The New Whore In Town (OpenTGC Re-Post)

There were plenty of rumours about Kimberly after she moved in next to the scrapyard. Living in a trailer on the rougher side of town, how could there not be? But while most people assumed she was just some trashy slut, there were some who said she was a witch.

I had been day-drinking with some friends when Kimberly came into conversation. Boys being boys, we talked about her body and what we would do to her. All harmless until everyone chipped in ten bucks to send one of us to her door. And after I drew the short straw, I was left with eighty bucks and the instruction to ‘see what it would get me’.

“Fucks sake…” I grumbled, headed towards the scrapyard on the other side of town. David came with me to make sure I didn’t pussy out. And the forfeit for doing so would be to return everyone’s money and pay for a night out. I didn’t have that kind of cash.

“I can see her trailer from here. You’re on your own now, Jake.” David patted me on the back and pushed me along. “Once I see you hand over the money, I’ll head back and tell the guys. I’m not waiting around to hear that bitch moan.”

“She’s not that bad, surely.” I shrugged.

“I’m not covering your medical bills for whatever she gives you!” He called out, laughing in a drunken stupor.

As I approached the trailer, there was no sign of her. I wasn’t the sort of guy to pay for sex, but I also really couldn’t pay for all the guys’ food and beer. So after a moment of hesitation, I reached out and knocked on the door.

The moment my hand touched her door, I felt a wave of vertigo. Motion sickness, but with no movement. I thought it was probably just the nerves getting to me. But then I found myself standing inside her trailer with no recollection of how I got there.

The trailer was a lot cleaner than I thought it would be. No signs of drugs or trash. Hell, it was probably tidier than my own place. There was also no sign of Kimberly. It was a small space with nowhere to hide. But as I turned to leave, I saw her for a moment. Looking back, I was stunned to find I had caught sight of her… in a mirror.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, hearing Kimberly’s sultry voice with a hint of southern drawl. “What the fuck!?”

One hand shot up to my head, feeling long strands of hair and wafting perfume into my nose. She, or rather I, smelt of roses and vanilla. It was a little overbearing, but hardly my biggest concern right now. My other hand moved to my chest, as if doubting that the tits I saw in the mirror were actually attached to myself. I squeezed gently and jiggled it slightly, before hearing the door to the trailer open behind me.

In walked my body. A huge smile plastered on his face as he pulled out eighty dollars and placed it on the counter beside me. “What will this get me?”

“I… I don’t-”

He burst out laughing. “Sorry hun, but that was too good an opportunity to pass up.”

“K-Kimberly?” I stammered. “How did you-”

“That’s not important, hun.” She replied. “Do you think you’re the first guy to knock on my door with some cash and a bad idea?”

She told me how she moved here when her Mom died and had nothing to her name but a trailer and a box of old books. If not for one of the books, she’d be exactly the type of person everyone thought she was. But now she was free.

I grabbed at her. “What the fuck gives you the right to steal my body!?” I shouted. “You better swap us back or-”

“Or what!?” She snapped, slapping my hand away like it was nothing. “You don’t seem to understand, bitch! I’ve spent my whole life being treated like a bimbo, or a slut, or a downright whore! But that's not who I am anymore, that's you!”

It was genuinely terrifying to see myself that angry. I could only imagine the years of being cat-called and having men treat her like a piece of meat. And if she was telling the truth, that was what I had to look forward to.

“P-Please! Please don't leave me like this!” I begged. “I'm sure you could do something else with that book to turn your life around, so why steal mine and leave me like this?”

I thought for a moment that she had taken on board what I had said. She seemed calmer, more rational. With a heavy sigh, she walked across the trailer into her bedroom and pulled an old leather-bound book from beneath the mattress.

“You’re right. There’s so much more this book can do.” She admitted, turning the pages until she found what she was looking for. “But… before I swap us back… Maybe you could help settle something for me.”

I shrugged. “I guess? What do you want to know?”

“Why are men so obsessed with getting their dicks sucked?” She asked. I was about to give her an answer, but she held her hand up. “In fact, while we’re like this. Maybe you can show me.”

My first instinct was to laugh. She couldn’t be serious, surely. But Kimberly was waiting for a response. “You’re serious? I don’t want to do anything. Maybe you could experiment after giving me back my body.”

“Don’t be silly, Kimberly.” She said. “I’m a paying customer and the customer is always right. Now eighty bucks is surely enough for a blowie, don’t you agree?”

It was like a switch had flipped inside my brain. I glanced at the money resting on the counter and felt a sudden urge to earn it. Afterall, I wouldn’t be in business for long if I cheated my clients.

“Come here, lover boy.” I purred.

She didn’t waste a second. Her cock was already out and pointing at me as she crossed the trailer. She pulled me in for a kiss and I let her tongue invade my mouth, even as it tried to go down my throat. It actually felt kinda good.

Her hands were on my chest as we made out. Squeezing and playing with them like they weren’t attached to her less than twenty minutes ago. I couldn’t contain myself. The way she flicked across my nipples, even bringing her mouth to one, made me feel all tingly and warm. But it was my job to make her feel good.

“Time to get your money’s worth.” I sank to my knees in front of her and was welcomed with a face full on my former cock. “This is why men love a good cocksucker.”

I wrapped my lips around the head and swirled my tongue around it like a lollypop. Kimberly moaned and her head fell back. We had only just begun. As I sank my head down the length, I marvelled at how easily this was all coming to me. Sure, I had plenty of experience getting my dick sucked, but it’s not like I had been taking notes on what the women were doing. But regardless, I was a cocksucking pro.

Stranger still, I was enjoying myself. The warm hardness in my mouth, pushing down my throat. The taste and smell. Though I had never felt it before, I could tell I was getting wet between my legs. Why was sucking cock turning me on?

“You really seem to be having fun. I’m glad my little curse has worked so well.” Kimberly remarked. “It’s interesting how people assume magic spells have to be read aloud. But all I had to do was focus on you as I pictured the spell in my mind.”

I already knew it was magic. But a curse sounded more serious, more permanent than I was hoping for. She wasn’t going to keep me like this was she? An obedient whore to suck her cock whenever she drops some cash on the table.

As I thought about my predicament, I noticed my hand had snuck between my legs. The other was eagerly pumping on Kimberly’s cock as I sucked, licked and kissed it. The pleasure was all combining and I was starting to wonder if being stuck like this was really an issue.

Then, as I felt myself reaching an orgasm, I also felt a twitch between my lips. My mouth fell open in a loud and sensual moan, just as spurts of cum erupted from the cock in front of me. Most of it stayed in my mouth. I swallowed some in instinct, before letting the remaining spurts of warm cum splatter across my lips.

It ran down my chin and across my tits. I knew it had to be a sight to behold. But Kimberly was spent and barely gave me any notice. A moment passed before she had regained her composure and then she looked down at me.

“You are going to make a lot of men happy.” She remarked. “Maybe they’ll make you happy in return.”

I tried in vain to argue my point again, but it was hard to convince someone to do as you say while you have their cum covering your face and chest. Not to mention the amount now resting in my stomach.

“It’s nothing personal.” Kimberly was gathering up her things, including her book. “I just want a fresh start and you were the first one to knock on my door.”

“And what about this curse?” I asked. If I was stuck as Kimberly, then I hoped to at least be free from any further magic. “Can you remove it?”

She shrugged. “People expect Kimberly to be a whore, so why not give them what they want? Now anytime someone offers you money for sex, you will do as they ask. But I made sure you’d enjoy doing it, so you should count yourself lucky.”

Just as she was about to leave, she turned around to add a final nail in my coffin. “Oh. I’ll be sure to spread the word for you, Kimberly. Maybe some of your friends will be the first of your new clientele.”

The door slammed and I was stuck sitting on the floor of my new trailer. Aside from the eighty bucks, I had hardly anything left for me. Some revealing clothes, some cheap perfume and slutty shades of makeup. Everything I needed to look the part of Kimberly. Now all I needed was for someone to knock on my door. Maybe with enough time and patience, I could earn enough to escape this life. But maybe after enough clients, I wouldn’t want to.