Part Time Pro

My prick of a husband Left home one day and never came back. I have no idea why. I had not heard of any girl in his life or given him any reason. He just left. He also took most of our savings with him and packed in his job. That was what I missed the most. We had a bit of a large mortgage and I had a job as a secretary, which did not pay much. It certainly did not cover the mortgage and our son Johnathon's college fees. I just did not know what to do.

I looked around for a better job but there was nothing available and if there was, the younger girls got preference. So, feeling sorry for myself, I went and had a coffee with Jill. She'd been my best friend for years although I had not seen her for a long, long time. She had had the experience of a divorce and the money problems that came with it.

"Men are pricks sometimes." She told me as we sat down in the coffee shop. "Especially as we girls have a use by date and there are always new models coming along."

"As far as I know there is no girl." I told her. "He's just gone. He's got a small apartment a few miles away and he lives on his own. I just don't know."

"What was your sex life like?" Jill asked me and I shrugged.

"We did it at least once a week. Sundays mainly. He'd squeeze my tits, stick a finger up my cunt and then fuck me and that was it."

"Maybe that's it. Maybe he's just got bored."

"I was the one that was bored. It was the same thing all time. But maybe you're right. I think we were both bored. Now I've got to try and get a job. I Don't want to sell the house but our mortgage is overdue and shit head won't pay for it as he does not live there. Also, Chris's college fees need paying.

"What about Chris? What doe he feel about all this?" She asked.

"He was as surprised as I was. He's still got a year to go in college. I just don't know what to do. Anyway, he'll be home in a couple of weeks for a break." I sipped my coffee and looked at Jill.

"How did you handle it? Yours left you with nothing but bills."

"Do you really want to know?" She looked at me as if she did not want to answer. I nodded.

"My version of a prick left me with nothing. He took all our cash and had even remortgaged the house. At least I had no children but I did not have much of a job either and the bank took everything. I got a couple of grand, which partially paid for the apartment I have now."

"At least you had a job."

"No, I didn't. He ran off with the boss's daughter so the bastard sacked me as some sort of payback."

"It's been a year or just over hasn't it. How do you live.?"

She looked at me long and hard. Then had a drink of coffee.

"I'm on the game," she finally told me. "I'm a prostitute." I must have let my mouth fall open. In the many times I had seen her since their split up I had had no idea. None at all.

"I'm sort of part time." She told me.

"Part time?" I asked.

"I got a job at a bar. Brian (He's the owner) rented me a room upstairs. A lot of the patrons are sales reps. They hang out there and drink and eat. The food is not bad. It's just basic stuff but it is cheap. Probably cheaper than the hotel they're staying at. Anyway, after I had been there a while a few of them started making suggestions and one of them finally offered me a fifty if I'd give him a blow job. The bar was slack so I asked Brian if I could have a break. He said yes and I went out the back hoping to do it there but it was raining. When the John came around, I took him up to my apartment and I gave him a blow job and a drink. He gave me fifty. It happened a couple more times and Brian finally asked me what was going on. I told him about my bills and how the odd fifty really helped. He thought about it and then told me OK. As long as the bar had nothing to do with it. So, when the next guy wanted a blowjob, I said double the money and he could have a fuck. And that is how I started. I finally had to stop working in the bar itself and Brian agreed and he has nothing to do with me and my job. He does make sure if I get hassled that they do not bother me again, and he has sent up a couple of clients. He does not take a commission and I pay him the going rent for an apartment in that area. Brian sends up anyone who wants to organise a buck's night."

I was stunned. I could not grasp what she was saying.

"You're on the game?" I asked.

"My, you catch on fast. Yes. I earn money by having sex with men who are willing to pay." She paused. "The money is good so I only work a couple of nights a week."

I had another drink of coffee and said nothing. I had nothing too say. I could not condemn her. I just never thought any of the girls I went to school with would end up doing that kind of thing. It just never crossed my mind.

Jill started to take a drink then paused and looked at me.

"Do you want to give it a try?" She suddenly asked.

"What?" was all I could say as I did not understand what she meant. Jill looked around the coffee shop and leant closer in.

"Do you want to do some work with me part time? You know. Fuck men for money." She sat back in her chair. I just did not know what to say. And then I remembered the latest letter from the bank.

"How much? I mean I'm just curious."

"I get about one, one and a half grand a week. It varies. As for the work, these men are visiting salesmen mainly. Sometimes there might be a stag party. That can be a pain. Anyway, it's just a suggestion."

"I've never thought about it. I mean I do not know what to do."

"You do what they ask you to do." Jill looked suddenly keen on the idea. "Mainly it's just a straight fuck. Sometimes anal. Sometimes oral. Sometimes they just want to talk. It depends."

"Anal?" I asked.

"Not often. You just have to relax. I've even had a couple of women come up."

I was stunned at the way this conversation had gone. And for some reason, 'mainly my debts' I felt like maybe I should give it a go.

"What do I have to do?" I found myself asking and Jill smiled.

"I'll check with Brian." She told me. "There is a stag night the day after tomorrow Friday. If it's ok with you, we could both do it. It'll be seven fifty each."

"Seven fifty?"

"There's going to be six of them. We'll throw in a crate of beers and a couple of bottles of scotch we buy from Brian. I think we'll each come away with seven, seven fifty. Maybe eight hundred."

That was about all I had left in the bank. I nodded and Jill smiled.

She told me where to go and gave me suggestions on what to wear. As it was a stag night it was basically a thong and stockings. We arranged for me to go to the bar about an hour before the guys were due to arrive and Jill would show me the ropes.

So that Friday night I was standing outside the bar in question. I stood there for several minutes to pluck up the courage. Then I took a deep breath and walked in. It was early yet there were a few people there. Mainly the "After work crowd." You could get meals as well as drinks so it was popular with the sales reps. I walked up to the bar and asked a rather nice-looking man behind the bar where I could find Jill.

He looked at me and I had the feeling he was looking me over. I asked him if he was Brian and he admitted he was. He then pointed to a doorway and gave me the room number. I had a feeling he was watching me as I walked out. I glanced back and he was suddenly busy cleaning glasses.

Jill answered the door and looked relieved that I had arrived. The room was larger than I expected. There was a round table set up with glasses and some nibbles in bowls and beyond that a bed with just sheets on it. To the right were two doors. One led to the kitchenette and the other to a bathroom that could do with a bit of a clean or maybe a paint job. There was also a settee and a couple of lounge chairs as well as a large wardrobe. The place looked pretty full. There was a pull across curtain that hid the bed when it was not in use.

"We keep our clothes in the wardrobe. It's lockable." Jill told me and that's where I hung my clothes. I was left with white panties and suspender belt with white stockings. Jills clothes were black. We had a quick drink and Jill assured me everything would be fine about ten times. Then we heard a lot of noise in the passageway outside and there was a bag on the door. We both crossed our fingers, took a deep breath, and Jill opened the door.

They piled into the room. There were seven young men about my son's age and they had started partying a couple of hours earlier. They were pissed. One fell onto the floor while the others stepped over him to come up and inspect us with their eyes. We offered then more drinks. One felt the cheeks of my ass as I poured them drinks and another squeezed my left breast. I glanced at Jill to find her swaying in the arms of one of them, their lips pressed together in a kiss.

I got some more drinks and put them on a tray. Every male not kissing Jill felt my breasts and ass as I offered them drinks. One ran a hand up my thigh and along the opening to my cunt. I smiled and spun around out of his reach. This went on for an hour or more and they got louder and drunker. One disappeared to the loo and was found passed out, so they left him there on the floor and pissed over him. They tried to play cards but it ended up with me dealing them as they were incapable. I just hoped they were not driving.

There was a loud yelling noise and when I glanced over towards the bed Jill was on her back getting fucked by the bridegroom. I had my hands full of drinks when one of them came up to me and pushed me against the table. There was no kissing. He just pushed his way between my legs and the next thing I knew her was sliding his prick into my cunt. I managed to get rid of the drinks on the table as he fucked me. I then put my hands on the table and spreading my legs wide I leant forwards.

He did not last long but had the decency to tell me he was Cumming. I should have pulled him out and let him cum over me but I got carried away and let him fill my cunt with his cum. And then I came myself and everyone cheered.

Two more then fucked me. One after the other. They bent me over the table and took me from the rear. The first one came in me but the second one was a prick and just after he started to climax he pulled out and slid his prick up my ass. There must have been some cum to lubricate him but it still hurt. I gripped the edge of the table and tried not to scream, which I think disappointed him because he really slapped my ass when he finished.

Two of the men had not yet had a fuck so Jill and I went on our knees and sucked them off. It was a race and the others bet on the result. I won and when he came, he pulled out and came over my face. I had never done that before but for some reason I liked it.

I went into the toilet to clean myself up and found the one who had passed out there before. He was still unconscious. I checked his vitals and did not like the results. I had done an extensive first aid course once, paid for by the company I worked for before I married. I stuck my hand in his mouth and pulled his tongue out. It was well back in his throat. I then started to give him c. p. r. I called for help and luckily enough one of them came into the loo for a piss and we worked on him together. The others noticed and Jill called Brian to get an ambulance. The men took over resuscitating him but he refused to come round. Jill and I dressed just before the ambulance arrived.

That was the end of that party. The men had paid in advance so Jill and I got our money. I earned seven hundred and fifty that night. And Jill told me a couple of days later the man's wife had called the bar and sent me her thanks for saving his life.

A couple of weeks later when I had got used to things Jill told me she was taking a break for a couple of weeks and asked if I wanted to take over for a while. Brian seemed quite pleased when we told him. So, I ended up staying in that room for a couple of weeks. The first thing I did was clean it. I then got some paint and cleaner and tackled the bathroom. It looked not bad when I had finished but still not good enough that I would let any of my friends use it. Jill had pointed out where she kept her toys in the back of the wardrobe and I got them all out and cleaned them. Funnily enough there was a complete set of pool balls there.

In that first week I had six men come up to my room. I made six fifty for just having straight sex. I also ate dinner on a couple of occasions at the bar and somehow always ended up talking with Brian. I found him to be a nice man. I liked his blue eyes.

One night I had a regular. I never knew his name and Jill had told me just to call him John. She told me he came every few months. I was not certain what he wanted until he got out the pool balls. I stripped off fully and sat in one corner of the room and he sat in the middle of the room a little away from me. I sat with my legs wide open and he rolled the balls at me and it gave him great pleasure to hit my cunt when he did, which was not that often.

Another client just wanted me to smack his bottom and tell him was a naughty boy. While another brought a photo of his mother and I had to try and look like her and when I did, to his satisfaction, he would fuck me.

A fair few just wanted a blow job. Mainly because their wives did not like to do it for them.

The middle weekend I had a mini buck's night. There were only three of them and we played card games, drank and danced. I was dressed in just a thong to begin with and then I remembered there was a bride's dress in the wardrobe so I put that on and played the bride. I think the bride groom was a virgin so I taught him what he should do on the night. I taught him how to kiss the bride. How to undress her, and how to play with her nipples and how to go down on her. I then let all three of them fuck me.

The bridegroom paid me the fee agreed and a bonus of one hundred for not laughing at him for being a virgin. I do not think his friends knew what was happening.

The end of the second week I had a big problem. He was a big fat man and wanted to ride me with him on top. His wife would not let him and when he slid his prick into me I knew why. He was very, very heavy. The problem when he fucked me however was that he died. It took me ages to get to my phone and when I did Brian had a job getting him off me. It was the first time he had seen me naked and for some reason he blushed. We called an ambulance and the cops. We had no choice. The cops came first and took one look at him, then all hell broke loose. They dressed him and Brian showed them where the back entrance was. It took all three of them, Brian and the two police, to get him out of the building the back way and onto the street just as the ambulance arrived. It turns out he was a high up judge and it was made to look as if he had died of a heart attack while walking down the street.

When Jill got back, I went through most things that happened but never mentioned the judge. She said I'd done well. And I had. I'd made nearly three grand nearly after all expenses.

I paid the arears on the mortgage and bought myself a bit more underwear. Jill and I worked most of the week alternately in the room and together on the weekends. There seemed to be an increase in bucks' nights but weekdays were sporadic. On those nights that I had no clients I ended up working the bar for Brian. One of his girls that waited had quit to get married. It paid little but I did get free meals. And I got to talk with Brian. I told him about my marriage and boasted about my son. He told me about his divorce and said he'd wished he'd had a son. I got to really like Brian but at the back of my mind I thought he could never fall for a hooker. So that stopped me encouraging him.

My son Chris came home about six months after I started working with Jill and thankfully by then I had earned enough money to pay all outstanding bills and I had enough left over to give him some extra spending money. He hung around with his friends mainly. Thankfully he never asked me why I was hanging around at my friend Jill's apartment most nights and weekends.

We had a couple of Bucks nights just before Chris arrived home and they paid well and were fun, although I had the bridegroom up my ass twice on one of them. I think this one was going to really surprise his bride on the wedding night.

The weekend before Chris was going to go back, we had a six-man bucks night booked in. It would pay very well, maybe seven fifty each. They wanted us to put on a bit of a show Jill and I with each other. A strip, so we planned one. It was a wedding. Jill was the groom and I was going to be the bride. I told Brian this and he told he wouldn't mind seeing me dressed as a bride. It sort of stopped the conversation and I blushed.

That Friday night I dressed in the wedding dress with a vale hiding my face. Jill was dressed in a man's suit. The six men arrived and when the sixth one walked in I nearly fainted. It was my son. The vale of the wedding dress was down so I was pretty certain he did not recognise me as it was quite thick.

We served out drinks and they were all seated. I tried to keep well away from Chriss but had to get close to him while serving drinks and nibbles.

I got close to Jill just before we started our sketch.

"Jill. That boy there." I indicated Chris. "He's a bit of a problem."

"In what way. He looks nice?" she asked.

"He's, my son." I told her.

"Oh fuck." Jill hissed. "What can we do."

"We have to go through with this show." I told her. "But whatever you do we do not take off the vale."

She went to the wardrobe and returned with more hair clips. We put them on. Getting that vale off me was going to be difficult.

So, we put on our little sketch while the boys in the buck's party got drunk. It was a simple sketch. We pretended to be a bride and groom, alone for the first time since the wedding. We said some really stupid lines then Jill kissed me. It meant lifting the vale but I was facing away from Chris so he never saw my face. Slowly but not too slowly we stripped each other's clothing off. Jill sucked on my nipples for a little while then went down on me. When her tongue licked the length of my cunt's lips I nearly came for real. It felt really good. I even grabbed the back of her head and made her lick me for a while longer while she stuck two fingers into my cunt. Then I did climax.

Jill then got off me and dropped her trousers, exposing the dildo she was wearing.

I pretended to be afraid of it and we chased each other around the bed. Then she caught me and threw me on the bed. The vale with its extra clips held and Jill got on me with her legs between mine. She then slid the waxed-up dildo into my cunt and fucked me. I really liked it sliding in and out and would have climaxed had the act not had to finish. The bridegroom had got a bit carried away and he dragged Jill off me and took her place. He fucked me with long hard strokes and I could not stop myself wrapping my legs around his hips. I do not know why but this night was turning me on far more than normal. He climaxed and shot a lot of cum into my cunt. I lay there for a few seconds then turned to Jill to find her too getting fucked. Then another of them was sliding his dick into me. It was Chris. I just looked through the vale and I tried to relax as he ploughed his prick into me. It felt so good though

"Yes, baby Fuck Me!" I hissed and fuck me he did. His face got redder as I held onto him and felt his prick seeming getting bigger. I was loving it but I did not get carried away and forget about the vale. His trousers were down around his knees and I gripped his naked ass with both hands. He carried on fucking me and suddenly I could feel my climax building.

"I'm Going to Cum Baby!" I yelled. "Fuck you're good! Fuck me! Fuck me!" I yelled and then he arched his back and yelled out and I felt his prick pulse and that brought my climax own on. I screamed as a loud moan escaped his lips and I felt him pumping his seed into his own mother. It seemed to prolong my climax. And I just loved it. I was being fucked by my own son and I loved it.

He finally rolled off me and I really wanted him to kiss me but I dare not lift the vale so he kissed my forehead through it. The next young man then climbed on board. He rolled me over and slid his prick into my ass and I found I loved having him fuck his prick in and out of my ass. I felt a lot of pleasure but still had to fake a climax when he filled my ass with his cum.

The show was then over. I saw that Jill had cum on her face and in her hair and I went over to her and with my back to Chris, I kissed her for some reason. I just loved everybody that night.

The young men then left and as they did Chris slipped me fifty dollars. We made about five hundred each that night. After we had had our showers and tidied up, I went down to the bar. Brian was there and without saying anything to him I started serving the customers. There seemed to be a few extra tonight. Brian finally saw me and smiled. I smiled back and served the next customer. We carried on like that until nearly closing time. It was too busy for us to talk but we did get a few words in. After the bar closed, I helped tidy things up. Jill came down once and paid Brian what he was owed. She then looked at me, made a face and ran up the stairs.

Brian and I sat and had a coffee and I told him I was getting out of the prostitution business. He asked me why and after a bit of thought I told him about my son. I did not know what to expect but I did not expect the laughter. I tried to get angry but all I ended up doing was smile.

"So, what will you do now?" Brian asked when the laughter stopped. I shrugged.

"I've still got a few depts but they're not much. I have the fees for Chris in his final year and the mortgage is up to date. If I sell the house now, I'll have a bit left over after I pay that prick for brains whatever he manages to claw out of it. Maybe enough to buy an apartment somewhere very cheap."

"Well, you could always live here." Brian suddenly said. It sounded like it took a bit of effort.

"What? like Jill?' I asked.

"No. I live on the top floor. It's a big apartment with three bedrooms and all the usual stuff."

I stood up and walked up to him. He stood. He looked very nervous. This, a man who had thrown some big men out for being too rowdy, looked nervous looking at a prostitute(retired).

"And what do I have to do to get to this apartment?" I asked him.

"Marry me." Was all he said. His face was red.

"You'd marry an ex-prostitute?" I asked.

"In a flash." He looked down at me and I kissed him. We then went upstairs to his apartment.

That night I arrived home after Chris had got home. He was waiting for me. He came up to me and sniffed me.

"What's this? You a dog now or what?" I asked him.

"I thought so." He sounded pompous. "I was at a bar tonight and was close to a woman who was wearing the same perfume you have on."

"They sell it buy the gallon," I told him.

"She was also wearing those earrings." He told me.

Damn but I had forgotten the earrings

"So? I'm not the only one with taste."

"I need to know mam. Was it you."

"And if it was?"

He paused.

"If it was you, you were one great fuck."

I was stunned.

"If it was me and you fucked me it certainly won't happen again." I told him and realised it looked like a confession.

"Besides which. I'm getting married."

"What?" Married? Who too?"

"He owns the bar. He also rents out rooms but he has an apartment on the top floor. I'll be selling this house."

"Does he know about me?"

"Of course he knows I have a son."

"Does he know your own son fucked you tonight?'

"He knows everything about me." I told him. For the first time I saw a little of that shit of a father in him and I was determined to stamp it out. "He also knows lots of people that get rid of pests."

"Peace mother. Peace." He held up his hands and smiled. "When is the happy event?"

"Before you return to college. We'll want you to attend of course."

"Is he going to have a buck's night?" Chris asked. "Cause if he is I can recommend a place. There's a woman there who's a real good fuck and performs beautifully at buck's nights."

"You're never going to let me forget this are you?" I said. Chris smiled

"Nope."

I sighed. "What do you want?"

He came closer and kissed me. I did not exactly fight him off. He then reached around me and I heard the zip of my dress as he pulled it down.

He then pulled the sleaves of my dress forwards and the top of my dress fell to my waist.

"You are one beautiful woman mam." He told me. I pulled my hands free and my dress fell to the floor. I then took his head in my hands and kissed him. While we kissed, he undid my bra and it fell to my wrists and then joined my dress on the floor.

"I love you." He told me as his hands cupped my tits and his thumbs stroked my nipples. My breath started to become ragged.

"We'll do this in my bedroom." I told him as I began to unbuckle his belt.

His jeans were tight and I had to pull them past his hips. I lent forwards to do this and found my face not far from his prick. I looked up at him as I pulled his prick from his underpants and sucked the end of it into my mouth. When he was rock hard, I stood up and started up the stairs to my bedroom.

"Coming?" I asked.

"If you insist." He replied and we made it to the first turn in the stairs before I ended up on my hands and knees as he shoved his prick into my cunt from behind. I let out a long moan as he started to pound it in and out of my cunt. I loved it. The idea that it was my sons prick that was making it feel so good made it even better. It lasted for several minutes.

"OHHH! Fuck Baby! This feels so good!" I yelled at him. "Keep fucking me. Don't stop! Fuck! I'm going to Cum Baby. I'm going to fucking Cum!"

I screamed as my body spasmed and arched. Chris followed in just a few strokes and I could feel him pump stream after stream of cum into my cunt.

We both had to rest on the stairs for a while and then we shared a shower.

"Do you think your boyfriend is going to like it knowing we've fucked?" Chris asked.

"Brian knows. I told him. Didn't I tell you this earlier.?"

"Yes. But what about when you move in with him. You are going to aren't you."

"Yes of course. We're going to get married. I told you."

"And what will happen if he finds us fucking?"

"Didn't I tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"He's a bum man. He likes anal. I told him you might oblige him if he's in the mood and I'm not there."

Chris turned pale.