My Pinay Whore

This is a love story with some sex.



Ok I was out with a whore, big fucking deal. I bought her for the evening and I took her out to a play and to dinner; hell I was lonely. It had been a couple of years since the divorce and I had not been dating. It was a really nasty one too. We fought over everything; but especially my money. I married late in life and I thought she would be a good choice as she was thirty and had sowed her wild oats and was ready to settle down. Well she may have cuckolded me but I will be damned if I was going to pay for her fucking boy toy to live in a style to which he wanted to become accustomed; especially when I found out that she had been with him even before she had married me. In the end I kept most of my money; she got the condos in Aspen and Hawaii, and kept the apartments in Paris and London. It was funny that she never wanted to use the London apartment because she said she did not speak a foreign language. Ok, I did not marry her for her brains, my mistake, she had none. I also gave her a million dollars. We were together less than five years. I got my business and the home that I live in. It is not a huge home but it had 5 bedrooms and it is large enough to have parties for a few hundred people; like I have parties anymore, that was her thing. But the grounds were huge and I also owned the adjoining land and that was where I built the office complex for the computer consulting and design business. It was a low building complex, only two stories but rambling so it did not destroy the view and let me walk 100 yards to work. Some people would say I was always home, but actually I was always at work. I spent my extra time working and building my business up. Extra hell, I spent all my time there after the divorce which is why I was out with a whore.

My name is John Franks and I am 43 years old computer security consultant. I am small, five foot nine and 170 pounds. I run every day and I also lift weights at times, but not much. I try to stay healthy.

Hell I just needed an escort and I did not want my cock to fall off so I had no plans to fuck her. But make no mistake she was a whore. I thought it would be cheater to pay for one than it would be to pretend to date some gold digger and go through all that dating bullshit.

So when I made arrangements I had a large number of girls to choose from. I decided on a Filipina woman about 40. Her name is Marilag. I was a little older than that so I thought it would be a good match. I paid the price and told her what we were going to do. She was to get dressed as I wanted and we would eat and go to a play and what ever else I wanted to do. I was upfront with her. "You're a whore and I'm buying you for the night. You will act like you are having a good time no matter what we do. You will be pleasant and friendly but will not act like the whore we know you are. I am a John, which is also my name, so I don't expect love and you should not expect anything from me except the money. It is a simple contract. When you are with me you are with me. You don't whore yourself out to anyone else and you don't advertise your services to anyone else and you sure as hell don't pass out business cards. You only accept drinks from me and only dance with me." She was a little taken aback but what could she say. She agreed. She was a whore and really had little or nothing to say about what or who she did.

We went through the evening eating well and then went to the play. I did not meet anyone I knew so there was no problem with introducing my whore. After the play we went out for a drink and I took her dancing; she was pretty good. Around midnight I took her back to the house and parked, opened her door, escorted her up to the madam and left. No kiss, no promise to call tomorrow, damn this was easy. What is that Charlie Sheen says, "I don't pay for sex, I pay for them to go home after sex." Well there was no sex but there was no problems afterwards either. Ok, I should have fucked her but I did not want the "little problems" that a night with a whore could or would give. Even rubbers only protect your cock and there are other parts of a body that can get affected.

Then I got an invite to a local industry type event and I had to go. I had been blowing them off for the last two years but this time I wanted to go. So back to the whore house I go. I got the same one, I found her pleasant enough. I called and made arrangements. Well the rules were the same.

So we get into the dinner and of course I introduce her as Marilag and the next question has to do with how we met. Shit, so I just say she is a whore and I bought her for the evening. Of course Marilag is shocked and so is the questioner, but she soon leaves. Marilag is upset and I give her a choice. Look you are a whore and I bought a whore for the evening; as far as I can see we are now equal. You can either suffer the night with dignity, and have a good time or you can pretend you are having a good time and feel like shit. I intend to have a good time and you might as well have one too. Let's dance I know you like to dance. I take her hand and lead her like a lady to the floor and we dance a few numbers. It took her a few dances to relax but she finally did.

She asked why I told everyone and I said it was better than lying. I am what I am, I am a man who has bought a whore for the night, and I will deal with it and so will you. I am not ashamed to be with you and you have been a whore for a number of years so evidently you can handle it. It is not you and I that have a problem it's them, so fuck them. She looked at me and asked "All of them, tonight? That will cost extra." Ok she had a sense of humor and we both chuckled.

It was strange that we actually started to have a good time. We sat down and I ordered us a couple of drinks. Then one of the young men came over and asked Marilag to dance. I told him to fuck off and that I knew he just wanted to use my whore without paying for one himself. He was shocked but he left. There were a few others but Marilag told them no and she also declined to give them contact information. She understood a contract. She was sent a few drinks and declined them. She was sent more and she sent them back. One man would not take no for an answer and Marilag looked at me and smiled, picked up the drink and walked over to him. This woman could walk and I mean really walk. I could hear her tell him that he was incorrigible and she laughed and so did he, until she poured the drink in his lap. I laughed like hell.

A few of the more adventurous women talked to Marilag and she verified that she was a whore and I bought her for the evening. There was even a great grandmother who got a kick out of my having a whore for a date. We ate, danced, and had a good time. When the evening was over I drove her back to the house and escorted her to the door. I gave her a bonus for the drink pouring. There was never a kiss or a hug or any affection.

It was about two weeks later I needed another "date." This time I needed her for a few days before and Saturday night. The before time was to buy her something to wear. She got to pick the dress and I told her it was formal evening. I did not care about underwear, the less I knew about that the better, at least for now. No I was not falling for her but I was comfortable using her services.

This time fewer people asked about how we met and what she did; most of they already knew. It was a topic of discussion and entertainment. We danced, ate and had a good time. I was still just a John and she was still a whore. Honesty is the best policy. She was a lot of fun to be with, hell I paid to make sure she was a lot of fun to be with. At first a good number of the women stayed away and watched Marilag to make sure she did not want to steal their husbands. Now that was a real joke. She had more than enough strange men in her life and she sure as hell did not need to be giving it away to some cheating husband, as she told one of the women who was brave enough to ask about it.

I had her come to the house to work Saturday afternoon company bar-b-que as a hostess. She brought her own clothes. She was good at it. People liked her and her style of acting like a hostess. She was very open to people and did well with the children I always allowed them to bring. Hell she was a whore and knew how to deal with strangers. I actually liked her company and everyone and I mean everyone knew she was a whore.

This had been going on for a few months until I realized how to limit my expenses. I went to the madam and we had a long talk; a very long talk. Pimp boy was involved too. At the end of the day, after eight or so hours, Marilag was now my property. I bought her debt, and with the debt came Marilag herself.

Now she was surprised that I bought her and she was in truth now my personal whore. She was going to move and live with me. I brought her home and set the rules. She had a room with a private bath but she had been there before and knew the layout. I gave her a debit card to pay for everything she needed. She got to decorate it. Her job was to keep me happy and entertain with me. That last one through her and I decided to mess with her a little and defined entertain to mean anything I wanted when I wanted it. She was a little taken a back but had to agree, it did not matter if she agreed or not. I had her contract. In street terms I was her pimp and she would fuck who I said to fuck and no one else and only when I told her. I would charge her for rent, food, clothing and she would pay the vig plus 2 points. She would never pay it off and she was mine, less the cost of upkeep. And the best thing was there would never be a divorce.

And sex, fucking right there would be sex, but I needed to get her tested and cleaned up. I figure it would take another 6 months to get her on the pill or patch or what ever, I did not want any accidents that I would spend the rest of my life paying for; then there was the time to make sure there was no HIV or AIDS, and all the other new and wonderful STD's that were now around. I wanted to ride bareback and I wanted her clean for me. It would be worth the time and wait.

So for the next six months we became comfortable with each other because I paid for her to be comfortable with me. I never forgot she was a whore and she never forgot I was a John. I paid for her to be pleasant; it was cheaper than a wife. But still I did not have sex with her; but I did make her get regular check ups and blood work. When I did fuck her I wanted to make sure she was clean.

We watched TV together and she would sit next to me and I would put my arm around her and she knew to accept it. We went for walks, went to the zoo, we just did things together because I wanted to, and we even held hands as we walked. Frankly I was no longer lonely anymore and that was worth the money.

There were more and more events I had to go to and Marilag came with me. People all knew what she did and no one asked for a date, or a dance, or bought her drinks. She was off limits until I decided to whore her out.

My work environment was strange because of the office next door. At noon each day she would walk over and get me for lunch. She was a big hit with the workers, especially the women. I had a day care for their kids and Marilag got a kick playing with the children. The men liked the way she looked, hell she was cute and sexy but not overtly so. We had people working there for me and when I traveled I took Marilag with me. Yes, there was the inevitable introduction but Marilag would now just say she was a whore. We actually got a kick out of it; the reaction was great.

Then one day the world started to change. Marilag had a daughter named Sheila that just graduated with a BA in business and an MBA too. It was petty hard work but she did it in 4 years and got a Master's in Business Administration at the same time. I paid for her flight and her mother and I met her at the airport and brought her home. Sheila loved it there and immediately got into a bikini and hit the pool. Her mother and I just went about our daily business. I did notice that her mother paid attention as to how I looked at Sheila, but I paid her no mind. I told Marilag to go swim with her daughter and she put on a very sexy bikini and hit the water. While her daughter was very nice, Marilag had me hard just looking at her. It was funny but she seemed to notice it too and gave me a very small smile. Damn she had a very compact body and brown, so beautifully brown. Do they really call a few pieces of string and three patches of material and bikini? It was one of the first times I had ever showed any sexual interest in her. She was about five feet tall, thin, very small breasts, and a nice little ass, covered in a brown skin that was flawless despite her 40 years and childbirth.

Marilag had only told me about her daughter right after she moved in with me. She wanted to be able to e-mail her and talk with her over the phone. I was described as a nice man who she was living with. The computer she used had a key stroke recorder, I was not an idiot. I wanted to know who she was communicating with and what they were saying. I made her give me her passwords right up front and told her I was going to pay attention to what she did. Honesty is the best policy. I read e-mails to her parents and other family members. There was never a discussion about what she did to live, but they looked like they knew anyway, they just did not talk about it.

We had a party in a few days for the entire company and a few new people who we had just hired in as probationary employees. Since Marilag moved in we had large parties about once a month for the employees. The day of the party we were sitting in the den and Sheila asked what the relationship between her mother and I was. Marilag was sitting next to me and I honestly said "Your mother is a whore, my whore."

When Marilag heard it I thought she was going to cry. Sheila did cry. She told her mother that it was disgusting, how could she be a whore, she was a slut and she went on and on until I had to stop her. Marilag did start to cry and would have left the room but could not move because I held her.

I had enough. I yelled at Sheila and told her she was a spoiled brat. I told Sheila that she never had anything but the best. She never suffered want, she never had anything but the newest styles in clothing, she went to the best schools, had riding lessons, tutors, study courses in Europe. She ate the best foods at the finest places. I told her that she had what she had because her mother did with strangers what you will only have to do with those you love. She was tied up, beaten, raped and told she was going to have sex with strangers so someone else could take all her money. Of course all of those that fucked her were strangers. Not just a few strangers. Your mother did some of the most intimate things a woman can do and she did it for money, she demeaned herself and became a member of one of society's most abused and despised people, a whore. She did that for you for more than two decades so you would never have to do that to live. When you are not here you may say what you want about your mother but God Dam It when you are in my home you will treat your mother with the respect she is due for all she did for you. There can be no compromise on that. You can leave tomorrow, I need your help today with the party, but I will buy you a ticket anywhere you want tomorrow.

Then I told Marilag that I was so mad I needed to got for a run and went into the gym to work it out. About 5 miles into it I was interrupted by Marilag and Sheila. Sheila asked how much to buy her mothers freedom and that I was just as bad as the others for making her my personal whore. I told her, that without the vig her mother's debt was now at $300,000.00 and asked if it would be cash, check or credit card. Before Sheila walked out I told her I never had any sexual contact with her mother, but Marilag was free to go if she wanted to. Marilag just gave me a strange look, told me that it would be a cold day in hell before she accepted charity and she would pay off her debt and not leave until it was paid, and then gave me a look that I could not understand and she left too.

When I hit 10 miles I stopped and went up to take a shower. I got dressed and went down to the back yard. Marilag was in the process of telling the caterers where to put everything. Sheila was no where to be seen. I put my arm around Marilag and kissed her head; she managed s brave smile. It was a real show of affection by me, the first time I had ever done that.

Well everyone was now showing up and Sheila saw that everyone was very polite and nice to Marilag, who acted as mistress of the house and took charge of the entertainment. Her smile came back and she looked happy again, but I could tell she was still bothered.

Soon there were more than 100 people there, not counting the children, who had a special area set aside for them and someone to watch over them; away from the adults. I made sure there were lots of games for the kids too.

As Marilag mingled she was approached by one of the new hires of John's company. He spoke to her with firm words, threatening words, and Marilag became upset. She did the only thing she could do she went to John and told him. He smiled and told her not to worry, he would handle it immediately. John gave her a few instructions and she went about getting everything ready.

John called everyone around and used the occasion to introduce the new people to the company family. Even Sheila was there. I introduced each new hire and their family and pointed out their children playing more than 200 yards away. When I got to Franklin, he was the one who spoke with Marilag; I put my arm around him and introduced him and his wife Karen. Then I went right into my speech. Franklin I said had approached Marilag and demanded a blow job, some ass fucking and then wanted to cum in her mouth, and if she denied him he would tell a very deep dark secret and ruin her. All this time Franklin was trying to move away but I kept my arm around his shoulder. Karen appeared to be in shock. Then I asked in a very loud voice if anyone could guess the deep dark secret, then I said, ok on the count of three let's hear your guess and make it loud, one, two three, and at about that time at least fifty people yelled out "She is a whore." Then there was laughing. Franklin was in shock and he was going to have to explain how he, a stranger, knew her as a whore. Then he did what he had to do, he denied it, all of it. "Can you help us love" I asked Marilag. She said yes, he had a scar about two inches long on the right side of his cock, she added about half it's length, and the scar went another 4 inches across his lower abdomen. Karen hit Franklin and called him a piece of shit. Evidently Marilag got it right.

John made his last statement to Franklin. You come into my home, drink by booze, eat my food, want to work for my company and take my money and then you black mail my woman so you can fuck her ass and come in her mouth. Get out NOW and you will not be needed Monday or at any other time. Just before Franklin was escorted off the property John made a point of telling him that in the future not to try to blackmailing someone with a threat of exposing that which was already common knowledge.

Marilag was called and John told her to make arrangements here in the house for Karen and her children for a few days. Marilag said she would have to do some reorganization of the sleeping arrangements and John told her to do what she thought best in making arrangements.

She looked at John and quietly asked if that is why he always called her a whore, so that everyone would know? John replied that it was bound to happen sooner or later and he was just preparing for it. He had expected it long before now and not from an employee of his. Then John kissed her on the lips.