Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. Monica found it hard to adapt to being a whore for the American soldiers. It had been humiliating to prostitute herself to the army officers. But there had only been six a day. Being screwed that often had not been easy for an inexperienced woman such as herself but she'd learned to cope.
The officers had included some pigs who got off by treating her like shit, but most had been reasonable men who had only wanted to enjoy her magnificent body. Now it was thirty men a day - tough grunts back from the frontline who queued for a fuck. They usually only had the choice of cheap whores, not a beauty like Monica. There was little respite between each one. She had five minutes to wash between her legs and wipe her body down with a damp towel before the next was mounting her.
The old madam, Maria, who supervised the men, only changed the sheets a few times during the day, so Monica was usually lying on soiled, sweaty sheets as she was taken. Most men just pushed their trousers down to save time and their rough tunics rubbed against Monica as they thrust into her.
The large, firm breasts drew the mouths of the excited men, and her nipples became sore and chafed from the questing teeth and lips. She was taken both vaginally and anally, and given hard fucks which sometimes made her come despite herself because of the sensitivity caused by so much cock. Monica knew she had created a great deal of lust and regretted allowing Major Mullins to take the bare breasted photos of her to publicise her services when she'd decided to whore for the officers.
Many copies had been circulated since and were pinned up in barracks and bars. In the town, the local men were both angry and lustful. Monica had been pursued by many after being widowed and her prostitution to the Americans had stirred great resentment.
