Destiny

This short story is about one of the characters from my earlier story "Jason's Survival". This is about his wife that ruins her own life with her obsessions.

All mistakes are my responsibility - I do my own editing with Pages.

I hope you enjoy

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Destiny: Her new life.

So. I need to tell you about this time in my life that is something that in my wildest imagination I would never have thought I would do. You see I was married, had two children, a husband, a good job, a house and overall a pretty good life. But I got bored with my life and the hum-drum and routine of family life. I got stupid and started a relationship with a man that I thought represented excitement in my boring existence.

He and I started having sex, once a week. It was just what I fantasized it would be. It gave me a huge thrill and it scratched an itch that I needed taken care of. Not that I was unhappy with my husband and family, but it was all so mind-numbingly routine and there was no room for me. So, I made room for me with a guy named Marcus... his name isn't important now, but he gave me what I needed and got me away from the wife and mother role for an hour or two once a week in the afternoon. I felt sophisticated and naughty and alive. That lasted for a few months and when I felt confident that I could seperate and manage my two lives, one with my family and one with my boyfriend, I decided I could increase the time I spent with Marcus.

Marcus had a big cock and knew how to use it. My husband was average in the cock size department, around 6 - 7 inches. Now, that's pretty good, but when you only have time for sex once a week, I wanted more and if I couldn't get it at home with my husband, I figured that I could get it with Marcus. And so I started spending more and more time with him, and less time with Jason and the kids.

After a few months I didn't even realize just how hooked I had become with the feel of Marcus' cock inside me. Slowly it went from what I wanted and then I did whatever Marcus wanted me to do. My brain went to a place where I lost control. I couldn't say no to him. I craved the feel of his cock in my mouth and my pussy. I caught myself thinking about him all the time, he preoccupied all my thoughts. I ignored my husband and my children.

I blindsided my husband one Friday night by leaving to spend the weekend with Marcus. I packed a bag and told my husband that I'd be back Sunday night. He was in a state of shock and when I got back he essentially did what he needed to do to protect the kids and himself. We didn't have sex after that and he put all my things is our spare bedroom. We were little more than housemates. Looking back I can't blame him.

The last straw that broke the camels back was the four days I spent with Marcus in Las Vegas. Marcus invited a bunch of his rich friends to party with us and another woman (I forget her name now, it might have been Emma) where we 'entertained' them. There was a lot of alcohol and some drugs and I fucked them all, a lot.

When I got home, Jason told me that we were done, he was divorcing me. I should have seen that coming but my fetish for big cock got in the way of my being able to see reality. I let the part of me that wanted the adventure of Marcus and all that he represented take me away from my family. My husband did what he knew he had to do to protect the kids and himself. In hindsight, he did what was the right thing; I was the one that fucked it all up and threw them away.

I let myself be taken over by my desire to live two lives. I wanted the security of my family and all the things that being a wife and mother represented - the legitimacy of family life and a normal existence. At the same time I craved the adventure of a life of naughtiness that Marcus represented. His cock was the thing that mesmerized me, that and his talk about the great times that he could bring to our relationship. I didn't have to think about the responsibility of being a mother, the responsibility of being a wife, all I had to do was to have fun and enjoy the great sex with him. All too quickly, my dual life became a single life, one with Marcus. And then with his friends.

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I moved out of the home that I lived in with Jason and my daughters and moved into a one bedroom apartment that Marcus found for me. It was okay, but I didn't have anywhere for the kids to stay when I had them. Turned out that I didn't actually have them much. Marcus kind of took over and before I knew what was happening, I was entertaining his friends almost every night. I spent my weekends with him and his friends (I later found out that they were his paying customers - paying for me) and I always ended up having sex with them.

Then Marcus told me that several of his friends wanted to 'date' me, and he wanted me to do it. So, I became a whore. I worked on my back for money. I'm not sure how much Marcus charged them but I got about two hundred dollars a day. That was enough to pay for the rent on the apartment and food, but not much else. Any thoughts of seeing my kids were pretty much gone. My regular job was history at this point. I really was a working girl; a whore, now.

About four months later, Marcus told me that we were going to take a trip to Las Vegas and see some of his business associates. Turned out that we didn't actually go to Vegas, but to a place about a 45 minute drive outside the city to a place called the Cottontail Ranch. It was a whorehouse.

When we got inside the place, Marcus introduced me to a man called Carlos. Very quickly I found out that we were there for Marcus to sell me to Carlos. Yes, he sold me to a whorehouse. I was a bought and paid for whore.

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Being naked all day was something that I never realized I would get used to so quickly. The whores that worked at the Cottontail Ranch were always naked and wore a fuzzy cottontail on a white plastic stick attached to a butt plug. It was designed so that the plastic stick came up from the cock shaped butt plug and went between the cheeks of your ass and the red cottontail was just over the top of the crack of your ass. It was all very sexy to look at but for the whores that had to endure it, it wasn't necessarily that comfortable. But it wasn't about comfort for the whores, it was about having the customers think it was sexy and attractive and so they would want to play with it and then fuck our asses. Charming.

Carlos put the butt plug up my ass only a few minutes after I was sold to him. He told me to spread my feet apart shoulder width and then bend over and grab my ankles. I was told to stay that way and not move. I could feel something cold being pushed just a bit up my anus and I could tell he was squirting something inside me. Then he pushed the head of the butt plug against my sphincter and told me to push out just a bit, as if I was going to have a bowel movement. When I did the butt plug quickly went in my ass. I was officially a Cottontail Ranch whore.

I stood there naked and on display for Carlos to inspect. I was something that was being sold and so he could examine me any way he wanted. Marcus watched it all and never spoke unless Carlos looked to him for comment. Marcus did describe how I came to be a submissive whore; how easily he transformed me into his whore. How easily he took me from being a wife and mother to being a whore. For him it was easy to do that. I let him do it. I got so involved in the fetish of illicit sex with him and the fantasy that I could have that part of me enjoy the freedom of sex with a big cock whenever I wanted it. I forgot reality and in the forgetting, I gave up my family. Look where it got me.

I know that my husband was happy to be rid of me. He tried to talk to me. He tried to pull me off the ledge of the sex fetish fantasy, but I jumped anyway. And so, here I am. A sold whore in a Nevada whorehouse. A woman that will fuck men for money, and most of the money will go to Carlos.

Standing there in the main lounge of the Cottontail Ranch, being watched by the other whores and the woman that was obviously one of the people in-charge, Carlos ran his hands over me. I was still bent over holding my ankles. he cupped my tits in his hands and ran his hands over my back and ass and then stuck his thumb in my pussy and squeezed my clit between his thumb and forefinger. I started to move but he told me to stand still and do what I was told. He slapped my ass to reinforce that it was him in charge of me now and I was to do whatever he wanted. He owned me.

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Carlos had me tattooed with a red cottontail logo on my lower back just above the crack of my ass. Just above the cottontail was the name 'Cottontail Ranch" and below the cottontail was my name 'Destiny.' It wasn't my real name but it was my name now. My whore name. When my customers wanted to fuck my ass they took the tail on the butt plug out of my anus and could still see the cottontail on my back as they held my hips and pounded into my pussy.

When we weren't fucking a customer we normally were in the lounge area ready to greet new customers when they came in. The men paid at the door and were given the rules of the place. Then they came into the lounge, most of them got a drink and they could check us out and see which of us they wanted to fuck. It was all pretty straightforward. Since we were naked, except for our butt plugs and red high-heel shoes all our charms were fully on display.

I'm 5 ft 9 inches tall and have wide hips - 38 inches (that's what having two children does to a woman's body) and I have fairly large breasts that haven't begun to sag very much. Men love to play with my tits and suck on my nipples. I have to say that I enjoy it too. I enjoy the looks of lust that I get from men looking at my body. That's part of the fetish that pushed me here. I like the idea of being desired. That men will pay to be with me. I'm worth their money.

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The Ranch has a music system with speakers in every room. Music plays to set the mood for fucking. The music is mostly pop music with a beat that resembles the cadence of the rhyme of fucking; the in and out. It gets the guys going and if I close my eyes while I'm being fucked I can pretend I'm anywhere I want to be.

When one of us takes a customer to our room to 'entertain' we usually will do a quick cleanup job on the customer to make sure that they're not foul smelling and will be disgusting to have next to you. I have a bathroom with a large walk-in shower as part of my room. Many times I'll get the guy in the shower for a quick soap-up and rinse off. Believe me, doing that makes the experience of being fucked several times a day easier to take.

One of the first things I do is start work on his cock taking the head and a couple of inches of it in my mouth. The feel of a cock on my tongue feeds that fetish for me and gives me the feeling of being used. Every man wants a woman to suck his cock. Every man wants to cum in a woman's mouth. Every man loves the feeling he gets when he shoots his load in a woman's mouth. For a man there is very little better than that feeling. But there is one thing better than that, and it's having a woman on her back taking a cock in her pussy and then shooting a big load into her pussy. That is the ultimate. Tha feeling of control.

But, there is a third thing: the feeling of sliding your cock in a woman's ass. Taking a woman there is a way to say that you own this woman. That she will let you do anything you want with her. The feeling of putting your load of cum in her bowels is... well, right up there with putting a load in her mouth and a load in her pussy. The trifecta of fucking, domination and control.

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In addition to a sound system here at the Cottontail Ranch, it also has a DJ of sorts. He plays the music, mostly off his vast collection, and he provides commentary to go along with the music. He goes by the name Devo, not sure what his real name is, nor is it important.

When I have a customer with me, we can hear Devo giving words of encouragement to the customers.

"Good evening guys and we're glad to have you here at the Cottontail Ranch. We want you to enjoy your time here at the Ranch. We have the finest and most beautiful women in the state. Our women are the best whores anywhere and they will make sure you enjoy the time you have with them. So let's get to the best part, Let's get Fucking!" With that the volume of the music went up.

"Ladies, show your man what you think of him. Take his cock in your mouth and let him know that you appreciate the fact that he picked you to be the one that he want's to fuck tonight." I usually had the head of the guys cock in my mouth. I would be on my knees either on the floor of maybe on the bed. I would look him in the eyes as I worked my mouth on his cock. He always got hard. Very few men can resist the feel of my mouth on their cock. I would squeeze the base of their cock and play with their balls gently kneeding them in my hand. Almost always they would groan with pleasure.

"That's it ladies, take him nice and deep in your mouth, show him how much you enjoy having a cock in your mouth. Taste him as he gets ready to shoot his load. Oh Yeah. get ready, get ready, here it comes."

I could always feel the cum as it hit my throat and flooded my mouth. I always swallowed as fast as I could. I would try and smile at him as I gulped down his seed. It made me feel appreciated, it was what I'm supposed to be doing.

"Swallow it all, and thank him for the first load in your mouth." I licked my lips and always thanked the guy for shooting his load in my mouth.

"Alright boys, now that she knows what you have it's time to get on with the best part. You chose which you want, it's your choice if you want to fuck this fine woman on her back or on her hands and knees; you just tell her and she will do the rest."

It was usually about half and half, whether my customer wanted to fuck my pussy with me on my back or on my hands and knees. Either way, I could feel the head of his cock as it pushed my pussy lips apart. Most guys are anxious to get their cocks in the woman and start pounding away. They want to shoot another load as soon as they can. A lot of the time I can feel the head of their cocks hit my cervix. Sometimes it takes a bit of encouragement from me to get them to slow down and enjoy themselves. I remind them that there isn't a need to hurry. That they need to enjoy the feeling of my body next to theirs. I tell them to slow down and enjoy the ride.

"Well boys, it's time to let loose with that second load of your seed and show your woman all you got. Time to go as deep as you want and unload all you have in her. That's it, give it to her."

My customer would be pounding into me now. My whole body would be shaking and my tits flopping if they weren't being mauled by the hands of the man fucking me. I was merely the receptacle for his desperation and sperm. I knew that my job was to make the experience as good as possible and at the end of the hour praise the guy so that he would want to come back and spend more money to fuck me.

"Okay boys, you can do it! Unload all you got! Hold her by the hips and pump it in! Yeah!" I knew that most of the guys that fucked me would be doing just that and after they had pumped out all they had they would be pretty much be done. They would roll off me and then it would be time to suck their cocks back to life and try for another round before their hour ran out.

Fucking for a living was something that if you had asked me a few years ago I would thought you crazy for even suggesting it. But now, my life wasn't my own any more. I had let my big black cock fetish take over my thinking, and then my entire brain and then my life. Everything I had and was before was gone. Now I'm Destiny the classy whore working at the Cottontail Ranch in Nevada. Now I'm owned by a guy that sells my pussy, ass and mouth by the hour. I fuck for his profit and my existence and I'm good at it. I like sucking cock, it makes me feel like I'm worth something. I like the feeling of a big cock in my pussy and ass. Hell, I like the feel of any cock in me. It tells me that I'm worth something, that I have value for being just me. That's kinda fucked up thinking but it's what it is.

After my customer would have me suck their cocks and cum in my mouth they usually wanted to fuck me with me on my back and them on top of me. Then, after another load into me they would tell me to get on my hands and knees so they could fuck me doggy style. Some of the bigger cocks would be poking my cervix in that position and they loved holding my tits in their hands as they stroked in and out. I liked it too. I have long blond hair and often I could feel a hand pulling my hair back as they tried to imitate riding a horse. I was the bucking bronco and they the rodeo rider.

Sometimes they would want to fuck my ass as a finish. That was only occasionally a thing and I didn't mind. A big cock in my ass wasn't an issue. The butt plug with the cottontail was always there anyway, a cock replacing it was fine.

Carlos likes to fuck one of his girls almost every day. When he fucks me he tells me to stand up with my feet shoulder width apart, just like the my first day here at the Ranch. One of the first times he fucked me I was still bent over holding my ankles. He just pushed the head of his cock up to my pussy and pushed forward while he held my hips. He slid right in and I could feel the fullness of him in me. He stroked in and out for a few minutes and then shot his load into me. I could feel his cock twitch. I can feel every man's cock twitch when they're about to shoot their load in me. I love it when they do that. I know that's one of the things that makes me a good whore. I like to be used that way. I like the humiliation of being fucked in such a blatant and obvious way. It feeds my own fetish, my psyche. I know I'm fucked up. I know that it's what ended my marriage to Jason and my girls. I regret that part of my life; the leaving of them behind. But, I can't get over the feeling of a cock in my mouth, my pussy and my ass. Everything else doesn't matter at that exact moment. And right now my life is spent in those moments. Every hour I have a new cock, a new challenge to make that cock happy with me. Yeah.

Sometimes Carlos likes to fuck me when I'm on my stomach on my bed and he puts the cuffs on my ankles and wrists. He tells me to grab my ankles from behind and then he puts the restraints on me. I can't go anywhere and then he takes what he wants. I try and please him and all the men that use me. When I'm restrained that way my pussy is on full display as well as my anus. Carlos can use me any way that pleases him. I'm a whore and a good whore who knows her place.

The music helps to take me to that place of euphoria. I block out everything else. My world becomes limited to the cock, the room and my feeling of happiness that a man is willing to spend his money to fuck me. Some might think that Marcus and Carlos are responsible for my state but, they aren't. I am. I gave in to the need for Marcus' big cock and the way it made me feel. I blocked everything else out. I ignored my family and I concentrated on the cock to the point of exclusion of all else.

I have to get back to sucking this cock. It needs my attention, my mouth and my hands. It needs to shoot it's load in my mouth. I'll swallow it all like the good whore I am. Then my pussy will welcome the cock, then maybe my ass if the man wants it.