirty to me the more aroused I was becoming. My mind was in a whirl as the group led me into am alley that led to a boarded up property. I was quickly shoved inside and led into a filthy room with a dirty old mattress on the floor.

The boys formed a close circle around me, I counted eight in all, I was shaking not with fear but with excitement as Jamal came up to me, quickly removing my blouse as the rest of the boys pulled off my skirt. As soon he did this the comments became ever more crude and I was pushed down on the mattress under a groping sea of hands. Hands were frantically squeezing my tits and 2 or 3 hands trying to finger my pussy at the same time. I orgasmed very quickly. Then I looked up and saw that Jamal had removed his pants and was now standing over me, his very large dick was hard and erect. I have never seen such a cock before. The had only been with a few guys and all had average dicks. Jamal's cock was a thick, veiny, monstrous cock that was more then twice the size of my husband's. My lust that had been coursing through my body turned to fear. He told me to kneel up doggy style so he could fuck me like the whore that I was, I did as I was ordered. Tears were streaming down my face but I didn't say a thing. My cunt was still lubricated from my earlier orgasm. I felt the tip of his manhood enter me for the first time. Then he declared, I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to cum inside you, and then all the rest of my boys are going to do the same.

Jamal then plunged his monstrous cock deep inside me and I screamed in pain. Two of the other boys grabbed a tit each restraining me and yet another shoved his dick inside my mouth. Jamal was banging away at my pussy and I started to relax. I started thrusting my ass in rhythm to Jamal's fucking. His thick cock was quickly working me into an orgasm. It wasn't long before I felt Jamal speed up then his body tensed as I felt the first squirts of his cum flooding my pussy. I yelled at Jamal to keep fucking as I was soon close to cumming. This orgasm was better then I ever had. As Jamal climbed off me he was quickly replaced by one of the others, and so it began, I was fucked by each one of the boys in turn, some of them twice, all of them came inside me and my body was abused in every way imaginable.

After they had all finished with me Jamal pulled me to my feet and gave me my outfit. I asked if anyone had a tissue so I could wipe myself, but Jamal told me that a slut like me should walk home with all their spunk inside me. This sort of talk instead of upsetting me only heightened my sexual arousal and Jamal sensed this fact, so it was that I put on my outfit and set off to walk back home.
What a sight I must have looked, my hair all messed up and matted with cum, my blouse was tattered which meant my tits were on almost open display, and streams of cum were now making their way down my thighs and down the backs of my legs.

When I got back home I was relieved to find my husband had gone to bed, so I quietly crept into the bathroom put my heavily soiled clothing in the hamper and got in the shower. I was shocked when I examined myself, as my body was covered in small bruises and I had a number of love-bites on my tits, I would have to be careful that hubby didn't see me naked for a few weeks. As my mind raced
through the events of the evening I found myself becoming aroused yet again and had to finger myself while finishing off my shower, something I hadn't done since I was a teenager, my body shuddered to a climax as I thought about Jamal. After that I quickly got dried and crept into bed wondering how I was going to face my husband in the morning.

Next morning I was up bright and early and got dressed before my husband had chance to see the state of my body. Nothing was mentioned about our argument of the previous evening and after my hubby had left for work I got the kids sorted out and we set off on the school run
After dropping the kids off at school I made my way back home. However as I turned onto our street I could see two figures in our driveway. As I got nearer I froze in horror, the people in my drive were Jamal and a new friend. How could this be possible, I made sure I wasn't followed home.

My stomach churned as I approached them, a mixture of fear and excitement, I asked them what the hell they were doing on my drive, Jamal laughed and said he had come to see his slut, and give me something. Jamal handed me my driver's license and debit card that I totally forgot about when I left. I had decided that the events of last night were a one time thing and nothing like that would ever happen again. Not wanting to be seen by the neighbors I thought I better get the boys inside while I explained this to them.
However no sooner had I shut the front door than Jamal's friend Tyrone shoved me against the wall in the hallway and thrust his hand up my skirt, I tried to push him away but the feelings I had experienced last night returned with a vengeance. I opened my legs wide as he pulled my pants and panties down and before I knew what was happening he was fucking me in my own hallway against the wall. I groaned as I orgasmed strongly and it wasn't long before I felt him tense and shoot squirt after squirt of his seed deep inside me.

Jamal just smiled after Tyrone had finished with me, I think he knew at this point that I was totally under their control, a fact that I had now acknowledged to myself. Jamal informed me that we were going out but first I needed to change into something that befitted my status as a whore. I replied I wasn't any whore. The boys just laughed. Rethinking about what happen Jamal still thought of my of some street walker and was oblivious that I was married and had children. Tyrone went to my wardrobe and chose a tiny flared mini skirt that I hadn’t worn since college, to add to this was chosen a very tight white tee-shirt, a G-string and no bra, plus a pair of my highest heeled shoes.

Just seeing myself dressed like this turned me on and I badly wanted Jamal to fuck me, but he said we were going out but would not tell me where. As we walked towards my car I was conscious of how I looked and hoped no-one else in the neighborhood would see me.

As I drove towards downtown Jamal gave me directions, eventually telling me to stop outside a taxi business which I was told belonged to Tyrone's family. Jamal leaned across and played with my tits which made me groan with lust, he then asked me if I would do anything he wanted, and I nodded. Good he said, then I want you to go inside the taxi shop and have sex with the guy at the counter. I was horrified by the suggestion and said that anything like that was completely out of the question, and yet at the same time the wetness of my cunt was telling me a different story and I knew then that I would do as they asked.

Jamal said I wasn't to argue and I slowly nodded my agreement, I got out of the car and went inside the shop not knowing how to approach the situation or what on earth I would say. The man behind the counter looked me up and down as I walked in, his eyes burning into my braless tits as they jiggled up and down mentally undressing me, he was a large man, probably in his late fifties, his name tag read Terrance.

He asked me where I wanted to go in no so good English, I blurted out that I didn't need to go anywhere, but I was here to offer him my services. The man was speechless and I felt embarrassed, I could not believe what I was doing, here I was a young married mother of two offering myself for sex with a total stranger, and yet the degrading nature of the situation was making me terribly aroused.
By now the man had regained his composure and was openly leering at me, he moved to lock the shop door and beckoned me into a back room which I took to be a rest room for the drivers. The room was rather grubby, the only furniture being a couch and a recliner, the walls were plastered with girlie pictures.

The man now started undressing me, I made no effort to stop him as he quickly shoved me down onto the couch and entered me, I orgasmed almost immediately my senses reeling. I had entered these premises less than ten minutes ago and here I was having sex with a man I never met before. Just then something made me look up, two other men had entered the room and I could see from the badges they were wearing that they were taxi drivers, they look to be related to Terrance. One was in his thirties and not bad looking, but the other guy was much older. I made no attempt to cover myself up but instead spurred my lover on as the other two men watched. I felt him speed up and then his dick twitched as yet another stream of cum flooded my pussy. As Terrance climbed off me I wantonly beckoned one of the other men who had been watching to take me, the younger of the two had me first although he didn't last very long. Next came the old man, after he climbed off me he turned me round on all fours and proceeded to fist fuck me. I thought I was going to be split in two as his fist sank deeper and deeper inside me but I took his fist with embarrassing ease and I lost count of the times I orgasmed. One of the guys had produced a camera from somewhere and was taking pictures of me in every disgusting way possible which I actively encouraged, they told me they were going to put them on the wall.

I later got dressed and triumphantly rejoined Jamal and Tyrone back in my car, relating to them the details of what I had been up to, which met with their approval. Over the next five or six weeks I was fucked almost on a daily basis by Jamal and his friends and also by all of the taxi drivers down at the shop. I some how kept this secret from my family with a series of lies.

I was completely under Jamal's control. Jamal finally told me his master plan. I woke be working as a prostitute and he would be my pimp. Jamal explained how the Taxi shop would take me to and from the motels I would be meeting and fucking strangers for money. Jamal got half and the Taxi business got half. Jamal told me not to worry, he would take care of me, and so my new life as a street worker began.

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