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Forced into Prostitution

By: fannyrat



Could any person reading this story please take time out to comment. I have written 3 other stories which have been read 60k times Yet not one comment left. I don't care if you don't vote, I'm not a vote junkie, I just want to know if I am on the right track with my writing, or whether my stories are a pile of crap.

*****

24 hours ago, Jill had sat in her living room with her head in her hands.

"What the hell are we going to do" she thought.

Her husband Alan had been running their wholesale business for the last couple of years, and seemed to be managing it quite well. However they had just had a discussion about the business when Alan dropped the bombshell.

"I have got into major difficulties with finance and our suppliers" Alan said. 

"Instead of sticking with our usual suppliers, who are a little more expensive, but reliable on quality and delivery" he explained,

"I took a gamble on cheaper goods from less reliable contacts, and its gone pear shaped."

Jill looked at her guilt ridden husband and said.

"What do you mean a gamble?" "What's to gamble with? I don't understand."

"Look" started Alan. 

"For the last couple of years our business plan has been as simple as it can be." 

"We buy stock one weekend, sell that stock in the following week, and the profit is our living."

"The problem is, I have cleared out our entire money reserve at the bank to buy these goods, trying to cash in on the great deal. The goods I bought from a couple of guys I had just met, turned out to be useless and only fit for the garbage." 

Jill stared at Alan with a look of bemusement and shock on her face.

"We will just have to buy some proper stock from our usual suppliers then, and take the hit and put it down to experience" she said.

Alan didn't know where to start telling Jill the situation they were in.

Alan took a deep breath.

"We have no money Jill."

"Using our money to fire-fight this problem means that we have missed payments to the bank."

"The situation is, if we miss one more payment to the bank they will foreclose on us, the house, car, everything would be in danger."

Jill didn't believe she was hearing this, Alan continued.

"The thing is, to put off the problem I went to a loan shark. I borrowed the necessary money and bought this weeks stock and we are back to normal."

"We can now trade again and pay off the bank arrears in time."

Alan continued.

"However we need a £1000 to pay off the loan shark and our cash assets are zero."

"If we don't find this money this week then, next week it will be £1500 the week after £2250 then £3375, because the 50% is owed on the total debt each week." 

"If we can't afford 1K this week, we won't be able to afford 1.5k next week and so on, we will never be able to pay if off. Our only chance is to make the due payment this week while it is only 1K and all this goes away."

Jill whispered,

"You mean you have run the business in such a shoddy way, that after making thousands a week, owning a large house, cars etc, we are vulnerable to a total collapse for the sake of A LOUSY GRAND?" she screamed.

An hour later, after the furious row that had resulted in the disclosure, and in which Alan had shouted at her "If you're so fucking bothered, why don't you sell your ass for the money, it would only take an old bag like you a few years." Jill sat alone upstairs thinking.

There were all sorts of various ways that being totally at the mercy of a loan shark could destroy them, but the one which seemed to bother her most was the grandchildren's education, and how it would be paid for. They had promised their two children that the grandchildren would be educated at their expense. How could they go back on that now?

Jill was 57 years old; she had looked after herself in life and was reasonably slim. Although she had been quite attractive and still maintained a level of prettiness, those looks were on the wane. She stood in front of the mirror and thought to herself.

"If that bastard wants me to sell myself I damn well would, but who the hell would want this?" 

She considered her body, curly brown hair, quite a pretty face, medium size breasts, and a round paunch of middle aged spread on her stomach. Her hips and thighs just starting to fill out.

"Yeah sell this right!"

After a further argument with Alan it was made clear they had about 3 days to raise the cash and stave off disaster. 

Jill was sat at the red stop lights in the car. She had decided it was a lost cause and was close to tears permanently. She looked across the street at a girl who was stood at the entrance to an alley. The girl looked a damn mess.

"How does she think she will get a nice young man looking like that?" Jill thought. Just then a man approached, had a brief conversation with the girl and then disappeared into the alley. At this point the penny dropped with Jill and she realised the girl was a prostitute and she had just found some business. 

Jill was quite a prim and proper woman. She had had only one man before her husband and had never cheated in 35 years of marriage. The thought of sleeping with another man was alien to her as it was, but for money? Never! 

For the next two hours as the available time left to save themselves evaporated Jill had made up her mind, she had made the most radical decision in her life. The thought of what she was about to attempt to do, was so nauseating she felt physically sick, if any woman was so ill equipped for the challenge it was Jill, but the thought of her children and grandchildren forced her into the decision.

"If that scruffy slut can get business then so can I."

With the decision made Jill started to actually shake, she opened her wardrobe and looked through her clothes. Here was the first problem; the average 57 year old reserved woman does not usually have a wardrobe of clothes in which to dress for this occasion. She had no time to go buying clothes and anyway what the hell would she look like stood on a street corner with high heels, mini skirt and her breasts falling out of a gaudy blouse?

She chose the shortest skirt she possessed. It was red and it came to just above the knee and a black silk blouse. In her limited experience she seemed to remember prostitution always seemed to include girls dressed in red and black. Jill did not possess really high heeled shoes so her medium heeled shoes with straps would have to do.

Jill put on black plain underwear applied some makeup, which took some doing she was shaking so much, and she was ready.

She made her way to the edge of the town centre where she had seen the girl getting a client. It was just getting dark when she arrived. Jill parked the car in the alley and went to the street to wait. It seemed an eternity waiting, but a guy she had noticed walking by a couple of times finally approached her.

The guy was so unsure of Jill, she looked like anything but a whore and he was wary of undercover cops or soliciting an innocent housewife. However he threw caution to the wind and approached her.

"You available for a little action lady?" he asked

In a voice nearly breaking with terror, apprehension and insecurity Jill said.

"I could be open to a good offer," 

"What did you have in mind?"

"I was thinking of a nice BJ" was the reply.

"Let's go in the alley and discuss business" he said and led her further from the road into relative privacy.

"How much for a little mouth action lady?" the punter asked, which made Jill realise how ill prepared she was for this desperate course that she was taking.

"Jesus girl" she thought "You haven't even considered how much you should charge."

"What do you usually pay the other girls?" said Jill

"Never mind what the others charge, they're young. I'll give YOU £20 for a blow job, take it or leave it." 

Totally unsure of herself and totally out of her depth, Jill felt no option but to accept.

"OK lady, I want you on your knees in front of me, all subservient like ok?"

At this point the reality of the whole situation hit Jill. Up until now, the whole thing had been a whirlwind stupid idea she had got through desperation. Up until now it had almost been an abstract idea, something in a movie she was watching or a story she was reading, but right here and right now she found herself trembling, as she lowered herself to her knees. Here and now the shame, humiliation and repugnance she felt was overpowering and she unzipped the punter and drew out his semi hard penis.

Jill suddenly seemed to come to her senses.

"What the hell am I doing here? I must get out of here." she thought and simultaneously the image of her children and grandchildren that she would totally let down came into her mind.

She pulled the foreskin back and leaned forward to take a total strangers penis into her mouth.

"Yeah suck that cock good bitch" her 'customer' grunted.

The second thing Jill realised she was totally unprepared for, was not knowing what the punters expected. Without her knowing it, the John was enjoying his first 'bareback' blowjob from a whore. She didn't know to bring condoms, she didn't know that it was probably the first rule of hooking and she continued to suck the guys cock in ignorance.

Jill thought, here she was on her knees in a dirty alley performing fellatio on a total stranger for money and that this was probably the lowest point you could get to in life.

That was until he came in her mouth.

He got a handful of her hair in his hands, held her head rigid, grunted a few times, and then Jill felt the hot, salty liquid explode into her mouth and hit the back of her throat. 

"Oh my god," thought Jill "He is never going to stop shooting his filthy cum in my mouth." She swallowed gamely and managed to keep it all, save from an amount that escaped from the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin.

This was the third mistake her naivety had caused. She had no idea that prostitutes didn't even let punters cum in their mouths, let alone actually swallow it all. 

"Hey lady that was a nice change, having a whore swallow my jizz, even if you are a little past your prime." He put his cock away, pulled up his zip and threw £20 onto to the dirty floor.

"See you around bitch" he said as he sauntered off down the alley.

Jill stared at the money, she thought what she had done would have been bad enough had she been just cheating on her husband, but picking up the money changed her instantly into a whore.

She wandered back to her car; leaned against the side and stared at the money. 

"My whole life changed" she thought "Who and what I was has been changed forever for twenty lousy, stinking, rotten quid."

Jill didn't realise, but a figure set back in the alley was watching her.

Jarrod was a young black street kid. He ran in a gang which was not too heavy as far as violence went, but they did do most of the dealing in drugs in the neighbourhood. He was quite intrigued with the woman that he was watching. 

"Hell she could be my momma or even grandma." he thought. 

His gang had many young girl hangers-on and wannabees that they screwed regularly, but he was really in the mood for something with a difference, and here she was.

Jill stood almost trance like, this experience that she was totally unprepared for had left her shocked.

"Hey momma you lookin for a bit a lovin?"

The voice shook her out of her reverie, before her stood a street punk. He was black with baggy jeans which looked like they were three sizes too big, a hoodie and baseball cap. 

"I suppose I've started something now, it would be pointless going back now" she thought.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked him.

"I never fucked a broad as old as you before, I'll give you £30 for the experience."

Jill accepted in a trance like state and found herself being led to the back door of her car and they climbed in.

"Hey momma, you wanna let me see those tits of yours huh?" Jarrod said unbuttoning her blouse as he spoke. He was confident and street wise and he just took control of the situation. He pulled her to where he wanted her, opened her bra and lifted it up just like he owned her. 

He mauled Jill's tits to test how firm they were, but didn't dwell on them. 

"Don't wanna waste my time on those jugs momma; I just wanted to see em. Now let's get that skirt up and those panties off so I can see the merchandise."

Jill had some stupid notion when she started all this that it would be somehow be a refined and reserved thing and she would give herself to some well-to-do handsome man in comfortable surroundings.

Here she was a black punk not much older than her grandchildren, was pulling her panties down and exposing her to his gaze. Her panties were removed and her legs duly spread.

"Hey momma don't you know you gotta shave ya pussy nowadays?"

Jarrod was running his fingers through her pubic hair. It was mostly black but there were strands of grey in there. Jill had not got a large growth; in fact it was quite sparse and only lightly covered her vagina. Jarrod fingered her outer labia and spread the lips with his index and middle fingers. Jill's pink folds opened themselves to him. Her delicate inner lips were not large, but protruded past her outer lips slightly, her clitoral hood on open display.

He leant back on his heels and unzipped his trousers. Slowly he extracted his cock. It was semi hard, large and uncircumcised.

"Why don't you give Jarrod's little friend some encouragement with that pretty little mouth of yours momma?" he goaded and pushed it toward her face. Jill was feeling pretty defeated by now and leant forward to lick and nibble his purple head. Jarrod stiffened.

"Now lay back momma and let Jarrod use that well worn pussy you got there. You got the condoms ready?"

"I haven't got any condoms, I forgot buy them" she lied.

"Oh fuck bitch, you a dumbass or what?" he moaned.

"Well I am just gonna fuck that pussy bareback I ain't gonna stop now, just cos you are a dumb cunt." 

Resigned to her fate, Jill lay back and her legs involuntarily parted, her vagina lubricating itself for the intrusion she knew must come. The street punk held his erection in his hand and guided it between her soft labia. Then with no ceremony at all he entered her fully and to the hilt.

Jill screwed her eyes shut and clenched her fists as only the second penis other than her husbands slid into her intimate depths. She felt the large penis start to build a steady rhythm plunging in and out of her.

He used her.

There was no semblance of respect or concern for her. As he fucked her, Jarrod taunted her about being stupid then he goaded her about being old and not up 'to my usual standard.'

"In fact bitch I am fucking you for no other reason that you were a bit different and simply there and available."

Jill couldn't feel any worse. Here she was not only having sex with this boy, but prostituting herself to him, that was bad enough, but being used by someone who was doing it for no other reason than because he could, was terrible for her. He just saw her today and had her simply because he could, she was a piece of ass nothing more.

She started to silently cry.

Jarrod pounded Jill quickly then suddenly pushed himself into her to the hilt, stopped and shot his cum deep into her pussy. Jill thought she could actually feel his semen hitting her cervix and splashing her vaginal walls.

The punk collapsed onto her and lay inside her gradually softening. When he pulled out he watched a river of his cum flood out of her, something he always liked to see when he used a bitch.

"Hey momma that pussy ain't too bad for your age, quite tight even..." he stopped dissing her when he looked at her face and saw her crying.

"What's wrong lady?" he asked suddenly a bit concerned for her and feeling a bit of an asshole for how he had been talking to her and treating her.

The full enormity of what she had done had hit Jill. She laid in a car with a black kid and felt his semen running from her vagina, she thought of all her troubles and just simply broke down and blurted out all about herself and her entire story to this stranger.

Jarrod stared at her in disbelief; he didn't know what to do. This age of the woman reminded him of his mother and even his grandmother, and as she lay there crying he felt sorry for her, she shouldn't be here for fucks sake.

He then had an idea.

"Listen momma, if you really need dough that desperately I might know of a possibility."

Jill looked at him and said

"Go on."

"The gang I am in will be doing a sweet coke deal tomorrow, and afterwards we always have a celebration in the gang crib. There will be loads of groupies, hangers-on, wannabees and whores looking to cash in."

Jill definitely did not like where this was going.

"If you turn up, I can't guarantee you a single penny, it is up to the brothers who they want on the night, and to be cool with you momma you will be in competition with young cheap sluts who know how to strut their stuff if you know what I mean."

Jarrod went on.

"This is the address, it's up to you, you may make a tidy wedge or you may get humiliated beyond belief, who knows how the bro's will react to you. This is the best I can do for you; the rest is up to you."

With that Jarrod threw £30 on Jill's stomach and left.

Jill made her way home, slipped into the house and went straight upstairs. She ran a bath and stripped off her clothes and her underwear which was matted with the disgusting semen of a stranger. As she sat in the hot soapy water she slowly came down from the near hysterical state she was in earlier, concerning her overall predicament and the actions she had taken tonight. After much deliberating over the next course of action she decided. 

She whispered to herself,

"I can endure anything for my beloved family, if a bit of personal discomfort is all I have to suffer, to ensure the future of my family then I must do it."

Now and all the next day she tried to rid herself of the shock and revulsion she felt having sex with a young street kid and a complete stranger, by trivialising (not very successfully in truth) it in her mind. She kept telling herself,

"So what's a bit of sex? The whole world is at it and you are being silly treating it so seriously."

"What harm can it do to go along and see how the land lies I can always leave if it looks dangerous."

It was that reasoning that led Jill to be stood in front of her mirror the following evening. She was looking through her wardrobe for something appropriate, she didn't expect to find anything, and didn't.

"That guy yesterday used me because I was different he said. He also said I was up against young women who knew what it was all about." Jill thought to herself.

"Ok girl, BE different, it's a slim chance, but it's the only chance you've got."

Jill dressed in a manner that would have been appropriate had she been a high class call girl visiting a client in a plush hotel. All she had at her disposal was black stockings and suspenders, together with silk French knickers and a silk camisole top which she wore braless. She topped it off with her black cocktail dress and shoes that were not quite stilettos but had enough heels to accentuate her stance and walk.

Jill didn't know what the surroundings would be where she was going, but she did know that a 57 year old white suburban housewife, dressed like this, could not look more out of place if she tried.

She put on makeup, using it sparingly trying for a demure classy look assuming most of the girls would either be black and not need it, or white and made up like cheap whores.

Jarrod was sat with a small circle of brothers. They were doing lines of coke laughing and boasting about the deal that had gone down when Jill walked in.


Forced into Prostitution Ch. 02



If you have not read part one then I recommend doing so first, as this is a follow on. Please keep the comments coming, I do take on board constructive opinions.

*****

Jill made her way home, the cum Jarrod had dumped in her, cooling and hardening on her thighs. 

At home she sat in a hot soapy bath, she looked down at her body, the nipples tender and sore, her breasts marked by the hickeys she had been branded with. She opened her legs and put an ankle over each side of the bath, the water would cleanse her body, but what would cleanse her mind?

Remarkably she slept like a log that night.

That evening, she prepared herself for what she expected to be a night from hell, but hopefully it would be the last. Jill knew that the approach she had used so successfully the day before, namely using her novelty value to persuade punters to use her, would have gone. During the day she had bought clothes more in keeping with her challenge.

She wore her new high heel shoes and the short mini skirt she had acquired, which stopped just above her stocking tops. She had to hide this with a long coat in order to get out of the house and into the car. Jill also wore new underwear, more in keeping with her appearance. Gone was the feminine sexiness of silky knickers and camisole, she now wore a black thong, no bra and a white semi transparent blouse.

She thought she looked a horrible, cheap, mess and such an obvious prostitute, it was shameful. She could only bring herself to look in the mirror once before she left. She drove to her chosen place, still frequented by prostitutes, but which was in a different area than the one she had used the day before. 

For two and a half hours Jill turned cheap £50 tricks. She had brought condoms today and insisted on punters wearing them. 

She was nearing her target with each trick she performed. 

A young guy approached her.

"Hey darling how about me and you doing a bit of business?" he said.

"What did you have in mind?" asked Jill.

"Well I want a straight forward fuck, but I don't want it out here in the cold. I have a room in that guest house over there. I've been here on a course and I have been staying there this week. Let's go in there."

Jill saw no problem in what he wanted, and went with him. Inside the room he explained what he really wanted. 

"I want a straight fuck like I said, but I want you to really act the part. I want you to act the total whore for me." he explained.

Jill had found what she was doing obviously repulsive and sickening. However she had somehow retained a measure of aloofness and retained some shred of dignity with her approach up to now. Now this guy wanted her to give him that as well.

She needed his custom, she needed his money. So after 'Ben' had told her exactly what he wanted from her, they made the deal.

Ben sat on the bed against the headboard and watched Jill. She was made to start taking off her blouse and she was made to take if off as sexily as she could. Undoing buttons whilst never taking her eyes from his, she pouted her lips at him. Jill felt totally stupid acting like this and would have been embarrassed pouting like a stupid bitch in normal circumstances. 

These were not normal circumstances.

Jill opened the blouse, baring her still pert breasts to this young man, the nipples already hard and tender, with rubbing against the material of her blouse.

In short, Jill did a striptease for him. 

Now, naked apart from stockings, suspenders and high heels, she watched him come for her. She cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them up towards him, offering them to him. He greedily took a nipple into his mouth and sucked quite forcefully on it. 

"Oh yeah, suck my tits real hard baby" she said as instructed. 

"I need you to make those nipples rock hard babe." she continued whilst inwardly grimacing as her already sore and tender nipples were abused.

Jill continued to act the horny bitch, begging him to let her suck his cock (although he only had an average sized penis, in her dialogue it was 'his massive hard cock') She used her mouth to roll a condom over his hard dick and laid back to accept him inside her.

However many men entered her, however many men had her, it never seemed to get any easier for Jill. Each time a man used her it was like being taken by a stranger for the first time all over again. Here she was, allowing this unknown man to have her. If that wasn't bad enough, the way she was forced to act made it all the more repulsive. 

As her fucked her it became obvious to her that he was inexperienced.

"Maybe this is why he wants to belittle me, so as to cover his shortcomings" she thought. 

At his insistence, Jill continued the act she was finding extremely distasteful.

"Oh yes baby fuck me hard with your big cock." she shouted and then used THE offensive word for the first time in her life.

"Yeah fuck that worthless cunt, fuck that cunt baby, it needs you." 

Shamed, she continued.

"Oh that worthless cunt is yours baby, it belongs to you and no one else, it's your property babe, I'm your property, use me as your bitch." Jill didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

The young man let out a small cry and pushed into her. He grunted four or five times, once for each time he shot a jet of cum into her.

Jill lay back with her eyes closed as he pulled out of her. Had she been looking she would have seen him pull off his heavily laden condom and approach her. She knew nothing of what was happening until she felt the hot sticky liquid being pushed out of the condom onto her face.

Her initial reaction was to jump up and as she was about to launch into the dirty little bastard, she realised she had not been paid yet. 

What could she do? She did the only thing she could do, she played the game to the end, and accepted it. Jill rubbed the cum over her face, she pretended to try to lick it from the corners of her mouth, but in truth she made sure none of the disgusting little bastards cum went anywhere near her mouth.

Ben told Jill that the room was paid for until the morning, he was setting off back home tonight. and told her to just leave the key in reception when she left. He paid her and left.

Jill went into the bathroom, she grabbed the sides of the basin and her shoulders slumped. After a moment she raised her head and looked in the mirror, she looked dreadful, a strangers semen all over her face. She washed her face and reapplied makeup 

"No matter what I am made to endure, I will never give in" she said aloud.

Back out on the streets, night was moving on quickly, Jill could already sense the streets starting to empty. There were far less people milling around now, she would have to get a move on before it was too late.

A young black guy walked down the road towards her. He stopped and looked Jill up and down appraising her.

"What can I do for you sugar?" asked Jill.

"Nothing" he replied.

"What I want, I can get from a younger doll than you that's for sure." he sneered. The guy started to walk away, Jill thought quickly, the dwindling number on the street meant she could not afford to lose a single potential customer. If she did, she would either miss her deadline, or be out on the streets again tomorrow, or even the day after that as well.

It was unthinkable.

Never in a million years would she have believed these words would ever come from her lips. In desperation she said,

"Wait!" 

"How much will you pay for my ass?"

"It's virgin" she lied.

That got his attention. He walked back to her trying to act all cool and street wise (In fact he had always wanted a woman's ass, but the girls he ran with wouldn't entertain it.) He looked her up and down again and said.

"Lady you've got some business."

Jill thought quickly, she could take him back to the room for this, because the scenario where a black guy took her ass in a seedy alley didn't exactly appeal to her. The fact that she wanted this over quickly and she didn't want a long drawn out sex session with this guy, made her lead him into the alley, all the time looking round for a suitable place to commit the awful act. After a while they decided Jill should lean forward onto the front of her car. It was just the right height, and in no time at all, with no preliminaries, Jill was face down on her car. With her arms stretched out flat on the metal, breasts squashed flat and her stocking clad legs spread apart, he lifted her skirt up around her waist, her pussy was open to the world.

He wasn't here for that. He stood at the side of the car for a moment because he wanted to look her in the face again before he defiled her.

Jill in her naivety had not even considered assessing how big this guy was before she recklessly plunged into this situation. He unzipped and pulled out a thick meaty cock. Jill swallowed nervously. He was big, she had no concern for length, in her ass it didn't really matter, but he was quite large around the girth. Alan had taken her there on a couple of occasions over the years, but his thin cock didn't really cause her too much pain. This boy would be different. She would earn her money tonight

Her punter moved around behind her and wet his cock with copious amount of spit, it was going to be needed. Jill felt the large blunt end putting pressure on her puckered anus. As the pressure became more persistent the pain slowly started to rise. This was hurting quite badly now and Jill kept telling herself.

"Don't scream, don't cry, don't be a whining little housewife and beg him to stop, it will be over soon."

She was just about to lose the battle and scream, when the large, dark purple helmet popped past the resistant muscle round her entrance and entered her. The guy stopped pushing for a moment. He was no expert, but even he had the instinct to wait until her ass got used to the intrusion, her ass was 'virgin' after all he thought.

After waiting a minute he pushed again, Jill felt the tearing pain as he slid his long length into her. She slowly became accustomed to the size of him and he started to fuck her, pushing deeper and deeper slowly until he was buried fully in her ass, his balls slapping her pussy.

He banged her anus unmercifully, until he erupted inside her. He slumped over her back, squashing her tits even more, while he recovered a little, then stood up and slowly pulled his cock from her abused hole. He watched as his slimy cock slithered out of her with a small line of blood along the top of it. He had obviously split her slightly, and as the cum and blood ran from her ass he just thought,

"Fuck her, what do I care? she'll heal. It's what she gets paid for."

Jill made her way to the room, her ass burning as she walked. She needed to clean up, she wasn't finished yet. If anything, every time she endured abuse, it strengthened her resolve. If she gave up now all that degradation would be for nothing.

Grimacing as she cleaned her defiled anus she groaned.

"A few more Jill," "Just a few more and you can put all this behind you."

Back on the rapidly emptying street Jill huddled against the increasing wind. Then the last thing she expected, wanted or needed happened.

"Hello Jill."

Jill spun round instinctively, there stood grinning at her was Frank, one of her husbands friends.

"Oh shit, oh Jesus, oh please God no." her mind raced.

Nervously she said.

"Oh Frank, what are you doing here?"

"The same as you I imagine." leered Frank staring at her stocking tops, visible below her skirt. 

"How about you and me getting it together Jill?" mocked Frank.

Jill had always thought Frank was a slimy, creepy asshole. In her position she had absolutely no right to be superior, however she talked down to him quite arrogantly.

"I really don't think so, do you?" sneered Jill.

Frank had always fancied having a crack at Jill, but always thought she was stuck up and a one man woman, and any advance could cause trouble if she told Alan. He once heard her tell another woman that she didn't fancy him in the slightest and thought him creepy and a loser.

"Whatever would Alan say?" said Frank.

They both knew the insinuation Frank had made. He knew his position of strength and she realised the implications of being exposed, not just to Alan but her whole society. The lesser of two evils stood right in front of her. Frank held out his hand and reluctantly and with sinking heart Jill took it. She led him across the road towards her room.

Inside the room Frank could not believe his luck. Here was Jill Harvey, alone with him, at his mercy and about to fuck him. He mocked her a little about her position and became arrogant. He started hinting that maybe for his silence he could have a regular fuck.

Jill knew it was now or never to put a stop to the danger, with mounting anger she approached Frank and grabbed his balls. She dug her fingernails into him and hissed.

"Listen asshole, I have a very big, very nasty and very violent pimp. One word from me and he will cut your pecker off and feed it to you, understand?"

Frank nodded and started to apologise, she let go of his balls and he made towards the door thinking he had overplayed his hand and blown it, and that he had to leave. Jill however knew the reality of the situation, she had stopped him bossing the situation in the future, but he had money and she needed money, he was the master of her sexually as a buyer is to a seller. Jill decided she simply had to treat him as a paying customer and give him whatever he demanded.

"Ok, how do you want to have me?" asked Jill.

His cock stirred involuntarily.

"Jesus, I am actually going to screw her." he thought.

He approached her and tried to kiss her. The one thing she had in common with the other working girls was a feeling that kissing was too personal and they needed to keep some thing back no matter how small. She avoided his lips and with a feeling of revulsion about the coming proceedings, she took a step back and unbuttoned her blouse.

Frank stared at her breasts, his wife was the same age as Jill, but had turned to fat, her tits saggy. Jill stood in front of him, her breasts still pert, the nipples hard and uplifted. Frank noticed the hickeys and bruises and strangely enough found them a turn on. She was like a bitch that had just been used. He was galvanized into action. He took each nipple in turn into his mouth.

Jill cringed. 

Frank took his time, he was not a horny young lad, he wanted to be patient and savour her. He sucked each nipple in turn into his mouth and gently bit them. He dragged his teeth along the short length of Jill's buds, drawing and enticing them out. They hardened.

After a while he wanted more.

"Let's get that skirt off shall we" he said.

Jill took a step backwards, hooked her thumbs into the sides of her skirt and thong, and eased them over her hips. They fell to the floor, and exposed her fully naked to her husband's friend. Frank stared appreciatively, Jill stood, legs slightly apart and Frank could see the neat black curly triangle between her legs. he liked her having the classical look that he grew up with, before the obsession with being smooth came along.

Jill wanted to move this loathsome act along, she stepped to the bed and lay back on it. She adopted the position women have adopted since time began.

Frank advanced on Jill, her stocking clad legs were spread open and her pussy with its neat covering of pubic hair was bared to his gaze. There in front of him fully naked and waiting for him was Jill Harvey, his mate's wife! he couldn't believe his luck.

He fell to his knees in front of her, he knew she wanted it over with, but he was damned if he was going to rush a thing. Frank leant forward and breathed in her smell. He ran his fingertips through her bush, and began touching her pussy lips. He examined them closely, he was trying to burn a mental picture into his mind for later use. He knelt and took in the sight he desperately wanted to be able to remember. He gazed between her legs at her cunt, up her stomach to her tits and more importantly into her face. The image he wanted to remember had to include her face and cunt together. As he fingered her and touched her, he stared intently at her pink wet pussy, framed by darker lips taking in every feature and detail for later use.

Frank had had no intention of licking her pussy, he knew what she was. But now he was between her legs, he just had to do it for a short time, just for the experience, and simply the knowledge that he had done it. He gently put his tongue into the opening of her pussy and swirled it around. He then lightly ran his tongue from the pink inner folds, up along the length of her lips and swirled around her clitoris. He ran the underside of his tongue back down, and repeated this for a minute or so.

Jill felt him take her labia into his mouth, he gently sucked each of her small pink lips in turn, drawing them between his own lips, before returning to her clitoris. It was pleasurable and she hated it for being so.

Frank was loving it, but he was ready to fuck her.

He stood up and Jill took the hint, 

"Not so fast there, you must wear a condom" she said. Jill opened the packet and using the method she had learned very quickly she used her mouth to put it on him. She started to scoot back onto the bed.

"Not so fast little lady" said Frank.

"Let me get on the bed first."

"That's it now climb on and face the other way, and straddle me. That's it, I want you doing what's called 'reverse cowgirl.'

Jill cringed yet again, she knew what this meant, she wasn't stupid. She realised that in this position SHE would have to fuck HIM. All the times over this nightmare that she had been taken by men, she had pretty much simply taken it. Of all the other punters, she would have chosen any of them, rather than this blackmailer to be the one she had to actively screw.

Jill straddled him, thinking,

"At least I won't have to look him in the eyes like this."

With her legs wide apart and her vagina gaping, Jill performed the distasteful act of reaching between her legs for his cock. Grasping it she positioned it at her entrance, knowing he was watching everything, she did what he desperately wanted to see, she inserted his cock into herself.

Frank watched transfixed, he was inside her, he was actually fucking Alan's wife! He watched Jill's hips in their thrusting motion, somehow gripping and lifting at the same time, drawing her pussy lips up and down the length of his cock. It smeared his dick with wetness and made the condom shine with it.

Jill worked him like this, feeling his hardness sliding into her depths. praying he would cum quickly. 

To her horror and disgust, it was her that came. She felt that first tingle that tells a woman she is going to cum, and her heart sank.

"Oh no, not with HIM, please I couldn't bear it."

She was desperate not to orgasm with him, but the penis sliding across the area between her vagina and her clitoris, which was a sensitive area for her, drove her towards an unwanted climax. Many women have faked an orgasm, but here was Jill trying her best to conceal one. This man that she looked down on as a creep and a loser, had exploited her position and taken her. She desperately did not want him to take her orgasm away with him like a trophy or badge of honour that he could wear 'like a notch on his belt.' Jill knew that sometime in the future they would meet and she would die of embarrassment at letting him have her, if she was to have an orgasm for him it would by a hundred times worse.

As she worked her vagina up and down his shaft, Jill was only moving her pussy along the middle inches of his cock. He wanted to see more and ordered her to raise herself right to the very end of his cock, where he could see his helmet gripped by her pussy lips, and then plunge into her as she was made to lower herself right down so his cock was buried in her to the hilt, the pubic hair on her outer lips meshing with his.




Forced into Prostitution Ch. 02



Jill started to disguise her imminent climax with sounds, grunts, oohs and aaahs 

that sounded as though they were due to her exertions rather than the orgasm which was rapidly approaching. 

Jill came, and for the life of her, she would never understand quite how she kept it from him. It was massive and ripped through her, the electric shocks in her vagina making her shudder. Jill felt the walls of her vagina contract time and again as she involuntarily squeezed on his cock. 

"How could she cum like that, with a man like this, in a situation like this? she wondered.

With her pussy on fire she worked extra hard on Frank, she had had enough, she wanted his penis out of her. Gripping and milking his cock, she seemed to sense his body becoming more rigid and his hands on her ass gripping a little tighter.

"I want to cum in your mouth" said Frank his voice becoming laboured. 

Jill thought to herself, "No way you bastard." but Frank was insistent, he hinted again about what Alan would think if he could see them now, the inference clear.

"Don't forget my pimp" menaced Jill.

"Ok then, I will pay you double." offered Frank.

Jill simply stopped and lifted herself from him, she swung her leg over his body and knelt on the floor.

"Come on then, if I must" she said.

Frank jumped from the bed, his climax starting to rise. He pulled off the condom and threw it to the floor.

"Open your mouth and hold out your tongue for me Mrs Harvey, that's a good girl" goaded Frank.

Jill was stunned to hear him use her name, it personalized the whole scenario, it made her human and real, it brought the wife, mother and grandmother that she was into the room. No longer the faceless whore she had been, she was Mrs Harvey, wife of Alan, being fucked for money. 

She meekly obeyed and held her mouth open for him. She extended her tongue and waited.

"Look at me, look me in the eyes bitch" he commanded then gasped.

"Oh fuck yes, yes" as his cum erupted from his cock, jet after jet of hot salty cum shot into Jill's mouth. 

Her face was a picture to him, on her knees before him, looking up into his eyes, her mouth open, His cum lay across the length of her tongue in six or seven long strings. This sight would form the basis of many masturbation sessions for Frank (It was a pity he didn't know she had come, as that would have been the icing on the cake of his masturbation fantasy.) 

Jill felt the hot cum in her mouth and on her tongue, she waited for his order as to what to do with it. She soon wished she had swallowed it quickly, as he made her play with it in her mouth, swirling it around her tongue and keep showing it to him. Finally he ordered her to swallow which she did.

A little while later they stood facing each other. Frank was in the act of paying Jill, who wanted to crawl under a stone and die. After he had handed over the money, Frank took Jill's chin lightly in his hand and leant forward. He kissed her once full on the lips.

"See you around babe" he said winking.

Jill was mortified by the kiss. 

"Why the fuck had she let him do it?" she asked herself. It repulsed her, it made the situation personal, Jill together with Frank rather than whore and punter. Worse still, it might even make the bastard think she wanted it and enjoyed it.

Jill sat on the bed after Frank had left. The whole scene had left her beaten and deflated. She rallied herself the best she could.

With Frank paying her double the going rate, Jill counted her money.

"One more trick, just one lousy trick more and I can forget this nightmare."

Out on the street for what seemed the millionth time, Jill looked around. It was now very late and for a while she saw no potential customers at all, just a few desperate prostitutes hoping for last minute business. She then noticed a weedy, greasy looking young man looking at her. 

"Can I tempt you with anything?" she asked him.

"No, I think the younger girls over there will be better than you" he said matter-of-factly and quite politely, then started to walk away.

"Don't let him walk away girl" Jill said to herself. She didn't believe she was saying this, but she was at her wits end and felt she would have a total breakdown if she had to return another day, or missed her payment to the bank, rendering all she had endured as pointless.

"You can do me bareback if you like, I will suck your bare cock and you can cum inside me."

The nerdy loser had never had a girl let him do that. So what if this whore was a bit old? He wanted wet pussy on his bare cock.

Jill led her last ever customer (please God) to the room. She was determined that this would not last long, she was desperate to get out of here now. She simply took control. She unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor. The guy had quite a small cock. (It's funny she thought two days ago this penis would have been quite acceptable to her, but after what she had experienced she was now looking upon it as a bit weedy.)

She wasted no time in taking his cock into her mouth. She cupped his balls with one hand, they felt really heavy and full.

"Mmmm these feel really full babe." she said as she continued her act.

"When I know I am coming down here, I don't wank for a few days. I like cumming loads when I am paying for it."

"Great, just my luck, some kid who's going to blow me into next week when he comes!" Jill thought.

Jill's last act of whoring was mercifully short, the punter started with her in the usual doggy position, but then took the pillows and laid them on the bed. Jill was made to lay on the bed with the pillows under her pelvis, then pushed forward. This left her laid flat on her stomach, with her ass and hips in the air. Her legs were together and because she was slim, the crinkled lips of her pussy stood proud between them, available to him. 

The guy opened her legs slightly and propped himself on straight arms as though doing push-ups. He fucked Jill like this. He was looking down watching his cock sliding in and out of her, pulling her pussy lips in and out with his cock when he came. He was true to his word he flooded her insides.

When he had left, Jill (who was still in the same position as he left,) closed her legs and held her thighs tightly together. She thought about her last 48 hours, from a safe and secure housewife that had only one man in the years she had been married, a prim and proper mother, and a doting grandmother, she had BEEN (she instantly used the past tense to reassure herself the nightmare was over) a foul -mouthed, dirty whore who had been had by so many men she had lost count.

She started to cry. This time, not for her the quiet little tears, but wracking sobs which shook her whole body and drenched the pillow her face was buried in. She stayed like that for a long time.

Jill jumped up suddenly decisive, she dressed quickly, trying to jam her panties as far into her pussy as she could (She didn't want to lose a drop). She ran downstairs, leaving the key with reception, as her punter had requested. She drove home and entered the driveway. She opened the door and stepped inside quietly.

"Is that you Jill?" enquired Alan, who came into the hallway to meet her. He couldn't believe how she looked.

"Some fucking girl's night out by the looks of it" he snarled.

Still keeping her thighs together the best she could, she sexily walked up to her husband and suggestively silenced him by putting a finger across his lips and pouting her own. She took his hand and led him into the parlour, swaying her hips like a pro. Jill got to the sofa and turned around, as she sat down she pulled Alan down with her. He was knelt on the floor between her legs.

Jill sexily hitched her skirt up round her waist, allowing him to see her stockings and thong. She put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, pulled them round her knees and let them fall to the ground.

She stepped out of her panties with one high heeled and stocking clad ankle and spread her legs, opening herself to him.

With eyes blazing with hatred, but putting on a false smile and sexy voice she whispered to him,

"Come on baby lick my pussy..."



Forced into Prostitution Ch. 03



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As Alan licked Jill's pussy and put his tongue in his wife, he realised something was wrong down there. He was left in no doubt as to what that was, when she opened her purse, which was next to her on the sofa and put a wad of notes on her stomach just above her pubic hair line, right in front of his face. 

"Do you see that Alan?" she asked.

"That is all the money that men on the street gave me, to let them fuck me and shoot their filth in my pussy. The very filth you are eating out of me now." 

Alan jerked back and glared at her.

"What did you say?" he growled through gritted teeth, "You dirty fucking whore." Alan shouted as he spat out whatever had come from this dirty bitch's cunt.

Jill was in no mood to take shit from this no good, lying, cheating, useless piece of crap that she called her husband.

"You heard me asshole, you are eating cum dumped in me, by dirty punters I picked up off the street," she taunted.

"I have been fucking men non-stop for two days, and loving every inch banged into me and every drop of cum they dumped into me," she lied.

Alan made to move towards her menacingly.

"Listen, you bastard, if you lay one finger on me, two things will happen. I will go straight to a lawyer and the police and have you investigated for anything I can get you with. Fraud, negligence, misappropriation of funds whatever sticks."

Without pausing Jill continued.

"The second thing I will do is bring my rather violent pimp round here and he will put you in the hospital for a year," The lies coming thick and fast now.

"That's right asshole, I have a pimp, and he is a massive black guy who has first go on all the girls he runs, Jill sneered. He fucked me three times before any punter got near me, just to break me in and make sure that me and my body were good enough, and up to the task, if you know what I mean," Jill winked.

"I want you out of this house in thirty minutes, and if I ever see your lousy, rotten, stinking face again, I will take a hammer to it," she promised.

That was six months ago. Alan had left Jill, the house and the business. He was history.

In those months Jill had run the business in the way it should be. She was not in debt (especially not in hock to a loan shark) and she was making money, but the bastard wanted his share of the house and was starting to see solicitors to make a compulsory sale, or to receive his share. Jill could not even contemplate giving up her house, she loved it there and had sleepless nights trying to think of ways to get the asshole (she never referred to him by name anymore) paid off and out of her life.

Through threats of legal action over how he had misappropriated the businesses funds etc, they had come to a compromise over how much he was willing to settle for. It was a much better proposition for Jill, but she still had to come up with the money somehow. Now trading on a profitable basis, meant she could re-mortgage the house to raise most of the money. However she was still a few thousand short.

She couldn't believe that she could be in the same predicament twice, she needed quick money. Jill considered all her options, and found she hadn't got many. All the time the obvious thought would not go away,

She couldn't possibly contemplate THAT could she?

Fate took a hand.

One summer's day she was in the park with her daughter Alison and her grandchildren. As Jill watched them play, she was approached by a man. He was in his thirties and quite reasonably presented.

"Excuse me Ms, you don't know me, but do you think I could have a quick word with you please?"

Jill didn't know the man, but in the park in the middle of the day seemed safe enough, and Alison was leading the children towards the slides so she knew they would be awhile.

"What can I do for you?" Jill asked.

"Well..." he hesitated,

"I saw you at work one night with Jarrod and his crew, and I thought I might have a word with you."

"Oh Jesus no," Jill thought.

"Here comes the blackmail, I knew this was bound to happen. Here comes the demand for money, or worse still, for sexual favours." 

"I would like to put a business proposition to you if I may," the man continued.

"I provide services for discerning clients, and wondered if you would be interested in helping me provide them, with what it is they require."

"You mean you are a pimp and you are looking for working girls," stated Jill.

"Well yes and no, I do operate girls, but I'm not a pimp as you know it. Permit me to explain. A lot of men just want a quickie, and use a street girl, as you well know. I have several clients however who want a bit more than that."

"You mean like an escort girl?" asked Jill.

"Well sort of, but more like a niche market, where different preferences are satisfied." he said.

Jill bristled.

"Look I don't know what you take me for, or what makes you think a woman like me would be interested in that sort of thing......," she said indignantly (and not a little hypocritically).

"You mean the sort of woman that does black gangbangs?" countered the man. Listen lady, if you need to make good money, and not the cheap trick variety, here's my card," He handed her his business card.

"If you don't fine, no harm done. But just one thing before you go, let's be honest, you aren't good enough, young enough or attractive enough, to get by hustling against those girls. Find yourself a niche with me and you will do well."

Jill managed to keep her calm and whispered,

"Those days were the worst of my life, a nightmare of debasement and degradation that still keeps me awake at night. I was forced to do it, so if you think I am going to chose to do it, so casually you are crazy."

"That was on the streets Mrs, he stated blandly. Consider this, if you went out with a man one night, for dinner or entertainment etc, you might consider sleeping with him yes?"

"Not as though it's any of your business, but I suppose so yes," Jill replied.

"Then why not do the same thing only earn well from it?" he asked holding his hands open in a questioning gesture. Go out with a guy and have some fun, and let him pay good money for your company."

Jill took his card and they parted. Several months later Jill was getting even closer to the pay off date agreed between the solicitors.

She had to DO something.

"Please God don't let me have to go back to THAT."

She decided to call Errol, just to talk it over.

The discussion went backwards and forwards, Jill adamant that being a common prostitute was not for her, until Errol explained,

"Ok look, let's give this a try. I have a customer that wants a girl. The story of this guy is that, he is clean, well dressed and polite. The trouble is he ain't exactly good looking if you know what I mean. His little foible is to arrange a girl somewhere and act as though they have just met. His ego thing is that he likes to act as though you find him attractive and that he is so handsome you can't resist him and he seduces you."

"That doesn't sound too bad," admitted Jill.

"That's right sugar, it's a single guy and he just needs the satisfaction of feeling, he has succeeded in picking up a woman and sleeping with her, even if it has been arranged."

"Like I said it's not like whoring, it's like a date," said Errol.

After all she had been through before, physically during the acts she was forced to perform, and mentally afterwards, Jill couldn't believe that she agreed to it.

She was walking, eyes wide open, back into the nightmare.

Jill received her instructions. The guy was white, 6ft and would wear jeans, a fleece jacket and carry a newspaper, so she knew who he was. Jill was to dress in black stockings and suspenders with a short (but not too short to be in public in) skirt. Her bra and panties were her choice as was the top she would wear.

She was to make her way to the adult movie theatre across town and pay for a certain movie. Once in the cinema she would sit in a certain place, or as near to it as possible and wait. She would act perfectly natural and let him come on to her, she would flirt and allow herself to be seduced. Dependant on the clients wishes, or how close to them others were sat, he would either fuck Jill in the cinema or take her someplace else. She would receive no money on the night.

Jill looked at herself in her underwear in the mirror. She was devastated that yet again life had forced her into making, not just a personal sacrifice, everyone makes them, but into such sordid and shameful acts. To do this for the second time was terrible.

Jill arrived at the cinema and duly followed her orders. She watched as several single men entered and sat spaced out in the theatre. Three boys of around nineteen sat across the aisle on the same row as her. Jill sat feeling pitiful and sad, at her lamentable situation. She was sat waiting for a stranger to come and have sex with her. She waited and waited but her 'date' didn't show. The movie started and Jill was unsure what to do.

"Hey lady, you wanna have some fun?"

One of the gang of three had crept across to sit by her.

"I am waiting for my husband, so if you don't want a good hiding I would push off if I was you," snarled Jill.

"Whooo Little Miss Snooty I presume," laughed the boy.

Jill had waited long enough, and to be honest she wanted a chance to get out of this repulsive situation.

"Look I am leaving anyway," said Jill and edged to the aisle and made a move towards the front.

"Hey momma, don't you know you use the back entrance, once the show has started?" a boy whispered.

Flustered, Jill turned round and exited the auditorium at the back.

Her big mistake.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she realised she was in a stairwell. She saw two doors. The exit door, she found locked, and another door which was open, which she could see was empty except for a table and some chairs. 

Jill turned to climb the stairs only to be confronted by the gang.

"Now where do you think you are going Little Miss Snooty?" asked one boy. She didn't notice one of the others had moved behind her, until she saw the blade in front of her eyes.

"Scream and you will never see again bitch," he hissed.

Jill was pulled into the empty room and the door closed. She was constantly telling them her husband would be looking for her and to leave her alone.

"Look bitch, we haven't the time or patience for this wailing."

"I don't want any dialogue, no drawn out pleading, no trying to appeal to our better nature. It's happening Ok?" boy number two hissed. We are going to take what we want, we are going to take it quickly, and we are going to take it now. I WILL cut you if you resist."

Putting the knife under her chin, he said,

"Get your tits out bitch, I wanna see those babies."

Jill was mortified. This was happening so quickly she even wondered if she was dreaming. 

"Oh my God," she thought as she realised the simple truth, I am going to be raped by these three men."

There was no question of prolonging the rape so they could enjoy her more, in this location they had to move fast. They had looked the place over and found it to be secluded whilst the movie was showing, but you never know when some nosy fucker would come wandering by.

"Lose the blouse and bra or have them shredded," commanded the first guy.

Stupefied, Jill hesitated (for the first and last time) and felt the smack across her face. She was stunned, but it had the desired effect and stirred her, frightened and shaking into action. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse and took the bra from her breasts. The still pert nipples hardened instantly in the cool room. Jill stood proud as three boys mauled her tits. The third guy who had been quietest up until now took malicious delight in pinching her nipples and watching Jill wince. 

"Move it lady, we ain't got all day, he hissed, "Let's see the cunt."

Nauseated by the crude terminology for her body and the fact she knew she had no options, Jill unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She lowered her panties, down around her thighs, stood before them and spread her feet. 

Jill got a couple of wolf whistles at her appearance. 

"You got dressed in those stockings just for us babe?" mocked boy number three, I think you might have been out looking for it you slut."

Jill cursed the fact, that today of all days, she would just happen to be dressed like this. 

"On your knees darling, you've got some work to do," she was ordered.

Whilst Kneeling on the floor, with three young men fishing their cocks from their trousers for her to suck, Jill knew, that being a whore had been a terrible ordeal for her, but being raped was going to be a different ball-game altogether. 

"Just a little suck sweetheart while my little friend here is ready for you," taunted boy number one. 

With the resignation setting in and the hesitancy being knocked out of her by the violence, Jill sucked their cocks. They gathered round her and made her alternate between them. Knelt on a dirty floor, having to perform oral sex on strangers, it was deja vu in the worst possible way for her.

Jill was made to spit and slobber on their cocks and make lewd noises as though she was enjoying this. That went on for a while, cock after cock, her ministrations resulting in three very hard and ready young cocks.

Jill was dragged to her feet by her breasts.

"Come on bitch its show time," snarled the second man. He pushed her backwards on the table, hitched her skirt and grabbed her panties, which were still around Jill's thighs. He took a masochistic pleasure in pulling them down slowly. He opened Jill's stocking clad legs and gazed at his prize.

"I hope that pussy is nice and wet for the visitors it's got coming," said man number three and leant over from the side to run his fingers up the length of her labia. He roughly pushed a finger into Jill's vagina.

"Hey guys, this slut is wet, I told you she was looking for a few hard cocks," he laughed.

"Let's get it on man," the man between her legs was urged. Jill clenched her eyes closed and gripped the side of the table as she felt the cock rub up and down her labia, wetting the rock hard length. Then the feeling that was becoming all too familiar, a strangers cock parting her labia and pushing into her hot, wet, pink folds.

She was raped.

The rape was far from subtle, they had neither the time nor the patience to do anything but quickly take turns fucking her. Jill realised that this meant they had no aversion to putting their penises into her semen filled vagina either. They took no time-out to let their comrades cum dribble out of her before they took his place.

Jill endured.

As three men each took her in turn, banging into her with no finesse what so ever, the table rocked with the violence of the fucking her vagina was taking. Her nipples being deliberately hurt by the obnoxious and nasty violators.

They were done, they had used her.

A few minutes after Jill had felt the third flood of semen entering her vagina, and her rapist pulling out of her, she realised she was alone. 

She was trying to block out what was happening so much, that she hadn't heard them leave. Jill slowly raised her back off the table and sat up. The semen ran from her in a torrent. She gingerly lowered herself to the floor, her thighs and the tops of her stockings were wet with semen and the stockings were ripped and laddered. Gripping her blouse close to her chest she looked around for her panties, and commenced dressing the best she could. 

There was an old mirror on the wall, Jill looked into it and saw her face was a mess with smudged and smeared makeup. It was a legacy of cocks, wet from her mouth, slapping across her face, hands grabbing her face as the owners of them raped her and her own tears.

Jill slowly tried to make her self presentable to get herself home. She left the movie theatre and made her way home.

After a bath that lasted hours, trying to cleanse the filth from her body especially that which was inside her, Jill went to bed still gently weeping.

The next day, Jill made her way to see Errol, she had better apologise and explain why she had failed to make the meeting with his client. Climbing the stairs and wearily entering his make shift office, in the crummy warehouse in which he based himself.

Errol saw Jill and smiled.

"Ah Jill baby, well done my girl you were superb."

Jill was confused.

"Errol I have to tell you, I didn't make the appointment, something awful has happened."

"No, no my dear, Oh Jill what a star - you are," he said in rhyme.

"You did everything I could have wished for."

"I'm sorry Errol, but you're just not listening to me," Jill tried to explain.

"You were perfecto darling," Errol purred.

The penny was starting to drop for Jill.

"Just wait a moment Errol, are you actually telling me that last night was ARRANGED?" she asked incredulously.

"Of course darling, and let me tell you, the client was full of praise for you." Errol said.

Jill screamed.

"You mean to tell me, I have been gang raped and suffered the worst night of my life and it was actually set up by you?" hysterically, she continued.

"You lousy bastard, I ought to kill you," she hissed. Why didn't you tell me, I could have refused, or at least endured it as a group sex assignment, without being raped?"

Errol explained.

"Listen Jill, the client is the son of a multi-millionaire from round here. Him and his mates are bored stupid and need a bit of unusual action for kicks." Jill glared at him as he went on.

"This guy has screwed all the young, hot women around here, and desperately wanted something new."

"Like raping me you mean," Jill shouted.

"He wanted him and his buddies to rape someone, but he didn't want to get the law on his case," Errol explained. "He was willing to pay well for the privilege, so I gave him you."

Jill made for the door, crestfallen. The experience of rape was all too much. Errol continued.

"Look Jill if I had told you the arrangement, you would probably have refused, or gone along trying to pretend your way through it, in an amateur way. You would have tried to ham act your way through and made a mess of it." Guiltily he said,

"This way the client got exactly what he wanted, a bone fide rape."

Jill's hand was on the door knob.

"I don't ever want to see your face again," she whispered.

"Wait babe, aren't you forgetting something?" he asked, holding out an envelope.

She went back to him and looked in the envelope and saw the wad of money. Jill raised her eyes to meet Errol's and he said,

"I told you he was filthy rich and you made his wish come true. Money means nothing to him, there is three grand for you in that packet."

Jill stared at the money,

"Three grand for a quick fuck, doesn't seem so bad now, does it sugar?" said Errol.

Having sex with all those strangers in back alleys came to Jill's mind. She remembered the revulsion she felt, as they pawed her and used her, then paid her peanuts.

She made a decision.

"I will still feel the same revulsion, but if I am to be made to live like this, as a common whore, then I want those bastards to pay dearly," she thought.

Errol approached Jill, took her hand and gently kissed her forehead. Jill looked into his eyes and said,

"Ring me when the next job comes in."

For a few weeks Jill had a variety of uninteresting (for her) assignments. She had told Errol that on no account was she willing to get involved with the pissers and shitters. This turned her stomach and Jill told Errol,

"There is not enough money in the world to make me do that, desperate as I am." 




Forced into Prostitution Ch. 03



She also turned down the 'babies', the men who wanted to be dressed in nappies and fed etc. It was too much like paedophilia for her liking. Some sick bastards even wanted to fuck her while she was on her period (not that she had them anymore).

So Jill concentrated on the quite harmless tasks. Jill found herself in scenarios where she acted like the maid, or went to the house dressed as a policewoman. She was a nurse more times than she cared to remember, and found herself on deserted roads next to her 'broken down car' as the helpless, stranded housewife awaiting her rescuer.

Jill also lost her virginity on several occasions, and in one memorable incident she found herself trying to suppress the giggles. (The only time she ever smiled in her entire 'career') As she lay on a bed dressed as a virgin, as some sad man pranced around her, holding his cloak at arms length, telling her he was Dracula and was going to ravish her.

"Errol rang Jill one day, and told her he had a job for her."

"Ok, shoot," said Jill grabbing pen and paper for the details. Errol gave her the details of the arrangement and said,

"It's a threesome the guy wants." he explained.

After the rape Jill didn't like to be in the company of more than one man at a time anymore, she didn't feel comfortable or in control anymore. She started to air her fears to Errol when he said,

"No babe, don't worry, you've got it wrong. The third person is another woman."

On the following day, dressed in nothing but high heels, a light summer frock and small pair of panties, Jill arrived for her appointment. It was a large apartment complex in the city. She rang the street intercom and was buzzed into the building. Instantly she could tell this was a 'money' place. The door to the apartment was opened by a tall, handsome, well-to-do type man, who Jill took to be somewhere in his 40's.

"Ah you must be Jill," he smiled through perfect white teeth. "Please come in and welcome to my home." She stepped into the well appointed apartment, and was shown into the lounge area.

"My name is Mike, let me make the introductions, Clare, this is Jill, Jill this is Clare."

Clare looked about 26, she was dressed conservatively. She had a lovely figure and was very pretty, (Later Jill would think her face looked like a mask she wore as protection. Her face was the public interface, she herself was hidden inside.)

They shook hands, and Mike offered her a drink. The three of them sat round idly chatting, before Clare who was very experienced for her age, realised Mike was expecting the girls to begin.

Clare stood and took Jill by the hand. She gently pulled Jill to her feet, held both her hands and pulled Jill towards her. It was unmistakeable, 

"This girl is going to kiss me," shot through Jill's mind.

Instinctively Jill pulled back slightly. It was then she realised, that even with all she had been through, she had still retained enough naivety, that she had actually assumed the two women were here for the man to take turns on.

"Oh God I'm here to make it with them both," she realised.

Clare was a very experience girl, she saw and recognised the signs instantly.

"Come honey, let's go and make ourselves pretty for the nice gentleman," she said affectedly and blew an outrageously put-on kiss with pouted lips to Mike.

Inside the large, luxurious, bathroom, Clare grabbed Jill by one elbow,

"What's going on girl? She hissed. You acted like a child out there, you wanna foul this gig?"

Jill explained her naivety and the fact she hadn't expect the move that Clare had made. 

"Look sister, do you want to blow the gig, or are you willing to give it a go?" Clare asked.

Jill nodded almost imperceptibly and said,

"I need the money, so I want to stay. But I don't know what's expected of me."

"OK sister, listen up, I will direct you all the time. Where ever I push you, or pull you or steer you towards, you do it ok?"

Jill nodded.

"No hesitation, no showing the slightest bit of unease, YOU DO IT OK? Clare continued, everything we do out there, we will be expected to do to each other, so I will do things to you first, to show you how to act, understand?"

Clare kissed Jill lightly on the lips,

"Just a little on account, eh babe." said Clare. She winked, Jill blushed furiously.

Clare took Jill by the hand and led her back into the room. She seductively walked to Mike, while still holding Jill's hand. Mike sat back and watched, as Clare pulled Jill towards her. This time, shaking like a leaf and feeling this was all wrong, all so very wrong, Jill forced herself to comply.

Clare kissed Jill for the second time, but this time it was for real. As she felt the soft velvety lips of a woman, expertly caress her own, Jill closed her eyes.

"Hey Jill babe," shouted Mike, "Open your eyes, I want to see you gaze into each others eyes."

Jill kissed back like a robot. Clare gently nipped Jill on the back of her arm in an obvious gesture to force Jill to respond. Jill took the hint, not having any real option and with a feeling of helplessness, Jill kissed back.

Jill felt the straps of her summer frock being pushed off her shoulders. She straightened her arms so the thin, flimsy dress could fall to the floor. As Mike gazed at her body dressed only in heels and panties, clung in another woman's embrace, she expected Clare to take her own dress off, but soon got the message as Clare glared at her.

Pulling Clare's dress from her with shaking hands was unreal. Her young, hard, vibrant breasts came into view. Without waiting for direction Jill bent her head to Clare's breasts and kissed each nipple just once each.

"Nice touch," thought Clare.

Clare led Jill to the sofa and lay her down. She took Jill's nipples in turn into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and sucked the little buds. The main task however wasn't to please Jill, it was to please the client. She knew he wanted to see their nipples hard and long, so she gently bit and drew out Jill's pink uplifted little buds, further and further out with her teeth, until they were as big as they could physically get.

Jill showed herself to Mike, pushing her chest out and cupping her breasts, she offered them and their engorged nipples, to him. Jill had always wanted bigger breasts, but now at her age, her medium sized breasts were best. If she had been bigger, they would have lost shape by now, but being smaller they retained their uplift and a nice amount of firmness.

Mike wasn't ready yet, and Clare knew it. She pulled Jill down towards her, and holding her head in her hands directed her towards her hard tits. 

Clare controlled Jill throughout. She was an experienced, cold, cynical actress who knew what the paymaster wanted and knew how to act and pretend, in providing it.

Clare sat Jill on the edge of the sofa and pushed her so she sat against the backrest. Jill looked down her body saw everything that Clare did. She (constantly acting for the customers benefit) sexily tugged the strings on either side of Jill's tiny panties and pulled them away from her body. Jill's pubic hair came into view, and then as Clare spread Jill's legs so did her vagina.

"Wow, you don't see many beavers around anymore," laughed Mike. "I like it, it's different."

Jill's whole body tensed as Clare slid downwards and Jill realised what was to come. As the soft velvety tongue, ever so lightly and slowly, licked the length of her labia and clitoris Jill sighed. She tried her best to act and behave naturally, the wonderful feeling another woman was giving her vagina certainly helped, but she fooled no one.

Just as Clare was the consummate actress, Mike had been around the block a few times himself. He could see a mile off that Jill wasn't used to this. However, rather than spoiling it for him, he liked the idea. In most fantasies the young innocent is seduced and taught by an older man or woman. Mike found the sight of the older woman being so out of her depth and comfort zone, and being manipulated by a younger girl to be a massive turn on.

He said nothing.

As Clare licked Jill's pussy, lapping up her juices, taking her labia into her mouth and teasing her rock hard engorged clitoris, she thought she felt the first signs that Jill may be about to orgasm. Clare slowly pulled away. Working girls usually hated to cum for their clients. It was something personal that they liked to save for their loved one. They gave the punter everything else, so usually didn't want to give them the one thing they had left. Clare did not know how Jill felt about this, so she stopped short of forcing a climax on her.

Clare knew Jill would hate what she was about to do, but they weren't here for Jill's benefit. She made her way up Jill's body, then with a face covered with Jill's juices she kissed her. Jill tasted herself on Clare's tongue and lips and was less than impressed, not so Mike, he got a big buzz from it.

"Time to go to work sugar," whispered Clare. Jill knew it was inevitable, so playing the part the best she could, she swapped places with Clare. She worked her way down her body, and in one swift movement tugged down her thong and exposed a perfectly smooth pussy.

Steeling herself, Jill prized apart Clare's legs and gazed at the young woman's vagina.

"Just do it," the voice in her head shouted.

She lowered her face to the glistening labia in front of her, and went to work. The first ever taste of another woman's vagina and the wetness within surprised Jill. Although her mind would not allow her to find it pleasant, it was not revolting or terrible either. She licked and nibbled at the lips and pushed her tongue inside Clare's wet pink folds. 

Whatever Jill did, she did by instinct. In fact she did a pretty good job on Clare, because as she warmed to the task, she felt Clare push her head from between her legs (Clare didn't want to cum.) 

Clare looked seductively at Mike, again put on the really affected sexy voice and said,

"Hey honey, we are getting a bit lonely here, why don't you join us?"

Jill had her first threesome.

As the girls kissed, licked and sucked each other, Mike entered Jill. She felt her sodden vagina open to him, and felt his nicely endowed cock slide into her depths. He fucked her for a while, being turned on in the knowledge that although she may pretend otherwise, she wasn't totally enjoying this. 

He alternated between girls, as they twisted and writhed around, whoever's pussy was easiest to access, Mike used.

Mike was enjoying the sex this way, with Clare sat back and Jill's head again between her legs. With Jill on her knees, Mike was positioned behind her. He was holding her vagina open with his fingers and watching his cock slide between her lips into her open pussy.

Everything started to happen so fast for Jill. She felt an orgasm approaching, but couldn't hide the fact. With shorts breaths and gasps she tried to hold it. Mike seeing the woman in ecstasy on his cock, found it a turn on too far, and felt the cum rising from his balls. He fucked Jill harder, making her orgasm more imminent. This pushed Jill into licking Clare's pussy faster and more frantically.

With perfect symmetry they all came.

As Jill felt Mike's cum erupting inside her, her pussy had spasm after spasm, time and again, sending shock waves of pure pleasure through her, she felt Clare grab her head and force it deeper into her vagina. Clare came on her face as Mike came in her pussy.

Jill was given no time to recover before she was made to commit, what she found to be a gross act. Clare knew what Mike wanted and expected. She slid from under Jill and twisted her round to change places with her. Grabbing Jill's thighs, she pushed her legs apart and backwards. Jill's crimson, swollen, sodden, vagina was fully exposed to all.

Clare leant forwards, and as the semen ran from Jill, she gathered it all on her tongue and in her mouth. She moved up Jill's body and smiled at her. She fixed her with a stare which seemed to say,

"Don't let me down now, at the last minute."

Clare kissed her. 

Jill tasted Clare's vaginal juices, her own juices and Mike's semen, in one gross cocktail. Clare pushed the whole mixture into Jill's mouth and motioned for her to show Mike. He stared intently into her mouth, then sat back and watched as the mistress and her apprentice kissed and swapped his cum between their mouths and lips. The semen escaping from time to time and landing on each others breasts.

Clare spared Jill the last indignity, by opting to be the one to finally swallow the whole lot.

"Horny and damn sexy," thought Mike

"A days work," thought Clare.

"Gross, humiliating and loathsome," thought Jill.

They all lay together, trying to get their breathing under control and recover from their exertions.

When they were dressed, Jill and Clare left together. They walked down the stairs and into the street, high heels clicking in unison.

Clare turned to Jill and said,

"For someone so inexperienced, that was some fine acting you did back there girl," and laughed. Jill laughed also and replied,

"But I wasn't acting, I really came," admitted a red faced Jill. Clare smiled and replied,

"So did I sugar, so did I."

Several days passed and Jill called in to see Errol. They had coffee and a chat about everyday things, before Jill said,

"Errol, I need to give up this life while I am still sane," she announced.

Errol did not need telling this, he had had hundreds of girls and knew the signs. Some girls could endure and even embrace, all sorts of indignities and so forth, without cracking up. Jill was not one of them. For her, simply being what she was, was enough to break her. Errol knew that every single trick Jill had ever turned, from the simplest to the most extreme, had destroyed a small part of her. 

"The only trouble is I need just one last, big earning job first, she said, "What can you do for me?"

Errol thought for a while and replied,

"There is one job that has come up, but you are not the person I would normally consider, He paused then continued. A girl has let me down on a big job, and I need a replacement."

"Oh please Errol, let me do it, I don't care what it is, all I know, is that it will be my last."

He really did not want to give the job to Jill. He knew though, that even if it meant him losing one of his best girls, he had to help her get away from the life that would destroy her.

"Well if you are sure Jill," he agreed.

He hesitated a little and said,

"Tell me Jill, have you ever heard the word Bukakke?"

Jill arrived at the venue and entered. She was shown through two swing doors and found herself looking down on to what appeared to be a dance floor. It was crowded with men.

"I wonder if I have got the wrong room?" she thought. Errol's right hand man Steve was around and she asked him,

"Steve, am I in the right place here?"

Steve looked guilty. They had concealed the true scale of the night's entertainment from her, for fear of her pulling out. Jill was under the impression that 4-5 men were going to cum on her and that was it. She had even jumped at the chance to earn easy money without having her intimate places invaded and defiled by cocks.

"Come in here babe, I need to talk to you," said Steve, as he steered her into a room.

"What's the big mystery Steve?" Jill asked warily.

Steve told her.

"WHAT ALL OF THEM?" Jill's asked unbelievingly.

Steve knew there was no point trying to sell it to her as a good or pleasant task. Instead he simply said,

"Two grand girl, two big ones and you get to walk away for good. Mission accomplished."

"But fifty Steve? All fifty of them for Christ's sake?"

It would take an age to relate the following argument and even longer to describe the thoughts, the turmoil and the inner torment that Jill had.

Jill was led down the steps, naked. The men parted as she was paraded through them to the centre of the floor. Never before, or ever after, would Jill feel as worthless, cheap, pitiful or wretched as she did now.

"Hi sweetheart, my name's Phil," said the man that seemed to be in charge.

"Please, please, don't be nice to me," thought Jill. That will make this worse."

For a while Jill knelt on the plastic sheet, sat back on her heels, with nothing happening. She didn't realise, that the first of the men were busy masturbating, ready to get the show going.

She was fully naked in a room full of strange men that seemed bad enough, but when a man suddenly appeared from behind her, his large cock in his hand masturbating furiously, she knew that the hell had arrived.

He approached Jill and put his fingers in her mouth, pulling her lower jaw down.

"That's it bitch," he grunted "Get that dirty mouth open for me." Numb, Jill opened her mouth, just in time for the first, of what would seem like a million, great wads of semen shot into her mouth.

He came buckets. Unknown to Jill the club that had booked her, made sure that no one had sex or masturbated for at least three days beforehand. The whole idea was to cum as much as possible over the cheap little whore they had hired. Every one of them was fully loaded.

Under strict instructions, Jill kept the huge load in her mouth, and waited for the second, third, fourth.......... Some filled her mouth, some shot over her face. Her make up now running down her face with the semen. Only when her mouth was full, was she allowed to spit it out. But even then she could only let it dribble out so it ran down her chin and dripped onto her breasts.

The second time Jill's mouth was full, she was instructed to swallow it all. She closed her mouth and leant her head forward, to get the contents of her mouth under control. Tilting her head back again, she relaxed her throat and swallowed the cum of countless men.

As they filled her mouth time and again, some men got a little aggressive. Whilst some guys just came in, or on her, and left, some men liked to roughly put their fingers in her mouth. Although Jill's mouth was wide enough, the act of forcing her mouth further open, seemed to turn the men on.

They also liked to abuse her with obscenities. Jill was called every 'filthy whore' and 'cum slut' type name you could imagine. Some men liked to slap her face with their cocks, whilst verbally abusing her.

After what seemed an eternity (she was not half way through) she was covered in cum. Time and again and again and again strangers emptied their cum into her mouth. She was sat straight up on her knees with her legs wide apart. Men kept feeling her pussy from behind and slipping a sly finger in, although that was against what had been agreed. Men behind her could see her labia stretched apart, hung down and gaping due to her position. They could see the semen, which ran down her breasts, stomach, soaked her pubic hair and then continued down across her clitoris and along her vagina, until it dripped from her lips to the floor.

Drip, drip, drip, just like a leaking tap there was so much. 

If there was one good thing about having your face covered in semen, it was that no one could see the tears.

Jill had nearly reached the end of her personal hell, a couple more men and she was done. She was knelt in a pool of cum, her jaw ached from being held open for so long. One man came and went, and the last man approached her, massive erection in his hand. He hooked his thumb over her bottom teeth and opened her mouth. Jill instinctively held out her tongue, as she had done so many times today and he dumped the last massive load into her mouth.

Jill desperately wanted to spit it out, he forced her to swallow. She had no energy left to resist.

As the men all around started to disperse, Jill, her eyelids matted closed, felt a strong hand on the back of her neck. The hand forced her forwards and pushed her face into the pool of filth on the floor. Jill was made to get into the doggy position, the side of her face actually in the semen on the mat. Her face seemed half submerged in cum.




Forced into Prostitution Ch. 03



Her assailant knelt behind her and opened her with his thumbs. As Jill awaited the inevitable, she felt him rub her puckered anus with a great glob of cum and work it into her ass. Jill was exhausted both mentally and physically and could not raise any energy to resist. 

The cock at her ass, inched her open slowly, and with the mass of lubrication he entered her.

He fucked her ass quite brutally, Jill sliding around in the cum due to the forceful thrusts. On and on he banged into her, until she felt him withdraw and pull her back onto her knees. Forcing her mouth open he shoved his cock in, just in time to spew a copious amount of cum into her mouth.

Powerless to resist, Jill took his cock, took his cum and swallowed it.

The man put his hands on Jill's eyes and wiped the semen from her lids.

"Thanks for the ass and the filthy swallow, bitch," said Alan, zipping his trousers and walking away.

Jill was helped to her feet, she slipped once in the lake of semen on the floor. She made her way to the changing room, turned on the shower, and simply sat in the corner and cried. The water pounded Jill for ages, ridding her of the filth she was covered head to toe in. She washed her hair over and over, finally accepting her body, if not her mind, was clean, she dressed and left.

That was over a year ago.

The postscript to the story is, 

Alan got his payout from Jill. However it would be a long time before he got to enjoy any of the money. Alan was seven months in the hospital, the admitting medic assumed he had been hit by a truck, or train, or something like that, given the injuries he had sustained. Jill was a very popular, even loved, member of the community she had been forced to join. Her request to Errol, that Alan be taught a lesson, was passed on to other acquaintances. They were only too happy to oblige and went about their business with professional excellence. When asked how much it would cost, the answer was,

"No charge."

Jill managed to get herself away from life she had descended into. Her business was running well and financial worries seemed to be a thing of the past. She threw herself into work and family, and had not been with a man in over a year.

Clare stayed in the trade. However she and Jill became best of friends. At least once a week they would meet for coffee and a chat. This would sometimes turn into, lunch, or a shopping afternoon, a dinner, or sometimes Clare would even stay at Jill's house overnight, and even weekends.

Jill and Clare were very close. During that period, conditions happened to come together, where they needed softness and comfort at the same time. The situation had been just right on two occasions over the year and they had made love. It wasn't a new arrangement, or a regular thing. They knew they weren't really lesbians, there was no affair, or anything like that. It was a simple need to be loved, that they both shared at a particular moment.

The horror Jill had lived through, and the life Clare was still living, meant that sometimes they both craved simple gentleness and warmth, from someone they loved and trusted. (Clare's boyfriend always expected her to be hot and wild in bed, there was never any tenderness. There was never a time where she felt that she wasn't working.) On these two occasions, they made love slowly, gently and tenderly, away from the outside world, and its demands, filth and degradation. They lay in the arms of the only person in the world that they each loved and trusted.

Errol stayed in the game. He even offered Jill a non-working junior partnership, as he thought she would be good with the girls. Jill refused for two reasons. One, because she felt that the nearer she was to the game, the day would come, when a girl would let them down at the last minute, and she would be expected to step in. Two, because although there were girls who approached their work with enthusiasm, and threw themselves into it, there were always those sad, frightened, reluctant and desperate ones. 

For selfish reasons, Jill did not want to be around them, they would be too much of a reminder.



Forced into Prostitution



"Whoa look at that broad" Nathan said.

"Think she walked into the wrong party man."

Jarrod looked over to where Nathan was pointing, and saw the dumb white bitch from the day before.

"Oh man what the fuck is she doing? Is she naive, stupid, or just plain fucking desperate?"

The crib was a complete warehouse floor that had been partitioned of to half size.

Jill walked across the room to where the group of 5 boys were sat. On her way across the room she noticed several different groups spread around, and she was shocked to see some engaged in sexual activity. She kept this surprise under control and walked sexily to Jarrod's group.

"Fuck momma, what you doing here? I didn't expect you to turn up" Jarrod said into Jill's ear.

"I have no choice, no option, I will do anything to save my house and home." whispered Jill.

Jarrod looked into Jill's eyes and saw sheer desperation, unhappiness and shame. He remembered yesterday, the way he used her, the way he abused her and the way she had cried. He felt a total bastard. But also felt compassion not normally associated with his type.

"Ok momma, why don't you go over there and get yourself a drink?"

When Jill walked away, Jarrod started to get grief from the bros about what the hell she was doing there.

"She's come to earn some dough man, she's a ho."

"Excuse me! You think we gonna pay her when there is so much fine young pussy here just throwing itself at us?"

Jarrod saw the only chance Jill had.

"Yeah sure bro, just think you can either pay to screw one of those clones or have something different. The hangers-on here all look the same man, they dress the same, talk the same, have the same tattooed body, same shaved pussy, they fuck the same, they are just like some porn star caricature man, and what's more you can fuck em anytime you damn well please."

He went on.

"It's like a gig 'appearing for one night only' and you have the one-off chance to have a white, middle class suburban housewife however you please."

"But she's old for fucks sake" said Jayden sat to Jarrod's left.

"That's the fucking point bro. Look she's still quite attractive and how many classy 57 year old broads you ever gonna fuck man?" 

"Your chance is here and now." 

Jill returned from the drinks area and sat down, she was shaking with nerves and fear about what would happen.

Tyler was watching and appraising her.

"Fuck man Jarrod is right, I ain't never gonna get pussy like this again, let's do it."

The rest watched as Tyler sat down by Jill and put his hand on her knee.

"Well if the lady has come for action, I guess I better oblige her" he said.

With that Tyler turned Jill's face towards him. Jill felt the pull on the back of her head and allowed him to pull her closer. He kissed Jill, who froze like a rabbit in headlights.

"Oh willpower don't desert me now" she thought and forced herself to try and relax.

Tyler cupped her breast through her dress and said

"Lose the dress lady and let's see if the body is worth paying for."

Jill stood, shaking with nerves but resolved to try not to show it. She pulled the straps of the dress from her shoulders and lost the last vestiges of self esteem as she allowed the dress to fall to the floor.

Jill stood for all to see, dressed as classy as she could. The five boys all looked at each other and all murmured to each other.

"Well would you look at that boys" Caleb said.

"I ain't never seen a bitch dressed in that sort of gear, is this all you posh bitches wear to fuck lady?" 

Tyler pulled Jill back down to sit with him. He kissed her again and slid his hand up her camisole top and ran his hand over her nipple. He then started to lift the top from her breasts towards her head to take it from her, to the obvious delight and encouragement of his bros.

It was as this point two things became clear to Jill. The first was that anything she was expected to do, would be done in full view of everyone, and that she was going to do it with several partners not just the one. She had naively assumed a single boy would take her in a room somewhere, where she would let him have her. Reality was starting to hit home.

Jill was sat upright on the sofa her breasts bared. Tyler made her stand up. He hooked his fingers into her French knickers and pulled them down. There was no finesse to how he was approaching this; he was a gang member who just wanted the bitch naked and his cock in her mouth. Jill stood legs slightly apart like a piece of meat on display, her nipples hard bared to the air. The boys all leered at her pubic mound with its sparse hair.

"Suck my cock lady" Tyler commanded.

"Wait" said Jill.

"I have brought some condoms, let me put one on you."

"Hey fuck that lady, if you think we are going to pay you good money to fuck a rubber, you've got it wrong."

Jill realised that her chances of getting what she needed, hung on allowing this gang to go bareback.

"OK this is it Jill." she thought to herself.

"One big performance and you could put all the things right."

She knelt in front of Tyler and took his cock from his pants. He was similar to Jarrod in size, but he was circumcised. She took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. Everyone in this little group settled down to watch the action, except Jarrod, somehow he couldn't watch. He felt somehow responsible for getting this woman who was old enough to be his mother or nearly his grandmother, into a situation where she really didn't belong.

Jill worked her lips down the penis in her mouth taking more and more of this large length towards her throat. She gently masturbated the cock whilst sucking its bulbous, purple head.

"Hey lady, you did this before I reckon" sneered Tyler.

Unknown to Jill her audience had gone quiet and stopped verbally abusing her. They were watching intently as Jill sucked his cock the only way she knew how. She was sucking him in a sensual and loving way. 

This wasn't usual to the gang. The boys were only used to young, cheap tarts acting and talking like porn stars, with the usual "Oh yeah your cock tastes so good baby." "Let me suck that big dick babe." type of shit dialogue.

In her inexperience Jill didn't know any different, she simply performed oral sex on a guy as if he was her lover. As she sensually fellated Tyler, she occasionally let out a subtle mmmmm from her throat as thought this meant as much to her.

After several minutes of this, Tyler felt the first tell-tale tingle of his cum starting to move in his balls.

"I'm gonna cum bitch, don't you dare stop" he said. 

Tyler expected her to quicken her pace to bring him off, just like the usual hired slut they used would have done. But Jill kept up a steady technique. Tyler felt it took a little more time to shoot his cum, but that slow pace and extra time Jill took, prolonged his orgasm and the ecstasy lasted longer than any he had experienced before.

He came in her mouth gasping and writhing like never before.

Jill, hating every moment of the disgusting chore of swallowing this boys cum, acted as though it was heaven to her. She milked his penis into her mouth until every drop had disappeared.

She felt the hot, salty, potent semen slide down into her stomach.

Jill was mortified that not only had she been reduced to the act she had just performed, but that she had been forced to do it in front of a group of other boys.

Nathan had sat watching the show Tyler and Jill had put on.

"As much as I would love to fill that mouth of yours lady, the whole point is fucking you, so lay back lady and take it" he said. He pushed her back onto the sofa. Jill's legs were parted and Nathan stared down at his target, her outer lips flowered open.

"Please don't hurt me" Jill whispered in a frightened voice.

The atmosphere changed instantly and became electric.

Jill had been genuine in asking him not to hurt her as she feared him being brutal, yet she had inadvertently played her ace, she had distanced herself from the other whores.

The way it sounded changed the situation. From one of simply being these four gang members just using a willing slut, to one where Jill became (what she really was in a way) a shy, reluctant, inexperienced white suburban housewife that was being used. 

She was innocent and there for the taking.

This was a situation the gang had never found themselves in before, it was new, it was novel and it was fucking exciting.

Nathan felt his already hard cock suddenly twitch with an extra surge of adrenaline. He positioned his rock hard cock at her entrance, his large bulbous head parting her smaller pink folds. 

Jill tensed slightly, she knew the penis of a complete stranger was about to enter her for the second time in two days. The gang member pushed his length into her a few inches preparing her vagina for the onslaught and wetting his cock a little. He pulled out and re-entered her almost fully, the third time he entered her was to the hilt. His pubic hair meshing with hers.

Nathan was fired up with lust. The situation had struck a chord with him and turned him on massively. He took no heed of Jill, he just went for her. He grabbed her breasts hard, he leant forward and sucked her nipples frantically. Nathan had never felt so horny. He pushed his meat into her repeatedly whilst slobbering, kissing and mauling her tits. 

"Oh man this is so cool" he thought, pounding her pussy as he delivered hickey after hickey to the bitch's tits. He inwardly smirked; he was branding the bitch as his, for a few days anyway.

Nathan left her tits alone and leant back, he looked down, the slightly hairy pussy lips enveloping his cock. He watched as the purple head appeared and disappeared into her.

Nathan played out a fantasy scenario in his head. He was raping this woman. They had enticed her off the street and he was now raping her.

He hammered into her.

On and on went Nathan never taking his eyes from her pussy and his cock and the glistening wetness that smeared his dick and her lips.

He then felt the familiar tingle of movement in his balls. Quickening his pace he 'fucked the bitch good' until he felt himself cumming. As the cum erupted from him he buried himself into her to the hilt and emptied himself.

Jill felt him pull out of her, his slimy cock slithered out of her followed by a river of cum.

"This is gross" she thought to herself.

"Hang in there girl, it will be worth it" she lectured herself.

Everyone sat round a few minutes as Jill composed herself, and then Caleb stood and approached Jill. 

"You are doing ok lady" he said.

"But you are just messing with boys up to now" he smirked. He stood in front of Jill and dropped his sweats. 

His penis was enormous.

"Jesus"

Jill thought to herself. Up until now she had not considered the size of penis she was taking. She had no idea of dimensions she just knew that her husband had a quite adequate dick and they had never measured it in their foreplay or anything like that. Had she known the sizes she would have known her husband to be about 7". Up to this point both Tyler and Nathan had been bigger (they were both had 8 1/2 cocks) However as Caleb stood before her, she realised that this was a seriously big penis (9 1/2 to be precise).

If Jill had felt degraded up to this point things were just about to get worse.

"I ain't gonna fuck that pussy while it's still full of the bros cum missy."

"Why don't you just stand up and lets get some of that shit outta there huh?"

Jill couldn't believe it, not only had she been forced to do all this in public, she now had to stand in full view of everyone (no one else in any of the small pockets of people in the room was taking any notice, they had their own thing going on, but Jill didn't know this.)

She stood naked except for her stockings, suspenders and shoes.

"Open them legs baby and get that shit outta there" Said Caleb.

Jill stood, feet apart.

"Yeah look at that shit leak outta that cunt boys" laughed Caleb. Although Nathan's cum had mostly run out of her when his pulled his cock out, there was still enough to leak out in a long string that nearly reached her knees before it broke off.

She felt filthy, cheap and degraded.

"Ok lady lets have you on your knees, that's right now lean forward face on the floor, spread your legs and show me the pussy."

Jill obeyed, she usually enjoyed 'doggy' with her husband but here she so felt humiliated and so exposed in this subservient position. Caleb positioned himself behind her.

Jill felt the very large helmet touch her inner lips. As he pressed forward and into her she felt her labia and inner folds stretching open to accommodate the biggest penis she had ever had (or ever would) enter her. The combination of her juices and the semen inside her, allowed Caleb to slide effortlessly into her, although she felt her lips and inside folds of her vagina hugging his penis tightly.

Caleb worked his big cock in and out of the bitch. He watched (and Jill felt) her pussy lips gripping his cock, being pulled out and stretching along his cock as he withdrew and seeing them pushed in when he entered her. Her clitoris was dragged down slightly on the inward stroke.

Throughout the ordeal Jill had remained calm and in control of her body, however there is only so much friction and action a pussy can take before natural events take over. Jill didn't want to give these boys the satisfaction of cumming for them, but she also remembered why she was here and the fact she needed them to appreciate her. Alan and all the trouble he had caused momentarily flashed into her mind.

Jill thought the hell with it. She relaxed and let the pleasure come.

She felt the first stirrings as Caleb worked her over, the relentless hard meat reaching deep inside her. She felt Caleb 'bottom-out' touching her cervix. Never before had she experienced what a big penis felt like and the pleasure it brought.

The big penis brought her to a climax. 

Jill's orgasm was immense, the pulses in her vagina as she climaxed were like electric shocks. She didn't orgasm like the gang expected, like the wannabees with their put on act and corny dialogue. She simply came in a quite reserved way. She let out small little gasps, quiet little moans and groans of pleasure.

"Oh my god yes."

"Oh yes."

"Yes"

She almost whispered.

Her orgasm flowing over her, her vagina convulsing.

Caleb found himself really turned on by this reserved little housewife 'act' and pounded into her. He came in her with an orgasm which shook him also. Floods of hot, white and potent young cum poured from him. Jet after jet. He felt he had never cum so much before.

Finished, Caleb pulled from her, her pussy and labia remaining gaping open. 

"Whooo hooo" he shouted slapping her butt.

"Thanks lady, we're done" and stood up looking for a beer.

Jill realised she meant absolutely zero to him.

After being soundly fucked by the confident Caleb, the last gang boy Jayden seemed almost shy and unsure. Jayden was an inexperienced young man (or he would have made sure he didn't have to follow Caleb) He had just joined the gang and had talked himself up as far as women went. In reality he had only had one woman before.

Performing publicly in a gang clubhouse was quite scary for him.

Again Jill was told to pull herself up straight, but remain on her knees and spread her legs. Jayden wanted Caleb's shit outta there before he fucked her. Jill felt the semen of Caleb gush from her and actually heard it 'plop' onto the floor.

"This is gross" thought Jill, then was ordered forward again. The side of her face flat to the floor, her breasts swinging forward and the tender bruised nipples grazing the carpet.

Jill felt him position himself behind her ready to enter her.

Jayden looked down at her pussy After the enormous thing she had had inside her, together with the huge amount of cum pooled inside her vagina he felt hesitant. He looked at Jill's puckered anus and considered fucking her there. 

He decided that would come later with some other cheap whore, right now he needed another notch on his belt for pussy, only having had one before, he needed to get his score going. Although that virgin (or so he assumed) ass was tempting. 

Jayden was an inexperienced young man, he didn't want his prowess in fucking this bitch to be judged by the gang, he just wanted to fuck her and cum. 

He entered her easily. He fucked her fast and furious, watching himself enter and re-enter her cunt in a blur.

For Jill the torment seemed to last only a couple of minutes before she felt another load of hot, powerful young semen flooding her insides.

They were done.

Everyone sat around for a few minutes recovering. Jill started to feel uncomfortable both sat naked with these boys, now the sex had finished, and the cum running out of her had cooled on her legs and felt sticky.

She stood to gather her things, her dress, camisole and French knickers were over the back of the sofa. She made her way across the floor clutching the underwear to her breasts. She felt all eyes on her, whereas in truth no one was paying her much attention. Jill entered the toilet which was nothing but a cubicle in the corner with no door on. She peed and felt a flood of semen leave her and fall into the bowl.

She thought no one could ever feel as dirty and ashamed as she did then. She looked at herself in a dirty, grimy mirror. Her hair was dishevelled, her make up smudged around her mouth and worst of all, her breasts bruised and covered with numerous hickeys. Not to mention her vagina and pubic hair being matted with semen. 

She looked like the whore that she was.

As Jill turned to return to the boys she saw Jarrod talking to them, gesturing and what looked like pleading. He was trying to get the gang to pay her. He was asking for way over the odds for what they would pay a usual ho, extolling the virtues of the unusual bitch they had enjoyed.

Jill reached the table and Jarrod nodded towards a wad of notes on the table.

"There, now leave momma, and don't get involved in this again" he sneered.

Jill picked up the money. There was £500 it would go a long way for what she so desperately needed, so why did picking the money up feel worse than anything else she had done today?

"Whore" was the simple one word answer she said to herself. 

She turned to the gang as she was about to leave, and realised not one person was remotely interested in her. She wasn't stupid, she didn't expect them to say such as goodbye, good luck and look after yourself lady type of things.

However, she thought even disrespecting and badmouthing her saying things like "See ya bitch and thanks for the pussy" would have at least been better than this total indifference towards her.

They had had her, used her and were now playing cards with their backs to her, she meant absolutely nothing to them.

Jarrod had been watching events unfold. He had decided not to use her again, the bros would be enough. However watching her degradation had had the opposite effect. Although he had told her to leave, he wanted her again.

He met Jill in the middle of the floor as she was about to leave. He took her by the hand and led her to a corner of the room. There was a box of some sort covered by an old rug to make a kind of table.

Jill was made to sit on the edge of this table, and felt her dress being lifted. Nothing was said, but Jarrod kept kissing her lightly. 

Jill felt her knickers being pulled down yet again. She hated this for what seemed silly reasons. With all the actual physical things that had been done to her that she could have hated, the act of strangers pulling her panties off seemed to be the worst. It was a mental thing, being divested of her panties in this way. This act was almost symbolic and indicative of being taken by a man somehow. They were sodden with semen.




Forced into Prostitution



Jarrod was already rock hard, he continued to kiss Jill tenderly as he moved his cock to her entrance. 

Jill spread her legs for yet another man automatically.

He slid in easily.

He did not take her as she expected, Jarrod fucked her with a slow steady rhythm. Only just entering her with the tip of his cock, and pulling out again. Time and again Jill felt her labia opening to him and an inch or so of his penis entering her before he pulled out. Every now and again he would surprise her with a full stroke entering her to the hilt and then resume the little strokes again.

Before, with Caleb, Jill had given in to the pure pleasure of sex. This time she just submitted, defeated, and just accepted Jarrod as though he was a lover. Jill wrapped her arms around him and nestled her face in the crook of his neck.

She came like this.

Jarrod screwed her in the same way for what seemed an eternity, Jill's body responding.

She felt the slow but unstoppable climax rising in her vagina and had her orgasm holding Jarrod tightly round the neck, her lips kissing his neck in rapid little pecks.

He came inside her, flooding her pussy yet again.

As the couple disengaged, Jarrod thought he had done well. He fully intended to show Jill some consideration and feeling given what she had just endured. In reality he had just made things worse. 

Jill felt crestfallen, letting men have sex with her for money could be justified and explained away, but Jill had just given herself to this young man. She had welcomed him inside herself, enjoyed him and participated in it.

She had given him her intimacy and she had given him her self respect.

Jill didn't even try to clean herself up, she just pulled up her knickers, walked away and let the semen flow. 

She left the building and walked down the empty street, her heels clicking on the sidewalk. Jill looked to see if anyone was on the street.

"Tomorrow, I just need another £450 then this nightmare can finish" she thought, as the tears started to flow.