Here is the first part of my story, a mixture of fact and fiction, my original work.
I hope it is enjoyed
jewellasub
Whore Story
Part One - In which a girl turns her first trick
It was my therapist's idea.
Dr. Helen said she was bored listening to me endlessly recounting adventures with sex toys and elaborate fantasy scenarios. At the end of our regular Wednesday afternoon session, her manner changed abruptly. Speaking in a quite different voice from her usual sympathetic tones she suddenly announced,
Rachel, we really aren't going to make any progress unless you start walking the walk instead of just talking the talk.
I started to ask what she meant (even though I understood very clearly), when her buzzer sounded announcing the arrival of her next client. As I left her consulting rooms, determination began to solidify in my mind - it wasn't going to be easy because I'm a very shy person, but I would do it - I would walk the walk.
And so I did it for the first time the following Tuesday night - I wanted the experience to be fresh in my mind for my next session with Dr. Helen - I went out and walked the walk, just as I'd fantasised so often. When the sun started to set, I began to get ready. I've been dressing for ten years - since I was 13 - so it was second nature for me to shower, shampoo, and shave my scant body hair. After towels and talc, I sprayed myself all over with a cut-price body perfume called Passionate and dried my shoulder length dark brown hair.
I'd thought very carefully about what I should wear, and had already laid out some clothes on my bed. I pulled on a black nylon thong several sizes too small, and tucked my genitals neatly away. The hormones that Dr Helen prescribes have reduced my clit and balls, as well as my body hair, at the same time as enlarging my buttocks and swelling my breasts. I clipped a black garter-belt around my waist and slid on a pair of cheap black stockings. A black quarter-cup bra uplifted my 34Bs to a more impressive silhouette, leaving my sensitive nipples exposed. I'd decided upon a flared skating skirt, in black and red leopardskin print, that just about covereded my stocking tops, and I teamed this with a sleeveless pink see-thru top. I put on a pair of plain black leather court shoes with pointed toes and 3-inch heels, then sat down in front of the mirror.
I braided my hair into a thick plait, and wrapped the end tightly with a black leather bootlace. Then I reached for the paint - I love putting on make-up and I've become expert. With liner and shadow I sketched the face I wanted, then filled in the detail with mascara, lip gloss and blusher. When I'd finished, I was no longer ordinary, unremarkable, and androgynous me; I was street-slut incarnate - a cracked, brittle mask of pouting promise and shameless desperation. Satisfied with my preparations, I phoned for a taxi, and checked the contents of my red plastic purse.
I was without most of the props that supported my nightly fantasies - no big dangly earrings, no gold-plated ankle chain, no tattoo on my ass, no crucifix dangling between my breasts, no handcuffs, no leather collar and leash, no ball gag, no butt plug. I was finally going to do it, and with just the bare essentials. In addition to a one-way cab fare (my bargain with myself was that I at least had to earn the fare home), I had three plain rubber condoms, a lipstick and a small pack of tissues.
I told the driver to take me to Bayswater, and drop me at Inverness Square, near to where I'd seen girls touting for business on previous nights. The ride across town took forever, and instead of being excited I just felt nervous as hell. I'd never even left my apartment dressed before, and I was about to go trolling for sex on a street corner. I was impatient to get there before I lost my nerve, and each traffic light seemed to last an eternity. When we arrived I paid the taxi with all the money I had, and stepped out onto a street illuminated by lamps that created pools of dim orange light between the dense shadows of the trees in Inverness Gardens.
The night air was cooler than I'd anticipated, and I felt the breeze across my bare buttocks and nylon-clad thighs. There was just the rumble of traffic from the Bayswater Road and little other sound. Parked cars and houses around the perimeter of the square; and the gardens in the middle, surrounded by a tall fence and hedge, with a single locked gate providing entrance for the square's wealthy residents, all of who had better things to do than go walking in the garden at night. In my hand I held a key that I'd obtained on a pretext - the key to the Inverness Gardens gate, and the key to my plan.
The key worked fine - I was in business. My heels clicking and ass my swaying, I crossed the street and walked slowly towards Bayswater Road. I couldn't believe what I was doing, I was going whoring for real, and my mouth felt dry as paper. My heart was absolutely pounding, and sheer adrenaline was keeping me to my plan, if I'd had to stop and think, I'd have lost it completely. After the first street intersection,there were more cars and I slowed right down and began an exaggerated sashay, letting the high heels do their work of bouncing my ass. I hadn't walked more than 20 yards when I heard a car slow right down behind me. I kept walking. I was literally in two minds, I desperately wanted it to drive away, and I desperately wanted it to stay.
It followed me for half a block then pulled alongside. I stopped and the window purred down. It was a big, dark coloured car and the man inside was grey-haired with a nice suit. I leaned down, sticking out my chest, and the man said,
I wonder if you can help me miss?
And in my best attempt at a sultry whisper, I lisped, Wansum cumpney sugger?
What's that? he asked
Suck yah wiva rubber fer twenny
The man looked at me and I licked my lips with my mouth half open, the way I imagined that whores do.
Get in, he said
He leaned over and opened the door, and I almost froze with fright. This was not in my plan. We were supposed to walk safely to a discreet and deserted garden. With lock and my key, and plenty of room to run. Getting into a car was definitely not in the plan. My brain was working at incredibly high speed, and getting nowhere fast. There can't have been more than a second's hesitation in real time before I said the sixty-third thing that came into my head.
Imah tranny, I blurted.
I know that, said the man, Get in.
I got in (leather seat against my naked bum) and he drove off smoothly. It was warm in the car. I kept thinking of things to say as we drove through streets that I didn't recognise, but I said none of them. After a few minutes, he turned his head and smiled questioningly at me.
My name's Rachelle, I said
Well hello Rachelle, he said, You're looking very tarty tonight.
Yes, was all I could think to say
And you offered to suck my cock. Which makes you a whore. Right?
Yes
And $20 makes you cheap
Yes
So you're a cheap little tranny whore
I stared blankly out of the windshield and nodded
Look at me Rachelle and say it
I turned to him and said, I'm a cheap little tranny whore who will suck your cock for $20.
He smiled, and after a couple of minutes the car made a left turn and came to a halt. He reached into his jacket pocket, took out his wallet and handed me two $10 notes.
Time to earn your money Rachelle.
I looked around. We were in a small car-park among tall office buildings. There were two vans parked in the opposite corner, otherwise it was empty. I folded the notes and slid them inside the top of my left stocking. Time to earn it, time to be a whore for real. It was the time of my time.
I took a condom from my purse and got out of the car, which wasn't actually that big, and the seat was plastic not leather and had been making my bum feel sweaty. My heart was fluttering and I felt like I might faint. I tugged down my skirt, walked around to his side and opened the door. He turned sideways in his seat to face me, his feet wide apart on the ground. With the interior light on, his suit wasn't that nice, and a belly bulged from his shirt front.
I squatted down between his legs and began to massage the front of his fly. There was something hot and hard in there, and I felt it move beneath my hands. I unfastened his pants and tugged down his zipper, absurdly pleased with myself for deciding not to wear false nails.
I pulled at the top of his boxers, and he lifted himself in his seat so I could pull his pants down a bit. Suddenly, his cock was lolling half erect right in front of my face. It looked huge. I knew it was not as large as those usually featured in adult videos, but it was a lot of dick. The head was especially large, a real bell-end. I began to open the condom and he grabbed my hair, snatched the condom out of my hand and threw it to one side.
You got a lot to learn whore.
Holding my hair in one hand, he started pawing my breasts with the other, pulling at my nipples and pinching them painfully.
Now pay attention whore, he said.
With finger and thumb he encircled his shaft and squeezed. His cock bulged even larger. Pulling my head towards him, he slapped his cock against my cheek a few times and said
All mouth. No hands. Get to work.
I closed my eyes and leaned forwards. Reaching with my tongue I made contact with my first real penis. I moved my tongue about and found his pee-hole. I could smell him strongly, not too unclean, rather pleasant in fact.
His grip on my hair tightened.
I'm paying you to suck me off girly. You've taken the money. Start sucking.
Summoning as much saliva as I could I opened my mouth, covered my teeth with my lips, and enveloped his cock. It filled my mouth, too big to taste because I couldn't swallow. I clamped my lips around the hot, veiny shaft and began sucking while moving my head up and down.
Yeah. Like that you little whore.
I tried to swirl my tongue as much as I could. Placing my hands on his knees I increased the speed of my movements. Up and down, up and down. His knob was bumping against the back of my throat with each down stroke, making me gag slightly, and I wasn't finding it that easy to breathe. Sucking a real cock was nothing like playing with my sex toys. The hand in my hair was insistently pushing my head further down his dick with every stroke and I lost my balance and fell forward, feeling the sharp grit of the parking lot under my knees. His hand didn't let me miss a stroke. His cock was now making me gag every time he pulled my head down and my neck and jaw muscles were starting to ache. He started to grunt and began thrusting with his hips. He was near to climax, and I just knew that I was going to throw up when his cum squirted into my mouth.
Then he pulled my mouth away and came on my face. Most of it hit the side of my nose, the rest went over my neck and right ear. At first it felt hot as it trickled down my cheek.
He said, That was a shitty blowjob you useless fucking tranny.
And pushed me away from him so hard that I fell over sideways. I heard his car door slam, and he drove off.
I got to my feet. The cum of my face now felt cold and wet as it ran down my chin. I thought about my tissues and realised that he'd driven away with my purse. I thanked the sense of theatricality that made me slip his money into my stocking. I bunched up my top and dabbed the cum off my face as best I could. I looked down. My shoes were scuffed at the toes, both stockings were laddered and one had a hole at the knee. I pulled my skirt down as far as it would go, and decided that I was lucky. I'd done it for the first time - stepped out and lived my fantasy - I'd been a whore and sucked dick for money; and now I had something really interesting to tell Dr Helen.
I had to walk a few blocks before I found a street I recognised. We hadn't travelled as far as I thought. The first taxi I hailed pulled over, but then drove off after the driver got a good look at me. I explored my face with my hands and discovered a big glob of cum in my hair above my right ear. I wiped my fingers on my skirt, and carried on walking. The driver of the next taxi did a double take but agreed to take me home. I couldn't resist getting out of the taxi before taking out the money to pay him - his eyes nearly popped when I hitched up my skirt.
Back inside my apartment I took off my skirt and top and stood in front of a mirror. My stockings were in tatters, my nipples were sore, and my lips looked bruised and swollen. On one side of my face, make-up was smeared like a panda, and my forehead was crusted with dried cum - I was a joy to the eyes of my beholder.
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