Origins of a Whore Part 2

I soon found myself busier, and going out as Danielle more and more often. I had also found I needed to expand my wardrobe too. I now had a lot of outfits, dresses, skirts, blouses, sweaters, shoes, and accessories that had consumed a large amount of my walk-in closet. My shoes and boots had occupied a large rack in the closet to capacity. I also had several drawers full of lingerie and stockings and at least a dozen wigs of different colors and styles on their Styrofoam heads. One large drawer of the vanity held nothing but all of my makeup and nail products. I had also acquired several sets of breast forms and with the money I had made whoring, I had purchased a very high quality set that I could glue onto my chest, which made things more realistic. I could now attend a concert or a play dressed in a formal, or hang out on one of the side streets dressed like a hooker, and everything in between. Depending upon my mood and my schedule, I either had appointments, was hanging out at bars or hotels, and sometimes I even cruised the streets. My height was imposing enough in heels that no one ever gave me trouble. I also used the local “free papers” and worked the personals. In addition to hooking, I also enjoyed BDSM, and had visited several dominatrixes and “dungeons”, and attended the local fetish balls that were held quarterly in an old industrial building that had been converted into a nightclub. One of the “dommes” had expressed an interest in me helping her with some of her clients. The pay was excellent and it was a fun activity. I was staying very active.
One night while attending a Fetish Ball, I had also met a married couple who had fetish parties. They had invited me and I had attended several times. The parties were held in an older building near downtown and you had to confirm in advance that you would be attending so your name would be on the list. There were usually several mistresses there dishing out some corporal punishment. The rules were quite simple. You had to ask someone permission to play before you could touch them, and safe words were mandatory. There was also an object called “The Box”. It was wooden with sides about seven feet high. Each side had numerous openings located all over so observers outside could view people inside. They were also several inches wide so people could reach in or insert their breast or cock. A strobe light would be turned on when a couple, or whomever was playing inside. This particular night I had expressed an interest in “going in” the box to my friends. Our hostess, whom I’ll call Josie, was all for it and I asked if we could make it a big glory hole so I could suck all the cocks whose owners wanted blow jobs. Her eyes widened and she smiled, eager to make it happen. I asked if we could charge money. She frowned because there was already an admission fee for the party but shrugged and said, “Maybe. Hell, why not?” We agree to wait and see what happened. About an hour later a girl went into the box with a guy who proceeded to fuck her from behind with what seemed to be a huge cock because she was moaning very loudly. She soon had another guy banging her and this went on for about fifteen minutes until one of the guys came and the second followed soon after. A few minutes later Josie walked over to me and asked if I was still interested. I nodded and she smiled and beckoned me forward with a finger. I entered the box and sat down on the stool she had provided me. She must have passed the word that there was a willing cock sucker in the box because in less than a minute a hard cock entered through one of the openings. I immediately began fellating it and was rewarded with some praise as the strobe light began. Soon, another cock appeared and I began to stroke it. I realized why she had placed the stool in the box because it rotated. I was able to swing around and suck on a cock and then quickly move to another. I quickly lost count of how many dicks were in the box. I just kept on sucking and stroking as fast as I could. I could see that the guys were all stroking their cocks when I wasn’t sucking or stroking them. Soon, one of the guys called me and said he was cumming. I moved to him and began to suck him in earnest until he blew his load in my mouth. I swallowed his cum and licked him clean before moving on to another throbbing hard on. It seemed like every few minutes another guy was ready to shoot. There was now no shortage of hard man meat in the box. I managed to gobble down most of them cum, but a couple times they finished by jacking off onto my face, or pulling out as they came, spurting onto my lips and chin. Some of the guys smeared their cocks against my face after they came. It was becoming difficult to service all of them but I continued as best as I could. Despite the music playing I could hear everyone encouraging me and the guys as well. My own cock was straining against my gaff and I could feel it oozing precum soaking the narrow part between my ass cheeks.
“Fuck her face”, “Stuff it in!”, “Take it all!”, were what I heard and then a chant began. It would be the number of the cock I was sucking off. I was surprised to hear the number “seven” being chanted over and over. I was about to take my seventh load of cum. That cock, spurted a huge load and I couldn’t take all of it. Some dribbled out of my mouth and I wiped it off my cheek with one finger and licked it up. I smiled as the guys all cheered and began to move on after a moment. Then Josie touched my shoulder and whispered in my ear.
“Do you want your ass fucked?” she asked. I turned and looked into her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s got a condom on,” she said grinning. I smiled and nodded enthusiastically. I turned and resumed fellating another hard dick. A few moments later I felt a pair of hands moving up my thighs. Another pair of hands moved me off of the stool and helped me kneel on a pillow. The first set of hands smoothly removed my gaff and then I felt my ass being lubed up. I felt my skirt hiked up over my ass as I continued to jack off a pair of cocks while I sucked on the third. The cock I was sucking was smaller and I was able to deep throat him with no trouble while I moaned like a whore. I could not see that well with the strobe going but I could see enough. It seemed like only a minute or less before the first cock slid into my ass an inch or so. I gasped as the cock slipped from my mouth and then I cried out.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned. A second or two later his cock spasmed and spewed a huge load of jism all over my face. He may have been small in size but he was a very big cummer. The guy fucking me held my head steady as the guy cumming kept his aim steady and squirted again and again. Everyone cheered as I struggled to take all of his load in my mouth. After he finished another cock moved forward and into my waiting mouth. The man behind me now took hold of my hips and slid in deeper. After a few initial strokes, he found his rhythm and began to pound my ass with his hard dick. He fucked me hard as I worked on the other dicks with my hands and mouth. I was just finishing up drinking down the cum from the tenth cock of the evening when the guy behind me leaned into me hard and gasped he was going to cum. Grabbing my hips, he pushed in deeper, and then thrusted hard. I could feel him throbbing as he shuddered and cried out “Yes!” I nodded, gasped as a mouthful of cum spilled out, and groaned as he suddenly pulled out. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him strip off his condom. I moved to him as he up ended it and poured out the huge load of cum onto my face and into my mouth. He helped me to my feet and I followed him out of the box. I stumbled slightly and accepted a drink from the hostess as I sat down near the bar, and wiped my chin. After a moment, I walked across the room enjoying a lot of applause and cheers and entered the bathroom. I was a mess of course with cum all over my face, wig, black satin blouse, leather skirt, and stockings. I took a tissue and cleaned up my face and clothes as best as I could and then repaired my makeup. Just as I was finishing fixing my lipstick, a tall, handsome, and tanned gentleman walked in to the bathroom. He smiled at me and relieved himself in the urinal.
“That was quite a show you put on out there,” he said. I looked at him in the mirror and smiled back.
“Thanks. Were you one of my co-stars?” I asked licking my lips. He laughed gently and zipped himself up and walked to the sink.
“No, there wasn’t a lot of room. You’re quite popular.” I laughed slightly and smiled thanking him again.
“I’m more of a one on one guy anyway,” he said pulling down the paper towels to dry his hands. I closed my lipstick and dropped it in my purse, as I studied him. He was wearing a light grey suit and was greying slightly at the temples, and I could smell his cologne. I leaned against the counter and touched his hand lightly with my fingers.
“One on one is nice, so much more intimate,” I said softly. He nodded and took my hand in his kissing it.
“Are you interested in having some more fun?” he asked. Before I could answer he went on.
“Or are you tired?” I shook my head gently. We walked out and I went to get my coat. A moment later, Josie approached me with a big smile.
“You were fantastic!” she gushed. She then discreetly pressed a stack of money into my hands. I looked at her in surprise.
“How much is this?” Josie grinned and told me the total.
“I kept ten percent. Is that okay with you?” I nodded affirmatively and we hugged.
“I figured that’s fair since I’m now a madam,” she said laughing. I nodded and quickly slipped the wad of cash into my purse as handsome in the grey suit approached.
“Am I interrupting?” he asked.
“Not at all. John, have you met our little entertainer, Danielle?” John smiled.
“Briefly yes,” he said smiling and kissing my hand.
“He caught me after I had tidied up thank goodness.” Josie smiled.
“Well, have fun you two,” Josie said as she kissed me on the cheek and whispered “thanks” in my ear. John then offered me a glass.
“White wine okay?” I smiled and nodded.
“Thank you,” I said taking the glass. We moved to a quiet corner where John and I chatted for a few minutes about our interests. Across the room in a quiet corner a dominatrix was putting a submissive through his paces. I noticed John watching intently.
“Is that something you fancy?” He turned and blushed for a moment. I smiled
“John, have you been a bad boy?” I said with a slight giggle. He nodded shyly.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I clicked with my tongue.
“I had such a crush on one teacher. I’d mess up on purpose just to get paddled,” he admitted.
“Tell me everything,” I whispered. We talked for another half hour during which time John detailed his submissive desires and experience with mistresses and dominatrixes. I understood all too well because I loved the same things, only I had almost always been dressed as a naughty schoolgirl who was being punished. Since I was a slut, my mistress would try to fuck the lust out of me, which of course only worked for a short time. But that’s another story. John informed me that he had a play room set up and asked if I would be interested in joining him tonight. Since it was late, and I wasn’t dressed appropriately for that “role”, I declined. I offered that I was interested in doing that another time though and would he like to stay here for a while? He agreed, gave me his card, and we wandered off to a darkened area and sat on a leather couch. There were translucent curtains around the area so it was semi private. John moved closer and kissed my neck telling me how incredible sexy I looked as I was fucked while sucking one dick after another. I moaned as he kissed me and ran my hand over his thigh. I turned to kiss him and he whispered that he had seen Josie handing me money, and he asked how much I wanted. I put a finger to his lips as I caressed the hardness in his pants and whispered to him.
“Shhh. You’re talking too much.” We made out for a while longer and then I told him to relax. I began to unbuckle his belt but he stopped me.
“No, not here.”
“Where?”
“My car.” I nodded and went to get my coat. John joined me a moment later. I kissed Josie good-bye and we were on our way. He had a very nice Jaguar and after a few minutes it was nice and warm. John drove us to a quiet side street nearby. We agreed on his immediate desire and he slipped me the cash. I proceeded to fellate his respectable sized prick for the next twenty minutes. He was pretty much ready to cum but I kept edging him up and stopping before it was too late. Finally, I let him go and he came in my mouth. It was a big load too and I made lots of noise swallowing and moaning which seemed to really turn him on. I gently licked his super sensitive member as clean as possible and then moved up to kiss him. He savored his taste for a moment and we necked a little while longer. He zipped up and drove me to a location close enough to my apartment, but not close enough for him to figure out where I lived. I watched as he drove away and then after he was out of sight I turned around and headed in a different direction. It was a one way only street so if he had tried to follow me, I would have already disappeared. I turned down a side street and listened to my heels clicking loudly on the pavement. Coming to the corner I turned and headed down a busier street past several bars and then paused at the corner waiting for the light to change. A moment later a cute couple paused next to me waiting for the light. The girl was cute with shoulder length curly hair. Her boyfriend, I assumed, was a hunk with dark hair, chiseled features, and a physique that his jacket could not conceal. I smiled and nodded good evening. The girl leaned towards me and spoke so softly I almost didn’t hear her question.
“How much?” I paused to ensure I had heard her correctly and then smiled.
“Fifty,” I said without hesitation. She giggled and the light changed. I motioned her to follow me and after crossing the street I motioned for them to follow me down the alley. I could look up the block and see the windows of my apartment. I stopped at a dark spot and motioned with my hand for the money.
“What are you doing?” The girl handed me five ten dollar bills.
“Buying you a birthday present baby,” she said with a smile.
“Do you have a condom?” she asked. I shook my head.
“Fifty gets him head sweetie. Sex is another fifty,” I said quickly.
“Blow him,” she said. Baby was still in a bit of shock and I wasted no time in getting him undone and out of his blue jeans. A moment later I had him in my mouth and was bobbing furiously.
“Oh God,” I heard him moan. Blondie kept up a quiet running commentary that was rather amusing.
“Fuck her face baby. Fuck that bitch baby.” I was squatting before him and stroking his rapidly hardening shaft as I sucked him loudly. I could hear traffic in the background and glanced up to see her kissing him and telling him to “fill my mouth with hot creamy cum.” I found myself getting harder myself and the hunk before me was now stiff and hard as stone. He was moaning and she was encouraging him as I continued to stroke, lick, and suck his throbbing member. I was surprised because I had only sucked him for maybe five minutes when he suddenly gasped, groaned, and exploded into my mouth. I continued to gulp down his considerable load as I stroked and then followed the blonde’s orders releasing him from my warm and wet mouth. He continued to squirt and I let it hit my chin and lips as he watched. I smiled and winked at him as the girl grasped his cock and stroked the cum from his cock. His load was all over my face and blouse. I licked him clean and then rose from my position. I grabbed the blonde and kissed her deeply letting her get a taste of her man. Then I turned to him and kissed him as well leaving a fair amount on his lips. I licked my lips and thanked them before they turned to go as the hunk zipped up barely able to keep his balance. I didn’t even bother to wipe the jism off my chin as I strolled out of the alley and walked another block to my apartment building. A few minutes later I was in my apartment sipping a cold glass of white wine as I looked into the downstairs bathroom mirror. The face looking back at me was pretty, still partially covered in man goo, and sexy as Hell. I took another sip and raised my glass.
“Cheers, you fucking whore.”