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After a few hours of this, the guys started moving around to pick up their clothes; they were finished with my ex. They got their money’s worth. The scene around the room was surreal. Here were a roomful of guys, getting dressed, and talking about the day of work tomorrow and the football game they missed ,laughing, telling jokes, almost if they were in a locker room at the gym. But what was different was the fuck toy laying on the bed. It was quite the site.

What made it more surreal was what on the bed. On the bed laid my ex. I looked at her and was shocked by what I saw. She was flat on her back, cum dripping from every hole on her body. Her body was matted with cum, her face crusted over, and her hair was clumped together with patches of dried sperm. Her c*nt was a gaping mess; it was wide open, red, and so stretched it was like she had given birth. You could see her expanded, bright red asshole as well. She had spit strains from her mouth down her neck mixed with our loads of cum. One eye was even slightly closed shut with dried cum. Her shoes had long disappeared, the stockings were ripped, twisted, and half off, and she had nothing in common with the sweet young girl I brought home to Mom. This was a fuck pig.

The room was a juxtaposition of two worlds. One was the cute little parlor of a 50 plus year old teacher – family pictures, cute little table statues, some flowers. There was a picture of her son near her bedside, and I wondered if her son knew what a wh*r* her Mom had become, that she turned tricks for a side hustle. The other side – six men cleaning themselves up to leave after fucking and abusing this old wh*r*. The room smelled of cum and sweat; it was worst room in a brothel. I looked at my ex again and saw something never thought I'd see – a used tramp. And once I thought that, I started to get mad – the way I did when we played this game as kids. She was a wh*r* –not only a wh*r*, but a paid for, gang bang wh*r*. Maybe I was mad because I was the one who could get who to do those things.

So, like I did when we were younger, I decided to go further. I asked the guys if they had any more money. They said they did. I turned to my ex wife and said, “ So, wh*r*, want to make some more money? “ She just laid there, turned her had to me and in a small squeak yes came from her well fucked body. The guys just laughed and said lets go for it.

“Well”, I said, “ why don't you go over to the middle of the floor and lay on your back!” She started to get up but her legs were weak. She went down to her knees a bit, and I told her she should crawl to the middle. She started crawling, and I noticed her head as down. She was not only paid for, but totally submissive. She knew had a job to do, and was servicing her masters. As she continued crawling, one of the guys remarked she was leaving a trial of cum from her dripping pussy to the carpet.

As she continued to move, that guy continued, “That’s an interesting walk of shame! The guys laughed as my ex got to the middle of the floor and laid on her back,. We moved into an interesting stage – they didn’t just want to fuck her, we were moving into a bit of degradation as well. And I would lead it.

She got on her back and I looked at her. “So, wh*r*, did you enjoy tonight? She replied yes. “ Do you want to make more money” She again said yes. The guys started yelling a bit, about how this women was insatiable. I looked to the guys and said everyone give me a twenty. I collected the money and put them around her head. If she wanted to play paid for girl, she was going all the way. I had no plan, so I just said, “How about you play with yourself for us” She slowly moved her hands to her pussy and began to rub her clit.

As she stated rubbing, I grab the hairbrush and said I think you need a little help. I gave it to her and told her to fuck herself with it. She was sore, but she had been paid, and knowing my ex, she would do what she was paid to do. She slowly began to move it in and out. One of the guys said it looked like it was not even close to filling that stretched out pussy. That gave me an idea.

“wh*r*,” – at that point wasn’t calling her by her name – she was a thing, a paid for wh*r*, and she needed to her that, because if that was she wanted she wanted to be, then she needed to embrace that name – “wh*r*, what was your favorite part tonight? She didn't say anything. “ Was it two cocks in that teacher pussy of yours?’ She looked at me with a concerned look like we were going do that again. I continued. “I think your pussy is so stretched out you need more. You won’t be able to feel anything. I went to her drawer and pulled out that dildo we used earlier. ‘ Here, let me add this to it” I slowly pushed the dildo in, and she took both tools and began to slowly move both in.

She moved the dildo on further, and then slid the hairbrush on top, moved that in and out. Her hips began to help, grinding a bit in rythmn with her hands. She started licking her lips and my ex was getting into performing for a crowd again. That aspect of being a sex performer was coming to the forefront and she was being paid to do that as well.

The guys couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The came closer and surrounded her as she laid on the floor fucking herself with two fake cocks. “Jesus” , Tony said, “This one really loves sex!”. Another one said, “What a fucking sl*t”. She squeaked out a quick little. “If you've got money then I like sex”. You could see the guys getting hard again, rubbing their crotches. She was trying to take a little control, and that gave me an idea.

“Ok guys – whoever has any juice left, twenty bucks to the person who can jack off into her mouth!” My ex didn't look at me, just kept fucking herself. She was there to make money, and she didn't move until her job was done. The guys dropped their pants, threw twenties out on the floor, and began jacking off. I looked at my ex and said “open wide”. She stopped licking her lips and did as she was told. I then yelled .” “Okay – target practice”. My ex was now an object for them to come n – a target like a greasy, slimy, dive bar dartboard.

None of us had much left, but the site of six guys jacking off over some mature English teacher was enough to get us going. Someone asked her of this was what parent teacher conferences were like; my ex just grunted and closed her eyes as that thought got hot. Another asked of she had ever done this with with her students. ‘ “Wouldn't you like the football team to jack off all over you, c*nt?’ She simply nodded, grunted a bit and rubbed her pussy more. The guys just laughed, called her b*tch, c*nt, sl*t teacher – anything to degrade her as she laid there as a target. She had moved beyond paid for wh*r* – she became this tradeable commodity with no redeeming features.She was nothing.

Her mouth was wide opened when the first one – beer can cock – yelled, “ I’m coming” – and my ex dutifully opened wide as he leaned in. Within a few seconds he shut directly into her mouth,. I immediately shouted in my best Bill Murray voice, ‘ “It's in the hole!”, and then a few more of us shot all around her mouth, face, and chest – not to mention around her sides and just stained the carpet more ,Like a trooper she kept shoving the dildos in and out faster and faster, kept her mouth open, as she raised her hips and clinched her thighs, and let a low guttural scream as she came hard. I looked at her as she came down, and just said to her, “Swallow’, and she closed her mouth and took the mix of cum down her throat.

By now we were all spent. The guys got dressed and shuffled out. Even though he won our little competition, Beer can guy said to leave the twenties on the floor for her, and as he was leaving the room, said to my ex, “Hey teach, that was great! I’d love to do this again! You let me know when and I'll get a few more guys who will pay!” My ex just laid there, coming down from her orgasm but also realizing she had been used in ways she never thought of in her wildest sex fantasies, certainly not to be used as cum target. Tony came up to me and asked if she would be all alright. I told him to go and I would take care of her.

As they left for the living room, I leaned over my ex and said, “ Congratulations! You did it! You went from English teacher to gang bang wh*r*. You made more in a few hours than you make in a week!.” I grabbed the money from the dresser and said, “Here’s your pay” She opened her eyes and slowly raised her hand to grab it. She started to get up and realized there was more money on the floor. She grabbed the twenties that were there, crawled into the bathroom and close the door.

I stood at the door for a bit. I wanted to see if she needed help, as now I realized what I had done. I got my ex to turn a trick, and not just a trick, a roomful of guys who treated her not like a person, but an animal. This wasn’t us playing like we did years ago, this was real, and she had crossed a line. I wondered what she was thinking and feeling about all this, so I wanted outside the bathroom door. I heard her turn on the faucet, and not the shower, so she was taking a bath. I was going to leave but decided to stay to and make sure she got in the tub ok – her legs were so weak, I thought she might fall. Then I heard her speak.

“ Look at you”, she said. “Look at you, you wh*r*, You are a fuck sl*t. You did it, You finally did it. You made money for fucking. You knew you could do this. You got six guys to come all over you, you little c*nt!”

I was shocked. Even after this type of abuse, she went right back to the day she said that similar language in the mirror. It never left her, and she was proud of what she had done. She wanted to be paid for fucking, and the number of guys didn’t matter. I shook my head and headed out to the other room to get her a glass of wine for her when she came out. I was also curious to see what she would say after she washed the river of cum from inside and outside her body.

When I got of the room, Tony was still there in her living room. The other guys had already left. Just as well – nobody there just made the whole thing complete: they pay, they fuck, they leave. She’s a piece of meat to them, just customers, and she had to feel that aspect of it as well. He looked at me and asked me if she would be alright, I said I thought so. I really wasn’t sure; what she said in the barroom was one thing; the day after would be another thing entirely.

Tony responded,“ You know, I never would have guess she would be that great in bed. Jesus, she was like a real pro! I’ve been part of gangbangs before- but shit, she was better than any of the girls I hired! I can’t believe someone like her –I’m mean – look at her – the quiet teacher, man, she is really a gangbang wh*r*.She could easily do this for real if she wanted!” He then stopped and said, “What am I going to say to her when I see her in the halls tomorrow?”

Reality hit us both right in the face. I hadn’t really that about it. After all, I would probably never see her again, but Tony would see her almost every day.. “Well, I said, “ I might bring her flowers tomorrow evening. Tell her things got out of hand, that it was all my idea. Say you are so sorry, and if she needs you to move so she doesn’t have to see you again and be reminded of today, you’ll move. He looked a bit incredulous to the last part. “Don't worry, “. I said, “She won’t make you move, but the offer will be enough. Trust me, she had a good time tonight, and maybe will be sore tomorrow, but she wont hate you for it.”

We shook hands and he left. I stood at the door and turned to the kitchen, and realized while this was her first trick, it was my first time as a pimp. I wasn't getting money out of it, but I got someone to fuck a roomful of men for money. Not bad for a day’s work! I went and got two glasses of wine and went to collect my things. I called the airport and booked anew flight for the next day. I even called home to let my wife I was delayed – for some odd reason. She asked of I had a good time; I said it fun. Meanwhile. my ex wife was cleaning up after I pimped her out to strangers. I told my current wife I loved her, hung up and smiled at the oddness of it all, and then I went to the bedroom and waited for my now prostitute ex wife to come out.

I figured it would be an interesting conversation..