whore
i took the bus home from work today because i was dressed a little slutty and without panties i was worrying about being groped on the train. i wasn’t dressed slutty like i was about to go out clubbing, but i was dressed fancy, in a slutty way, like the typical “hot secretary”… stockings and garters, a clingy top and too short of a skirt. at work, i do get some stares, but only positive attention from the guys, including my direct, who always compliments me when i dress like this.
anyway, it’s a long and winding bus ride, and it goes through an area where you can always see prostitutes selling themselves on the streets.
i was looking out the window at one hooker in particular. she was very young, a white girl who looked like she was barely 18, and she was literally almost naked. her skirt was so short that it didn’t cover her curvaceous bottom at all, it just covered the top half of her butt crack, leaving the fleshy lower part of her chubby cheeks poking out and jiggling as she bent over to speak to a john through his passenger-side window. i think she was basically wearing a string bikini on top, but i didn’t really look because i was so excited looking at her jiggly bottom cheeks, so shockingly exposed right there on the street.
there are a lot of whores in this city, and the majority of them are black and hispanic, but there are definitely a few white girls!
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gosh Master, you know my rent is late, and i can feel my landlord’s bad vibes right through the wall… he knows i’ll pay, but he gets really mad when i’m late! he might yell at me, and that immanent fear makes me so nervous…
he could just bang on my door any time and be mean to me and raise his voice, and bully me into making promises i don’t know if i can keep. last time he asked “will you have it tomorrow?” and i just had to say yes, it was like there was no other acceptable answer.
i know you control my holes. my mouth and my vagina and my bottom hole and even my pee-hole are all yours. even my cervix hole is yours.
but Master i just really feel like if i just dressed super slutty, like that girl, oh my god i could just shimmy around for five minutes and attract a john…?
would that really be so bad?
isn’t there something super hot about just making myself so vulnerable to a random stranger? don’t you sort of want me to be used like that? fucked, maybe even ass-fucked, by some creep who just ogles me from his car window and decides he likes what he sees?
to be honest, my nipples are so hard i could cut glass right now, just thinking of how vulnerable i would feel…
please, Master! i really am a whore, deep down inside.
you know that, right?
my Daddy was right all along… i’m the worst kind of whore, the kind who really likes it.
my Daddy always said the men will be able to tell, and they’ll punish me for it. they’ll punish me for liking it so much.
oh gosh Master, what if being fucked by some ugly, brutal stranger makes me cum? and what if having my needy little whore pussy cum all over his big cock just makes him angry?
that possibility is so scary… but it’s scary in just the right way for me, Master, it’s just right to make me really want it… to ache for it! oh Master i can’t breathe… i’m getting so worked up! oh God Master i want it so bad!
i am hyperventilating Master, and my little pussy is making a spot on the couch! i can’t believe i started writing to you without spreading a towel down beneath my bottom! oops! what a mess. wow…
oh gosh i’ve made a mess of the couch! i’m so stupid! i wish you were around to just control every move i make. i need that level of guidance these days, seriously, i really do.
oh Master, don’t you think i should just whore myself?! wouldn’t that be fitting? don’t i deserve it?
i really need the money, Master. i really need to pay my rent, like, right now!
but more than that i deserve to be used as a whore. brutally used. by random strangers. mean men, who can’t get laid because they have no idea how to treat a lady. men who have contempt for women, who hate them, but desperately need to use their wet vaginas. men who will take all their frustration out on me, because i am offering my nasty, wet little pussy… but not for free… not for love… just as a way to milk them for the better part of their measly paychecks!
ooh they will hate me! ooh they will blame me!
oh gosh i want to be hate-fucked like that, i want my poor little pussy, my dripping wet, nasty pussy, to be fucked like that, with all the rage and frustration of a lifetime of rejection all to be taken out on me, on my poor little leaky red pussy!
and… oh God Master! what will they think of me when i cum from it? From their vicious, relentless hate-fucking of my dirty little twat?!
oh please let me do it Master… isn’t this the perfect job for me?
aren’t i just the most nasty, filthy little whore you can imagine? don’t i deserve anything and everything i get?
can’t i be just like that girl i saw today? please Master? pretty please? please Master, please let me sell my skanky little bottom on the street corner… please let me try it just once? oh my gosh Master… don’t you think i deserve it?
don’t i just deserve anything and everything i get, Master? even if they brutalize me? even if they whip me all over with the buckle end of their belts? even if they invite their friends over to the sleazy motel and take turns with my tied, spread open body, punch-fucking me front and back with their huge, hairy fists?
don’t i deserve it Master? don’t i deserve whatever happens to me? you know i do. you know i deserve it all, Master…
oh gosh darn it Master… you know i need it!
14 responses to “whore”
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Master had better be there to see you get paid, or I just know you’re going to give it away for the pleasure of pretending to be raped in your whore fantasy. You’re no whore at heart, are you? A pain slut, a humiliation slut, a shame slut, that’s you, not a hardworking professional hooker at all. Just a sextoy with grandiose pretensions of being a real woman.
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when i’m depressed i think i’m just a crazy person with a hormonal imbalance who happens to have been born with a vagina. but when i’m feeling okay about myself i can embrace my sexual feelings and enjoy them without guilt, and i hope other women with purvy feelings like mine can do the same…
i’m sorry if my fantasy of being a sex worker might be exploitative… it’s just a fantasy and not intended to hurt anyone’s feelings, or to shed any light on the sex industry, which quite frankly i know way too little about.
i’m just a pain and shame slut as you say, and not a hard working prostitute. where i live there is a problem with “gorilla pimps” who beat up their “bitches” routinely, and i understand the police are cracking down on the gorilla pimps, even in the very neighborhood i happened to be passing by on the bus when this fantasy originated.
i’m sure street prostitution is unfathomably dangerous around here. still i can’t help but fantasize about it. i know you know a lot of women in the sex industry, and now i feel a little sheepish about having posted this…
but i need these fantasies for some reason… they’ve been with me all my life. my father predicted i was going to grow up to be a “whore”, and while i stopped short of fulfilling his prophecies, my fantasy life has embraced them forever. but it’s only recently i’ve begun coming to terms with myself in this regard.
Q: can i write erotica about my fantasies of being exploited/raped/battered, and still be a good person?
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I know it’s all just your fantasy world that you write about, and I’m just playing when I shame you, please don’t take it as me judging you!
Where I come from sex work is not a crime, I’ve even known some ‘nice girls’ who’ve dabbled in it – not street work though, that’s still hardcore, survival-level stuff, even in a decriminalised context. My point is, that when you stop criminalising sexwork, the workers don’t need so much protection, and that puts the pimps out of work, which makes the whole scene much less seedy, and makes everyone safer. From everything I’ve seen, the US legal structure around sexwork is deeply fucked up.
Back to the topic, though – fantasies are often exploitative, and wrong and bad, but who cares if they stay as fantasy. They’re ideas, and ideas aren’t inherently good or bad. It depends what you do with them. And you’re perfectly cognisant of how socially inappropriate your fantasies are, so I can’t possibly call you a bad person for your personal exploration of your personal urges! You’re not compelling anyone who doesn’t want to to read your fantasies, much less partake!
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A: Yes, but only if you go ahead and publish as you’ve done here! Don’t keep it to yourself, that’s mean! What depravities go on in that filthy mind of yours?? Enquiring minds want to know!! And–you’re helping us keep our minds in the gutter where they belong, so it’s a public service really!😂
You know that as an erotic writer you’re already considered a part of the sex industry, don’t you? Why do you think Kofi squelched your tip jar?? You just haven’t managed to monetize your writing successfully yet.. . This brings up a serious point: there are better and worse ways to make money in the industry. Streetwalking in a bad area under a gorilla pimp? There can be few worse ways. But you know that! I don’t need to belabor the point.
What I would suggest is that you take a hard look at your options. You really do need a major new source of income, hell you need a new career! Don’t know much about the sex industry? Then take the time to educate yourself and reach out to people currently doing this successfully. Pornography, for example. Lots of that in the Bay Area. Onlyfans creators. People involved in legal prostitution in Nevada brothels. How about your own kinky porn website? HollyRandall.com is a great resource She does great interviews with people involved in all aspects of the sex industry. Which I would remind you, you’re already a part of! Really, Jan I don’t see anything wrong with you monetizing your sexuality in ways that go beyond just writing. It’s hard to make much money writing anyway. Of course it’s your life, but🤔🤔🤔about it, please.
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A: You can. That’s what’s so freeing about fantasy and imagination. You are not representing a whole group of hard-working, exploited people. You are representing yourself. As long as you make that distinction, there is no harm in fantasy.
@furdegree Decriminalization of sex-work and government policies regulating it, I feel, is incredibly important to the safety and the health of the industry. There are already very diligent organizations and non-profits who lobby for the rights and protections for sex-workers all throughout the globe. But change is not easy. In addition, there is no guarantee that government regulations will improve the lives of sex workers… or just change the framework of their exploitation. I wish there was a comprehensive solution to fair wages, personal protections, and benefits for workers in this very dangerous line of work, but there’s not one solution that fits all. I’m glad that in your neck of the woods sex work is not criminalized, but I genuinely wish that the pendulum swung in the other direction – that the status of sex workers is elevated, and not belittled, rewarded instead of criminalized, and protected instead of exploited.
I’m not speaking on behalf of all sex workers. Just my own thoughts here. And I am sure there are those in the field who would seek to take advantage of others. I envision this issue can be found across most fields of employ and not just in poor or destitute areas. But don’t forget, there are also high end escorts, and prostitutes. I cannot speak to their lives, but I am sure a good number of them are not allowed to keep the full payment for their services.
Just a caveat. I am speaking as an uninformed bystander. But these are my observations. Do you see my thoughts translate to the real world? Or are they just in the realm of cynical idealism?
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@jammintoohard1 – sexwork is a thorny area, legality-wise. The main focus for advocates is decriminalisation, as opposed to legalisation. Most every time government steps in, you see worker conditions diminish, especially at the disadvantaged end. Enforcing regulations means that cops and bureaucrats get involved, neither of which necessarily have anybody’s welfare at heart but their own. Decrim basically gets law enforcement out of the little guys’ faces, removing the profit motive from trying to control the way someone else sees fit to make a living. All the other laws stay in place, like those around trafficking, coercion, violence etc., but simply making a living using your sexuality? Go for it.
In most of Australia, and NZ, sex work is just work. A brothel, like any place of business, needs to maintain health and safety standards, but you don’t need a license (last I heard). In the U.K., where I am currently, it’s much less civilised. Luckily there’s a (sort of) decent social welfare safety net here compared to the US, so there’s less desperation on the streets.
Criminalising behaviours pretty much always leads to worse outcomes. Think of the spike in gang crime during Prohibition. Legalisation can make a lot of money for people positioned to take advantage of it. Decriminalisation, is as far as I can tell, always a recipe for social good.
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gosh wow!
okay, i feel good about this. you guys are so smart! and thoughtful, and well-informed.
it’s rare that i feel guilty about the content of my fantasies these days… but i did get a twinge of guilt after posting this one… and i certainly feel 100% better now.
i think i’ve been drawn to art and drawings and comics and stories, and basically avoided photographs for the most part, as a way of making sure no one is suffering in the production of my erotic materials…
but then i got obsessed with bimbo models, so i’m looking at photos of women who may be the victims of horrifying exploitation.
and then i saw that young street prostitute, and i didn’t even think about her real life experience, i immediately felt fully intoxicated, and my bus ride home was immersed in fantasy.
the truth is i can’t imagine what sex workers really go through… and it breaks my heart to think of a person having to live day to day with exploitation and abuse.
but i can’t not respond.
and to be honest, although i’ve never thought of myself as gay or bisexual in even the slightest degree, i think a big part of my response was because of this young woman’s amazing, slightly chubby bottom cheeks, spilling out from under her too-short micro-mini.
her tender bottom cheeks were so vulnerable, and so rare to see in public like that, and for sale.
it drives me crazy that she had put her own tender bottom up for sale.
i feel vulnerable admitting this. i feel a little vulnerable putting my sex fantasies up for sale (or free for you guys of course, but soon for sale).
but i expose myself, in my own way, because i really need to be seen. as my therapist says, i find it deeply gratifying.
and i can’t help wonder if some of these sex workers are drawn to this line of work because of similar needs?
just… maybe there are some who are not doing this just because of harsh economic situations…?
the work is so attractive to me. it just simply must be so. for some of the sex workers, some of the time, there must be cravings to show and to be touched, and even to be made to serve…?
i feel tempted to do things i shouldn’t do, because they are unsafe. i feel confused about the line between fantasy and reality, and confused about what i want, and which portions of what i want should i let myself have, and which should i stay away from.
my best thing is writing, so that’s what i’m going to do, and that means exposing my real fantasies… and of course i get a lot more out of it than money…
i wonder if she does?
(ironically, i’m headed to my therapist this very instant! ! guess we have a lot to talk about!)
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my general impression is that people who do sex work just don’t have the ‘ice’ factor about it. ‘Selling your body’ is something most people do to an extent – we pretty much all put our bodies, or part of them to use in the service of our employers. Coal miners, taxi drivers, even data-entry personnel – there’s a corporal element to basically all labour. But sex-work gets treated differently, a: because of morality, and b: probably as a consequence of a: ickiness. Many years ago I thought maybe I could be a hair stylist, I knew some very cool people in the business, and I looked into getting an apprenticeship, but I quickly realized I’d have to be touching random people’s heads, and it just seemed too gross. What’s the difference between that and touching other parts of people’s anatomy? Sex workers I’ve known just don’t seem to have my reaction to the prospect of touching strangers’ bodies – it’s just quite a matter-of-fact ‘meh, it’s a job’. Some of them seem to feel it’s a nurturing role, and there’s a broad feeling that the flexibility of hours is much better than most vanilla work. I’m sure there are a few pervs out there who get off on it, but mostly I’d suspect those would be enthusiastic amateurs or high-end professionals, rather than people just trying to scrape a living. Those people don’t tend to have a lot of choice…
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not ‘ice’ – ‘ick’
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I believe that it’s better to keep these things as fantasy instead of engaging with it in an unsafe environment.
Finding that young lady fascinating from a visual point of view may be something that is more universal, and not necessarily an indication of your sexual preferences. Think of it like looking at a painting of a nude model in a museum. The painting may evoke strong emotions and attractions, but it’s not necessarily an indication of your proclivities. I’m not ruling it out, though. Just that she may be attractive to you visually and from a self-insert point of view.
I’m not an expert in sex workers. But I can definitely imagine there are those who do genuinely enjoy sex, and providing sex as a service. There may be those who enjoy serving, where human touch fulfills a very basic human need of theirs, because in their own lives they cannot find that fulfillment. But in my mind, those tend to be more rare, because the job tends to be harsh, and demanding. If they are not high end earners, unless it is something of a side gig, their lives and living situations may still be very much at risk. For this reason, I can foresee that the rate of burnout is very high.
But I can’t shake the feeling that there are those women who have the desire, the conditioning, the fortitude to be sex workers, and are very good at it. That the work fulfills a need for them and they have a strong symbiosis with the work. I tend to believe that this is more rare. But that it does happen.
With the explosion of social media and online services, even in places where prostitution is illegal, women have more control over their own sexual identities. They can earn a higher cut of the profits as well. In addition, they have the opportunity to control where and when they perform (not always). But online sex work is different from traditional sex work on the street or in brothels, so I won’t speak much on that.
Basically, the answer to your last question is yes, maybe. She may be getting more out of sex work than just the cash. She may be getting a lot more. Chances are that she isn’t. But we may never know.
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I’m glad you’re feeling better about this. And I hope your therapy session went well! Yes, there are definitely women who are genuinely into whatever type of sex work they do and they are fortunate. I’d say feel free to explore within the bounds of reasonable safety, but don’t try to rush things..after all, until a few months ago, you were a corporate cubicle drone, now you’ve had some wild experiences and now have your own very interesting website, some devoted followers and are actively working through your issues! That’s progress!!❤️
Speaking of bimbos, I’ve run across a very interesting (and extreme!) woman named Alicia Amira who’s a sex worker activist as well. Her site is beabimbo.com
She has interesting things to say on her blog advocating for decriminalizing sex work among other things #stopcensoringsluts on twitter.
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I stumbled on your work on Literotica. I was struck by the severity of your desires, and your commitment to extremity. And also by the fact you can string a sentence together: I have never been anything but a professional writer and editor for high-end publications, and I see you understand how words work together, and how not to overwrite.
I have not yet journeyed to the extremities you have, but in most cases that is down to not having had a suitable and willing partner. Only in a few is it down to not having the desire. I found your commitment to pursuing sensation and finding what the limits of your tolerance are to be deeply erotic. Also, perversely, your lack of shame about your need for shame and humiliation.
I understand your motivations and have similar. I was sexually abused as a prepubescent – nothing like to your level – and then bullied remorselessly through adolescence. I understand that when I call a woman a cunt and force her to do things that visibly upset her, I am in some way re-enacting my own shame and making someone else the victim,
Sadly, I rarely visit the West Coast, though I am on the Eastern Seaboard often. Perhaps if you visit London, I might be able to take the opportunity to ensure you see very little of the city.
I have had thoughts about you. Some of them are like your stories: unrealistically brutal and violent. Some of them are things that could happen were you ever to visit London.
I imagined, for example, giving you the name of a hotel, and a time at which to collect a room key. I would have given you one hour to prepare yourself before I arrive. I would expect you to be naked, made up like a whore, and to be kneeling on the bathroom floor with your head in the toilet bowl.
I would need to clean you first. So I would take the toilet brush and begin by shoving it up your stinking whore cunt. Deep into you. I need to get that filthy stench of animal out of you. The stench that comes from imagining dogs mounting you and knotting you (have you ever done that, by the way?). I need to scrub out the inside of your cunt to make it clean for me.
And then, naturally, I need to the same to your anus. I don’t want to waste effort on you, so I will use just a little lube of some kind. Probably some dirty bacon fat from the frying pan, suitable for a pig. And then I will force the brush into your anus and clean it out thoroughly before your enema.
Finally, I will pull your head from the bowl by the hair, so I can brush your teeth with the toilet brush. Then both your head and the brush into the bowl for flushing and rinsing.
I do understand you won’t be completely clean. That although I may have go the bigger lumps of shit out of your anus, I’ve probably managed to get some bacon scraps up there. So you will stay in the same position, while I push a plastic funnel into your anus. I had wondered whether I would need a speculum, but I doubt very much you are tight enough to need one. No need for an enema bag: I intend to fill your rectum with my urine, and plug you for a while to rinse you out.
I don’t want you moving, so I realise I will have to cuff you to the toilet. I suspect you know how to get out of toy cuffs, so police-style metal cuffs or zip ties it will have to be. I’m sorry they are less comfortable than toy cuffs, but I am sure you are the kind of cunt who struggles.
Your head will stay in the toilet, and I shall put the seat and lid down on top of it. Then weigh it down with my case. I realise that might make it hard to breathe, so you had better be careful to regulate yourself.
Clearly, it is dull to watch a pathetic piece of rapemeat kneel with her head down the toilet. So I shall perhaps go to the bar, or out to the cinema, while my piss does its work on your bowel. And when I return I shall unplug you. You will be standing up to be unplugged, with your legs wide apart. Any of your enema that goes on the floor, you will have to clean, either with your tongue, or by using your hair as a mop. So you have an incentive to clench hard as you waddle across the room to the toilet. I imagine you will be doing some cleaning, don’t you, Ms Kunis?
Not least because you will of course clean the rim of the toilet and inside the bowl before you are allowed to leave the bathroom and enter the bedroom.
Do let me know if you should like to discuss this further, you ass-licking fucking void.
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