April - From Teen to Street Hooker Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

April - From Teen to Street Hooker Pt. 05

A work of fiction.

Chapter 5 - Hooking Again

I sleep, eventually, and have the obligatory kick in the back from Martika and 'Wake up, fucker!' as my alarm call. I'm tired and she is wide awake. I pull on a robe and head downstairs to the obligatory vodka, toast and cocaine to get me going in the day. As Martika lights up, she throws her cigarettes to do likewise. I find a lighter and light up.

Martika asks if I feel sore.

I don't.

'Good, bitch, 'cos we'll get you gangbanged again. Ok?'

'Sure thing, boo..' I answer, taking a drag from my cigarette.

'I fuck who you tell me to to, boo. You own me."

'I do. This is true. I have to keep you fucking so you keep earning for me. Gotta have my bitch making me money, after all.'

We chat a little, then I go up and get showered and changed. Same clothes as yesterday - black leather mini, red top, fishnets and heels - do my face and hair... and I'm good to go.

Martika showers and changes. I'm sat there in my own thoughts.

'I've done it now. I've become of of those girls. A loose woman. A tramp. A whore. I have sold myself for money. I've made a lot of money on my first time out.'

'I've taken, wholeheartedly, to this lifestyle. I love it. I'm thriving on it. Yet...'

'...I feel no different. Did I feel that I would change? Did I expect to change? Hmmmm not sure 'bout that. Do I feel other's have changed? My owner - my Madame, don't forget - she seems more relaxed. Have other people changed around me? ...

... Am I accepted more?'

Then....she's ready.

...and then we do a couple of lines before heading over to Emma's.

Emma greets us both at the door. She lingers longer on me....holding me...before saying 'Now you're one of us, bitch' and smiles.

'Thanks boo' I answer, respectfully.

The guys greet us, as per; bottoms squeezed....hands around the waist...kisses...

We get in, take off our jackets and light up as the boys are pulling down their trousers.

Martika is the first to get her guy onto the ground, pulling up her skirt and getting him inside her.....quickly followed by my good self and then Emma's.

Skirt pulled up, knees bent, my guy hammers at me. Hard. Fast. He's wanting to quickly empty his balls in me. I squeeze him as he thrusts in, each and every time. Before long he spews his semen into me. Right.....next!

I have another guy put himself in me just after the other pulls out. I'm grunting and groaning as I see Martika put a cigarette in my mouth and lights me up before she did her next guy.

Then he cums...a new one inside me....then another....4 deposits of sperm in my pussy.

Then we rest.

Over all the time - these last few weeks - I've never once asked their names. Never cared. That's been beaten into me, after all. But I do hear snippets....talk.... one is called Paul....one, I think, is called Denzil...and there's a Craig.

Emma brings out the pints of vodka for me and Martika as I get my head over the bowl of cocaine. I take the ...