When Susan returned home she only had her bra and skirt and both were dirty. She hurried into their garage and she threw her bra and skirt into the washer. She hurried so as not to let her husband know what had happened. She grabbed a towel from the laundry and wrapped it around her.

Susan ran upstairs, not even stopping as her husband called to her.

She immediately got into the shower, hoping that her husband would never know what had happened.

Susan examined the hickeys that the men had left on her tits and neck. There were even several on her thighs. She hurried to cover them as best she could with makeup.

She had forgotten that he would not be home until late. Luckily he arrived just as Susan was running upstairs.

He opened the bathroom door to only see Susan in the shower. She showered and put on her nightgown.

Turning the bedroom lights out, she got into bed. Her husband followed a few minutes later.

As Susan lay there she thought about all the men had done to her, and all they had made her do.

Was she really a whore now? The answer came to her.

Yes, she was.

She had been fucked several times by several men.

She had taken money for fucking and sucking them.

They had cum inside her pussy.

She probably still had some cum deep down inside her.

As she lay there she couldn’t help it, she needed her husband to fuck her good now!

She slipped down to his waist and began taking his boxers off. She took his dick in her mouth and began to suck.

Her husband awaken and was surprised and wondered what had happened to his wife. He wasn’t complaining though, as she then straddled him and lowered her wet pussy over his hardened dick.

Yes, it spite of it all, she was turned on. However, every time he pushed into her she was thinking about all the other cocks she had had tonight. She wished that the men with the big cocks would fuck her again.

In her mind the pictures of all that she had done kept coming to her. She smiled as they did. She also knew that she would be back in the garage soon.

They would fuck her again, and make her whore herself again.

Yes, Susan kept thinking she was a whore now. In fact, She KNEW she was now a whore.

She fell asleep with her husband’s cum inside her, but when she awaken in the morning, she was thinking about other men’s cum.

Susan made coffee and showered. Her husband had left for work almost an hour ago.

Susan had slept late as she often did. She did her hair and makeup and put on the shortest skirt she had and topped it with a see through black blouse. Wearing no panties or bra, she went to get her nails done.

She knew that her nipples were standing at attention, but she didn’t care.

Anyone who didn’t like it could go fuck themselves!

Her attitude had certainly changed.

She had both her fingernails and toenails painted deep red.

Susan then went shopping. She bought several revealing outfits.

What was going on with her she thought? Oh, yes she was now a whore who was prostituted on the streets.

What would her husband think?

When she got home she found a box in the mail. She opened it knowing what it would be.

She opened the video and put it in the DVD player. As it started she was transfixed to seeing herself raped by the men. She found herself getting very wet as she watched it.

As she continued to play it, she saw herself walking down the darkened street it only her bra and skirt as she walked up to the car who pulled over. She watched as she got in his car as he drove around the block.

He had parked and fucked her in his car without a condom. His cum had pumped into her. She remembered she liked how it felt, and how degraded she had felt as well.

Susan watched as she saw herself get in three more cars that night, and also as she was taken in an alley as four other men made her suck or fuck them.

She had given all the money she made to the men in the garage. They were now her pimps they had told her.

As the video had come to the end, she thought, “I am a whore, I am a prostitute, I give men sex for money.”

She shuddered.

Susan thought about what she should do. She glanced at the DVD player, left the video in it and got up and drove downtown.

Dressed as she was in only the shortest of skirts, and see through blouse, and, of course her red heels, she parked her car and walked down the street.

She was thinking, “How much will I make today?”