Prostitute Erotic Flash Fiction

Keeping the chain gripped in her mouth was almost as uncomfortable as the way it pulled on her nipples. The moment anyone opened the door they would see exactly what she was. She squirmed, ashamed at her weakness in going along with this and yet still not getting up or stopping it. How many people she wondered? How many had Miss Nicole invited? How much had she charged? And for what exactly?…

You just have to take stranger's cocks in your mouth or cunt. Parading your body on the street like a piece of meat. Letting then leer, letting them grope you. Letting them do anything they want for a few dollars. You don't even get to keep all of it. Half of it goes to your owner. Yes, the respectable, successful, powerful woman has an owner now. They corrupted you, they molded you, they broke you. Respect gone. Job gone. Friends gone. All that's left is a cheap whore with a dripping cunt. Better get ready for the next customer. Your owner doesn't like it when you don't earn enough. Maybe you should offer your ass this time…

Good girls don't do that. But you're not really a good girl, you just pretend to be one. Cash in hand, his cock in your mouth. Your cunt was so wet. You let a strange man shove his cock in you for money. And that memory is always in your head now. What you did, the excitement that came with it. You'll rub to it again and again. You can tell yourself otherwise, but you're a whore now…