No Turning Back



My name is Wanda.  My story started only three months ago
but it seems longer. I was a loving mother with two kids, a
devoted wife to my husband who I loved very much, a
successful teacher with tenure, and an active church member.
I have raging hormones that trigger changes in my
personality and behavior. I can go from choir singer to slut
as fast as it takes to walk out the church door. Sometimes I
feel I have it too good and I am too comfortable and then
along come my "Ms. Slut" personality and watch out!

I was a normal person. I would live each day within itself.
I really didn't worry about the future. In fact I would have
been happy to put everything on pause for an eternity. That
was one perspective of my life. The other side was filled
with fantasies. You know the ones that make your life a
little more exciting without taking on the risks. A lot of
"what ifs" can replace the real thing. It is almost like
living vicariously as someone else truly experiences the
real thing. I think that is why sports are so popular with
men. They can watch sports stars win or fail and it does not
affect them.

My fantasies were fun and I enjoyed them. I have noticed
that over the years my fantasies have had to become more
extreme just to get the same thrill. It is almost like they
say about drugs. It takes more and more just to keep up. I
guess this makes me a sex addict.

My main fantasy had many variations of being a streetwalker.
This allowed me to imagine anything with anybody. I think I
liked the degrading aspect of the fantasy. Having to do what
anyone wanted at any time. I had exploited this fantasy so
much that I was starting to wonder about real whores and how
they acted. I would drive by the bad sections of town and
watch the prostitutes walk up and down the street. Most of
them looked bad or strung out on drugs but they all knew how
to sell themselves. A little ass wiggling or bouncy tits
usually would do the trick.

As I watched and learned I started to act out at home in the
bedroom. I didn't share my fantasies with my husband. I
didn't think he would understand. I would dress a little
more provocative and without him really realizing it he
became more turned on and aggressive in bed. This was
working so well I thought more surveillance of the
prostitutes might give me more ideas but I didn't want to
put myself in danger by going to that part of town and
sitting in a car.

I was selected teacher of the year in my district I had been
rewarded with a two-day special seminar in Las Vegas over
the coming weekend. My husband had to work the weekend and
it was decided he could keep the kids and make everything
easier to handle. So I thought I would have two nights I
could watch the whores. I was getting wet just thinking
about it. It really made me excited.

When I got to Vegas I checked into the hotel and I was
wandering where I could go to watch. I was a little timid
asking anyone at the hotel. I went to a taxi, got in, and
told him I wanted to ride through the seamier side of Vegas
for a project I was working on. He didn't appear to believe
my reason but we proceeded down the street. In just three
blocks we came upon some streetwalkers but the section of
town didn't look bad. I asked him if this was the place
because of the girls standing around and he said this was
the better part of the seamier side of town. I told him to
drop me off a block ahead and I said I would walk back. I
gave him a big tip and sent him on his way.

As I got out of the taxi I looked back and began studying
what was going on. I began to walk back to the hotel and I
was watching very intently to see everything I could. I was
thinking that this was perfect for what I wanted to do and I
could spend the next two nights observing the action and
listening to the conversation.

The girls looked good and didn't show any characteristics of
drug abuse or other personal mistreatment. They were dressed
nicely but they still had that come fuck me look. The skirts
were short and the cleavage was abundant. One girl looked at
me as I walked by and made a comment about me coming off the
farm. Another girl said if I was to get any action it would
have to be from a blind man.

I suddenly realized that they thought I was one of them. I
was excited to be thought of that way. Then I turned my head
as a girl moved in front of me toward the curb. I had to
stop to keep from running into her. I was right next to her
when she leaned into a car. I heard her ask the guy for a
date and then she said it would be fifty for a blowjob and a
hundred for half and half. I had always wondered how that
was done. It was really easy. She got into the car and I
watched as they drove away and around the corner. I heard
one of the girls tell me that I should have been faster.

I went over to the girl who looked to be 25 or so and asked
her where they went. She laughed and said

"I thought you were out here for business. There is a
parking garage where they pay for parking and the police
cannot bother them. They pay the garage extra for the use."

I decided to walk around to the garage and see for myself. I
noticed some cars and then I saw the car that had picked up
the girl. I decided to just walk through the garage like I
was looking for my car. When I went by the car I could see
the girl's feet on the dashboard as she was reclined in the
riders seat. The guy was obviously humping away and was soon
to be done. There was a concrete post next to the car and I
was able to stand behind it without anyone noticing. I could
hear him grunting but she was putting on a show. She was
telling him how big he was and was having an orgasm. I
turned to leave and before I got to the stairway I saw two
more cars occupied in the same way. I was excited, horny and
wet.

As I was exiting the parking garage I was thinking about
what the girls had said about my appearance. It would be
neat to at least get a car to stop and ask me. Of course I
would act offended but that situation could drive my
fantasies for a month.

I was in the stairway and looked at what I had on. I took
off my pantyhose. It was a good thing I kept a suntan. I
wish I had worn panties but it wouldn't matter. My skirt was
already short enough. I figured that this was enough. I
wasn't going to give my tits any extra bounce and I had to
walk into the hotel on the way back so I couldn't look too
bad.

I was on my way and was really self-conscience about the way
I looked. I avoided the girls where I passed before and came
out a block ahead. I was so excited. Here I was walking down
the street like a prostitute. Looking a little like one and
definitely feeling excited. I was really hot.  After about
half a block I saw a car slowing down and the guy was taking
a look. I slowed my pace down a bit and tried to give eye
contact. He pulled over and stopped the car and motioned for
me to come closer. My heart was beating fast. I would have
gone into orgasm with the slightest touch. This was a total
stranger; I could see he was black, about to negotiate with
me over my most private and prized possession. And it
appeared I was there to close the deal.

He said, "Hey Babe, could you help me out?"

That did not sound like a pick up line to me. So I went over
to the car and leaned down so I could see through the
window.

"I don't know if I can help. I am from out of town."  

He said, " I think you can help. You don't look like you
belong out here but I've been wrong before."

I thought I would play along.

"What you mean by belonging out here. I am just walking to
my hotel."

He said, "Yeah, yeah you look like a working girl to me. How
much?"

Wow! This had turned around very quickly. I am not ready for
the word game to come to an end. It was like foreplay. I
wanted more. So I could tell him to push off or I could
banter with him about price. So I just repeated what I had
heard.

"Fifty for a blowjob and a hundred for half and half"

I couldn't believe I had gone this far for the thrill. I was
beginning to wonder where the stopping point was. He broke
my dream state.

"So you are just like the others here, at least in price.
Get in."

I stood there looking at him not believing what he had said.
He wanted me to get in the car, ride around the corner,
park, blow him, and then fuck him. The process seemed so
mechanical. No emotion. No feeling.

"Well, Get In!"

I liked the negotiation part and I was really anxious. I got
in the car thinking I still had time to get out once we were
in the parking lot. So for two blocks I could carry on the
dialogue. As we drove past the girls standing on the street
I couldn't help but smile at them. I had snared this john
and I wasn't even in the business.

I found out his name was Samuel and he told me that new
girls on the street had to pay to be on the street. He said
that he was going to fuck me for nothing.

I was getting an uneasy feeling. This guy knew where to go.
He pulled into the parking garage and into a dark area. Just
as we stopped another black guy, Reggie, stepped out from a
Lincoln and came over to my window.

He said, "If you are going to work in here you got to pay
the toll."

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his big cock. It was
only half erect and was getting bigger. All I was trying to
do was have a little excitement. I was going to get out of
the car and leave. But this guy would not believe me now and
he was really getting excited. Very quickly he grabbed my
hair and pulled my head through the open window and stuck
his cock in my mouth. This had pulled me out of the seat and
stuck my ass into the air. Samuel started to rub my clit.

Reggie started fucking my mouth. I opened up as much as
possible but I was gagging and swallowing as fast as I
could. Samuel had pulled his cock out and started pushing
into my cunt. He felt huge. He finally got it in and started
fucking me long and hard. I was Cumming all over the place.

This was definitely a quick fuck. Reggie started Cumming
first and I damn near drowned. Then I felt Samuel jerking in
my pussy. The sperm was streaming out of me in globs. I was
a real mess.

Reggie zipped himself up and told me if I was going to work
these streets I would have to pay them half the take. Then
they told me to get my ass out there and make some money.

So I walked out to the street where the other girls were.
One of the girls made the obvious comment that I looked like
I had been introduced to Reggie. She said it was written all
over my face. It was also written all over my pussy and
legs.

There are some decisions you make in your life that is
guided by careful thought and planning and then there are
decisions that are made by your pussy. My pussy has won
total victory and to hell with everything else.

I never attended the seminar that weekend. I never went back
home. Once I crossed over from fantasy to real world I could
not live vicariously anymore.

I walk the streets, I make house calls, and I work parties.
Wherever there is a hard cock I'll be there. I like making
the deals. But most of all I like new and strange cocks.
Big, small, covered or bare, I'll be there.



 


 
