Episode I – A Miracle on Dirty Whores Street
Kristi hadn’t set out to become a whore. It wasn’t like she’d ever told anyone that when she grew up, what she really wanted was to be a whore. It wasn’t like when she and her high school guidance counselor had talked, that they’d worked out a plan for her to become a whore. No, it wasn’t like she’d always wanted to be a whore but that was what she was.
It had just sort of happened.
It had started with guys of course and with wanting things. She always wanted things as much as her parents might have wanted to give her what she wanted, they didn’t always give her what she wanted.
That was an annoyance to the little girl. Why couldn’t she have what she wanted, she’d want to know, and answers like we can’t afford it or you already have enough or we don’t always get what we want didn’t sit at all well with her. Still, getting ticked off about something like that didn’t chnge the reality of the situation.
And then she found out about boys.
Boys would give you stuff if you looked at them the right way or stroked them the right way. The trouble with boys was that boys didn’t always give you what you wanted. Boys gave you what they thought you wanted or worse yet, what they wanted to give you. Boys were unfocused but if you handled them right, if you channeled their energies, boys were a way of getting something for nothing.
Well maybe not nothing exactly nothing but if you played it right, you could make the process of getting the gift almost as much fun as getting the gift itself.
And even with all of that, it still wasn’t like she’d set out to become a whore.
She was eighteen years old and two months out of high school when she lost her job.
She’d already moved out of her parents house and into an apartment by that time and she had a job chasing carts at the local grocery store and Mr. Wilson had told her that if she did a good job, she could move up to cashier. That would have been cool. Cashier meant more money and more prestige and it meant not having to run around the parking lot at all hours of the night.
One day though, she was thumbing through one of the magazines at the front counter when she saw an ad for a perfume that she just had to have. The problem was she didn’t have any money and even when she did finally get paid, that money pretty much had to go pay her rent.
It just wasn’t fair!
That’s when something occurred to her. She didn’t have any money but if he could get someone to buy it for her wouldn’t that be great and hey, when it came to getting someone to buy things for you, wasn’t that what boys were for anyway, and besides, there was always Chuck. He’d been going totally gaga over her ever since she’d come to work at the supermarket so why shouldn’t she see if she could get him to buy it for her.
It turned out Chuck wasn’t nearly as easy a sell as she’d thought he’d be. Part of it was the fact that as Kristi soon found out, he was cheap but the other part, maybe even the main part, the other part was that he didn’t have the money either.
“Well can you get the money,” Kristi had wanted to know.
“Maybe,” the boy hedged.
“Is it maybe or is it definitely?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I guess.”
“Come on, Chuck. I know you like me.”
“Yeah, well—”
“Well what?”
“Well yeah, I like you.”
“So why can’t you do this for me?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because ... what’s in it for me?”
It was a rush really. She’d only meant to tease him but what if she did more. What if she did more than just teasing him? She couldn’t help but wonder if she did that just what might she be able to get out of him then.
“What’s in it for me?” he asked again.
“I’ll let you have ... me.”
“What?”
“I know you want me so it’s simple.” Kristi walked her fingers up Chuck’s arm. “You give me what I want and I’ll give you what you want. You give me what I want and I’ll let ... you ... have sex with ...me.”
It didn’t take Chuck long to figure out what he was going to do.
If only Chuck had managed to keep his big mouth shut, everything would have been fine.
He hadn’t though. He’d told one of his friends and that friend had told another friend and before Kristi even knew what was happening, people were whispering behind her back and it wasn’t long before the news had gotten to Mr. Wilson.
He’d called her into his office. “Is it true what I’ve been hearing about you, young lady?”
“I don’t know. What have you been hearing?”
“Don’t get cute with me, young lady. I won’t stand for that sort of thing. People around here are saying you’re a whore.”
“I’m not a whore, Mr. Wilson.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“I’m not a whore,” the girl had said as desperation rose inside her.
“This is a family operation.”
“I’m not a whore.”
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to let you go.”
“No, Mr. Wilson, no.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Please, Mr. Wilson. Please give me another chance.”
But Kristi’s pleas fell on deaf ears and she was gone.
She was remorseful at first. She hadn’t meant to do anything that would lose her her job. She’d just wanted Chuck to buy her the perfume.
Her regret had then turned to anger. How dare he. How dare Mr. Wilson call her a whore. That wasn’t what she was and she couldn’t help but wonder if anything had happened to Chuck. Probably not. Take it out on the girl but leave the guy alone. Wasn’t that always the way it fucking was.
And then came desperation. She could be angry all she wanted but angry didn’t pay the bills and if she isn’t figure out some way of paying her rent, they’d toss her out on the street and there was no way she wanted to go crawling back to her parents and definitely not like that, whipped with her tail between her legs.
So what the hell was she going to do?
The answer had almost been so obvious that Kristi was surprised she hadn’t gotten it right from the get go. If everyone thought she was a whore, then maybe that was what she should be.
Of course it still wasn’t as easy as all that. The idea of letting some guy fuck her for money still didn’t appeal to her. There had to be some other way, she kept telling herself. There just had to be.
And yet as much as she tried to keep telling herself that, she couldn’t help but see what she could do and now that she was thinking about it, rather than having guys give her things, wouldn’t it be better if they gave her money instead.
Even so, she held back. She wasn’t a whore, she told herself. There had to be another way.
And that’s when she met Mr. Carter.
Mr. Carter was an old guy or at least that’s the way Kristi saw him. He had to be at least as old as her dad and maybe older than that. He had white hair and a prim, white mustache that looked very well taken care of and just as he always was doing when Kristi saw him, he was wearing a three piece suit.
She’d just checked her nail and she was on her way up to her apartment when Mr. Carter joined her while she waited for the elevator.
Well, maybe joined wasn’t exactly the right word. They were standing at the same place and they were waiting for the same car but they seemed content to wait in silence or at least that’s the way it seemed right up until Mr. Carter asked her a question. “What seems to be the problem, my dear!”
“Hmm. Oh nothing,” Kristi mumbled although she was positive that in the stack of mail she now held, at least one of the envelopes contained a bill.
Mr. Carter seemed perfectly willing to let that be so again the two of them waited in silence.
“It’s just that I lost my job,” Kristi said. “It wasn’t my fault but now I got the rent to pay and I don’t know where I’m going to get the money.”
“That’s too bad.”
“Yeah.”
Again they waited in silence. The elevator came and the two of them boarded the car. Kristi got off and Mr. Carter continued on.
Sure enough, Kristi thought as he went through the stack of mail, there was another bill. That was just great. It was so what she didn’t need right now.
At just that moment, there was a knock at her door. Who was that, she wondered, but when she opened her door, there he was, there was Mr. Carter on her doorstep. “Yes?”
“I couldn’t help thinking about your problem,” the man told her, “and I think maybe I can help.”
“Help me how?”
“I was thinking maybe I could help you pay your rent.”
“How?”
“You’re an attractive woman. I was thinking maybe we could work something out.”
Kristi was starting to get what the older man was talking about or at least she thought she was. “What? You mean like maybe if I give you something, maybe you can give me something.”
“Exactly!”
“I’m a good girl you know.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t but you’ve got me wondering just how good you really are.”
Kristi smiled at that. “Then I think maybe we might be able to do something,” she said. “Why don’t you come in.”
Mr. Carter stepped inside Kristi’s apartment.
“So do you have the money?”
“Hmm?”
“For the rent? Do you have the money?”
“Not on me but I could write you a check.”
She might have been new at this but she wasn’t that new. A check didn’t sound at all good. “I don’t know,” she purred as she sidled up to him and let a hand slide down the front of his pants. “You seem like a nice guy and all that but I really need cash and I really need it now. Are you sure there’s not something we could work out.”
“S-something,” the man gulped.
“Yeah, something. Like maybe if you’ve got an ATM card, I was thinking maybe we could go and get some money because I really like you and if what I’m feeling here is any indication, I can tell you really like me, too, so if we could maybe you know, go somewhere and get some cash right now, I was thinking that maybe you could let me do whatever you wanted me to do to you. What about that? How’s that sound?”
The man gulped again. “It, um, it sounds good.”
“So what about it? Can we go and get some cash?”
“S-sure.”
They’d driven to his bank and all the way there and all the way back, she’d had his cock out of his pants and she’d alternated back and forth between telling him how much she appreciated what he was doing for her and how she couldn’t wait to have him inside her.
By the time they’d gotten back to her apartment, he was having trouble walking straight but then with what she was going to do with him, he didn’t really have to walk all that far anyway. Just the distance to her bedroom was far enough.
She’d barely gotten her legs spread before he was on her. His cock worked its way between her legs and then he was in her pussy.
“Oh yeah, Baby,” she cooed as she looked up at him. “That’s what I want. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me good.”
That apparently was what he wanted, too.
“Come on, Baby. Do it.”
He’d barely gotten his cock inside her and he was already on the verge.
“Come on, Baby. Do it. I want it now.”
As if by command, he came just as Kristi said the word ‘now’ and he kept right on cumming and cumming until he’d given her everything he had.
It was only after the man had left that Kristi told herself that if she was going to keep on doing this, she needed to get herself some condoms.
That wasn’t exactly how she found herself where she now was but it was a start and as time had gone by, it became easier and easier for her to accept what she now was.
It was December and as much as she hated pounding the sidewalks looking for her next trick, she hated it even more in December. For her to do what he did, it meant she had to show off her body. That wasn’t a problem for her. She’d long since gotten used to the short shorts and the tight tops but when it was as cold as it was, all she could think of was finding someone quick and getting off the street super fast.
She’d hardly been out on the street for more than a few minutes when a red car pulled up to the curb and as Kristi scurried over to meet its driver, she couldn’t help thinking how the overset man with the snowy, white bard looked an awful lot like Santa Claus.
She chastised herself for that. It wasn’t Santa Claus, of course. It was just some guy but even guys who looked like Santa Claus needed a hot pussy where they could put their dicks. “Hey,” she said. “I haven’t seen you around here lately.”
Ever was more like it but Kristi didn’t want to say that.
The man laughed jovially. “I don’t get out much, you know. It’s the job.”
“Ah, poor baby.”
“And then of course there’s the missus. She wouldn’t like it if she knew I was out here.”
See. Not Santa Claus. Just some guy. “You can trust me,” Kristi cooed. “I won’t tell anyone.”
The man laughed jovially. “Oh, I don’t think I’d have much of a worry about that. You’d think that as big as I am, people would remember seeing ME, but somehow it seems they just never do.”
Whatever, Kristi thought. “So, are you looking for some fun, Baby,” she cooed. “I know I am looking to have some fun.”
“Are you now?” the big man rumbled. “So you want to have some fun, do you?”
Well duh. Hadn’t she just said that. Of course she wanted to get paid, too, but if she could have fun, too ...
The big man was suddenly serious. “What do you think is fun?”
Kristi might have wondered more at the oddness of the question if it weren’t for the fact that something else was distracting her even more. It was her pussy. She was so wet. It wasn’t usually like this. Actually, it was never really like this but the truth was she needed to get fucked. She needed it so bad.
“What do you think is fun?” the man asked again.
Kristi didn’t need to think twice about the answer. “Fucking,” she said. “Getting fucked. Getting fucked by big, fucking dicks in my tight, little pussy.”
The man laughed at that. “That’s a rather tall order, don’t you know, but tell me. Have you been a good, little girl?”
Kristi suddenly felt small and insignificant. It was the enormity of the world. It was everything. It was the lack of control of even her own destiny. It was everything. “I try to be,” she said.
The man laughed again. “I think I understand. You try to be good but sometimes bad is better.”
Kristi nodded.
“Then how about we give you and your friends the gift of bad.”
“The gift of bad?”
“You spend all your time using your body to get what you want but have you ever thought of getting your body what your body wants?”
Kristi shook her head.
“Maybe you should think about that then.”
Maybe she should, Kristi thought.
“I see you have some thinking to do,” the man said with a laugh, “so how about I leave you to do exactly that.”
Wait a minute. He was driving off. Where was he going, Kristi wanted to know. Damn. What had she done wrong. Just a little bit more and she was sure she could have reeled the guy in and there was just something about the guy that she was sure that he had money. Well fuck.
And she’d been doing this often enough that she knew it wasn’t like you could just write a guy off and say there was always the next one. Sometimes you walked your little corner and you froze your butt off and sometimes there was only really one good prospect all night long and if you let him get away then you went home with nothing.
Still, she also knew there was no use crying over spilt milk. Whatever had happened had happened. The dude was gone so it was time to move on to the next cock whoever that guy might be.
The next cock? Wow. She wasn’t really used to thinking of guys like that. The next trick or maybe the next guy but the next cock. That sounded so ... so ... she wasn’t sure how it sounded. It just wasn’t her.
Another car pulled up to the curb and Kristi scurried up to the window determined that this time she wasn’t going to let the guy get away. She leaned over and she looked in the car. “Hey, Baby,” she cooed. “You looking for a friend?”
“I might be if the price is right that is.”
“Oh I’m sure we can work something out that would be to both our mutual satisfactions. Can I ask a favor of you though?”
“You want a favor of me?”
“Mmm hmm. I was wondering if I could see your cock.”
“You want to see my what?”
Kristi was just as surprised as her potential client was. It was one thing to say what she’d said after a deal had been struck. Heck, one might even say it was expected but it was rather out of the ordinary to say what she’d said before any deal had been struck and yet ... and yet she really did want to see it. “I want to see your cock,” she said.
“You’re kidding.”
One thought was all it took to answer that statement. “No,” she said. “No. I don’t think I am. Can I see it? Can I see it please?”
The man was looking at her as if he still couldn’t believe what he was hearing but he seemed to come to a decision soon enough. He unzipped his pants and he took out his cock.
“Wow,” Kristi gushed and in the next moment, she was opening the car door and she was climbing inside.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
What was she doing, she asked herself and yet she knew what she was doing. It wasn’t just to see it anymore. “Can I touch it?” she asked.
“Sure. I guess.”
That was all the permission that Kristi needed to slide closer and to wrap her hand around the man’s cock.
Oh wow, this was so hot but more than that, it was making her hot. It wasn’t like she hadn’t held a cock before but there was something about this one ... she couldn’t exactly put her finger on what it was, but there was something about this cock that was making her so hot. “Can you do me a favor?”
“What?”
“I want to see it all. Can you take your pants down for me, please?”
“Here? In the middle of the street?”
“Please.”
“I don’t know.”
There was little doubt that the man was finding this unusual. Certainly, he’d come out here to find a woman he could fuck and yeah, he was willing to pay the price if it wasn’t too exorbitant but the last thing that he’d expected to have happen was for one of the streetwalkers to climb into his car and to have her practically beg him to take his pants down right there in public.
“Please,” Kristi said again.
Expected or not, it was still damned hot so after another moment of contemplation, the man shrugged and he lowered his pants.
“Oh wow,” Kristi gushed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Wrong? Nothing’s wrong but when I see you like that, it just makes me want to do this.”
The man gasped as Kristi moved down and slid her mouth around his cock.
If it had occurred to her to do so, Kristi might have wondered why she was administering a blow job right there in public and especially since she didn’t like doing blow jobs and especially because she hadn’t been paid yet but since that thought never crossed her mind, she didn’t think it. It was enough for her to know she wanted it.
“Fuck,” the man groaned.
He was going to cum. Kristi wasn’t sure how she knew that but she was sure that she was right and she knew she couldn’t wait to have him do it. She knew she wanted him to cum in her mouth.
“Fuck,” the man groaned again and this time there was literally no holding back. His cock surged and Kristi tasted that which she had encouraged him to give.
What the hell?!
What had she done and yet in the next moment, she had another idea. “Babe?”
“Yeah.”
“Does your seat recline?”
“What?”
“I asked you if your seat reclined.”
“I guess so. Why?”
“Because, Babe, I really, really want to feel you inside me and, Babe, I just can’t wait to have it happen. I want it now.”
“I don’t know. We just ... you know ... I’m not sure I can ...”
Kristi couldn’t seem to keep her hand off of the man’s cock and she continued stroking as she continued to speak. “Oh come on. I know you want to and I want to, too.”
“How much?”
“Come on, Baby. We don’t have to talk about money, do we? I’ll tell you what? I’ll give it away for free if you want.”
“You’re kidding.”
She had to be kidding, Kristi told herself and yet she knew she wasn’t. She knew what she wanted, she wanted to climb up on top of that cock and she wanted to slide her pussy down around it and the longer she waited, the more intense the need grew inside her. “Come on, Baby. Please. I need it so bad. Please let me ride your cock. I’ll do anything. Please.”
“I don’t know. I don’t know if I can get it up again.”
“You just leave that to me. Okay?”
“Okay.”
That was all the encouragement that Kristi needed. He wasn’t completely soft but he wasn’t exactly hard either. Her hand stroked his cock. Mmm, that was hot. She couldn’t wait to get that inside her and almost as if in concordance with what her mind was thinking, she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
And he was getting bigger. Bigger and fatter and thicker even than he had been before. She might normally have thought that was too big but somehow the idea of too big was just a thought that wouldn’t come to her mind. She liked them big. She liked them really big. “Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
“What is it?”
“I need to get out of my clothes but I don’t want to take my hand off of your cock. Can you help me with that?”
“S-sure.”
“First, my top. Can you pull that up? I really want to show you my tits.”
“Okay.”
The man pulled at her top and it wasn’t long before he was pulling it up and over her head.
Kristi couldn’t help but revel in the fact that her tits were now free. She loved showing off her tits but now she needed more. “Baby?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s time we got that seat reclined. Okay?”
“Okay.”
It wasn’t long before the seat was pushed back and in no time at all, she’d pulled up her skirt and she was pushing down her fishnet stockings. She loved wearing fishnets except at times like these when the best part of wearing fishnets was in seeing how quickly she could get herself out of them.
Mmm. Her pussy was so wet. She couldn’t wait to slide herself down on the man’s rigid pole.
She stroked the man’s cock as she straddled his body. Her butt was pressed up against the steering wheel as she pushed herself down onto his cock.
“Fuck, I’ve been needing this so bad,” she said.
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
Fuck, he felt so big inside her. Fuck it felt so good.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
Kristi knew exactly what he meant. Oh fuck. He was cumming inside her and it felt so good. Oh fuck. It felt so fucking good.
If Kristi had bothered to notice, she might have noticed that all of the girls that were out that night were busy servicing other clients in there cars.
Perhaps, she might have noticed that there were exactly as many cars as there were girls. No one had to wait for anything.
She might even have noticed that no one seemed to be collecting any money at all.
She might have noticed any or all of these things but as horny as she most definitely was, what she did notice was no sooner than she’d finished with one guy than there was another one to take his place.
And there was one other thing she noticed although she only noticed this the morning after. As tired and as worn out as she was and having collected no money at all from the numerous guys who she’d let have their way with her, the next morning she noticed her purse was full of cash. Now how the heck had that happened?!