0 comments/ 291523 views/ 23 favorites Housewife Hoe By: bendrik "This floor is fucking filthy!!" My nose is being rubbed in it. Literally. Holding my hair tightly, Matthew - my husband - is showing me how useless I am. I cleaned the floor earlier this morning, but my two boys - Luke, who is 19 and Mark, who is 20 - came back from football and dragged mud all over it again. When Matthew saw it, he slapped me accross the face, knocking me to the floor. Now he is teaching me a lesson. "Why won't you learn?" he yells at me. "You know what the rules are! Now, you get this fucking mess cleaned up, or else you're gonna end up with a lot more than a stinging face. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," I whimper. "I promise. The floor will be clean, and dinner ready by the time you and the boys get home tonight." Matthew grunts and releases me. As quickly as I can, I scamper to collect the bucket and scrubbing brush. I get down on my hands and knees and start scrubbing the floor. If it's not sparkling clean, my husband will beat me. The hard floor hurts my knees, and my arms quickly become sore and tired from the hard work. The cleaning chemicals make me woozy because my head is down so close to the dirty floor. Mark, my eldest son, enters the room and stands over me. He has something in his hand. My heart sinks when I realise what it is. I tense up, knowing what is coming. "Hey dad, mom's not wearing her collar!" "So put it on her, dumb-ass!" Mark grabs me by my hair and pulls me up, onto my knees. He holds the collar under my nose. "Dopey slut! What's this?" he booms, inches from my ear. "It's, uh... It's my collar," I answer nervously. "And why the fuck aren't you wearing it?" he demands. "I'm so sorry, I forgot! Your father made me clean the floor when I got up this morning, and I forgot to put it on. I'm sorry, Mark!" I try hard not to cry. He slaps me, and fastens my collar around my neck. "You know you're just a dirty bitch." I guiltily nod in agreement. He stands, and I go back to scrubbing. "We're leaving," father announces. The boys file past me towards the door. Mark pretends to "accidentally" knock my bucket over with his foot. Soapy water spills all over me and across the floor I just cleaned. "Oh, whoops! Gee, sorry mom," he says sarcastically, without looking at me. His brother laughs at him as they walk out the door. My husband smirks. "When that little slut daughter of yours gets back from work, you make sure she cleans herself up for us, before we get home. You too. I don't want to come back, and find you looking like you do now." "Yes sir," I answer obediently as the door slams shut, leaving me all alone. I spend the next several hours cleaning the house from head to toe. It will be filthy again by tomorrow, but the rules are the rules. My husband will be furious if anything isn't done. Really, I should be grateful. I am lucky to have him. Such a dirty, stupid slut like me would never be of any use to anyone in the real world. I know my place. Finally, Tracey gets back from work. Tracey is my daughter. She turned eighteen just two months ago. I greet her at the door. She looks very pretty in her tight mini skirt, midriffe and high-heels. "How much did you make today, sweetheart?" "Only three hundred," she laments, taking the money out of her handbag. "Only six tricks today? Did you stick your chest and your ass out like I showed you?" "Yes, mommy. Business was just a little slow today, thats all." "Okay, dear. Well, you give the money to me, and go get yourself cleaned up. You know how daddy hates to find sperm in your pussy that isn't his. Is it very messy today?" "Yeah," my teenage daughter answers, lifting up her skirt to show me the sticky, wet crotch of her panties. "I didn't get enough time to scoop it out between the last three jobs. They were friends, and they took me one after the other. They said they didn't care. After the last guy finished, I had to rush to catch my bus." "Thank heavens daddy had your tubes tied. Can you imagine how angry he would be if you ever got pregnant?" "I got cum on the bus seat, too, and the driver told me off. He made me give him a blowjob." "For free? Oh no, dear, don't tell daddy or he'll have a fit." "I'm sorry, I didn't have any choice. He said he'd have to pay to get it cleaned." "Nevermind. Just go and get ready. I have to start dinner." I count the money and put it in my apron pocket. Tracey goes to the shower. After a little while, Tracey comes into the kitchen wearing white high-heels, stockings, garter belt, split-crotch panties and a flimsy, lacy bra. Her blond hair is brushed, and up in pig tails. Her make-up makes her look like a little girl. "Do I look okay?" she asks apprehensively. "Lovely, darling. Did you clean out your vagina and your asshole? Come over here." I have to make sure she's done a good job. I kneel down in front of her and stick my finger up into her vagina, take it out, look at it, smell it and taste it. Then I do the same for her ass. They're nice and clean, but some fine, silky hair has begun to come up. "You better go give it a quick shave. You know how daddy likes his girls nice and bald." My daughter goes back to the bathroom and shaves herself. "Is this okay, mommy?" she asks when she returns, showing me her pussy. "Yes dear, much better," I answer, running my fingers over her soft, smooth skin. Now, keep an eye on dinner for me while I go and get ready." I hurry off to the shower, strip, and step under the hot, rushing water. I scrub and scrub, making sure that I am nice and clean for the men. I take special care to clean inside my pussy and my anus. Once, my son, Luke got shit on his dick after butt-fucking me, and he hit me so hard I cried. Then he made me lick my shit off his penis. I deserved that. Matthew always tells me and Tracey to clean ourselves properly before they use us. We must try harder to please them. I shave my pussy and go to my room to get dressed. I put on the lingerie and high heels my husband has instructed me to wear, and put my apron back on. Then I sit down at the mirror to put on my make-up and fix my hair. Nice and slutty-looking, just the way Matthew and the boys like it. The table is set, dinner is ready. Tracey and I have eaten already. We are not permitted to eat at the table with the men. Soon, I hear the car pull up outside. Doors slam and I hear my husband and the boys talking and laughing. "They're here, Tracey," I tell my daughter, as I go to the door. Tracey takes her place on the couch in the living room, in clear view of the table in the adjoining dining room where the men will be eating. I get ready to open the door to greet them. I tense up a little. This is always an anxious moment. If anything is not up to Matthew's standards, or if dinner is no good, then there will be trouble. I breifly check my make-up in the hallway mirror, then open the door. "Hello sir, hello boys," I bow my head respectfully. "Dinner is on the table." I am careful not to look anyone in the eye. They file past, loudly talking and laughing. They smell of sweat and grime. Matthew quickly looks over the house. Then he and the boys sit down at the table. He smells the food. "Good girl," he grunts, and smacks my ass. "Thakyou sir," I reply with the appropriate humility. The boys wait for father to start eating, and then they tuck in as well, ravenous. I stand at my husband's side as the family eats. I fetch drinks and condiments as they command. "Where's your daughter's fuck-money?" Matthew demands, between mouthfulls. "Here sir," I quickly take the money out of my apron and give it to him. He shuffles the notes, counting as he chews his food. Then he begins to growl; "Three Hundred? Where's the rest? If you're stealing from me, you bitch-" I suddenly become very nervous. "No! I promise, Matthew, It's all there! You know I would never steal from you!" Matthew gets up and calmly, menacingly walks towards his teenage girl. He waves the money in her face. "Whats the matter? Is this all your dirty little ass can pull these days?" "I'm sorry, daddy! I'm trying my hardest! I promise!" she pleads with him, voice all high and squeaky. The boys watch in anticipation from the table. Matthew senses his admiring audience, and decides to set a good example for them. "Well you're just gonna have to try a bit harder, aren't you?" he yells at her, and slaps her hard accross the face. She gasps and tears spring to her eyes. "Spit on her, dad!" Luke jeers, getting into the spirit of it. Mark and his brother laugh as their father grips Tracey's face, forcing her mouth open and tilting her head back. He laughs, then loudly snorts a big glob of mucus into his mouth. Then he hocks the disgusting, green lump right down his little girl's throat. Tracey swallows, and Matthew wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He unzips his pants and points his limp cock at her. "Suck my cock, you useless fucking bitch," he orders, grabbing her pig tails and guiding her head into his sweaty crotch. Tracey uses her tongue to take the cock in her mouth. She knows never to use her hands or to touch him unless instructed to do so. She is a good cocksucker. I've taught her everything I know about how to please men, especially her father, and she gets lots of experience. Quite soon, Matthew's dick is big and long and hard. Seeing my daughter with that big dick in her pretty mouth makes me feel very hot. I feel ashamed, but I breath heavily and I can feel my face and chest blushing. The boys notice. Mark stands. He takes out his hard dick and starts stroking it. "You look like you could use some cock, momma!" He has that almost murderous twinkle in his eye. I am afraid of my boys sometimes. They can be very imposing. Mesmerized by his stare, I involutarily take a small step back as he advances on me, not realizing that Luke has crept up behind me. I step backwards into him and give a start. He grips my shoulders firmly. "On the floor, slut," he commands me. I dutifuly drop to my knees. Mark rests one hand on my head, and uses the other to guide his prick into my mouth. Meanwhile, Luke has taken his dick out, and is stroking it, as he watches me suck his brother off. Mark's cock slides in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. Luke unties my apron, and takes it off. Underneath I am wearing a pink bodice and matching lace panties. "Finger yourself," he orders. Obediently, I stick my hand into panties and start rubbing my clit. I get juicier and juicier, and start dipping my fingers deep into my dripping hole. I am feeling very hot and flushed now. Luke kneels down behind me and reaches his hands around to squeeze my breasts. He roughly kneads then in his strong hands, turning me on even more as he pinches and tweaks my nipples. I can hear my daughter whimpering and sobbing, and I take a peek at her. With one hand, Matthew is holding her hair very tightly, giving her pain. He is rocking her head back and forth on his big, juicy dick. With the other hand, he is squeezing and slapping her teenage titties. After seeing this, I close my eyes and start really sucking Mark good. I moan and make noises of lusty gratitude. Luke fingers my asshole, and I rock my hips in time. Luke is getting impatient. He grabs my head and tries to pull it over to his cock. Mark tries to pull me back onto his dick. They are wrestling each other for my mouth. Mark gets angry; "Hey, asshole!! What are you fucking doing?" "I want to fuck her face!!" Luke argues back. "Fuck you! She's sucking me! Wait your fucking turn!" Matthew's voice yells angrily at them from the living room. "Hey!! Cut it out!" The boys stop arguing, and look at their father. "Get the bitch down on all fours and pick a fucking end! Fuck! Do I have to do everything for you?" Mark huffs, and pushes me down into a doggy position. He kneels down in front of me and shoves his cock back into my mouth. "There. Happy now, asshole?" he asks his brother with exaggerated annoyance. Luke puts his hands on my butt cheeks and gives them a good squeeze. He pulls the crotch of my panties aside and, starts rubbing his hard cock across my slit. He applies extra pressure when he rubs it over my clit, and I moan into Mark's groin. Now Luke pushes his prick into my hot, sopping cunt, and begins to fuck me. "You like that, don't you, bitch?" he asks, rhetorically. "Mmmm, mmmph," I do my best to express my agreement. Luke starts slapping my ass. "I said, you like that, don't you, you dirty bitch?" he asks louder. I take my mouth off Mark's dick, a big string of saliva and pre-semen stretching from my lips to his shiny knob. I wail, "Yes, I love it! I love your cock in my puss-mmph!" My last words are cut off as Mark pulls my head back down onto his hard-on. His pubic hair really stinks. He hasn't showered all day, and his balls are all sweaty and smelly. The smell stifles my breathing a little, and I cough around his dick, and through my nose. "What's wrong, mom?" he laughs. "Don't you like how my balls smell? I guess you had better give them a clean, then!" He takes my head off his prick, and lifts it up, exposing his hairy scrotum to me. I reach out my tongue and lick the smelly, grimey sweat. It tastes salty and foul. I suck one of his testicals into my mouth and suck it like a lolly, sucking all the juices off it. I keep sucking and licking all of his dirty scrotum, down underneath it between his legs, his pubic hair above his cock, everywhere. My mouth tastes all yucky, all filled with dirty scrotum sweat. Mark slides his cock back into my mouth, and I suck it eagerly and diligently. Soon, Mark starts grunting. He takes his cock out, strokes it, and says, "Ready for some cum, momma?" "Ooh yes! Give me cum, please!" "Want this cum in your mouth, momma? You wanna eat this cum?" "Yes! Yes! I really want it!" I open my mouth and try to wrap my lips around his dick, but Luke grabs my collar, and holds me back. Mark points his dick at me and strokes it faster. "Here you go, mom. A nice big helping of cum, all for you." He points his dick downwards, and squirts big, thick wads of hot sperm all over the floor, right in front of me. I desperately try to bend down and lick it up, but Luke is holding my collar too strongly. He fucks my pussy, and I whimper pathetically, looking at that big, yummy puddle of jizz right there under my nose. "How badly do you want it?" Luke teases. I strain on my collar and try to stretch my tongue out to reach it, all in vain. "Really badly!! I really want it! Uhhng," I moan. "Are you a stupid, dirty little shitbag?" "Yes! I'm your dirty, filthy, slutty little shit-hole!! Please!" "I think you need to cum first, don't you?" Luke suggests, and smacks me. He fucks me nice and hard, and his balls bang into my swollen clit with each stroke. "I think you'd better give us a big, gushing orgasm, before we let you eat that jizz. Don't you think so?" His words are pushing me to a climax. My boys have so much conrtol over me, they can even tell me when to cum. I can't help myself. My hips buck and my knees almost give way beneath me. It swiftly builds up, and them slams me like a brick in the head. Wailing and moaning like a retard, I cum all over Luke's cock and down my thighs. I keep wriggling and squirming for about ten minutes as the orgasm ripples back and forth over my body. Oh god that feels good. My son releases his grip on my collar, and I immediately plunge my face into Mark's cum, lapping it up like a dog. It gets all over my cheeks and my chin. I lick and lick the floor until it's all clean. "Oh, thankyou! Mmmm..." I wipe the cum from my face and suck my fingers clean. Watching me eat sperm off the floor gets Luke really hot. He grunts and ejaculates deep into my drooling cunt. I can feel some of it dripping down my thigh. He takes his dick out of me and stands up. "Get up," he orders, giving my ass a good smack. Obediently, I stand. Luke takes me by the arm and leads me to the pantry door, then shoves me up against the hard, flat surface. He pulls my panties down, and makes me step out of them. Then he kicks my legs wide open and pushes down on my back, so that my face and tits are pressed up againts the door, but my ass is sticking out for him. He spits into his hand, and strokes his cock with it, making it all wet and slippery. I look over towards my daughter. Her daddy has her in his lap now, lifting her knees high and wide, fucking her hard and fast. She moans and gasps. She has told me before, that of all the people she fucks, her daddy has the biggest cock of all. I can vouch for that. Matthew does have a very big dick. Tracey says that no-one can make her cum like her daddy can. Her face is very red now, and her nipples are rock hard. She sounds like she is getting ready to cum. I watch her getting fucked by her father's big cock, moaning and squealing, and I play with my clit. Mark Is standing in front of them, jerking off. He wants to fuck Tracey, but he knows not to interfere when his father is having her. "Ooh daddy! Daddy!! Oh, Fuck! Ooohh!!!" She squirms in his lap and orgasms intensely. I watch, and I masturbate. Luke rubs the head of his prick over my asshole, spitting on it and rubbing it in. Now he puts both hands around my waist, and slowly sinks his throbbing cock into my tight little asshole. I moan and close my eyes as he pushes it all the way in. He fucks my ass, pulling me back onto himself as he pushes into me. I open my eyes again, and watch Tracey while my son fucks me analy. Matthew has his little girl on all fours, on the floor now, fucking her from behind. Mark tries to move in and put his dick in Tracey's mouth, but his father growls at him, and he backs off. He watches his father fuck his sister, and he masturbates. Tracey is really lost in it now. Her daddy is really giving her a good pounding, and she is sounding like she is going to cum again. She looks very small and helpless underneath her daddy, especially with that big cock driving in and out of her. Her moans of pleasure sound high and delicate, next to her father's big, loud, deep grunts and growls. He hammers her so hard that she is really being jolted around, and her arms give way. She drops her head to the floor, and her tits press against the ground. Mark loses it, and creams all over the floor. Tracey is too far gone to even notice, but I see Matthew smirking. I see the cum on the floor and my mouth waters. I would love to go lick it up, but Luke has me pinned. He rams my butthole while i finger myself, dripping pussy-juice on the floor, and eating the cum that Luke squirted in there earlier. Tracey is cumming again. Just listening to her cum makes me cum too. I moan and pant. "Ooh fuck!!" I say. "Yeah baby, fuck mommy. Fuck me in my dirty ass!!" I cum harder than before, gushing my juices all over my clean floor. Luke has his hands on my shoulders now, ramming it home. Watching me cum, and hearing the sounds of Tracey cumming, he shoots another big, hot load of cream into my ass. I can feel it, all warm and gooey in my bowels. Matthew is still fucking Tracey. Everyone else has cum. Now we all watch, as he gets ready to pump his little daughter full of sperm. I can't help but finger myself while I listen to Tracey moaning and whimpering underneath her father. "Oh, Ooh!! Uuhhn!! Oh god, please, daddy! No! I can't..." He ruthlessly fucks her harder and harder. He is really hurting her now, bashing his pelvis against her ass with each mighty thrust. Slap - Slap - Slap - Slap - Slap!!!! Unrelenting, as his little girl begins to sob, Matthew grabs her hair and pulls her head back towards him, forcing her up onto her arms again. He smacks her ass over and over, making it go bright red. He holds her head up by her hair with one hand, and stuffs a finger in her mouth with the other, ordering her to suck it. As she obediently sucks his finger, her cries become muffled. Housewife Hoe I can't help but feel even more turned on. Luke withdraws his cock from my backside and lets go of my waist. I drop to my knees and crawl over to where Mark has cum on the floor in front of Tracey. Once again I lap at the sticky puddle, fingering and diddling myself as I drink. Finally, Matthew, covered in sweat, begins to loudly pant and grunt. He speeds up his fucking, and with one, mighty shove, he forces his dick as far as he can into his little girl's cunt. He holds it there, pressing hard against her ass for ages, as he fires rope after rope of boiling hot sperm into her belly. She sobs and cries, crumpled and pathetic beneath him. After a moment he pulls his cock out of Tracey and stands up, dumping her on the floor. "Fuck yeah," he grunts. "I feel like going bowling." "Yeah, cool!" the boys chorus. They quickly dress and head towards the door. "You two bitches stay here and clean up." The door slams. I flip Tracey over and dive between her legs. Matthew's sperm is oozing out of her. Tracey moans and whimpers as I work her burning pussy lips with my tongue. I have to get all the cum, I'm just so hungry for it. When I've licked it all up, I climb onto my daughter and kiss her deeply, sharing daddy's jizm with her. She kisses me back, dipping her tongue into my mouth to get her helping of yummy, salty cum. Finally satiated, we lie on the floor together for a moment to recover. We musn't rest too long, though. If the dishes are not done, and whatever mess cleaned up before the men get home, there will be punishment. "How lucky we are to have such good, strong men to keep us in line," I say, half to Tracey, half to myself. "I can't imagine life without them!" Housewife Hookers Many people have asked me where it all began, how I came to be where I am today. I have thought and thought and finally come to the conclusion that it is necessary to tell my story for others to learn by and to profit from my experience. It all began with Meg. She was my first and probably the only one I really cared about, so what I did to her was probably unforgivable, but you be the judge of that, dear reader. We both worked in a company which made and sold medical instruments in Australia and the Asia Pacific region. I was her immediate boss and in charge of her training when she joined the company. She was young and bubbly at the time, married happily (or so it seemed) to John with two young twins, Adrian and Amanda. I was married (actually still am, and to the same woman) and happily so, with my own two kids. The marriage still had its spark and the sex was satisfying if not good. Over the next year, I taught Meg all about the job and got very close to her. She would come over to our place and was good friends with my wife and nothing ever happened between us. This was the lowest point in her life. Her husband started cheating on her and she just couldn't get the courage to stop him. He started living with another woman while still married to her, because, as he put it, the sex sucked. He wanted more and eventually he walked out. He was forced to pay maintenance for the kids and with her part time job, she scraped by, what with her mortgage and the needs of her growing children. I started getting closer and closer to her. Initially I did it with the best of intentions, to help her emotionally. One day, I decided, bugger it, I want more out of this and decided to cheat on my wife. From that day, I started making the conversations with Meg more personal and throwing in sexual innuendo. I started asking her about her sex life and her past experiences. Initially she refused but then she started telling me about her first love, a woman, who had seduced her and then dumped her. The second was a man, who was violent and hurt her. She left him pretty soon and then along came John. He had been the nicest sweetest men ever and he was not bad in bed but when she became pregnant for the second time, the sex and love stopped and he went on to another conquest. I told her all sorts of rubbish about how my wife couldn't satisfy me sexually and how I needed more than I was getting. I think she started getting the message but did not want to give me sex. This went on for a few months while her marriage collapsed I moved in and played the sympathetic co-worker. During this time, I got her a weekend job at a bar as a waitress. John did not want the kids but would keep them whenever he got a chance which was every weekend now. She had them during the week. Finally I decided I had laid the ground well enough and now needed to move in for the kill. One Sunday, she got home from her job around 6 PM and I was waiting for her at the door. She was surprised but took it in her stride. I had brought along a bottle of red wine into which I had injected by way of syringe some Spanish fly (illegal and very difficult to get). I watched her as she drank as I never did drink and we got to talking small talk. Finally, I realised that, the alcohol and the fly were taking effect as her speech got slurred and she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. I told her, "I want to fuck you. No love making, no commitments, no having sex, just fucking, of the animal kind. I will not leave my wife but I want more sex than she can give." Her eyes appeared glazed over and she slurred her words while she said, "I am not that kind of woman!" "And I am not that kind of man! But I must simply have you. Your body has enticed me and made me lust for you for a long time. Let me fuck you just the once and you can then decide where to go from there." With that, I stood up, took her hand and led her to the bedroom. I kissed her deeply while I fondled her tits. Those were her really good features, they were huge, I am guessing maybe a DD or even E size. In a few seconds of kissing, I had managed to slip my hand under her blouse and onto her right breast which I quickly pulled out and began running and squeezing. I then proceeded to lick and suck her nipple while at the same time undoing the buttons of her blouse and the zip of her skirt. There was no resistance as I left her breast to undress her. The clothes, bra and panties were off pretty quick and she did move in the right ways to help. The tits were huge with dark nipples and areolae and her pussy was shaven. She was a very desirable woman and I quickly had her on the bed on her back, with her legs apart and began attacking her cunt and clit with my tongue. Her moans and groans told me I was on the right path. I gave her orgasm after orgasm before standing up in front of her. A word of confession here: while my cock is big by most standards I do not last very long during sex. I make up for this by the adept use of fingers, lips and tongue. I undressed rather quickly, not giving her a chance to think and got my cock out an put it in her hand. Up to that point, she had her eyes closed and was moaning. When she held my cock, she suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Oh my gosh. That thing is huge. Can it fit in me?" "If you lubricate it with your spit it might, but we will go slowly." With that, I put it to her mouth and she started sucking on it. Man was she good at sucking cock. She was very adept at the use of her lips and tongue and soon I was groaning and moaning. This went on for a while and I decided enough was enough. I pulled out of her mouth and stood in front of her. I pulled out a condom from my pants and put it on. Then I started rubbing her pussy with my cock till she was back moaning and groaning. When she started to say, "fuck me now" I put my cock at her entrance and with one quick push showed it all the way in to the balls. I had to put my hand on her mouth to prevent her from screaming and getting the neighbours alarmed. "You're hurting me! You're too big!" she moaned but I did not listen and began fucking her. For the first time I did not come quickly but managed a long slow and luxurious fuck. From pain, she slowly adjusted to my cock and began enjoying it. She had an orgasm during this period and then I could take it any more. I released all my pent up sperm and got off her. I spent a little time whispering sweet nothings into her ear and then she got up, got dressed and went to get her dinner ready. I left an envelope containing $500 on her pillow, quickly dressed and left after expressing my thanks, etc. I managed to convince her that she shouldn't tell my wife. The next day at work, she wouldn't look at me or talk to me except on work matters. I let it go. Just before the day was over, she rang me on the internal phone system saying, "I need to talk to you." I said, "Anytime." She came into my office and closed the door. She seemed pretty upset and said, "What was the money for? I am not that kind of person." "Hey, I never said you were. I know John doesn't give you enough money, you work your fingers to the bone and the kids need stuff. I was just trying to help." This was actually the truth at the time but then times change. When I said that, she broke down crying and threw herself in my arms. In between sobs she said, "I hated you for that, but I so needed the money for the kids and little things at home. I am not a whore but the money helped. So, in spite of every thing, thank you." A little devil deep inside me stirred and I said, "There can be more if you want it!" The look on her face I can not describe. There was some hatred for me but also interest in what I said. "What do you mean?" I said very frankly, "Well you can turn professional! You know entertain men and get paid for it." She looked at me with a strange look, got up and left. For the whole week, we were just work colleagues, nothing more, nothing less. On Friday, just before closing, she came to my office and closed the door behind her. "Would you like to come over to my place for a cup of tea tomorrow. I need to talk." I said I was flattered that she still considered me a friend and said I would be there. The next day, I told my wife I needed to talk work with Meg and went over to her house. She was dressed all prim and proper and started off looking very cool and collected. Realizing that the situation was delicate, I did not speak but let her get everything off her chest. She told me that, she had been offended by my gift of money and devastated by my suggestion she become a whore, but the money was needed and most welcome. For the first time, she did not have to scrimp on getting her kids little luxuries. Long thought and contemplation had brought her to the conclusion that I was right. This was easy money and good money and she would get good sex in return. She had decided to go professional but she did not want to work at a brothel. Could I help her get customers? I told her that I had never done this and I would love to help but she had to do things legally, pay taxes, etc and I got 50% of the takings and a freebie on and off. She walked off to the bedroom and a few minutes later called out my name. I went in there and she was completely naked. "Let's seal the deal. Fuck me." I knew I was onto a good thing and said, "I know you suck well and fuck wonderfully but how good are you at anal?" "Nothing goes into my butt. John tried it once and I refused it forever." "Well, my love. If you become professional some men want that. Some want double penetration, some want you to swallow and all sorts of things." "Yuck! I thought it was only straight sex." I looked her in the eyes and said, "You can back out now or you go all the way!" After what suspiciously looked like too short a period she said, "What the hell, in for a penny, in for a pound!" (Did I mention she was English?) So, I moved forward and handled her tits, rubbing her nipples and squeezing the boobs. Then I sucked and licked them to get her in the mood and quickly lay her back on the bed and attacked her pussy with my tongue. In a few seconds, she was wet and pretty soon she came. Her sucking on my cock was paradise but the main prize was the butt-hole which I wanted very much. She was practically a virgin in that area and I wanted to bust her cherry bum. I needed to be slow and easy so I got out some KY jelly, which very coincidentally, I had in my bag and lubricated her butt-hole and my cock. I rubbed the tip of the cock on the opening a few times and told her to relax her anal opening for me. The poor thing she was tense and could not. Tat was it! I could not wait. I guided my cock to the opening and told her to relax and started to push. She tensed up and tried to push away. I grabbed her hip and pushed straight in. She wanted to scream but I give her credit for just crying in pain but not making a sound. There were real tears running down her cheeks as I began pulling out again. She groaned a sigh of relief which gave way to a muffled cry as I forced my way in again. It took a great deal of resolve for me not to come but I kept on fucking her arse until she finally got it and relaxed allowing me to fuck her properly. Like I said, I am not a man who goes long with my wife but with Meg I managed to go on for a fair amount of time. All good things came to end and so did I. I came in her arse and pulled out while she lay in bed crying. I held her in my arms and said, "You can still back out." "No, Goddamnit, I need the money. My kids need the money. Get me customers and I will show them a good time." The next month was a flurry of activity. I organised a website, created a company, got myself and Meg registered with the tax authorities, and did all the legalities needed to keep it a legitimate business. The toughest part was keeping my wife from finding out. Anyway, everything was soon done and I soon had her customers coming in and paying a fortune to me of which I passed on 50%. I had to organise baby sitting for her when John couldn't have the kids but they were growing quickly and I sort of started making plans for them too. I realised that I needed some form of insurance, so I kept detailed records of Meg's trysts but that was not enough. One day, I organised for her to meet two 'customers' in a hotel room where I had set up recording cameras and I got lovely streaming videos of that occasion. These two were actually professionals whom I hired for that occasion. This went on for about a year and then the inevitable happened- she wanted out. I told her flatly that I had too much at stake, the company, my marriage, my kids, etc, etc. And then I showed her the video. She watched in horror as she saw the movie of her sucking a customer's cock, getting fucked in the pussy, the arse and getting double penetrated. I told her that she could quit if she found me others willing to do the job. She thought about it and said that she probably could convince other housewives, soccer mums and bored friends of hers who needed the money to go with me. I told her that the first new woman she got me, I would cut my commission to 40% for Meg alone and then give her 10% of the earnings of each new woman she got working for me. Soon she introduced Chloe to me. She was a single mother of two little kids whose husband had recently died and she desperately needed money. I 'sampled the wares', so to speak with the two of them, then and there and decided Chloe was good enough. After her came Kirsten and then Madge and soon I had fifteen girls working for me. Meg was earning a lot of money off them and hardly turning tricks any more. During this time her kids were growing too rapidly and I had designs on them. This was when I really did the dirty on Meg. I introduced her to heroin. She took to it like a duck to water and soon was hooked. In a few months she would have done anything for the H. I started charging her for it and in this way got her back to working for me. She was after all my first. I had a sentimental desire to keep her. All the other girls were tied down due to their needs or my collection of pictures and movies of them, which I threatened and blackmailed them with. The first thing in my plans was to get rid of John. He still remained in the kids' lives and he had a new family with his new wife. I got his address and one night, very very coincidentally, he and his entire family were murdered in a home invasion gone bad. Through a series of complex legal manoeuvres, involving forged wills, I managed to get everything he owned put in Meg and the children's names. Now came their turn. I waited till the children turned eighteen and Meg was thoroughly hooked. One day I told her that in case she died there was no one to look after the kids, and then convinced her to make me the sole beneficiary of her will and the kids' guardian, till their 25th birthday. Poor Meg! She signed her death sentence with her own hands in a daze induced by a potent combination of alcohol, heroin and ecstasy. On Adrian and Amanda's eighteenth birthday, I told Meg she had to entertain a special guest in a hotel room and had a fetish for a woman who was masked. I told the kids that I would take Adrian out somewhere special and Amanda could go out to town with her friends. I took Adrian to the hotel room where meg was waiting, masked. Just outside the room, I got him to put on his mask and told him he could fuck the whore inside but he must not say a word. I had organised to watch the whole thing and to have it video-taped in a way that I could not be seen or identified. That was a night to remember. He walked in and saw a naked, masked woman on the bed, beckoning him. He approached her and she undressed him and fondled his cock, then sucked on it. He was moaning and groaning in ecstasy while she sucked him. Then she pulled off all of his clothes and then lay down with her legs in the air and asked him to eat her out. His inexperience showed and she guided him to suck at her pussy. I could see the shock in his face when he recognised the voice but he did not say a word. He had a decent sized cock and he did use it well when she guided him into her pussy. Watching the son fuck his mother and taping it was one of the most erotic scenes of my life. I was visibly aroused but I let it happen and enjoyed every moment of it. When it was over, I left but made sure a copy of the tape was at the scene. The most terrible thing happened then and I can swear I had nothing to do with it. Mother and son must have seen what they had done and felt so ashamed they killed themselves with an overdose of pure heroin. The police called it a double suicide and left it at that. I was now left as the sole heir of all of Meg's fortune and Amanda's guardian. I proceeded to introduce her to heroin to dull the pain of losing her family. It took only two weeks to get her hooked and then I decided it was time to introduce her to her mother's profession. One night I got her to watch a pron movie with me promising her heroin if she saw it all. When the movie was over, I asked her if she had done any of that. She insisted she was pure and a virgin. I refused to believe her and demanded to examine her pussy to see if she was telling the truth. She was! Her cherry was intact but not for long. I showed her the pictures of her mother fucking her clients and her mother fucking her brother and told her that this is how her mother brought her up and since she owned nothing and I was her guardian she should join her mother's profession. It did not take her long to accept particularly since she needed the heroin too badly. I organised for her to get her cherry popped on video for an internet porn site and then got her to turn tricks. She gives me freebies all the time. Today, I have fifty girls working for me making me a lot of money. My wife has accepted the business but does not realise that I get a lot of sex on the side. She loves the money and the stuff that goes with it. I am now running a successful internet escort service, a pron site and get a cut from drugs that I supply my girls. All in all I am very happy.