I was a good Catholic girl and I didn’t allow sex before marriage, despite having many friends. That’s why I was shocked when my husband showed me a contact magazine, and showed me that a man offered to buy used panties from any married woman in London, where we live.
However, we were running out of money, and Hubby, Jonathon, said what harm could do to sell my panties, so he persuaded me to let him answer and arrange a meeting at a local Saloon bar. We met the man, and he seemed very nice, and complimented me on my look, and we had a couple of drinks, and I became pretty excited about this man’s idea of my panties, to deal with, but he wanted, though naughty. Finally, as we had more drinks, I became bolder, and when he invited us back home, I easily agreed to follow the plan.
When we came home, which was charming and warm, he asked me to wait in his room while he had a word with my husband. When he entered the room, closing the door with Hubby still in the living room, he said everything was arranged, and he was now paying me to lift my skirt, so he could take off my panties. Well, I was a little happy right now, a little confused, and very excited, like no one had ever seen me without panties before, except hubby!
So he gave me the agreed money, put it on the night office where I could see it, and said, “Good Lily, raise your skirt, so can see what I paid for.” So, with all my heart, I slowly raised my skirt, above my stockings, above my waist, so he could see my pretty lacy panties. “Beautiful,” he said, “What fantastic legs and creamy white thighs and beautiful underwear.”
My heart was beating, and I tried to stay still, even when he started to run his hand up my legs, beyond my stockings, and then began to gently feel my pussy lips through my panties. He then hung his thumbs in the elastic top of my panties and quickly lowered them, and his eyes shone looking at my bare pussy. “You’re all wet and waiting,” he says. “Leave on the bed and cut your legs, so I can take off the panties on your shoes, and close my eyes. "
So I did what I was told, but he realized that he was now kneeling between my legs on the bed, and told me to slowly open my eyes. He was touching my pussy lips wet with one hand, rubbing his big naked cock with the other, and I almost orgasmic there and then.
“Listen now, dear,” he said, “Your husband said I can fuck you if I give you double the money we agreed, so you’ll now become my whore; You understand! “Yes, sir, I barely managed to answer, wanting to feel his huge cock in me.” With this, he put the extra money on the bedside cabinet, urgently ripped off my open blouse, pushed my bra, then lowered on me, pushing his bare dick hard on me.
He started pinching my nipples, as he shoved me vigorously, and then started whispering in my ear “You’re a whore, aren’t you, a whore. Tell me to fuck you, bitch, answer me now. I loved him; I had never been so excited in my life, so answer: “Yes sir, I am your whore, your whore, fuck me, sir, fuck me, please”.
He fucked me more and more, pinching my nipples harder and harder, and as I was orgasming again, I felt it was spreading deep inside me! When he stopped, he hugged me for a while, and then he said, “Fantastic, I want to see you every week from now on; You’re the best prostitute I’ve ever had.” As I slowly dressed, I thought: “Yes, I suppose I am now a prostitute, having had a man who fucks me for money; And yet I loved him. I’ll be back next week for more, and every week he wants me. Fancy being “paid” for spending the best time in my life, the best fucking ever!”
When I got into the car, I told Hubby what happened, but he knew he was listening to the doorhole, and even had a nice view of us on the bed. He was as excited as I am. What a wimp he really is, I’ve decided! Since I went into our house, I could feel all the cum of the guy running on my legs, like I didn’t have panties, and I couldn’t wait to get hubby in the room and make him see all the cum of the other guy coming out of my used pussy. Hubby became very excited and had her little hard dick out jerking hard, and went into my used pussy, but I stopped her and said “I’m a paid whore now, so YOU too will have to pay if you ever want my favors, my dear. "
Hubby quickly emptied his wallet, gave me all his money and started to fuck me and was shocked but delighted to hear me say “I’m a whore, a whore, fuck me, fuck me, but PAY me, every time.” So started a new phase of my life, making money as a prostitute, and soon make hubby wear a condom when he fucked me, and finally deny him access to my body at all, but tell him how I loved much more dicks than his little one now.