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A Prostitute's Life 
by Ms. Samantha Josephine Duponte (samm199294@aol.com)

***

What you are about to read - you will be surprised to 
learn - is true. A lot of my friends have said that my 
life would make an interesting movie so, well, I took 
their advice and wrote about it. Here is a slice of my 
life. (MMF, prost)

***

11 pm in Normanton's red light district in early 
autumn. I feel the cold wind whip at my legs. Business 
is kinda slow tonight. Sure, I've done some punters but 
I'd like to do more. I stuff my hands into the pockets 
of my fake fur coat to try to keep them warm. The 
cigarette is romantically attached to my purple painted 
lips. The coat doesn't cover much as it's only waist 
length and left open for good reason. 

Hooking rule #1 always keep your attributes on show.

I'm beginning to wish that I put on my leather trousers 
instead of squeezing myself into this tight black 
leather micro mini skirt. Still, I think to myself, it 
has paid for itself time and time again. and it does 
look really foxy with the tight purple low-cut top, the 
fishnets and my thigh high boots and well, that's good 
enough for me most of the time. 

Except for right now. I haven't had a pick-up for what? 
20-25 minutes. C'mon guys, what are you waiting for? I 
pull a hand from my coat and take the cigarette from my 
lips, blowing the stream of excess smoke sexily out of 
the corner of my heavily made up mouth. 

A car pulls up about 50 yards away and a girl gets out 
of the passenger's door. It's Emma. She sees me, waves 
and then approaches me. We talk for a little while. I 
like Emma. She's cool for a nineteen year old. Most 
teenage whores are smackheads round here. But not Emma. 
As we talk I get the scent of semen off of her breath. 
Obviously that last punter had head. 

"Hey babes, your breath smells of cum!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really!"

"Fuck! Sam, have you got any chewie with you?"

"Yeah. here you go."

I delve into my handbag and retrieve some chewing gum, 
handing over a stick to Emma and taking one myself. 
"Thanks love" she says as she unwraps it and puts it in 
her mouth, throwing the wrapper to the floor. I unwrap 
mine , pop it in and put the waste it my pocket. Shit, 
I wished she didn't throw litter around!

I take one last drag of my cigarette, inhaling deeply 
this time, before throwing the butt to the floor. As I 
stub it out with my boot the smoke escapes from my 
nostrils into the night air. Emma says her goodbyes and 
says that we'll talk later, she then runs over to her 
spot, further along the street. 

Fuck, I'm bored! I light up another cigarette and start 
trolling around the street, swaying my hips as I do so. 
It may attract punters but who cares really, at least 
my legs will stop seizing up. I saunter about 50 yards 
and then saunter back, smoking sexily and chewing my 
gum as I do so. 

Before long a car pulls up nearby on the opposite side 
of the road. He pips his horn as I try not to notice. 
He winds down his window and I stop and then do the 
hooker stoop at his window, showing off my tits with my 
mouth rudely working on that gum in a bimbo-esque kinda 
way. 

"Hey, how much?"

"For what love?"

"For a fuck. C'mon, don't play games."

I hesitate, giving him a good looking over. Hmmm. very 
nice. My prospective partner looks like he's in his mid 
twenties, short dark cropped hair and looks well 
groomed. He is also black and we all know what they say 
about black men. don't we?

"Ok. It's 30 for a fuck. So." I pause coyly before 
adding, "Do you want to ride me, eh, babes?"

"Fuck yeah! You got a swing like a pendulum honey and 
I'm gonna screw you hard."

"Wow! My kinda man," I say, trying to put on an 
impressive voice but shit, how many times does a 
fucking hooker hear that? BORING!

"Well. hop in then!"

I take a long hard drag of my cigarette before throwing 
the butt out onto the street as I saunter around the 
front of the car to the passengers side. Getting in the 
car, I ask for my money before pulling my door closed. 
He hands me the cash and then asks "Where to then?". I 
put the cash in my bag, look in the mirror and gently 
fluff up my back combed blonde hair, chewing on that 
great wad of gum as I do so. My leather skirt creaks on 
my seat in a sexy kinda way as I move. 

"There's a good car park we can use. It's not that far 
away. We can fuck there, ok?"

"Sure."

"By the way honey, what's your name?"

"Alan. My name's Alan. What's yours incidentally?"

"Samantha. But you can call me anything you want when 
you're "doing" me. The filthier the better actually."

I let the words trail off as I could see that he was 
looking very intrigued . Good. I gave him directions to 
the spot and he drove up to a dark patch in the corner 
before coming to a stop and switching off his 
headlights. He then reached up and flicked on the inner 
light. I looked in the rear-view mirror. I shocked 
myself! 

I looked wild. Like a cock-hound. My eyes caked in 
purple eye shadow, thick black mascara and heavy black 
eyeliner made me look like a complete hardcore slut 
eager to be reamed out by lots of cocks. Shit, I 
thought to myself, I look like I feel and I began to 
feel wet!

"Ok Samantha you little slut. Get your fucking ass in 
that back seat and pull your skirt up."

"Ok hon," I hissed sensually back. 

I poured myself into the backseat and pulled up my 
skirt, revealing an eager beaver ready to be poked. 

"Shit you slut! You ain't even wearing panties."

Hooking rule #2 anything that gets in the way of cock 
is just wasting time.

"Comes with the territory lover."

Alan crawls over the seat to my awaiting open thighs. 
The bulge in his jeans begins to throb. He quickly 
unbuttons his jeans and out his swollen member pops. 
With eyes of lust I gaze at this wondrous sight. Lost 
in my thoughts I'm suddenly brought back to reality by 
the feeling of a large cock-head pressing on my 
vagina's entrance. I push him back. 

"Hey not so fuckin' fast! Let me put on your seal of 
approval."

I reach into my handbag and produce a condom. I smile 
and then look at Alan. I then look down towards Alan's 
cock and wow, does it look good! The smile on my face 
begins to grow ever larger!

I reach forward with my hand and gently stroke his 
member with my hand. My purple nail varnish goes well 
with his swollen black member which throbs into action. 
I take the wrapper off of the condom and place it 
seductively into my mouth. I smile. Alan grins an inane 
grin. 

I gently pull Alan towards me so that the tip of his 
penis is only an inch or so away from my face. In a 
slow seductive way I open my mouth and slide his penis 
in between my moist purple painted lips, slipping the 
thin membrane over the tip and roll it down towards the 
root. 

His cock must be about eight inches long and surely one 
of the thickest that I've had between my lips for quite 
some time. For a split second I hesitate. I'm caught up 
in deciding whether to have his male portion in my 
pouting mouth and spending yummy cum in there or having 
his meat elsewhere. The feelings of longing in a more 
southerly direction dictate what course of action I 
decide to take. 

"OK hon. I'm ready. Stick in it."

"You don't have to tell me twice, you bitch."

And with that Alan slowly lowers himself on top of me, 
slowly, gently his arched back begins to push his cock 
tip into my well lubricated musky cave. He began to 
pump away at my loins, his ball sac gently swinging 
away and tapping away at my groin. This is nice, I 
think to myself, but nice isn't what hookers want. 

"Fuck me harder."

"Harder! C'mon, harder!"

Alan responds by upping his work rate, pushing himself 
all the way in up to his root. I'm beginning to feel 
flushed and slightly breathless. Alan notices and 
smiles. 

"I hope you're feeling that you slut."

"Yes. Make your slut cum," I say, sounding like I'd 
just run up to the shops. 

"Pound my whore pussy."

I had ten minutes of seriously deep and hard thrusting 
from Alan. He gave me a love bite and continued to call 
me all sorts of names; "cum slut", "fuck bucket", "one 
woman sperm bank" and "cock hound" and the like. I was 
really turned on. I responded to his thrusting by up 
thrusting myself. We were rooting away hard and fast. 
When I felt he was ready to blow, I tightened my grip 
on his meat with my pelvic muscles and made his shoot 
his male joy juice towards home. I wanted to make sure 
that I got repeat business off of this guy. 

"That was really good Sam. " he say as he started to 
get himself straightened up. He was just starting to 
pull the condom off of his prick when I shouted out. 

"Don't do that. Can I have it?"

"What? "What, like some sort of prize?"

"Yeah... well, sort of."

"Ok bitch, take it off then."

I rolled his heavily seeded condom off of his cock and 
tied a knot in it, preserving the cum contained within 
it. With that I put it in my handbag. 

Pulling my micro skirt back down to it's usual level I 
was made fully aware of my role in life from the scent 
of womanly pleasure coming from my pussy. I smell like 
a fuck toy. Hell, I WAS a fuck toy!

I slide back into the passenger's seat and begin to 
rearrange myself into something that's more akin to 
normalness rather than this freshly fucked look that I 
currently sport. 

Looking in the rear view mirror I gently fluff my hair 
up again, giving it a bit of a bounce and take my 
lipstick from my handbag and reapply it. Punters like 
that. I don't know why. Once that's finished I pour on 
my lip gloss and apply some more perfume, asking first 
so as not to draw attention to my trick's behavior as, 
well, who knows? He might have a wife or whatever. He 
gives me the nod and I apply my 'Poison'. I ask him 
again if he minds if I smoke. 

"Sure honey."

Drawing a cigarette from my packet, I slowly place it 
between my lips and flip open my lighter and place the 
flame close to the tip. Snapping the lighter's lid shut 
I deeply inhale as I put it back into my bag. I feel a 
smile grow on the inside as I think to myself ' . this 
is the way to do it, smoke after sex. ". I pull the 
cigarette from my lips and say to my punter, in a cloud 
of smoke. 

"Alan, you're a fuckin' babe. That was really great. I 
enjoyed that. Thank you."

"No probs."

"I really do hope that we'll do business again soon, 
y'know?"

"Hopefully."

"Great!"

And with that I kissed him tenderly on the cheek. 

Hooking rule #3 Treat the punter like a prince and 
he'll always come back.

Alan then starts up the car and reverses out of the car 
park and drives me back to my pickup spot. Getting out 
and thanking him I notice that there really isn't much 
action around. I slam the door shut and think to myself 
that maybe I'll call it a night - Geez, it's only 
11:30!

It only takes a few minutes to get back home as I live 
right in the middle of the red-light area. I live for 
sex and money and I think, fuck it, why not be 
surrounded by it. Makes sense to me. 

I get in and lock the door behind me and walk into the 
living room, throwing my keys onto the settee. The 
cigarette stays between my lips as I head towards the 
kitchen, stopping at the fridge to get a can of larger. 
I clink open the can and head back to the living room. 
'I can't believe I've only been fucked 7 times tonight. 
That's shit" I think to myself as I settle down on one 
of the chairs, stooping forward only to get an ashtray. 
I grind the cigarette out and take a long hard swallow 
from the cold can. Tastes good. 

I gaze at the cigarette gently smoldering out in the 
ashtray and find myself lost in thought. Thoughts of my 
past and how a silly thing like a cigarette started my 
career off all those years ago. 

**

It's summer, 1979, when I found out that my mum was a 
prostitute. I was only nine then. Young and innocent. I 
was one of the 'original' latch door children. Whereas 
other mothers took their children to and from school, 
my mum, Sue, felt that it was safe enough for me to get 
back on my own. Sheffield might have been a little 
rough but not bad. Back then, of course, there wasn't 
anything like the violence that there is these days and 
I did have some street smarts, even back then. 

Sue was a street prostitute and really looked the part, 
like a bit part player in a 'Starky & Hutch' television 
show. She really didn't care what other people thought 
of her. Working the streets meant sex in cars, in car 
parks, in fields and alley ways but she also used to 
bring her punters back home and use her own bed. 

Many times I'd come home to the sound of banging on the 
ceiling and moans coming from an upstairs direction. I 
didn't usually bother to find out what was going on 
'cos, well, that was normal in our house. But one day I 
decided to look. 

I quietly crept upstairs, taking off my shoes first so 
as not to make a noise. Sue's bedroom door was very 
slightly open and I remember still to this day peeking 
thru the crack and watching my mum 'doing' a punter. 
They were lying on top of the bed, not in it, so I got 
an excellent view of the proceedings; Sue with her legs 
spread wide apart, bent at the knees, with this bloke 
who was a little bit porky and, I suppose, in his 30's, 
pushing himself in an out of her. It was spell 
bounding. She was gently purring away while he was 
huffing and puffing and mumbling something under his 
breath. After a short while he stopped and said, "Ok 
bitch, you on top now."

And with that they switched places and mum lowered 
herself on top of his throbbing penis (the first cock I 
ever did see!). She asked him if he minded if she 
smoked and he okayed that and so she lit up, blew some 
smoke out of the side of her mouth and looked towards 
the door. I felt her eyes on me as she turned her head, 
put the fag back in her mouth and thrust away at him 
like a mad woman. 

Sue was a blur of blonde hair, red lips, cigarette 
smoke and red basque as she rode him for all she was 
worth. Some five minutes or so of heavy thrusting later 
she held still whilst he spasmed to a halt. She then 
got off and I quickly tip toed down stairs into the 
living room, trying to pretend to do my usual routing 
whilst thinking back in awe on this sight that I'd just 
seen. 

Ten minutes or so later I heard footsteps down the 
stairs and voices in the front room. Then, after a 
brief moment, the door shutting and mum coming back 
into the living room. Per usual for her she looked 
sexy. With her low-cut fluffy white jumper, her red 
leather mini skirt, black fishnets and black stilettos 
she was a sight to behold. On top of this was a 
multitude of gold and silver in the form of rings, 
bangles, earrings, pendants and necklaces. 

"So now you know what your mum does for a living, Sam," 
Sue said matter-of-factly. 

I started to stammer, then blush and made the mistake 
of saying, "Sorry, I don't know what you mean mum". She 
knew I was lying. It was written all over my sweet and 
innocent young face. 

"Oh come now, Samantha. I saw you looking. I don't mind 
you looking, you know. You saw me having sex with that 
bloke. That 'punter'."

"Erhhh, yes I suppose I did."

And from there Sue gave me this big lecture on her 
being a prostitute ; what it was, what she did, how 
often, for how much and why she did it. "Wow!" I 
thought to myself. I couldn't believe that a) we were 
having this conversation and b) that this is what she 
did for a living!

Sue reached towards the coffee table and picked up her 
cigarettes and lighter. She drew one from the packet 
and lit it, deeply inhaling before pulling it out of 
her mouth. She seemed to be waiting for a reply but got 
none. She took another drag. Again nothing. Then 
another. I was mesmerized by it all ;how she looked, 
how she acted but most importantly at that time, how 
she smoked. She smoked in such a glamorous way, like 
some kind of Hollywood starlet. I was transfixed!

Sensing this she asked, "Do you want a cigarette, 
Samantha?"

"Erhhh," I feebly muttered, glowing scarlet in the 
process ;smoking I knew was an 'adult' thing and I 
wasn't an adult yet. Maybe this was some kind of trick. 

"Look, I started smoking when I was 12. That's not much 
older than you are now and if you want to have a 
cigarette then I'll let you have a cigarette. It's up 
to you, Sam."

Feeling safer I accepted and Sue taught me how to 
smoke. On my first attempt I coughed and spluttered but 
after some excellent coaching from mum I got the hang 
of it. I felt like it made me more of a woman and got 
me closer to mum. 

From then on I was smoking 2 cigarettes a day and I 
felt just like a really cool woman. After this thing 
went normal for a few years ; I'd be smoking so that 
was cool and I'd get to watch my mum turn tricks. 
Sometimes I even followed her outside and watch her 
pull. That was sooooo cool! I'd watch her stoop at car 
widows, ask for business and then watch her take her 
current punters home. Since we were only 5 minutes or 
so walk away from the local "business street" it was ok 
to come back in the house and watch then hump. 

1982. I was 12 and developing really well. Puberty was 
kind to me. My breasts began to mould to a nice shape 
and size and like all young girls, I started thinking 
about sex. Or lust. Being sneaky I would "borrow" some 
of Sue's hooking gear and put it on. With the aid of 
some hairspray and a bit of backcombing of sorts, my 
hair would be a little bit more "bouffant" and I'd look 
more the part. Stealing her jewelry and lipstick and 
putting them on I found that I was more or less 
complete; out goes Sam the schoolgirl and in comes 
Samantha the streetwalker!

My alter ago gave me a new sense of life. For once I 
began to feel whole. I would "transform" myself in my 
bedroom where I had a full-length mirror. I'd also 
steal a packet of cigarettes from Sue as she always 
left packets around and I was sure that she wouldn't 
miss one. Meanwhile mum thought that I was bored of 
watching her, which I suppose was right in a way ; now 
the plan was to "act" like my mum and look like her 
too!

So Samantha the streetwalker was born! Dressed to 
thrill in a low-cut red clingy top, red leather mini 
skirt and matching belt and 4-inch heels with black 
fishnets on. Topping off this ensemble with gold rings, 
bracelets and necklaces of the chunky variety, I looked 
hot. With everything in place I used to strut around my 
bedroom for hours on end, wiggling my ass as I went, 
stop at the mirror, do the hooker stoop and from my 
pillar box red lips with a lit cigarette dangling from 
the corner of my mouth try out the following phrases 
that I had heard mum say in a seductive voice. 

"You looking for a good time, babe?"

"Looking for business love?"

"Do you want a date?"

"Looking for some action?"

"Want a piece of me?"

Etcetera, etcetera. My fav and mum's usual was the 
second one. 

Anyway, this sort of thing progressed for quite some 
time. Mum had probably thought that I had gone off the 
boil and was up to other things. Soon though, this 
wasn't enough for me. As I began to develop sexually so 
did my sexual feelings and my needs to fulfill myself 
sexually arose. Consequently I found myself 
masturbating when I was in my "hooker" role, 
visualizing fucking blokes for money. It sure made me 
horny! The more often I played my new "role" the harder 
I found it to revert back to plain old Sam again. 
"Samantha the streetwalker" was taking over my life. 

It had to happen I suppose. In my 13th year on the 
planet and playing "Samantha", Sue finally caught me. I 
had done the whole chatting up act, the walking with a 
wiggle, the stoop, the smoking sexily stuff and was 
masturbating myself to a climax. When I 'came' I heard 
a voice from behind me say. 

"Wow, Samantha, that was very impressive!"

I blushed and began to feel like I was choking. "Err, 
mum I..." was all I could mutter before I started to 
shake. 

"Don't be ashamed, I'm sorry for creeping up on you."

"OH! How much did you see?"

"All of it baby, How long have you been acting like 
me?"

"A-a year."

"I feel very proud Sam. You look really gorgeous in 
those clothes and that makeup 'an all."

"T-Thanks."

"But why do you want to pretend to be a prostitute?"

"Because of you."

"Do you want to do it?"

I began to feel nervous again. Another trap perhaps? I 
don't know. I sure wanted to try it out and it looked 
as though my mum was giving me the, pardon the pun, 
'red light' to try out. 

"Maybe." was my final answer. 

"Look, if you want to, you can try it. I don't mind. 
It's your choice Samantha," the words trailed off. 

"And if you don't like it then, well, you can just 
'play', ok? If you do like it then. it's up to you. 
Either way I won't hold anything against you. Ok, hun?"

I nodded. 

"Good. Day one for you starts tomorrow night. Don't 
worry."

Good god, what was I letting myself in for?

The night went quickly and the next day arrived. Time 
to go to school. I got ready as normal and nothing was 
said at all about the previous nights agreement. I was 
too afraid to know what might happen and consequently 
said nothing. 'What is happening?' I thought to myself. 
Nothing out of the ordinary was going down. That was 
until just as I was leaving. Sue beckoned me over and 
gave me a tablet to take. "You better take this. " she 
said and so I did. "Now you're on the pill." Gee, 
thanks mum. 

School went by so slowly. I didn't take anything in and 
I really didn't want to be there. Finally, the bell 
went and it was home time. Thank god. 

Getting home I entered as usual to the sounds of moans 
and groans from upstairs. Mum was obviously in 
'working'. I went about and did my usual things. I 
didn't feel the need to be "Samantha the streetwalker" 
so I made myself a sandwich and a drink and sat in the 
living room to eat. 

Sue came back downstairs after 20 minutes, complete 
with a freshly fucked look, and a lit up cigarette. 

"Sam, before we start I want to know if this is what 
you really want to try. Do you?"

"Yes mum."

"Good. Ok, right tonight we are just going to look over 
things. Nothing big ok?"

"Yes."

And with that we discussed the tablet that I had taken 
earlier and when I had my last, or first if you look at 
it that way, two periods. We made a rough guide of when 
my next one would be, in about 5 days time. Sue then 
asked me how long they lasted which was easy, 2 days 
and so we decided that from a week tomorrow I would 
make my entrance as a trainee prostitute. 

The next night mum picked me up from school to take me 
to the jewelers to have my ears triple pierced. They 
first said that they wouldn't do it so my mum gave them 
an extra 10 and they agreed. It really hurt and made me 
cry. Sue comforted me as she told me that hookers have 
to look good and all the ones she knows have their ears 
pierced many times. 

"The pain will go Sam and you'll be glad that you've 
had them done in time," she said. 

The next day was for my wardrobe. Sue gave me a couple 
of pairs of her mini skirts (red and black leather), a 
couple of vest tops in silk (red and white), bras, 
fishnet stockings, suspender belts, tight jumpers (red, 
black and white again), and her 4" heeled red stiletto 
shoes. 

"Sam you'll look really trashy in these."

As I modeled all the various combinations, Sue nodded 
with approval, seeming to glow with pride. 

For the remainder of the week we talked about sex and 
Sue showed me in great detail what each position was. 
Cool! We also spent quite a while discussing makeup and 
trying it on. Whilst mum was sitting beside me at the 
vanity mirror applying her makeup, I was trying to put 
on mine. I seemed ok with cover stick, foundation and 
powder but mum always chastised me over my use of eye 
makeup, lipstick and blusher. 

"Sam, blend the shadows. Think sexy grey, sultry eyes, 
bimbos."

"More eyeliner Sam. You're supposed to be a prostitute 
not a nice girl. Think Panda eyes."

"More mascara. Flick those lashes. I want to see them 
thick and black."

"Use a lip pencil. and use lip gloss. It looks like 
you've got cum on your lips if you do."

"More blusher, you're a slut, remember?"

The more mistakes I made the more I was made to correct 
them. I remember thinking, "Gee, it's hard being a 
prostitute," but by the end of the week I was 
comfortable and quick in applying my new look. 
Throughout the entire week I had taken the tablets and 
was slowly let in on what was to happen to me on my big 
day. 

Then the big day arrived!

Mum ran me a bath with bubbles in it and I bathed 
myself. Getting out I stepped into my robe and walked 
along to my bedroom across the hall. On the bed Sue had 
hand picked my ensemble in which I would start my 
career as "Samantha the streetwalker" the red shoes, 
black fishnets, bra and suspender belt, red mini and 
vest. I lovingly and delicately put my underwear on, 
caressing my body as I did so. Mum smiles and says, 
"Hold on, I've got some things for you."

Coming back from her bedroom she brought her box of 
jewelry and two strange objects. "What are they?" I 
asked as she was putting them inside my bra. "They're 
called 'breast-forms'. They're supposed to look like 
the real thing and give girls a bigger cleavage. Look, 
they are very realistic." I looked down. Yup, she was 
right, they were. Now I looked a little older. 

Pulling on the skintight top clothes I looked in the 
mirror. "Looking good girl," I thought to myself. 

"Right, sit down."

I sat down and Sue opened up her jewelry box. She gave 
me three chunky gold necklaces, of varying lengths, to 
put on. Which I did. Next came bangles. Three gold 
bangles of varying thickness adorned each wrist. 
Undoing the studs in my ears which hurt, Sue put small 
red stoned studs in the top two holes of each ear and 
put massive gold hoops in the bottom lobes. Fuck they 
were heavy!

The rings came next. Chunky gold coin rings adorned 
four of my fingers on my hands with red dress rings and 
an engagement ring filling up the others. Then to cap 
it all off, an ankle chain was put on my left ankle. 
Cool. 

"Now, Samantha, you look like a well experienced 
prostitute. Next we'll have to make you look like 
you'll be a 'well used' one!"

As my hair was still wet and rather long, mum decided 
to put it up in rollers and dry it, making it more 
curly. It was nice I suppose. But then with the aid of 
some very strong hairspray and a good afro comb, my 
hair was primed, teased and pulled into a very bouffant 
style. COOL! I looked in the mirror. I noticed that I 
sort of looked like my mum. 

Next was the makeup. After all the trials and 
tribulations this last week I was at least able to put 
on my makeup right. Or so I thought. My hand started to 
tremble a little as I applied my eyeliner. I paused and 
took a deep breathe. That was better. I continued. When 
I was finished I looked in the big mirror and gulped. 
Wow, that woman looks sexy! Shit! That woman was me! I 
stood up and caught Sue's loving smile. "Sam, I'm 
really proud of you. You look like you've been 'round 
the block for a good few years at least."

She was right. I looked at least 18. 

"Right now, the finishing touches." said Sue quickly 
getting some very cheap perfume off the dresser and 
liberally dousing me all over with it. 

"There. You look cheap. You smell cheap and now you'll 
have to act cheap, ok hun?"

"Yes mum."

"Listen, don't call me mum. You're a friend, not my 
daughter, right?"

"Ok Sue."

I took a cigarette from mum's packet and lit it. 
Glancing in the mirror I thought to myself that this 
was it. I inhaled deeply to calm myself down. There was 
a knock at the door. 

"Right show time Samantha. You're punters are here."

"P-Punters?"

"Yeah. I lined you up with three. That ok?"

"Err, I suppose so," my voice trailed off. 

"I have every faith in you, besides you're a whore not 
a good girl. Pro's don't go with just one punter you 
know. You need more than one to be a prostitute. You do 
want to 'be' a prostitute like your mum, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Well, let's go. By the way, it's 20 for a fuck and 15 
for a blow job."

And with that she went downstairs to open the front 
door. 

I quickly assumed my position, sitting delicately on 
the edge of the bed with my skirt, short as it was, 
pulled up ever so slightly so as to see my stocking 
tops and my left leg draped over my right. Smoking very 
seductively I felt and probably looked like a well used 
hooker. 

I soon heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I gathered 
my composure and took another drag of my cigarette. The 
man was at my door. 

"So you're Samantha, eh?"

"Yes and it's 20 for a fuck or 15..."

"Yeah, yeah I know. Sue told me already."

I took another drag and said "Ok, just leave the money 
on the dressing table then." in a plume of smoke. I 
could see his eyes aglow with lust. Mum had taught me 
well. 

This, my first 'punter' look quite alright. He was 
blonde with blue eyes and quite tallish for a man. Not 
massive but big. He must have been on the other side of 
his 30's at least but, he'll do for my first. 

"Ok then, show me your pussy."

"Money first hun, a girl's gotta live y'know?"

He quickly threw down two 10's on the dresser and 
walked back to the foot of the bed. 

I stood up and put the cigarette between my lips, 
letting it dangle precariously as I seductively raised 
my short skirt to reveal my womanhood. "You like?" I 
said. He nodded. I was slowly let on to the fact that I 
began to get moist in my pussy. I wondered if he 
noticed? I flipped my cigarette out in the ashtray on 
the bedside table and pushed myself up the bed, pulling 
my skirt up high as I did so. My mound was on display 
and my pussy ready for humping. 

My 'date' pulled off his shoes and unzipped his 
trousers, lowering them to the floor. Pulling off his 
pants his pulsating member was aching for my glory 
hole. He quickly lowered himself on top of me, stopping 
only to direct his regular sized cock into my vagina 
with his left hand. Pretty soon he was in up to his 
root. It hurt a little and I moaned slightly in 
displeasure. Obviously I wasn't moist enough!

"Geez, you're tight. I bet you're feeling that, eh, 
Samantha?"

I moaned again and as his eyes met mine I nodded, 
grimacing slightly as I did so. He slowly stated to 
arch his back, pulling his penis out of me slightly 
before slowly pushing back in. In slow rhythm he did 
this for a few minutes, enough time to feel the aching 
in my groin turn to a tingling sensation, his ball sac 
gently tapping away at my groin. I was getting 
lubricated with my own juices and felt pleasure. He 
upped the pace and I began to flush. 'So this is 
fucking' I thought to myself and he was quickly away, 
ramming into me full hilt. He was hard and I was now 
thoroughly horny!

"Keep going, keep going."

He kept going alright, moaning and huffing as our 
groins bashed away at each other. I heard myself 
whimper, quietly at first but soon growing louder and 
louder and with more passion. God, I can't take much 
more of this. I caressed his T-shirt covered back with 
my fingers which, time and again, worked their way down 
to his buttocks and back again. I soon began to thrust 
back at him, in between his down thrusts. 

After some 10 minutes or so of heavy thrusting and lots 
of moans and groans from all directions, I felt him 
tense up and grab my hips which was followed by his 
sperm doing a quick redecoration job of my womb 
entrance. He'd cum. He lay inside me for a few seconds 
before pulling out and getting off of my now sweaty 
body. I let out a deep sigh. 

"You like that?"

"Yeah, that was great. Hope we'll do it again sometime 
soon, eh?"

"Whatever."

Pulling his pants and his trousers back on he said 
"Thanks for that. " before putting on his shoes and 
after straightening himself up he just walked out the 
door. 

'Sam, you're a fully fledged prostitute now' I thought 
to myself, chuffed with a job well done. I sat up and 
noticed the sperm that was so soon deposited inside me 
finding it's way back out again. I stood up and pulled 
my skirt back down with a wiggle of my hips and cum 
trickling down my thighs. 

I quickly assumed my position again, sitting sexily on 
the edge of the bed, stockings again on show and re-lit 
my cigarette. Deeply inhaling, my next punter emerged. 

"Hi Samantha."

"Hiya love. Put your money on the dresser and let's 
go."

I took another drag. Shit! Did I just say that? At only 
13? God, that sounds just like what a well used pro 
would say! Fuck I've turned into a seasoned hooker in 
only a matter of minutes. and one good fuck session!

Punter # 2 was well tasty; must have been in his mid 
twenties and had short black hair, drop dead gorgeous 
and of quite athletic build. I think I'd have done him 
for free. He took his time in taking off his T-shirt 
and jeans, folding them up and putting them on a nearby 
chair so I had plenty of time to finish off this 
cigarette, thank fuck!

Whilst he was taking care of his clothes he asked me 
questions. Y'know, the usual ; how old are you, how 
long have you done it etc. The usual shit. I lied 
through my teeth. I told him I was 18 and doing it 
since I was 13, making me out as having a season ticket 
on punter cock. He bought it!

Same as the other guy, I pulled up my skirt and opened 
my legs and same as the other guy he gently eased 
himself into me. 

"You don't have to be so gentle, y'know," I said with a 
grin. He mirrored my smile as he pushed all the way 
into my musky cock cave. I was well lubricated by now ; 
with my own juices and with the fresh, and first ever, 
deposit of sperm in my entrance. His cock was also 
bigger; I could feel it lining my vagina walls. It took 
my breathe away. 

"You've got some tight muscles down below haven't you 
babes?"

"Training, love."

Pumping away at me hard I was going wild. I haphazardly 
managed to get my legs and wrap them around his neck, 
pulling him down onto me, my red stilettos caressing 
his back. He kissed my neck and then my breasts, 
squeezing them tightly with each hand. Caressing me, 
stroking me. Sending my passions higher. 

Once again my moaning started. Quietly then louder. 
Soon I was wailing like a bitch in heat. My vagina was 
aflame and it needed a release. 

"Harder, harder! Fuck me harder!!" I screamed with joy, 
oblivious to my surroundings or the other punter 
waiting to get inside me downstairs. 

More hard thrusting followed. Soon afterwards, just 
like the first, he straightened up and shot his load up 
me. I felt the heat from his emission. It felt good. 
After a few spurts he was spent. Seconds later I came 
myself. I shuddered myself to a halt. Wow!

I removed my tired legs from his neck and he pulled 
himself out of my cum hole. Lying on his side beside me 
he gently stroked my face and said, "Are you going to 
be around here for long?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked. 

"Because I think I want you on a regular basis." I 
smiled. Then... silence. 

"Do I need to make a booking?" he asked.

"No, you'll find me working the streets." God, what was 
I thinking? Now I'm a regular of the 'red light' 
neighborhood!

"Cool," he said as he got up off the bed and proceeded 
to get dressed. "Sam, that was really great. Where have 
you been all my life?" he said, half jokingly. 

"Oh, around," I answered. 

Once he was dressed he came over and kissed me on the 
cheek and whispered a loving "Thank you," into my ear. 
Then he left. 

'God, I need a cigarette," I thought to myself. I was 
very tired. Tired but excited, like when you've done 
something exhilarating ;a proud achievement. Which, I 
suppose you could say that I had done - got two blokes 
rocks off in the space of twenty minutes or so and paid 
well for it. What else was there in life?

I reached over to the table and took a cigarette from 
the packet. Lighting it up I inhaled long and slow, 
drawing in the smoke and held it in my mouth. Drawing 
the cigarette from my lips I exhaled a thick plume of 
smoke high into the air where it swirled around the 
ceiling of my bedroom before slowly drifting off into 
the night. 

Footsteps running up the stairs signaled punter #3. 
Time to fuck again! I quickly pulled myself to the edge 
of the bed and straightened myself up. Even so I as I 
glance over to the mirror I still looked like a fuck 
bucket. I put the cigarette back between my lips, 
dangling from the corner of my mouth in an effort to 
make me look like a nasty slut; I think it worked.

"Samantha, I've got 20 so let's fuck."

Wow, straight to the point! "Ok then love, money on the 
table," I said, turning around and taking my cigarette 
out of my mouth, ready to stub it out. 

"No! No! Don't do that! You can smoke as I fuck you 
doggie style. Get on the floor on all four's."

"Ok then."

I assumed the position; skirt up, bum up, legs bent and 
head down. The cum of my first two punters ran down my 
legs, catching the harsh light of electric bulb 
overhead. Without warning I was violently invaded by a 
hard rod of cock. It felt good. I was well lubed up so 
I took it without a whimper. Hands grabbed my hips, 
clawing at my skirt as my pussy was getting the 
pounding of it's life!

"C'mon, lay you bitch lay," he grunted as he banged 
away at my loins. At times I felt unsteady and had to 
re position my hands to maintain my balance. This was a 
lot harder than screwing on the bed. For one I didn't 
have no support. I kept thinking that he must have some 
size on down below because my pussy was becoming well 
stretched and it hurt more him pushing inside me. 

With the cigarette dangling from my pillar box red lips 
I didn't look the most graceful of creatures and most 
certainly didn't sound it; moans and the sound of my 
gold bangles clanking, crashing into one another, 
filled my boudoir of sin. I felt sleazy and I felt at 
home there. 

Pretty soon he shuddered to a halt as his sperm erupted 
into my milking hole, the final corrupting nail in my 
coffin of innocence ; I was no longer a child but a 
woman. The seed had been sown of my ever attaining 
grace. I had the taste for it now, prostitution was to 
be my savior, my jesus, my religion. I had found 
myself. 

Pulling himself out he quickly got to his feet and 
dressed himself. I felt like shit getting to my feet. 
It took time. Semen ran down my inner thighs like a 
spring. Pulling my skirt back down to it's normal level 
I smirked at the irony ; a whore trying to be lady-
like? Ha! So there I was smirking to four empty walls. 
My punter had gone and all I had was the 60 on my 
dressing table, and my memories, for what? 30-35 
minutes work?

How long was I there silently looking into space I 
don't know but soon my ears pricked up to the sound of 
footsteps running up the stairs. But wait, I'd done 
three. Surely Sue hadn't got more for me?

She hadn't. Instead it was her running up the stairs to 
tell me the good news. She had a smile on her face that 
wouldn't stop. Nearly close to tears she said, "Oh 
Samantha, I'm really proud of you. They all liked you 
and wanted to see you again. That's fantastic! I 
couldn't believe all the sounds that I had heard from 
your sessions. You sounded so natural. Did you enjoy 
it?"

"Oh yeah. I never thought sex was like that mum."

"I know, that's the reason that I do it; the sex. So, 
do you know the question that I'd like to ask you?"

"Erhhhh, is it 'would I like to be a prostitute'?"

"Yes. so..."

I paused before answering, yes. The smile returned to 
my mum's face. "Good," she said grabbing my arm, "Well 
let's pull some punters then!"

"W-What?" I asked worriedly. 

"It's time to start your induction into our glorious 
'red light' area."

"Bu-But I'm not ready for that. I've got all this cum 
down my legs!" I cried. 

"That's prostitution. Besides, the punters love having 
some slut that's just been fucked. You'll be alright. "

"Ok then," I reluctantly answered as Sue was reapplying 
her lipstick then teasing up her hair. "Go get your 
handbag and cigarettes and lets paint the town red". I 
picked up my bag, a tacky red one, and reached over to 
the table to collect my cigarettes and lighter. Putting 
them in my bag, Sue took my hand and led my downstairs. 
Collecting her house keys we left, locking the front 
door behind us, ready to pull and fuck anything that 
came our way.

END for now...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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