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Part Time Job

By: shayexhibits



I took a part time job for a while working evenings at an adult toy shop. It was a blast working there. Not only did I get to see all the new stuff that came along, I got a discount on everything I bought. I also met a lot of really cool and interesting people. Some of the guys that came in were all the way weird but I usually just paid no attention to them and did my work. I, being the exhibitionist that I am, always had to wear the clothes I bought there. The manager didn’t mind, since he had a thing for my ass anyway. It was fun dancing around him, trying to not let him know that I knew he wanted me. He was a young guy, 23, and ran the store for his dad, who lived in another state. I wouldn’t say he was a drop dead good looking guy, but he had something about him that made the girls like him. Sometimes he would pat my butt as he walked by, I just pretended not to care or even notice. I think it made him bolder in his attempts later but like I said I really didn’t mind. There was only one time that he took me by surprise and actually embarrassed me. 

I had just got to work and was changing in the dressing room, when I heard a thump against the wall. It sounded as if someone had fallen into it, but there wasn’t another office or anything on that side. We were on the end of a small strip of stores. I leaned closer to the wall and heard another noise, like something being knocked over. With my ear to the wall I listened to Jack, the manager cursing his fool head off, not very loud but just enough for me to recognize his voice. I leaned back in surprise. What the hell? I leaned into the mirror as close as I could get, cupped my eyes and tried to see if it was a two-way mirror or something. Very faintly I could make out a video camera lense staring straight at me. Startled, I jumped back clutching my shirt to my chest, that little punk had been video taping everything and everyone who ever changed in here. A surge of fury fled through me…..but a part of me was turned on by it. Sometimes that bad girl side of me was way tooo bad.

I got dressed with my back to the camera and hurried into the store. How was I going to ever look at him with fighting the urge to slap I him silly? Logging into my station he came from the back and I just wanted to punch that smirk right into the back of his head. When he saw me looking at him he dropped his eyes and I could see his skin blush a little. He didn’t know that I knew, well he would as soon as he watched the tape, or would he? I bet he turned off the tape when he was leaving. How could I play this to my advantage? My mind started spinning at warp speed, trying to figure out what to do. Maybe I could get him in the room with me and get him harassment….no, that was no good, it wouldn’t any fun any way. I would definitely have to think on this one, but for now, I would just have to make like I didn’t know.

I noticed as he got closer that he was carrying his clipboard in front of his crotch. I bet he still had a woody from watching me….this was too good, I had to find out, and had to be quick about it. Again my mind went to work. No time, as he came up onto the platform where the registers were, I walked straight for him. I reached out and grabbed the clipboard and as I went by, I looked down to see an impressive size bulge. I told him I needed to borrow it for a sec and kept on walking. I could feel his eyes burning through the fabric of my shorts. I let my hips sway a little more.

I never did anything about the camera and I still changed at work, always knowing he was watching. It gave me a perverse pleasure knowing he was only a couple of feet from my naked body. 

He came to me one night as I entered the store with a big smile. He slipped his arm around my waist as we walked to the back. He then began to tell me of an idea his dad came up with to boost sales and wanted to know if I would help them out in getting it started. I was reluctant, their ideas were always on the weird side and usually meant someone getting naked. With my heart pounding, I asked what I would have to do and if it meant getting more money. He smiled broadly and assured me the money would be better and started filling me in on the details. At first I was a little stunned by the boldness of the idea, but the more I thought about it, the more my heart started to race. I quickly agreed before I could change my mind and had him put the extra bonus money amount in writing. I would get my regular hourly, plus when I was wearing an outfit, I would $75 an hour, and 50% of anything I sold. I also made him agree that I wouldn’t have to do this every night. 

Their idea was this, they wanted me, and only me it appeared, to dress in some of the outfits we sold as a live mannequin. I would stand in the window and hold as still as possible until someone came to the window to look, then I would have to move in a robotic way into a different position. If we had customers in the store I had to walk around the and try to get them to buy the outfit or ask if they wanted me to model another one. Again, the more I thought about it the more my heart raced! I mean, I have flashed and shown more of my share of people, but the clothes we sold, left very little to the imagination and most were crotchless and well, you get the idea.

What a wonderful way to get some sales, but was I really bold enough to prance around in almost nothing and, be on display for some many people walking by? I think I am, but only time could tell. Like I said, I agreed and he wanted me to start right that moment, but I told him I would have to build up some courage to do it and jokingly said I needed a drink to get that brave most times. His eye brow cocked a little and asked what I drank. Still chuckling I said I was a slave to screwdrivers and out the door he ran. Surely he wasn’t going to have me drinking while I was working, but yes, that is exactly what he wanted me to do, he returned a few minutes later with a big bottle of Skyy, my favorite, and some juice to go with it. Damn, he really was serious about this. Being out of excuses, I started picking through the racks of outfits, trying to find a tamer one to build on. Of course he already had one picked out and I just had to put my foot down and say no! It was a bondage outfit that was made up of ropes that stretch between your pussy lips and up over your shoulders and tied your hands behind. I mean forget it, not into bondage much anyway, but for my first outfit, hell no. He relented, seeing that I just may back out all together.

Finally deciding on a red almost see through teddy, I went to change. I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. The things we do for money……. and a little thrill. OK, it’s a big thrill. The money was just a bonus, hell, if he had badgered me enough I would have probably done it for free.  Better to not the bosses know that little secret though. It might be a little harder to sell these outfits as it is. They aren’t the cheapest in the world. They are good quality, but for the prices they should be lined with gold or something. Looking at myself in the mirror, as I straighten everything up, I notice that my nipples can easily be seen. They aren’t overly dark but the material is more sheer than I had thought. My small patch of pussy hair is also clearly visible. If I would spread my legs I know that it wouldn’t take 20 20 vision to see my goodies. One more look, damn, my heart was pounding and I had the shakes. This would be the first time I would be so clearly visible to anyone who walked by me.


I looked out the door slowly, just peering around the corner. No one in the store yet, I would probably have just enough time to get to the window before passing out. Where was Jack? Hell I know where he was, he was on the other side of the mirror looking at my ass! Well, it was now or never. I walked out and went straight to the window box door. As I shut the door behind me, I heard Jack coming from out of the back. Smiling to myself, he would just have to wait to see me some more. I had barely struck a pose before a couple of young guys came up to the window. I could hear them talking about how real I looked and with that, I struck another pose, they jumped back in surprise and both of them had their mouths hanging open. They quickly came into the store and started talking to Jack about me and he was all over it. Saying how it was a new selling tactic that he came up with and wanted to know if they wanted to see the outfit closer. They both agreed of course, and to my surprise, Jack stated that he could remove the model from the window if they were serious about buying an outfit. It was quiet for a moment and I could just hear the two guys whispering between themselves. Jack then blurted out that the model would display any outfit in the store. Again silence and then I could hear the racks of outfits being moved.

In the mean time there was another guy outside the window. Damn was this guy a great looking guy. Feeling a little bolder, I shifted from my standing pose to a crouched position. Again he stepped back in surprise and then his attention was refocused on me crotch. All he had to do is side step a little and he would get a pretty nice view. He did so and my heart started pounding even more, I felt like a heart attack was evident. He openly stared at the moistness that I had there, noticing this is mouth slowly opened as he realized that I was real. His eyes met mine and it was all I could do, to not grin, I was in character after all. He also came into the stare just as Jack was opening the door to the window box. He was telling me that two gentlemen were interested in buying a rather expensive outfit, if I were to try it on for them. 

All eyes were on me as I stepped out. The two guys and the other one that had just came in, as well as Jack. I proudly walked to them and held up the garment that they were holding. Black leather, bodace that tied in the back and pushed up your breasts, with little curved cut outs where your nipples can show, with little rings that had chains hanging from them and a ruffle of fabric hanging from the end that I guess is suppose to be the skirt. It wasn’t long enough to be anything like a skirt. It didn’t come with any panties, so I took it from them and started to grab a pair as I was headed for the dressing room. One of the young guys spoke up that he didn’t want to buy any panties, so without looking back I walked on, feeling their eyes burning me. Getting it on is easy, tying it up is not, I had to have some help, but sure didn’t want Jacks hands on me. I peeked out through one louver in the door and saw the good looking one was still here. I slowly opened the door and quietly asked him to come over. He hurried over and with huge eyes, listened to my problem and as I turned I saw him in the mirror looking at my ass cheeks that were clearly visible. He held the strings and laced me up one by one and every time his hands touched my back I shivered a little. I watched him in the mirror and he was staring intently at what he was doing. As he finished I handed him one end of a chain that wrapped around and clamped to the back on a ring. As he reached for it I let go of my end letting it fall to the floor, I looked around slightly and asked him if he could get it for me. As luck would have it, for me, it fell just between my feet. He crouched down slowly taking in the obvious view he was getting and as he raised up he boldly ran him hand along my leg up over my ass cheek, letting it rest there as he reached around and clasped the chain in the ring just below my left nipple, brushing it as he did. Without thinking I was biting my lower lip and had my eyes closed, the sensation was heaven and I wanted it to never stop. In fact, I hadn’t realized he wasn’t there anymore for a moment. I turned and he had gone back to the group. I check myself everything over once more and tried to get my thoughts off his touch. 

Taking a deep breath I stepped out and let everyone take me in from across the store for a moment. I could feel the cool air on my over heated pussy now and I wanted so bad to sink my fingers into myself and get off right in front of them. I just strolled over to them with a big smile knowing and seeing all their eye focused on my pussy, the skirt, stopped just where my small patch of hair was. I stopped a few feet from them, raised my arms slightly and turned slowly around for all of them. The bulges that started to grow in all their pants affirmed that they liked what the saw. I stopped facing them and placed my hands on my hips while they circled me. One of the younger guys wanted me to bend over a little, so he could see how it would look, I did and he took in a nice view of my ass. As I straightened up a young couple entered the store and Jack tore himself away to greet them and explain what we were doing and they came to look as well. The girl looked at me with the widest eyes I have ever seen and then asked me if it was at least comfortable, easy to move in and all that. I told her that it was. She started to turn a little red and looked around at the other guys for a sec then let out a breath, and asked me if I would get on my hands and knees, cause she liked it doggy style and wanted to see how easy it moved. With this all eye intently focused on me and I couldn’t help a little smile and got down on my knees. Everyone walked around me in a circled, my bare pussy lips had to be shiny from how wet I was and when she got behind me I lowered my arms a little and let my ass raise into the air more. With that everyone got behind me to gaze at my pussy. I let them look for a moment, then got back up. I went to the rack and picked out a new outfit to put on for in the window and with out saying a word went back to the dressing room. Everyone was quiet as I walked by them. 

I heard the girl say she had to have one and the two guys being under obligation bought one as well. I forgot that I had to untie the back and again peeked out to find the other guy who had helped me before standing near. I opened the door and let him step in to help me, closing the door behind him. It was kind of cramped, but I didn’t mind him being so close. I turned to face the mirror and knew that Jack wasn’t there for once, he was out ringing up sales. We didn’t talk, I just watched him through the mirror’s reflection. He stared right back at me, switching from my eyes to my hard nipples that were clearly visible. He would occasionally look at his hands to see where he was at, but mostly he just looked at my nipples. I could feel his hardness brushing against me lightly and wanted more. He took my arms and traced up them to my hands, placing them on the mirror, so I looked as if I was getting frisked. He then traced back down my arms, and reaching around to undo the chain under my nipple, he took each one in his hands and rolled them between his fingers. I series of electric shocks ran through my body. Undoing the chain he let it fall to the side, I could feel it brush against my side as it swayed. Again, he pinched my nipples slightly and again the shocks ran through me. He then traced around my rib cage to my back and undid the clasps and everything to open the bodice up. As it loosened I felt my chest free up and I breathed in deeply with relief.

He reached inside the bodice loosening it further and sliding his hands along my bare skin to cup a breast in each in hand, and gently squeezing them, as if to massage them after being restrained. It was now loose enough to fall to the floor and as it did, I saw his eye’s looking at my pussy through the mirror. The look was hunger. I started to turn to him, but he held me in position. I watched his hands slide down my rib cage and across my belly, where he stopped to flick my belly ring, then sliding down further to let his fingers play in the small patch of hair. He took his foot and used it to spread my legs apart further. He reached further down and found my clit, at first he rubbed it just on the surface then applied just the right amount of pressure. I nearly came right then and he must of felt my body shudder, because he ran one hand down my ass crack and slipped a finger into me and continued to rub my clit with the other. A bolt of electricity powered through with such intensity that I felt my knees getting weak and my eyes closed just as my head slung back. I started coming immediately and he never slowed a bit, I met his movements with my hips and soon we were in perfect rhythm. I heard someone coming and he must of as well, because he quickly left the changing room and I was left to recover by myself. 

It was Jack, coming to get me back in the window no doubt. He must of not seen the guy leaving the little room or I would have heard him screaming his fool head off. He rapped on the door and when I didn’t respond right away he asked if I needed some help, with actual concern in his voice. I mustered up a no and he left. Being shaken by the whole experience I stayed in there for a few minutes, just trying to collect myself. Jack brought me another outfit to wear and this one was even more revealing than the last, if that was possible. After getting it on, I turned and checked myself in the mirror again. It was one of our lighter bondage pieces. It was made of pleather and was very shiny red. The breasts were completely cut out so you could see all of them and it was shaped in a V so that it was very narrow at the crotch. I was so wet that it kept sliding in between my pussy lips and I finally gave up on trying to keep it out and left it. My lips were red and the buttons that snapped the crotch together, were rubbing on my clit, so when I moved, just a little bit, I felt little shocks hitting me. It was going to be impossible to walk with any kind of grace at all. The ass was made into a G string that came up the back getting wider as it got to the shoulders. I might as well have been naked, because everything was showing. There is no way I would be able to get in the window with this on. Thinking of the guy who was in here just moments ago, I thought about it again, yes I would. I would walk proudly to the window, letting everyone see me and love every second of it. 

Part Time Job



This story actually started after Christmas 2002 when all the bills started coming in for gifts and expenses for the Christmas season. My wife and I had a disagreement over the amount of money that she spent during the holidays. After several rather heated discussions it was decided that either she cut back or figure out a way to earn some income on her own.

Starting around the middle of this year several new and expensive items started showing up in our house. I figured that Linda was either saving a little at a time to buy these but I never asked where they come from or how she paid for them. As the purchases continued I became concerned as to the amount of money that was being spent and finally asked her how we were able to afford these. While she never gave me a direct answer I figured out that she must have gotten some kind of part time job during the day. I generally work from 6:00 a.m. to around 5:00 p.m. and never get home until around 6:00 in the evening. The fact that I seldom call home during the day gives Linda the day to do with as she pleases.

In May of this year things were slow at the office so a couple of us at work decided to take off at lunch and play golf. I told the guys that I needed to go home and pickup my clubs and would meet them at the golf course. As I was going home I passed Linda going in the opposite direction and for some reason decided to see where she was heading. I followed her to an upscale hotel on the outskirts of town and watched as she parked and went into the lobby. I rally didn’t know what to expect so I waited to see how long she would be there. In a couple of hours Linda walked out of the lobby, got into her car and headed for home. I gave her a few minutes and drove home arriving about 15 minutes after she did. Walking into the house she asked why I was home early and I said I didn’t feel well and let it go at that.

I started driving by this hotel on a regular basis and Linda’s car was there several times. I thought I knew where the money was coming from but I needed to prove it to myself. On a day that Linda’s car was not there I stopped and walked in to see if I could figure out a way to prove my thoughts. The deck clerk was a young man in his mid 20’s so he and I hatched a plan. An offer of $100.00 seemed to go a long way with him. He recognized Linda’s picture and told me that she always registered for the room and always wanted the ground floor. My plan was to install a video camera into a room and film whatever was happening. He agreed as long as I gave him a copy of the tape also. We set up the camera with a remote that he could turn on from the front desk and waited on her next visit.

This is what the video showed about a week later.

After checking in Linda went to the room and casually seemed to be getting ready for whomever she was waiting on. She first removed everything but her panties and sat down in a chair and began watching TV. I should tell you now that even though Linda just turned 50 she looks much younger and has a set of titties that most any woman would be proud of. They are huge 36D with perfect nipples. After 15 minutes or so Linda answered the door and a good looking young man in his mid 30’s walked in and immediately kissed her on the lips and set her back down into the chair and pulled off her panties. He then buried his face between her legs. As he kissed her pussy Linda was working between his legs rubbing her hand across an ever-growing cock. It didn’t take long before Linda had his zipper down and his cock in both hands. As she continued to work on his cock with her hand and then mouth it gradually grew to an impressive 8 or 9 inches and at least as big around as my wrist. After several minutes of stroking and sucking he stepped out of his clothes and buried his face between Linda’s legs. All Linda could do was to lay back on the bed and let him suck and lick on her pussy while she squirmed and shook from what was obviously something that she was enjoying. With one quick move Linda was flipped over so that he was able to take direct aim at her pussy.

With her pussy being soaked from him having his faced buried in it his cock went all the way in with one very determined stroke. As he fucked her he was playing with both titties and grunting and moaning all the time. I have never seen Linda act the way she was that day. She was pushing back with ever thrust that he made. He must have fucked her for at least 10 minutes before you could clearly hear him say he was cuming. The fact that he wore no rubber was not a concern because Linda had long ago had her tubes tied so that there was no danger in her getting pregnant. Apparently they had done this before because Linda screamed” Leave it in and fill me up”. As her started to cum he pounded her pussy even harder. He must have filled her with at least a pint of cum because he just continued to groan and moan as he was fucking in my wife’s pussy. When he finished he collapsed on top of Linda and they rested for several minutes. After a short time they both got up and headed for the bathroom, I would guess that they took a shower as it took about 20 minutes for them to reappear on camera.

As they both got dressed there was an exchange of money. How much I don’t have any idea but you can clearly hear him say she was worth ever penny and Linda smiling and saying same time next week? How much money Linda has earned I have no idea but I can tell you that a certain desk manger and I are trying to figure out how to get a better quality camera in there. According to him Linda is there a couple times a week. I want to see her other customer.



Part Time Job



Mary sighed as the scooped the envelope off of the door mat. She knew by the look of the envelope that it was the credit card bill. 

"Its so unfair" she thought to herself. Money had become increasingly tight. She didn't mind her flat, It wasn't where she saw herself living in 5 years time, but it would do for now.. if it wasn't for her neighbours, that was. The flat she lived in seemed to have walls so thin, every single argument her neighbours had (and they had a lot!) she could hear. She would sometimes listen and pick a side, working out what she would say in response to her chosen opponents unreasonableness. 

Work had not been going too badly for Mary, although there was no sign of any sudden and vast increase in salary. The 'austerity measures' taken by her employer had seen to that. It wasn't either that she lived an extravagent lifestyle.. Its just, things weren't quite enough. She needed a bit more. 

On the 30min bus ride in to work that morning, she sleep walked / dazed her way through the journey as usual. Tuesday was a nothing day. It wasn't the beginning of the week, it wasn't the end, it was still a whole 7 hours of work away from 'hump day', (Wednesday) which never turned out to be as exciting as it sounded (well, almost never). Mary rested her head in her hand, and her elbow on the window of the top deck of the bus, thinking about why she was just so constantly skint, and what she could do about it. She quickly discounted the idea of doing overtime, that was a short term fix, and it would need more than a few extra hours on a Saturday morning to get her out of that flat and away from her neighbours. 

"eBay.... eBay.... hmmmmm". Mary mewsed the things she could sell online, initially she could clear out the junk she'd colleceted over the 3 years in that flat, and then she could move on to bulk buying and selling. She couldn't think of anything she had a special knowledge or expertise in to make her confident to buy and sell. She quickly dismissed the idea when she realised that her flat would all of a sudden be over-run by odds and sods waiting to be sold, and every night would be spent wrapping items up, and every lunch break would be spent queuing down at the post office. 

She considered some modelling or rep work, you know, merchandising stuff at shows. Mary was attractive and striking in her looks. Tall, at 5ft 10" with an attractive curvy figure and large pert breasts. She had dark bobbed hair and green eyes. She had a knack of catching and keeping a guys attention when she smiled at them, although she also didn't suffer fools gladly. Mary was giving this potential sideline some serious thought as the bus pulled in to the town centre, North Street, Brighton. As the bus came to a stop, one stop before Mary's stop, she watched her fellow commuters alight from the bus. That is when she noticed the advert in the bus stop. 'Bar stuff needed'. It was for Grace's bar, which was on the opposite side of the road to the advert. Mary was sure she'd heard of Graces bar before but had never been there. Then as the bus pulled away it clicked... Grace's was a 'gentleman's club', and a group of guys at work had recently been there. 

As the bus pulled up at her stop, Mary walked off, thanking the driver and smiling sweetly as she walked off

"You're welcome!" said the the bus driver, a little over friendly. Mary smiled to herself, it was too early to flirt. Walking down North road and over the Steine, Mary mulled over the prospect of working at Graces. 

"How hard could it be?" Mary thought to herself. "Serving a few drinks to a few horny blokes, that'll be childs play!". She was a little concerned that some guys from work she knew might come in and the obvious piss taking the following day, but what the hell. She took down the number.

* * *

Mary arrived a couple of minutes early for the interview. She was advised to 'dress to impress', but what does that mean? All the other interviews (both of them) Mary had ever gone for, she'd worn office attire. She'd chosen a little black dress that had previously been 'successful' when she'd been at social functions and eligible guys were around (the previous Christmas work do was a ties and tiaras event).

After a short wait she was invited upstairs by one of the girls who worked there. The stairs were narrow and the hall way was dark, with dark red carpet and similarly coloured walls with pictures of attractive girls on either side. Mary was shown in to the main club. There was a bar straight in front of her, a stage to the right with curved seating all around the edges, and tables and chairs dotted around the centre. The stage to her right had a pole in the middle of it and mirrors on the walls around it.

"No hiding in here!" Mary thought.

Mary was asked to sit down in the corner by the curved seats. She was facing out towards the rest of the club. She felt slightly nervous, more of her surroundings rather than the interview itself, and sat there looking and absorbing the atmosphere of the place.

"Hi. I'm Mike Davies. You must be Mary!" A confident and bold voice came from Mary's right. She looked around and smiled at the man. He was tall and well built, but not fat, with short dark spiky hair, slightly greying at the sides. He wore a dark open neck shirt and dark trousers, and black, new loafer shoes. Mike held his hand and shook that of Marys before sitting down. 

"So Mary, you're looking for a part time job?" Mike asked, breaking the ice

"Well yes, just to earn a bit of extra money, fitting around my day job". Mary replied, trying to hide her nerves.

"Where do you work at the moment?"

"Oh its just an office job in Brighton, usual hours, ya know....." Mary trailed off.

"Okay, well I think you're the sort of girl our customers would really like to see perform" explained Mike casually.

"Perform!??" exclaimed Mary. "I've come for the bar job!" She half sniggered as she replied. There was no way that was what she came here for.

"Oh really?" Mike was a little taken a-back. "I was told you were here for the job as a performer?"

"Er, no.. that's not me. I'm definitely here as bar staff". 

"Oh, okay. Well I think you could be selling yourself a little short. We have girls come in here who want to be performers who, frankly don't make the grade. I can see you doing well at it and making a lot of money". There was an honest and sincere charm to Mike which caused Mary to not immediately dismiss what was being said to her.

"How much money are we talking?" Mary wanted to at least know what was being proposed before she turned it down.

"Well, on an average night you're talking anywhere in the region of £700 to £1200"

"WHAT!!!!?" Exclaimed Mary. She could not believe it. This put a slightly different slant on things. The idea of being a performer at the club was laughable, but £1200 a night was serious money. Mary thought to herself for a moment "£700 to £1200... okay, say that's an average of £1000 a night. If I were to do that Friday and Saturday night, I'd get my whole years salary in just under 4 months" Mary was starting to seriously think about the difference this could make to her situation, the flat, the car she was driving.

"Well why don't you show us what you can do" Mike interrupted her train of thought.

Mary came back in to the room. All of a sudden it dawned on her what earning this money would entail. Her confidence dropped out of her.

"Noooo no no no no, I couldn't do that, I mean... I couldn't"

"Why not?" Mike put, very matter of fact. "Listen, everyone has exactly the same nerves when they come for their interview, Trust me. After a couple of weeks, you'll be on that stage doing your thing like it was the most natural thing in the world. It is the most natural thing in the world. Just one stage further. You flirt with guys don't you?"

"Erm, yeah" Mary shrugged her shoulders

"You like those guys you flirt with to like you, don't you?"

"Of course" Mary could see where this was leading.

"Well then!"

"But I...." Mary was cut off

"Just..... just give it a go. Don't worry about the pole dancing, we'll give you a few lessons on that. Just give me a lap dance, that's all, a lap dance. We'll put some music on, you go in to the other room and get in to just your underwear, and come back. Take me over there and show me what you can do. If its natural, I'll know. We'll both know". Mike's calm and confident charm was persuading her. The lure of £1000 a night was also a massive lure. Mary was convincing herself.

"Okay. I'll give it a go. Where shall I get changed?"

"Just over there" Mike pointed to a side door behind the stage and pole dancing area. "I'll be here waiting. Come out when you hear the music playing and take me over to those boothes over there with the curtains". 

Mary was in the changing room. Her nerves were taking over. Her heart was beating fast. She had to be cool. She had always had a 'performing' fantasy, or that of being watched. This was daring though. Very daring! 

"Flustered isn't sexy, Mary" she told herself as she adjusted her cleavage in her bra. "Good job I wore decent underwear" Mary thought to herself. She twisted her body so as to check out her own bum. "Those spinning classes were worth the pain" Mary thought to herself.

Mary heard some music start. Prince's Purple Rain wasn't her favourite track at all, but she went with it. "Show time" Mary said to herself, looking at herself in the mirror one last time, and switched on the confidence. The door opened, and she stepped out in to the empty room. Empty, all except Mike, you was sitting in the corner, staring intently at her, smiling wily. Mary walked up to him, confidently. She smiled at him as she approached, and put a hand on his upper arm. It was muscular. He obviously worked out. 

"Hello. I'm Mary" She purred at Mike. "Shall we go and have a dance?" 

Mike smiled.

"I'd like that". Mike stood up. Mary interlocked her arm with his and guided him over to the booths. She smiled at him as they walked, delicately biting a bit of her own bottom lip as she struggled to control her nerves. 

"Does this ever get boring for you?" Mary asked Mike, vulnerably. 

"Nope.... never!" Mike wasn't making much conversation, but then again, there wasn't much to be said now. Mary decided that she was there to show off. Show off and turn this guy on as much as she could. She sat him down and began.

She leaned forward in to Mike as he sat on his chair. She moved her body so her breasts passed close to Mikes face moving upwards. Her hips followed and she slid herself him his body without touching him before resting back to where she began. She repeated and Mike smiled indicating his approval. Mary tried to block out what was happening and focus on the music. She figured it would ease her nerves. She placed one hand on the back of Mikes neck and placed her foot between Mikes thighs, perched close to his groin. She ran her hands up and down her body, over her tight tummy and over her large breasts, still enclosed in her bra. 

"Hmm you're body looks very very sexy" Mike said in a low, gravelly voice". 

"Thanks Mary said, smiling"

"Does that bra come off?" Mike's question was leading...

"If you ask nicely...." Mary teased

"I'd love you to take your bra off..... please" Mike replied.

Mary turned away from him and stood with her feet shoulder width apart, making her bum look beautiful and firm. Turning her head to look at him from behind, she un-clasped her black bra and let it fall away. She used her left hand and arm to cover her nipples, and turned around. Staring deep in to Mikes eyes she slowly dropped her arm. Mikes eyes dropped from hers and engaged with her full, pert and large breasts. Transfixed, Mary new he liked what he saw. She slowly moved towards him. Her hips seemed to sway in an exagerated fashion as she got closer to him. Mike looked in awe, and this filled Mary with a confidence she had lacked until now. This man, who had been in the industry probably for years, and had probably done the self same 'audition' with every naïve girl who found them inside this club, was transfixed by her. She loved it. She wanted to find out if he was hard. She moved closer to Mike, and sat on one of his knees, facing him. Mike was completely transfixed by Mary's breasts. She stared in to his eyes, and then sat down facing away from Mike, her bum inbetween his parted legs. She leant her nearly naked body back on him, her head resting on his left shoulder. She looked in to his eyes, and his eyes returned the gesture for a second or two, before returning down her body laid out on top of him. She clasped her hands on his side and shimmed herself down his body, pressing herself against him as hard as she could. And there it was. Mike was hard, not just a little bit hard, bit really hard. Mary loved it. She loved the power. Mike was human, malleable, and right now, at this moment, in her hands.. Mary was really enjoying this, and had now lost all sense of embarrisment. She slide back down his body and his groin. She knelt on the floor and turned to face him. She ran her hands up and down Mikes hard cock through his trousers. Mike flinched and she felt his hard cock twitch through his smart trousers. Mary rubbed it up and down several times, her hand between his balls squeezing them tightly but not too tight as to be painful

"Uh.... um... you're not allowed to touch" Mike just about managed to spurt out this late addition to whatever rules there were of the house (Mary had not studied any lap dancing rule book before). 

"Oh sorry babe" Mary cooed. She held her index finger up against Mikes hard cock. Her finger was touching his member save the thin layers of material between them. Mary started at the base of her finger and dragged her tongue up it slowly whilst looking in to the eyes of Mike. Mike was focused on what was happening to him, like nothing else mattered to him in the world. He began to rock his hips back and forward which encouraged Mary. She delicately gave her thin finger the blow job Mike wished he was having, all the while, their eyes locked together while Mike gripped the foam cushion of the seat he sat on ever tighter.

Mary got herself up from her kneeling position, and placed her hand around the back of Mikes neck and knelt on the seat he sat on, her knees either side of his thighs. Mary lowered her breasts so her nipple was each in turn millimetres away from Mikes lips. One of them brushed his lip and she was sure she felt his breath on them. Mary was so turned on by the power she had over this supposedly experienced man. She lowered herself down on to his lap, her nose touching his, their lips brushing each other and their eyes locked together so close they could not fully focus on each other. 

"So.... do I get the job" Mary asked?

Mike paused like he was searching for the power of speech... "Yessss"



Part-Time Job



Sonya and Gil had been married nine years. Though Gil didn't seem to care, Sonya knew their marriage had serious problems which contributed to her growing depression. Additionally, she had a job that offered no personal fulfillment; but it help toward paying the mounting bills. She had excellent typing and computer skills, but jobs were sparse in the small mid-western town. The only work she could find was part-time employment at a telemarketing company. Sonya was glad she no longer had to make annoying phone calls into people's homes trying to sell useless products. Her recent promotion to the data entry department made life a little better for her.

Gil was an apartment complex maintenance man. He also took odd electrical and plumbing jobs to bring extra income. He hated his job and often spoke of retiring. Unfortunately, he did nothing whatever to reach that goal. He was lax about everything, especially work. He just couldn't seem to focus on tasks for any length of time and would frequently quit good jobs without notice. 

A year and a half was the longest he'd kept the same job since their marriage. He would usually quit a job after three months or less. If a co-worker spoke harshly to him, he'd quit. If he were reprimanded for any reason, even if it was his fault, he'd quit. If the pay or hours weren't what he wanted (even though he initially agreed to them), he'd quit. If he had car trouble or became tired of the drive to the job, he'd quit. If he simply became bored with the work, he'd quit. If a new manager or supervisor came, he'd quit. If management didn't constantly praise him, he'd quit. It was always the same. He'd start off so excited about a new job and the potential for advancement it offered, then for no logical reason, Gil would become restless and just abandon needed employment with no other job to replace the last. 

Gil, a fairly unappealing, overweight, light-skinned African American man of 45, just didn't like working. He was never really satisfied with anything. He had a lot of wants, but did little toward accomplishing any of them. He would even discourage Sonya from pursuing any of her dreams like singing, drawing and poetry writing. It was as if he made up his mind that he wasn't going to achieve anything and didn't want her to either.

The relationship had passed the "seven-year itch" stage and Gil had "scratched" on more than one occasion that Sonya knew about. He was unfaithful and dishonest in just about everything. That made the marriage nearly intolerable for his wife who had taken to drinking for a while. She soon found that other forms of self-medication were better able to dull her senses from the mental pain caused by Gil's cheating, disrespect, lack of ambition and irresponsibility in personal and business matters. 

Though they had never discussed a legal divorce, Sonya had emotionally divested from the liaison over the years and had begun to welcome any time they were physically apart. She desperately wanted to love him and look up to him as her honorable protector and provider, but every time she became soft-hearted and vulnerable, she would remember his infidelity or he would do or say something so hurtful or so infantile that she'd run back into her psychological shell. Closing off emotionally went against her pre-marriage personality of openness and warmth but Sonya began to condition herself to feel less and less after years of disappointment with life and especially with Gil. 

Every single day of the past year she thought about leaving him but feared how life would be as a single older woman with physical drawbacks. She was a rather unattractive 40-year old woman who was also about 40 pounds overweight and badly in need of dental work. Plus, she had no support system as for family or friends and seriously lacked confidence in her ability to make it alone.

She often pictured ways to be free of her menacing spouse. She'd see herself just walking out the door with no warning. She imagined burning the apartment down or blowing up the car with both of them in it. Sonya really didn't want to hurt anyone; she just wanted a better life and didn't know how to get it. So she just stayed in the beat-up, emotionless relationship and tried to cope by not caring about too much of anything. 

Sometimes she'd overeat and sometimes she'd regurgitate her food on purpose. All of it, the drinking, the abuse of over-the-counter meds, the homicidal and suicidal thoughts and the binging and purging, was a pathetically unheard cry for help. It was a silent scream that even a deaf man could have heard, but Gil never noticed Sonya's pain. As long as he got what he wanted, he really didn't care how she felt.

Communication between the couple was one-sided. Whenever Sonya tried to talk to Gil about her feelings or problems or changes that would help the relationship, Gil would fall asleep, begin fidgeting with something or just plain ignore her. When Gil spoke, however, he insisted on Sonya's complete attention and would become irate if he didn't get it. He would chatter on and on about what he wanted to accomplish, what he wanted to own and places he wanted to go. 

At first, Sonya believed him. She thought he really had desires to build together and move up, but after years of seeing a pattern—-a habit of destructive behavior (pathological lying, infidelity, overeating, drinking alcohol excessively, missing work to visit amusement parks or other women or just to lay around the house, constant complaining and quitting jobs altogether), she learned to recognize his words as nothing more than unproductive ramblings. Over time, she began forcing herself to quietly suffer through his verbal daydreams. If she didn't appear to listen to him and agree with him, there was hell to pay one way or the other. 

She had come to acknowledge to herself that she had married a person who just wasn't going anywhere but down. Sonya finally stopped trying to hold them both up and just tried to keep herself afloat which wasn't easy with the enemy right in the camp. She finally saw Gil as the enemy of her growth and freedom. He had in many ways become her jailer and though her cell door was open, she feared the world "outside" more than her existing captivity.

Lately, she had noticed that after being constantly badgered for sex over the years, the requests abruptly stopped. She didn't think much of it at first because she didn't enjoy sex with Gil. For her, there was no desire for physical intimacy. Even so, after months of him showing no interest in her physically she began to wonder if he had become serious about one of the women with whom he dated. Still, Sonya said nothing. 

Whenever she had the rare urge, she used her trusted vibrator. She preferred it to sex with Gil for several reasons: she could control her own pleasure, it didn't leave any messes, she didn't feel abandoned or disappointed afterward and she didn't have to worry about getting an STD from it.

Gil was taking in more odd "jobs" than usual and became even more distant and demanding than he had been. Late one night, he came home in a foul mood. "Sonya!" he yelled, "What does a man have to do to get a home-cooked meal around here?!" 

Sonya wasn't expecting this since he normally checked the refrigerator or stove for his meals when he didn't eat out. She never knew when he was coming home and just kept a meal ready in an effort to keep Gil from complaining. He loved to grumble, nag and lecture others but hated for anyone to correct him. 

"There's food in the stove," Sonya casually said from the bedroom. 

"Would you get it for me, or do I have to do everything for this household!", Gil shot back with indignation in his voice.

Sonya had been in bed thumbing through a magazine. She had started to doze off to sleep when she heard Gil come in the house. She got up and groggily went into the living room quietly knowing that if she said anything, he would use it as an opportunity to start a fight. All the years of senseless arguments had taught Sonya to spot the early signs of Gil's underlying rage. 

She mechanically moved into the kitchen, washed her hands and preceded to serve Gil baked chicken, rice, broccoli, slices of tomato and iced tea. He didn't say so much as, "thank you, dog." He just started chomping and smacking greedily as if he'd not eaten for days. Sonya went back into the bedroom hoping the remainder of the night would pass without incident. After a time, she drifted off to sleep. 

Gil lingered in the living room. He started playing a computer game to try to take his mind off the events of that evening. But it was no use; he kept seeing it over and over in his head. He heard the muffled cries of the helpless woman as the man brutally forced his way into her delicate body. He knew the man was himself, but was still surprised that he actually went through with the deed. 

Her name was Penny. She was a 32-year-old single dental tech. She lived with her boyfriend who was often out with his buddies. Gil met Penny months prior when he was called to do some electrical work at her ranch-style home in the suburbs. She was very attractive but extremely talkative. She told how she was planning to go back to college for her master's degree after she earned enough to pay for the courses and books. She prated on about how her boyfriend spent a lot of time playing basketball with his friends and how her girlfriends were now married with families and were and too busy to hang out the way they once did. She talked and talked until Gil completed the job. 

He thought she might have been flirting with him, but he showed little interest because he figured she would reject him. Even so, he wanted her. He wanted to take what her boyfriend obviously was not appreciating. He wanted to fill her constantly moving mouth. He wanted to make her pay for being so beautiful ...for being so tempting ...for being a female.

Gil had cased Penny's house for weeks noting times she worked and how often she was alone. He even discovered the "hidden" house key near a bush by the front door that her boyfriend sometimes used. With that, getting in was no problem. Penny heard the sound of the door opening and assumed it was her boyfriend. She just rolled over in bed and waited for him to climb in next to her. When that didn't happen, she reached for the night lamp near the bed to see where he was. The panic on her face when she saw the strange masked man standing over her was like something from a horror movie. She began to shriek but Gil was ready for her. He put a gloved hand tightly around her neck while stuffing a rag in her mouth. He used his body weight to stifle her movements as he swiftly cuffed her hands together and to the bedpost. 

She was in a state of panic as Gil worked like a professional thief securing his prey. Once he had completely immobilized his victim, he wasted no time in removing the oversized T-shirt she wore to bed. He ripped it from her body exposing her small, big-nippled breasts and hairless vagina. He quickly grabbed a condom from his pocket, put it on and savagely plunged into Penny's moist body.

Her struggles to free herself and screams for help brought him excitement and pleasure as Gil continued to mercilessly batter the young woman's feminine parts. He was determined not to ejaculate until he had totally degraded and exhausted her. After a while, he removed his rubber-covered penis from her vagina and attempted to drive it into her anus. Penny began bucking violently to dislodge the unwelcome intruder from her sore bottom. Tears streamed down the sides of her face as Gil pushed and pulled the head of his penis in and out of her anus. It was the most excruciating pain Penny had ever known. It was the most exhilarating pleasure Gil had ever known. Unlike the way he believed it had been for years with his wife Sonya, Gil was finally getting a reaction during sex. He could put his penis where he wanted and be as vicious as he liked. He loved it.

Never saying a word, Gil continued to wrestle with the stubborn anal passage. He spat on his hand for lubrication and wiped the opening. Relentlessly attacking the girl's hole made it finally give way. Her anus split open and began to bleed. Penny thrashed in a fit of misery and anguish which sent a rush of powerful satisfaction through Gil causing him to explode. 

The condom contained his sperm and he carefully removed and placed it in his jacket pocket. He knew a little about DNA samples and was careful with everything. He looked down at the sobbing woman with disgust. "She really wanted it," he thought to himself as he prepared to leave. 

He looked around the room for her purse and found it on a black mirrored dresser. He tossed the contents of the purse onto the floor and dove for the wallet. Finding only $40 annoyed him a little but that wasn't what he really came for. He saw jewelry and electronic equipment but didn't want to take chances trying to pawn anything. 

Gil quickly removed the cuffs and ties he had brought and replaced them with stockings and sheets that were already in her house. This was done to keep the pitiful woman from screaming or leaving and to make sure he left nothing that could be traced back to him. Looking at her gagged and bound body made him feel dominant. For a minute he studied her as if critiquing artwork. He seemed contented that he had made someone surrender to him. Then, just as quietly and quickly as he entered the house, he left. The woman lay naked, sobbing and bound on the bed. 

Her boyfriend found her hours later. Somewhere in his mind he believed his girlfriend had not really been a victim at all but just had a kinky date that went bad. He persuaded her not to report the incident telling her it would only bring shame on them both and that the perpetrator would never be caught anyway. He offered no emotional support. Weeks later, he broke off the relationship altogether.

On the way back home, Gil made a point to drop the used condom in a service station trashcan. Purchasing gas, cleaning his car windows and emptying out trash from his car made disposing of the condom unnoticeable. He drove the twenty miles back as crunk music blared from the car speakers. Though he usually did not listen to that type of music, he wanted to drown out the mental images of what he'd just done. Hearing the youngsters spout profanities that degraded women was just the thing he needed to ease any guilt he might have had.

Once home, with a full belly and having sufficiently entertained himself, Gil finally got up from the computer game and went to bed. He lay right next to his wife. He didn't shower or even change clothes. He just went to sleep feeling vindicated. "Good for them all," he thought. He had made Sonya pay for rejecting him all those years. He made that jabber-mouth girl, Penny, pay for flirting with him knowing she would have rejected him if he had pursued her. They both got what they deserved. "I just did what I had to do," he told himself.

The next day Sonya was up and preparing for work. She noticed Gil was still in bed and thought to wake him but changed her mind. She was tired of pulling him. She knew the household badly needed the money, but she just couldn't beg him to grow up any more. Trying to encourage, beg and force him proved fruitless and had zapped her energy over the years. Plus, it usually did nothing more than add fuel to a smoldering fire. If he got canned, so be it, she decided. Sonya was sick of companies allowing Gil to get away with lateness and absences. They were really to blame, at least in part, for his laziness and irresponsibility. If they were just to enforce their own "no call, no show, no job" rule, he would quit thinking he could get away with doing whatever he wanted. If she was an enabler in the home relationship by not leaving him, as TV talk show hosts often said of women in marriages like hers, the companies who employed Gil were the enablers in the work world by not firing him.

Seeing Gil in bed when he should have already been at work brought up Sonya's fears and doubts about the whole relationship. That made it more difficult for her to get moving. As she started out the door, the phone rang. She figured it would be Gil's job calling. She just let the answering machine pick up as she listened. "Hi, Gil. This is Julie. Where are you? Give me a call, okay, Hon", slurred the high-pitched voice as his supervisor begged a grown man to come to work. 

"That's just great," Sonya mumbled. "I've got to kiss tail just to hold on to my little piece of a low-paying job and had better not be late and he's got his boss calling him when he's late time after time." She drug herself out of the house and into the car. As she sat there waiting for the engine to warm, she wondered again what would happen to her if she just drove right past her crummy, thankless job and into another city... maybe even another state and tried to make a new start. Could she make it alone? Looking into the rearview mirror, she saw an aging woman staring back at her. She seemed to be saying, "Who are you kidding? This world will eat you alive ...will swallow you whole... Don't rock the boat or you just might drown." Sonya felt herself sinking just a little bit deeper as she moved the car in reverse out of the parking space and headed to work.

Gil began to stir around noon. He checked the answering machine. Hearing his supervisor's pleading voice made him feel important. "They just can't do anything without me," he smirked. He didn't bother to return her call. He just casually showered, dressed, ate, played a quick computer game then left the house for work. He heard the crunk music playing on the car radio and wondered how the radio got to that "kiddy station" as he sometimes called it. He didn't care too much for pop music and promptly changed the station to the one that played a variety of oldies. Just for a moment his thoughts flashed back to Penny. He reasoned, "I really did her a favor. She wanted some company and I gave it to her. Maybe she won't talk so much now. Besides, I gave her a real master's degree and her education only cost $40—and a little pain!" Gil smiled at himself with sheer pride then laughed aloud.

The next two weeks went without incident. Sonya continued to mull over her feelings of wanting to leave Gil and he continued doing just about whatever he wanted. But he was becoming increasingly restless and edgy. He didn't really know what was wrong so he started complaining about his job being boring, his back and legs hurting, not having enough variety in the meals his wife prepared, the house not being as clean as he'd like it, not having "a real marriage", wanting land and a pet and anything else he could gripe about. He really wanted an argument.

With no warning, he started kissing Sonya with full, open-mouthed wet kisses as she reclined on the sofa one day. He tasted like stale pretzels and smelled like month-old garlic bread. His fat, callous-laden hands roughly groped her breasts. The course rubbing of his prickly beard against her soft brown skin sent chalk-board scratching irritations through her. Sonya wanted to grind her fingernails into Gil's flesh. She had come to hate his touch. Luckily Gil was bored after a couple minutes. He broke the embrace and walked out of the apartment without a word. 

Sonya clutched herself in comfort. She refused to shed any tears though she desperately wanted to cry. "Take this would-be watery pain", she instructed herself, "and let it be as ice. Frozen water doesn't drip and can't be penetrated. You've got to toughen up or this pig will destroy you." Sonya then mustered enough strength to shower and lie down in bed. She was glad she didn't have to go anywhere for the next three days. She just wanted to be alone.

Gil didn't want to be alone. He was on the prowl as he drove around aimlessly. What he wanted was to see a woman suffer the way he felt they caused him to go through so much. He drove about fifty miles toward a larger town and wound up at a topless girly bar. 




Part-Time Job



The place was dimly lit and smoky. He sat at a small table and looked at the shapely girls on stage. Soon a waitress approached him and he ordered a straight Scotch. After two more, his inhibitions were loosened enough for him to request a private lap performance from one of the dancers. He gave her a $25 tip in addition to the regular $25 cost of the five-minute dance.

Gil asked the pretty golden dark girl what time she'd be off work. "I've got about thirty more minutes before I'm done. Why?," she asked hoping to get more money from this old man who must have been loaded or had just been paid and wanted to blow some cash. 

"Meet me out in the parking lot. I'll take you to breakfast," Gil said in nonchalantly.

"Sure thing," the young girl of about 20 said. "But just breakfast now," she warned, "Nothing physical, okay?"

"Whatever you say, pretty lady," Gil lied just wanting to close the deal. 

She usually got a ride home with one of the other dancers, but after Gil's promising invitation, the girl had informed her friend she had another way home. This was common practice for the girls. Although they had been warned to be careful about seeing customers outside of the club, many did anyway. That how they made most of their money. Some even managed to luck up and snag a steady boyfriends or a sugar daddy.

They met in the parking lot. The girl, Karen, was eager to get a free meal and make a little more money, especially since she was thinking she wouldn't have to do much more than talk to the hefty man or maybe dance for him again.

He drove them to a nearby greasy spoon all-night diner where she ordered a steak and eggs, a side salad and a large glass of orange juice. Gil just ordered a Danish and a cup of coffee. His appetite at that moment was not really for food but he wanted to play the game. Being seen in public together would make what he had planned for the girl look more consensual.

"Stupid, greedy bitch," Gil thought as he watched her gnaw away at the tough steak. "That's how they are. They all want something for nothing. Sure she has a nice-looking body and her face is cute too, but that doesn't make her anything special. She's just like the rest. She needs to be beaten down."

Karen had no way of knowing what Gil was thinking by the expression of sheer delight on his face. She thought he was just so happy to be seen with such a pretty woman as herself. "I'm gonna' get as much out of this hound dog as I can tonight. Just look at him going crazy with desire for me," she thought.

When he asked her if she wanted anything else, she just knew she had him eating out of the palm of her hands. "I think I'll have a lemon meringue pie to go - if you don't mind," she said. 

"Waitress," Gil called with authority. "My lady will have a lemon pie to go. No, make it two. I've got to fatten her up a little." This made Karen blush. She was happy to hear the old guy make reference to her thinness as she had struggled to keep her petite figure. Further, this convinced her she had a "live one"—a perfect sucker because he freely spent money on her. She thought she might keep him around. A few of the other dancers at the club had men who cared for them and all testified how much easier life was having someone "keep" them.

Gil kept up appearances and tipped the waitress 100 percent. He knew that would make her remember their visit and, if ever asked, she would only have nice things to say about him.

Once in the car, Gil continued the mind game with the girl. He was pretending to stick strictly to his word of "just breakfast." "So where do you live? We'd better get you home before your folks become worried about you."

Just as he suspected, she had no one at home. "Oh, we don't have to worry about that. I live alone. We don't have to go there right away," she hinted at extending the early morning together.

Acting as if he took the bait, he said, "So what would you like to do?"

"I've had such a good time with you. Maybe we could just get a room and hang out. I don't know your schedule, but I don't have to go back to work until Monday," Karen said persuasively. 

"Cool, we'll get a room and just hang out then," Gil happily agreed. 

He drove to a secluded and tiny flea-bag motel and got a room for three days using his real name. It was just past 2AM. Gil wasn't sure how long he'd stay but wanted no interruptions and made sure to tell the clerk he did not want to be disturbed. He had the naive girl just where he wanted her and he was going to make her pay for her vanity, greed and gullibility.

Once inside the room, Gil placed the "Do Not Disturb" marker up which showed on the outside of the door then Gil, the potential sugar daddy, became Gil, the gorilla. He turned on the TV and increased the volume so there would be sounds over any noises they would make. He instructed Karen to go into the bathroom to freshen up while he stepped outside to get some things from the car. 

While she was in the restroom, Gil removed the motel's linen, placed a large tarp over the bed and waited for Karen to come out. As soon as she entered the room, Gil grabbed the frail female by the hair and slung her onto the now plastic covered bed. She was stunned and was about to scream when he lunged on top of her and put a simple pocket knife to her throat. He had picked it up, and a few other things, from out of his car's tool box. "If you so much as make a sound I'll shred your pretty little face up so bad you won't ever be able to show it in public," Gil enunciated each syllable bitterly through gritted teeth.

Knowing that her face and body was how she earned her living, Karen remained silent. He stuffed an oil rag in her mouth and duck taped it. He tied her hands to the bed with a piece of rope he had brought in. Removing her clothes was easy since she was half-dressed. "Slut!", he said scornfully as he spread her legs wide and propped them over his shoulders. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's up to you but we're gonna' do it." 

He chuckled as he continued speaking, "And we're gonna' do it A-L-L-L D-A-A-AY L-O-O-Ong."

There was total terror in the girl's eyes. This thrilled Gil to no end. He wanted respect from her—something he felt he didn't get from Sonya. He wanted to wipe that cunning "I'm too sexy for you" grin off this girls' face and see fear, which to him was reverence. 

Using no condom, Gil brutalized and humiliated the young woman over the next 16 hours. He did everything he could think to do to her. He had plain vaginal sex. He had anal sex. He tied, pinched and bit her breasts and nipples. He stuffed objects into her orifices. He urinated and defecated on her and refused to allow her to go to the bathroom. For him, it was pure unrestrained and sadistic pleasure; degradation and humiliation to the fullest.

When he became sleepy, he laid down on the motel's bedspread and pillows which he had thrown on the floor and had the most peaceful sleep he'd known in weeks. He kept Karen tied on the filthy tarp-covered bed. The room smelled foul from urine, feces, and sex, but that's the way he wanted it. He felt foul. Life was foul. So why shouldn't one dinky motel room smell like the funk of life.

When he awoke, he went out for food and drink for himself. He also bought a disposable douche bottle, a disposable enema kit and some cleaning supplies. He brought everything back to the room and ate in front of Karen keeping her tied and gagged. Her once alluring face now looked like the steak she'd devoured at the diner. 

Thinking about it made him laugh aloud and taunt her, "You thought you were so smart then, didn't you? You were planning on pimping me; and now look." 

"And you know what the best part is?", he snickered, "You can't do a damn thing about it, BITCH! You can't tell because people saw us leave the club together, eat together and check in here together. To everyone, we're a couple." 

He got right into her pain-contorted face, "If ever confronted, this is just some sex game you willingly play with your many, many boyfriends. Even if you tried to report me, aside from the fact that a lot of people saw us as a consenting couple, you're just a nasty stripper. No one would believe you or care even if they did believe you. No one cares about you, little whore dog!"

The broken young woman just closed her eyes in despair and fatigue. She knew he was probably right. She'd seen enough of American "justice" to know that those considered undesirable (strippers, pimps, whores and poor folks in general) never got a fair shake in the system. All she could do was take whatever her captor dished out and hopefully learn from it. 

The hours seemed to trickle by as she lay in human waste. She didn't know when her captor would let her go but she was sure she wouldn't tell anyone whenever he did. At one point, she figured he might kill her but reasoned he wouldn't have gone through so much trouble to show people they were together as a couple if he had plans on taking her life. But hadn't he, in so many ways, done just that? What kind of life would there be for her now? She thought about moving to a different state and starting over. She thought about getting a new identity altogether and maybe taking some low paying secretarial or cashier's job. She thought about suicide. She thought about murder. She thought and thought and thought as she waited for this stranger, whom she had allowed to completely change her life and keep her bound in filth, to release her. She didn't want to be a "kept" woman anymore. Now, she wanted to make her own decisions and change her life for the better though, at the moment, she didn't know how.

After a while Gil tired of the girl. He had used and abused her enough for his pleasure and the sight and smell of her was starting to annoy him. 

He now had work to do to get the room back into proper order. He untied the weak, smelly girl and wrapped her in the tarp like a big rug but making sure no urine or excrement spilled onto the bed or floor. He drug the bundle into the motel shower and spent the next two hours soaping and saturating every part of both the tarp and the girl.

He spread her legs and fisted her vagina with a wash cloth in his hands. He used the douche and enema on her that he bought earlier. He made every effort to clean away traces of himself from her body. Though he felt certain she wouldn't tell anyone, he took a few precautions anyway. Karen felt too drained and hopeless to do anything but let him manipulate her body as he scrubbed it angrily. 

He dressed her in the same skimpy outfit she had come there in. When she started to look a little better, Gil felt a twinge of compassion for her and asked if she wanted something to eat. She just hung her head downward. After what she'd been through over the past day, she didn't think she could hold any food.

Once the room looked and smelled much the way they found it, Gil packed the car. He turned in the key and thanked the clerk. He told the fifty-something year-old woman he and his lady-friend were checking out early and that they enjoyed the stay. He told her to keep any money he might be refunded as a tip. That left a profound impression on her. The motel clerk could hardly wait for him to leave so she could check out the room to see what damages he may have caused. She was pleasantly surprised to find the room seemed to be cleaner than before the couple arrived. 

Kissing Karen's lifeless hand as if they were a loving couple, Gil smiled and drove to a nearby fast food chain. He insisted that they go inside together and eat. Because of Karen's revealing attire, a few people stared at them. Gil put his arms around the woman in a protective, "Back-off-my-woman!" sort of way. Karen felt dead inside. She was just going through the motions as she tried to nibble on the burger and fires. She thought she'd surely regurgitate whatever had she managed to swallow. 

Gil didn't make her eat much. The trip was mainly for show and Karen knew it. She understood perfectly well that this psycho was just shielding himself in case she did report him. What she didn't know at that time was that she was footing the bill for everything. He had taken her club earnings from her purse to pay for the breakfast at the diner and the two slices of pie, the hotel room, the douche, the enema, the cleaning supplies, the lunch he ate right in front of her while she was tied up and the meal he insisted she eat after the long torturous event. He kept the rest as a fee for the lesson he was teaching her. 

After dropping Karen off at her apartment, Gil counted his money to discover that he had "earned" over 200 tax-free dollars from his exciting new part-time job. From then on, he was always looking for new "contracts". He was careful to pick the easy targets—the needy and fearful women and those who felt they had more to lose by telling than by keeping quiet. He preyed on those who had more cash than courage and more cravings than common sense. Because females who were like that were in abundance, Gil found a new way to entertain himself and satisfy his urges. He worked his full-time job whenever he wanted but was never broke and always found "clients" for his perfect part-time job.

THE END



Part Time Job



At age 34, I suppose you could say my life had become fairly uninteresting. There's no reason it really should have, but still I don't apologize for what happened. Even with all the trouble it caused, it has still been the most exciting time of my adult life. I am a small, petite woman, redheaded and pale skinned. I wouldn't call myself a knockout, but I never considered myself undesirable. I'm not fat, even after the kids (though after my girl was born, my tits did swell a bit and so did my hips.)

The term 'milf' brings to mind images of made up older women in heels, still trying to sport skimpy cocktail dresses, with fake breasts. That isn't me at all. I dress in t-shirts and jeans much of the time. I don't wear cocktail dresses, I don't go out with bawdy friends on Saturday night. Until I started this part time job to pay some bills, I was a fairly introverted stay-at-home mom. My husband Tommy is an IT professional who works in various facilities around the state, meaning that he often goes out of town. He makes good money.

I'd gotten married to my first husband, Ron, quite young. We'd produced two wonderful children, who are now in their teens, a boy and a girl. But, soon enough, we both realized that we'd started out because of pressures from our families to get married and didn't really love each other. He cheated on me more than once. The third time was the last straw. I remember that I wasn't even all that angry about it. When he told me, I knew he wanted out and so did I. We had an amicable divorce and during that period was when I met Tommy.

Tommy and I married for love a year later. It was really my first time being in love. We did all the silly things you do. He romanced me and was good to my kids. We went out on dates and eventually he moved in. Having no children of his own, Tommy told me from the start that he'd like to try someday, but he wasn't pushy. I was reluctant, but told him I would consider it. My sex life with Tommy was quite good at times and pedestrian at others. That's life, I figured. It can't be good all the time. It was usually best when he came home horny from a long road trip. I had no major complaints. Tommy was a good lover and still is. I guess that's part of why I was so unprepared for what happened to me...

Tommy and I had overspent on Christmas one year and ironically, he got a raise that brought us into a new tax bracket. So, suddenly, we owed the government more money, too. He also broke his arm during a drunken basketball game with his friends. He tried to dunk and came down awkwardly. I felt bad for him and took good care of him after that, but the medical bills were still a mess, even with our health plan. To solve the problem, I volunteered to take the part time job for a while, just until the bills were paid off. Tommy told me it wasn't necessary and seemed to feel a bit inadequate over it all, but I told him that was nonsense. It was just a bump in the road and it wasn't his fault. After his arm had healed, I started looking around our small town for something part time. He started looking for a better health plan.

I found a decent paying job at a hotel. Just manning the desk, checking people in and out. The hotel was a major chain (won't say which one) and our town's franchise was even owned by a family I knew, so I applied. The proprietors were a couple; Sean and Jillian. I knew both of them, Jillian from high school. She graduated a few years after I did, but I had been friends with her sister and we hung out all the time until we became adults. Sean was older, in his mid forties. I didn't even really have to take an interview. I just showed up one morning and told them what was going on. They hired me and I started the next day. That's how things work in a small town.

Sean and Jillian look like the model couple. Sean is very handsome, in great shape. Jillian is a pretty blonde with a great figure, even after four kids. I had seen them working out and running together on a path that wound around the back lawn of the hotel. They did this most mornings, I later found out. The morning I started work, Jillian was there to show me the ropes. Within the first ten minutes, I knew it would be pretty easy money. Jillian was kind and patient. We laughed a lot. I told her about my situation and Tommy's broken arm, all the rest. She was sympathetic and gave me three day shifts a week, which was just about perfect.

On my second shift, I worked on my own, but Sean and Jillian came in to check on me after their workout. Jillian helped me through the checkout rush and made sure I was comfortable with running the breakfast that was set out for guests every morning. I told her it was no problem. And within a couple of weeks, I was totally settled in.

It wasn't long before Jillian started praising my work. She told me that she and Sean were really comfortable having me there. Normally, they had some college kid doing it, or they did it themselves. Neither was ideal. She asked if I could take a few more hours, but I declined for the time being.

Then, it started. Looking back now, I realize this was the beginning, even though it seemed sort of innocent at first. One morning, Sean and Jillian came in from their workout. I had noted often how good looking Sean was, but I never paid much attention. But that morning, he looked particularly good in his track pants and t-shirt. I don't know why I started to notice, exactly. I went back in the office at one point and found them making out. Jillian was practically crawling all over him and he had his hand under her shirt. I stopped, closed the office door and apologized profusely.

Turning in surprise, Jillian just laughed. "Oh, it's all right, Jen. Sean was just getting amorous."

"Well, don't let me get in the way," I yelled back as I left. "You two have fun."

After that, they both came out, smiling. I noticed Sean walked out of the lobby, toward the guest rooms on the first floor. Jillian sidled up next to me as I stood at the counter. She was giggling.

"Sorry about that. Sean's been a lot hornier than usual lately. I mean, he's always super horny, but we're trying for number five."

I smiled brightly, "Oh, that's great! Well, good luck, I guess. Five kids, wow. I can barely handle two."

"You should think about one more," she said. "Doesn't Tommy want children?"

"I think so, yeah. And I might be amenable. Just taking it slow. I still have time."

"True," she said, then her voice lowered conspiratorially. "So, we don't usually do this, but we're gonna go into room 110 for while. He got me pretty hot back there. Is that okay?"

I laughed. "Naughty, aren't we? But, sure. No problem. I'll mark it occupied until you give me the word."

"Thank, Jen."

I watched her scurry off to be with her husband, thinking little about it after that. They passed through on their way out about an hour later and Jillian winked at me, but that was it.

They started doing this regularly. Or at least, most days that I was on shift. I guess they just got horny after their daily workout and so it seemed pretty natural. They would go in the same room every time. I would have the housekeeping staff clean up after them when they left. They owned the place, so it wasn't like they were doing anything all that illicit.

One morning, out of curiosity, I walked by the room and heard them through the door. Jillian was extremely excited, I could tell. I listened, standing there like a voyeur, while she came. Loud. At one point, she hollered, "Fuck me with your huge cock, Daddy, I need it!"

That same day, Jillian went off to run errands, but Sean stayed behind and went for a swim in the indoor pool. And I had to do it. I snuck a peek at him through the glass doors that led to the pool. Sheesh, he had a good body. Well muscled, a six pack, large biceps. I hadn't paid much attention until that day. I watched him swim for a few minutes as the water glistened on his muscles, then hurried back to my post and looked busy.

He came out not too long afterward, shirtless, with a towel around his waist. He still had his trunks on, but his shirt was over his shoulder. He smirked at me as he walked by and said, "Just getting some clothes I've got stashed in the office."

I smiled, maybe a bit nervously. "Sure."

And, of course, he paused before he went in. The hotel was dead. The morning checkout rush was over. He said, "So, did you want to learn that new security software we installed last week? I've got some time, I can show it to you now."

"Okay," I nodded. "Seems like a good time."

He went to the computer and started pulling up windows. I stood back...and all I could do was stare at his freshly dried, muscular back. Stop it, I told myself. But, I kept doing it...even though I had my first inkling that he was doing this on purpose. Why would a guy parade around shirtless in a place of business unless he wanted to show off?

"Here," he said. "Take a look."

I moved up and stood next to him. I don't remember one damn thing he was saying. All I can remember was how good he looked without his shirt on. He had great shoulders. He took good care of his body and I found this very sexy. As we went through the ins and outs of the security program, he moved steadily closer, until he was right up against me. He smelled like the pool. And I knew he deliberately stood closer than necessary. Fuck, what is happening? I thought. At one point, his hips bumped up against my fleshy butt, he was so close...and I felt the bulge there for the first time. Fuck...

Finally, he walked away, but I was affected for a while. I had to fight hard not to show it. He left the hotel not long afterward and I went home for the day.

Tommy got home early that afternoon and I practically pounced on the man. Before the kids got home from school, we went to bed and made love. I didn't always have an orgasm with Tommy, but that day I did while I rode his cock. It was pretty great. After, I lay with Tommy in the afterglow and he laughed.

"Wow, what got into you? I haven't seen you like that in a long time."

I smiled. "Yeah, I don't know. I just wanted you today. You're not complaining are you?"

"No way, beautiful," he said, pecking me on the lips. "Whatever got you all excited, do more of it."

If he only knew.

We went at it that night, too. When he came to bed, I reached over and peeled down his underwear. My hand massaged my husband's cock and he got hard. We had a great fuck, with him on top this time. I didn't come, but I was close. I got myself off with my hand after he had ejaculated inside my pussy. I used Tommy's come for lubricant and he watched. Then, he fell asleep. I lay awake for a while, thinking about what an awful wife I was. The entire time, both times, I had been thinking about Sean.

And then a few days later, it all went to hell.

Sean and Jillian were doing it every morning. 9 AM workout. Then, right after, they'd go to room 110 and fuck. I started listening at the door regularly. Jillian had at least one strong sounding orgasm every fucking time. Usually more. Once, Esmerelda, the middle aged housekeeper caught me listening and smiled knowingly at me while I tried to act natural and walk away. Apparently, she knew all about it and said something under her breath in Spanish as she went the opposite direction down the long hallway.

Jillian would leave the hotel and Sean would go for a swim, then come through the lobby to get his clothes, always shirtless. And every time he did it, I would feel myself moisten. My eyes wandered and I know he caught me looking more than once.

I know this, because of what happened one Friday morning. After the usual routine, Jillian said goodbye to me and left the hotel. She and her husband had just spent an hour fucking like crazy in room 110. After the thing with Esmerelda, I had stopped listening at the door. But, Sean did his usual thing, walking through the lobby shirtless. He went into the office, winking at me as he passed.

About a minute later, the hotel desk extension rang. It was Sean, calling from the office. He had never done this before, but I picked it up and said, "Um, hello?"

"Hi, Jen," he said in his deep voice. "Hey, could you come back here for a minute?"

"S-sure," I replied, then hung up the phone. The office door was two feet away. What could he need that he couldn't walk out to tell me?

I opened it and immediately gasped and started to back out. He was standing with his back to me, completely naked. When he heard me, he just half-turned and smirked. "Don't worry. Come in and close the door."

"I...what?"

"Come in," he insisted. "And close the door."

I did as he asked, mind racing. The door shut behind me. The thought jammed through my brain...I was a happily married woman in a small room with my naked, married boss, staring at his amazing ass. And he did have an amazing ass. It's not hyperbole. At all. It was like something off a beefcake calendar. How did this happen?

He folded a shirt, all casual like nothing was happening, then set it on a shelf. He turned and said, "Come here."

I felt my body lurch forward, "Uhm...are you...?"

"Just relax," he said. When I got close, he pulled me forward and kissed me. I held back at first and he pulled back. His hands started roaming over me and I gasped. Then, I looked down.

He had the biggest, thickest cock I'd ever seen and it was hardening before my eyes. I mean, I'd never heard of a man this big, it was huge and thick and fucking gorgeous. He unbuttoned the pants I was wearing and I whimpered softly, "What...please..."

"I'm gonna fuck you, Jen," he said, peeling off my clothes. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. I need to get off."

Need to get off? I thought. I knew he'd just gotten through nailing his wife.

"But...Jillian..."

"...doesn't need to know," he interrupted. "Don't you dare say anything, understand?"

I didn't answer. He pulled up my t-shirt and tossed it aside, then went for my neck with soft, warm kisses. It felt heavenly...and naughty...and good. There was no one manning the front desk...Sean pushed my shoulders downward and I was suddenly confronted with his huge, semi-hard cock, inches from my lips. Even in this half-erect state, it was bigger than Tommy's ever could have been even at it's hardest. It was literally double the size. I felt a slight pang of sympathy for Tommy as I started gingerly licking the tip of Sean's beautiful member. It didn't seem fair that some men were equipped this way and others weren't. But it didn't matter. I was mesmerized and couldn't stop myself.

"Suck it," Sean demanded. "Get it hard."

I nodded, now half naked on my knees and took the head into my mouth. I had to work at it to get the right motion because of his size. Fuck, it was big...and wonderful. And in the end, I could only take maybe half before I felt myself begin to gag. I was still stunned and I knew I was doing a terrible job of pleasuring this man. But, I tried. I licked the head and touched the rim with the tips of my fingers. I couldn't believe I was doing it. I was cheating. This had never happened to me, even when I was dating as a young woman. No man had ever just grabbed me like this. I fucking loved it.

He groaned his approval a few times and pretty soon his massive pole was fully erect. I saw the full glory of it for the first time and it made me weak in the knees.

He pulled me to my feet, roughly, and started removing the rest of my clothes. In my lust, I was eager to help him do this. I was soon completely naked, like him, and I inwardly marveled at the fact that I was technically getting paid for this. He placed his palm on my pussy and I soak his hand. He smiled, licked his fingers and turned me around, bending me over a table. I felt the huge head poise itself at my entrance. He teased me with it for a moment and I moaned. Then, he slid it in, slowly until I was full. So fucking full. I made a noise I'd never made before in my life.

I knew I'd never be the same after that. While Sean mercilessly subjugated my body with his big cock, I realized that an entirely new world had revealed itself. My pussy opened for him and I took it...all of it. He was slow at first, then started really giving it to me. I made slightly choked, surprised sounds, rather than moans. My body must have looked small next to his. He is six three, I'm five one. He was very tan, I was pale. He manhandled me, it's the only way to describe what he did. It was something like rape, only I was completely willing. I realized that after this, Tommy would never be a completely adequate lover for me again. Then, I didn't think about Tommy or Jillian anymore. I just got fucked. Well. After my pussy got used to feeling so full, I started to come. He forced my head down onto some folders on the table.

"Quiet..." he said. "I don't want anyone hearing you."

I nodded to him that I understood and quieted myself. It wasn't easy. It felt so fucking good. This was what sex was supposed to be. When you're a woman, getting properly fucked by a man, you're never quite the same afterward. I felt like I suddenly understood so many things about sex that were a mystery to me before. Why some women always talked about men with big cocks with such admiration. How it is when a man is a great lover. I understood why Sean seemed so cocky and arrogant with me...because he knew that when I let go, I would be his without argument. I felt a certain sexual joy under Sean's attention that I never knew existed with Tommy.

"I'm...coming..." I whimpered softly. He gave me my own t-shirt to shove into my mouth. I moaned into it and my pussy exploded with pleasure. The rest of me came along shortly. My thighs quivered...then my feet and legs trembled while the waves of euphoria went through my body.

But, Sean clearly wasn't interested in what I felt, at least not at that moment. He didn't pause at all for me to come down. He just kept fucking me, pleasuring himself, using my body. It went on for what felt like a very long time. But, I fucking loved every second of it. I was sprawled over the table and, because I'm short, the force of his thrusts started lifting me off the ground so my feet were dangling. He grabbed my hips and rammed me harder. I cried out once when he did that and he slapped my ass hard with his open hand. "Shut up. Take it and be quiet." I nodded again.

Finally, he turned me over and I sat up on the table. He had to lean up on his toes to get inside me. I watched that fucking incredible, giant pole sink into my drenched cunt without resistance. Fucking beautiful. He forced his hand over my mouth and my loud moans were muffled. I spread my legs apart to take him, my feet flat on the tabletop, but lifting my ass and rocking it back and forth. Fucking hot. He got a very steady motion going again and I felt my body react. Another orgasm began. I hadn't come twice in the same fuck session in years. He released his hand from my mouth and my hips pushed back and forth to meet his thrusts.

"Coming...again..." I whimpered meekly, practically weeping at this point.

"Me too," he announced.

While my own orgasm started to wash over me, his began and he pulled out. My pussy felt like it had just been cruelly abandoned. I didn't quite get there, but he certainly did. He groaned and started spraying hot jism all over my front, aiming for my breasts. I achieved a small release and I fell back onto the table.

After he finished shooting all over my bare skin, he sighed, gave my inner thigh a little peck and bent down to collect my clothes and a hotel towel, which he tossed on top of me. He started getting dressed while I took a moment to collect myself. He left without another word. When I got back out to the lobby, having cleaned up, he was gone.




Part Time Job



I went home after my shift was over. Tommy came home at the usual time and I knew I was being unusually amorous right away. It must have been the guilt at what I'd done. When the kids came home, I made dinner and slowly the evening progressed as if nothing had happened. But, it had happened and I couldn't stop thinking about how good it had been. That's how it is when you get fucked right. You think about it all day long. I took my usual evening shower, touched myself until I got off and put on my pajama bottoms and a wife-beater. I passed Tommy in the kitchen. Though the kids were still up and moving around in the house at 9 o'clock, I walked up to Tommy and kissed his lips.

"Come up to bed," I said invitingly.

He smiled and followed me up the stairs. When we got to the bedroom, I got on my knees, pulled down his pants and took his cock in my mouth. It was a concession fuck and I knew it. I had to make it up to Tommy for fucking my boss earlier that day. Tommy didn't complain...but it only made things worse for me. The idea of engaging in two different sex acts with two different men in the same day was an intoxicating thrill. Even if one of them was distinctly superior to the other.

I took off my clothes and Tommy moved me to the bed and fucked me. It felt good and I got really into it, but again I failed to come with him. His cock, I had to admit, seemed small after my encounter with Sean and I knew I would have to fake it with Tommy most of the time from now on. I was perfectly willing, I found. We had been using the withdrawal method for months at that point and he finally came on my small belly.

After he fucked me, I lay in bed, naked with my husband, feeling like I never wanted to wear clothes again. What an incredible day.

Tommy turned off the lights and said, "You think this a hormonal thing? Like, your sexual peak or something?"

"Huh?" I replied, surprised. "Oh, I don't know, hon. I've just...wanted it more often lately. Is that bad?"

He laid down and I snuggled beside him, sighing in contentment.

"Hell no," he said. "I just wondered, that's all."

"Good," I said, beginning to feel sleepy. I lay my head on his chest and closed my eyes.

I didn't see Sean again that weekend. The following Monday, Tommy left town for five days. At work, neither Sean nor Jillian appeared. I spent the afternoon doing yard work after I came home. It was summer and my kids, being middle school aged, were running in and out, back and forth. In the evening, they both requested sleepovers at their friends' houses and I obliged by driving them around town with sleeping bags. I went home to get ready for bed, alone.

Around 10, I got a text from Sean, out of the blue. It just said, "Coming over."

I nearly dropped my cell phone in the sink as I was brushing my teeth. I scrambled to text back, but should I even try? What if Jillian saw that I was texting her husband? Again, we lived in a small town and I didn't want people seeing his car out in front of my house either. I texted back, "PARK SAFE, USE SIDE DOOR" hoping he would get the message.

I looked in the mirror and messed with my hair, deciding to leave it down. I was incredibly excited, but I still wasn't sure what was happening. Maybe Jillian found out already...oh god...

Our house had once been divided into apartments, one upstairs and one down. Tommy and I had bought the whole house, but an old set of outdoor stairs led to the upper floor, where my bedroom was located. There was a door halfway up.

I went upstairs and thankfully, Sean didn't come to the front door, he'd gotten my text. I let him in at the stairs, a bit confused about why he was here. I was wearing just a pajama halter with no bra and some pajama pants. Nothing else and I knew this outfit practically screamed that I wanted to get fucked. The halter was dark translucent blue and if the light was right, you could see my breasts.

Sean was just in jeans and a t-shirt, looking hot like always. He smelled fantastic and I wanted him immediately.

Still, I had to ask, "Um, hi. What's going on?"

He moved inside and shut the door behind him. He said nothing at first, and pulled me to him. He started kissing me without a word and I hungrily pushed my tongue into his mouth and moaned. My hands fell around his neck and his immediately grabbed my breasts. He backed me up, completely unconcerned about all Tommy's stuff laying around. Or the family pictures or wedding photos or anything else.

We got near the bed and he pulled back, saying, "What's going on? I'm fucking you, that's what's going on."

I breathed out of breath, panting while I threw off my top and he undid his belt. I was salivating for his big cock already. "What...what about Jillian?" I managed to say.

He took off his own shirt and I saw his muscled chest again and wanted to faint. He never answered the question. He just proceeded to fuck my brains out in the bed I shared with my husband. It was amazing, I had never in my life been fucked that well. He just took me and my body reacted to him like no other man I'd ever met. We did it in every position, starting with him behind me. That position proved uncomfortable for me because of his huge size, so we switched to me on top. My tits bounced while I rode him and I came right away. He turned me over, pushed my thighs apart and speared my delicate little cunt in missionary. This was my favorite position with Sean. I felt so fucking full, like a woman should feel when getting fucked. I made so much noise....I came, I'm not sure how many times. That first fuck felt like one continuous orgasm. I scissored my legs outward and pointed my toes while Sean drove all thought of any other man, including my husband, out of my mind. I didn't even think about consequences, even when Sean announced he was about to come.

"Yes...come, baby, come..."

"I'm coming in your pussy," he told me. It was not a request.

"Yes, yes!"

I wasn't on the pill and hadn't been for months. As I said, Tommy and I used withdrawal. At that moment, I did not give one single fuck in the world.

I came on Sean's huge pole. It was so fucking big and hard and magnificent. He went over the edge while I had hold of his hips, ramming him into me. He cried out, "Fuck, yes! I'm coming in your fucking hot cunt!"

He sprayed my insides with what felt like a pint of his glorious seed while I writhed beneath him. There was so much. I felt it overflow in my pussy and trickle down to my ass. It was wonderful.

"You fuck me so good, baby..." I whispered to him as he finished. He pulled out and shook droplets of jizz from the tip of his cock on my trimmed bush, then pushed the tip back in to prolong the pleasure. I moaned softly while his cock moved in and out of me, softening. It still felt much bigger than Tommy's, even while receding.

He lay back onto the bed and I curled up next to him and played with his soft cock. My fingertips dragged gently over his balls, which were also over sized. I licked his right nipple and kissed his neck and threw one leg over his. It was total bliss and even though I knew the risk of pregnancy was high, I welcomed it. In fact, I started to just get used to the idea that Sean would eventually impregnate me if this kept up. And it definitely would, if I had anything to say about it. I know it makes me a terrible wife, but it's the truth.

He took all of an hour to get hard again. I lavished his gorgeous pole with affection, licking, sucking, touching. The second time we did it was like a repeat of the first. He turned me every which way, but finished with me on my back, making me shout out with pleasure over and over. The house was empty, so I just let loose, getting as loud as the situation warranted. He drained his come into my pussy while I reached beneath us to touch his balls. I was amazed at the sheer volume he pumped inside me.

We took a shower later and washed each other. I lovingly, carefully washed his back, his front, his cock, his legs. He tried to fuck me in the shower, and it felt good, but the position was difficult because he'd already come twice and couldn't get fully hard standing up. So, we moved back to the bedroom and he entered me half hard. We moved slowly, both still wet from the shower. We went on like that for a long time, until he finally got hard one more time, fucked me good and hard, then came in my cunt.

After that, I fell asleep like a rock and woke up alone.

The next night, he texted me again. "C.O." it said. The kids were home, though, so I texted back "quiet, side door unlocked." I had a good amount of privacy upstairs, in my lair without Tommy at home. The walls were thick and well insulated. I lay in bed naked for almost two hours waiting for him. I played with myself the whole time. He finally walked in the door around midnight and found me there, churning for him, playing with my wet pussy. He just smiled and stripped...then gave me an incredible fuck. I let him take me in the position he liked, with my legs splayed out. When he came, he growled, "Oh, you fucking gorgeous slut, I am gonna fuck you pregnant!"

It turned me on and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me so he could shoot his come deep inside me. "Yes! Do it!" I cried.

Later, as Sean and I lay in bed, my phone rang and I knew it was Tommy. I couldn't not answer, so I picked up, with Sean laying right beside me. We were both still naked naked. Yes, with the kids right downstairs, though it was late. I turned to Sean and put my finger to my lips. He just smiled and started feeling my breasts as I said, "Hello?"

"Hey, hon," Tommy said. "It's me. Sorry to call so late. Just missed you."

Sean squeezed my nipples between his fingers and I turned to present my breasts to him for easier access. Fuck it, I thought.

"Hi, honey," I said trying to sound tired, even though I was wide awake and wanting more of Sean's cock. I watched him play with my nipples, getting hornier by the second. "It's all right. Just reading in bed."

"Sounds nice. New novel?"

Sean was feeling my body with his hands, all over. "Yeah. That Marie Antoinette thing I told you about," I replied, watching Sean's cock harden. He pushed my head toward it. I shook my head no, but he forced me. "What's new with you?"

Tommy sounded tired but otherwise fine. He told me about his day while Sean pushed the head of his cock between my lips. God, if Tommy could see his wife at that moment. What a horny little slut I was. I licked the rim of Sean's magnificent prick and played with his balls. He got hard and I kept licking wantonly while I listened to my husband drone on.

"...anyway, that means I'll be home tomorrow. Isn't that great?"

"Yeah!" I replied between soft little sucks. "That's good, I'll be waiting, honey."

"Are you still horny all the time, these days?"

Sean flipped me over and I chastised him with my look, saying, "Pretty much," to Tommy. Sean edged his big cock to my entrance. "I've been thinking about sex a lot lately."

I watched as Sean sunk his pole into me again. I held the speaker closed and gasped.

"Good, baby. I can't wait to see you. We'll have some fun tomorrow night."

Sean started fucking me. It won't be as fun as this, I thought. "Okay, sweetie. Can't wait."

We hung up and I tossed the phone away, grinding my hips against Sean's stiff rod.

"Pussy can't keep his woman," Sean muttered. It turned me on and I went wild on him while he was sitting up on his knees, watching me pleasure myself. He was so strong and his muscular body supported me while I climbed him and sank down onto him once more. I moved my hips side to side and made myself come hard.

Even Sean was surprised by that. "Fuck..." he said, watching my tits bounce. "You are a fucking horny slut, aren't you?"

"Horny for your fucking huge cock, yes!" I hissed. I worked up a sweat bouncing on him. He just laughed and kept making fun of Tommy's lack of sexual prowess, calling him "wimp" and talking about how he had "cuckolded the hell out of the sorry bastard." The more he talked about it, the harder and faster I fucked him. I got loud. After I finally came, I fell backward. Sean did not let me rest. He moved forward and plowed me proper until he managed to give me another precious load of come.

Our affair went on after Tommy got back. The first night, Tommy actually managed to make me come. But, I had started to worry whether he would be able to detect how stretched out I was from all the fucking I'd been doing while he was gone. The truth was, my affair with Sean made me into a very horny girl. I had sex with both men, Tommy more often and often on the same day, within hours if not minutes of the other. For a while, Tommy kept up with my raging need. He never bothered to ask about the change beyond that and I have to admit, to my shame, that I had started to lose respect for him. Even resent him for letting this happen...for letting another man, a real man, take his woman without him even knowing it. As for Jillian, I was always nice to her, never jealous and I learned how to keep my behavior casual around her, like nothing had happened. Sean seemed to appreciate this, since he told me several times that if Jillian found out, their marriage would be over. The same was probably true for me and Tommy, too. But, the sex was simply too good to stop. I was at my sexual peak, it was true. Lucky me, I met the perfect lover at exactly the right time. The fact that we were both married didn't seem relevant.

I kept going to bed with Tommy and I even enjoyed it most times, but inside I always craved Sean. It even became a loving thing. Sean became more gentle with me. We made out more often and told me that he truly cared about me. He fucked me slowly, lovingly much of the time. I started to become afraid that I was falling for him. He promised that if I ever needed anything, he would be there for me, as long as Jillian didn't find out.

The most brazen thing Sean and I ever did came three weeks or so after our first fuck. I received a text from him at the end of my hotel shift, saying "My house. One hour."

His house? We had never done it there, but I assumed he wanted to see me there out of concern for Tommy catching us at my house that day. Why not the hotel? Probably because Jillian might find out if the housekeeping staff saw us ducking into room 110. I texted back, "Tommy leaves town tomorrow. Can't you wait?"

All I got back was a selfie of Sean's huge, erect cock.

I saved the pic and texted Tommy, telling him I had to run errands and would see him later that evening. He texted back, "Will miss you. Movie and sex tonight?"

"Yes!" I texted back, then drove to Sean's house. I cased it first to make sure there was no sign of Jillian's little red car. Then, I parked on the next street and walked the rest of the way. Sean met me at the door and let me in, wearing just a towel. He'd just taken a shower and smelled wonderful. He had an apple in his hand and he was eating it as he walked through the house. I followed, looking around at how nice the house looked.

"Where's Jillian?" I asked.

"Took the kids to her ma's," he said with a mouthful of apple. "Strip and lay on the bed."

I happily did as I was told, removing all my clothes in the huge bedroom and climbing onto the bed he shared with Jillian while he watched me. I lay back and spread my arms out, turning side to side for his viewing pleasure. He dropped the towel and walked over with the apple in his mouth, grabbed my ankles and dragged me forward. Then, he shoved his huge cock inside me as it was hardening. Hot! He continued eating the apple while we fucked. I ran my feet and legs up and down his muscular trunk while he gave it to me good. Still in my cunt, he set the apple down on an end table and leaned forward to kiss me. He tasted like apple and I started to come, rocking my hips back and forth.

We were just starting to get really into it when he stopped...and listened. "Fuck," he said, pausing with his cock poised inside me.

"What, baby...?" I said dumbly, continuing to writhe under him.

"Fuck! She's back. Get your clothes."

I'd never been so panicked in my life. Were the kids with her? I jumped up and started gathering my clothes, moving faster than I ever thought I could.

"Closet!" he whispered, jamming one leg into a pair of jeans. I turned around with my armful of clothes, skin on fire with shame. They had a big walk-in closet, with slotted doors. I went in and shut the doors behind me as I heard Sean walk out of the bedroom to meet Jillian.

I made sure the light in the closet was off and waited, hunkering down among all of Jillian's clothes. I was still completely naked and thought about trying to get something on, but worried that I would make noise if I tried. I made sure I had everything. Shoes, jeans, bra...I hadn't been wearing one, panties, top...yep, all there. The apple! Fuck. I could see it on the end table. My mind raced. I could hear Tommy and Jillian talking in the kitchen. Maybe the apple would be a giveaway, maybe it wouldn't. I toyed with the idea of running out to get it...then decided it was too risky. The slats on the closet were just wide enough to see most of the room from where I was, but I knew if Jillian came over to get something out of it, I was dead. My marriage was dead and so was Sean's. Maybe he and I would have to run away together, I thought...then rescinded it as a stupid, girlish thing to think. He doesn't want to marry you, Jen. He wants to fuck you behind his wife's back. That's the thrill. I realized that if we both ended up divorced, he would probably find someone new. Maybe I would have to do the same. Holy shit, what had we done?

I heard them come into the bedroom, kissing. "...I just thought if we were gonna keep trying to make number five, we should change it up a bit," Jillian was saying. They were making out as they came in, Jillian was peeling off clothes. "Maybe an afternoon fuck will do the trick and get me knocked up."

Fuck!

I could see them now, maybe ten feet away from where I was huddled, totally naked, in the closet. Sean was shirtless and she was undoing his belt as they moved toward the bed.

"I agree. Now, get your fucking clothes off," he said, then pushed her backward so she fell on the mattress.

The bedclothes had been slightly rumpled, but she didn't seem to notice. She took off her top and unhooked her bra...then she noticed the apple, half eaten on the night stand. "Bad husband," she said. "Were you eating in here?"

"Yep," he replied, calmly pulling his jeans down. "And I'm about to be fucking in here, too."

Jillian giggled and the rest of her clothes came off. She took a bite of the apple herself and posed for him. He stood at the foot of the bed watching her, naked and sprawling. Jillian set the apple down and said, "I want my husband. I want my husband's big cock."

He smiled and they started going at it on the bed. Making out, touching, licking. Like me, she seemed to adore that gift of manhood he had. Of course she did, she fucked him practically every day. I was still the new girl and I could do was watch.

"Oh, yes, baby...I need you, baby, I need my husband to fuck me...make me pregnant...give me a baby, sweetheart..."

Sean did his best to oblige her. They started fucking wildly and I could tell she loved it. The man was a machine and I watched, fascinated as he fucked her good. She was beautiful under him. She had a lovely body, her bush was a pretty blonde like her hair. She had larger breasts than me, but I maintain that I have a better ass. It got wild and her legs splayed to each side of him. She moaned and made little cooing noises...she talked him forward...."husband...need to be fucked by my husband...need his cock, that big, thick, manly fucking cock...other girls are so jealous...love this cock, I'd never need another..."




Part Time Job



This seemed to ramp things up and he started plowing her cunt hard. They then went at it in different positions. At one point, Jillian was on her hands and knees facing the closet and I was terrified she might see me through the slats. But, she didn't. She rode him like a cowgirl, bouncing up and down, after that.Then, she let him pin her ankles back near her ears while he slammed her little blonde cunt. She sat on his cock on the edge of the bed and bounced like a whore, while he held her sexy body. They both started sweating from it all and I was hugely aroused by the sight, sound and pungent smell of their lovemaking. My pussy started to get wet again, but I didn't dare touch myself.

Sean continued to fuck his wife for a good long time. A clock near the bed told me it had been a full half hour since they'd started and they didn't look like they would stop anytime soon. It was a sweaty, hardcore, 'we're making a baby' fuck. He finally spilled his seed in her while poised in a push-up position. She had already come two or three times and seemed tuckered out, the poor thing.

"Coming in your cunt!" he shouted. "Oh yes! Shoot your come into me! I want your baby so bad..." she replied, breasts rising to meet him. He released and she took every last drop inside her, holding tightly to his gorgeous flexed ass cheeks and digging her nails in.

He growled like an animal as he shot his load. When he finally pulled out, I saw her pretty, sloppy sheath contract. That must have been what mine looked like when his big pole came out of me. All puffy and red and full of yummy come. His come had filled her and overflowed a bit and she began petting it gently, running her fingers through the mess.

When they finally finished, Jillian lay in his arms for a while longer and they kissed and sucked each other's tongues. That went on for another twenty minutes. They just muttered sexy things to each other and she played with his soft cock. At last, she gave his cock a kiss and rose out of bed, headed to the bathroom. To my surprise, Sean just left the bedroom, naked. I thought maybe he would steal me out of there while he had the chance and I thought about doing it myself. Instead, I waited there, getting ever more uncomfortable in my huddled spot. Jillian came out of the bathroom and I watched her dress in the same clothes she had been wearing earlier, terrified that she would jot into the closet for something....but she didn't.

Sean returned, drinking bottled water and gave a second one to her. They kissed and she said, "Put something on, Sean. It's hard enough to leave that ass after what you just did to me."

He laughed and patted her butt. "I need to get ready for softball. You meeting me there with the kids, later?"

"Yep...and after that, more baby making," she said, pecking him one last time.

Sean walked her out..and I sighed in relief.

After I heard Jillian's car drive away, I started to move, but just then the door of the closet opened. Sean was standing there, still naked. His semi-hard cock still had his own come all over it. I looked up, startled. He offered it up.

"Get it hard again," he demanded. "I'm not fucking through with you."

I didn't hesitate for a second. I took his wet member into my mouth and tasted Sean and Jillian's combined sex. Exhilarating. I licked every bit of it off him and sucked each of his testicles into my mouth in turn. When he was hard, he lifted me off my knees and moved me to the bed. My skin was speckled with the imprint of the carpet from kneeling so long and my muscles were tight. Sean proceeded to loosen them up for me nicely by pushing me down on my back and forcing my thighs apart. I could have told him there was no need to force anything. At that point, I would have happily fucked him right in front of Tommy and Jillian, I was so turned on. His cock rammed into my thoroughly soaked cunt.

I howled and took him, all the more aroused by the thought of just having watched this incredible lover plow his wife.

While he was fucking me, he said, "She may be my wife, but your pussy belongs to me, too."

"I know, baby!" I shouted. "It does, yes it does!"

"Who owns your cunt?"

"You do!"

"What about Tommy?"

"I...."

"Does he fuck you this good?"

"No...he never has. Your cock is so big...so fucking thick...you're so strong..."

He grabbed up my hips and slammed. "Then, I own this pussy."

"Yes! Please keep fucking me!"

"Did you like watching me do Jillian?"

I nodded. "Yeah. It was beautiful. You fuck her so well...."

"Yeah," he said, bringing me toward orgasm. "Horny married slut is all obsessed with this cock, aren't you? Can you even fuck your pussy husband anymore."

I stared up into his eyes. "Yes, it's fucking true. I'll always want you to fuck me. Any time you want, Sean. Any fucking time, I mean it...just call me and I'll be wherever you want...fuck whenever you want. You own my pussy now...Tommy could never fuck me like you in a million years..."

That sent him over. He came again and I went with him. He made sure to fill me up with all he could, even though this second volume was less. Even he had limits.

We made out in the afterglow for a few minutes, but I knew I couldn't stay long. I got dressed and he saw me off. I drove home, thinking about how I had betrayed my husband. I felt guilty then and for a long time after. I made it up to Tommy of course, that night. We fucked late into the evening and I truly did and still do enjoy it with Tommy.

He still doesn't know what happened and, for a long time, seemed befuddled by the improvement in our sex life. The poor man just didn't measure up to Sean and never could. I continually blow Tommy's mind with my desire to fuck all the time and I almost always think of Sean when we do. Tommy's cock doesn't satisfy me anymore, but I can get off when he fingers me. I recently bought a large vibrator but even that isn't the same and I find myself hoping Sean will text whenever I start getting horny.

Jillian called me about a month later, after things with Sean had significantly cooled off. She told me she was pregnant. I had similar news, but...waited to let her in on it. Our pregnancies ran concurrently. I'm fairly sure Sean knocked us both up on the same crazy day. But, not positive.

One night, while Sean was at my house fucking my brains out with his pregnant wife waiting for him at home, he grabbed my small foot, gave my instep a soft kiss and placed a pretty silver anklet on me. I looked at it while we made love. He said, "This means your little married pussy is mine from now on." Now, I try to buy a lot capri pants and shorts so it will be visible wherever I go.

Tommy asked about the anklet, but I just told him I bought it for myself. I haven't told Tommy that I fucked around and likely won't unless nature forces me to. If the baby looks like his father, for instance. I told Sean about the baby. He suggested that we allow Tommy to think the baby is his and I certainly didn't argue. He said he would pass me cash to pay for certain things. One day, he gave me an envelope with a thousand dollars inside. He told me, "Don't let your pussy husband know about this."

After the heat of our passion died down somewhat, I met with Sean less often. But, I still get those texts. "Coming over," when Tommy is out of town. He still fucks me in room 110 from time to time. Jillian, too. I still listen to them when I can. And after I got pregnant, I stopped working at the hotel. For now. Tommy and I are out of the financial woods and our sex life has never been more active. Tommy is excited about the baby.My bump is starting to show. He makes sure I take my vitamins and does chores that I would normally do until the baby comes. It's very cute.

I heard a rumor that Sean is fucking a younger girl that goes to the community college. It hardly surprised me. I got curious one day and sought out the girl people were talking about. I found her at the college and parked my car just to get a look. She was a pretty brunette, maybe twenty years old, half his age. She was proudly wearing an anklet that looked just like mine.