OLD WHORE, NEW WHORE!
CHAPTER 1.
A slight breeze came through the open window that did nothing to lower the sweltering heat of the morning as the temperature rose at a steady rate as the clock hands marched towards noon.
To help the room in the furthest corner was a large electric fan on full power stirring the warm air in the room making the space bearable.
Simone finished touching her face up with the compact powder looking at her overall make up in the mirror on her dressing table.
Without looking she reached out and her fingers and their long red-painted nails found the box of cigarettes at the end near the bed and eased one out as the flip top was already in an open position.
Cigarette in hand she followed a habit and tapped the smoke on the marble of the dressing table and brought the filtered end up and placed it between her lush full red-painted lips.just under the black love spot she had penciled in above her lip on the left hand side.
Hand free again she took hold of the gold and green onyx lighter a heavy antique bauble she had come into possession of many years ago.
The flame lit first strike of the lighter attesting to the quality of the manufacture from days gone by? taking a long pull of the cigarette Simone inhaled with satisfaction and swiveled on the love seat of the dresser and looked over the room.
Like the lighter the room was a place of yesterday year all the furniture of ornate solid design and style from the dresser to the carved double bed and the chez lounge near the window which was open the wooden shutters were also fully open leaving only lacy heavy net curtains billowing in the wind keeping prying eyes out but what prying eyes that would be were very few as the room was on the second floor of her home.
The only way she could be seen in her room was from the property just across the small square where her home was sited that had been built hundreds of years ago.
Crotone a town so old that nothing changed for hundreds of years a place with a mass of Churches, squares, and timeless homes that passed from generation to generation in families that had been around forever! Crotone had been Simone Regici's home all her life, she had been born in 1948 into an Italy that was struggling to overcome the devastation of the war that had bankrupted Italy and destroyed much of its infrastructure, her parents had struggled with not only bringing up Simone but also Luca, Paulo and Livia her brothers and sister who were all older than Simone with Luca and Livia now dead and Paulo a resident in a retirement home in Naples who Simone visited every once in a while to sit with a brother who no longer knew who she was or who he was so deep was his dementure but still every three months Simone made the journey to visit which she combined with a shopping and using the opportunity in Naples to dine with some of her friends in that city in her favorite restaurants.
Simone unlike her siblings had remained in Crotone and made her life there.
Stubbing her cigarette out in a heavy crystal ashtray Simone eased from the love seat in front of the dressing table and sat on the bed in just the severe black and emerald-green corset she had on that nipped and tucked her body into an hour glass shape and lifted her large breasts into a dangerous prominent place in the cups of the sexy corset.
Next to her on the bed lay a pair of ultra sheer black seamed stockings, ones with a cuban heel which she now proceeded to carefully gather up in her hands before raising first one leg then the other and drawing the ultra fine nylons up her firm sexy legs attaching the three suspender clips on each stocking till the hosiery was taut and the seams straight as an arrow an art she had learned from years of wearing such hosiery.
Simone shivered? not that she was cold far from it in the humid room, she shivered because dressed as she now was she felt so feminine and womanly something she had always loved about being a prostitute and even at her seventy years of age she was a mass of desire and need for men and she was now ready for another day of work as a whore!
Simone had started young by mistake really at a sweet youthful seventeen she had been drawn like so many young girls to the nightlife in Crotone to the bistro's and bars and because she looked older than her years she slipped into the Jazzy smoky world with ease trying to not draw attention to herself by frequenting places where an older clientel came to ***** and be merry.
And it was there in an eatery come jazz club called the Tacora she had been chatted up my Alphonse a swarve dark married man who had treated her like a lady and seduced Simone and had taken her back to his home for an illicit night safe to do so as his wife was visiting her ****** in Naples.
The night had seen Simone lose her virginity as Alphonse had used and fucked her? it had certainly not been love-making like she read in secret in the women's magazines that had romance stories in but it seemed not to matter to the young Simone as on hands and knees as Alphonse spanked her bare buttocks and pile drived his large thick cock into her pussy making her climax violently over and over, then once Alphonse had shot his spunk in her sweet virginal pussy he had gripped her head and thrust his cock into her mouth down her throat to get himself cleaned up of their sex slime before aroused once again like a raging bull he took her anally his hands cupping her swinging tits then one hand reaching down caressing her engorged clit as he thrust ******** into her rectum till she screamed in utter pleasure orgasming over and over again humping her ass back hard on to his ploughing cock till she felt the huge jets of semen splattering the depths of her bowels and Simone flopped exhausted on to the soft marital bed utterly sexually satisfied and aching for more?
Alphonse was done though twice was enough for him even with a cute hot young bitch like Simone and after an hour of rest he slapped Simone's buttocks again and told her to get dressed and leave as he had finished with her!
This had shattered Simone as she felt the night would go on and she felt rejected? she dressed quickly in a huff careful not to ladder the precious pair of American tan stockings she had on that had been one of three pairs that had been thrown at her from the back of a truck by an American GI from the local army barracks as he passed Simone who had been hanging over the front gate of her parents house watching the troops go by in convoy.
After slipping into the brown and white poker dot off the shoulder dress she wore she turned to say something barbed to the naked lolling Alphonse but was shocked when he took her hand and placed in it a roll of bank notes.
"Simone girl you earned it! I'll keep you in mind the next time I am in need!"
Simone had closed her hand around the money and had swept up her clutch bag and for whatever reacensored like there was a devil in her she cocked her head to the side smiled and blew Alphonse a kiss and departed her high heels clicking on the tiles of the house and out into the street where after tottering up the road she turned into an alley way lit by a murky light and she stopped and with shaking hands got a cigarette out of her bag and lit it taking a long puff before opening her hand and finding Alphonse had paid her fifty lira for her sexual services and Simone shuddered in what she could only describe as an unaided climax as sperm trickled out of her pussy and anus down her thighs and soaked into her stocking tops as she told herself she had just fucked for money and she was a prostitute and had enjoyed it!
