War whore

The major whistled as she revealed her 36 inch bust which jutted out proudly with hardly any droop. "You got million dollar tits, baby," he said. Standing now only in her girdle and stockings, she was exposing her magnificent body. Putting each leg on a chair she rolled off the stockings in turn and pushed down the girdle. Only her pink silk panties remained. She looked as Mullins as she slid them off to reveal her shaved clit. The major came to her, taking her in his arms. She was nervous as he slid a hand between her legs and shoved a stubby finger into her vagina, crying out and bucking. His head went to her breasts, mouthing one of the firm mounds and sucking a hard nipple.

"We go upstairs," she said. Monica led him to the bedroom she'd shared with her husband and several lovers with him. There was a big bed and thick carpets. The room smelled of perfume. Mullins pushed her onto the bed and quickly unbuckled his pants to show his massive hard on - ten inches and thick. "You going to enjoy this honey, he grinned. He clambered onto bed to run his hands over the smooth body, burying his head in the magnificent breasts, Parting her thighs he slid a finger, then two into her clit . She moaned as he went deep. Mullins played her and found she was wet, She obviously like being fingered while he sucked an erect nipple. "Need you to suck my nipples, baby," he said.

She nibbled and licked his nipples which were very sensitive. He was rock hard and It was time to fuck her. He climbed on top, positioned himself and then thrust for entry. Monica cried out as he forced himself inside her. He began to thrust and she whimpered under his powerful strokes. She hadn't had a man since the lawyer and he'd not been much of a performer in bed. Quick and clumsy. Mullin was a different matter. He had a masive dick and knew how to use it. She had not had a big cock like this inside her since the young captain. Mullins knew what he was doing. Monica was not the well worn prostitute she was to become.

She was fresh meat and responsive to good love making. She moved against him, digging her long red nails into his back. He increased his strokes and she orgasmed, shouting loudly in Italian. He brought her up again, sweat running off their bodies and then came himself, pumping a long stream of hot seed into her belly. "Enjoy that eh baby," he said, rubbing her belly. She was really horny but Mullins knew that she'd not find a lot of the officers so pleasant. There were some real pigs among them who enjoyed mistreating a whore. His hands ran over the wonderful body.

"OK baby. You'll be getting up to six officers a day. But first it will be a night each with the senior officers. General Bradstreet will be with you tomorrow night. He's local commander. Get yourself dressed up for him, not just bra and panties. Then his deputy Perkins. A couple of Colonels will also have you for the night. Then you'll be on a roster for other officers - maximum of six a day." He knew she was going to get a pounding because every one down to lieutenant would want to fuck her.

He also knew that in the end she'd probably be handed over to the men. That had happened to the Italian actress mistress of a captured general and some other high class women. Good for morale but not for the women who'd never forget servicing hundreds of men with everyone knowing about it. Monica would soon learn the harsh realities of prostituting herself to an army. Mullins enjoyed his time in her bed. He next asked for a blow job. Monica had done this for her husband and the captain when he'd been her lover. She was not the expert cock sucker she would become as she learned oral skills from all the dicks that she serviced.

But she was still quite good and the Major made her work with her lips, tongue and hands before he shot his load into her mouth, the sperm spraying out onto her face and breasts as he ejaculated. "Good baby. You'll be giving a lot of head." Monica didn't like the bitter tasting crud but knew it was what men wanted from a whore.

Mullins took her twice more, once up the ass with Monica kneeling and holding the bed board as he slammed himself into her from behind. He put all his power into the strokes and it hurt. Her husband had never done this to herm but with such a great ass Monica would be sodomised frequently. The Major certainly loved going up her anus after spreading the firm buttocks.

She just had to grit her teeth and take it as he hammered away before finally coming with several mighty thrusts, leaving his come dripping out of her opening as it overflowed from her back passage. She'd never been fucked like that. It was the first of many and would become easier as the succession of big cocks widened her hole.

Lying with Mullins, she thought of her husband who'd made love to her in this bed. She'd had Mario here, and now she was being whored on the same mattress. They talked as he regained his erection for a final fuck. "You'll have enough to eat now. honey," said Mullins. Twenty bucks was a small fortune in Italy at that time. It would be US$60 for a night. Only top class women earned that much money, and she was certainly in that category. Once she earned enough, Monica planned to leave for a new life where no one would know what she'd done. "I don't want to be whore,"

she told Mullins. "I do this to support my son." "Sure baby," he said, fondling a breast. "War is tough for women. You are so beautiful. It's much better you doing this for officers than being in a house. "Yes, I don't like that. Some have to take soldiers. I hear 30-40 a day." She shuddered. "Might be you in a few months," thought Mullins. Geneal Bradstreet - who would be entertained by Monica the next night - had handed over the gorgeous Italian actress after she'd serviced him and all his officers. Mullins had been among the officers to enjoy her. She was a cracker - 26 - and stacked. It had been a great shock to her when she was given to the troops who queued to screw her. He'd heard she was worn out after a month of non-stop fucking. Monica could face the same.

Before leaving Mullins asked Monica to pose for several photos. She was a little reluctant because he wanted her to expose heself in just her garter belt and stockings - no panties - to show off her breasts, cunt and ass. "You're selling pussy baby> Guys need to know what's on offer." She stood provocatively hands on hips as he took intimate pictures of her body that would adorn the mess wall next to her "fucking roster."

Mullins then handed Monica a US$20 note - her first payment as a prostitute. "Thank you," she said, kissing him, "The general will be here at eight. Make sure you are dressed up for him," he said. Back at HQ he was summoned to Colonel Waters office while the photos were being printed. "Hear you set up some special pussy and been breaking her in," said the Colonel. "Yes sir," he replied. "She's an officer's wife. Husband killed in action. No money. Wants to entertain officers." "Been told she's some piece of tail. Couple of guards stripped her down before you came to her rescue."

"Yeah it would have brought her value down if they'd fucked her before officers." "She up to the standard of that actress - Carla Vincenzi. That was special before Bradstreet handed her over to the men," "Yeah, real classy. Her father was a professor. Educated and a great body." "I'd like to give her a work out but old Bradstreet is here today and he'll want her. She'll earn her money with that old goat." They laughed. "But it's me the next night,"

The man who'd processed Monica's photos brought them to the two officers. He's made his own copies and they'd be passed around the base. Walters flicked through the pictures. "Shit," he whistled. "That is great pussy. What's she like in the sack.?" "Inexperienced but she is honry. Got her off last night. Probably hasn't had much cock lately." "well, she will now," replied Walters.

When Bradstreet arrived he was shown the photos as he sipped a drink. "Excellent, gentlemen. The spoils of war, eh. These wop women are all dropping their drawers. Screwed a countess last week and my staff in Palermo are now taking turns with her. " At 60 he was a tall grey haired man, with a thin body and a reputation as someone with an insatiable appeitite for pussy. He was said to do more fucking than fighting the war, and he was in truth more of a political general than frontline one. Within a few hours of accepting the Italian general's surrender, he'd had his mistress in his bed.

She was well known actress in Italy and was now a well known whore. Carla had accepted being bedded by him as she needed a protector. Unfortunately for her, Bradstreet was not interested in a long term relationship. He fucked her for a couple of weeks, then passed her on to his officers. Carla had no say in the matter and was very pissed off and protested but had no choice but to service the officers. She had everyone on heat and took a battering.

After a couple of months Bradstreet thought it would be a good idea to boost morale by giving her to the soldiers. To her horror, Carla found herself taken to a brothel organized for the Americans. Angry and arguing, she was forced to take on up to 40 men a day. it was shattering and the actress had to spend more than a month there before being released looking a lot less stylish and finding herself pregnant.

Bradstreet dined with the officers and was then driven to Monica's home. A military guard had been placed around the house. Monica greeted him a the door, giving him a slight smile as he entered the living room. She had already received the money for the night from an aide who'd inspected the house earlier for cleanliness. Monica was wearing a figure hugging black knee length dress that showed off her large bust and curvy figure. "So," said Bradstreet, "I understand you have just begun your new career." Monica nodded. "Yout husband was an officer?" "Yes, he was."

"The women of the conquered must always submit to the men who are stronger than theirs. That is war." He accepted a drink from her. "While I drink this I want you to strip and then suck my cock," he said. He sat in a chair while Monica obeyed. The general had a big hard on as he watched her shrug out of the tight dress and fold it over a chair. She stood in her bra, garter belt and stockings showing off her superb body. "Excellent," said Bradstreet as she unhooked the bra and exposed her breasts. "You have a great chest, lady," he said.

Bending down she rolled the stockings off each leg and then pushed down the garter belt and panties. "Come sit on my lap," said the general. He ran his hands over her breasts, cupping them, playing with the nipples and then down to her crotch, sliding a finger inside as she moaned. "Like that eh. You have the best pair of tits I've seen and I've seen a lot. OK suck me now."

Monica went on her knees between his leg, unbuttoned his fly and pulled on the erect penis. He had a thick cock which not as long as Mulins. Monican licked it with her tongue while she held it in her hand, then took him into her mouth as he groaned. "That is good. More tongue, yes." She worked on him, having to spit a couple of times as he leaked pre cum.

He'd had better head - especially from Carla - but it was good enough. He held back, making put in the effort, up and down on the shaft as her jaw ached. Then he suddenly exploded as fountain of sperm. Monica forced herself to take it in the mouth and swallow because Mullins had told her that was expected with a blow job. She got up to wash out a mouth and clean herself. The general watched her superb ass she she bent over the sink. He'd be going there later.

In the bedroom, Bradstreet waited for his erection to come back while exploring Monica intimately. "So this is where your husband enjoyed you?" Monica nodded not wanting to discuss him. "I have found the Italian soldier is not th bravest - unlike the Germans. Just surrender and go into the camps and leave their women to be fucked." "My husband was not a coward. He die in battle." "I'm sure, honey. Best always die leaving the weak who survive. Must have been some man to get into your panties. Where you a virgin when he married you?"

"Please I no want to talk about him. Makes me very sad."
"Sorry. You are now in your new trade and it must be painful to remember the past."

The night was a long one for Monica. He humped her four times. Unlike Mullins, she didn't come. He was an old mean bastard - a whoremaster. He treated her like shit and without respect. It was something she'd have to get used to.

He used her front and rear. His love making was rough and he cared only for his own pleasure. Mullins had treated her much better. She endured, glad when he fell asleep for a while. She realized some men would be like this - or even worse.
They wanted to fuck her, not love her. It was to be a hard experience.

In the morning, he rode her once more. taking his time before coming. He washed and then redressed. "Thank you, baby," he said. "You are a great piece of ass. My officers are going to keep you very busy." Left alone, Monica was depressed.
The full realization had dawned on her what it meant to be a whore. For the next few days she had overnight sessions with Walters and some other senior officers. Her body was the talk of the HQ after her photos were pinned on the mess notice board with the roster for visiting her. It was quickly filled for a week or so ahead.

"Look at the tits on her," said one lieutenant." Great ass too. Like a film star," said another. "Same class as that Carla. Can't wait for my turn " Now it was six officers a day for Moncia. Virtually non-stop sucking and fucking for 12 hours a day. Just time for a quick pussy wash and wipe down, make up retouched, before the next one. There were a number of very fit and younger officers who gave her sex which made her respond and come.

Some of the older ones were more laboured and she had to pretend, learning to groan and call out to excite so they came quicker. Monica sometimes used the old trick of shoving a finger into the ass of a man taking too long to make him drop it. She was tired from the constant sex and her face showed the strain under the paint.

During her periods, she took three days off and went tp Palermo to see her son and bring money to the aunt. He was happy to see her and cried when she left again, upsetting his mother. Officers who used her were anxious to visit her again. Others came from surrounding units as word got round of the beauty selling herself. In the town, the locals were even more hostile towards her, despite many other women taking the same path.

The fact she'd set up on her own and was exclusively for the Americans riled the men. Monica rarely went around the town, having food and other necessities supplied by the army. "Her husband died in the war and she whores herself to his enemies," said one local. "Yes, she deserves to be punished. When the yankees go we'll deal with her."

She was averaging about 40 men a week. Some of the cheap whores had that many in a day when a large number of soldiers from the front queued up outside brothels. but for an inexperienced whore it was a difficult at first. Her pussy was sore and she slept badly, despite being exhausted after a day of being fucked. After a while, she learned to cope more with the constant sex.

A month or two as a prositute made her more practised as she lost the early softness and freshness. There was no let up in the officers demand for her body. She was by far the best skirt in town and one of the best in Sicily. But the days of being reserved for just the officers were about to end.

Bradstreet raised the issue with Mullins and Walters when he visited HQ. "That Monica whore. How long she been kept for the officers now?" "About four months," replied Mullins. "So she's been well screwed now. Just another whore but she's getting special treatment. Be good for the men if they get a chance to have her." "She only wants officers," replied Mullins, who been back regularly to sleep with her. He'd come for the night after the officers had finished for the day, not caring that she'd been banged all day. Monica had been tired but was always pleased to see him.

"It's not what she wants, major, said Bradstreet. "That Carla, the actress, didn't want to become a barrack whore but she did. This one is the same. I've heard the men are really frustrated that she's got special treatment. They've seen the photos. They're all over the army. It would be a great boost to morale to hand her over." "She's a beautiful woman. She's a mother. It would be terrible for her." "She's a whore who has been fucked hundreds of times."

Mullins argued but it was no good. Bradstreet ordered that Monica's home be designated as a brothel for all ranks. Military police would be placed outside to control the queues of men. A medical corps man would be put on the door to check the cocks of those entering and issue condoms. "You arranged her to begin with major. You shall go and explain the new arrangements." He hated the task. He went that night after her last customer left. She smiled at seeing him and kissed him, offering a drink. She was tired looking and looked older, wearing just a bra and panties, smelling still of the last man. Mullins knew she'd become more of slut but she didn't deserve this.

He explained the decision. "No I won't. Not that," she said, the panic on her face. "Only officers. I leave." "They won't let you. This house in under the control of military police. You have been designated as a soldiers brothel." "But why. There are many women in red houses for the men." "But not like you. You are top class and the general thinks it will boost morale if you are given to the men." "But it will ruin me. Please not a queue. I cannot do that." She was crying. Mullins tried to comfort her but she was inconsolable. Monica had heard about Carla. Now it was to happen to her.

As the news leaked out, there was great excitement among the soldiers. Many had queued for Carla and had their 20 minutes with the shattered actress, lying open legged on a bed as man after man mounted her. Now they were getting another classy piece of cunt. "Can't wait for my turn," said one grunt. "Shit, she's going to get a fucking like that actress,"

Her home was cordoned off and a local madam, Maria, was brought in to supervise Monica. She was a tough old Sicilian, a former whore who knew all the trade and more. "OK. easy days are over," she said to Monica, who sat red eyed from crying. looing a mess. "No good snivelling. You got every prick in Sicily hard posing for those photos. They are everywhere.

Now do as I tell you and it will be OK. There's a lot women in this town have had to take as many pricks a day. You're not miss high and mighty any more. You will have to work here for two months. The yankees are moving out after that. Then you can go to Palermo." "Two months, I'll be dead after that," replied Monca. "Nonsense. You'll be a lot more of a whore but you'll survive with me to help you."

The thought of being fucked every 20 minutes was appalling, but Monica was a virtual prisoner. She could not sleep the night before the first day as a soldiers whore. That afternoon she heard the men gathering outside, getting in the queue, She felt cold as their shouts and laughter drifted up to her room. There were 40 men for the first day, many of whom had queued for Carla. "This is fresh meat, boys," said one. "I had that Carla but she'd been fucked for weeks by half the infantry before I got there. She was a mess by then, bruised up and really showing the wear and tear.

Still a great body but I like em a bit fresher." "This one won't be very fresh in a week or two." They had Monica's photos. "Only 20 minutes so make the most of it boys," shouted one. "Don't pop too quick." But most the men were so worked up they would shoot their loads after a few minutes inside Monica. Some had masturbated in advance so they'd last longer.

Upstairs, Monica was stripped naked. The madam was giving a last briefing. "You got them real worked up so they'll mostly drop it quickly," she told Monica. "Twenty minutes maximum. I bang on door if they not finish in time." Monica felt sick at the thought of 40 men taking her. An old hag provided by Marian would change the sheet every so often and bring fresh water for Monica to douche herself between each man.

Downstairs ,five men had been allowed in and had their dicks cheeked and issued with condoms. They had their boots off, ready to go upstairs. They had drawn lots earlier for the going order outside the house. "I got a hard on thinking about her," said one. "Yeah, not often you get an officer's skirt." Maria came down and signaled the first one. "Twenty minutes only."

The first, a burly bearded man ran up the stairs to jeers from his companion. He knocked and went inside. Monica was on the bed naked. "Shit" he thought. She was gorgeous. "Hi baby," he said, pulling off his uniform and clambering onto the bed. "You got the goods lady," he said grabbing the breasts and shoving his head between them as he mounted her.

"Condom,." said Monica. "O yeah." He swore as he struggled to get the sheath on his large erection. She spread her legs, and he roughly pushed for entry. "Glad I'm first," he gasped and pushed in. He started to thrust. Monica looked over his heaving shoulder, her face a blank as he fucked her, thinking of what lay ahead.

To be continued.