I let six IRS guys use me so I wouldn't have to pay taxes

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

I made my living as a hooker and it was a great life because I got paid to do what I loved-taking dick in all my holes.

While most other women had to work nine to five in an office for a living, all I had to so was spread my legs and let guys go to town on my pussy to pay the bills.

Just last night three guys had paid for me to come round and let then gangbang me. They had offered me a thousand dollars to do me bareback and I had accepted. Half an hour later I was lying on a bed with a mass of cum dripping out of my pussy and a lot more money in my bank account.

I did all sorts. I would do outcalls to hotels and find some Arab millionaire with a strange fetish like wanting to fuck me in the ass while wearing my underwear, come in it, then get his wife to eat the cum right out. Sometimes I would get guys who wanted me to piss into their mouth then spit it back into my mouth and swallow it. I had even once had guy who wanted me to fuck myself with a vibrator in both the pussy and ass then pull it out and suck it so that I was tasting both my own ass juice and my own pussy juice at the same time.

I occasionally did some work as a street hooker and sucked dicks in back alleys. Though I could have stuck to being an upmarket escort, there was something downright dirty about walking the streets at night in my fishnets waiting to get picked up, getting fucked in the back seat of cars and going home with the cum of several customers leaking out of my pussy. I often needed a new pair of underwear because of how cummy the ones I was wearing got.

Such was my life, and with all my earnings coming from cash on hand, I didn’t even have to pay taxes.

Then one day, six men showed up at my door, all suited up. I wondered what was going on.

“Can I help you gentlemen?”

“Yes, we’re from the IRS. Can we come in?”

I felt like I could not say no. I led them through to the living room.

“We’ve been looking through your bank statements mam, we’ve been investigating you for a while. They appear to show that you don’t seem to be making much but I look around this house and I see lots of nice things. You seem to be well fed and healthy looking, and those are some expensive clothes and jewellery that you seem to be wearing.”

I did not know what to say. Did they know how I made my living?

“We can only assume that one way or another you are making your money through crime or cash in hand work in order to avoid taxes. Well you know what they say. In this life there are only two things that you cannot avoid-death and taxes. Now the tax man is here, so tell me, how do you make your money?”

I couldn’t hide it any longer.

“I spread my legs for a living. Please, you can’t take my money away from me.”

“You what?”

“You heard me. I open my legs and suck cock. I’m a hooker, I sell my body for cash and I get to keep it all for myself. Who the hell are you guys to come and take all that away from me?”

“We are the IRS mam, and we have a job to do. You think you can just walk around taking cock in your mouth, cunt and ass? Let guys shoot wads of cum all over you? Get fucked up the ass in the back seats of cars and alleyways? You think you can do all that you leg spreading whore and not pay taxes to Uncle Sam?”