Changes at home

The next day Robert and Sarah paid their motel bill. Gary gave them a reduced rate after Robert sucked his cock and Sarah let him fuck her in the ass.

The drive home was quiet. Each with their own thoughts. Both were thinking of cocks.

Back at home, they barely spoke to each other. They weren't angry at each other. They merely lost interest.

Sarah didn't waster any time. She scheduled a boob job for the very next weekend. Instead of a Double D, she decided on a triple D. That would really impress Moose she hoped.

Robert took the day off to drop Sarah off and picked her up that night. He was not surprised that her increased breast size did not interest him.

Although she needed at least four weeks to recover, Sarah returned to work after a week. Every one at the library was too aware of her new breast size but were also too reserved to say anything. Her clothes were a little more daring but she controlled her language.

She was asked to resigned before the end of the month. More than once she was caught "entertaining" a young man in the library aisle in the back. She sucked four young dicks. She ate an older woman's pussy. She had three new cocks fuck her. She was becoming very proficient at sex she felt.

When she left the library, she went home and packed up a few things. She drove her car to the bar she met Moose at. He wasn't there but Bertha was. At Bertha's suggestion, Sarah started working at the bar. She never missed at a chance to try out a new cock or pussy. After a week, she was an accomplished cocksucker and muff diver.

Also at Bertha's suggestion, she got some new clothes and a couple tattoos. Now sporting leather and an ace of spades tattoo, she considered bleaching her hair.

Bertha talked her out of it. She knew that Moose wanted the gray hair to attract perverts.

At the end of the second week, Moose showed up. By now, Sarah drank heavily, smoked cigarettes and weed. She enjoyed a little coke now and then. Every time she spoke, she said "fuck.” The words, cock, cunt, tits, cum, rolled off her tongue with ease.

Moose was pleased. Sarah was ready to let him pimp her out. He fucked her, of course. He fucked her hard and she loved it.

She lost count how many cocks had been inside her. She forgot her previous life. She could barely remember being married or working in a library. All she thought about was the next cock or pussy she could enjoy. When she thought about herself, she only saw herself as a cockwhore, cumslut, pussy hound. Her fucking skills improve dramatically. She could drain a cock in seconds. Her tongue could maneuver around a woman’s crotch and make her cum within two minutes. Bertha timed her.

Talking her into street walking was easy. Sarah was Moose's plaything. He said she'd make more money hooking then at the bar. Something in her mind found being a prostitute was a secret desire. Having men and women pay to fuck her turned her on. Plus Moose promised to fuck her every night.

A month after leaving the library, none of her co-workers would've recognized the coked out whore sucking and fucking every night. She still wore the glasses with the chain for her clients who liked it. But she didn’t need them to see the cocks and pussies shoved into her face. Her big tits flopped more. The drinking and coke added a few more pounds around her hips and tummy. Her hair was a little grayer. Her ass was flabbier. Her holes were loose, almost gaping now. Moose was pleased at the number of men and women who wanted to fuck someone that reminded them of their mom.

This was Sarah's life now and she felt at home.