Anna; a street hooker; 25 years old, five foot six inches tall, with shoulder-length brunette hair and green eyes.
I was just a young girl when I started hooking – barely seventeen years old. I had left home a few months earlier, and I was penniless with no prospects. I say home, but it was far from a warm, loving environment. My old man had run out on us before I was born, and Mom had been reduced to a drunken, drugged-out shell that would do whatever it took to get the drugs or booze that would make her forget her miserable life for awhile. I had practically been on my own for some time, moving out just made it “official”.
All I had to call my own was a lonely little doorway in front of a run-down building that I called home, where I began by begging for money, holding up a cardboard sign and trying to force a pitiful smile. It was a hard life and certainly not one for someone as young as I was at the time.
Panhandling wasn’t working out for me. I went hungry more nights than not and I never seemed to be able to scrape together enough for more than a small snack. Cold, tired, and hungry was a normal state of affairs for me.
Out of despair and hunger, I finally sold the only thing of value I had left… my body. A guy came up to me one day and offered me $25.00 if I would step into the nearby alley and suck him off. I had never done anything like that before, but $25.00 was a small fortune to me and I agreed. He was a nice enough guy, I guess… a bit of a pervert for wanting a young girl, but I went willingly so I can’t judge. He showed me how he liked it, and I did what he wanted. Afterwards he paid me and, after the first decent meal I’d had in ages, I realized that here was a way I could keep from starving to death.
It was easy at first, finding men who needed company, and for some time I managed to survive. I had food and I had shelter, but life has taught me that nothing is forever. I had been giving back-alley blowjobs and jerking guys off for my meal tickets for almost six months I guess when it happened. One of my customers decided he wanted a little something extra. I turned him down – I wasn’t ready to give that part of myself away just yet, but apparently he wasn’t used to people telling him no. Finally, he reached a figure that I couldn’t argue with, and I agreed.
I climbed into his car and we drove until he found an unoccupied parking lot. We climbed into the back seat, him first and then as he unfastened and unzipped his trousers, I got out of my tattered jeans and panties. I climbed into the car, shut the door and gave him what he paid for.
It didn’t take long to turn me from a hungry girl giving blowjobs for burgers, to a full fledged member of the world’s oldest profession. About ten minutes after climbing half-naked into the back of that Chevy, I was climbing back out $100.00 richer. I was sore, but sore was so commonplace anymore I hardly noticed. And I had no misguided sentiment about my “loss of innocence”… that little birdie had long since taken flight!
Once I was done, my customer left, leaving me a few blocks away from the doorstep I called home. I was a whore now and I shouldn’t expect my johns to be gentlemen. Besides, it was a warm night and it wasn’t raining or anything so I simply began walking back to my neighborhood. About a block from where the guy left me though, I ran into three guys who began following me, throwing jeers and smart-ass comments at me. I walked a little faster, getting scared and then just as I passed a blind alley, they ran up on me, catching me and shoving me into the alley and behind a dumpster. They beat me up pretty good… slapping me, punching me and kicking me until I was nearly unconscious. They robbed me of all the money I had – the $100.00 I had earned plus a few odd blowjobs I had done before that. In the beating, my clothes had gotten torn and I was left behind the dumpster as they ran off.
To this day I don’t know how I survived, all I can remember is faded fuzzy memories of me crawling, beaten and bloody out of that alleyway. My eyes had begun to swell and my head, along with every other part of me, was hurting terribly. I smelled of the garbage I was laying in and probably looked like it, too. When I had finally crawled out onto the sidewalk where I could be seen, I was done – I collapsed and lay there broken and bleeding as people walked past and around me as if I wasn’t there. I don’t know how many people passed by, unwilling to stop and help. No one cared about a beaten up whore, even if I was still just a kid.
Finally, just as I was about to give up and let Death have its way with me, a woman stopped to help me. Her name was Candy and she was a hooker as well, albeit much more experienced and street-wise than I was. She picked me up and took me to her apartment and took care of me, nursing my wounds and caring for me until I was better.
Once I had recuperated, Candy took me under her wing and started teaching me how to survive on the streets. I learned how to avoid trouble when I could, and how to handle it if I couldn’t. She taught me how to conduct “business” – the tricks to attract, handle, and deal with prospective johns. With her help, I became a lot more savvy to this world I had entered into.
While Candy had been kind-hearted and caring, she was still a “working girl” and so when I was well enough, Candy set me up with my first real “date”.
* * * * *
I arrived at the address Candy had given me about a half an hour later, as I had only time to take a shower and buy some revealing clothes.
Candy had told me my date’s name was Eric, although she didn’t give me his last name. That wasn’t unusual given the line of work we’re in – a certain amount if discretion is necessary at times, especially if you are well-known or have a reputation to protect. I have since had lawyers, judges, mayors, business magnets and even bishops as my clients, and I understand the need for confidentiality.
Candy had told me of his naughty habits, especially his love of BDSM. She said that he’d pay a call girl to act out some Master/slave game, and he liked being pretty rough in bed. I’ve handled worse, so I knew what to do.
I walked down the hallway of the apartment complex, looking for apartment number nine, until I found it. Ringing the doorbell, there was no response at first, until I rang again. The door opened and a man standing at least six feet tall stood in the doorway. “Yes?” he said.
“Hi, my name is Cathy,” I smiled. I never used my real name on a job. “Candy sent me over – I’m glad I got the address right!”
“You’re late,” he said, simply.
“Sorry honey, but a girl must not be rushed,” I caressed his chest making sure he’d know what he would miss if he’d let me go. “Don’t you worry though, I’m sure you will have a wonderful time. I’ll take real good care of you.”
Grabbing my hand, he looked at me and smiled, “Come on in then.”
I walked into his home, it was very well decorated with expensive works of art and fine furniture. This guy had good taste! His expansive living room had a large sofa, flanked on each side with a comfortable-looking recliner. In front of the sofa was a short mahogany table with engraved edges all the way around, expensive I’m sure. On the far wall hung a big screen TV, with a sound system set up that would make the cinema look outdated. The walls were a light tan, nearly white, and had paintings of various settings hanging on them.
After checking out the apartment, I turned around to get a better look at my client. But I could only see his back as he was locking the front door. He had blonde hair and was quite well-built. I was actually getting excited about this guy!
“So Eric, why don’t you tell me your desire,” I walked towards him as he was about to turn around and caressed his back, getting him into the mood. “Candy said that you like being in charge… so how can I serve you?”
“That’s right,” he said.
I needed to make this fast, because I had other clients to see. So I got straight to the point, “So where do you want us to do it.”
“Oh you’re a feisty one,” he said with a wicked smile, “Upstairs, first door to the right, I’ll be there in just a second.”
I walked up the stairs passed still more artwork and paintings, until I arrived to the bedroom. The bedroom was huge, with a kingsized four poster bed dominating the room. I went over to the bed and ran my hands over the sheets. I was to learn that they were 1000 count Egyptian cotton sheets. Over the sheets he had a goose down duvet. It was all very classy and very expensive! To the left of the bed was a large chest of drawers. To the right was a window, with a padded bench under it. I felt the room was a bit stuffy, so I walked towards the window and opened it a little.
Presently, I heard Eric’s footsteps coming up the stairs so I got into the bed, preparing myself.
“I have a question,” he asked.
“What kind of question?” I said as I kept making flirtatious signs to him.
“How much do you know about what I like?” he was asking me about his sexual tastes.
“Well I know you like it a bit rough, and that you want me to resist you. Is that about right?”
“Yeah, that is about it,” he smiled and tried to look at me in the eyes, but he was somewhat shy. It was strange, in fact he did not look like one of those who liked it rough. Which I found a bit strange… this contradiction made me feel a little uneasy around him.
“I use the code word, scarlet,” I said.
“What?” he asked.
“If I feel you are being too rough, I’ll use the word ‘scarlet’ to tell you to stop. It’s another word for red. Is that okay?”
“Oh, yeah that’s fine, scarlet huh?” he was nervous.
“Yeah, scarlet.”
“Okay then,” he took our empty glasses and set them on the nightstand on his side of the bed. Then, lightning-quick, he turned and grabbed me by the throat. The surprise was so shocking that I almost yelled the word immediately, but I felt I could take it.
He held me tight with one hand, and used the other one to grab my arm, I acted out as he wanted me to and began to scream, “Yeah just like that slut!” he yelled.
The shy young man had turned into a sex-starved animal. He was so into his fantasy that I felt maybe I should just stop it now, but something inside of me told me not to. He began to lick my neck and chest, drooling all over me as if he was insane. I struggled against him on purpose, making sure he’d think he was really dominating me.
“Fuck yeah, you think you can get away from me!” he began stripping my shirt off and fondling my breasts. I could feel that fear of mine coming back up again, there was something familiar in how he was doing me.
My tits were out, and he began to lick and suck my nipples off – as well as biting them. I kept my screams to a balance so to not actually get some neighbors over to see what was going on. He kept holding me down as he sucked my tits and bit my nipples, while his free hand began stroking me between my legs. I clenched them and resisted him, but he would just spread them open again and continue to stroke me.
This went on for about a minute or two, until he eventually began unbuttoning his pants. I was able to catch a glimpse of the bulge between his legs; he was huge! He lowered his pants down and held his enormous cock in his hand. He then sat on top of me, with his cock hitting my face. It smelled ripe and strong.
“Open that fucking mouth of yours, whore!” he said to me. I kept my mouth closed and waved my head away from his cock, but he grabbed me and forced my mouth open and pushed himself into my mouth.
His cock tasted strong, very strong, almost as if it hadn’t been washed. I could feel it vibrating in my mouth as he kept going back and forth, entering and exiting my mouth – he was really getting off on this. I kept gurgling and choking on his thick cock as he was moaning and hurling profanities towards me. I felt in a bit of a disadvantage right now as he was preventing me from uttering a word, but luckily I still had my legs which I could use to get him off in case I needed to.
“Ahh shit! Shit! I’m coming, take it, take it all down!” he cried as his cum spurted out of him and down my throat. I immediately began gulping as much as I could, but eventually it overfilled my mouth and leaked out running down the side of my face and onto my hair and the sheet under us.
Sure I had swallowed many clients, but something was different with this one. It was as if he had saved that load of cum for a month! I didn’t think he was ever going to stop! He dragged his cock out of my mouth and kept moaning, his cock had not yet turned flaccid, and he was still up for more.
“Yeah, that was good, girl,” he said.
“Good?” I thought, I wanted to be better than just ‘good’! Good wasn’t going to get my reputation up and a hooker that is just good doesn’t make shit for money. He held me down and began stripping my pants and underwear off, but he stopped and looked at me, as if he was waiting for something. I was still a bit loopy from trying to swallow down his load of cum and I forgot to act my part as the victim. Luckily I realized it before he lost interest and I began struggling against him again. I twisted and bucked and tried to put on a good show. I didn’t let him know, but he was actually doing a good job of holding me down.
He smiled and continued stripping my underwear off, until I had nothing left down there but my stockings. He crawled down over me and aimed his still hard throbbing cock over my pussy, but I closed my legs together and pretended to scream. In response, he covered my mouth with his hand and used his legs to spread mine open again. Then he aimed his cock at my pussy, while he used his other hand to hold me still by grabbing my throat.
“Here it comes!” he said, forcefully thrusting his cock into me fully. I could feel the tip of his head passing through me like a torpedo, and for a while I actually enjoyed it. He kept pushing into me and I could feel him filling me, stretching me. I had never been so full of cock and he was still pushing deeper.
“Oh God!” I moaned loudly. And this wasn’t play acting! I arched my back as he kept driving his cock deeper into me, finally bottoming out in my young pussy. I was stuffed.
Eric held me down as he pumped his cock into me, entering and exiting me completely with each powerful stroke. He grabbed my legs and held them over my head, pinning me down and at the same time opening me for his use. He grabbed my tits and pinched and pulled at my nipples, mauling my young tits and biting my neck at the same time.
We both moaned, while he kept thrusting his iron-hard cock into me. It was deliciously satisfying and I was climbing towards a tremendous orgasm. I kept up the role-play, and the more I did, the harder and more powerfully he fucked me.
“Oh yes! That’s it baby, fuck me! Fuck me with that big beautiful cock!” I moaned loudly.
He continued to pound into me, filling me with his cock and then pulling completely out of me, only to skewer me once again. He began moaning and I knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
Soon it happened. I felt his cock swell even bigger and his balls tighten up. He gripped my upper arm tightly and with a deep moan that had to come from someplace south of his ankles, he growled.
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming! NOW!” And with that I felt the first surges of his cock spurting his white hot seed into my waiting pussy. As I felt his cum splash against the walls of my pussy, I came too, shrieking my need to the ceiling as I arched my back and wrapped my legs around his waist, not wanting to let him go. I came hard – harder than I had ever cum before, my entire body convulsing and contorting like a snake being electrocuted. I thought it would never end, but finally it did and I lay on the bed covered in sweat, and gasping for breath. Eric lay beside me winded himself and his cock oozing the last drops of cum from the tip. I pulled myself over to him and dutifully licked the cum from his cock, sucking his shrinking tool like a good slave slut should until he was clean.
We laid there on his huge bed until we were rested enough to get up. I went in and cleaned up a bit, reapplying my makeup after washing my face and getting the cum out of my hair. I came back in as he was dressing. I got my clothes back on as well, and then he paid me for my service. He walked me to the door and I kissed his cheek.
“Can I see you again sometime?” he asked as I got ready to head out the door.
“Anytime, lover. Just call Candy and she will let me know!” I said, smiling.
I have seen Eric several times since that first day and each time it is a wonderful time. I almost feel guilty about taking money from the man, but I know he wouldn’t feel right not paying me. He knows I am a working girl and while we have a good time together, there is no misconceptions about our relationship. I have never kissed any of my clients on the lips, only on the forehead or cheek, and he respects me and my work and is satisfied just being a good repeat customer.
