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 A Reluctant Whore

   By Lust 4 Life

   Alone and desperate, Elizabeth finds she must turn to prostitution to
survive.  Set in 1700s England.  MF preg.

   Intro

   At 16 Elizabeth found herself alone in a strange city.  She had no one
to turn to for help.  Her parents had died in the rural famine.  As evening
came on she wondered where she could sleep and how she could earn some
money for food.  She had done her best to arrange her ragged clothes and
ask in shops for work, but no one wanted her help.  Now the shops were
closing.

   With hunger beginning to gnaw at her belly, in desperation, she now
began to ask passing strangers for a coin for food.  The people ignored
her, hurrying on, until one man stopped and said, "Before I give you a
coin, you will have to earn it.  How desperate are you really?" Elizabeth
answered that she was very much in need, she had no money and was hungry.
The man told her to follow him and walked until he came to a dark doorway
where he beckoned her in off the street.  Now he pulled out a single copper
coin and said, "If you do a good job, this is yours." With that, to
Elizabeth's amazement, he dropped his pants.  She looked at him in
confusion.  Of course, growing up on a farm, she knew about sex, both from
the animals, and from living with her parents in a small single room
cottage.  But the man did not seem to be asking for sex.  "Well, go on, if
you want the coin, lick it" he said.  Never having heard of oral sex,
Elizabeth was still confused.  "I don't understand" she stammered.  "Don't
you know what a blow job is?" the man asked somewhat incredulously.  After
she indicated her ignorance, the man explained.  "At least I won't get
pregnant" she thought as she sank to her knees.  She had never considered
the possibility of oral sex and she was at once revolted and fascinated. 
As a healthy young woman, her hormones were in full flower and the sight of
the man's genitalia was exciting, as was the idea of arousing him.

   Tentatively, she leaned forward and licked his hanging member. 
Following the man's instructions she began to lick his penis as it started
to swell, and she slipped her head down over the end, taking him in her
mouth as he continued swelling.  Soon his manhood was standing out rigid.
Elizabeth was fascinated by the effect she was having on the man.  The man
continued his instructions, telling her how to use a hand to stroke him,
how to bob her head up and down and swirl her tongue around the shaft.  He
also taught her how to lick his erection, the most sensitive areas.  Then
he asked her to drop the straps of her dress off her shoulder so he could
feel her breasts.  The feel of his hands massaging her breasts caused a
tingling in her already moist pussy.  Next the man instructed her to run
her fingers over his balls and back toward his anus.  Elizabeth found she
liked the feel of his hard yet smooth cock and the feel of his balls in her
hands.  The knowledge that she was turning this man on stimulated her
further.  She was also vaguely aware that they were merely in the shadows
while people walked by on the street and that some of them must surely
notice them here in the shadows.  Now the man began to moan and was making
little thrusting motions with his hips as she continued to stimulate him.
Next she felt him getting even harder and then suddenly his cock jerked in
her mouth and she was surprised to feel a sudden squirt of liquid in her
mouth.  The man groaned loudly and pushed his penis into her mouth where it
continued to jerk, shooting more and more semen into her mouth.  Not sure
what to do with it, Elizabeth let it start to run out of her mouth where it
dribbled down onto her breasts.  Finally the man pulled his now rapidly
deflating penis from her mouth.  "Mmm, that was good" he sighed.  He handed
her the coin, pulled his pants up and disappeared into the night, leaving
Elizabeth sitting there in the dark doorway, her dress down with her
breasts exposed and cum dripping out of her mouth and onto her breasts.

   Life on the Street

   The coin was enough for Elizabeth to fill her stomach, but she ended up
sleeping huddled and cold in a dark doorway.  The next day, her attempts to
find work were no more successful and as evening drew on, she decided she
knew what she was going to have to do to eat that night.  As night fell,
she would look for single men walking down the street and ask them, "You
want a blow job?  Just one copper." The first several men ignored her and
continued on.  "Even this is harder than I expected" she thought to
herself. Now she decided she would have to add some enticement to the
offer, so she loosened her top so she could easily lower it.  Now when she
approached a man, she would lower her top showing off her breasts.  Finally
a man accepted her offer and she led him to a darkened doorway where she
serviced him.  But she wanted someplace to sleep for the night, so she
continued until she had earned enough for a meal and a bed, a total of 4
coppers, four men, four blow jobs.

   It did not take Elizabeth long to fall into a routine, hustling blow
jobs at a copper apiece.  It also wasn't long until one of her clients said
he wanted more than a blow job.  When Elizabeth refused, he first offered 5
copper coins and when she still refused, he tried to rip her dress off in
the darkened doorway, but she managed to slip away.  Another time she was
chased by another woman who considered that part of the street to be her
territory.

   One day, several weeks later, a man approached her and informed her that
he controlled the women working this area.  If she wanted to work here, she
had to give him half of her profits, and "take care" of him and his
friends. He made it clear that if she was going to work here, she would
either cooperate or suffer dire consequences.  With little choice, she
acquiesced to the pimp's demands, but now she was having real trouble
earning enough to get by on, sometimes still having to sleep on the street.
And the pimp and his friends definitely wanted more than just blow jobs. 
Elizabeth was getting desperate again, she was going to have to do
something else, but she didn't know what.

   Not long after this, a man whom Elizabeth approached indicated that he
wanted more than just a blow job.  As usual, Elizabeth declined.  However,
this time, the man suggested that not only could she earn more money, but
that she could work inside in a much nicer atmosphere.  While she still did
not want to spread her legs for a man and risk pregnancy, the combination
of more money and better conditions intrigued Elizabeth and she asked him
to tell her more.  The man suggested that she could work at any of a number
of the local bars.  She would probably have to pay the bar tender, one way
or the other, for the use of a room, but that in general the bartenders
would be happy to have a girl of her looks working at their establishment
because it would help bring in customers.  Elizabeth was shocked when the
man told her that instead of a copper coin for a blow job, she could earn
as much as a whole silver coin for fucking.  The man told her she should
not go to a bar which already had several girls working it - prices would
be lower and the girls would resent her.  "Find one with maybe only one
other girl working it.  Also, you may have to do a little something to
convince the bartender to let you start working his bar." He then suggested
several which might be possibilities.  Elizabeth said she would think about
it.

   Over the next couple of nights, as she approached men offering her
regular services, she thought about what it would be like, working a bar,
flirting with the men, offering them not just a blow job, but a chance to
shoot their seed in her womb.  And as she sucked on a man's cock, feeling
its smooth hardness sliding in her mouth she wondered what it would be like
to feel it sliding in her pussy, knowing that he was getting ready to cum
in her.  And as she felt the man's penis throb in her mouth and shoot his
semen into her throat, she wondered what it would be like to feel him
lunging into her, to feel his penis throbbing in her pussy and know that
she was taking his sperm in her womb, that instead of just giving the man a
moment of pleasure, she was giving him a chance to impregnate her.  To her
surprise, Elizabeth realized that she found the idea turned her on and made
her pussy wet.  After several days of this, she decided she should at least
investigate, see what the bars were like, see if any were even an option.
Unfortunately, the time to visit the bars was in the evening, when she
would normally be earning her living sucking cocks in darkened doorways.

   Getting Started

   Being cautious, Elizabeth first walked around finding a number of
different candidate bars and observing them from the outside.  Once she had
identified a few that might have potential, she went back and with some
trepidation, entered the first one.  The room was loud and smoke filled
with men sitting at a long bar and groups of men on rough stools or benches
around rough wooden tables, drinking, smoking, talking quietly or loudly.
The bar tender was serving the men at the bar, a woman was serving the men
at the tables.  It did not take Elizabeth long to notice 3 different women
circulating among the men.  The women were scantily clad and were sidling
up to the men, rubbing themselves against the men or sitting in their laps,
talking for a bit (and the men were often letting their hands roam on the
women), and then moving on.  These were obviously working girls looking for
customers.  It also did not take long for the bartender to notice her and
hustle over telling her in no uncertain terms that he did not need any more
working girls here.

   Elizabeth moved on to another bar and another, each with a similar
experience.  She was beginning to get disappointed, thinking that she was
not going to have to make a choice about offering more because it looked
like she was not going to find any "open" bars and that she was instead
going to be hustling blow jobs on the street for a while longer.

   Then she came to a bar, similar to the others, but at first she did not
see any women working the men.  Her stomach felt a bit giddy: Was this an
opportunity?  Did she dare?  If she did, how would she start?  Then she saw
a curtain in the back move aside and a woman with the "working girl look"
and a man came out.  The man returned to a table with several other men who
were obviously teasing him about something.  The girl went to the bar and
got a drink before starting to circulate among the men.  Elizabeth realized
the woman must have just been entertaining the man as a customer in the
back, "She has just spread her legs for him and taken his sperm and even
now it is swimming inside her" Elizabeth thought.

   This was it.  Decision time.  She could walk out and return to her life
on the street, or she could walk over to the bar tender.  She wrestled with
the question: "I don't want to be a whore.  You're already a whore, giving
blow jobs in doorways, sucking off strange men.  I don't want strange men
pawing me, knowing they can have their way with me for a price.  Yes you
do. The thought turns you on, you're already wet thinking about it.  I
don't want to get pregnant, have bastard children and not even know who the
father is.  Maybe if I'm careful and douche carefully afterwards and avoid
my most fertile days, I won't get pregnant.  You need the money, you can't
go on the way you have been."

   Finally, plucking up her courage, heart pounding in her chest, Elizabeth
headed over to the end of the bar.  The bar tender soon headed over, looked
her up and down, and then asked, "What can I do for you miss?" "Uhm, I was
wondering if it would be alright with you if I worked here?  ... With the
men?  ... Uh, like that other girl." She nodded her head toward the girl
who was now back soliciting among the men.  She couldn't quite bring
herself to say she wanted to be whore.  The man looked at her again.  "Are
you sure you know what you're doing?  How do I know you'll be any good?"
Elizabeth had been expecting this.  She turned a bit so she was facing just
the bar tender, and pulled her top down enough to expose her breasts. 
"Well, I've got these.  What do you think?" The bar tender reached out and
put his hand on one of her breasts, squeezing.  At the same time she
reached out and ran her hand over his crotch, adding, "I've never had any
complaints so far." The man slowly withdrew his hand, saying, "Hm, well I
would guess maybe you haven't.  Alright, but you are going to need
different clothes.  That old dress won't do at all.  My fee is one silver
coin per week, or a turn with you in back, my choice.  The arrangement here
is you and Karen work the guys.  Any customers, you take `em behind the
curtain there.  Oh, and my name is Sam.  If you're still interested, come
back tomorrow night wearing something a lot more interesting.  Now, what
was your name?" Elizabeth told him and pulling herself back together,
hurried out of the bar.

   Elizabeth just had a couple of coins left, barely enough to buy new
clothes, so she slept on the street that night, curled up in an alley.  She
did manage to hustle one blow job before going to bed, adding a little to
her cash supply.  She also had one final task to take care of.  She had
managed to pilfer a candle stick expressly for this purpose.  She did not
want her first customer to know she was a virgin, so deep in the shadows of
an alley, she slowly worked the candlestick up into her tight pussy until
it hit her maiden head.  She tried to just push through but was surprised
at how difficult this proved to be - and it hurt.  Next she tried ramming
the candlestick repeatedly against her hymen.  It hurt but she could feel
it gradually stretching, and then with a sudden sharp tearing pain which
made her gasp, she was through.  "Open and ready for business" she thought
to herself.  The next day she went looking for something to wear at the bar
that night.  As she looked, the thought kept crossing her mind that she was
looking for clothes to show off her body, to entice men, that she was
buying whore's clothes.  The thought sent a shiver through her body, but
she could not determine if it was fear, disgust, or excitement.  In the
end, all she could afford was one cheap outfit, but she figured she should
soon be able to afford more.

   First Trick

   Elizabeth arrived at the bar in the early evening, just as it was
starting to fill up.  Sam nodded her back to the alcove where she quickly
stripped off her regular dress.  Standing behind the curtain, naked, she
thought to herself, "Before long many of these men will have seen me naked,
and a whole lot more." The thought again sent a shiver through her body. 
She slipped on the skimpy outfit.  Elizabeth really was a well built young
lass.  Full rounded hips, narrow waist, large breasts, full lips, nice
face, long, well proportioned limbs.  The short skirt only came down a few
inches below her crotch, and the top accentuated her breasts, low cut in
the middle with just enough material to cover her nipples.  Even with the
outfit on, she still felt almost naked, revealed, which of course was the
whole point.  Looking around she noticed a straw tick on the floor would
provide some padding.  Taking a deep breath to try to slow the butterflies
in her stomach, Elizabeth walked out into the room.  She noticed that a
number of the men immediately noticed her.  "A new toy to play with" she
thought.

   Sam beckoned her over.  He introduced her to Sara, the girl waiting
tables.  "I'll introduce you to Karen later" he said, since she had not yet
arrived.  "I'll let you slide a couple of days on your first payment, till
you've had a chance to get your feet on the ground, but you will need to
pay cash for any drinks.  Well, good luck." With that he bustled back to
the bar, leaving Elizabeth standing at the bar by herself.  "I guess it's
show time" she thought to herself as she started to walk out into the room.

   Moving with what she hoped was a slinky, sexy walk, she approached one
of the tables with several men and moved up next to one of them, putting
her arm around his shoulder.  "How are you handsome blokes doing this
evening?" she drawled.  The man around whom she had thrown her arm let his
hand move slowly up her leg until he reached her bare ass.  His touch sent
twinges through her pussy.  The man answered, "We're doing fine.  You're
new here, eh?  Well this should liven things up a bit - always nice to see
a new face." After a few minutes chat, the men let her know that at least
at the moment, they were not interested, but there were definitely times
they would be.

   Elizabeth looked around, and seeing several men eyeing her, she picked
the best looking of them and approached him.  "Hi handsome!  Like what you
see?" She wiggled her chest a little.  The man quickly affirmed that indeed
he liked what he was seeing.  "Mind if I join you for a moment?  My legs
are tired" she said.  Without really giving him time to answer, she
squirmed her way onto his lap, brushing her tits in his face.  "Well we
certainly wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable" the man responded, lifting
one hand and squeezing one of her breasts through her top.  Elizabeth had
to make an effort not to flinch or draw away at the touch of this strange
man.  Instead, she wiggled her hips in his lap and asked, "Want to have
some fun?  I can fuck you really good."

   The man, Andrew, had some extra coins today and had been planning on
spending them on a session with Karen.  He liked her, she was good, but he
had been with her several times.  When he had first seen Elizabeth come out
from behind the curtain, he had changed his mind, deciding that if she was
available, this new lady would provide some variety - and she was hot
looking.  He watched her intently as she spoke with Sam at the bar, and
then as she stopped at the first table.  When she headed toward his table,
Andrew felt his penis twitch in anticipation.  When she sat in his lap, he
thrust upward as she ground on him, providing both of them with extra
stimulation.  It was obvious she was here on business, soliciting, and he
did not hesitate to let his hands move to her barely covered breasts and
squeeze them.  The feel of her breasts in his hands and her butt wiggling
in his lap as he pushed up against her, was sending strong signals to his
genitals that here was a willing mate to receive his seed.

   Andrew accepted her proposition and after a quick negotiation on price,
Elizabeth stood and taking him by the hand, headed for the curtain.  As she
walked, she knew several of the other men were watching, and she knew they
all knew what she was and what she was about to do.

   Once behind the curtain, Elizabeth turned, and facing the man, pulled
her top up over her head, exposing her breasts for him.  Next she
unfastened her skirt and let it fall so that she was now standing naked
before him.  She rolled her hips suggestively and then approached him. 
Dropping her hand, she rubbed his crotch, feeling his cock through his
trousers, the cock that would soon be sliding inside and squirting in her.
Andrew drew a deep breath and placed his hands on her breasts, sending a
shiver through Elizabeth.  She felt her pussy getting moist as Andrew's
hands on her breasts and the feel of his cock through the material sent
signals to her body.  At the animal instinct level, their bodies both knew
they were about to mate.  His body was beginning to prepare his cum load,
his balls releasing his sperm, his prostate churning out the fluid to carry
it into a waiting womb, while his penis was beginning to swell in
preparation for delivery.  Meanwhile, her pussy was beginning to flow,
lubricating for easy insertion of an erect penis, her pussy lips were
swelling with blood and opening in invitation as she prepared to accept a
male's offering and draw it into her body.  While he continued to knead her
breasts, she unbuttoned his tunic and then moved to his belt.

   Her hands trembled with anticipation as she undid his belt.  Obviously
she had seen many hard cocks, while giving blow jobs in doorways.  But this
was going to be the first she felt inside her.  She knew it would be bigger
than her finger sliding inside, but beyond that she wasn't sure what to
expect.  She pulled his pants down, revealing his cock, partially hard,
swelling in anticipation of her body.  As Andrew continued to fondle her
breasts, she sank to her knees, till her face was level with his crotch. 
She continued to gently stroke his hardening shaft and slid her other hand
between his legs, cupping his testicles.  Now bending forward, she took his
cock in her mouth.  To Elizabeth this part was at the same time both
familiar from her nights in dark doorways and unfamiliar, because she knew
this time the man was expecting and was going to get more - tonight she was
offering not just her mouth, but her body.  From Andrew's groans and his
rapidly swelling cock, she knew he was enjoying her actions.  And his
reactions were having an effect on her, causing her pussy to get wetter,
the smell of sex beginning to rise in both their senses.  Soon Andrew
grabbed her head and pulled away, saying "Damn that's nice, but I'm not
paying for a blow job.  I want to fuck you, feel your hot pussy wrapped
around my hard cock."

   Elizabeth lay back on the straw tick, and spread her legs.  Rolling her
hips she looked up and said, "C'mon.  Give me your hard cock.  Fuck me
good. I want it." She wondered how many of the men on the other side of the
curtain could hear her.  She could see the lust in Andrew's eyes.  He moved
forward eagerly, his rigid cock straining for her pussy.  She knew that she
was about to feel her first cock, her first fuck, and that she was offering
her body to him, allowing him to plant his seed in her.  And she knew it
was too late now to change her mind, she was committed to this act.

   The sight of Elizabeth laying back, legs spread in invitation had a
powerful effect on Andrew, causing his penis to jerk in anticipation.  He
quickly lowered himself, bringing the distended head of his penis into
contact with her pussy lips.  He rubbed it up and down, separating her lips
and lubricating himself with her juices for easy entry.  And then he began
to slide forward, into her most private place.  While there was no physical
barrier, this was still the first entry (except for the slender
candlestick), and she was tight.  Andrew had to work his way in slowly,
until finally he was fully embedded in her, his cock stretching her,
filling her, warming her.  She couldn't help herself, she wrapped her legs
around him, pulling him in further, holding him tightly, savoring the feel
of him in her, of his body pressed to hers.

   Soon Andrew began moving inside her, slowly at first, starting to slide
in and out, fucking her, preparing his body to shoot his seed into her
waiting body.  And his thrusting was stimulating her - her own fingers had
never felt this good.  His thrusting cock felt so good, filling her,
stroking her.  The more he fucked, the more she wanted.  Soon she was
rolling her hips, trying to get even more stimulation from his cock, and in
the process urging him on.  Looking down she watched his cock disappearing
inside her and then withdrawing, his balls hanging behind.  In order to get
even more stimulation, she pulled her knees back and apart, pushed her hips
up, trying to get him still deeper.  Andrew was now thrusting vigorously
into her and she could hear a squelching sound coming from her pussy as his
cock pistoned in and out, and a slapping sound as their bodies collided on
each stroke.

   Andrew was in heaven.  Elizabeth was not only good looking but her pussy
was tighter on his cock than anyone he had fucked in a long time.  Her
obvious excitement provided additional enjoyment.  Reaching under her ass,
he pulled her closer to him on each in stroke.  He could feel the delicious
tension building in his body as he got closer and he knew that soon he was
going to be spraying his cum inside her, filling her with his essence.  The
thought drove him to greater exertion.  Meanwhile, Elizabeth felt her own
body responding, she could sense an orgasm building.  The feel of Andrew's
cock slamming into her pussy, his pubic bone grinding against hers, and
then his hands on her ass pulling her even further onto his cock was
overwhelming her.  The knowledge that she was playing sperm roulette, that
soon this fabulous cock was going to be spraying her insides just turned
her on more and she ground against her partner, moaning, "Oh yes, so good.
Keep going, oh fuck me, more."

   The couple continued to thrust against each other with ever increasing
vigor.  Each now driven by the demands of their body for more stimulation.
Elizabeth could feel a massive orgasm approaching as Andrew continued to
drive into her.  Her entire consciousness focused on the incredible feeling
between her legs as his cock banged at the entrance to her womb.  And then
it hit her, she was thrashing, moaning on his wonderful shaft as her orgasm
washed over her.  Her reaction was too much for Andrew, and with a final
thrust he buried himself in her and joined her moans of ecstasy as his cock
began to pulse, shooting streams of semen into her eager body.  Through her
own orgasm, Elizabeth could feel Andrew pressed tightly against her, his
cock buried as deeply as possible in her body, the head pressed against the
entrance to her womb, and she could feel the throbbing which meant he was
pumping his sperm into her.  She could feel a sudden warmth and wetness and
knew it was his seed.

   Soon her orgasm passed and she felt Andrew shrinking inside of her, and
then slipping out.  "Uhm, that was good" he muttered, quickly putting his
clothes on and ducking out through the curtain.  Curious, Elizabeth,
slipped a finger into her pussy and could feel the extra slimy wetness of
Andrew's deposit.  She was able to scoop a bit out with her finger and see
it, milky white on her finger.  She douched quickly, trying to flush as
much of his sperm from her body as possible.  She was glad her period had
just passed and she was not in her most fertile time, yet she felt a
strange excitement at the risk she was taking.

   Dressing, she walked back out and over to the bar where she bought a
drink.  She noticed many of the men watching her.  In fact, she noticed a
strange, appraising look in Sam's eyes as he handed her, her drink.  As she
nursed her drink, she noticed Karen drifting among the men, looking for
business.  It was not long before she found a willing customer and headed
behind the curtain.  She listened to the occasional moan breaking through
the general noise of the bar and knew the people sitting near the curtain
had heard everything she did back there.  The silver coin was more money
than Elizabeth had had in months.  So, with her new found wealth, she
decided to call it a night.

   Paying the Rent

   The next day was similar.  Elizabeth was both a bit less apprehensive as
this was no longer completely new to her, but at the same time, she was
still new enough that she was embarrassed, walking into this place where
everyone now knew exactly what she was, a whore willing to spread her legs
and offer her body to any man with enough coins.  Again, she circulated
among the men, offering her services, let their hands wander freely until
she found an interested customer.  Again they retreated behind the curtain
and soon the man was between her legs, his penis thrusting into her vagina,
playing sperm roulette until he groaned in release, pumping his semen into
her receptive body.  After cleaning herself, she returned to the bar for a
drink.

   Sam approached her and said, "I think it is time to pay the rent, and
this month I'll take it in services rendered." Turning to his assistant
behind the bar, Sam said, "Take over for a while will you.  I'm going on
break with Elizabeth here." She saw the other man smile as he told Sam,
"Sure.  Enjoy yourself!" She followed Sam into the back where he laid down
on the mattress and told her, "Alright, let's see what you have to offer.
Do a little dance for me as you take off your clothes." She felt
self-conscious as she realized this was probably going to be more than the
quick fuck of her first two customers - Sam seemed to be planning on taking
his time with her, which somehow made the encounter even more intimate.

   She moved slowly, swaying her hips for Sam.  He encouraged her to move,
so she turned, bending over, giving him a view of her bare pussy, then
turned again, teasing him.  Next she briefly lowered her top, showing him
her breasts, then lifted her skirt, giving him a view of her bush. 
Finally, she undid the clasps and let her clothes fall to the floor so that
she was naked in front of Sam, revealing all of her charms for him.  She
could see from the tent in his tunic that she was kindling his desire, that
her body and her actions were turning him on, inviting him to fuck her. 
She felt a strange excitement, knowing she was offering her body to this
man, that she was turning him on and making him want her.  The fact that
she knew him, would see him every day also made this encounter more
intimate than the others.  She continued to grind her hips, turning them
both on.  Finally, Sam said, "Enough, come here." Elizabeth glided over and
sat by him, feeling his eager hands on her breasts, sending tingles through
her body.  Her hand dropped into his lap, feeling the growing bulge under
the cloth.  She stroked him through the cloth for a few minutes while he
explored her body with his hands.  Then she undid his clothes and pushed
them off of him, revealing a round, hairy belly and a stiff, fat cock
sticking up from his forest of pubic hair.

   Reaching down, she clasp it in her hands and began gently stroking,
bringing a moan of pleasure from Sam.  Now she reached under with her other
hand and let her fingers dance over his tight ball sack.  After a few
minutes, Sam said, "Suck it." She obediently lowered her head, taking him
into her mouth, like she had so many other customers in the alleyways, but
this time, instead of coming in her mouth, she was just getting him ready
for her pussy.  She ran her hand over his tight sack, feeling the balls
that would soon be delivering their sperm inside her cunt, tickling them,
exciting them.  His hard penis stretched her mouth as she bobbed on it, a
slightly salty taste.  While she sucked, Sam continued to squeeze her
breasts, and run a hand between her legs, slipping a finger into her moist
pussy.  Her body was responding, getting ready to fuck again, her pussy
lips engorging with blood were open and ready.

   When Sam groaned, "That's enough.  I want to fuck you now", she lifted
her head and looked briefly at his distended cock, the slit at the end
looking back at her, the slit that would soon be shooting his sperm into
her as it convulsed in pleasure inside her pussy.  Elizabeth lay back,
spreading her legs in invitation, the female ready for the male to mount
her and inseminate her.  But Sam wasn't quite ready yet.  "Show me you want
it" he said.  "Rub your pussy for me.  Ask me to fuck you.  Tell me you
want to feel me inside you, fucking, and shooting my cum in you." Elizabeth
obeyed, running her hand lewdly over her pussy, as if in heat, and tried to
sound convincing as she told Sam she wanted to feel him inside her,
fucking, filling her with his sperm.  She saw his cock twitch in excitement
from her words.

   Now Sam crawled between her legs, his straining cock sticking out from
his belly, balls drawn up tight.  "Mm-m" murmured Bob, "This is gonna be
good.  You are one hot piece Elizabeth.  I'm sure gonna enjoy blowin a load
in you!" With that he brought the head of his bloated penis to the entrance
to her vagina and immediately started to sink in.  Elizabeth could feel her
pussy gripping, but opening for this new lover, stretching as he impaled
her on his shaft.  Soon she felt his pubic bone grind against hers, his
belly pressed to hers, his weight pinning her.  "Uhm, that feels good! 
Damn I love being inside a woman!" She felt his cock jerk inside her as he
said this.  Now he withdrew, and soon began thrusting into her, fucking,
taking his pleasure, massaging his penis with her vagina, and preparing
himself for ejaculation.  Elizabeth lay there, taking his strokes, her body
moving with each thrust so that her tits were bouncing back and forth in
rhythm to his strokes.  She could hear the lewd squelching of Sam's penis
sliding in her vagina, the steady slapping of their bellies, and Sam's
grunts of pleasure.  She wondered how much the people at the tables on the
other side of the curtain could hear.

   Sam's hands groped her body as he fucked.  First squeezing her breasts,
then grabbing her ass and pulling her tighter to him on each stroke.  "Uhm,
run your fingers over my balls" Sam grunted.  Obediently Elizabeth reached
around between their legs and found the tight little sack with his
testicles.  She ran her fingers over them as he thrust into her, causing
him to moan more.  With her hand at the point of action, she could feel his
penis, wet with her secretions as he slid in and out.  She was rutting like
the animals back on the farm, she thought, penis in vagina, the male
attempting to inseminate the female.  Her hands on his balls made her think
of his sperm, his seed he was preparing for her that he was soon going to
be pumping through his cock into her body.  Here she was, on her back, legs
splayed wide for this man, allowing him access into her most private parts,
offering her womb to his sperm.

   Sam's thrusting was more vigorous now, his grunting more animal as he
focused on the pleasure in his penis, the pressure building in his loins.
"Tell me how much you like my hard cock in you.  Tell me how much you want
to feel me shooting in you" he gasped.  "Oh yes!  Oh, your cock is so big,
so good!" Elizabeth moaned.  "Oh I love it!  Fuck me harder.  Don't stop! I
want to feel you shooting in me.  I want your cum in me.  Fill me up!" She
wiggled her hips for him.  Now as he continued fucking she could feel his
body tensing.  He wrapped his arms under her back and shoulder, pulling her
tight to him and she knew he was nearing the peak, that inside his body his
sperm was boiling, ready to explode from his penis in search of an egg to
start the cycle of life.  Sam completely dominated her senses.  His large
body pressed down on her, his arms pulling her to him, locking his penis
deep in her vagina, his body tensing around her with his final strokes.  He
was sweating, panting, grunting as his penis continued to pound into her
pussy, shaking her body with each stroke.  "Come on!  Let it go!  Give it
to me, shoot your sperm in me!" she whispered to him.  She could feel his
cock swelling now and knew he was seconds away from spewing his load in
her.

   "I'm gonna cum, ah, ah AH-H-H!  I'm cuming!" Sam yelled.  Elizabeth knew
the people on the other side of the curtain could hear, and knew she was
taking his sperm.  As he yelled, he lunged extra hard into her and she felt
a massive throb in his penis followed by a steady throbbing as he began
pumping into her.  Her fingers on his balls could feel each pulse as he
pushed into her holding his dick as deep in her cunt as possible as he shot
his seed into her.  She could feel the spreading warmth of his semen
filling her and knew that jets of his potent white fluid were shooting
through his penis and out the slit at the end, coating her insides, looking
for the entrance to her womb.  His ejaculation seemed to go on and on as
his penis pulsed again and again, pumping his sperm into her.  Finally the
throbbing slowed to an occasional pulse and he began to relax.  "Oh that
was good!  Damn you know how to empty a man's balls!"

   Sam continued to hold himself in Elizabeth, his cock still jerking
occasionally with pleasant aftershocks as it tried to push the last few
drops of his semen into her flooded tunnel.  Eventually his once distended
cock shrank back to normal size and slipped out of her juicy slit.  Sam
leaned back, raising himself from her and groaning in contentment.  Her
pussy hair was matted with their juices and she felt some running down the
crack of her ass.  Sam's cock glistened with their combined juices, all
evidence of their recent mating.  Now Sam got up and pulling on his
clothes, said "See you at the bar." After he left, Elizabeth lay for a
moment gathering her thoughts before slowly cleaning up.  This time not
only was it obvious what she had come back here to do, but it was probable
that a large portion of the bar had heard her getting fucked.  In a moment,
she would be walking back out and everyone would know she had Sam's sperm
swimming in her cunt and in her womb, and more than that, that she had two
men's sperm in her.  "I guess I really am a whore" she thought, "No secret
about that anymore.  No point in being coy about it." And she thought, it
was only a matter of time until one little drop of semen found one of her
eggs and her belly started to swell with an unknown man's baby.

   In that moment of reflection she accepted her fate, and decided to
accept what she was.  She could feel bad about it and be miserable, or
accept it and enjoy her work.  The realization that she was a whore
liberated her and allowed her to relax in her new role.  With that she
finished dressing and walked saucily out of the back room and over to the
bar.  Grinning at Sam, she said in a conversational tone, "That was good!
But you sure work up a thirst in a girl.  How about a drink?" Sam chuckled
as he went to fetch her a drink.  While waiting, she could feel some his
sperm she hadn't been able to clean out, starting to leak out.

   Dave's Perspective

   After this, Elizabeth settled into her role, usually taking at least
one, often two customers per night.  Sam elected to take his payment in
services and also took a turn between her legs once a week.  Between her
good looks, and now enthusiastic efforts on the job, she proved to be quite
popular and had many repeat customers (as often as their wages would
allow). She developed a friendly, casual relationship with many of the bar
regulars (both clients and others).  While she was definitely sexy and
alluring, she also teased and flirted with them as another bar "regular".
And the men talked about her and how hot she was.

   Several months went by.  She had gotten to know Karen, but had never
really gotten close to her.  However, one day a clearly upset Karen caught
her off to the side and almost in tears, confided to Elizabeth that she
thought she was pregnant - she had missed her period and was feeling
nauseous in the morning.  Elizabeth consoled her, while for the first time
in quite a while wondering how long her own luck would hold.  She cleaned
herself carefully every night after work, but still she knew she was
playing sperm roulette, that just one of the millions of sperm pumped into
her every night had to find its way into her womb at the right time to get
her pregnant.  Karen continued working, but before long the men began to
notice the tell-tale little bulge in her belly and began commenting on it.
Shortly after that Karen disappeared, leaving Elizabeth as the only working
girl in Sam's bar.

   Dave was a regular at the bar but had never been a customer of
Elizabeth. He had gone behind the curtain a few times with Karen, but not
often.  He knew Elizabeth was a whore.  Of course it was obvious by the way
she dressed and acted with the men, but he had also often seen her find an
eager customer and disappear behind the curtains.  Usually the noise of the
bar drowned out their activities, but sometimes the sounds of sex drifted
out, either during a lull in the general hubbub of the bar, or because of
an extra enthusiastic coupling: moans and gasps of pleasure, groans of
orgasmic release, and even the occasional verbal declarations of lust. 
Dave would watch them come out from behind the curtain, knowing she now had
the man's sperm planted deep in her pussy.  The thought always turned him
on.

   When Elizabeth was around, she and the other men often teased him. 
Elizabeth might purr up next him like a cat, rubbing herself on him, "Aw
Dave.  Why do you hold out on me?  I could make you feel so good.  Can't
you image how good it would feel to be between my legs back there?" Some of
the other guys might chip in, "She got that right!  She is one hot piece.
Other night, she drained me dry, thought she was going to turn me inside
out she made me cum so hard!" Normally Dave resisted the temptation.  He
had other things to spend his money on and he had a wife back home,
although she didn't let him between her legs too often - she didn't want
another kid.  Of course, he did look at Elizabeth with no small degree of
lust - she was enticing and he often got semi-hard just watching her,
listening to her, and thinking about screwing her.

   Finally, one day, Dave had had some good luck at work and earned some
extra money and decided it was time to celebrate.  He decided that a good
session with Elizabeth would be a well earned treat and he rubbed his
crotch thinking about her as he headed to the bar.  This time when
Elizabeth came by he surprised them all by accepting her offer, "Alright.
These guys say you are so good, and you do look hot, let's go!"

   Dave followed Elizabeth, watching her swinging her scantily clad butt in
wanton invitation as she walked - a female in heat trying to attract a male
to mate with her.  Dave could feel his penis throb in anticipation as he
watched her.  As soon as they were behind the curtain, she turned and
pressed her body to his, grinding her scantily clad crotch against his,
pressing her full breasts into his chest, and locking her lips to his.  His
arms reached out and he felt the soft pliable flesh of her ass, kneading
it, pulling her to him as they ground lewdly together, working each other
up.  He could feel his cock swelling in response to the stimulation she was
giving him.  Next he slid his hands up and she pulled back a bit so his
hands could go to her breasts, squeezing them.  "Here, let me get this off"
she offered, and quickly removed her top, allowing her breasts to spring
free.  Dave's hands were on them in a moment, massaging them, feeling the
texture under his hands.

   Now she pulled away and told him, "Come on, get those clothes off so we
can play".  She stripped off her bottoms in one quick move so she was
standing naked before him.  He felt a tingling of anticipation in his balls
as he looked at her luscious form: large succulent tits, curvaceous body,
her pubic hair accentuating and at the time hiding her pussy, tempting him.
As he hurriedly stripped off his clothes he was thinking that when she
walked out from behind the curtain this time, it was going to be his sperm
buried in her pussy, that he was soon going to be sliding his erection into
her hairy nest.

   Elizabeth dropped to her knees and lowered her mouth over his semi-hard
dick.  The feel of her warm wet mouth enveloping his manhood was exquisite
and Dave moaned in pleasure as she bobbed her head on his rapidly swelling
penis.  Then he felt her fingers lightly scratching his hanging balls and
he thrust forward, pushing his cock deeper into her throat, showing her how
good she was making him feel.  He looked down at her head bobbing up and
down, sending sensations shooting through his groin.  She looked up and
their eyes met, and she smiled at him.  He grinned back at her.  This was
great, but now he was hard, his erection pointing to the sky, and he wanted
to spend as much time as possible in her pussy, so he gently pulled her up
and motioning toward the straw, said, "I want to fuck you now.  Oh, you
make me so hard!"

   As he watched, Elizabeth lay down, spreading her legs in invitation, the
female ready for the male to mount her and inseminate her.  She used one
hand to rub her pussy in lewd invitation.  Dave looked at her inviting
naked body with lust, eager to bury himself in her and fuck until he blew
his load in her waiting vagina.  He crawled between her legs and lowered
himself.  She reached out and grabbing his hard cock guided the swollen
head to the entrance to her pussy, wedging it between her lips.  She thrust
her hips up a bit to let him know she was ready.  Dave did not hesitate. 
He started to push forward.  He slid in, deeper and deeper until his pubic
bone ground against hers.  He wiggled his hips to make sure he was in all
the way.  His cock throbbed in her pussy, enjoying her intimate grip.  Dave
looked down at her, enjoying the sight of her breasts, her face, looking
back up at him, both of them knew he was buried in her, about to fuck her,
and shoot his seed in her.  She whispered to him, "Come on Dave.  Fuck me
with that big cock of yours.  Let me feel it."

   Dave withdrew his cock, feeling it slide back out until it was near the
entrance, then sliding back in again until he felt his balls bounce on her
ass.  Ah, this was good!  Now he got into a steady rhythm, fucking her.  He
let his hands grab her breasts, then slide down, grabbing her ass, pulling
her tighter against his crotch.  "Oh baby!" he whispered, "Your hot pussy
feels so good." His rhythm picked up and he was pounding hard into her. 
Then he felt her fingers on his balls, causing him to moan in delight.  "Oh
come on!  Fuck me hard!  Don't stop.  I want to feel you shooting in me!"
Elizabeth coaxed.

   Now Dave felt his cock growing extra large and hard, swelling.  And he
felt the familiar feeling of his sperm gathering at the base of his cock,
getting ready to shoot.  He knew he was almost there, that his body wanted
to pump his cum into this hot female to try and impregnate her.  But he
wanted the feeling to last.  He tried to hold back as he continued fucking,
but her body was too hot, too luscious.  She was thrusting her hips at him,
urging him to let go.  Finally, he knew he had only a few more strokes
until he flooded her.  "Ah!  I'm gonna cum!" he managed to gasp.  Then he
felt the first incredible zip of his sperm shooting through his penis and
into her body.  "Ah!  I'm cumming" he moaned as he drove hard into her,
burying his penis as deeply as possible in her.  Now he felt his penis
throbbing wildly, pulsing with jet after jet of his sperm as he emptied
himself in her, coating her insides with his seed.  Finally, the sensations
began to ebb, the throbbing of his cock slowed, and he was left with a
pleasant empty ache in his balls, indicating that he had emptied himself in
this woman.

   Elizabeth smiled up at him coyly and asked, "Was it good?  It sure felt
like you came buckets in me.' She rolled her hips a bit while Dave remained
inside her, enjoying the last sensations.  Finally, he pulled back, letting
his now soft penis flop out of her.  Looking down, her pussy was gaping
open from the recent fuck, her pussy hair matted with their juices.  They
got dressed and headed out.  Dave felt good, walking back to the table
knowing that everyone would know Elizabeth had his sperm swimming in her
womb.

   Results

   Months went by.  Elizabeth continued her work and was able to save quite
a bit against the inevitable day when her own belly would start to swell
and she would have to take time off to bear the child and let her body
recover.

   However, luck only goes so far, and nature has stacked the deck in favor
pro-creation.  If a woman takes a man's sperm in her bare cunt, no matter
how careful she is, sooner or later nature is going to have its day. 
Eventually the day came when Elizabeth realized she was overdue for her
period.  She was pretty regular, so there was not much chance that her body
was just skipping a month or was in some other way "off".  And sure enough,
within a few weeks she began to feel nauseous in the mornings.  Well, there
wasn't much for it.  She continued to work, knowing that she already had a
baby growing inside her, fathered by any one of several dozen men who had
been between her legs shooting their seed into her in the appropriate time
frame.  Some of the men of course were regular customers, but every week
there were also strangers who stopped in the bar and paid for her services.

   As with Karen, eventually her belly began to swell visibly with the
growing fruit of her unions, and the men began to notice and comment that
she had at last caught.  Once things got beyond reasonable denial, she
faced up and one day, announced to the bar, while patting the bulge in her
belly, "Alright, which one of you studs did this to me?  As you have all
begun to notice, it appears one of you horny guys has finally knocked me
up." And she rubbed her pussy to emphasize her words.  As she looked
around, she couldn't help envisioning many of them, groaning in pleasure
between her legs as their throbbing penises convulsed in pleasure, shooting
their sperm into her waiting pussy.  With no way of knowing, she wondered
which one of them had had the fortune to be the one whose seed got through
and found her egg.  "Well" she continued, "since I already have a belly
full, I guess I can't charge full price any more.  From now on, until I get
too big to work, I'm reducing prices by 50% for anyone who wants to return
to the scene of the crime."

   She did indeed have many customers continue to avail themselves of her
services.  For her part, Elizabeth, proudly displayed her growing belly,
reminding the men that she was indeed a fertile woman.  Some men lost
interest in her, knowing they had no chance of knocking her up at this
time, but many of the men found her growing belly to be a turnon and
continued to enjoy their sessions between her legs.