The first time James put me out on the street, he made me wear a hot pink tube skirt, just like this one.
When I first met him… on a BDSM website… I shared with him that I had a “street whore” fantasy, where I had a black pimp daddy who would make me sell the pussy and give him all the money.
It was just a deep dark nasty fantasy of mine… one among many… that I told him about.
We’d be at his place having sex, and as he was fucking me, I’d tell him “I wanna be your whore, daddy. I wanna make you lots of money.”
It was just a fantasy, like a hundred other ones.
Then one night, about maybe two months after I met him, James had a gift for me. It was gift wrapped with a nice bow on it. I was so excited and curious. Inside was a hot pink tube skirt.
I was like, “What’s this?”
And he said, “That’s what you’re gonna wear tonight.”
“You gonna make some money for me tonight, baby.”
And that’s how it started.
He took me to Long Beach that night, near the shipyard docks. On the way there, he told me how it worked. I had no idea at the time that he had actually done this before with other girls. I wasn’t his first bitch.
I was married to Scott at the time. He knew I was seeing someone, and kept bugging me, trying to find out who it was, but I wouldn’t tell him… which was part of my game with my cuckold hubby. “He’s black and he has a big beautiful cock. That’s all you need to know.”
Scott obviously knew that I occasionally fucked other men; sometimes I’d tell him ahead of time, sometimes only afterwards, and sometimes not at all.
At the time, I was seeing James about maybe twice a week. That went on for a while. Then it got to where I was spending every weekend with him.
I’d get home late Sunday night from spending the weekend with my Bull… and tease my husband. “My pussy is filthy. I need you to clean it for me.” And he would do it. He’d go down on me and make me cum. That’s how well-trained I had him.
He had no idea I was whoring for James, and that I had been with like five or six guys the night before.
Whenever James put me out on the street, he would always make sure I was protected. There were a few times when things got kind of dicey, but he always took care of things.
He usually gave me very specific instructions on what he expected. It was a game we played. I did it as my way of demonstrating my submission to him. But also because I got off on being his whore.
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