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Surprised Whore
I got ready to leave. When my husband asked where I was going, I reminded him about the hooker job he told me I could go on. He didn't believe me, and he asked where I was REALLY going. Then I lied. I told him that I was going out with a couple of girls from work, and would he please watch the kids. He complained, but I promised to make it up to him. OK.
I drove to the address my pimp gave me on the phone. It was another ugly hotel in a bad part of town. When I knocked on the door, the coach answered. "Right on time whore," he said and he smiled. He handed me a bag, and said, "Go put this on."
I went into the bathroom, and put on the outfit he gave me. It was a honeymoon lingerie package, that had a white baby doll, white stockings, garter, lace gloves, and a white veil. I put them on, and looked in the mirror. I was a long way from a blushing newlywed, especially with what I had become over the last week. I was now a professional prostitute. I had made money for my pimp with five guys earlier that day, and even turned a trick on my husband!
"Don't forget the make-up," he said. "I want you to look like a real tramp for these guys. They are paying good money for a cheap slut, and I want them to get their money's worth."
I was putting on my make-up when I heard a knock on the door. 'They must be here,' I said to myself. Then I heard, "Come on out whore. Your Johns are here."
I opened the bathroom door, but the coach met me before I could get out. He turned me around, and put a black velvet blindfold over my eyes. "I want this trick to be a surprise, slut," he said.
He fixed my bridal veil, and led me by the hand over to the bed. I could hear the panting of my latest customers as my pimp gently sat me on the bed.
"She is a real willing whore," I heard the coach say. "She just loves to fuck, and she will do anything you say, won't you slut?" All I could say was, "Yes, master."
Then I heard, "Get on your hands and knees, slut." It was a different voice--not the coach's, but I had a feeling I had heard it before. Maybe this morning? Was it a repeat, satisfied customer? Thinking that really turned me on. I was getting wet. But my thoughts were turned back to reality, and the job at hand.
"Well, what do we have here?" somebody asked. "It looks like a bride that can't wait to get to the honeymoon. Is that right, whore?"
"Oh, yes," I responded. "I want to be a bad little bride. I have never been fucked before, and I want to show my husband a good time on our honeymoon. Will you please fuck me, and show me what it's like?"
"Don't worry, slut," a different voice replied. "We'll have you so sore, you won't be able to fuck on your wedding night. How does that sound?"
"Oh, it sounds like I am in for a fucking good time."
I heard, "Get her, boys." I felt the veil being lifted from my face, and folded over on my back. Then I felt a cock in front of my face. I eagerly sucked it in my mouth. It was not as big as those I had this morning. It was MUCH smaller, like my husband's. My pimp must have brought a bunch of white guys for me to screw. Don't get me wrong. I'm not prejudiced or racist, but I had really been getting used to thick, long black cocks. I felt as I was sucking how disappointing this job would be for me. Then I remembered that my pimp once told me that hookers are there for the men, not men for the hookers. If I needed to, I could play with myself after I finished--like I had to do with my husband earlier today.
Then I felt another one grab me from behind. He must have gotten hard really fast, because he rammed his small cock into my wet pussy in one thrust.
"Damn, she's loose," he said. "She must be really busy. It feels like her pussy has been stretched."
At any rate, the one in my mouth came watching the guy behind fuck me. Another one stepped in front of me, and I started sucking again. The guy behind me came right after that, and then the guy in front said, "I want your pussy." He left my mouth and rammed me from behind. These cocks were really small, and I was not getting any enjoyment out of it whatsoever. But I heard the guy behind me ask, "You like getting fucked, you little slut bride?"
Then I remembered that I was there for these men. "Oh, yes," I moaned. "I never knew fucking felt so good." I continued moaning, and the guy behind me came really quick, too. 'Was that it?' I thought. 'I didn't even come yet.' I needed more cock.
"Is that all you got, boys?" I asked. I heard them laughing at that. "You want more, you little slut?" I heard. "Oh, yes," I replied. "I can't get enough of your big, long cocks."
Then I heard laughing again. "Listen to that," one said. "She can't get enough cock." "Yeah. She really is a slut." "And to think, we could have had her all the time."
That last comment really troubled me. I was still on my hands and knees when I heard my pimp walk over to the bed. 'Great,' I thought. 'Now I'll get some REAL cock.'
But I didn't. I felt him reach around my head, and loosen the blindfold. As I knelt on the bed doggie style, I looked around the room. I knew the three guys that had just fucked me as a whore. Two were my brothers, and the other was my husband's brother--my brother-in-law. I couldn't believe it! I had just been a gangbanged whore for my brothers and brother-in-law!!
As I looked around, I saw them all laughing. "What a slut." "Yeah, if I knew how good a fuck our sister was, I would have given it to her growing up." "I wonder if ******* knows that his wife is whoring around fucking his brother and her own brothers."
All of a sudden, I felt sick to my stomach. How could they? I collapsed on the bed. I felt several hands turn me over, and then I heard one of my brothers say, "You heard her. Our little sister needs more cock."
Without thinking, I spread my legs and looked into the face of my brother as he fucked me. How humiliating! When he came for the second time, my other brother took his place. Finally, my brother-in-law stuck his tiny prick in me.
"I wonder if ******* knows what a whore his bride turned out to be?" he asked.
"Please don't tell him," I pleased. "I'll do anything you say."
"You already do anything we say," he replied as he laughed. "You're really an insatiable cockslut!"
"Yeah," one of my brothers said. "This will give us something to talk about at the next family reunion. Or maybe something to do. Or maybe someone to do."
That all had another good laugh at my expense. Then they put on their clothers, and left.
"Go home, slut," my pimp said. I just looked at him. "You really do enjoy turning tricks, don't you, slut." I didn't want to admit it, but I really do enjoy having cocks in every hole of my body. "Yes, I do." It seemed an appropriate response for my outfit.
As I drove home with my two brothers' and brother-in-law's sperm between my legs, I couldn't help but think what would happen next. It didn't take long to find out.
Sharonslut,
Georgia
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