Friend to Whore

"Fuck yeah, whore, take my cum!"

You **** your mind back to the present as the fat guy empties himself into your ass.

It's been five years since that night you woke up together with Bob. You were now a whore - literally. It had started innocently enough, with Jack occasionally calling you for a hook up. Then he had suggested his friends Eric and Chad. You hadn't thought anything of it, and besides, you were way too horny to refuse a good cock. It wasn't until later that you found out Bob was charging them a hundred bucks per fuck.

You were mad enough to confront Bob about it, but he knew you had ****. 'What else are you gonna do with your life - there's nothing else you're good at', he had said.

Soon he had you fucking strangers, and though you were shy at first you quickly grew to love it. As you grew more experienced, he doubled your rates. By now you could tell what your customers wanted just by their body language. Some were hard working guys who just wanted stress relief, others horny men who wanted a long fuck, and others still lonely wimps who just wanted someone to talk to. You could please each of them perfectly, and boy did they please you.

So when Bob found himself a girlfriend, you weren't even mad. On the contrary you were happy, as he let you keep 70% of your earnings as a sort of hush money. 'Beatrice can't find out.'

But now you were growing older, and you just weren't having as much fun anymore. You wanted to do something with your life, but you weren't sure what you could. You definitely didn't want to go back to being a boy again. Man, that life was so hard!

One idea you were flicking though your mind was one of your customers, Ryan, who was much more intimate than the others. Not only did he invite you to actual dinner dates, but he also paid triple just so you could stay with him after sex. You felt bad for the loser and stopped taking his money after the third time, but you couldn't deny that there was some connection forming between the both of you. He might just be my ticket out of this life.

"Oh fuck, how does a whore keep her ass so tight?" The fat guy wonders as you clean up, bringing you out of your reverie once more.

You give him a quick kiss (you found that it helps in terms of customer loyalty) as you accept his generous tip and walk out the door. You glance at your phone and sigh - your next customer is in an hour.

Contributing author's note: I'd like to thank everyone for reading my xpack. I know it's a bit rough, but I knew that for my first attempt at writing it had to be this story that I would expand upon. This story, which had so accurately revived my unfulfilled real life fantasies.

I'd like to thank boywearspanties for doing so, knight26 for approving my work, and most of all everyone who viewed and liked the chapters as I dropped them. If it weren't for you, I'd have given up halfway.

I'd also like to shout out Fenoxo's excellent chyoa game 'Corruption of Champions', which not only helped me explore my sexuality, but also was a huge influence on my work. (Especially the character Kelt).

I hope this message doesn't make me sound like some sort of jerk-off, but this story was really important to me, so I felt like I had to leave something at the end.