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How I Got Arrested For Being A Whore

Today was finally the scheduled day-I received an e-mail from S that I’m to meet him at “Poet’s Inn” motel at 9 pm, for our clandestine rendezvous. I was to become a whore that he’s been calling me in the squeezing passion of our daily sex, which lately became far from routine. And he was paying me big bucks to meet him at the appointed spot to fully satisfy all his sinful desires.
All day long I felt an icing rush of excitement and fear at the thought of going through the process of dressing up as a whore and driving up to the agreed location, and finally… ooooh, the thought of having to satisfy his every perverted whim and desire without the right of objection, made my lower belly squirm with anticipation. But boy, little could I’ve known about how the events of the evening will turn out for us.
After a thorough wrecking of my closet in search of an appropriate outfit, I finally got satisfied with a ridiculously short, tight black skirt that I haven’t worn in years, transparent sheer top with a low cut that revealed my breasts almost to the vague outlines of my pink areolas and black shiny 5” hills that were leaving no doubts about the purpose of my trip to the hotel. To top it off, I strapped on my favorite black garter belt with fishnet stockings that revealed some flesh between their top and the bottom of the skirt. It was a great outfit for the adventure that in the near future turned the events in a totally unexpected direction…
After completing the attire with appropriately blatant make up I appreciated myself in the mirror and couldn’t help but proudly think that if I had to handpick the slut for my hubby, I would’ve picked the one that looked like my reflection in the mirror at this moment.
My heart was pounding in anticipation so loudly, that it was interfering with any intelligent thought process that could have been otherwise going on in my hyper-sexed brain (and thank god, I thought-otherwise I would never be able to go through with this crazy idea of my own).
Here it is, signs of the motel shining their neon lights in the darkness of this warm May evening…
I enter the front door, smile pleasantly to the front desk receptionist with the sweetest smile that I could master at the time and by his stare I suddenly realize that he is looking at the ”whore” who just strolled into his motel. To confirm his suspicion I inform him that “my friend” in room 23 awaits me, and proceed to the nearest staircase feeling his gaze follow my every step. “Who cares?” I thought, “I have more pleasant things ahead of me to think about some old dude judging me…”
By the time I climbed to the second floor and approached the designated room, my knees were weak with anticipation. “Requested the most experienced call girl?” I blurted out my earlier prepared greeting line when he opened the door. He looked sexy and more mysterious than I can ever recall him to be, standing in the narrow hallway with his naked masculine torso and my favorite black pants that he decided to wear for the occasion. Right now I wanted him in me so much that if it was all real, I wouldn’t charge him a penny for immediately throwing me on the floor and fucking my brains out…
But by our own rules, I was supposed to set the time limit and agree on a price before getting to business.
S closed the door behind me and looked me up and down with his most scrutinizing look. He took a few extra seconds to start speaking, examining my parts like only an expert could. I waited in curious anticipation, what will he say next?…
Hmmm, not too bad, even though I was hoping for someone a bit younger…
For a second, he rendered me speechless, but then I looked him in the eye and saw a barely visible flicker of mischief there, just enough to make me want to drop to my knees and suck him so hard that he would beg for forgiveness.
“Well, if you don’t mind oldER with experience, shall we start? I have other clients to attend to” I replied with as much dignity as I could master under the circumstances.
“Would you be able to dedicate 2 hrs of your valuable time to me?” S asked with mocking sarcasm.
“I take $300 an hour. What would you like to start with?” I was begging him in my mind to ask for a blowjob first. I couldn’t wait to wrap my mouth around his cocky big rod so I could start my slow and sweet torture.
“I think we’ll warm up with a little bit of oral play, first” I blissfully heard him say while I started to descent to my knees stripping a few items of my clothing that were on the way of me assuming my favorite position for the task.
I slowly slid my hand up and down his crotch checking if he was as hot for me as I was for him and was glad to confirm that he was, very much so. I felt his breath get caught in his chest as he threw his head back while pressing my hand against his hard cock.
I lightly bit his hardness with my teeth while unzipping his pants then intentionally slowly slid all clothing items one by one, massaging in the process.
Finally, I was face to face with his throbbing, erect penis. It was waiting for me and I couldn’t delay the moment any longer. First I lightly flickered the underside of his head with my tongue and as I heard his inviting moan, enveloped his entire head in my salivating mouth. I felt him get bigger and harder as I gradually advanced his member deeper and deeper into my throat, alternating it with licking his scrotum and the hot glistening shaft, sucking lightly on his most sensitive part and then shoving the entire thing in my mouth. I was feeling his excitement rise as he grabbed my head and started shoving himself deeper and deeper in my throat, rubbing it against the back of it. Together with his excitement mine was peaking and I felt all the wetness squeeze out of my burning hot pussy. The pace was growing and our mutual excitement was filling the room, thick enough to cut with a knife. But all of a sudden, through the haze of lustfulness we heard an unwelcome knock on the door.
Who the hell could that be? Maybe S had another surprise in store for me? I looked up at him with his dick still filling my mouth, question in my eyes. But the surprise in his eyes was matching mine.
Probably someone got the room numbers mixed up, I thought. Being that my mouth was busy at the time-I still attempted to continue what I had started, S answered for both of us, ”Wrong room number!”
But whoever tried to interrupt our “innocent fun” didn’t seem to want to leave.
S pulled himself out of my mouth, wrapped a towel around his waist and went to inspect, leaving me kneeling on the floor in my garter belt, panties and stockings, topping the arrangement with my “whore hills”.
Momentarily pondering on the humorousness of this situation I overheard the words coming from the outside of the door that immediately transformed the entire picture from humorous to absurd, “ We have a report of illegal activity going on in this room. Do you mind if we come in to investigate?”
My freaked out mind was telling me “get up and get dressed, or at least cover your exposed boobs”, but my body was completely ignoring my mind’s attempts. I froze in my kneeling pose with swollen wet lips and drooling pussy and that’s how I greeted two cops who strolled into the room with no surprise on their faces. “What do we have here?” mockingly said the older one taking his right hand off of his gun. The younger and cuter one forced a stern face and continued, “Maam, are you aware that prostitution is illegal in the state of NJ?”
“Officers, I know how this looks…” and I saw a faint smile on both of their mugs (I couldn’t help but notice that both of them were surprisingly good looking), and I continued “but this is just a game that my husband and I are playing”. “Oh, and what game is that supposed to be?” one of them inquired, now with a bit of interest and surprise in his eyes. “I’m playing a whore” I said and heard myself being not very convincing. But immediately I thought of a great idea, he’ll ask for our documents and we’ll show him our ID’s with the same last name; that should clarify all the questions. As if hearing my thoughts, the younger one asked, “Can we see some identification, please”. I almost jumped up with too much enthusiasm. My breasts made perfect loops in the air, following the rest of me and I noticed a growing interest in the eyes of both officers who now seemed to follow my every move, appraising every part of me as someone would appraise a new car before taking a ride. I made a move toward my handbag and with horror realized that in this morning’s frenzy I forgot my purse with ID cards at home. I stopped dead in my tracks and muttered to the cops, “It seems that I, unfortunately, forgot my ID at home this afternoon.” “Well, then” said the ass hole and took out his hand cuffs locking them on my wrists before I could protest “you are just going to have to spent this night in jail until your lovy dovy husband here, or whoever he pretends to be, can produce some form of identification.” The horror of the thought of spending the night caged, completely petrified me and I whispered, “Isn’t there any other solution to this silly problem?”
The second the words escaped my mouth, I wished I could catch them back. The officers exchanged some covert looks and the bolder one casually said “Sure, we’ll pretend that we saw the proof of marriage if you let us contribute to your little game. You look like you could use a few more nice dicks around here” and he lightly rubbed his crotch.
I felt the situation start snowballing down the mountain and decided that it’s too late to stop. I also couldn’t help but notice my insides turning warm again at the thought of three men taking care of my little self. I threw the last look at S to check his reaction to this scenario before signing my sentence and read his expression as saying, “Go ahead if you think you can handle it”. And I knew that I certainly wanted to try…
By the time I turned back to my two new “customers” they were already half undressed and without all their outfit and equipment their bodies took a new and appetizing appearance. With a sigh of relief I asked them to let loose of the handcuffs and the answer was “Not just yet, honey”. The older cop who was about in his mid thirties approached me from the side and pushed my head towards a good sized dick of his partner who was in his mid twenties and a bit shy. I welcomed his half erect organ by enveloping my lips around it and lifting it up with a gentle suctions. When I let go, he rewarded me with staying in the “up” position and his sudden brief moan told me that the proud owner has approved. Then I started licking and sucking his head turning mine in various directions and was encouraged by rhythmic back and forth movements of his pelvis. The feeling was exhilarating; I never had a chance to suck on a dick anyone’s but my husband’s and now was thoroughly enjoying the experience.
I was brought back to reality by the sensation of someone tagging on my garter belt and then my panty sliding off. My wet pussy felt cold for a second from being exposed to air, but not for long as the older and bolder one tickled my pussy-lips with his huge rod and then hungrily slammed it inside. I screamed out in pain and pleasure simultaneously and squeezed the young dick tighter in my mouth, swallowing it as deep as I could into my throat. I looked up at him and saw the guy being indulged in his pleasure. The realization of pleasing two men simultaneously gave me an intense boost and I squeezed my pussy and my mouth even tighter. I felt that my young lover was very close to spurting his load, but fuck no, I wasn’t ready for it. With my hands still cuffed I squeezed him at the base of his cock saying “not just yet, lover” and he complied by slowing down. In the corner of the room my real lover was sitting in the chair enjoying the view. He was stroking himself which always gave me an immense pleasure. I love watching him get off, it makes me dripping wet.
Taking advantage of our slowing down, the cop who was fucking me from behind smacked my pussy with his big hand sending unexpected shivers down my whole body
He ordered his young colleague to lie down on the bed and lowered me on his glistening member while squeezing my aching nipples. The penetration felt so great that I let out a scream so loud that he let go of my tits and covered my mouth with one hand while rubbing my wet pussy with another, spreading the wetness to my ass hole. Then I knew what was coming next and froze in anticipation. He stuck his thumb in through the tight sphincter making way for his throbbing manhood and without much delay gently slid it inside, filling me to the limit. “That’s it, little whore, take it all, just like that,” he was muttering while intensifying his thrusts. “Good little slut you are, lying that you are a wife. I would like to have a wife like that so I could bang your ass and pussy every day…”
I felt like I was getting lost in all the different sensations running through my orifices when I felt a familiar touch on my face. I opened my eyes and saw S standing on top of the bed with his wet cock waiting to enter my mouth. I hungrily licked all the wetness and swallowed him whole. I held him in my throat, moaning, while the two cop-cocks were pushing me closer to the orgasm and when the one fucking my ass added a few juicy slaps to my clit, I was thrown over the edge. Writhing in spasms I moaned again and again adding vibrations to the deep throating that I was inflicting on S. His pelvic thrusts reached their peak as he expelled his load deep into my throat. I was going to move out but he clenched my head and pushed his dick even deeper hissing, “you will swallow it all this time, bitch; you will eat it and like it, like a little slut you are”. And I did as he told, not letting one drop escape my mouth.
While orgasming, I gripped the dicks of both cops even tighter with my convulsing ass and pussy, dragging them with me to the very top. The one behind me went first. He grabbed my ass and roared while shoving all his cum deep inside my butt hole. With his vigorous thrusts he made the dick of the younger cop I was riding, penetrate even deeper into my other hole and I felt him shutter in a silent wave of pleasure. All three men kept going for a bit longer, reluctant to end the experience. Now I had 6 big hands caressing my tits, my belly and other aching parts of my used body.
I closed my eyes, lingering in a state of complete satisfaction, and was brought back to reality by a cold sound of the handcuffs being open. I almost had an urge to object but had no strength left for it.
After the hands, my ass and pussy were freed up and I was left sitting on a king size bed with S sitting close by.
Well, said the older cop, for someone who is just playing, you did quite a professional job here. They got dressed surprisingly fast and headed for the door. Don’t forget to send us an invitation next time you are in town and would like to make belief again, the same cop continued before closing the door behind them.
S and I fell back on the bed, side by side and laughed out loud with a sudden feeling of relief and satisfaction.

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