Lisa’s Session Ch.8 How I Knew I was a Whore

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Lisa’s Session Ch.8 How I Knew I was a WhoreLove the feedback, both public and private from you, the readers. Enjoy my fantasy work…8. How I Knew I was a Whore.Over the next few weeks I had confessed so many things to Dr. Heard, and by extension, my benefactor, Harold. Harold had clearly been reading and enjoying my experiences. He was a cuckhold and a pimp all at once. As a cuckhold he loved me bringing home the flavor of the day (Latino, European, or African) to fuck in front of him or in my room where he could watch me through the wall. As a defacto pimp, he loved setting up dates and events like gangbangs for him to watch me in action. I rarely went into the “viewing room” he used to watch me from, but it was well stocked with lube, vibrators, Viagra, and caffeinated beverages. I always imagined him pooping a red bul to keep up with the long over-nighters he organized. Since I began telling my stories to Dr. Heard, Harold had started to reenact some things with me, several taboo experiences and even some cos-play. He even asked me a few times to sit in the playroom throne and recount stories of my time with Karl while he ate me out. He provided me thousands in bonuses and repeated how he loved my openness and candor about my life. He began to ask how I went from being Karl’s sex pet to “a girl for hire,” his polite way of calling me a whore. I decided I had made him wait long enough. On the elevator up to Dr. Heard’s office I felt my pussy flush with blood and wetness seep out. I was ready.Dr. Heard was seated with his usual damp-spot by his semi-hard cock visible to the trained eye, as Nancy, his good-looking tall blonde MILF receptionist showed me in. I knew she was soon to be headed to King’s home to become a whore in her own right. Tonight, she was going to take on a gang of big black and Latino cocks. I knew King well enough that I expected her to be bruised in her pussy, ass, and mouth and very tired for her ride up the elevator the next day. I also knew that King had advertised her availability to a bunch of his friends for a low price. He’d mistakenly included me in a text that had to be about Nancy and read: “Hot blonde milf type…does everything…loves the brothas…$50 tonight after 6pm” About fifteen of his friends responded with a reply-to-all asking questions about her and the hours this would be going on…that meant I could all but double that number to estimate how many would show up. Lucky girl. Then I thought, maybe I should just show up after my GFE…“So,” Dr. Heard began, “What shall we discuss today?”“Harold wanted me to tell you how I became a whore,” I said with the same casualness of someone explaining that they had gone to the grocery store for celery. Dr. Heard, now half-expecting my racy in-your-face exclamations looked from his notes up to me. He gazed at my fire-engine red top and then my tight black pencil skirt. I was expected for a three-hour GFE after the session with some discreet executive-type MILF-cougar-lady with fashion fetishes. So, I was already wearing my 6-point black garter belt, stockings with the rear seam, and of course, black high-heeled pumps. I could see my garter straps and clips through the skirt, and I was sure Dr. Heard had noticed them as well.“Uhm, well, I guess that would be a fine place to move on to. Did this happen much later? I only ask because I really don’t want to miss any pivotal moments or experiences.”“No, this was just before I turned f******n. I’d been being shared for just about a year and had seen or played with over 50 different men and had seen about half of those me more than once. In fact, there were a few men that played with me quite regularly. Dr. Heard cleared his throat and asked, “So, uhm, I have two questions before I hear your story. Of those of those men who saw you multiple times, how many were there? And what would you say your average times for being, uhm, with a man during one of these encounters was?”I thought for a moment, and replied, “There was fifteen men I saw probably between five and ten times. One older man I saw repeatedly, he coulndt get enough of me. I saw him about 25 times. Ah, regarding the average times I was “with” or I assume fucked in a session was three. Unless you count forced orgasms with dildos or fingers kütahya escort or vibrators. Then the numbers become kinda crazy, I mean like really high. Nasty men love masturbation sessions too.”“What is a masturbation session?” “Many men like to make young girls like I was cum repeatedly and kinda torture her. They loved to make me squeal and writhe around over and over. For me it was rarely torture, but it could be very intense and last quite a while.”“Oh.” Dr. Heard’s mouth had dropped and he wrote with a frenzy. He finished his notes and asked me to tell the story of becoming a whore.“The first part is quite simple…”My birthday was in three days and although my parents were going through a separation, my daddy was putting together a party for me and some school friends. I was thrilled, but was really excited because Karl had told me he was going to give me my present on the day before my birthday. I rode my bicycle fast and felt the wind on my soaked panties. I came in the back door and he gave me a cool wet hand towel to wipe my face with and then opened his pants and freed his cock. I was so excited and dropped the towel and instead kneeled and swallowed his cock like a famine victim. I sucked him nearly to orgasm and was pulled away. Karl explained that he wanted me to “go become seductive” which meant I was to wear more mature clothing – stockings, garter belt, tight skirts, and a tight top. I stood and went to prepare. Karl came and watched me dress and stroked his shaft slowly through his jeans. He told me to go into the bathroom and make myself “look like a mature woman.”Once Karl had me play with a husband and wife who had wanted me to be a “Prep-School Whore.” Karl had taken time to teach me over the course of two days how to look and act. The end of the second day involved the couple watching me service two different men that Karl had asked to show up like a final exam of the preparation. So, there was the white couple who were in their mid-forties, and two men, one white and one latino, who were a little younger, maybe in their thirties, and both were very much into young girls. And Karl was there also, guiding me through the paces. All five of these people were focused on me as I pouted and preened and acted like a naughty school girl, which was easy, because I was. At first, both men seemed to think I might be too young to play with, but after multiple reassurances by the husband, and a demonstration blow-job, they went with it and fucked me like a****ls. It was a hot session, but after that, Karl called that look the “mature woman look.”So, one day before my birthday and not quite f******n, I made myself look twenty or so. Very discerning makeup use, lighter than usual, and only a dab of lip gloss. After taking about twenty minutes in the bathroom, I emerged to my bedroom/playroom and nearly walked right into Karl’s muscular chest and naked body. His ample seven-inch (or so) cock was pointing up at my perky 30-b cup boobs. He had me close my eyes and got behind me with his cock touching my lower back at my skirt line, and his heavy balls against my skirt and my butt-cheeks. Karl said in a soft voice next to my right ear, “My sweet dear Lisa, you have been a very busy girl, and I know you have loved it. Now, you will see what you have done. I hope you love it and are as proud of yourself as I am of you. Now, when I say, look on the bed.” Karl then kissed my neck and I felt him pull my skirt up over my hips and lower himself into position to fuck me standing up. “Okay, open your eyes.” Spread across the bed I saw more money than I had ever seen before and have never really seen. I didn’t know it yet, but I was looking at $26,580 dollars worth of twenty’s, fifty’s and hundred-dollar bills spread out and layered all over the queen-sized bed in a sort of sloppy manner. In in some places the bills were covering other money. Karl’s cock pushed up into me as I realized what I was looking at in the context of what he’d said- “its all yours…” Karl pumped me about three times before I came and shot my head back into his sternum, cumming hard. He pumped me a few more times standing there and then pushed me to the bed and positioned me in a bent forward position with my face buried escort kütahya in a pile of $50’s and $100’s. I came over and over. I smelled the money, and once again, just as Karl had done almost two years before when he took my virginity, I quickly associated money and orgasms. Karl began telling me as he fucked me how he’d charged for almost every session. He explained as he pumped me how he’d occasionally traded my services for some other girls that the men I saw had, but that was rare thing, and that almost every man had paid a lot for me. I came endlessly.“…And that’s how I found out I was a whore.”Dr. Heard punched the number on his planner calculator and after a moment said, “So, fifty men resulting in $26,580 is an average of about five hundred and thirty dollars each. Sounds a bit pricy. Not when you consider that there were several trade-in-kind sessions and when you also consider how taboo this was. In fact, I can tell you that I wasn’t cheap, but I was on the lower end of the price range for this kind of fetish and the discretion needed. I will also add, that Karl did use a portion of the money earned for himself and to buy costumes and toys. Karl explained that my ‘cut’ was about 2/3 the overall earnings and that I should always use that as my pricing model.” I paused, and then added, “This was one of the last times I saw him.”Dr. Heard looked up and asked, “Why?”“I have never found out the true reason, but I think he and some of his little circle of friends of ‘special uncles’ got caught. About a week after my birthday I came over and he explained that he would be leaving the L.A. area in a day or so, come back for a week or so in a couple of weeks, and after that, he would probably never see me.” I paused and then added, “When I asked him why, he told me not to worry about it and then leaned me back on his dining table and began finger fucking me.” Then I added, “That’s when he told me about his friend who was part owner of a strip club and that he’d persuaded them to hire me, provided that I could make them believe that I had just turned eighteen, instead of my real age. He told me how I was going to audition for them in about an hour…”Dr. Heard said, “Wait, your saying that Karl gave you a ton of money and then a few days later got you a job as a stripper…posing as an eighteen year old girl?”“Exactly, and you’ll love this part, I was hired to be an eighteen-year-old whose fetish was to look like a f******n year-old. I was supposed to cater to the men into younger girls”Dr. Heard smiled to himself and shook his head as he scribbled his notes and then asked, “So then what happened?”My audition went well and, though there was no actual sex involved, it really turned me on. I was disappointed to learn that I wasn’t good enough to just start dancing, but completely understood when I was put with a veteran stripper to learn how to stirp and dance after my weak audition. I was hired and put under the tutelage of a gorgeous black girl whose stage name was Aphrodite. She got me started with a few typical moves and after a week I was dancing. I gained talent very fast. At the end of my first real day as a trained stripper, I realized that the real money and fun occurred in the “Couch Room,” – the private dance area. At the end of the first day I was back there doing a lap-dance with a guy and saw Aphrodite sucking another guys cock and realized how the real money was made. On my second day about an hour into my shift I was on my third trip to the couch room. I was propositioned and accepted. I made sixty bucks sucking some chunky Mexican guy’s big, sweaty, uncut cock. By the end of the night I’d fucked six guys, done eight blow-jobs, and finished the night face-sitting and being eaten out by some man while Gail, oh I need to talk about her, rode his cock. After that I frequently made between a thousand and two thousand bucks a night and easily over five thousand over a typical Thursday to Monday week. I was popular. I was one of the few who made a lot during the week day too. I was very popular with the dirty-daddy types and would often clear a couple thousand before seven pm on any given workday. Dr. Heard asked, “That is a lot of money for a young girl. What did you do with it? And I’d kütahya escort bayan like to know if anything really notable or striking, particularly anything sexual, or personally important happened during this time.”“Ok, well yes to all of those questions, and I put most of the money in a couple of bank accounts, but still bought anything I wanted. I bought a sexy sports car, of course, and was driving it after a couple of months of dancing and couch room play. The car was totally i*****l, but it was mine. My mom saw me in it, actually driving alongside me for a few miles before either of us noticed each other, and that led to a big fucking argument. I moved out a week or so later. At one point my mom blamed her divorce on me and I retorted with something about how she shouldn’t have been fucking dad’s boss…ironic huh? As far as the sex, most of it was unremarkable to me except for the party shows and a few other things.”Dr. Heard asked, “What is a party show? Wait, before you tell me, Where did you move? And, what sort of things about that time still stick with you?”I looked at my watch and frowned, “Doctor, the high points are that I fucked my first black guys there, I got my first double penetration, and put on my first lesbian and strap-on shows within about the first month or so of starting there. After I left my mom’s house I moved in with Gail, the MILF of the club. But, doctor, I have another appointment to keep, I will need to pick this up in the next session, ok?…”Three and a half hours later and after a rather vanilla girl-friend experience, I arrived at King’s place with a fully exercised tongue and a very sloppy cunt. I saw Dr. Heard’s attractive blonde receptionist, Nancy, well on her way to those bruises I’d predicted. I stood by a table and watched Nancy in the middle of King’s sunken living room getting plowed from behind. I stood there and a good looking Mexican man was next to me with his well sized cock out and slowly stroking himself. He told me he’d been the second to fuck Nancy when she arrived, right after she left the office and he’d returned for seconds. He explained that he’d seen her before the fuck-mess she was now and wanted someone a bit less used, like me. I knew I was going to fuck him at that instant, but made him wait about five minutes until I couldn’t stand it. I got more and more horny watching Nancy get double teamed by massive anonymous black cocks. Then I reached over and took his hefty hard uncut cock out of his hand, held it, pulled my skirt up and moved my panties aside. Then, without a word, I and backed into him. He gave me an intense deep hard fuck for almost five minutes and came deep in me. After he pulled out I winked at a young black guy who’d been face-fucking Nancy and watching me get pounded by the Mexican. I stripped down to my garter and stockings and shoved my way through the crowd to seat myself on a couch in front of Nancy. The black guy finished face-fucking Nancy and called her a nasty white whore as he pulled away. Nancy looked over and recognized me. She smiled in ecstasy as cum dribbled out of her mouth and immediately her smile contorted into an orgasmic grimace as she came from the other black guy who was fucking her doggy style. At that point, another black guy shoved his way though the crowd and sat directly in front of Nancy. I smiled at him and leaned over and said, “I want you to fuck my ass as deep as you can…make my white ass hurt, and I want that bitch to eat my cum when I squirt. Ok?”He looked at me like I was a psycho, and nodded with a smile as he stroked his big beautiful black uncut cock. Nancy came from her black doggy style-fucker and screamed a bit as I climbed onto the big black cock and put him up my ass. Nancy continued to scream as I rammed my asshole up and down on some young black guy’s hard nine inches. I was determined to squirt on Nancy’s pretty face and mix my cum with all the semen covering her. I surmised that over twenty guys had already done her, no doubt some of them quick-fucks and some slow deep hard fucks. Nancy crawled to my crotch and her man pumped her and shoved her along until her mouth was in my cunt. Immediately I felt my sex begin the familiar orgasmic convulsions and grabbed Nancy’s soiled blonde hair and pulled her wet face into my seeded cream-pie-cunt and exploded a clear long squirt all over her well-fucked face… After the long night she let me take her home and I woke up with her in my bed at Harold’s house and watched Harold eat her used cunt out.

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