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Whore. That’s my title. Let me explain. I’ve fucked everybody who asked and some who didn’t. When I graduated high school, 18 and a virgin, I was a wall flower nothing special till I met Christina, the girl who was supposed to train me at my first job. I worked as a cashier at a gas station booth. She was older and wiser in my view, and she ‘took me under her wing’, and she was also my first pimp.

On my second shift with her it was the overnight shift that we really got to know each other (so I thought). She found out about my inexperience with boys and told me she would ‘help me out of my shell’. I thought it was a great idea and listened to her tantalizing tales with great interest. At some point she had to step out and talk to a ‘friend’ in his car for a few minutes. I said I had it covered and didn’t think anything of it. When she came back she was a little out of breath and her eyes were watery. She said her allergies were ‘acting up’. I believed her.

The next day we worked together again and she brought some really sexy clothes for me to try on. She started first by dressing me up and flattering my figure. I never was exposed to anything like this since I was raised by my grandpa.

Every thing was high collar and baggy, apparently grandpa knew he had to hide me. She met with two more friends that night, while I worked the register, and her allergies were much worse today than yesterday.

The next day we were off and we made plans to hang out. I had a argument with gramps that day and left in a huff. When I met with Christina she had a couple of guy friends over and they were playing a board game. I joined them and had my first taste of alcohol. It was fruity and I couldn’t taste the alcohol, so of course I had like 5.

I was drunk when she suggested that I go in the back bedroom with her friend, that I just met and practice kissing. This wasn’t too big of a surprise since we talked a little about this last time we were together. I saw no harm in a little kissing. Well I was pretty buzzed for the first time, so getting me to give up my cherry wasn’t that hard, but it wasn’t planned

He was persuasive and persistent, he took me gently before giving me a good rooting. He was unsheathed so he filled my virgin cunt with his cum and I could feel it flow out of me when he exploded in me. I didn’t cum that first time but it didn’t matter. I was hooked. I loved cock in my cunt and wanted, no needed, more.

He got up, said “Thanks, here is a little something extra.” and slipped me a 50 dollar bill. Confused and sore I looked at my sore cunt and saw the pink stain of my virginity leaking out. That’s when Christina came in happy as could be.

“I know you didn’t know, and you might be pissed, but we just made $1000 from the weed dealer for your virginity.”

“What the fuck? You Bitch!” was all I could say.

Then she gave me $750 and said “There is more where that came from if I was interested.”

Well I wasn’t, and I called her every name in the book as I gathered myself and whatever clothes I could find. I demanded all the money or I was calling the cops travesti istanbul and filing a rape report. And telling them everything.

She gave it up, and told me I was an ungrateful brat, too naïve for my own good.

When I got home that night Grandpa was dead. I had to grow up fast in that moment. Over the next 6 weeks I took care of all his final needs and mourned the only father I ever really knew. I also looked for anything of value, papers or hidden money. When all was said and done all I had left was $5k and the house. I always expected when he died there would be a big inheritance. I was wrong. I later found out there was reverse mortgage on the house and I had 60 days to move.

That’s when I ran into Christina. Well, looked for Christina, When push came to shove, she was the only person I knew outside school and I didn’t know her either. We made up, I told her I might have over-reacted, (I didn’t) and she said she was sorry for not letting me in on the secret, but she thought I would chicken out. (I would have).

After we made up, we drank, and I confessed I liked cock. I told her it was the best thing I ever did. I also told her about my housing issues and grandpa. That I had very little to money to move with. She said not to worry, I could live with her and we could figure out the money later.

Right after that I had met a guy through Christina, Paul, and was fucking him pretty regular, but that was it, just him, and just fucking no oral, that was still a little gross to me. We were not dating just fucking.

So after about a week I was working at the station again and Christina came by and asked if I wanted to make some extra money. I said sure as long as I don’t have to fuck for it.

You don’t, just have suck my friends dick for $100, he is quick so it will be 5 to 10 minutes and you are done.

“Gross” I haven’t done that yet.

“Good we can charge double. We both make a few quick bucks.”

“Why do you make any money?”

“Cause I set it all up and I have the customers.”

“I’m not sure I can do that.”

“And that’s why I didn’t tell you the first time you got fucked, or about Paul.”

“What about Paul?” I was stunned.

“He’s how you get your rent for free. He pays me, you fuck him, I

pay rent.” she said proudly.

“If you don’t want to make some money then don’t do it. But we are done, and you move tomorrow.”

I was trapped, and she knew it. “When, and where?”

“He’ll be here in about 30mins. When he gets here flip your break sign over and go out to his car. Red Caddy. Don’t worry about the money I’ll get it.” she said and promptly left.

Exactly on time the red Cadillac pulled in and parked in the no camera zone. I flipped my sign and dutifully walked out to the car.

“I hear its your first.” he said. “Just remember no teeth and don’t stop till I’m completely done.”

I nodded wordlessly and he pulled out his small soft cock and pulled me closer. I took it well despite the crotch odor and not knowing what I was doing. It went surprisingly good, I felt him rise in my mouth and he wasn’t istanbul travestileri too big so I didn’t choke on his dick. He was done quickly and his cum shot straight into the back of my throat so I didn’t even have to taste it.

When I got out I was little out of breath and my eyes were watery…. Suddenly the light came on and I realized what Christina was doing. Shit, she was a prostitute and was turning me into one too.

I liked to suck dick apparently, because now I was super horny and wanted to fuck. When my phone rang it startled me.

“You got a great review, are you horny yet, cause I have guy that will pay $500 to fuck you in the booth while you work.” About an hour later my itch was scratched by my first black guy. He was slightly above average in length, and wider than anything I had so far. He was super aggressive in his treatment of my pussy, he split my pussy open and used it well. I came on his cock twice while he fucked me silly.

That’s the way I started being a whore, quickly Christina pissed me off and I broke out on my own. I had my own customers now, and some guys I fucked for fun. I blew more dicks than I thought possible in one weekend at a swingers resort. I was hired by the resort to be a fuck to for anyone, they paid pretty good. The resort is where I sold my asshole for the first time.

I fucked wives, boyfriends in front of their girl, I fucked cops and judges. I was out of control, somewhere along the line I got addicted to drugs and was living from fuck to fuck. I noticed my appearance was starting to show the wear on me after only two years.

I should have quit, got a real job, or taken residence with one of the fat cats who offered to keep me in an apartment if I slept only with them. But I was a whore, I needed more dicks and lots of them, so I continued. Gang bangs, corporate weekend, it didn’t matter if you had money and wanted sex I was your gal. Sometimes I would pick out a guy at the bar, perhaps he already had a date, and challenge myself to have his dick in me before the end of the night. I had a winning percentage so far.

I was out with a new guy Roy, or maybe Ray, It didn’t matter I knew I just need him to get in my pussy. He stepped out to take a call at the bar we were at when two guys walked over and used my real name. “Greta, We need you to come with us its really important.”

I had stopped using my real name years ago, I tried to make an excuse and resist. Then I felt it, a slight pinch. Then the room spun and all I heard was those same guys making excuses for me (‘she had too much to drink and not enough food’) as I was led / carried to an awaiting car. Then I completely blacked out.

The next few days I thought were a blur and anytime I woke I was examined by a Dr. in what looked like a hospital. Given more medicine and back to sleep.

When I finally really woke up I was wearing a light camisole and lace panties, and heels all in red. I was laying in a bed positioned like a doll. Arms at my side and straight, I noticed that what ever they gave me had left me with a slight hangover headache.

“Help istanbul travesti yourself to the water and aspirin on the table if you like, someone will be in in 5 mins If you need the restroom its to your left.” said a disembodied female voice coming from above. “Welcome”.

Yep there was a bathroom and I need it. After I relieved myself and checked to see if I was violated in my sleep, nope. As I started to look around the room I heard the door open. In walked a very handsome man and a very cute petite young lady in there 20s. She was dressed like I was, camisole and panties, but baby blue in color.

It was explained that I had been chosen to be harvested, they knew everything about me and my situation. They also somehow knew I was addicted to sex, as well as drugs. They would provide all the sex I needed or wanted but never again would I be allowed to use drugs. My detox was painless due to the fact that they have a Dr. here on site that kept me sedated during the whole process.

They explained that I have been taken to a state of the art sex palace in an undisclosed location. It was my choice to stay or go, but please before I make any decision allow them to show me around. It was nothing short of a paradise, plush accommodations, top notch food prepared on request. There was a pool area, complete with hot tubs and spas. Various sports were available tennis, badminton, golf, and of course volleyball.

Most the guests were either fully nude, or dressed in something super sexy that left little to the imagination. My informed guide told me that this was a “free use with consent vacation resort”.

That day I was gloriously fucked by three well hung men, and I had my pussy expertly eaten by a couple of very nice girls, all a part of the orientation tour. I was fed, pampered and well taken care of. I mean hair, nails, and massage. The whole time if I need a cock, it was provided. Pretty much whatever I wanted except real answers. This went on for two weeks I felt like it was time to bolt out of there, then I finally met Ray.

Yes, Ray, he kidnaped me, and added me to some sort of twisted sex palace he owned. The first thing he did was to apologize for abducting me, then he laid everything out. For his own personal reasons he established this place, it was a place of sexual freedom. He ‘recruited’ or ‘harvested’ young talent like myself who had real potential, whatever that potential might be. He made them drug free, debt free and healthy. Then gave them a chance to start fresh or continue their journey, wherever that took them. Some choose to stay and become a part of this place, others move on to continue their life, some end up returning again to the stability Ray offers. Ray said he gives them all a second chance but that’s it.

He told me since I completed detox, that part of my journey was complete. He hoped I would choose to stay for a while, but I was free to exit since he was sure I had fully recovered from my addiction. I had choices to make and plenty of time to make them. Did I want to stay and become a part of this place, or did I want to start a new life as something different than a whore?

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Thank you reader for enjoying my little story. The question is …

Does Gretta stay? Does she go and come back? Or does she go forever and never be a hoe no more.

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