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This girl wants to be a prostitute and no one else, she even quits the university and moves to Las Vegas to find a pimp to promote her, that’s her life goal and she’ll stick to it!

I finished school with highest grades, and went to college. I wanted to study English and literature. Soon I flung out of the college. So, how come I became a prostitute? Actually, it all started during the transitional age, when I was a teen. That time I had crazy fantasies that were very unusual. Later my fantasies began to be centered round prostitution. I don’t know why, but the idea that I could earn my leaving by having sex was very intriguing and arousing for me. I thought being a slut was much better than, for instance, to work in a bank or to be a professor in college.

Let’s be honest. I don’t think there is a woman who has never thought of earning money by sleeping with rich clients. Such thoughts are my fantasy No. one. I can’t say for sure how many times I used to masturbate at night, imagining myself as a broad in dirty and pervert episodes.

When I chose Internet and literature as an optional class in college, my fantasies became even brighter. The professor was great. Professor Dickens told us to read memoirs of a well-known pimp. Maybe you heard about him. One of his books told about his life in Las Vegas. The book became my Bible. It was all that mattered to me.

I used to read the books in my room in the hostel when my roommate wasn’t around. I was sitting with my back against the bed back. My hand was playing with my clit, while I was reading about sluts in Las Vegas. The stories were so arousing! Sometimes I used to read several paragraphs over and over again till I came of the most arousing scene. While reading, I imagined myself as one of the whores. The pimp’s description of sexual scenes was terrific!

You know, I come from a small town in Louisiana. I come from an ordinary family. You know, one of those who only care about laundry, shopping, cleaning. When my college friends wanted to get married to a banker or a TV star to travel round the world with them, and “help poor people in Cambodia”, I was thinking of becoming a slut, living with my pimp in a hotel room.

I just loved the books. I decided to write a paper on them. I called the paper: “Psychology of pimp – prostitute relations in stories of…” I got A+. My tutor said he liked the paper, and he suggested me going into his office to discuss it.

-Stella, you’ve managed to analyze interrelationships among and between the heroes. – He said.

Stella is my name. I use it when working with clients too.

-Thank you, professor.

-I wonder how well you managed to understand an ordinary slut. You somehow got into her brain, - professor continued.

Professor Dickens was a handsome man. He was about 50. He was married. But it was no obstacle for me. I was slightly in love with him. Older men are so sexy sometimes!

-I know it sounds weird but I guess I know where this desire to sell your body comes from. – I replied.

-Yes, but it’s a popular opinion that women become prostitutes only when they have no other way to survive. Necessity is the mother of invention, you know. Women become whores when they have no other way out. It must be true, to certain degree….

-… But it doesn’t explain the situation in general… – I interrupted him.

-It surely doesn’t, - he agreed, - So, prostitutes, as you’ve read in your paper, have absolutely different reasons to get involved in this business. They do it because they have to do it, and because they want to do it.

-Professor, they are not prostitutes, they’re sluts. The word “prostitute” sounds very irrelevant, sort of. I like “slut” more.

-All right, sluts, - professor said, stressing the last word.

We were silent for a while, looking at each other.

-Stella, I hope you won’t get me wrong, but I would like to ask you…. I couldn’t help thinking that you imagined yourself in the place of those sluts from the book. Your reasoning was so vivid and convincing that I thought that you had experience of being a prosti… a slut yourself…

Mr. Dickens’ intuition was a rather high level. He was right. I had little experience in that sphere. His guess made me real hot.

-I know why you’re saying that. I understand that you could think such things about me. But I’m not a slut, really.

Silence.

-… at least now.

I bent down frontward and looked into his eyes.

-I’m thinking about acquiring such experience, especially after having read the books.

The silence was unbearable. Then Professor did something I will never forget. He took his wallet and gave me 200 bucks.

-Then you can start acquiring the experience right away. – He said freshly.

-Maybe, - I said taking the money.

I was amazed by my composure and rationality. My dreams about being a slut were finally coming true! It was the first time in my life when I was offered money for sex. I had a chance to become a real whore!

-Hm, just 200 bucks, - I said twisting the money in my hands.

-That’s all I’ve got.

-I think we can think up something. – I stood up and went to the door to lock it.

-For 200 bucks I can suck your dick, professor, - I said caustically, - will it suit you?

-It suits me perfectly.

Though I seemed to be calm and reserved, I finally realized there was no way to retrieve. My heart was beating so fast. I undid my blouse and exposed my boobs.

-It’s for visual pleasure, - I said showing him my firm big breasts and reaching for his fly.

I pulled off the pants and saw the dick wasn’t hard yet. I was jerking it off. Then I got on my knees, looked at Professor and sucked his cock in my mouth. I was 20 that time, and I used to suck cocks before, but it was the first dick I was sucking for money. In several seconds the shaft became rocky hard in my mouth, and in less than a minute it started pulsing, spurting gobs of cum in my mouth. I swallowed everything up to the last drop. I licked my lips lustfully.

-It was easy money, - I told him, zipping up his fly. – Maybe next time you’ll make me work. We can think up something interesting next time.

After cumming, he was looking confused and tried to elude looking into my eyes.

-Maybe next time you’ll get this, - I told him, raising my skirt, pulling off my panties, and showing him my pussy. – It will be more expensive, of course.

I couldn’t help wondering how soon I got the feel of my role. I guess it was due to my previous fantasies and those books I had read lately. Don’t trust those who say books don’t teach! He was staring at my thick vulva lips. Then I sat down on his table, spreading my legs wide apart for him to get a better perspective of my narrow slit.

-Do you like it, professor? – I whispered.

-A lot, - he answered, smiling in arousal.

-Take them to remember me by. – I gave him my panties.

I went out in the street. I felt cool wind getting under my skirt.

Professor Dickens became my first and sole client. As I had fantasies about being a slut, he had fantasies about using sluts and paying for sex with them. And it was strange, he was a handsome man and I guess he could fuck any girl from college. The thing was that he was paying me for sex with him, while college girls would be ready to sleep with him for free! Once he confessed he’d bought whores before. And his choice of giving us the book to read was also connected with his secret whims. And when he read my paper he figured out I was no less interested in prostitution as he was. He said he couldn’t help inviting me in his office and making me that offer.

His first derisive offer was just the beginning. I was sucking and fucking him once a week during the semester. I was well paid for it. Once he offered me 500 bucks for owning my ass. He didn’t know I would let him do it even for the regular payment of his. I’ve always loved anal sex. I didn’t have to get extra paid for it. I learnt to take advantage of the fact that men preferred to pay extra money for THAT service, as their lovers and wives were unwilling to give them butt-fucking. After that first anal sex, Prof. Dickens wanted nothing more but it. I was glad to earn $500 for every fuck. Man, I managed to earn $10,000 during the first semester! Don’t forget I had only one client. Besides, I got A+ for the exam!

Suddenly it all ended. His wife found the panties I gave him after our first time. She shouted at him and he blurted out he was seeing a prostitute. She pressed more and he confessed that one of his students was the prostitute. That it was me! It was a huge row and I had to leave the college. By that time I was ready to dedicate my life to my real calling. I was sick and tired of higher education, anyway. The only class I really needed was arithmetic to calculate my income from selling my body.

I decided to live in Las Vegas. Once I read about pubs for sluts and pimps in the town. Of course, I began to visit the places. On my first day I met Uncle Tony, who really reminded me of that pimp from the book. In short, Uncle Tony became my pimp. I was working for him for three years. One can often hear stories about pimps humbling their young sluts. That was nothing like Tony. Besides, I was smarter and cleverer that a usual whore. Moreover, I liked to have a pimp.

I was doing different stuff. I was working in the street, in pubs, in posh penthouses that Tony rented for me and other five sluts working for him. I know that many broads never work for pimps, but at that stage of my career, my pimp was a part of my dirty fantasies. It was surely connected with the books I read in college.

It’s not easy to be a slut. That’s why smart girls take breaks. They can last for long or for ever. I decided to quit after three years of being a slut. Tony took the news easy. He had other girls to earn money. And it was me who helped him get those girls. We were friends. He was a smart man, tough he was working in the field famous for stupid assholes. We were much the same. We used to discuss philosophy and literature. He only seemed to be a hunk with the face of a gangster. He was nothing of the kind. He was a gambler, a serious and smart gambler.

Luckily for me I had a great figure. I was slender and fit, due to my love of sports. Moreover, I had round and firm knockers and cool ass. I used to go info dancing for some five years. So being naturally pretty, having significant experience in dancing and prostitution, I could easily get a job as a striptease dancer. Of course, I couldn’t get that much as I used to earn while working with clients in hotel rooms, but the conditions were better, and generally I was happy.

In about a year since I had quit prostitution I decided to visit Tony and congratulate him on his birthday. He turned 30. Though I was no longer working for him, he was always glad to see me in his home. I knew some of his girls, and we were friends. I used to teach some of them, even. Sluts usually dislike each other. They are envious and full of hatred. But not me. I had always been very friendly to other broads. Uncle Tony told me once that I could make a good procuress and I had to work in that direction. I don’t know why but I remembered his advice. So here is the story.

I came to Tony just 10 minutes ago; we began celebrating, when it suddenly happened. Tony let one of his new girls Danny, sit in his lap. She was a hot girl from the south. It was obvious she was his favorite among the new girls. I saw it in her look and her behavior. Seemed she wanted to cry out for everybody to know that Tony belonged to her. Suddenly the door flung open, and we all saw Missy. Missy was a beautiful slut with brown skin. We found her during our trip to Cuba, and it was me who helped her know more about her new job. When I left she took my place of slut No. one. Missy was looking at Tony, red-faced with anger.

-What is this bitch doing here? – Missy pointed at Danny. – I thought she went home south to visit her hungry family!
-Shut your fucking mouth, Missy, - Danny said.

I realized what a big mistake she’d just made. Young inexperienced sluts must treat their more skillful sisters with respect, or at least pretend to do so.

-Whom are you telling to shut the fuck up? – Missy hissed.

-You, you’re fucking bitch! – Danny answered calmly.

I could smell trouble. Missy pounces on Danny like a wild cat. They began fighting, tearing their dresses apart, scratching each other with the long nails. Tony was chortling watching the two bitches fighting. He surely felt like a real pimp that moment. I looked at him, he looked back at me. The girls were so violent that soon their dresses reminded me of bump rags.

-Piss off, you’re dirty bitch! – Danny shrieked when Missy, who was taller and stronger, began to win the fight.

All young sluts must know that. An old whore will fight to death but won’t ever let the younger win. Missy was a great example of the saying. She taught Danny a good lesson. Missy managed to get Danny on the bed and mounted her, while the later was crying like crazy, trying to set herself free. I saw Tony’s cock was hard, he tried to set his fly right. It had always turned him on to watch bitches fight cuz of him. On the contrary, I had never been interest in such bullshit. But I appreciate Tony’s understanding of my wisdom and composure. I remember we used to enjoy such scenes before.

Maybe it was due to the “show”, maybe it was due to Tony’s arousal, but I felt burning heat in my lower belly. So being an honored slut of his, I bent down and unzipped his fly. I took out his huge dark dick. Missy smiled looking at us. She had nothing against giving me some time to play with Tony. Anyway, she knew I could and I always would be able to do it any time I wanted. It was the newcomer Danny who made her angry, so she had to teach her she wasn’t the hub of the universe.

-Go, Stella. Play with Uncle’s dick. Platy with it cuz I’m gonna show you something now.

She took her purse and got two pairs of handcuffs out of it. Some whores always have them for clients. Using the handcuffs she tied Danny to the bed. Danny was bucking like an agonizing squirrel. There is nothing she could do about it. Missy let her know who the boss was. It was time to teach her a very cruel lesson. Besides, Missy was stronger, much stronger.
-You like Uncle’s 10-inch-long black shaft, don’t you? – Missy asked in a hoarse voice full of anger and scorn. – Don’t move then, bitch! You’ll get your 10 inches and even more!

Missy had been living with Tony for a while, and I knew some of her stuff was still there. So, Missy came up to the wardrobe, and took out her favorite toy. Tony and I smiled when we saw a huge black dildo with a strap-on. We both knew Missy loved to wear it. Recently she had been specializing on masochists who loved such things. So they often asked her to put the dildo on. Once we both participated in the game, wearing the strap-on in turn. We made the man faint after having fucked his ass with it. We were fucking him in turn.

Danny was silent now, watching Missy getting the strap-on on. Missy was standing right in front of her. Watching was all Danny was left to do being tied up to the bed with handcuffs. She looked totally perplexed when she saw the long dildo. It was difficult to say what perplexed her the most – her fear, her lust, or her desire.

-What are you gonna do? – She asked.

-Do with it? What am I gonna do with it? – Missy asked her, grinning. – I’ll tell you bitch!

Missy was standing, caressing the dildo of 10 inches in length (or more).

-I fuck gays’ asses with it. It’s your turn to become gay.

Danny was shocked hearing her. Missy came up right to her face, swaying the rubber dildo before Danny’s face. Then she slapped it across Danny’s face.

-So, Danny you wanted to have a huge black dick today? Uncle’s dick. So you’ll get a huge black dick, but it won’t be Uncle’s, sorry!

Actually, it was me who was fucking Tony’s stem that time. I was jerking it, moving my hand up and down the stem while we were watching the show.

-This black thing, - Missy said, pointing at Tony’s cock in my hand, - is meant for well brought up bitches like me and Stella. And this dildo is for such impudent sluts like you.

She slapped it across Danny’s face again.

-Open your mouth!

Danny was looking really stupid that moment. But she seemed to begin to like it. Suddenly the stupid expression vanished from her face, she opened her mouth, and Missy got the dildo into it.

-You see this young bitch loves to suck large dicks!

-Yeah, and I suck them better that you’ve ever done or will ever be sucking! – Danny replied defiantly.

She got another slap across her face. There was something in Danny’s look that made me think a part of her liked the action of being slapped on her face, of being humiliated, but the other part was still impudent and defiant. I like when whores behave like that. On the one hand, they’re submitted to strength, on the other, they remain fresh and disobedient. Missy took her purse again and got a tube of lubrication out of it. Most of sluts have a tube of lubrication in their purse, especially those who often have anal sex, like Missy, or like me, when I was rammed in my butt.

Tony was hugging me, while I was fondling his knob, watching the action before our eyes. Missy squeezed out some lubrication, rubbing it between Danny’s buttocks.

-What about pussy first? – Danny accepted her role in full.

-I use this dildo to ram asses, not cunts, -was Missy’s reply. She looked at us. – Go Stella, take care of Tony’s phallus.

She was standing behind Danny. One mighty violent thrust, and the huge dildo was in Danny’s rectum. Danny began crying like mad, but I saw she was just playing her part. I had already heard something about her. I knew she, as well as most of Tony’s girls, loved to get butt-fucked. It wasn’t rear that she asked to drill her. I also heard that she got a bit crazy about it and began a real butt freak. I’m 100% sure Tony used to stretch her anus very often.

-What’s the fuck?! What are you doing? – Danny was crying.

She suddenly realized it wasn’t her client who was screwing her for money, and it wasn’t her Tony who could be ramming into her as her boss and pimp, it was just another slut, who had tied her to the bed with handcuffs and forced her to this hardcore anal sex.

-Are you fucking out of your mind? – Missy said in her turn. – I’m drilling your butt, that’s what I’m doing!

I knew it was turning Danny on. Her humiliation was turning her on too. Missy realized it too. Being tied to the bed back with handcuffs, being fucked into her butt with the huge dildo, while her lover was watching, Danny was still rowing with Missy.

-You’re a poor bitch! You’re doing this cuz you know Tony loves me more than you! He loves not only my asshole, but my soft, tight young twat too! And your only tight place is your ass!

It was a lie. I used to talk about it with Missy. There wasn’t a person who could squeeze her vagina muscles the way she did. All her clients said her vagina really felt like a virgin’s.

I can clearly remember the times when we were just “teaching” Missy, doing the things she was now doing to Danny. I had the strap-on and was drilling her ass. I loved it. I guess she’d been a fan of strap-on games since that time on. You would be very much surprised if you knew how many men ask sluts to use strap-ons. So, a smart and respected prostitute must always have a strap on in her bag, and it’s even better if she has some of them, and they’re all of different sizes and types.
In short, Missy and Danny definitely enjoyed their wild anal sex. The dildo got inside Danny’s anus at its full length. Danny was crying raising her butt for it to penetrate her deeper. Tony and I were watching that lustful show. His cock was so hard that it seemed it was gonna burst.

-Tony, do you want me to suck your dick while you’re watching these lustful dirty bitches? – I asked him.

-Who’s a dirty bitch?! – Missy asked, kidding, winking at me.

She knew I would never, but for a joke, call her a bitch.

-You Missy and this new broad you’re screwing in the ass. – I said bending my head down and sucking into Tony’s penis.

Neither Missy, nor Danny was lucky enough to make Tony cum, but me. I turned my head to the side to see the show, but never forgot to suck my ex-pimp. He erupted a huge gob of cum in my mouth in a minute. I knew Tony. Though he was a healthy man with a hard dick, he was useless for some twelve hours after cumming once. The only thing he wanted was to go and take a nap. So I was satisfied, realizing that neither Missy, nor Danny would enjoy his shaft that day. It was all mine.

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One Response to “Stella & dirty business”

1. Chris Says:
   October 18th, 2007 at 8:38 am

   The good thing about hookers is that you can fuck them any time when you have money. Is this story real? I’ve been to Vegas and used to fuck hookers their, but it’s costly and most of them are from Mexico, Brazil etc. I want to fuck an Asian girl, I’d pay any money to get her.

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