The Day That Changed Sarah

Sarah smiled at being called a 'whore virgin', but thought it appropriate.

"Also because you are married."

" Married, why does that make a difference?" asked Sarah.

"Many guys get an extra thrill at the thought of fucking another man's wife, and will pay extra for that. Phil knows he can trust us when we say you really are married. So he has agreed to pay the extra."

"That's about all, darling, lesson over. It looks like they're coming over."

"Phil, this is Sarah who I have told you about. Sarah, Phil, who would like to spend a bit of time with you."

Sarah looked up at the man standing next to her, getting a proper look at the man who, very soon, was going to be fucking her. He was in his 50's she thought. Medium height, slim, clean shaven, all his hair. His face was pleasant, but not memorable. He seemed clean and his clothes well cared for. As the girls said, just right for a first time.

He took her hand in his.

"Pleased to meet you Sarah. Chrissy has told me all about you. But I'm looking forward to getting to know you better!"

"Err, hi Phil, likewise, me too," she blurted out.

He sat down, her hand still in his.

"Your first time then?"

"Yes, first time."

"Are you nervous?"

" Yeah, a bit. Well, quite a lot actually" she said with a little laugh.

"Well don't be. You are going to be just fine with me, I promise you. We will have a nice time together."

His hand dropped to her leg, under the table. He rubbed her thigh a couple of times. He seemed to just take it for granted he could do that. Well, she realised, she was a whore for sale, after all.

Sarah experienced a shudder of sexual excitement, with this first contact with her soon to be client.

"Well" he said, giving her knee a squeeze " I think we should get going, if you're ready Sarah?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Lets go. "

"You'll do good, Sarah."

"Have fun. Enjoy her Phil." The girls sent them off to do business.

Sarah loses her 'whore virginity'.

They walked up the road together, not saying much. Phil was discrete and didn't touch her, or put his arm around her. After 2 or 3 minutes they arrived at a door, set between a bakery and a computer repair shop.

Phil opened the door and they went up the stairs to the first floor landing. There was a door to the left and one to the right. He was unlocking the right hand door when the other one opened. A tall man, about Phil's age, looked out, his eyes all over Sarah.

"Hi Phil. Who's this then?" he asked, running his eyes up and down over her.

"This is my friend Sarah, come for a visit."

"Very nice too, perhaps I'll call you a bit later."

"Ok, do that," said Phil as he opened the door. He stood aside and waved Sarah in. She hurried in, glad to get away from the other man's obvious inspection of her. She felt embarrassed, feeling pretty sure that he knew what she was, and what she was there for. And wondered what he meant by saying he'd call later.

"Perhaps he's just going to arrange to go for a drink with him or something. Or perhaps he had other ideas" she thought.

Once inside, and the door shut, Phil waved her into the room with the open door, on the right. This was the bedroom, where their 'business' was going to take place, Sarah realised.

"OK, money first" he said.

He pulled out his wallet and counted the four £20 pound notes into her hand.

"Get undressed and make yourself comfortable. I'll be with you in a minute".

"Wow", she thought "So matter of fact and business like". But then, that was pretty much as she thought it would be.

She looked at the money in her hand. Her whore money, payment for use of her body. At that moment she felt - well - incredibly whorish. And she kind of liked it.

She put her whore money in her bag, took off her shoes and her dress and sat on the bed. She looked around her. The bed looked clean and made up, with a towel already laid on top. The bedside cabinet had a box of tissues, a bottle of lube and a couple of condoms.

"It looks like he was pretty sure someone was coming back with him today" she thought.

She heard him peeing, flushing the loo and running the tap in the bathroom. After a couple of minutes he came out just wearing a towel around his waist. He sat next to her, put an arm around her and started kissing her cheek, her neck, but never her mouth she noticed. She later found out, from Sharon, that kissing was usually an 'extra'.

His other hand was roaming freely around her body. Squeezing and stroking her tits through her bra, caressing the soft curve of her tummy, her smooth, lovely thighs.

"Take off your bra" he instructed.

"Oh, sure. Sorry," she said, as she unhooked it and let her breasts fall free. The thought came to her how bizarre it was, that she was apologizing for not having bared her breasts, to a stranger!

Phil seemed delighted with what he saw, fondling them, kissing them and sucking on her nipples. He was muttering compliments about her body, all the time. It felt surprisingly nice to be treated this way.

His towel had fallen away now, and he took her hand and put it on his cock. She felt for the first time this strange cock that was about to enter her. It was fully hard now, and a decent size. About the same as Dave's, but a bit thicker she thought. She squeezed and stroked it, caressing the balls, enjoying the feel of it. Knowing that her job now was to take care of this new cock.

" Your panties need to come off as well, if we're going to do this" he said with a chuckle.

"Oh yes, I guess so." She smiled and slipped them off, obediently.

"Lie back" was his next request.

His hands ran up and down the length of her body, appreciatively, before delving down between her thighs. She instinctively open her legs and let him explore her, by now, very wet pussy. It was bought and paid for, she reminded herself, his to use now.

A few moments of that, and he leant across to take one of the condoms. She watched as he prepared himself for her. He hurriedly tore opened the packet, and rolled it onto his hard cock. Next he reached for the lube.

"I don't suppose you'll be needing any of this will you? You seem pretty moist as it is," he said with a chuckle.

She blushed and shook her head. "No, I'm good I think."

He put a glob of lube onto his condom clad dick, pushed her legs open wider, and position himself between them.

"Oh god, this is it," she thought.

Without any further delay, he lined himself up and pushed into her waiting cunt.

A couple of good hard thrusts and he was fully in. He shifted his position a bit and started fucking her with a strong, steady, pistoning motion. She gripped his shoulders and settled into the rhythm of his fucking. She looked up at his face, but he seemed distant, lost in a world of his own pleasure.

It wasn't unpleasant being fucked this way, and she did feel pretty turned on by the whole situation. But she felt pretty sure she wasn't going to come. But, as Sharon said, 'that would be a bonus'.

As she lay there, while her punter rode her, she thought briefly of Dave, the only other man to have had sex with her in eight years. It would be a wonderful revenge to tell him what she had done here, but she wouldn't be able to do that. Not yet anyway.

She didn't know how long they continued fucking, but she noticed him looking across at the clock, next to the bed, a couple of times. When he eventually came, with grunts and cries of pleasure, she noticed it was almost exactly half an hour since they had got started. He had obviously judged it to get maximum time with her.

After he had calmed down a bit, he got off her and reached for some tissues. He gave some to her and used the rest to take off the condom and dump it into the waste paper bin. He swung his legs off the bed.

"There's no hurry to go. Would you like some orange juice?" he asked.

"Yes, that would be great, thanks," she said, sitting up.

Sarah noted there was no after-sex cuddles. Her job was done, the business transaction completed. She smiled feeling like a proper whore now. She had serviced her first client, and it hadn't been too bad.

He brought her the drink.

"Was that OK for you?" she asked tentatively. "Did I do alright for a first timer?"

"It was terrific, suited me down to the ground. I'll definitely be having you back again. If you want to, that is."

Sarah felt a real sense of satisfaction that her first time had gone well, and she had made her punter happy.

"Well I will have to think about it, but I reckon I may well be back!"

Phil's phone rang.

"Hi Don."

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"Yes, we're finished."

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"Yes she was great, you'll love her."

"What!" thought Sarah "They're talking about me!"

"I'll ask her. Call you back shortly," said Phil, looking across at naked Sarah as he spoke.

"That was Don, the guy you saw when we got here. He was wondering if you wanted another customer."

"Err, I don't know, I was expecting just to go with you."

" He says he'll pay you £100 for GFE."

"What's GFE? " asked Sarah.

"Girlfriend Experience. It means he gets a whole hour with you, and gets to do you as many times as he can manage it. You act nice, like you are his girlfriend, kissing, blowjob, saying nice things, anything he wants."

"One hundred pounds!" she thought. "Well why not, as I'm here anyway."

"Ok, tell him I'll do it. I guess I'd better take a shower and re-do my makeup, though."

"Not necessary, just stay right as you are. It is kind of a kink with him. He likes what he calls 'A freshly fucked whore'. He's done it with both Sharon and Chrissy before now."

Phil made the call and, a minute or two later, went to the door to let Don in.

Sarahs second punter of the day.

She heard a brief exchange in the hallway, and Don entered the bedroom. His eyes took her in, lying there in all her naked, freshly fucked glory.

"Don't you look good, darling."

He threw five twenties on the bedside cabinet and started undressing as quickly as he could, never taking his eyes off her.

He was older than Phil, she could see now, probably sixty at least. He was a much bigger build, muscular but maybe gone a bit softer with age. She later learned he used to be a builder.

His cock, three-quarters erect, sprung out vigorously when he removed his trousers. It was big and thick. Bigger than either Dave or Phil that was for sure. She thought he looked virile and very masculine.

He wasted no time and no words, just flung himself onto the bed next to her. His arms went round her and pulled her to him, possessively. He started kissing her straight away. Hard, passionate kisses, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, the way his cock was soon going to be thrusting into her married pussy.

His hands were all over her. No gentleness or finesse, just an eager, excited exploration of a pretty whores body. She was turned on, in no time, by the eagerness of his sexual assault. She reached down for his cock. Fully erect now ( kind of flattering she thought ), she found it was too thick to get her hand round it. She wondered how she was going to cope with such a big cock. But knew it was going to be exciting to find out!

"No marks, Don, please. My husband mustn't know!" she said, as he sucked and bit her breasts.

The mention of her husband excited him more, she could tell. He kissed his way down her body until his head was between her legs. He pushed her thighs wider and dived into her pussy, hungrily licking and sucking it. His tongue swirling around her hard little clit.

"Oh my, this guy sure knows what he's doing."

She absolutely loved oral, but it had been a long time since Dave had done it to her. Such was Don's expertise that, in no time at all, she felt an orgasm rapidly approaching. Her hands grasped his hair, her thighs clamping around his head. This extraordinary day had built up the sexual tension in her, to the point where she was desperate for release. She writhed and moaned until the dam broke and wave after wave of pleasure flooded through her.

She came down from her orgasm a little, but his tongue and fingers were still working on her, relentlessly.

"Oh, no Don, please, I need to rest a moment. It's too intense. Pleeeease!"

He ignored her pleas and just continued working on her delicious pussy, soon bringing her to the brink of a second orgasm. Only then did he stop, and moved back up her body. Kissing her, with his juice covered mouth, his cock searched for her opening.

"Time to fuck my sweet, pretty girlfriend."

His cock found her entrance and the head slipped in easily. He paused for a moment, knowing that some women found it difficult to take his big cock. But he was eager to be in her and soon started a slow, but firm, thrusting motion, gradually working himself deeper into her.

She moaned, and started to breathe harder, as she felt the intruder stretching her vagina wider than it had ever been stretched before.

Her eyes shot wide open. "Oh my god!" she yelled as the head of his cock pressed up against her cervix and she realised she was filled totally by this big, hard, strange cock.

He sighed in contentment at being fully sheathed in his whores cunt.

"What a good girlfriend you are. Your pussy is just made for my cock isn't it?"

"Oh yes, darling. You fit in there just perfectly," she moaned, remembering what Phil had said about talking to him like she was his girlfriend.

"Your pussy is all mine isn't Sarah? All mine."

"Yes, Don, oh yes, its all yours. Yours whenever you want it."

"Fuck me now my lover. Fuck me hard," she begged

She felt a thrill at saying these things to him that would normally be reserved for Dave.

He fucked her now, in firm steady strokes. She wrapped herself around him, matching his rhythm as if they were a couple well used to each other. He fucked her to a second explosive orgasm, before coming inside her. She felt his warm semen spurting and spurting deep inside her, before realising, with alarm, that he was not wearing a condom. She had got so carried away she had forgot all about it.

As he lay on top of her, getting his breathe back, she berated him. "What have you done. You came inside me. You were meant to wear a condom."

"It is GFE, Sarah. That's what I paid for. Bareback is what a girlfriend does for her lover isn't it? Didn't Phil tell you that?"

"No, not that bit he didn't. I'm protected but what if you have an STD?"

"I haven't I promise you. And besides you enjoyed it like that didn't you? You'll be just fine, honestly."

"Well yes, I did enjoy it. I didn't expect it be so good," she admitted.

" You know I always love it when you fill me up like that, my lover, " she said, carrying on the GFE fantasy, "that's where all your lovely sperm is supposed to go, deep inside your girlfriends pussy."

She calmed down a bit. He stayed lying on top of her, his cock still inside her. He started kissing and caressing her, and as his cock hardened up, started fucking her again.

"Again? " said Sarah "Already?"

"Again, sure, it's what comes of having such an incredibly sexy girlfriend."

She was amazed that such an older man should be able to do it again so soon. Another session of hard fucking brought her another glorious orgasm, and another load of his semen. He slid out of her this time but lay alongside her, not letting her go. His hands never stopping feeling her up.

"This guy really wants to get his money's worth." thought Sarah, happily.

She lay there in her 'boyfriends' arms, and could feel his semen leaking from her well used pussy. She could hear the TV in the next room and realised, with embarrassment, that Phil was still there and must have heard everything. She mentioned that to Don, but he just laughed and said that he'd heard it all before, as both Sharon and Chrissy could get pretty noisy, too.

After a while, to her amazement, she felt him stirring against her thigh.

"I want you to suck my cock now, darling. You know how much you love doing that for me."

"Mmm, oh yes darling. I love having your big, fat cock in my mouth." she said as she slid down the bed into a good cock sucking position.

She set to work, like a good girlfriend. Like a good whore.

He was calmer now after coming twice. He lay back, lazily, propped up against the headboard, his eyes half-closed, watching her using her mouth to pleasure him. His hand gently stroking her hair, murmuring words of encouragement. What a good find she is, he thought.

"Mmmmm, I do love having a girlfriend who knows how to suck cock". He said sighing happily.

"And I'm lucky to have such a lovely cock to suck on whenever I want to " said Sarah, sexily playing her role. She put it back in her mouth and continued her work, enthusiastically.

"I'm going to come soon Sarah. I'm going to come in your mouth. I want you to swallow it all."

She sucked harder and faster, thrilled at the thought of taking a mouthful of her punters sperm.

"Would it taste different than Dave's" she wondered. "will I be able to swallow it all like a good prostitute?"

It came soon, pulsing, warm and salty, into her mouth. It was the third time he had ejaculated into her, so it wasn't too much for her. She swallowed most of it, but some dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. She lay there for a moment, feeling so delightfully dirty -- a married woman, lying there with a mouthful of a strangers come.

She sat up and reached for some tissues, and saw to her surprise what the time was. They had been together for an hour and twenty minutes!

"Oh shit, Don, we have overrun. I must go, or I will be late."

He tried to pull her to him. "Come and give me another cuddle before you go then."

She struggled free, giggling. "No Don, you'll just end up fucking me again, Viagra Man. You're insatiable. I have to go, really, or I'll be late for my kids."

She broke free and dashed to the bathroom. She gave her sticky pussy a wipe and washed her face, but didn't rinse her mouth. She was keeping it like that for Dave. She was going to seduce him later and give him a 'taste of his own medicine'.

She quickly dressed, put her hair into some semblance of order and got ready to leave. Don was standing up and gave her a hug.

"You were fantastic. You are going to be a very popular whore if you decide to carry on with it."

She felt strangely good to hear him say that. Not so long ago she would have taken that as a real insult. But now it came across as a compliment. How this week had changed her, she thought.

"Here's mine and Phil's numbers." he said giving her a piece of paper, with the info on it. "Call either of us if you want to do this again". He kissed her on the cheek, gave a her backside a squeeze, and let her go.

Phil was in the hallway, and he too kissed her and thanked her for a great time. She felt so good, knowing she had pleased her two customers so well.

"Thanks, guys, for making my first time so easy. I need to think things over, but may very well be back!".

With that she was out of the door, down the stairs and hurrying back to the supermarket.

Supermarket V1.

She hurried round the supermarket, doing her shopping as quickly as she could. But she couldn't stop thinking about the last two hours. She couldn't believe what she had done, or the fact that she had actually enjoyed it.

She could still taste Don's cum in her mouth, and more of it had leaked out of her pussy, soaking her panties and leaving her feeling uncomfortably sticky between her legs as she walked round the aisles. It made her feel self-conscious. She felt a different woman now, and imagined that others must see that.

"Surely people can see that I am a whore. A prostitute just back from her work." she thought.

But she knew, of course that, in reality, that couldn't be so. To them she was just another housewife doing her shopping, if a little dishevelled.