How I Became A Whore‏

'Well, in that case you walked into this room a straight guy and you're going to walk out as a whore, as a hooker who's just rented out her cheap ass.'

'I... Ah!'

He had just rammed his cock all the way in. I could feel his hairy balls against my ass as he fucked me.

'I know your type, you're one of those tranny fags that once you've had a real man's cock up your ass you'll crave it like a bitch in heat, you hadn't had your ass cherry popped just because you've been too chicken to let your inner whore take over, but now you've had cock you won't be able to help yourself.'

The pain was being replaced with a tingling of pleasure, as his huge manhood stretched my ass, I couldn't deny what he was saying.

He kept thrusting until he came.

After he pulled out, I got to my feet, almost falling because of the high heels.

'I-I need to get changed.'

He handed me a cheap plastic handbag from the gym bag.

'There's 20 inside.'

I took it and, without thinking about, slung it on my shoulder.

'Now you really ARE a whore, do you still wanna get changed? Go on, go whore yourself some more.'

I thought about it.

A couple of hours later, I was in a dark alley, bent over while a customer lifted up my skirt and pulled down my panties, and pushed his cock into my ass.

Now I rent my ass for a living; I love my job and I've saved nearly enough for a boob job...