Karen goes to America

A cheating wife wants to be a whore, and becomes more of one than she had hoped for. 75% true.

Karen was divorced by Gavin after twice being caught with another man. The first time, at a party, upstairs in a bedroom, claiming it was the drink and she thought it was him. He warned her, made her swear to be faithful in the future, and, sort of, forgave her. She was damn attractive after all. Tall, with a properly proportioned figure and still in her early thirties.

Five months later he found she had been reading stories online, about housewife prostitutes mostly. Alarm bells rang gently. Three weeks later he came home early, to catch her with an eighteen year old neighbour lad, in the marital bed. Divorce followed swiftly.

Karen has a cousin in the U.S. Jess, married to Gil. The two women had grown up close and been clubbing regulars back in the day. Both played around a lot, and when Jess married and went away they were online a lot of the time.

Gil encouraged his wife to slut it up now and then, he liked to watch and sometimes film the action, and Karen knew all about this. A few months of single life and Gil and Jess invited her to stay over for a while, she probably could use a break. It was arranged.

Meanwhile, Karen still read prostitute wife stories and wanted to try it out, even though she was now single again, the idea appealed and no one else would suffer.

Karen walked the streets of a nearby town one night, short black dress, heals, cleavage and nice make up. A light jacket kept an equally light breeze at bay. After twenty five minutes a car slowed as it passed her, then reappeared minutes later, slowed down and stopped beside her.

“Hello sexy, nothing to do?”

“Not really!”

“How about earning some cash then?”

Ten minutes later and Karen was behind an old factory, on the back seat of a car with the stranger who drove it, legs in the air and a pussy full of cock. With her dress off her shoulders her tits jiggled nicely as she took her first customer's performance. Her orgasm was real, but due as much to being a whore as to the man's performance.

Standing beside the car adjusting her clothes and cleaning up with a wet wipe, she failed to see the man climb over to the driver's seat and start the car. The doors were locked, she was confused for several seconds as she learned an important lesson. Get the money upfront.

She actually laughed at her own stupidity, being a whore was a job that needed concentration on more than just one thing.

Forty five minutes later, fifty pounds in her inside pocket, Karen was up against an alley wall with a tall, overweight fifty something that smelled of beer, as he finger fucked her with one hand and mauled her chest with the other. She almost came when a couple walked past the end of the alley, but they were looking where they were going.
Minutes later, while taking his greasy cock with her left leg wrapped around his arse, an older woman walked slowly by and saw them.

“Slut” she commented loud enough to be heard. “Dirty slut!” And kept moving. Karen loved it and had a small orgasm.

Soon, she was bent over a bin and fucked from behind until she took her second load of cum for the night. She thought, “Maybe condoms from now on!” as the guy had promised to pull out. This time her orgasm was faked. “All part of the job.” she thought.

Three days later and Karen was walking the street again, keen for more stranger cock. A long, silver saloon stopped and a smart dressed young man, about ten years her junior, asked if she was working.

This time there was at least a bed, in a flat above a shop, where the client lived with his friend. Karen was about to have her first threesome and made sure she got paid upfront. Friend was about the same age and looks as client, five foot ten, slim and fit, with short, tidy blond hair.

There was little finesse, Karen was asked to strip while the men did likewise. They talked to each other, but not Karen.

Client; “Wow, I made a good choice man, look at those tits, fucking awesome.”

Friend; “Love those legs, can't wait to fuck that face, and I just love a cunt with just a thin coat. Good whore man, good fucking whore.”

Karen was kind of turned on by this, it enhanced her experience of being an object, a toy for men. A worthless whore, if only she could work that much out for herself. As it was, her pussy was now quite wet. Client said;

“On your knees now, time to get some meat in that sexy mouth of yours.” As Karen knelt to fellate client, friend knelt behind her and applied his condom before pushing two fingers into her wet snatch. They met barely any resistance, Karen got wetter.

Client held Karen's face and began working all six inches into her hot mouth. He talked to his flat mate about how Karen compared to other whores they had had, rating her very good so far by her figure, face and skin tone. He liked her hair being two inches short of her shoulders, not in the way but enough to grab and control her with. He demonstrated.

“Mind if I go first mate, shame to keep a good cock waiting when there's a wet cunt going begging?” asked friend.

Karen's belly churned with delight at how they spoke of her, and she gasped as, following a nod from client, friend rammed his six and a half inches right the way in.

“Oh that's nice, warm and tight, how's the mouth?”

“Same, I may even shoot in it first time round, she'll swallow of course!” Client stated.

“Course she will.”

Karen had a small orgasm as she listened to the degrading talk.

Several minutes later and Karen did indeed swallow, a few shots of warm, thick cum, filling the back of her mouth and then sliding down her gullet. No problem. A hint of pineapple.

After friend had filled his condom, they all had a drink while the lads fondled and groped their whore.

“Are you sure we can't at least take a picture of your hot slut body, I promise to only show it to my mates at work and on line?” Asked friend. As it may affect her chances of a job, Karen insisted not.
Then it was time to fuck again.

Client took her missionary for a while, Friend commenting on her bouncing tits and her body in general. Karen looked athletic although her only exercise was walking and fucking.

Client then told his whore to kneel on all fours again, and the two men began a spit roast. Nearly fifteen minutes later and, with no warning, friend shot his cum into the back of Karen's throat and made her choke as she swallowed it. He held her head until his cock began to soften, giving her a hard time. This brought client to orgasm with several roars as he filled his condom.

Karen had enjoyed four cums in total, and loved the action. She still did not fully realise the degradation was a big part of the turn on.

Clearly, Karen would need a job soon, but after her holiday in the U.S. She had plenty of cash for now. She packed during the four days prior to flying, wanting to travel light, but with plenty of hot outfits as Jess had already confirmed they would be getting some cock during her stay. Also, as she had always fancied Gil...

After a couple of nights clubbing and fucking in alleys, Gil suggested he could help with the prostitution idea. He gave it some thought, and suggested being a lot lizard. He had to explain the idea of patrolling a truck parking lot, or, park, to Karen. Selling sex to sex starved truckers, even though they were not all fit and good looking. The following night, it was on.

Gil chose a truck stop a good distance away and they arrived just before dusk. The plan was to walk around the lot and see what drivers offered. First she was called over to a big cab, (All big to Brits.) and asked if she wanted company. Her white short sleeve blouse with no bra and hold up stockinged legs under a very short black skirt had got her noticed.

Having discussed prices she was soon in the cab blowing this guy from the passenger seat. Soon he was ready to fuck and got Karen to put one of the condoms she had on his average dick. Skirt off and blouse open, Karen lay on his bed and he licked her briefly, no doubt finding her wet after having fingered her, and then climbed on and fucked her while mouthing her tits.

Now real lizards may have to fake it but, Karen had a great come not long before he filled his condom. He said she was great to fuck and loved her English accent, from greater London, it sounds like she has no accent or dialect, but she sounds posh in the U.S..

Her next wave over was from a cab with no trailer and was a very perfunctory thing over quite soon. As she left the cab she was hailed to a black van by a large Ving Rhames look alike. She was nervous.

“What the fuck you doin' on my turf bitch? This is my truck stop.” She saw Gil hurrying over.

It turns out Ving, or Boss as he said to call him, ran the lizards on this site and someone had called him, another lizard. Gil thank fuck was switched on. He ran up and explained the situation and apologised for stepping on Boss's grass but they didn't know the rules and Karen was only in town for a few days etc.

Turns out Boss is an Anglophile and, for a pimp, a reasonable man. Karen could work for him until two a.m. Then report to him here at the van and he would take his money and her pussy before she left, and he had Gil's car details, just in case. She would give him her number so he could detail her to trucks, and then said he wanted pictures.

Why? To put on his site so Jon's could select her and Boss would send her over. So, beside the van, Karen had to remove her blouse, lift her skirt for a picture, then drop her high cut pants and bend over for another one, then take one leg from the pants, open her legs and finger herself for a third. Redressed, she was told to walk about and wait for a call. All Jon's to use condoms!

In four hours thirty minutes, Karen got six calls for eight cocks and had all eight up her hole and also swallowed three loads. Two used her arse before her hole. Many pictures were taken and she lost her pants somewhere. At one forty five she was told by Boss to go to the shower block and strip, shower and take any cock that walked in on her. She had to oblige. And no more condoms.

As Karen stood with both her hands high on the wall and enjoying the water running down her body, she nearly crapped herself when a pair of hands grabbed her waist and pulled her back a bit, sliding her hands lower down the wall before a large cock was thrust up her slit and someone gave her a bloody good fucking. Holding her tits or waist, he made her cum twice with his hard, deep thrusting before shooting his cum up her. She never even saw him.

Two more fucked her like this, the third one told her that was it, report to Boss. Naked. Carry her clothes which were thankfully still there with her phone and purse. It was cold and she was wet, outside as well as in, but she dried as best she could with the wipes in her bag.

There were few folks at this hour and only a few people saw her walk of shame. A couple of things were called out but she couldn't make out the words. Boss was beside the van, with the side door open. Business first the cash was handed over, he gave her $200 back as her cut, she had been an expensive English Princess.

“In the van. All fours.” Boss ordered sternly. There was a used mattress on the floor for her to kneel on. Boss took a moment to undress and followed woman in. He closed the door except for about a foot, and Gil took a chance and went over to watch.

Karen had washed after the fucks in the shower but there was still plenty of lube. Just as well, Boss was big and took no time ramming it in. She made an 'OOOmph' sort of noise.

“So Princess, you did good, I could use you full time if you like, you're popular with the guys. Do you like being a lizard? You take cock well.” He said during a long fucking.

Karen, breathing hard, said it was better than she expected and she would like to do it again some time. Just contact Boss she was told and he'd set her up for some cock. He told her it was nothing personal but he can't just let anyone on his turf or people will start trying to push him out. Karen understood. He then began to use his whole length. He took his time and gave the whore a good workout.

Karen came hard twice and although exhausted was then set atop Boss and told to ride him while he enjoyed her tits for a while. She came twice more. Next it was missionary with her legs folded right up, knees by ears. Boss pounded hard and asked if she knew that he had two drivers put her on live feed online.

“Jesus NO! Oh god that could ruin me! Bollocks if anyone at home...” She remembered what looked like a light fitting in some cab sleep areas.

She came hard again just at the thought of being on screens all over, fucking strangers for money. Boss refused to say where it could be seen to wind her up more, not even which drivers did it. Very soon he gave her full thrust.

Up on his toes Boss rammed Karen's poor pussy so hard it hurt the muscles around it. She still came really hard again and cried out all sorts of expletives before passing out for a minute or so while Boss wiped his knob on her tits and hair and blouse.

As Karen came round Boss took some pictures of his work and said, “Take her home Gil, (He knew Gil was watching) fuck her in your car if you want, not my van.” Karen was poured onto the ground so Boss could leave and Gil brought the car over. She was just able to drag herself onto the back seat and lay down.

Jess had to help get the whore indoors and left her to sleep on the couch, after Gil fucked her and Jess ate her out.

The next night was just a quiet one with booze and chat. Karen said she would love to have Boss again and Jess liked the idea herself. Gil straight away pointed at jess and said, “NO! No fucking way. You're too fucking close and if you get hooked like Karen you'll end up working full time for Boss. No way. Karen gets to go to England to escape, you don't!” He was rather firm on that. Karen respected his stand. They were after all, married. She wasn't aware of the set up.

So two nights later Karen was picked up in a sedan sent by Boss, who had the address from Gil's plate somehow, and taken to him at the truck stop. The van was in a darkish corner but still visible. Karen was dropped off and the back and side doors opened.

Boss stepped out and told her to strip and the get in the van. There were definitely people that could see but she supposed Boss had the area well under control. Karen stripped and approached the van. Two more black guys were inside with big cocks out.

When Karen said she was only there for Boss she was told; "A, You need loosening first and; B, Shut the fuck up and finger yourself you stupid cunt." Fear began to set in. She stood by the van and did as she was told.

A minute later one of the goons stepped in and fingered her roughly with two then three fingers, making her cum. Three people walked by and whistled but kept going.

“In the van Princess.”

On all fours Karen quickly had a cock in her pussy and was trying to manage one in her mouth, they were large. She was cumming soon after. She thought she saw a phone recording from outside but was unable to be sure.

The goons swapped over from time to time, and while Boss took a few pictures during one swap he asked, “So you like what you're doing, fucking us like this do you Karen Parker? You happy?”

The shock of him using her full name sent quivers down her wet slit.

“God yes!” she stated, breathing hard. She caught site of two or three guys walking slowly past the van having a good look before she was filled again. So there was a get out clause for Boss if he needed one. Unlikely as it was.

Both goons shot big loads in the blonde's mouth, and the Boss was ready. Karen must have cum three or four times so far but now came the big one. The two women stood about twenty feet off the rear of the van would have seen a look of worried painful bliss as Karen was given the full length of Boss's cock in one thrust.

The scream Karen thinks she did out loud was massive. She nearly passed out right there. The rest was mostly a blur for however long it went on. Now and then she thinks a goon fucked her face but it may have been wishful thinking. Boss pounded her to one, very long cum for what seemed like half an hour.

Karen got a very brief respite as Boss had the goons put her on her back and pushed her knees up to her armpits. He re entered Karen's stretched and sodden cunt and buried his head in her neck leaving her a clear view of the van roof.

“Smile whore, you're live on line again and making me money, you stupid, idiotic fucking Princess slut. Take, My. Cum.

Karen freaked out. She came so hard it hurt. She was scared about who would see her online, she was excited about who could see her online being a black cock whore, and she was having the best fuck of her whole life. Then she fainted.

Karen came to in the back of a scruffy cab. The driver, seeing her come round told her Boss had let him fuck her for the fare, her clothes were on her, but bedraggled.

Karen was confused when she was dropped off at a grubby motel. She asked the driver what the fuck, only to be interrupted by a deep voice:

“This is where you live now! And work! You're a full time whore and will do as you're told, when you're told, and with whom you're told. All the stuff you need is in your room, along with a new phone, which is the only one you will ever use. Now follow me, it's try out time.

In spite of all the protestations, Karen was half carried by a big, muscle bound white guy, up one flight of stairs, and thrown into a room with a small chest of draws, a light, a double bed and an en suite.

Karen still argued until a simple, backhand slap, told her the facts. She was told to quickly shower and return, dried but naked. She wept in the shower but came as she touched her clitoris.

“Now to see what you can do. Or, more precisely, what we can do to you!” said the tall black guy who's name she still didn't know.

Two average men came in, one black, one white, stripped, as did the man in charge, and she was put through her paces. Blow jobs, spit roast, against the wall and bent over. As she rode the new boss man, the white guy slipped into her arse, dry, making her scream for a couple of minutes.

Once quiet returned, Karen was made airtight. Boss man told her;

“As a whore, you'll make good money. As a runaway whore, you'll make maybe a mile before getting caught. And punished! Behave, and you can go to the lot again.”

“We will tell when you use condoms and when not, and remember, your pimps, me and Boss, get it free. Now we're going to fill you full of baby juice and set you to work, WHORE!” She had her biggest cum at that point.

Gil and Jess helped the police with all the information they had. How their friend had talked about wanting to try prostitution, how they told her it was a stupid idea, especially in America, what with the laws etc. But she just disappeared from a bar one night, and hasn't been heard of since. They were both, really upset, but understood how difficult it would be to find her.

Boss paid Gil and Jess another good finders fee, promising more for any other 'friends' they could send his way. Further, as he took her arse on the marital bed, he reminded Jess she was still his favourite whore.

Just like he told all his stable.