The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ashley was ready for today. Today was the day she would finally take the GMAT. She had studied. She had taken prep courses and done pre-tests. She bought copies of old, retired exams and breezed through them. She was ready.

Ashley turned back to the mirror and reflected on her life so far. It hadn’t turned out the way she had thought it would. She had always figured that when she had graduated from college that she would go straight into an MBA program. She thought that she would be a high powered business woman by now, flying high on her own success. She looked around at the modest house she lived in. She loved Jack, her husband of 14 years. She loved Mandy, her daughter of 15 and Billy, her son of ten. They had talked about it, and Jack finally agreed that they didn’t need her at the house anymore; work was the place for her to be. This test was the key to her freedom. If she did well she could go to school and then beat the streets and find some real work. She could get them out of this dump they called a house and into a real home!

At least she didn’t look bad for a 35 year old mother of two. She still had no wrinkles and her light brown hair came down to her shoulders. Her breasts were still firm, though there wasn’t much there in the first place to sag. It didn’t bother her, though. She figured once she got into the business world it would help men to look her in the eyes instead of the chest.

She was wearing a modest grey pants suit today with a white blouse underneath and short one inch black heels. Jack asked why she was wearing a suit to the test. She answered the only way she could. “I have to start being the woman I want to be today, not tomorrow.”

Once Jack had left for work, and she had shuffled the kids off to school, Ashley took one last look around the house. She heaved a sigh, and left to take the test that would shape her destiny.

It was ironic, she thought to herself, that the test was being given at the local community college. This was not the kind of place Ashley planned to attend. With the grades Ashley had graduated with all those years ago, and the score she was bound to get today, she knew she was going to be going Ivy League. She looked around at the students on campus and thought, “This will be the last time I see students of such caliber that they can’t be bothered to fill out a school application. That they get by with a GRE instead of a high school diploma. That they…” She turned around and realized she not been paying attention to where she was going and had no idea where she was. She tapped the shoulder of the first student she saw and asked, “Excuse me, where is Berkshire Hall?”

“Two buildings over, can’t miss it,” the kid replied.

Ashley recoiled and didn’t even thank the boy. He was dressed in all black, had spiked black hair and, of all things, black make-up. “What boy wears make-up?” Ashley thought.

Ashley quickly made her way over to Berkshire Hall and found the proper room. She checked in with the proctor for the exam. He escorted her to her locker to drop off her belongings and then to her computer terminal. Almost as soon as she sat down the proctor informed everybody the test was ready to begin.

The first section for the test was the Analytical Writing section—the essay. The question appeared on Ashley’s computer screen and she got right to work.

“The southern part of the city had shown a growth in incidents of prostitution. Streetwalkers were shaking their asses and titties in the faces of their johns and making a killing, and the city seemed powerless to stop them. The police finally decided to fight back and hit them in their wallets. They started a large scale sting operation in an attempt to stop the johns from soliciting from the whores. The strategy backfired however, when the police chief had to fire two female officers for actually prostituting themselves after work on the side.

“Why did the police strategy fail? What other strategies might have been more effective? Once the city was successful in removing the whores from the streets, what strategies might they employ to ensure that they stay off the streets?”

Ashley read through the question a second time. Did it really say “asses and titties?” Who the hell wrote this thing? This was nothing like the practice tests she had taken. She stared at the computer screen for just a moment more and thought about it. “This is the test I have. Aside from the vulgar language and the unlikely situation of the cops starting to whore themselves out after work…I can still write analytically about it…I guess.”

She sat up straight and started to type.

“The sting operation was unsuccessful because while it removed johns from the streets, the prostitutes could just find new places to do their business. Seedy motel rooms and other places have been used in the past as places for these kinds of criminals to do their business. Because of this, a two-pronged assault would have been more effective. While the sting operation was necessary to remove johns from the street, the police also needed to redouble their efforts to arrest the actual whores themselves. Going with the sting operation idea, male officers could set themselves up as johns, and when a known prostitute solicits them they could arrest her. The police could also get the local media involved in their sting operations. By shaming the johns publicly, they could prevent the johns from soliciting the prostitutes again. The city should also consider passing more stringent laws against prostitution. Since the offenders don’t seem worried about the current legislation, perhaps that would help keep them off the streets in the future as well.”

There! Ashley went back and read through what she had written. It seemed good, but something was bothering her about her answer. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something seemed incomplete; something seemed wrong somehow. She went back and re-read the question when it hit her. She had completely ignored a key piece of information they had given her! “The police chief had to fire two female officers for actually prostituting after work on the side.” She hadn’t explained that at all! She looked back at her answer and tried to figure out where she could work it in, but she couldn’t even find a place where it would make sense to insert it. She had completely failed in her reasoning because she hadn’t read the question carefully…damn, no wonder her answer had felt wrong. Now she had to start over! This time though, she would read the question very carefully and think it through before committing anything to the essay.

The more Ashley read through the question, the more she thought about it, the more crucial that last, forgotten bit seemed to be. Why would the police start whoring themselves out? That was the critical question. Well, if she was to think about it, the answer will probably be somewhere in the question they gave her. Why did the police decide on a sting? They were doing it to take money away from the whores. Logically, that meant that whores were in it for the money, right? I mean…they’re low, depraved sinners too…they probably live for sex…but they could just go home and have sex. They’re whores for the money. Maybe the cops saw how much money they were making and were just unable to resist? Could that be possible? Do prostitutes make that much money? Ashley pulled out the pad of paper they gave her to do some quick calculations. Let’s see…let’s say a whore charges $20 per…service. And let’s say she finds 2 men per hour and “works” an 8 hour “shift” 5 days /week, 52 weeks/ year…that’s $83,200 /year. Oh my God. That’s a lot of money—and no man takes 30 minutes. If she’s good she might be able to get a third man in there some hours. No wonder the whores do it! That’s more money than Ashley thought to be making when she graduated with her MBA! And talk about job security! It’s not like men are going to stop wanting sex anytime soon, or are going to find a place besides women to get it. Ashley sat up straight again and started typing a new essay.

“The city’s strategy failed because they didn’t take into account the lure of the profession. Prostitution isn’t just about “shaking asses and titties” in the faces of your johns; it’s about the awesome amounts of money you can make. When the police chief sent his female officers out into the field, they saw how much cash the whores were raking in, and they decided they wanted in on the deal. Because of this, the city’s strategy failed, and instead of removing the whores from the streets, they added two more.

“The city underestimated the whores. It underestimated the lure of the money. A more sound strategy than putting more women in a position to be tempted into the profession would have been to legalize the profession and move it off of the streets. Such a move would not be unprecedented as several cities in Nevada have legalized prostitution. By legalizing prostitution, and moving it into sanctioned brothels, the whores are moved off the streets. They are still in a position to make tons of cash, but they are off the streets at night. It is also a permanent solution, and they should not be back on the streets again, as they now have a safe place to make money shaking their titties.

Ashley read through her new answer. “Much better than the first one,” she thought. It closed up any loopholes, it addressed all the issues, and it just ‘felt’ right. As she read through it one last time she got that tingly feeling that said, “This answer is right.” She knew she had nailed it. She wasn’t sure how long she had until the break but it couldn’t be too long considering she had to write her essay twice. She stretched in her seat and thought, “Do whores really make that much money? If so, it’s easy to see why they do it. I mean, it’s not something I could do...but that much money sure would be nice. I’m not sure I have what it takes though, if you know what I mean...”

She looked down at herself. “Shaking their titties,” she thought. She gave hers a little shake. Not much movement. She undid the top three buttons of her blouse and shook them again. Still not much movement, but at least she could see it now. “Well, that’s depressing,” she thought. “First thing I’m going to do when I get a job is to buy bigger titties.”

“Time is up!” announced the proctor at the same time the computer wiped the essay from her screen. “It’s now time for a brief break. Those that indicated they wish to leave for break will be escorted out and back again.”

Ashley saw no reason to leave and stayed in her seat for the break. She tried a few more titty shakes but had no more success than with the previous ones. Once the proctor had escorted everybody back to their seats and everybody was settled, she got ready for the next part of the exam-Quantitative Reasoning. Everything from here on out was multiple choice; she had studied hard and she just hoped it paid off.

Ok, question one....here we go!

1) A whore walks the streets of the big city with a friend for protection, companionship, and to help each other’s sales. Unfortunately, the plan backfires, and her friend seems to get all the johns. The whore refuses to give up, however. She hikes up her skirt, lowers her price, and sells her cunt all over town. The whore’s usual price is $25 per fuck and $10 per blowjob, but tonight, everything was 10% off. She gave less than ten blowjobs. If she made $369, how many men did she fuck and how many did she blow?

1. 14 fucks, 6 blowjobs
2. 14 fucks, 5 blowjobs
3. 13 fucks, 6 blowjobs
4. 13 fucks, 7 blowjobs

“Ok...these test writers have got a real thing for prostitutes,” Ashley thought to herself. “And the language in this question is even more vulgar than in the essay!” ‘Blowjob,’ ‘fuck,’ and even ‘cunt!’” It’s not like she was some total prude that had never seen or heard those words before, but a standardized test didn’t seem the appropriate place for them.

“Well, at least it’s an easy question,” she figured. “Basic math!” She pulled out her pad of paper again, did some figures, and decided that option ‘A’ was the correct one. As she keyed it into the computer she thought about the math she had just done. While she had kind of thought it through a little bit while she was calculating income potential, she hadn’t thought about just how much fucking a whore has to do to make that money. 14 different men in her cunt and 6 in her mouth in just one night? Wow. A whore must really like sex. Ashley thought back to the last time she and Jack had made love—it was almost three months ago, which was a shame. Jack knew how to touch her. He knew to lick her. He knew how to fill her and thrust into her, and...

Whoa...ok, enough of that. Ashley knew she really liked sex, but she must be missing it more than she thought. “I don’t know if I could welcome 14 strange men into my cunt every day, but as soon as Jack gets home tonight, he’s going to have a wife to service,” she thought. Trying to ignore the damp feeling in her panties, she shook her titties again and finally looked back at the computer for question two.

2) There’s a new whore on the streets of the city—she’s willing, and she’s excited to start making money, but she’s having trouble finding customers. All her potential johns keep driving past her and picking up the other whores. Seeking advice, the young whore found a seasoned professional and asked what she was doing wrong. The woman said to her, “You’re running a business honey. Learn to advertise.” What did the experienced prostitute most likely mean that the young whore was doing wrong?

1. She was not making her prices clear enough
2. She looked too much like an undercover cop
3. She was not dressed provocatively enough
4. She should open a Facebook page describing where she would be each night

“Ok, this is becoming an unhealthy obsession with prostitution. Is anything in this test not about whores?!” Ashley knew the test adapted to the test taker and changed the questions that it gave depending on whether or not questions were answered correctly and all that…but she couldn’t help but wonder if everybody else was having the same test taking experience as she was. This seemed a bit ridiculous. But…ridiculous or not, this was the test she had—so she might as well take it.

The question here seemed to be on how a whore advertises. While she figured it would be important to not look like an undercover cop that answer didn’t seem to fit. She eliminated it. It also didn’t seem prudent to advertise on Facebook where you are going to be every night, especially considering the legal standing of prostitution…so she eliminated choice ‘D’ as well. While ‘A’ didn’t seem like a terrible answer, she figured a good whore would probably just tell her prices once the john had already stopped. A good whore needed to advertise her goods, not her prices—and what were a whore’s goods? A whore sold her body for money, so a whore’s goods would be her body…so she needed to advertise her body. If a whore was not dressed provocatively enough, men might not even know she was a prostitute. Or if they did know, they might not think she was hot enough to want to pay to fuck her. She keyed in the answer ‘C.’ Ashley looked down at herself—she had undone her top three buttons so that she could see her titties shake. That was pretty provocative, wasn’t it? It was certainly the most provocatively she had ever dressed. Well, it was the most provocatively she had ever dressed in public, she supposed. She had some lingerie and such at home for getting Jack in the mood. She supposed that if she wore sexy things at home for her husband, then it was only natural that whores would wear sexy things for their johns.

Lost in her daydreaming, Ashley failed to even look at the computer for question three. “Well, what’s wrong with dressing sexy?” she wondered. “I love how I feel when I’m sexy for Jack. It makes me feel like a real woman! Is that how the whores feel all day long? Walking around feeling sexy, trying to entice men into paying them for feeling that way?” Ashley undid another button on her blouse and shook her titties again. It made her feel sexy. She took a moment to enjoy the damp feeling in her panties and thought about what she would do to Jack tonight. “Maybe I’ll make him pay for it...just for fun!” Looking up from her chest to the computer caused her to panic though, “Question three? I’m only on three?! My God, what am I doing?! Get a grip!” She took a quick deep breath to calm her nerves and got back to work.

3). A whore on the streets has been making a decent living, but some of her friends do much better. She works very hard and is out every night turning tricks; she can’t figure out why she’s not doing as well. After some research into the matter, it seems that her tits are too small. Whores with bigger tits, her research shows, are proven to both find more johns, and earn more money per trick. Considering it an investment, the whore decides to get bigger tits. What is the minimum tit size she should get to maximize her success in the streets?

1. B
2. C
3. D
4. E

While she was no longer surprised to find another question about prostitution, Ashley still found this one different somehow. This was almost an opinion question. It was like they were asking her, “What size tits do you like on your whores?” While she understood the premise behind it there just seemed to be nothing to actually figure out. Just...“What size should a whore’s tits be?” “Well, obviously bigger than mine,” Ashley thought while pulling open her mostly unbuttoned blouse and looking down at her titties. “They don’t even list ‘A’ cup as a choice.”

“Why am I even calling them titties,” she wondered? “Boobs this small don’t deserve to be called titties.” She shook them again and steeled her resolve, “I am definitely getting bigger tits the second I have some cash.“

Oh well, back to business! “If this whore’s research shows that bigger tits mean bigger bucks, and she’s already getting a boob job, then she might as well go the way!” Ashley keyed in answer ‘D’ for ‘E cup’ and crossed her fingers that it was the right choice. Before looking at question four, Ashley pulled open her blouse and looked down at her boobs again. Feeling disappointed, and knowing how far behind she was on the test, she let the blouse fall closed. However, just as she started to look towards the computer, she decided to shake her titties...one last time.

She pulled her blouse back open and shook her titties harder than she had shaken them all day—or at least she figured she must have shaken them harder because when she stopped, they kept jiggling for a second or two longer than normal. Trying it again yielded the same results, only this time Ashley noticed something else...something incredible. “My titties are bigger.” It was unlikely. It was impossible...but it was also true. At first, she didn’t notice because of the bra...but now they were about to completely overflow it; the bra was starting to cut into her back and shoulders and it was actually getting painful. She reached back and quickly unhooked the bra and let her expanding titties free before they broke it. She watched in amazement as they just kept on growing. Ashley wiggled out of her bra, trying to be discreet so the proctor wouldn’t notice, and went back to watching her dreams come true.

After another minute the growth finally stopped. Ashley looked down in awe. They had to be like…E cups. “What a coincidence” she thought! “What are the odds of that one?! She gave them an experimental shake. Wow, what a difference! They shook, they wobbled, they bounced, and they came damned close to falling out of her blouse! And she had barely moved! And the best part was the delicious friction of her bare nipples against the blouse! They had gotten rock hard and every movement shot pleasure straight up to her brain and down to her pussy. She sat up straight to try to hide what she was doing from the proctor and snuck her right hand into her blouse to give her left nipple a tiny tweak. She bit her lip and grabbed her chair as her pussy immediately started to spasm. She leaned over in her chair and rode the waves of pleasure as she pinched her nipple as hard she could. She desperately tried to be quiet, and she supposed she had succeeded because as the best orgasm of her life ended nobody asked her to leave. “Best leave that for later,” Ashley decided pulling her hand out of her blouse. Giving her chest a tiny shake, Ashley finally tore her gaze away and lazily looked up at her computer screen.

“Ok…question Four. Four?! Oh God…there are huge penalties for not finishing a section…I’m sitting here playing with my awesome titties and cumming in my chair, and it must be at least half way through time for this section…and I’m only on number four!! No more day dreaming! No more tittie shaking! And definitely no more twisting my nipples until I cum…no matter how good it feels (Jack is in for a surprise when he sees these babies tonight! I’m gonna make him suck on them for an hour, then pay through the nose if wants a shot at my cunt after)!”

4) Correct the following sentences: “The whore, a married woman, became because sex with husband wasn’t enough. One cock, just not enough and money.”

1. “The whore, a married woman, became because sex with her husband became insufficient. One cock was no longer enough, and the money, too.”
2. “The whore was a married woman, became a whore because her husband’s sex wasn’t enough. She wanted money and more cock.
3. “The whore, a married woman, became a whore when sex with her husband was no longer enough for her. One cock was just not enough anymore, and the money was great too.
4. “The whore, a married woman became a whore because sex insufficient with her husband. Money was great and cock.

“Wow…what a surprise…another question about whores,” Ashley thought to her herself. Not that it really bothered her or anything—and it was a pretty easy question. She just needed to correct the grammar. Answer ‘A,’ while a little better, still had most of the grammatical errors of the original sentences. Choice ‘D’ was about the same as ‘A.’ Choice ‘B’ was better, but while she wasn’t an English major in school, she could still spot a comma splice when she saw one. By process of elimination, that left just choice ‘C.’ Ashley figured she should read through it one more time though first, just to be sure, before keying in the answer.

“The whore, a married woman, became a whore when sex with her husband was no longer enough for her. One cock was just not enough anymore, and the money was great too.” Well, the grammar seemed right. On top of that, it seemed to confirm what she figured before…a whore became a whore because she was obsessed with sex and for the awesome money. But what would have to happen to a woman for sex with their husband to be insufficient—for one cock to no longer be enough? “Well, that will never happen to me” she thought! “I’m going to go home tonight and fuck Jack for hours!” She felt her pussy get wetter and rubbed it lightly at the thought. “But…what happens if Jack doesn’t want to fuck for hours?” she suddenly worried. “What if after just an hour or thirty minutes or something he was done? What then?!” Suddenly, Ashley was worried. What if Jack wasn’t enough for her anymore? Is that why they hadn’t fucked in three months? It made sense...why else would she be so horny she couldn’t make it through the GMAT without rubbing herself? But...she loved the way Jack touched her, didn’t she? “But...Jack has never made me cum the way I did today when I grabbed my awesome new titties. Maybe Jack really isn’t enough for me?”

Ashley thought about the proctor for the exam. “He’s pretty cute. I wonder if he has a big cock.” She rubbed her pussy a little harder and finally keyed in her answer to question four. Maybe it was because she had accepted she wouldn’t finish, and maybe it was because it was hard to panic while gently masturbating, but Ashley very calmly moved on to question five.

5) Even though the government has made prostitution illegal, they still highly recommend that if you are going to do it anyway that you always use condoms. Occasionally, however, a whore will refuse to use them. Why would a whore, despite the health and pregnancy risks, forego the use of condoms?

1. Deep down inside, these whores are self-destructive.
2. Bareback fetches higher prices
3. They love the feeling of cum in their cunts
4. Both ‘B’ and ‘C’

“Well, that’s something to think about,” Ashley thought. “Condoms make sense for a whore,” she figured, “but if they are going to refuse they probably have good reasons. Option ‘B’ is a damned good reason. ‘A’ is horrible. So...what about ‘C?’ The best way to answer this is probably to think about myself—do I love the feeling of cum in my cunt? Well, Jack and I never use a condom, so I guess I must. So...option ‘B’ and ‘C’ means ‘D!’” Ashley lazily keyed in her answer.

“No condoms...higher prices...more money. Wow.” Ashley thought about the exam proctor again. She slipped her left hand into her blouse and rubbed her tits; her right kept rubbing her pussy as she fantasized—she would walk up to him, her awesome titties almost hanging out. She would wink at him and whisper what she wanted, and he needed, in his ear. For a modest price she could be all his. They would rush to the bathroom. He would bury his face in her titties and she would cum so hard. Once he got his pants off, she would be pleasantly surprised by the size of his cock. As he moved to put on a condom, she would stop him and shake her head. She would grab the condom and push him to the floor. Then, she would tell him for the low, low price of double her regular price, she would throw the condom away. He would look briefly into her eyes—down to her awesome new titties. Then his gaze would fix on her sopping wet cunt which she would be slowly lowering towards his cock. She would graze against it. Start rubbing her wetness all over him and stick a tittie back in his mouth. After a few seconds he would have no choice but to pay the bareback price. Then, finally, she would grab hold of him and lower herself down until he was all the way in. By this time, they would both be too excited to last long, but she would try to ride him slow for as long as she could. She would grab his hands and make sure they stayed attached to her tits the entire time, and when he got that unmistakable look on his face—the slight squint and look of concentration that says, “Just one more minute, please!” she would start to really move. She would slam herself down on that delicious cock until she felt all his hot, yummy cum filling her exactly where she wanted it. While he was recovering she would find his discarded pants and pull the agreed amount out of his wallet. “Another $5 for a tip? I did good for ya, didn’t I honey?”

Ashley came hard. She bit down on her hand to keep from screaming. She convulsed in her chair; the orgasm seemed never ending. Eventually, of course, it did end. Her fingertips tingling, her nipple sore from how hard she had squeezed it, and her hand with visible teeth marks, Ashley tried to compose herself.

The screen went blank. “Time is up for this section,” the proctor announced. Ashley quickly raised her hand to indicate she wanted to leave during the break. “I’ll escort out anybody who wishes to leave during the break.” The proctor took Ashley and 3 others out of the room. She noted with glee that the proctor stared straight at her chest instead of looking her in the eyes—a new experience for her.

During the brief break, Ashley went straight into the bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, Ashley considered the direction of her life. She had never wavered in her convictions. She had never even considered other possibilities for her life—but now that she didn’t need a high paying business career to fund a boob job, she wasn’t as sure. She shook her titties a bit at the mirror and grew weak at the knees from the sensations that came shooting from her nipples. “I wish I hadn’t worn pants today. A short skirt would show off my legs better. If I could get it really short I could show off my ass, too. Oh well, too late now. At least I can fix this!” Ashley unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. Turning left and right and looking at her new tits in profile she came to a quick decision. Taking off the jacket, she peeled the blouse off and shoved it in the garbage can. She put the jacket back on and buttoned it up to cover her nipples but still show as much creamy white flesh as she could and maybe still be allowed back in to finish the exam. She made her way out of the bathroom and back to the testing room. The proctor did a double take when he saw her. He very slowly pried his eyes from her delicious titties to her face...she winked. The proctor swallowed hard and escorted her back to her computer.

Ashley was disappointed. Some dark part of her had been hoping for a re-enactment of her fantasy. Another part of her wondered why she had bothered coming back to finish the test. She had only answered five questions in the last section. Even if she had gotten all five correct and aced the essay, she had already bombed the exam. “Oh well, might as well finish,” she figured just as the computer gave her the first question.

1) A student fails out of an MBA program after two long years of struggle. She studied hard, but was just unable to pass her classes. Afterwards, unable to find work, the student is left with an unmanageable amount of debt. She declares bankruptcy to clear the personal loans, moves back in with her parents after her husband divorces her, and goes into a tailspin of depression. Where did this student first go wrong?

1. She should have asked her teachers for extra help on class work.
2. She should have divorced her husband before the bankruptcy
3. She should have realized before starting that an MBA program wasn’t the place for her
4. She should have asked her parents for money instead of moving in with them

“Wow...that question didn’t mention whores or prostitution at all! Maybe they’re trying to turn things around! Well, either way, let’s get to work!” Option ‘D’ seemed like too little too late, and wouldn’t be where she first went wrong. While the husband sounded like a jackass, and divorcing him first might have been more satisfying, it also probably wouldn’t have solved anything—so ‘B’ was out too. She was very tempted by ‘A.’ It might have solved the problem. But what if it wasn’t where she first went wrong? Maybe she would have been better off not taking those classes in the first place? MBA programs are expensive, and if you’re not sure you want it and end up flunking out you could fuck up your whole life—just like the student in the question.

Ashley keyed in answer ‘C’ and wondered, “Is that what I’m doing? Fucking up my life by going into a program that isn’t for me?” She looked down at her delicious titties and shook them again, imagining some faceless john across from her to enjoy the show (and paying her to continue). “I don’t need the tit job anymore and there other ways to make lots of money. Am I just doing the business school thing out of habit? I should do something I’ll really enjoy and not just follow old, leftover plans from college.”

Question two popped up on the screen. “Why even bother?” Ashley wondered as she started rubbing herself again. “I’m here, I’ll just do it,” she resolved. “But I’m at least going to enjoy myself.” As she started lazily reading the question, she slowly lowered the zipper of her pants, undid the clasp, and snuck her hand down her panties. “Finally! Penetration! Rubbing is great, but it just can’t compare to the feeling of something sliding in and out of your slick pussy and rubbing against your clit.”

2) Salespeople earn commission on sales, and occasional prizes for high sales. Whores are a kind of salesperson. The cash is their commission—what is their prize?

1. Orgasms
2. Cum in their pussy
3. Cum in their mouth
4. Cum on their face and titties (pearl necklace)
5. All of the above

“Those are some great prizes! And I see we’re back to the prostitute questions...well, at least it’s an easy one.” Ashley sped up her fingering as she worked through the question logically. “Any decent whore will love fucking enough to orgasm along with her johns, so ‘A’ is right. Every working whore will give blowjobs, which means they’ll wind up with cum in their mouth, on their face, and on their tits. I’ve never actually tasted cum, but I’m sure it’s yummy, and I can’t wait to see how it feels rubbing it into my giant new titties. So, ‘C’ and ‘D’ are right, too. We discussed earlier how much more fun and money you get by going bareback...so ‘B’ is right, as well! Looks like it’s ‘E,’ all of the above!

She keyed in the answer and leaned back. “I deserve a reward for figuring out that question.” She slipped a second finger into herself, and her other hand down her jacket to grope roughly at an expanded tit. She imagined telling Jack she had decided against business school. ‘I found a better way to make money,’ she would say. She pinched a nipple and shuddered. She imagined explaining it to her children, Billy and Mandy. ‘Mommy is going to move us to a bigger house!’ They would be so proud of her! So happy! She pressed down on her clit and moaned softly. She pictured all the sexy new clothes she would need—the micro skirts, the towering heels, the halter tops...she stuck a third and fourth finger in and twisted a nipple. She squeaked loudly and leaned way back. “Jack will be my pimp. He’ll drive me to the streets. He’ll be my first cock and my last cock every day, but definitely not my only cock. It will be the best thing to ever happen to me—to my family. I’ll be the best whore ever!” She came loudly. As her body shook and convulsed, her mouth screamed out obscenities that they probably heard two rooms over.

The proctor hurried over expecting to find a woman in the throes of a heart attack. Ashley didn’t mind being kicked out of the GMAT. She had no intention of going to business school. She collected her belongings and got a pleasant surprise on the way back to her car. The nice young man who had helped direct her to the correct building earlier walked right past her. She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her car. “Hi cutie! Remember me?”

“Uh...are you that chick from earlier? You look...um...different.”

“Yeah, that’s me. So sweet of you to notice. So, I never really thanked you earlier, but I was wondering if you could do me one more teensy tiny favor? I promise I’ll totally make it worth your while.”

“Um...what?”

“Got $20?” Ashley pulled one of his hands up into her jacket and used her own hand to massage his growing erection.

The kid’s eyes grew wide. His free hand shot back to his wallet and he pulled out every bill he had. “Will this do?”

Quickly counting it to $62, Ashley responded, “Honey, you get the special.” She unlocked her car door, shoved the money into her purse, and pushed the boy inside. She pulled off her suit jacket and threw it over his face before she climbed up on top of him. When the boy pulled the jacket off his face there was a nipple hovering over his mouth. He sucked it in greedily and suckled. He flicked his tongue across it shooting bolts of pleasure straight to Ashley’s pussy. Ashley switched tits in the boy’s mouth and pulled his shirt over his head. She leaned over to whisper in his ear, “You’ll love my nails scratching down your back.”

The boy looked at her in awe. “He’s probably wondering if I’m real,” Ashley thought as she worked her way down his body and slowly sucked on his nipples. She lovingly removed his pants and boxers in one movement and inhaled his cock. “Not as big as I had hoped for my first john, but it’ll do.” She looked up into his eyes as she deep throated him and fondled his balls. She could tell he wasn’t going to last. Almost immediately he started to twitch—she pulled off and aimed his dick right at her face…but she had to make sure she got some on her big titties, too. She opened wide and got both her first taste of cum and her first pearl necklace.

Looking up at the boy, she left her mouth open so he could see where all his spunk had gone. He looked like he was in Heaven. Ashley knew she was. When she knew he was watching, she swallowed the load in her mouth (delicious) and used her left hand to start rubbing the rest of the cum into her tits while her right hand started jacking the boy’s cock.

“That...was incredible,” the boy said. “You’re amazing! Worth every dollar!” His head lolled back.

“Well thank you sweetie, but you’re not done. You paid for the special. All that was just to make sure you don’t spill inside my pussy too fast. After all, you won’t be wearing a condom.” With that, Ashley sucked him back into her mouth, and the boy started getting hard again very quickly. She started picking up her pace; desperate to get him hard enough to get him inside her...she desperately needed to cum. The boy reached down and grabbed a tit, and then the other one. He twisted a nipple. “Good God does that feel good,” Ashley thought.

Ashley pulled off his cock and undid her pants. She slipped them and her panties off. She sat herself in the boys lap and whispered in his ear again, “I think you’re ready for me honey.” Before he could even think to respond, Ashley grabbed him and guided him in. The moment he entered her, she kept her promise and dug her nails into his back and bit his shoulder as she came powerfully. All she could think was, ‘I’m doing it! I’m finally doing it! My lifelong dream has come true! I’m finally a whore!’ And with that thought, she came again.

When she came back down to Earth, she looked the boy in the face and saw in his eyes a look of absolute wonder. And then she started to fuck him. Up and down she thrust off the boy’s cock doing all the work herself. “He must be in shock,” she figured. She reached forward and grabbed his head and brought it to her left tit, hoping to coax him back to life; it worked. He sucked as much tit flesh into his mouth as he could and started thrusting up underneath her. Ashley moaned loudly; her next orgasm was coming quickly. The boy switched tits and she felt his fingers start to twiddle her clit. She shuddered through another orgasm and felt another one coming, “I could get used to this!” she thought. “Best job ever!”

Just when she thought she was about to get pushed over the edge again she felt the boys rhythm grow erratic. She looked into his eyes and smiled. Pulling their chests together she again dug her nails into his back and thrust down one final time, getting him as deep as he could go just as his cock started to twitch and unload cum deep inside her. It was all she needed. The feeling of his cock pouring his cum into her pussy sent her over the edge into her biggest orgasm yet. Every muscle in Ashley’s body went haywire. For about 15 seconds she was incapable of thought. When it was over, she slumped sideways off of the boy, his cum dribbling out of her and onto the car seat. He pulled his pants back on and asked, “So…do you work here often?”

Ashley could barely move, but she knew she had a business to run. She pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down her cell number. “You can call me Ash. Anytime, Hun. Anytime.” As she put her clothes back on, she looked around. “Ya know…I bet I can find a few more customers before I go home. Jack is gonna freak when he sees how much money I made on my first day!”