The Day That Changed Sarah - Sex Stories

The Day That Changed Sarah

... do with some help looking after our regulars. I have to go home now, to get ready for my 'date'. I need to go the pharmacy as well," said Chrissy, getting up and putting her jacket on.

"Lots of lube and a packet of Trojans if you're seeing Ted!" advised Sharon. They all fell about laughing as Chrissy headed for the door.

"I should go too," said Sharon, "but think about it. I can see that it has got you just a teensy bit interested, hasn't it? If you want to, we can fix you up with someone suitable for your first time.

We will be here next Wednesday, so perhaps we will see you again then."

"I hope so. It has been really nice talking to you both."

Sarah was a bit surprised when Sharon gave her a hug and a kiss on her cheek.

"Next week then. Bye."

"Bye."

A seed has been sown. A decision is made.

Sarah did her food shopping, loaded it into the car and headed back home. But all the way she couldn't stop thinking about what they had told her. She kept imagining what it would be like fucking a complete stranger, for money. The more she thought about it, the more she realised it was turning her on. She wriggled a bit on the seat and felt that her pussy had moistened up a little.

When she got home she unloaded the shopping as quickly as she could and, five minutes later, she was lying on the bed with her panties off and her fingers working furiously on her wet, horny pussy. She orgasmed rapidly, with images of an anonymous stranger fucking her, ...

... carelessly, intently - a little pile of banknotes on the bedside cabinet.

In the next few days she started reading prostitute stories on Literotica. Some were true and some were fantasies, but she became more and more excited by them. They became her favourite masturbation fantasies. She began to wonder if she could really do it.

She mulled over the idea.

"It would be wonderful to have some money of my own, and not have to go cap in hand to that selfish bastard every time I wanted something," she thought.

"And there would be a real sense of revenge when I have sex with him, knowing that he wouldn't be the first that day. I couldn't tell him, but it would feel good just to know it," she told herself.

"I would french kiss him, knowing that I had had some other guys cock in my mouth, a little while before. Oh yes, that would be a sweet revenge."

"Hmmm, I am liking this idea, but could I actually do it?" she asked herself.

Friday night was like all the other Friday nights recently -- he was not as drunk as the night of the dirty blowjob, and he wanted to fuck her instead. She lay there underneath him, just letting him get on with it, and not feeling anything much at all. He didn't seem to notice and just carried on happily fucking her. She wasn't even sure she loved him any more.

"Is this very different to being a whore?" she asked herself. "The only difference I can see is that I'm not getting paid."

When he had finished and gone straight to sleep, she went to ...