The adventures of Holly Whore part one: Dirty John - Sex Stories

The adventures of Holly Whore part one: Dirty John

It was said that I was at the prime of my life, far from it. I was broke, single and lived with my mother in a rundown flat. In attempts to find a job I volunteered at my local charity shop, stacking shelves, using a till and sorting through other peoples junk, it helped passed my ever growing free time. One morning I was asked to help sort through some books in the warehouse. I naively assumed one or two boxes, but no, there was over twenty! To make matters worse I was working with dirty John. This was a name given to him by the other volunteers as we saw porno mags in his open backpack nicely displayed for all to see, and at times his personal hygiene was questionable. I walked over to the warehouse wondering what purpose i had in life. I was nineteen, jobless and had found out that although guys thought I was not ugly, they were only interested in me if they were dared or had lost a bet. I was a chubby girl around size 12. DD boobs and a peachy ass. I arrived at the warehouse and saw dirty John had already started sorting through the books, “let the day begin” I told myself. A few hours passed and we had gone through at least half of the boxes, we said very little to each other, only discussing the normal stuff: weather, news, weekend plans. Deep down I always spited John, he had a bit of money behind him from a house his parents left to him which he rented and a evening job in the sorting office. He owned his own place and lived alone so did not need to pay rent or ...

... anything he must have been around late forties early fifties . I was standing in the dusty and damp warehouse; John turned to me and said “have you had any luck finding a job then?” His voice was gruff and i could tell he didn’t really care. “No” I quickly replied. He nodded, “not thought about any other ways of getting money then?” What the hell did he mean? I asked myself. I did not reply. John then said “you know you could make some quick and easy money today” I turned to him. “How?” John smiled, “simple” he said “I will give you £15 if you give me a blow job” I couldn’t believe what he just said; I gasped and said “what!” He turned away from me placing down some old rags. “You said you needed money to me before, I have disposable income and at the end of the day if you sucked me for £15, fucked me for £50 that’s £65 already and if you were to say lick my ass hole then that would total £165 for what, 45 mins work.” I felt sick what the hell does he think I am? I glared at him and said “you must be joking” He faced me “suit yourself then, I just thought you might want to treat your mum to a nice dinner or a fancy gift as a thank you for everything she has done for you.” I looked down at the floor, mum has done loads for me, she works in two jobs just so we can pay the bills, always dose over time so I have a birthday present perhaps it would be a good idea, I mean he would not tell anyone and its £165. There were so many questions running through my mind, but I decided I had no ...