Whore Stories



  • Real life stories of whores being whores, sluts slutting it up in spectacularly slutty feats of mind-boggling sluttiness… then hitting the wall, getting married to some beta shlub, and pretending to be sweet little housewives without any regard to the miles upon miles of cock they’ve had.

    Post your best whore stories. No friend-of-a-friend bullshit, only tales you know are true. No names or identifying details.



  • So, fair being fair, I will go first… which is always best when dealing with whores. What follows is the Legend of Two-fer Tammy from back in my college days… which doesn’t violate the rules of the thread because (as you will see), I confirmed the details of some of her legendary exploits firsthand, and her name was not actually Tammy.

    Two-fer Tammy was called “Two-fer Tammy” because she once agreed to bang the guy who gave her the nickname only if he brought along another guy to join in, and he couldn’t remember her real name. So it became well-known that, with Tammy, “if you want to get in, you have to bring a friend.”

    That’s the “legendary” part – this whore was very widely known across campus as “Two-fer Tammy” even though her name wasn’t Tammy.

    The confirmed part is that she banged at least 3, and up to as many as 16, pledges in a row during Rush one year. My roommate was friends with one of the 3 confirmed guys that trained her, and I heard the story from all 3 one night over beers. All 3 said that the entire group of pledges, all 16 of them, raw-dogged her one after the other in the frat house one night during a frat party. While she had been drinking, all 3 dudes said she wasn’t drunk, and was totally into it. She actually had a couple of them write their phone numbers on her arm after they fucked her so she could hook-up with them again later.

    The tales of her sluttiness are many, including one I got from her former roommate, who swore that Two-fer Tammy did indeed prefer multiple guys at one time, and said there were a number of times when she would wake up to 2 or 3 guys stumbling out of Tammy’s room first thing in the morning, followed a few hours later by a bow-legged Tammy. According to the roommate, Tammy once told her that she had never had more than one guy at a time before she got the nickname, but after a couple of months, so many guys called her “Two-fer” that she figured she might as well try it once, and she did… and she liked it. And from then on, since every guy she met thought they needed to bring a friend along to bang her, she just went with it.

    I ran into the roommate several years later – they were from the same hometown out-of-state from the college. She told me Tammy had moved back home and was married with 3 kids. She was a dentist, and her husband was a doctor, they lived in a very upscale neighborhood and were well-known. Totally respectable. She said Tammy was very involved with their church and was known for being very prim and proper among the other church-goers, which always made her laugh.

    So, when Mary Jane Sweetcheeks stands up at the next PTA meeting and expresses her concern about the new math curriculum, she just might be Two-fer Tammy.



  • @ainigmaris-thales Sounds like friend-of-a-friend bullshit to me.



  • @bem I cited my first-hand sources. You’re just pissed because all your whore stories start out “Dear Penthouse…”


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    @ainigmaris-thales Or ends up with “I found out she was really a dude 3 thrusts too late.”



  • @ainigmaris-thales You (fulla shit) cited someone else’s (fulla shit) tale. Ergo “friend of a friend”.



  • @jak That reminds me - are you able to poop normally again yet?



  • @bem If you got something better, throw it out there…



  • @ainigmaris-thales Got nothing but friend of a friend bullshit…


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    @bem I was talking about you, ya basturd!



  • @jak who did you think was doing the thrusting?



  • @bem Why did you fags have to gay up this thread?



  • This is a “the gift that keeps on giving”…I was 21, (still agnostic). A friend comes to my hometown for thanksgiving to visit his family. He brings a friend that is a cowboy, real smooth with the women. Talking over a bonfire, this cowboy has lots of stories about girls, and a high notch count. We go cruising up main and meet these girls, a fairly cute blonde and a brunette. That next evening another friend is throwing a drinking party at her house. We all hang out, I get massively drunk and pass out early in the evening under a baby’s crib. Morning time, the place is empty. The girl that threw the party tells me that the cowboy and the brunette had sex. (In my sleeping bag). I really didn’t care. During the next couple weeks, some local friends and I start hanging out with the blonde and brunette. One night, we have a hot tubbing get together. 3 guys, and 2 girls. Guess which one ended up empty handed…yours truly. Anyway, several weeks later at New Years, we are hanging out at this bar. The bouncer comes up to our table and says there are these girls that want to talk to us outside. Cool.

    Once outside, the girls pull my two friends outside and tell them they have the clap. Tracing it back, that cowboy had sex with those two girls, gave them the clap, they then transferred it to my friends. Penicillin anyone?

    Meanwhile, like Roy Rogers, I ride off into the sunset, alone, again.



  • @ainigmaris-thales SOunds like your original question was tailored for this story you were dying to tell.



  • @jim-johnson In my defense, I don’t really need an excuse to tell a whore story.


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    @ainigmaris-thales So you just post your autobiography without excuses?



  • @cynic Are you calling me a whore?



  • I used to hang out in a dance club back on the East Coast when I was in my mid to late twenties. My now ex-wife, at the time, was giving up the poon to me about once a year whether I needed it or not (and some of my friends told me she’d cut them off altogether). So one fateful evening this fairly attractive older (mid 30’s) broad sidles up next to me at the bar and gives me a couple of interested glances. I start chatting with her and pretty soon she wants to go get a cup of coffee. So we go the restaurant across the street, chat a little more and she wants me to go to her apartment. Something just didn’t seem right. Gut feeling. So I told her I had to be at work early and exited stage right. Boy was she pissed!

    The next Friday night I went back to my usual haunt and the bartender (who knew me) commented that he’d seen me walk out with “Judy” the previous week and wanted to know how things went. I told him I’d had a bad feeling and bailed. He said that was good, because he had never seen her leave with less than two guys and often it was four or five! He said she was a “locomotive”, almost every time you saw her she was pulling a train!

    Sure enough over the following months I took notice and she did exactly what the bartender said. I’m guessing she really liked to be air tight. Talk about a near miss. I can only imagine the bacteria culture that must have been between those legs. Ewwwww!



  • I tell you, any guy that would be willing to be part of a Mexican train is not only faggy, but has to have a deathwish for his junk.


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