The Actress and the Whore

Emily was starting to feel horny. She had told herself early that it would not happen, she was observing for a role and nothing more. That was until she met Tony and now she was going to have to perform a sex act for money. That thought made her juice some more.

Ten minutes later and Gail stumbles out of the car while adjusting her knickers and pulling down her skirt.

"He wasn't a bad fuck for a skinny guy. He made me wet at least," she said with a smirk.

Emily watched Gail once more, this time in a hotel room. She stood by the door while a short man paid his money, rubbered himself up and laid between the splayed thighs. He must have been a regular because he kept calling out Gail's name as he pounded, yes pounded hard and fast like a piston in and out of her. Emily could see the cock come all the way out before slipping back in. The previous fuck had made her feel sexy, but this one had her wetting her knickers as she could not keep her eyes on what was happening less than five feet away.

Blushing at the overwhelming urge to touch herself she crossed her arms to combat it, though her thighs rubbed slowly together instead. Suddenly the sight of the thick cock popping in and out was all too much, and she pushed her fingers under the damp white panties and touched herself vigorously.

Again the urge to finish herself was strong, but she cursed her weakness for doing it while watching a prostitute getting fucked by a short bald guy. She was glad he abruptly finished with a loud grunt before she did, finish that is, not grunt, although at the moment anything was possible.

"Your turn next babe," Gail smiled as she lay on the bed wiping herself clean with a wet wipe. It was discarded just like the condom onto the bedside table, well you could barely call those few bits of wood nailed together a table.

Emily took a deep breath mainly to clear her thoughts. "Hmmm, ok, what are we going to do, you know, hmmm, well how do I pick him up, so to speak." She stuttered the sentence as Gail pulled on her knickers while smirking back at the words.

"Well babe, we are going to go outside and walk up and down the street until we find a guy who wants his dick sucking. Then you can bring him here or the car park. Here is probably best though, it's a bit comfier."

*****

With the words still ringing in her ear, they are strolling casually up and down the street. It was now dark, and that is when the dirty little fuckers come out to play. Well according to Gail anyway.

Two times they went up and down the street. Two times a vehicle stopped, and Emily's stomach turned to jelly each time with her head spinning the thought 'Was this to be her first job?' Gail stuck her head in the car, but no both wanted a girl for anal, so she moved them along.

It was a scruffy white van that pulled up next. Well, it would have been if not covered in muck, which pulled up next with a squeal of its brakes. Gail leant against the passenger door as she talked to the so far invisible man through the partly wound down window. She turned and smiled at Emily. Sheer excitement momentarily overtook the fear, her vagina tingled for the umpteenth time that night, and then back again as Gail stood back to let Emily take her place.

The man had a fuzzy unkempt beard and wore a dirty lumberjack work shirt.

"Hi, what can I do for you tonight hon?" Emily cringed at the words flowing out of her mouth.

"Yeah, you can suck my dick."

"Fine by me darling. It'll be twenty."

"How much for bareback?"

"Don't go there. Rubber overcoats only. Hotel or car park?"

"That's a pity. Kinda hoped to feel your tongue against the skin," the guy replied with a sad face grimace. "Ok car park," he said when realising we were not going to get anything further.

With that, the van pulled off leaving Emily shaking at the words that flowed from her mouth, her mouth that was about to be used for something else.

"You're a natural babe."

Gail dragged the still shocked Emily down the road and into the car park.

"Ok. Don't be frightened as I'll be watching your back. Just do what comes natural girl, and it'll soon be over. Just remember what Tony said, tickle his balls."

The back doors of the van were open as she clip-clopped in the unaccustomed high heels past the driver's door. Inside he was waiting, his jeans around his ankles, as he sat on a makeshift seat leaning back against a box crate. Inside her head, she was going over and over what she must do and to make sure he shoots quickly.

The rough wooden board of the van floor made her knees ache as she adjusted her position in front of him. She could see his semi-hard cock twitching through his grey shorts.

"Money?"

"Yeah, it's in my pocket."

Emily handed him a rubber while she fished in both pockets before bringing out a screwed-up note. She was about to pocket it when she remembered to check it. It would have been stupid to give to someone pleasure and then realise it wasn't the right amount or even a dodgy twenty. It seemed genuine in the dim light as she stuffed it in her boot.

There it was standing proud right in front of her. A six, maybe seven-inch long cock, tight in a rubber jacket. It was ready for action, but Emily hesitated a moment wondering if she could now do it. She had so wanted to experience what it would be like to be the dirty whore for her new role, but now when she had the chance, she wasn't sure she could do it. Yeah, she had done it earlier, although reluctantly, with Tony but now she was one on one with a punter who had paid his money for a blow job.

"Are you waiting for a whistle to start the game or what?"

The words made her smirk but then he grabbed her head, and she found the bulb of his cock shoved in between her lips. The taste of the slimy rubber made her cringe a moment.

"Now we can begin."

Emily not only cringed at the rubber, but she realised she could also smell piss and something possibly worse. Her eyes suddenly realised the shorts weren't grey but a dirty off-white. Christ his clothes were worse than his van she thought before giving the hard-on two long sucks to bring her mind back to the action.

She tried the tickling and tip of her tongue and even made herself gag trying to deep throat him. All those tips by Gail and Tony about technic were suddenly useless as she wanted to make him shoot. The guy seemed to be loving it with all the noise he was making, the slow deep breaths and low grunts seemed genuine as she looked at him with his eyes closed, a cross between pain and ecstasy on his face.

Just as she thought her lips would go numb and was about to resort to wanking him instead, she felt his hands grab her head, and he exploded into the sheath. She felt the warmth of the jizz on her lips as he spluttered four or five times.

Wow, she had done it. She was now officially a prostitute and time was money, so it was back out on the street. Emily eased herself backwards suddenly realised her legs had gone stiff as she gingerly stood up. Gail was waiting with a big grin on her face before she was distracted by something whistling past her ear. It was the condom, and it left a deposit on her cheek. She wiped it with her hand and walked away.

"So how was it?"

"Scary," Emily replied not knowing how to describe the experience.

"My first was the same, to be honest. I'd have been worried if you said anything else."

Emily wanted a break and something to remove the taste out of her mouth. No chance though as soon as they walked back on the street, another car stopped, this time a grey BMW. It always made her smile when she saw this type of car, and it was definitely black man's wheels this time. It seems he wanted someone fresh and Gail gladly introduced her little protégé to Leroy.

She felt embarrassed as she took him to her designated room, not that he took much notice of the decor as he couldn't make his eyes leave the view up her skirt. He had a big wide grin all the way up the two flights.

It was big and fat as she rolled a rubber on it. A special request and she duly obliged, but just this once. She never gagged as much at the taste of the rubber this time, mind she was too busy having her lips stretched to care. Emily wondered after a few minutes what these guys did to their dicks before coming here, all the men she had blown before seemed to shoot in less than a minute.

Not that there was much in the way of experience in oral matters. Emily had done a few as a student, and on first dates as well, but then when she started dating men seriously Emily had shied away from it imagining they would think she was a tart for doing it. It had been over two years since she had done it last, and now it was three times in less than an hour.

Leroy finally gave up and shot into the rubber. It was a whole load more, even felt warmer than the last lot on her lips. He was at least a bit of a gentleman by tying the condom and leaving it on the bed, saying thank you as well before he went.

Gail was not smiling this time as she stood by the hotel entrance with her hand out for the cash.

"Well stuck up bitch, that bastard Leroy just said you were better than me. I am not having that, so you can get your ass out there and get your own tricks. If I ain't got eight of these by eleven thirty you will be making it up on your back babe," she said waving the two twenties in Emily's face."

"Are you being serious?"

"Do I look like I'm having a laugh babe?"

"Ok, I guess I had better get out there and make some money for you."

"Fucking right you had."

With that Gail went one way down the street and Emily the other.

*****

It was a close call, but Emily did manage the eight sucks by eleven thirty, well the last one shot it out a little after. Gail didn't mention it when she handed over the last cash.

"Can I get changed and go home now?" She asked hoping that Gail had gotten over her strop from earlier.

"Sure babe."

Where were her clothes? She searched high and low in the room for them, but they were nowhere. Gail was busy down the hall as she went in search of her, she was literally in the corridor with her hands against the wall as a tall skinny guy pounded away from behind.

"Hey babe what's up?" She asked breathlessly seeing Emily waiting.

"Have you moved my clothes?"

"Noooo," she moaned loudly as the guy banged her hard.

"Shit, then some bastard has nicked them."

Cursing once more at the no reply she saw the expression of joy, it seemed like that anyway, on Gail's face. Emily stomped off down the stairs not sure what to do or where to go. The need to finally bring herself off, the need to shove her fingers hard up her cunt, as Gail called it, over and over was all she could think about after seeing Gail getting banged once more.

Eventually, she persuaded the sixth cab to take her home. The first five wouldn't even let her get in so she could explain the lack of cash until she got to her apartment. Emily guessed the look and smell put them off when they put the window down. The sixth one was a dirty red cab driven by a short Asian man. He probably couldn't smell anything as his cab smelt worse than Emily did.

The taxi ride, the thought of no money, the possibility of having to pay with her mouth or pussy, had all been too much on top of the events of earlier. The eight blow jobs, well nine if you count Tony, each cock different, each climax different, but each ended with her having gotten paid for pleasuring them.

The urgency to relieve herself was on hold as she thought about asking if oral would be okay for his trouble but given that it would be probably outside where she lived there was still a chance, even well after midnight, that someone she knew could spot her. Then she realised what she was wearing. Her mother would not recognise her in this get up let alone a neighbour in the darkly lit street.

They stopped outside her house. It was now or never. She just assumed he spoke only a little English and gestured with her hand and mouth the international sign for a blow job. He just smiled then pushed his seat back. Emily, looking around to see if anyone was watching or walking past, bobbed down and unzipped the stained grey trousers.

Out popped a thin but surprisingly long uncut cock, already hard and waiting for Emily to give him his fare. Panic suddenly crossed her mind as she heard a car coming up the street and slowing, she kept her head down as she heard a door slam before the vehicle pulled away again.

Then another panic as realising she had no rubber, no chance he had one or changing her mind now, she slipped it into her sloppy mouth. He grunted pleasure, then another as she licked her tongue along the length of the hard muscle. Her mind lost as she sucked and licked frantically.

All the things she had been told and learnt during the evening went out the window. Here, outside her apartment, blowing a dirty, smelly foreigner felt so disgustingly right. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable, but she knew soon it would get its reward, her reward, for being a cock sucking whore. Grabbing his balls and squeezing made him squeal with delight, at least she thought it was a delight. The tip of her tongue rimming the eye, tasting the salty liquid dribbling out as her lips slid up and down the skin.

Time was of no consequence, Emily absorbed that she did not realise or care that three cars had gone past, has had a couple of neighbours who looked at the rocking car in disgust. Finally, and with a cry of utter joy in some faraway language he shot his load in the back of Emily's throat. She gagged momentarily, before she felt the hot sticky liquid trickle down, leaving her yet again with a rancid taste in her mouth. All these times now tonight and yet still she shuddered at the sensations.

*****

It was close, but Emily did get through the door before sticking her hand between her legs. She rubbed her sopping wet snatch, fingers almost pinching the swollen lips, her palm pushing down on her throbbing clit and thighs buckling as she hurtled towards her climax. It was not pretty and not one of those moments for savouring the thoughts. It was just a means to an end. An end that left her sprawled on the hall floor, her knickers, her thighs, and the laminate floor covered in her creamy cum juices.

It was after two o'clock when finally dropping on to the bed.

After fumigating the clothes into a sealed plastic bag, Emily needed a deep soak in the bath, but it would have to wait as she needed to relieve the itch between her legs once more. This time the dirty, disgusting and filthy events played over in her mind, her now dirty filthy whore mind.

Despite her sore red swollen lips, she stroked herself slowly for a while, thinking about the evening events once more. Emily tried hard to keep the orgasmic buildup under control, but it soon became impossible. Emily's fucked up mind soon craved another release, and she began thrashing about on the bed, frantically finger fucking her the soaking wet pussy to another much-needed orgasm.

Even as she lay on the bed feeling utterly exhausted, hardly able to move, she had a beaming smile. Despite the fact she felt degraded, had her bottom smacked, watched another woman have sex, three times, and given men oral sex for money, it had been the best night ever as finally she dragged herself off to the bathroom.