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The boys made me work as a prostitute for the first time in a red light area
Over the next few weeks, I visited the boys in that hut every day after school. They would fuck me in every hole, calling me their slutty MILF. My body was always sore but satisfied when I got home.
One day, as I was getting dressed after our usual gangbang, their leader approached me with a sly grin. “Auntie, we have a special surprise for you today.” I raised an eyebrow, curious. He led me out to a waiting rickshaw. “What’s this?” I asked. “We’re taking you to the red light district. You’re going to love it.”
I hesitated for a moment, but my pussy was already dripping at the thought. I had never been to a red light area before, but I trusted these young studs. So I climbed aboard, my heart racing with excitement and a little fear.
The rickshaw took us to a seedy part of town, with neon signs flashing “Massage Parlor” and “Hotel.” The boys led me into one of the hotels, a dirty rundown place. They took me up to a room on the top floor. “Wait here,” their leader said. “We’ll be back in a bit.”
They left me alone in the room, with a large bed and a washroom. I paced around, wondering what they had planned. Twenty minutes later, they returned with several bags. “Try these on,” their leader said, handing me some clothes. I opened the bags to find the skimpiest outfits I had ever seen – tiny bikini tops, microscopic miniskirts, fishnet stockings, and stiletto heels.
I looked at them in shock. “What are these for?” “You’re going to wear them and work as a part-time prostitute,” the leader said matter-of-factly. “We’re going to pimp you out to the johns that come in here. You’ll make a lot of money, and we’ll all have a good time.”
I was taken aback. I had never thought of selling my body before, even though I loved sex. But as I looked at the clothes again, I felt a thrill of excitement. Maybe this is what I needed – to be a dirty whore and have multiple men use my body every day.
“Okay,” I said finally, picking up a tiny top. “I’ll do it.” The boys cheered and helped me get dressed in the skimpy outfit. They did my makeup and hair, making me look like a proper slut. “Look at you,” their leader said, eyeing my body. “You’re going to make a killing out there. Guys will pay top dollar to fuck a MILF like you.”
They left me alone in the room again, telling me they would be back soon with the first customer. I looked in the mirror, hardly recognizing myself. My tits were spilling out of the tiny top, and my ass was practically falling out of the miniskirt. I felt so naughty and dirty. I couldn’t wait to see who would be my first client.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find a fat, middle-aged man standing there. He looked me up and down, drooling at the sight of my barely covered body. “Come in,” I said, trying to sound seductive. He entered and locked the door behind him.
Without any words, he grabbed me and shoved his tongue down my throat. I kissed him back, my pussy already wet with anticipation. He ripped off my top and started sucking my tits, biting my nipples. I moaned and ground my pussy against his crotch.
He pushed me down on the bed and pulled down my miniskirt and panties. “Fuck, you’re a hairy bitch,” he grunted, rubbing his cock against my wet folds. I didn’t respond, too focused on the feeling of his hard cock. He slammed into me with one thrust, making me scream. He fucked me hard and fast, hammering into my cunt.
After a few minutes, he pulled out and jerked his cock, shooting his load all over my tits and face. I moaned and rubbed his cum into my skin. He got dressed and left, throwing some money on the bed.
I cleaned up and settled in for a long night of being fucked by multiple men. Over the next few hours, several more clients came in – old men, young men, thin men, fat men. They all used my body in every way possible, fucking my pussy, ass, and mouth. They called me filthy names and covered me in their cum. I loved every minute of it.
By the end of the night, I was exhausted but satisfied. My holes were sore, my body covered in cum and bruises. But I had never felt so alive. The boys came back into the room, grinning at the sight of my used body. “How was it, auntie?” their leader asked. “Did you enjoy being a whore?”
I smiled, running my fingers through the cum on my tits. “I loved it. I’m definitely coming back to work here every day.” They cheered and hugged me, proud of their favorite slut.
And so started my new life as a part-time prostitute. Every day after school, I would visit the boys in their hut for a gangbang. Then they would take me to the red light area, where I would work the night away, fucking multiple clients. They pimps would take a cut of my earnings, but I didn’t care. The money was good, and the sex was even better.
My husband never suspected a thing, even when I came home late at night with strange bruises and a lingering scent of cum in my hair. He was too boring and naive to question me.
But as the weeks turned into months, I started to crave more. Fucking the same old men every night wasn’t enough anymore. I needed variety, something new and exciting.
That’s when I started sneaking out on weekends as well, to work at the brothel. The boys would drop me off in the morning, and I would spend the whole day and night fucking clients. Sometimes they would join me for a threesome or foursome, fucking me in front of the johns.
I loved the thrill of being watched, of being a dirty slut putting on a show. My pussy was always dripping, ready for the next cock. I started to look forward to the weekends more than my usual days.
Of course, I had to be careful not to get caught. I would tell my husband that I was going to visit my relatives or attend a teacher’s conference. He never questioned me, happy to have the house to himself.
As for the boys, they were my best friends now. We were bound together by our love of sex and dirty secrets. They would fuck me whenever I wanted, and I would let them use my body however they desired. I was their personal fucktoy, and they were my personal pimps.
Looking back, maybe taking that first bus with the young boys was the best decision I ever made. It opened up a whole new world of possibilities, a world of endless orgasms and dirty thrills. I had become a true whore, and I loved it.
I knew there was no going back, no way to go back to being a simple schoolteacher with a boring marriage. I was addicted to the sex, to the money and the power it gave me. I was a prostitute now, and I was happy with it.
As I lay in bed that night, surrounded by the cum of multiple men, I smiled to myself. I was exactly where I needed to be. My pussy throbbed with satisfaction, eager for the next day’s adventures.
And so started my new life as a MILF prostitute, all thanks to four young boys who had dared to grope me on a bus. They had unleashed a whore, and there was no stopping me now. I was ready for whatever dirty, sexual adventures lay ahead.
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