Part 4 - Lisa's Story

Lisa; a girl; 35 years old, five foot three inches tall, with short black hair and brown eyes.

My name is Lisa, and yes, that is my real name. For the past ten years I have been working the area between the Prudential Center and Penn Station in Newark New Jersey, trying to making a living the best I can. It isn't an easy place and certainly not for the faint of heart, but I'm not exactly what you would call a high class whore.

In the neighborhood I work, you have to offer something that you can't get from others. There is a lot of competition here, from all different types of "working girls" so you have to do something to stand out. I have an advantage in that I don't have many restrictions in what I will do sexually. I am up for pretty much whatever the customer wants except for S&M. I don't mind a spanking or a little nipple clamping play, but anything involving real pain is a no-no. "I like me and I don't trust you" is my philosophy! Some people call me a skank whore, some call me gutter trash... whatever. You can call me whatever you like so long as the green keeps coming in - believe me, I've been called every name in the book!

I grew up not far from here in East Brunswick, New Jersey. I had a fairly decent life growing up I guess, all things considered. Dad worked as a truck driver so he was gone a lot, but when he was home we were pretty happy. Mom worked as a waitress at a local restaurant and did her best to raise me right. My childhood had no traumatic events and was pretty ordinary.
 
I did however, have trouble in school. I have ADD so school was very difficult for me. I couldn't seem to sit in a classroom for hours on end and listen to someone talk about something I had absolutely no interest in. As a result, I got very bored easily and I would act out - cracking jokes, making the other kids laugh, and causing interruptions for my teachers. I got in trouble a lot and my Mom was forever coming to school to talk to my teachers or my principals.

I finally dropped out of school when I reached sixteen and was able to legally leave school. I was happy to be out of school and have the days to myself again, but I didn't realize that such freedom came with a price. With no high school education and no GED, my employment opportunities were limited at best.
 
With Dad gone so much and Mom so busy at work, I was left to watch myself most of the time - not a good thing when you are easily bored. I would leave the house as soon as Mom had safely gone, and go about finding something to keep me entertained. That usually meant boys and I knew just where to find them! I quickly learned that boys have this remarkable ability to hold my interest and that sex was wonderfully calming for me. My first "boyfriend" took my cherry and I have never asked for it back!

I became quite the little slut once I discovered cock, and I couldn't seem to get enough. When I found out my boyfriend couldn't keep up with me, I dropped him to find myself another. I went from boy to boy looking for someone who could feed my starving pussy, but no one seemed to be able to. Then it came to me... no ONE could satisfy me! I stopped looking for Mr. Right at that point and started looking for Mr. Right Now. I was too much for any one man to keep up with, and so I would have multiple guy friends.
 
Having several guys chasing me seemed to ease my sexual hunger and getting it regularly was working. Oh, there was the occasional jealous spat, but if things got too serious, I would walk away. And the guys knew that too, so it usually worked out.

This system seemed to work for awhile and I was feeling pretty good about it. That is, until Adam came into the picture. Adam was a friend of one of my guy friends and we met one day when they both came over to see me. Adam was new to the area and Tim (my guy friend) was showing him around and introducing him to some people.

Adam was a gorgeous, well built, muscular hunk of a guy with blonde, shoulder length hair and ice blue eyes. I fell for him the moment I saw him and decided I was going to add this guy to my selection of playmates. Soon, I was seeing him more often than my other guy friends. We just seemed to click and the sex was fantastic. I thought that maybe this guy was the one I had been searching for.

We were married about a year later, when I was nineteen. At first it was nice, we didn't have a lot of money, but we didn't need much. We were happy just being with each other. But then things started happening... I started finding out more about my new husband and not all of it was good. As we got more and more accustomed to life together, I started seeing another side to my man.

He started off first by raising his voice at me. I thought "Well maybe I deserved that" when it occurred. But he soon started yelling at me, then cussing at me, and finally hitting me. I realized he was an abuser. I had married a wife abuser. I tried making him happy. I tried doing things the way he wanted them. But the more I tried pleasing him, the more it angered him when I messed up.

I held it together for six years. Six years of being yelled at, called every vile name in the book, and being hit. I went to the hospital several times because I had "fallen" or been "clumsy" and gotten black eyes or various bruises. I had a concussion once from one of my "accidents" and even busted an arm. I began to wonder if this was all there was to a relationship and I started suffering from depression. Depression led to alcohol to try to escape and that is when it happened.

I was going to the liquor store one day to buy yet another bottle. I was a vodka drinker primarily, but in a pinch I would drink whatever I could get my hands on. I was about to go into the store when I realized that I didn't have enough cash. I did have a credit card, although I preferred not to use it - if hubby found out I had been to the liquor store with the credit card, he'd be pissed! But then I realized that he was going to be pissed at me for something anyhow, so what's the difference! I went in and got my bottle and was at the register to pay for it. I plopped down the card but when the cashier rang it up, the card had been denied! I was dejected and was about to put the bottle back, when a friendly voice spoke up from behind.

"You look like you could use a drink," the voice said. I turned about and saw a nicely dressed man behind me flashing some money in his hand. "What would you say to having a drink with me?" He offered to by the bottle for me and I gratefully accepted. He paid for my bottle and we walked out of the liquor store together. Then he took me around the corner of the liquor store where I paid him back for his kindness with a little of my own.
After showing my new friend my appreciation orally, I left to go home, bottle in hand. As I suspected, Adam came home and was pissed about something at work. With me as a handy punching bag, he got his frustrations of the day out, giving me a couple more bruises for my collection in the process.

But this time I'd had enough. Once he passed out on the couch as was his fashion, I grabbed a pillowcase and threw what clothes I could into it. Then I left him sleeping on the couch.

I didn't know what I would do or where I would go, I just knew I had to get out of there. I'd figure something out once I put some distance between me and him and could think clearly. I went to the nearby transit station and got on the first bus leaving for anywhere. I took the bus as far as it went, then hopped another, and finally another. That got me a good distance from what I once called home.

Figuring I was safe from Adam for awhile, I sat down on the bench as the bus stop to try to figure things out. I took stock of what I had, which wasn't much, and what I needed. I had no job, and no skills to speak of. I needed a place to stay and something to eat.

It didn't take me long to figure out that if I could use my sexual appetite to get a bottle, why not use if to get something to eat? I knew that prostitution was a tricky game and that it could be dangerous, but I grew up on these streets... I figured I could handle myself.

And so my new life began.

Joey Antonacci was my first "date". Joey was a fifty-something sanitation worker whose wife had left his many years ago. Joey had his own place, a nice Victorian townhouse in a better part of town. Joey's house was about a fifteen-minute drive from where I had set up "shop".

Joey's place was a disaster; apparently housekeeping wasn't real high on his list of priorities. The kitchen sink was stacked high with dirty dishes and it looked like he hadn't done laundry for a week.

Joey lived a pretty simple lifestyle, there were no knick-knacks, pictures, or anything to make the place look like a home.

Joey had picked me up on his way home from work so he was still dressed in his work clothes, dark blue cotton coveralls that were badly in need of washing and had seen better days.

The hundred dollars Joey was paying for me was the only good thing about the situation.

Joey had seen me standing on the corner of Mulberry and Market Streets and given me the once over.

I knew he liked the looks of me as I had dressed to get his attention, a skimpy sequined tube top with no bra, a very short mini-skirt, and high heels.

Now back at his home, the old guy showed me through to the living room and offered me a beer.

I sat in the chair opposite him and opened my legs so he could see I wasn't wearing any panties. I allowed him to gaze at my bare pussy as he looked in his wallet for the cash.

"Where do you want to do it?" I asked him as he handed me five twenties.

"In my bed." he mumbled as I tucked the money into my small purse.

I followed him into the bedroom. The place was a mess like the rest of the house. Dirty clothes thrown all over and the rumbled unmade bed looked like it hadn't seen clean sheets for weeks. This was the cum stained bed I was going to be fucked in.

"Get undressed." Joey ordered, pointing to the bed.

I was bought and paid for; obediently, I slipped my top off over my head and stepped out of my short skirt. I stood naked before the old man.

Joey quickly removed his own clothes. As he pulled off his shorts I saw his raging hard on. He was huge, much bigger than I had taken before.

"Suck it you little slut!" he demanded, waving his cock in my direction.

I sat down on the edge of the bed as he walked up to me.

He grabbed the back of my head and with one hand, he forced his cock into my mouth. I took his cock into my mouth submissively - "like a good little whore," he commented.

His cock was foul; it tasted of stale urine and semen. My lips sealed around his shaft as my tongue caressed his cock. For someone who worked in cleaning the city streets of garbage, he was surprisingly filthy in his own life.

"That's it you little cocksucker, take it all!" he moaned as I began sucking his meatpole. He pulled me down onto his cock forcing it deeper into my mouth. I felt him hitting the back of my throat and a began to gag. Joey pulled his cock out of my mouth slapping my face.

"What kind of a whore are you... can't suck a cock?" he spat at me. I opened my mouth to protest, but he filled it with cock again, shoving himself down my throat. He held his thick cock deep down my throat as he held me by the hair until I tapped his leg, letting him know I needed a breath. He pulled out and I choked coughing as I tried to suck in a breath. A couple short gulps of air and he went back down, pressing into my throat until my nose touched his stomach. His belly hair tickled my nose adding to my distress and once again I tapped his leg. Pulling out, a thick strand of saliva connected my mouth and his cock. I gasped as I snatched another breath of air.

But he wasn't finished with my mouth yet. He plunged back in and this time he began pumping in and out, fucking my face as he grabbed me around the throat, feeling his cock slide around inside.

"Guck, guck, guck," I made noises as he fucked my throat, adding to his pleasure and trying to get him so excited he would cum. I was ready to get this done and get out of there. I reached up and fondled his nuts as he fucked my throat.

"I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum whore!" he growled as he pulled out of my mouth. I jacked his cock the last few jerks until he shot his load all over my face and tits I knew that men loved to see me all covered in cum and I expected he did too. I let a couple spurts find their way into my mouth, and although I normally love the taste of a man's cum, his cum tasted foul. But spitting out what a man gives you isn't proper etiquette, so I swallowed it quickly.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you," Joey said.

Without giving me any chance to catch my breath and recover, the lust-crazed Italian pushed me backwards onto the bed and pushed my legs apart, stepping in between them. I felt the head of his enormous cock searching through my pubic hair for my young pussy. Within moments, he found his way to my entrance and started pushing into me.

His cock was bigger than I was used to and hurt as he callously rammed himself into me. In one unsympathetic thrust he buried his entire cock in my tight pussy.

"Oww Joey! Please, not so hard, baby!" I complained as he began fucking me thoughtlessly.

My pleas went disregarded as Joey bounced in and out of me satisfying his pent-up lust. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him, trying to hold him close as I resolved myself to be ridden like one of those coin-operated kid's pony rides.

For a man of his age, Joey was amazingly energetic and persistent. Having just emptied his first load all over me, he was still able to fuck me much longer than I would have liked. The man must have been pounding his cock into me for ten minutes in a wild frenzy of grunting and swearing and moaning.

Finally, I felt his body stiffen and he emitted a low guttural moan, as I felt more warm cum flooding my womb. To my relief, his weight was taken off me as he withdrew his dripping cock from my pussy.

Joey lay exhausted, panting, and sweating beside me as he regained his strength. I started to get up to get dressed.

"I'm not finished with you yet!" he said, reaching over and grabbing my arm.

I dreaded what he was going to want next. I had only been fucked in the ass once and I didn't like it.

"On your stomach, whore," he ordered.

Begrudgingly, but obediently, I rolled over on the bed offering my bare ass to my tormentor.

Joey started off by grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them apart. I tensed up in anticipation for what was next, but in a surprise move, he began my first tonguing my tight crinkled hole. When I felt his tongue back there it caught me totally off guard and it took a couple seconds for it to register that he was rimming me. I began to moan and my ass raised up of its own volition to meet his eager mouth.

"Oooh fuck, Joey!" I moaned as his tongue began to lick at my hole. I gasped as he pushed the tip past my anal ring. He was surprisingly tender and I was beginning to have a change of heart with this man. He spent several wonderful moments eating my asshole and caring for me. But he had more for me than just a tongue bath. He raised his face up and I whined that I didn't want him to stop. He smiled and then he ran a fingertip across my saliva-lubricated star. I pushed back against it a bit, and he slipped two fingers into my asshole.
At first that felt good too - not as good as his tongue, but it was pleasant enough. But then he began working them around twisting them inside me ass and spreading them a bit. I realized what he was doing. He was stretching me in preparation for his cock. I began moaning and whimpering as I felt him working my asshole then adding another finger. I was feeling the size now and while it didn't hurt yet, it was getting to the point of being uncomfortable.

"Easy, baby, I'm not used to that stuff," I said trying to get him to go slowly.
 
He just chuckled at me, derisively. He pulled his fingers out of me and I started to relax a bit thinking I had gotten to him. I was wrong.

He let me think that he had relented then shoved the first two fingers of each hand into my asshole and began to pull my asshole open stretching me wide.
 
"Owwch! Hey that hurts!" I cried. I tried reaching back to push him away, but he just pulled a hand out and smacked me hard on the ass.

"Shut up, slut! I paid for this ass and I'm gonna use it!" he growled. Then he shoved his fingers back in and continued with what he was doing. I just put my face in the pillow and tried to think of something else. He stretched my hole wider and wider and I just moaned and whimpered as he prepared my ass. Finally he finished and he raised up, moving closer between my legs. He spat into my ass and used it as lubrication as he pointed the head of his cock at my abused asshole. He pushed in and I felt him opening me up.

"Ohhh fuck, Joey!" I cried as I felt him driving deep into my rectum. I had only been fucked in the ass a couple times before... once when I was young before I married Adam and once by Adam after we had come home from a party. We both had had a bit too much to drink and decided to mess around.

But I was stone-cold sober now and Joey wasn't "messing around".

Joey was no more gentle fucking my ass than he had been entering my pussy. With nothing more than some spit and a coating of my pussy juice lubricating his cock he forced his way into my poop chute.

The pain was excruciating, he just forced my face further into the pillow as he complete his journey into my bowels. Finally I felt his balls on my ass cheeks, he was all the way in.

Joey fucked my ass like a dog would chew an old boot, his cock ripping in and out of my anus without the slightest regard to my suffering. He pounded my ass for a good five minutes or so before he had finally had enough and came. I was glad when he came too, because his jism was actually soothing in my sore hole.

When he finished, I got dressed and left, glad to be done with this job. I could hardly walk when I left that horny Italian's house and was finally headed home.