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

April - From Teen to Street Hooker Pt. 05

... her life, after all. Back before she was trying to get knocked up, she went in places like this - with no fear - and bought what she needed. She didn't let idiots like those slags behind me worry her. She got on and did it.'

The queue progresses. I get served. I get a 'look' but I smile an innocent smile. I pay for my shit, collect the stuff and put them in my handbag.

Thankfully!

We get home and Martika is doing her routine, showering and changing whilst I look after the kids. Then we swap. I shower and change into the robe as Martika is prepping the evening meal. The shower has helped me wake up.

Mark come home as we're sorting the food out. Greeted, as regular as clockwork, by the kids rushing to grab his knees. He seems in a happy mood. I take over stirring the pot as Martika hugs and kisses him.

We eat. We chat. We go upstairs to get ready.

Again, makeup and dressed...in the same shit that I've wore all day...and yesterday. Getting ready whilst having a cigarette burning in the ashtray. All helping to build up my excitement. Ready for the night.

Ready to sell myself again.

We're ready. We chat and talk to Mark and the kids and then we head off. Once again, lighting up a cigarette and with Martika's now-customary threat - 'You don't do a good job tonight, I'll batter you.'

We get to our spot. One of the girls, Jessica, sidles up to me, cigarette between her fingers, point over to me. I take a drag of mine.

'Bitch, you out again tonight, ...

... then?'

'Sure, boo. Working for my owner, after all, girl...' I smile before taking another drag.

She just shakes her head in disbelief and walks off.

Emma comes over, quietly stating 'Fuck that slag! Bitch, you do what you have to do for your owner, right?'

'Right, boo...' I answer back.

And so it begins. Cars pulling up. Sexily strolling over, cigarette in hand. Taking a drag, then the hooker 'stoop' at the door and reeling off the prices.

The first guy wants a fuck, so I get the money, drop my cigarette butt to the floor, put my heel on it and then sidle round the front and get in. We drive to the hooker's car park. Park up, then down to business in the back seat.

He looks nice. He smells nice. In his 30's, I think. Not that it matters. In fact, the more repulsive makes my entry into prostitution and subservience to Martika so much stronger.

He's seems quite the regular. Seeming calm....making some small talk as we drive over.

The car stereo playing some Rhianna. I like that. I uncouple my seatbelt and slide myself into the back of his seat, bridging to pull up my skirt whilst he's pulling down his joggers and putting on his condom.

He climbs on over...over the top of me...we sync with a deep breath, smile....before he slides himself into my willing vagina. Gentle....gentle...then fully in.

Throughout this, and subsequent, fucks all that I am thinking about - as the guy is grunting over me whilst shunting me around the backseat - is that Martika ...