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Thanks for those who are staying with this. I am keeping the parts short to make it easier to read - and it allows me to get all the facts and language straight. As I've mentioned, what amazes me about all of her telling me this was her matter of factly style of speaking - an that she wanted to tell me about all of this. From a virgin until 20, the very prudish dresser, now telling me every detail of her turning tricks as a side hustle. My words in here aren't much as I honestly didn't know what to say.

PART 14

She continued with her escapades on the first day:

"That evening we went to dinner, me once again with a very loose shirt, extremely short skirt and no underwear. The ankle bracelet was as visible as before, and you could see the looks and hear the whispers. At that point, I didn’t care. I was there to do my job, and this was my uniform. I looked at some of the women and actually felt sorry for them?”

“Really?”, I responded.

“Yes. They were stuck with a guy, doing it their usual way, and paying for it, not getting paid. Here I was, an older woman, getting fucked in all sorts of ways by all sorts of people - and the best part..

I interrupted, “You're getting paid for it”

“Yes. I’m making big money for it. Spread my legs and the money goes in!’

I thought about adding the phrase “and a lot of strange men’s cum!”, but figured that would kill the conversation right there. So I just asked about what happened at dinner.

She jumped right in – it was evident she was very proud of her new life, and wanted me to know every single detail of her paid for adventures!. ”Our waiter came over, and he was a good looking young black man, very well spoken. He looked at me, and was trying to see down my blouse. You could tell he knew I had no underwear on. In fact, the second time he came over, my customer told me to pull my skirt just up to my pussy to give him a look. I did, and the poor kid almost doubled over. I kind of laughed, as I was having a fun time teasing – you know I like that.”

I knew what the answer would be, but I pressed on: “What next?”

“My customer saw me getting in to it, so he decided to take it to another level. He leaned across the table and told me to follow the young man once he came back, find a place and blow him. Again, this was my job for the weekend; I couldn’t disobey my employer! So I made some excuse to follow him and he led me to a back area. I looked at him and asked if there was something more private, he looked around, and opened the door to a broom closet. He pulled me in, and as soon as we got in, I just dropped to my knees. I opened his pants, and there, well, I..

“I what?”

“Honestly, it was the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was like a lead pipe., I had never seen a naked black man before. I heard stories, but this was beyond true. I looked at his cock, then looked up at him and he just smiled down at me. I immediately moved my mouth onto the head of his dick,. I got maybe an inch down and couldn’t go anymore. He started grabbing my head and moving it faster and faster in my mouth, and very quickly he shot down my throat, it felt like gallons!! He held my face on his tip until I swallowed every drop! I got up, licked my lips, adjusted whatever clothes I had on, and walked over to the table. As soon as I walked in, every eye was on my ass and tits. You knew people were thinking what had I done; I looked like that type of woman. Actually, they were right; I was that type of woman. And I felt really good about it too!

“When I got to the table. My customer just looked at me and smiled and said, “Good girl!., and we continued eating. I remembered thinking I was his, he knew it, and I would do whatever he came up with. When the waiter came over to give us the bill, he kind of looked at us a bit sheepishly, like he was in trouble. My customer looked at him and said not to worry, I know what she did; how was it? He said incredible and I just blushed. I don’t care of you’re getting paid for it, when someone tells you that you gave a great blow job in front of you husband well, it is kind of embarrassing."

"My customer smiled at the waiter, looked at me and then said why do you come to our room after you get off work – and bring some friends. He looked at us with a stunned look on his face, so I grabbed his hand and said, yes, bring some friends. I’d like that. He was being a very complete gentleman. My customer then sent me on my way – again to get the room to watch me walk – and set things up with the waiter."

"We were upstairs in the room, and a few hours later, there was a knock at the door. My next fucks were here. My customer answered it, said hello and called me out to the room. He had me dress special for this event. The mesh top I wore during the day, the hooker heels, the bracelet – and – nothing else. I came out and me and the boys gasped at each other. Me – I saw three very large black men. Them – an almost naked white woman for them to use. I knew I was done for.

I was about to get on the bed, but my customer had other ideas. He introduced me as his wife, grabbed my hand like a husband and wife, and then said, “Honey, why don't you get our guests some drinks” So now I became an almost naked waitress! I was going to serve them, and then I was going to serve them!! I got their drinks and then my customer summoned me to his lap.

“You see, guys”, he said as he grabbed my thigh, “ We’re in a lifestyle. I like seeing this my wife get fucked by others. And to be honest, she is so insatiable, I can’t keep up with her. So I let her fuck whenever and whoever she wants.” He looked at me, and said, “Isn't that right Carolyn” He called me by my name, that seemed too personal. But I went along with it. I said yes, I love having sex – especially with strangers”. And with that, I went to one of the new guys and pulled down his pants to release another giant black cock. I then walked over to the waiter, and asked if he had told his friends what I did. He said yes, he said he told them I was the best white wife he’d ever had! I thanked him, then grabbed the crotch of the last one.

The night went on from there. The three of them took me on the bed, and while one ate me out, the other two brought their dicks to my face. They slapped their dicks on my face, and I sucked them one after another and then I came as the guy at my pussy licked me to a huge orgasm My customer – like always – just sat back and watched. He pulled his cock out like he was a cuckold watching his wife, except he as watching the woman he paid for pretending to be his wife!

“It’s a bit weird isn't it?”, I said.

“Yea, but I was playing a part, and I was enjoying my work, so I went with it. We fucked for over two hours. I took one in my pussy and mouth at least three different times. I actually took all three at one point – but they were just too big for my ass. I got it in there – but it didn't go far!. My customer kept on cheering me on, telling me to take those black cocks, that I was a black cock wh*r*! The young men just kept fucking me, asking me if I was a black cock wh*r*. I grunted and said I was, told them to fuck this white b*tch wife! I was a complete mess by the time we were done. And, when they left, like usual, my customer fucked my very well worn pussy. I couldn't feel him in me; my pussy was a gaping hole after those three big dicks! I barely felt him dump his load into m. I remembered thinking I must have had a gallon of cum dumped in me that day!

She seemed to stop. I really wanted to hear all of it. but my mind was a blur and I thought about her past and now her present. Her past – Dean’s list scholar. Her present – a black cock wh*r*. Her past – the valedictorian at her Catholic high school on the Jersey shore. Her present - getting paid for sex like a cheap common hooker. Her past – teacher of the year at her high school molding young minds. Her present – A side hustle of being an escort molding the cocks of complete strangers! I needed to hear more, so I just blurted out:

“And that was day one?”

“Yea, she said, day one. I fucked five different men in the first day." She said it very straightforward, like it was all in day’s work.

And there were three more days for her to tell me about…