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Halloween Party
I gave Mr ******* a quick blowjob, and hoped that would be enough to get him out of the house so I could start supper before ******* got home.
"That was pretty good," he said. "But I wouldn't expect anything less from a professional."
"Thank you," I replied and smiled. At least I tried to smile. I was still busy swallowing his cum.
"I'll tell you what," he said. "Why don't you come to our Halloween party next week? You can come in costume."
I had to think about that. ******* and I were supposed to go to another Halloween party at his work. And I hadn't even thought about if I had to perform for my own work party that night.
"I'll let you know," I smiled and said.
"I will plan on seeing you there...unless you want ******* to know he has the best whore in town in his bed."
"OK, I'll make it somehow."
What was I going to do? I got supper ready. That night at supper, I asked about the Halloween party at *******'s work. It had been cancelled. Good. Now all I have to worry about was if they were throwing a party at the school board.
I found out the next day. They were not. It seems the school board was more concerned about safe trick-or-treating for the kids. That's good. So I called my neighbor Mr. *******.
"I will be able to make it to your Halloween party next Thursday," I said. "What time is it?"
"But the invitation is for you AND your husband," Mr ******* said. "I want ******* to come to the costume party too."
What was this turning into? I told ******* about the invitation when he got home. He was pleased. He usually doesn't like parties, but he said this would be a good opportunity to get to know the neighbors.
I got a call the next day. It was Mr *******. "I have your costumes ready," he said. "You will be coming as a prostitute, and ******* will be coming as your pimp."
"Now wait a minute," I said. "I don't think that's such a good idea."
"I'll tell you what, " he said. "Run it by *******, and if he doesn't like it, we can think of something else."
I didn't want to run it by *******, but I was kind of stuck. That night after the kids were put to bed, I asked if he had thought of our costumes for the party. He said that he hadn't. Then I said, "what if I went as a prostitute, and you went as my pimp? Would you like that? We don't have to..."
He turned to face me in bed and said, "Let me see... Are you a good whore? I don't remember. Why don't you refresh my memory, and if you're good, I'll see about sharing you with the neighbors," he said with an evil smile.
I smiled and said, "I'll be right back." I went into the bathroom, put on my make-up, and dressed in the sluttiest nightie I could find. I opened the door and said, "you ordered a hooker, mister?"
He replied, "And a pretty one, too. How lucky am I?"
I turned a trick for my husband, and he really loved it. He really got into calling me filthy names when we were fucking. I have found out men love to do that with whores. I guess it's because they can't get away with it with their wives. After he came in me, he turned over to the nightstand, picked up his wallet, and said, "How much do I owe you, whore?"
I said, "That depends. Was it good?"
"It was great."
"Good enough to share with the neighbors?"
"Good enough to share. I would be happy to be your pimp, providing you not show off too much of that gorgeous body."
"No problem. I won't wear this nightie. I'll wear another one. That'll be 100 dollars, please mister."
He smiled and took the money out of his wallet, put it in my hand, and said, "It was worth every penny. You are a great hooker, Sharon."
"I'm glad you liked it, mister. Maybe you can rent me again."
The few days went by, and we were getting ready to go to the Halloween party. The sitter was downstairs with the kids, and we were getting dressed. I got my make-up and outfit on. I had way too much make-up, and the nightie was really slutty. He asked about it, and I told him I had to look the part. I told him I would wear a coat over it until we go to the time to judge best costumes. He said that was ok.
When we got next door, we were greeted by Mrs ******* in a cat suit. "Let me take your coat," she smiled and said.
I wanted to keep it, but she insisted. ******* tried to stop her, but she said not to be so bashful. It was a party. Relax and enjoy.
We walked in, and Mr ******* was the next to greet us. "What a sluty-looking whore you have there, *******," he said. "Is she working tonight, or have you given her the night off?"
"She's a whore, so she will work," he smiled and said. He did not realize what he had just said. He was staying in character, but he did not understand that Mr ******* was NOT in character. "I want her to make me some money. What good is she to me otherwise?"
"Excellent," Mr ******* said. "What is the rate?" ******* told him that the last time she turned a trick, it was for 100 dollars. "Fine," Mr ******* said. "She will come with me first." Then he gave ******* a one hundred dollar bill, and took me by the hand.
******* laughed and said, "Enjoy her. And if you like her, tell all your friends."
Mr ******* was laughing as he took me by the hand into the bedroom. "Now you heard your husband," he said. "He wants you to make some money for him by fucking the neighborhood. I want you to start with me, right now!"
"But what if your wife comes in?" I asked. "******* was just joking. He didn't know you REALLY want me to hook the neighborhood."
"Let me ask again." He left the room, and came back in a few minutes laughing. "He said that you will not go home with him until you have made him a thousand dollars."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This had gone far enough. I tried to go for the door. I was going to tell ******* that they are asking for real, but I was stopped, thrown to my knees, and had a cock shoved into my face. "Now I just paid one hundred dollars to your pimp for you, you little whore," he said. "Now get to work!"
I started sucking the cock in my face like I had learned to do. He was hard in no time when the door opened. It was another neighbor who had just paid ******* another hundred dollars.
"Room for one more?" he asked. "Sure," the man with the cock in my mouth answered. "She's a real pro, aren't you Mrs ******?"
The second guy knelt down behind me and started rubbing my breasts. Then he pinched my nipples. That started to turn me on. I was moaning with passion now.
"You see," the cock in my mouth said. "She's a real pro. She enjoys being a whore."
I stood up and went to the bed. I knelt on it and said, "Fuck me doggie while I suck cock. I don't care which is which. I just want cock."
They obliged. One rammed my pussy and the other shoved his cock down my throat. "What a great whore we have here, one said. "Yeah," the other answered. "We're really lucky to have such a cheap, slutty whore in the neighborhood."
With that, one came in my mouth, and I swallowed. I had grown to like the taste of cum. The other was still pumping my pussy when the door opened again. It was Mrs ******* in the cat suit. She saw her husband fucking me from behind.
"Well, getting a little doggie?" she asked her husband. "Naughty boy to leave your wife out of the fun." She walked over and stood in front of me. "******, be a good husband and pay the pimp so I can have this whore eat my pussy," she said. "No problem," was the reply. With that, she dropped her panties, and I started sucking her clit. She was moaning immediately. It was only the second woman I had ever eaten, but she was ready to explode in no time.
"Cum with me into the whore, ******," catwoman said. With that, husband and wife both drilled me. I got a mouth full of pussy juice from the Mrs, and a belly full of sperm from the cock.
"What a delight you are," Mrs ******* said. "We will have to enjoy you more often. Come, ******, we are neglecting our other guests."
I was about to get ready to leave when the door opened again. "Is this the whorehouse?" he asked. "Yes, it is," Mr ******* replied, "and here is the whore. Have you paid her pimp?"
"Yes, I have, and he said that she came with a money-back guarantee," he said as he laughed.
I lay on my back, and said, "Fuck me, mister. I want that cock of yours. Give it to me NOW!"
That was all it took. He came in me in no time, but there was another line at the door.
******* made his thousand dollars that night. At the end of the party, he was trying to give the money back, but they all told him to keep it. They said I was well worth the fee. He still hadn't realized that it was NOT a joke.
On the way home, he asked if I had a good time at the party. I told him that I did. I really did, because I had become quite adept at being a whore. In fact, I really love it.
He asked where I was all night, because he did not see me. I told him that I was busy making money for him. "That's what you wanted, wasn't it?" I asked. "For me to be your whore?"
He laughed and said, "yeah, sure Sharon. But I'm glad you are MY whore. Are you too tired fom all your fucking to give your pimp a freebie?"
"You know how it is with whores," I responded. "There's no freebies. You taught me that. You can fuck me for the standard rate of 100 dollars."
"OK," he said. "Luckilly, I've got plenty of money. Let's go to the bedroom, and I'll hire you again."
We went home, and I turned one last trick that night--for the man that used to love me, but had turned me into a prostitute. I enjoyed taking the money from him.
Sharonslut,
Georgia
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