So, you want the next one then! We have decided it may be easier to give the fellas names, fake of course. Ali, Father of Raj, does not drink and so it was just the three young guys at the wine bar when I dropped off Liz. As usual, several drinks and some horny chat came before a taxi ride to Raj's. Some fingering and kissing in the car was followed by a hand up her dress on her naked arse during the walk to the door. Liz takes up the story. I had two fingers inside me in the taxi and actually came as the driver locked eyes with me in his mirror. He new just what was going on. Anyone behind us as we walked to the door, about twenty yards, would have had a good view as Mike had his hand up my dress. The door was unlocked and as soon as we were inside my dress went over my head as Mike and Dave were very keen to have me naked. Ali called us upstairs this time, and we went into Raj's room where the double bed awaited. Ali was already stripped and semi hard and as the others undressed Ali sat me on the edge of the bed and put his head between my thighs and began to lick me out. Mike, once undressed, pulled me back and knelt across my chest, placing a pillow under my head to feed me his cock, and began to, well, fuck my mouth. After a short while someones cock replaced the tongue, not Ali's, a smaller one. Straight in, no messing. A steady rhythm soon had me in the zone and Mike was getting ready to come in my mouth. "Get ready to swallow sweetie, here it comes!" served as a warning for a big mouth full, I managed it all without spillage, and Dave took over my mouth as Mike pulled out. Meanwhile Raj, not so big as his Dad but big enough, was working up between my legs and shortly after the change in my mouth, he grunted his orgasm into my hole, saying it was good to be fucking a real woman again, one who would do as she should. Dave got off me so I could get into the middle of the bed where Dave then put my ankles on his shoulders and ploughed his way into Raj's come, whipping up a white foam as he worked toward his own orgasm. I had almost come as Raj fired away so I was quickly doing so under Dave who asked, "Is it blokes half your age that gets you off or just any old cock fucking your cunt?". Once I had regained my composure a little I said, "Some of both really, why, do you like fucking older woman or is it a mother thing?" to which he replied, "I like fucking hot birds that will open their legs for me, any slapper will do, but your a nice one, I like you so much I think I will give you some sperm now!" and he sped up and thrust harder until, a second after me, he had an intense orgasm, it seamed to last quite a while, for us both. Ali, the 'Dad', told me to kneel toward the side of the bed and got behind me as Dave left the bed. It was not a simple shove to accommodate Ali, we had to work together so he would not push me away. There was a rude noise and a gush of fluids down my leg and he was in. There is no way you cannot know Ali has his cock in you, and where I would like a minute to adjust to the presence of so much cock, Ali was off and pumping right away. He would pull me by my breasts or hips, or sometimes my waist, or put his hands on his own waist and pump hard to make me push back against him, which was harder work for me, but I came twice and he was still going, never slacking during one of my orgasms. At one point Ali pulled back my hair and told me to look ahead, into a mirror. He then said, "Tell me if you see a wanton whore or a slut in the mirror. Look at her face and her swinging breasts and tell me if she is a woman or a whore or a slut!" I had to fight a bit for breath but got out the word 'slut'. Ali asked why not a whore and I said whores get paid. Keeping my head up he said, "Then watch the face of a slut as she comes on a strangers cock while he fucks her unfaithful cunt!" With this he humped hard until I began to come again, keeping my head up but slowing a little to slow the onset of the orgasm, teasing my whole body. I can see my face now, I looked lost, like I had no control over anything right then, but when Ali took up the pace again things blurred, my face contorted in torturous joy and then became a red blur, and my whole body shook as I came again. I refocused to hear Ali saying, " 'of a whore, look at her face and see she is you, you are the whore Elizabeth!" He then shot a gallon of sperm into me before letting me fall over to catch my breath. A little clean up, a glass of wine and I was on my back on the bed as they all took me again. Legs held in the air, I lay there and let them take turns to fuck me until they were dry. Ali had me ride him as the previous visit, and I again spent the night there, this time in Raj's bed until some time in the very early morning Ali came and took me to his bed. Raj had taken me earlier and Ali had me then, missionary, and later from behind as I knelt with my head in his pillows. As he fucked me he asked about the proposition he mentioned last time. Oldun and I had talked it over a lot and decided to go with it, just once, as a sort of adventure in sex. Oldun. When I got Liz home I had to have her as soon as possible. It was as I slopped around inside her well used hole that she said the deal was on. It has been a long time since I managed it twice, I was so excited. Liz arranged some time off and I dropped her at a hotel, this March, Tuesday the 9th, about 8 pm. At the bar were two Asian men with a third drink, a large glass of wine, and seeing Liz nodded her over. Liz takes over. I was nervous as hell. Ali had asked if I had ever thought of really being a whore and selling my body for sex. Mixed feelings finally became a kinky desire to see what it felt like, risking my whole career into the bargain. As I walked toward the two very unhandsome men they seemed to like the effect of a white blouse, no bra and a black pencil skirt with black heels. My black jacket was open and I took it off to hang on the back of the bar stool. Ali's cousins were hear for a short business visit, and I was Ali's recomendation, neither Chandra or Chet knowing I had never sold sex before. They liked the amount of leg I had to show to get on the stool, and, as introductions were done, they spent a lot of time looking at my breasts through the thin blouse. After a few drinks we retired to someones room, and Chandra felt my bum all the way up in the lift and along to the room. Inside, Chet began to unbutton my blouse as Chandra undressed, and as he slid it off my shoulders he cupped my breasts and kissed both nipples, before lifting the skirt to my waist to remove my briefs. Chandra then led me to the bed and with the skirt still tight around my middle, he put me on my hands and knees and tongued my hole from behind. His tongue certainly got a long way in and got me going even more, nerves and excitment already had me wet. From here on in hardly a word was spoken in English, which sort of added to the hole whore thing somehow. The tongue was soon a cock, not so big as Ali but bigger than most I have had. My hips were held for a while as the two talked, about me I am sure, and Chet got in front to feed me his cock. I was roast for a while and then Chet backed off and I was put on my back. Chandra fucked me with my legs round his middle and then stopped talking to Chet and looked me hard in the eye. He was getting near coming and as he sped up he looked as if he was somehow challenging me, expecting me to tell him to pull out maybe. Even as he came he held my gaze and I came halfway through his orgasm. They talked some more as Chet took over, and he was almost as big as Chandra. He made me come again before he was ready, and he put me on hands and knees to receive his seed as he slapped my bum cheek. Chet stayed put until his cock went slack and fell out, while I had to suck Chandra hard again. Once he was ready Chandra had me remove the skirt and ride him, me doing all the work. I tried to remember I was being paid for the mens pleasure but I was all a tingle and came as often as normal. My breasts were more sensative than normal and helped me enjoy being pawed by what were really two overweight balding fifty year olds. After another helping of Asian come I had a break while Chet licked me out before mounting me again, fucking me with my legs round his waist, and I believe talking about me again, judging by the looks from Chandra to me and back. I could taste our mixed juices as Chet kissed me roughly, and he then had me ride him to our mutual finish. There was a break for some wine, and then I was fucked by each of them all night, about every, two hours or so. It was tiring and yet each time, each fuck, reminded me that at that moment, I was a whore. After so much sex, around 8 AM, I was worn out but impaled on Chet's cock for the last time, my legs over my shoulders, and coming as Chandra came in my mouth, and could not stop him taking a photo on his phone. My face looked like someone else's when I saw it, I suppose she was the whore within me. By nine, I was in the back of our car as Oldun drove me home, I had an extra little bundle of money as a tip to add to what Ali had paid me, I decided to keep the tip as the wages of sex have been put toward 'Help for Heroes', to support our troops. Oldun. Back home Liz was still full of juices, I took as much time as I could slopping about the entrence to her whored out cunt, slushing fluid about before ramming all the way in, feeling the wet warm well used hole engulf me, as Liz told me what her two 'Johns' had done to her all night. Every now and then I would add things like, "Like a true whore" or "Your a filthy slut, how could you fuck foriegn strangers for money, slut", until I let her have my own contribution of sperm. It has kept my sex drive up for days, talking about Liz and her sex life. Ali has told us his cousins were very happy and thought Liz was a profesional, and Ali did not tell them otherwise. BUT, best of all, she is very much in love with me, as I am with her, and it makes me feel so good to know that other men find her so attractive, yet she always comes home to me. And now you are all up to date with my EX whore's sex life, but if any thing other than her usual nights with her "Guys" happens, we may well let you know.