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Paid For

By: avrgblkgrl



Sidney had no poker face. So, she had done the one and only other thing that could possibly explain why she was glowing and unable to stop smiling. She went shopping.

"I'm home," she called out, laughing at how she must look-kicking at the heavy, ornate door in an attempt to close it while balancing on the other foot.

The delicate sound of her own voice echoed off the walls of the entry way and up the winding staircase. There was no response. She thought that at least one of the servants would come rescue her from all the bags. Maybe she had forgotten about an event or was actually supposed to be somewhere else. A flash of panic caused her to immediately drop everything, check the pink face of her diamond encrusted Rolex and then desperately search through her Chanel bag for her cell.

No, there were no planned events and it was Thursday, her day for errands and dinner in the city. Sidney exhaled with a sigh of relief. Edger's moods had been quite volatile lately. This last stroke had left him meaner than ever and quick to demand retribution for the slightest of errors on her part.

After a day like today, one so full of everything that actually made life worth living, it only stood to reason that karma would somehow swoop down and get her back for being happy. That seemed to be her life's pattern. She was blessed in so many ways, ways that she had once only dreamed about. However, nothing good ever came her way without a rather big price tag attached to it. As a matter of fact, the last two years had exacted nothing but payment and no true pleasures. The sky was shifting though. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Sidney thought that there could possibly be a light at the end of her tunnel. Today she had a glimpse of sunshine, something priceless. It only lasted for a while and it was another stolen moment, but it was enough to warm her soul and awaken all that she thought had died within her. It was hard to believe that it was not just a fantasy this time, and that maybe someone in this world could actually love her.

Sidney was no fool though. She knew that she needed to tread carefully. Her husband, Edger Wyatt, was not one to be toyed with. It was not just money that made him powerful. Money would be the least of her problems if she dared cross him. Five years of marriage had revealed an ugly side of him that she dared not cross.

Just thinking about that made her jump when she heard his voice call out her name. The double wooden doors to his study were slightly open. Sidney laid her purse on top of the huge marbled entry table, glanced briefly at her mindless finds and then made her way toward the sound. She slipped through the doors with a smile the day had made possible. She hoped that her good mood would somehow transfer to him.

"Welcome home, darling," Edger said smoothly from behind his large desk.

Immediately, she realized that he was not in his wheel chair but dressed. The black collared cashmere sweater he wore was familiar. She recognized the gift from a new secretary. If they were giving gifts then it was likely that they were receiving them. Then she reminded herself that it was pointless to worry about his little dalliances any more.

It was a good sign that he looked comfortable in the dark leather of his favorite antique chair, with its high back. It had been a while since he had actually sat in that chair. Although not fully recovered, power still radiated from him. His thin lips were even curled into what could be defined as a smile if you did not know him well.

"Enjoyed your day?"

The tone of his question made her heart sink. His eyes were grey, flat and cold. There was no warmth to him or the room. The drapes were closed for the evening and the low lighting made the lines in his face seem harsh. She hoped that the nurse had not been dismissed. When he was in this mood, being the main caregiver could be full of heartless humiliations and the evening could prove to be unbearably long regardless of how loving she tried to be toward him.

"Yes," Sidney returned, fighting the sudden nervousness threatening to envelope her, "I did the spa thing and some shopping."

"The spa thing," he repeated and his eyes narrowed.

Then, Edger released a dry laugh.

"Give me more light, Carl," he demanded. "I want to see her clearly tonight."

The sound of his name leaving Edger's lips gave her a start and she turned suddenly to look upon the face of her husband's most valued employee. Sidney had not seen his car in the drive and he rarely stayed this late. She had not noticed him sitting quietly at the end of a strategically placed couch. He was meticulously dressed in his usual dark suit and tie, tailored to fit his towering athletic form perfectly. She turned to watch him rise effortlessly from his seat and calmly button the front of his jacket before perfectly honed muscle strode over to the controls.

Light flooded the room more fully now, not altering the masculinity of the bulky, dark-wood furniture and sepia tinted leather. This was a room designed for business, intimidation and men.

As usual, Carl's in-house expression revealed no emotion or commitment. It was a calm reflection of controlled intensity, always an unspoken threat lingering in the air that seemed to only highlight whatever point Edger was establishing.

Without words, a long time ago, Sidney had discovered that Carl was much more than a typical business associate. He was a quiet constant that often lingered long after the other drones and lawyer types served a purpose. They showed him quiet respect and sometimes fear. She had spent her childhood hopping from one military post to the next. She immediately recognized him as ex-military, and that he not only carried a weapon but was most likely one himself. She had learned that he was a soldier of fortune masquerading in a suit. He was an enforcer. Even when he was relaxed, his stance was poised for action. More than that though, Carl was a protector, a real warrior at heart. There was so much more he had gradually revealed.

For now, he eased back into his original position.

Sidney's awareness of him would now never be the same. She could never possess that much control, no matter how hard she tried. Her heart pounded in her chest as her gaze weighed his intentions. What she looked upon now only faintly resembled the man and the friend she had experienced just hours ago. His chin was high, his throat arched. Those warm brown eyes were shielded by long, dark lashes.

"Isn't she the vision of loveliness, Carl?" Her husband's words broke through her reverie. "I used to love her spa thing days. I used to love the feel of that freshly waxed pussy sitting on my face."

Edger's last words made Sidney turn to glare at him.

"Edger," she pleaded with embarrassment.

That was the wrong thing to do. He enjoyed her discomfort.

"Her body is something else. Those firm tits and tight ass alone were enough to bring me to my knees. But, that cunt of hers was always worth every penny and then some."

No, Sidney thought, not tonight. She was not going to let him do this to her in front of Carl. It was too much. She went for the doors to see her own way out. But before she could reach them, Carl positioned himself in front of her.

"Did she let you taste that sweet pussy, Carl?"

She looked up into the clarity of his light eyes and the horror of the moment fully hit her. The force of it made her suddenly feel faint. Her legs gave way and a dry heave caused her chest to constrict.

"Carl," she whispered in disbelief.

He reached out and caught her. Something familiar flashed in his eyes and then just as quickly died, extinguishing any hope that Sidney had left within her.

"Everyone knows that you can't turn a whore into a housewife. And to think, you thought I'd want children with you."

Her husband was still talking but all she could see was Carl. She took in his features fully as she recalled the feel of his hot breath against her ear and the passion in his voice as he whispered his endearments. There were many words exchanged and so much more, or so she had thought. Sidney let her eyes follow the strong blade of his nose, the strength of his brow and the square jutting of his dimpled chin. She almost reached up with her fingers to touch those lips, so sensually full and yet sharply cut. Had she imagined them form the words I love you?

Carl roughly swung Sidney's limp body around to face her husband. With one of his arms wrapped around her waist, he pulled her head up by fisting her hair.

"Hold on, this will be over soon," he murmured above her.

Her lover held her up so that the hateful eyes of her husband could tear right through her.

Edger sat in his chair wishing he was the man he used to be. He ached to wrap his hands around her neck and show her who was boss again. It had only taken a couple of times for her to know. When he had that type of control, something like this would have never happened. She would not have dared. He had watched what he thought to be her fear slowly dissipate. It made him hate her. He did not want or need her playing the nurse. He did not need her to remind him of what he no longer was.

"You have cost me more than you were ever worth," Edger spat out at her. "Carl drove a hard bargain. He didn't think you would cave. The price went up twice. But, I knew. You never loved me."

Sidney looked at her husband through tears. She had been the fool twice. She had loved Edger in spite of himself. She had accepted the fact that the man she once believed to be her Prince Charming was anything but. When he first became sick and even after this last time, watching him deteriorate more each time, Sidney had been determined to stand by him and help him. It was the right thing to do because there had been a time when he had made her feel loved. In return, he treated her like trash. It was never about the money for her. That was not something a man like him could understand.

She had thought that Carl understood. She had truly believed that he cared. The closeness he had given her over the last couple of months was her respite. He had been her savior, first with his emotional support and then physically. She had fallen in love with him slowly and had given herself to him only after great consideration. Sidney had fully believed that the beautiful, dark man firmly positioned behind her now had loved her. She had forgotten that like everything else, Edger owned him too.

"Edger..." she started.

"Quiet," she heard Carl's chest rumble and felt his arm tighten around her.

"It took him all of two days to get in between those legs," Edger continued on with his speech.

She felt Carl tense up behind her and heard him say be quiet again.

"It was worth it though. Now you get nothing," Edger snarled with satisfaction. "You go out with what you came in with, nothing."

"I don't care," Sidney cried out. "You are going to die a lonely old man, you fool."

Edger stood up.

"You ungrateful bitch," he yelled, taking one arm and angrily swiping everything off his desk.

Then, he sunk back into the chair exhausted.

"Take her clothes off," he finally demanded after catching his breath.

"No, Edger," Carl protested, shock finally registering on his face. "She signs the papers and I'll get her out of here."

"You don't tell me what to fucking do. I paid you good money. I want to see you earn it. A big black bull like you fucking my slut of a wife. I want to see what she betrayed all that I've done for her with."

"It is not necessary."

Carl let Sidney go and moved closer towards the desk. The two men glared at each other for a moment.

"I said fuck her," Edger growled at Carl. "I want to see what my quarter of a million dollars bought me."

"Why not," Sidney yelled, stepping out of her dress.

Carl turned and looked at her as if she were crazy.

"For old times' sake," she continued.

"Careful Sid," Carl warned.

Sidney undid her black laced, shelf bra and her full breasts sprung free. She tossed the bra at Carl and watched it fall to the floor at his feet.

Carl's gaze was hot on the lush flesh of her breasts. Sidney cupped them wantonly for emphasis.

"Fuck her," Edger repeated.

Sidney stepped out of her panties. She stood before the two men with nothing on but a pair of pale, flesh toned, strappy Louboutins.

"Fuck me Carl," she demanded. Her voice was thick with emotion and her eyes damp.

When no one moved, Sidney went up to the huge desk, spread her palms out over its face and leaned over so that her breasts grazed the polished wood, softly swaying. She spread her legs, her behind high in the air, and looked directly at her husband.

"Fuck me Carl," she whispered. "He deserves to see what he paid for."

The mixture of hunger and anger on Edger's face was priceless. His pasty skin was now glowing from the rise of his blood pressure. The sight of it made Sidney bold.

Carl had almost returned to where he had originally been seated. Sidney locked her eyes on his and forgot about her husband for a moment as she moved closer to Carl.

Once again Carl was exercising that now infamous control of his, but his eyes hid nothing as she stood before him. This was the man that had entered her earlier that day. This was the man that had awakened her spirit with the press of his body between her thighs. That had been real. He wanted her to know that. He wanted her to see and remember the pleasure he had known as he had moved inside of her. When she was close enough to let the palm of her hand reach out and touch the closely trimmed hairs that edged his jaw line, he bent down to taste her lips and kiss her deeply.

She seemed so small standing in front of the massive man.

"I said fuck her," Edger's gruff voice reminded them.

"Careful old man," Carl said, a graveled warning in his tone.

To her, his voice was thick and velvet, low and dark. "This is about you and I. Forget that he is even there. This is the only way he'll set you free. Don't even look at him."

He slid out of his jacket.

She nodded in submission as her fingers undid his tie.

In a matter of minutes, he stood naked before her. Sidney let her eyes follow the incredibly defined lines of his body. His well-formed chest was covered with an intricately designed tattoo that flowed across his muscular shoulder downward and sleeved one arm to just above his wrist. It was black and beautiful against the warm glow of his brown skin. She ran her creamy fingers across his chest and down his arm with familiarity. This man was beyond sexy.

Carl took her hand in his and led her until they both stood in front of the desk. He did not blink when his eyes met Edger's.

Edger's eyes dropped to the top of Carl's strong thighs with the realization that this was really about to happen. There, rooted in neatly trimmed, thin, dark curls hung Carl's long, thick, semi tumescent manhood—a true instrument of pleasure.

It was an instrument that called out to Sidney and made it easy for her to turn her back on her husband and drop to her knees.

"Sid, you don't have to do this," Carl urged.

Sidney was already gladly attempting to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft as he spoke those words. She lifted him up and buried her face in him, kissing the base and sucking at the thick chord running up the underside of his cock. The tip of her tongue played with that sensitive V spot before circling the mushroomed head. Then Sidney looked into his eyes before sliding the bulbous tip fully between her sweet lips. Slowly, her lips stretched over him and she took him deeper into the cavern of her warm mouth. Now, she could feel him growing against her tongue, becoming even thicker and harder.

She moaned with pleasure.

This caused Carl to close his eyes and throw back his head. Both of Carl's hands rested on her head and he fed himself to her in shallow rocking motions, giving her only his head and half of his length before pulling back—time after time.

Sidney was hungry for him and grew desperate, trying to force him deeper even when her attempts were obviously too much.

The intimacy of this exchange angered Edger.

"I want her over the desk," Edger said harshly with a glint of animalistic perversity.

Carl wondered how long the man before him had been thinking about this scene. Was it before Edger had lost the ability to satisfy Sidney or after? He wondered what the man would do if he knew just how many times and ways Carl had made love to Sidney. Would it send the old man over the edge? They had once been friends. But, the man that sat in the chair studying him so hard was no longer Carl's friend. Over the years, before Edger's health had begun to fail, Carl had seen the man evolve into someone he did not recognize. He had watched him do things to people that others would never believe—things to Sidney. Carl's hands were bloody too, he knew this. Sidney had somehow made Carl more conscious of who he truly was.

The way that woman looked at him...

Sidney made Carl want to bury himself deep inside of her and come out new. She made him believe that he could.

Sidney spread herself once again over the desk, not bothering to look at her husband and already lost in her own need. She was slick with just the thought of having Carl part her lower flesh and drive himself inside her.

Carl hooked her hips and repositioned her slightly before his cock penetrated her. Being with him was still something new to her body and he had no desire to hurt her, ever. Pressing forward, he stretched her beyond comfort, moving her into another zone of discovery and sensations. Sidney had tried to move away from the intensity of the pressure descending inside of her, only to find herself being pulled closer. Carl's hands gentled her and he murmured calming words, careful to not say too much but fill her mind as well as her body with nothing but him.

Soon Sidney was fully relaxed and began to whimper, arching and tilting her back. She wanted all of him and began to plead.

When Carl felt that she was ready he went deeper. The exquisite rhythm, the pain and pleasure of his slow plow caused her to cry out when he hit home. She shook with an unbelievable sensation that only seemed to gather and expand, growing larger within as he repositioned himself to go even deeper-again and again, harder and harder. When she exploded, Sidney called out his name in a way that was so distinctively possessive that the implication was undeniable. She was fully his, thoroughly mated. The ruthless, guttural groan that followed was the inimitable sound of a man reaching that level that made him feel one with a power beyond himself. Hot liquid pumped in mass strands deep inside of her, sending aftershocks that made her beg him not to stop.

That was the soundtrack that played over and over again in Edger's ears as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and a tear ran down his cheek.

The loss of his wife and his friend, paid for in full.

*****

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Paid for a Show!



This is the first time I have ever written a story about one of my escapades. So please be gentle and give me some feedback as to where I can improve.



It was a Friday night and we were out a friends place playing a board game called Oil Barons. Our host had been drinking and was getting quite drunk. It was about 2 am and I was losing the game pretty badly. It was then that our host said he would give me a million game bucks to watch me suck my husband's cock. What he didn't know is a.) I love sucking my husband's big thick cock b.) I am a bit of an exhibitionist and really enjoy being watched when I fuck. As there were other guests around we all sort of just laughed it off.

As the night got later most of the guests went home and it was just my husband, our host, and I. Our host went to the bathroom and gave me a moment alone to ask my husband if he would be into letting Brian watch us. My husband knows how much I like being watched and how wild I get when I am being watched so he readily agreed. I told my husband that I wanted to lead this and was going to mess with Brian a bit.

Brian came back into the room and we chatted about the game we had just played. It was our first time playing it and Brian said we'd get better with time. I asked Brian if he was serious about paying to watch me suck my husband's cock. He said he was real serious and would even pay me real cash to do it. It was then when I said well how much will you pay me? He replied that he would give me $100 to be able to watch me suck my hubby. I said I would do it for that, but for $200 I would suck hubby while I was topless so he could see my tits. Men always compliment me about my tits and I was hoping he would want to see them.

Brian was very excited about that thought and immediately opened his wallet and took out $200. I think he thought I was joking and wouldn't go through with it. Little did he know the whole idea of getting paid to be watched was making me wet.

I took the money and stuffed it into the pocket of my jeans. Then I slowly pulled off my t-shirt. I would like to say I was wearing a fancy frilly bra but in reality I was wearing just the standard white bra. I have been told numerous times that my 34DD are great tits. After I had pulled my shirt off, I gave my bra covered tits a shake in front of Brian. My nipples were already starting to harden and I was getting really excited and wet. 

Then it occurred to me that I could make this little show for Brian even better. I grabbed my purse and took out some bright red lipstick. I looked right at Brian and said let me add some lipstick so you can really see my lips wrap around hubbys cock when I suck it. Brian didn't really say anything he just sat in the chair watching. I licked my lips and then slowly applied the lip stick. I made sure to take my time to drag the lipstick across my lips. As I was doing this I looked over at my husband and I could see his cock getting hard in his pants. I am very fortunate as my husband has a very thick 7 inch cock. His cock always fills me and he has been known to fuck me so good that my knees are weak after.

After I had put new lipstick on I started to play with my tits. Slowly squeezing them causing them to pop over the top of my bra and reveal my erect and hard nipples. Brian appeared mesmerized by my little show so I knew I was doing a good job. I then got on my knees between my husband's legs, he was sitting on the couch. As I was getting paid for this show I wanted to make it as good as possible. I started to drag my tongue over the bulge in hubbys pants making his cock twitch. After doing this for a couple minutes I used my tongue to flip his zipper tab up and into my mouth. I gripped it with my teeth and pulled it down. As I did this I heard Brian groan across the room. I was definitely having the desired effect.

Then out of nowhere the doorbell rang. Here I was between my husband's legs on my knees no shirt with my big tits bubbling over my white bra and hard erect nipples. I grabbed my shirt and escaped to Brian's bedroom while hubby escaped to the bathroom. I heard Brian's brother's voice; he had forgotten something and was just returning to get it. It was kind of funny as Brian was trying to hurry his brother along. I noticed that I had gotten so wet my jeans were damp. I was about to take them off when I heard hubby come into the room. I slowly slid my pants down revealing my wet pink thong.

I told hubby to take off his pants ad lie on the bed so we could give Brian a good show. At the end of the bed against the wall was a chair. I laid my pants across the arm of this chair and got on the bed beside hubby with my face and boobs facing the back of the room where the chair was. I wrapped my hand around hubbys hard cock and started to slowly stroke. It was then that Brian walked in and sat down in the chair at the end of the bed. I could see a small bulge in the front of his jeans. He said we were alone now and I could continue my show.

It was then that I saw him notice I had removed my pants and now was only wearing a little pink thong that had an obvious wet spot. I started dragging the tip of my tongue over the edge of the helmet on hubbys cock, making sure Brian had a good show. I slowly licked and nibbled up and down hubbys cock. Several times I noticed Brian shifting in his seat in the chair. It was then that he said "I paid you to suck his cock not just lick it." I quickly took hubbys hard cock deep in my mouth. I slowly raised my head and mouth to the tip of hubbys cock and then swallowed it as deep as I could again cause me to slightly gag as his cock touched the back of my throat. Then I started bobbing my head furiously up and down on hubbys hard cock. I did this for a few minutes and then I let hubbys cock pop out of my mouth leaving a trail of my spit.

I then began to lick hubbys cock again paying special attention to flicking my tongue along the opening at hubbys tip. I looked up at Brian who was sitting there stroking his cock through his jeans. I asked is the show worth the $200? He responded that if definitely was and that he would give me another $50 to take off my thong. I said for $100 I will take it off and throw it to him. He got his wallet out. Took out another $100 and started to put it in the pocket of my jeans that were on the chair beside him. It was then he noticed that my jeans were damp. He picked up my jeans and rubbed his fingers on the crotch before taking his fingers to his nose. Brian made a slow quiet moan as my musky smell entered his nostrils.

I got up off the bed and stood in front on Brian who was still on the chair. He had his pants undone and open. There was a visible wet spot on his underwear and I could see the outline of a semi hard dick. I told Brian that I thought he would be more comfortable if he took off his pants and underwear. He didn't move, he just sat their squeezing his cock and looking at my tits. It was then that I slide a finger under the waist band of my thong to touch my clit. I was literally dripping wet and as my fingers caressed my clit I let out a little moan. I turned around so my ass was facing Brian and slowly peeled my wet thong off. Making sure to bend over and expose my pussy and asshole right in front of Brian. I stood up and turned around and Brian's glance immediately went down to my nicely trimmed landing strip. As he gazed at my pussy hair which was glistening from my juices he let out another moan.

I purposely crawled on the bed between hubbys legs so Brian could have a good view of my pussy and ass. With my ass high in the air I began to suck hubby again. It was as I started playing with my clit that Brian commented on my husband's awesome stamina. Brian was amazed that my hubby hadn't cum yet. At this I looked over my shoulder to see that Brian had cum and it was all over his stomach. I said to Brian that I bet he wanted to see me ride my hubby. He nodded and asked how much that would cost. I simply started to climb on top of hubby to ride him cowgirl style and said this one is on the house.

As I slid hubbys hard cock into me I let out a deep moan. I am normally very vocal and this time I am sure I was even louder than normal as I was so turned on. I was grinding my pussy into to hubbys pelvic bone to take him as deep as I could. Hubby was pinching and twisting my nipples which was making me even wilder. 

After riding like that for a while I turned around to ride reverse cowgirl and give Brian a splendid view of my pussy filled with hubbys cock. I leaned back so that Brian could have a full view of my husband's cock going in and out of me. I was moaning really loud and I was sure I was waking up the neighbors as it was about 4 am.

Then hubby pushed me over and started pounding into me doggy still. He was really pounding into me hard and my moans turned to screams. Brian looked like he was really enjoying watching my tits sway back and forth from hubbys relentless pounding. Brian interrupted hubbys pounding by asking me if I wanted to make another hundred bucks. I looked up and he said "I will give you another $100 if you have your husband fuck you in your ass."

Now and again I enjoy hubby fucking my ass but everything has to right. As he is very thick and sometimes it can hurt quite a bit. I counter offered Brian and said that would cost $200. Brian and considered this and then told me he only had $200 left so if he was going to give it to me then hubby had to fuck my ass hard. He wanted hubby to just start pounding my ass and not start slow and gentle. I told him we'd compromise and I would do the best I could. 

With that hubby pulled out of my pussy and put the tip of his cock at my asshole. Brian stood up to get a better view of hubbys thick cock stretching my tight asshole. Hubby slowly started pushing his cock in my ass until all of a sudden without warning he slammed it into me. I sort of screamed and whimpered at the same time. It really hurt but there was still some pleasure there. Brian was cheering hubby on to fuck my ass hard. Hubby started to speed up pushing his cock in and out of my ass. It was just too much and I couldn't take it. I started to whimper and even had tears in my eyes. I asked hubby to stop and he did. Brian relented and agreed it was a lot of cock to have in my ass. So instead he would get to keep my wet panties and hubby and would finish fucking with cumming in my pussy and that would earn me the $200. I agreed.

Hubby then flipped me on my back and put my legs over his shoulders and began to pound my pussy again. I was moaning again and you could hear how wet my pussy was as hubby drilled me. After I few minutes he filled my pussy with his load. He crawled over to me to let me clean his cock with my mouth. I kept my legs spread so Brian could see the cum dripping from me.

As it was about 5 am Brian told us to sleep in his bed and he would sleep on the couch. Hubby and I were completely spent and fell asleep easily. Around 10 am I was making my way to the bathroom when I happened to look into the living room and saw Brian using my panties from the night before to jerk off....

To be continued



Paid for Pleasure - MILF



As I closed my eyes, my hand gripped the pole and I swayed to the beat. It was Metallica, Nothing Else Matters. Slow, heavy, wonderful music. I moaned slightly and lifted my left leg off the floor in my high heels. My heaving chest pulsed as the wetness came to my pussy.

Dancing, I felt more alive than at any moment on earth. The eyes upon my body made me totally absorbed in my own sexual high. The money being pushed inside my thong panties only served to heighten my erotic mood. I squatted and spread my legs, gripping the inside of my thighs as I did so, the nylon of my stockings feeling electric in my fingers as I made my way down my own legs in front of the twenty or so men gathered during their lunch hour to watch.

I ran to the car and headed to the school to pick up the kids. Showered, make up gone, conservative sundress covering my body. Nobody at the school knew of my secret life. My husband knew nothing. It was my secret.

Twelve months earlier I had decided to change my life. It was time to live for me. For years I had looked after the interests of my hubby, Steve, and my kids before my own. No longer.

The ad intrigued me. I had always loved dancing. Nothing felt more alive to me than immersing myself in the music and moving to the beat. Steve and I had fucked hundreds of times after being out dancing, and he always said that taking me dancing was the best aphrodisiac he had ever seen.

My first day at the club was frightening. Frightening but totally fucking horny too.

I watched Melissa, then Rachel perform, before it was my turn. I noticed that after they finished dancing, they would return to the tables where the men that had paid them the most attention, and put the most notes into their g-strings were sitting. It seemed as though they just liked to say thanks, and I thought no more about it, as it was my turn to get up and do my thing.

Anyway, as I said, the song was Metallica, and I stiffly began to move to the music as I gripped the pole and began to dance. My routine was sexy, but teasing. Provocative yet elegant. It was to become my trademark. I knew that I couldn't compete with the hot looking young ones. After all, at 41, I was hardly a spring chicken. I also knew that without formal dance training, I was unable to do what some of the girls did with the pole and other props. I had to be different. 

All my life I had loved to tease. I adored playing the bitch, and so, this became my way of being different. It set me apart from the other girls, and in time, won me my fair share of devoted fans and admirers who enjoyed the fact I didn't just hop up, move around and show off my pink bits! Other guys hated it, because they were there purely to see pussy, and I preferred to hint and tease.......which drove them mad.

I'd been living my secret life about two months. I was getting to know the girls much better, and the security guards called me "mum". I liked that. It suited me. I warmed to them and we all got on really well. I didn't threaten any of the other girls, as most of them were totally different in their dancing style.

The one thing I still hadn't quite figured out was how the girls were making so much more money than me. After all, we talked, and although I only worked two shifts a week at lunchtime, I was earning far less per shift than most of the others, despite the fact my own little fan club always stuffed my G full of twenty dollar bills.

One day, as I sat and sipped a spritzer before my routine, I chatted with Melanie, a bubbly, big boobed girl I had got to know well.

"Mel, tell me. How do the girls make so much more than me when we seem to do the same thing? Is there something I'm missing?"

"Ooh, Dee. It's time for the 'Wanna earn the big bucks' chat is it?" she smiled.

"Um. I guess so?" I answered questioningly, not really knowing what she meant.

"Dee. Before I go on, you need to understand something. This club is famous for it's dancers. We are known as the best looking, the best performing, and the most erotic club in Melbourne. Most guys come here to watch us dance and strip, and that's it. However, a small number also come for the 'added extras' some of the girls offer."

I looked at her quizzically, still not quite understanding exactly what she meant. She went on.

"Well babe, some of the girls here are happy just to dance, strip, flirt and go home. I am, you are, and so are more than half of us. However, the other half also like to make much more cash by.......you know.......having sex!"

"What?" I asked amazed. "Really? Here? Where? How? Tell me more!!!!"

I was shocked. I was shocked because a) I had no idea it had been happening; b) I was wondering in my mind who were the girls fucking for money, and 3) I was getting the pulsing in my pussy that suggested it might be something I would find totally fucking erotic!!

"Well, behind the rear bar there is a large door. You know, where Tony and Sid work? If a man enters that door, then he has made an arrangement with one of the girls to have sex for money. Behind the door is a small hotel which the owners have built, which acts as a brothel. Girls can take men in there and fuck for money, provided they pay a commission back to the establishment. In other words, the more they fuck, the more they earn. Now let me tell you babe, it ain't peanuts they're making. Cindy told me she made $3,000 last week alone, just for fucking three guys who were out on a buck's night! They wanted to all do her together, and so she decided to go for it!"

I sat stunned. I had no idea the rooms were there or were being used for this purpose. I also had never dreamt of earning anywhere near that much in a week, and never thought it possible.

As I danced that day my mind was racing. I moved with my regular teasing passion, but I looked at the men in the audience much differently. I wondered who would want to fuck me if I made them the offer. I wondered who was there for sex, and who was happy to just watch and fantasize. I also wondered who had money enough to pay for sex!

That night, after cooking dinner and putting the kids to bed, I lay in bed with my mind racing.

Steve has always been an excellent provider, and we also had a sensational sex life. I know we play around a lot more than most couples, but hey, we like it and we certainly don't get jealous or anything if we watch the other fucking someone else. 

I knew I didn't need the money. So why was my mind and pussy telling me to fuck for money? What was it about the thought of having sex in return for payment that was making me so fucking horny?

When Steve came to bed I jumped his bones like a wild woman. As I jammed my pussy down on his spurting cock and milked him for every drop, he asked.

"So who the hell was that I was fucking?"

"Me silly" I said, my body still wracking with shudders of post climactic bliss.

"Yeah right" he answered. "Either you were fantasizing about someone else or the devil took over your body today and replaced it with a fucking wildcat, babe."

"Honey. Have you ever paid for sex?" I asked, his expression priceless.

"What? Where the fuck did THAT come from?"

"Answer me baby, I need to know."

"Nope. Never have, and never will. Shit babe, I am married to a fucking sex show on legs four feet long. Why would I ever contemplate paying for it?"

He seemed slightly angry, as if I was accusing him of something.

"OOoh baby, It's not that, I just found ran into a woman at the gym today, and she told me she was a hooker at a strip club in town, that's all. I wondered what would make men pay to fuck her."

I quickly changed the subject, as I knew Steve would not like me working at a strip club, even though we had an open sexual relationship. He is a proud man and likes to know that I don't have to work, thanks to his salary.

I couldn't sleep that night though, and my mind kept going over all I had learned about the goings on at the club.

The next day I was not dancing, but I decided to go to the club and satisfy my curiosity. I sat at the bar and chatted with Jason, the daytime barman, about what I had learned. He said he knew it went on all the time, and that Trevor in management was the one who handled the "arrangements" with each of the girls. I watched several of my co-workers dance, noticing that Jasmine seemed very flirty with two guys after her routine was finished. In fact, after dancing, then chatting with them, she made her way to the rear door, and smiled as Tony let her through into what I now knew was the fucking rooms!

I decided to find out more, and so I went to the office area and knocked on Trevor's door. 

"Come on in, the door's open" he said.

"Hi Trev" just wondered if we could have a chat?"

"Sure mum" he jided, ad he stood and kissed me o the cheek. 

He was actually a great boss, and had shown that I could trust him, never letting anyone know about my life as a dancer for him. He was also bright, knowing that his confidentiality kept many of the women dancing at his club. He knew that if husbands, friends or family discovered what we were really up to, we would probably have to leave the club and stop dancing for him.

"So what's up, Kiddo?"

"I had a chat with some of the girls the other day, and I want to know more about the fucking rooms, and how it all works."

I just spat it out. He was not prepared. I'm sure he had kept this side of the business hidden from me because he thought I was too old, wanted to protect me, suspected I would never want to fuck for money, and a hundred other reasons.

"Whoa babe. Who told you that?"

"Trev, it's fine. Don't go all freaky on me. I'm a big girl. I just wanted to know how it works and what the rules are, and what sort of money the girls can earn if they do that sort of work."

"Dee. Let me be honest with you. The girls who do this work are different from you. They are young, and they need the money, or they love the work. Some do it because they use drugs. I am being totally honest with you. I don't think it's something you would enjoy. I certainly didn't expect you to do this kind of work when I hired you. I hired you because you have something most of the younger girls don't. Tease. No one in the club teases the way you do, and for that, men either love you or hate you. That kind of emotional connection beings them back time and time again. You don't need to fuck any of them, Dee."

He sat back in his chair, and I suspected he was embarrassed that I had assumed he wanted me to do this kind of work for him and for the club.

"Trev. Let me tell you something honey. If, and I emphasize IF, I decided to have sex for money, it would be by MY choosing, and after careful consideration of all factors. You know I am a horny old bitch, and for some reason, the thought of being paid to fuck has me intrigued. I honestly had no idea it happened here, and now that I know, it's made me look at the customers in a totally different way when I dance. So, tell me, how does it work?"

He sighed, leaned forward and looked me in the eye.

"You really want to know, huh?"

"Absolutely" I replied confidently, staring him in the eyes with my baby blues, that I know can still make a man hard.

"Ok, then comer over here and take a look for yourself."

He went to a small cupboard in the corner of his office, and opened the bifold doors to reveal a set of four monitors. Each one flickered between four images.

"There are 16 rooms in all, and we emply a full time cleaner to take care of housekeeping. Each room is fully monitored by surveillance, and security are connected at all times. Tony & Sid take care of everything as you know. Financially, each girl can charge what she likes, but the rate is $250 for the use of the room per session. In return for this amount, security, copies of all performances on DVD are provided if required, and each girl is given an extra $100 towards her superannuation per booking. It's all above board, and we operate with a formal brothel licence from the gaming and licensing board. Noone is doing this kind of work against their will, and we look after the girls who do this VERY well. Girls must produce a medical clearance monthly, which we fund, and apart from that, the girls merely use the facility as the client needs demand."

He was all business. I was glad he was, because it made it easy for me to then go away and think about it some more, knowing all the details.

"Wow. Seems like you have it all covered, Trev" I said when he had finished.

As he was about to speak, the screen in the bottom right hand corner flickered to life, and I saw Kylie walk in, with a man following close behind.

"Mind if I watch?"

"Go right ahead" he said, "But only for a minute or two ok? Our policy is that noone watched the girls perform unless they are working security, or if there is an issue I need to check out.

I watched Kylie. I didn't know her that well, but we had spoken a few times, and she had often danced after me on a Thursday lunch shift.

She spoke to the man in the room with her, and settled the cash issue before anything began. He paid her $750. In my mind, I knew that she was making $500 profit, plus the extra hundred into her super. Wow. 

Just as they began to kiss and he began to remove Kylie's clothes, Trev closed the cupboard doors.

"That's enough for now Mum!" he said. "Don't want you getting all horny in my office now, do we?"

He was right. I WAS getting horny.

"Thanks, Trev. Not sure if it's for me, but I appreciate you explaining and showing me how it all works."

He kissed me on the cheek as he too me by the hand and showed me from his office.

"No problem, Dee, and , if you ever decide to do anything more, let me know and we'll look after you. BUT, make sure you are doing it for the RIGHT reasons before you ever get paid for sex honey. Just some advice from an old pro!"

As I left the club that day, and picked up the kids, I decided to put the idea out of my ind for a while. After all, I didn't really need the money, and I could have sex whenever I wanted with whoever I wanted anyway!

The following Thursday I was doing my regular lunchtime shift, which involved a bracket of four songs. I decided to do my teasing nurse routine, and was wearing my all white nurses gear. PVC uniform, complete with hat, whit thigh boots, stockings and heaps of make up. As I began the last song, a regular, Shane, reached up and out a twenty in my garter. I smiled at him, knelt down and rubbed my hand slowly down his face, before blowing him a kiss. Just as I went to stand and resume my dance, he shouted;

"And if you ever want more, just ask!"

I finished my dance, and was about to leave, when his words came back to me. I wondered exactly what he meant. I had some time before I had to leave, so I decided to see what he was asking about.

I re-dressed in my nurses uniform, then went to the bar and got a mineral water, before finding him sitting alone in one of the side booths enjoying a beer and watching Jane as she did her baby oil routine.

"Howdy, Shane" I surprised him.

"Dee! What a pleasant surprise. Sit down. Can I get you a drink? Obviously not. Stupid question. Sorry, just a little excited. Never have seen you out here on the floor after one of your dances before."

"No, that's true" I said. "I'm fine, just wanted to know what you meant when you asked me up there if I ever 'wanted more, to just ask'."

He blushed, and I suspected he never thought I would take it any further. He had been watching me dance since I started at the club.

"Oooh, nothing really, babe, Just wanted you to know that I liked you, that's all."

He was shaking now, visibly nervous. I decided to tease him a little further.

"Well, if it's nothing..........but if you ever change your mind, and you think we can hook up after my dance, let me know ok?"

With that, I kissed him on the cheek, and left the booth, making sure to wiggle my ass as I walked off, leaving him with maximum effect.

Over the next two weeks, I didn't give it much more thought. Shane was not there the next time I danced, and I couldn't help wondering if I hadn't ruined the fantasy for him. I recall having an online lover in the early days of the internet. I spent a year getting to know him and we had cyber sex many, many times. Finally, I decided to meet him, and it scared him off forever. I wondered if Shane's visits to the club might have been similar fantasy.

Anyway, back to the story. I was writhing on my pole dressed as an office secretary three weeks later, when I noticed three men sitting together in one of the booths near the front of the table area, about ten metres from where I danced. It seemed as if a boss has taken his two younger men out to lunch. All three were impeccably dressed in business suits, and whilst not overly attractive, they exuded confidence and wealth. I got a little hornier than normal, and as I removed my skin tight skirt, I wiggled my legs apart and revealed my hand, deeply embedded in my hungry pussy for them to see clearly. I pumped my fingers in and out of my sopping pussy, before throwing my head back, laughing and moving away.

Finishing my routine, I gathered up my clothing and headed back to the dressing room. I was sitting at my chair brushing my hair and wiping off some of the sweat that had formed between my boobs, when Sid walked in and passed me a note written on a napkin. With the note was a small bundle of $100 dollar bills.

"Seems you made an impression on the suits" said Sid, before leaving the change room. 

This was weird for two reasons: first, I had never received anything directly from customers before, and; second, I had never actually heard Sid speak a word. The girls swore he was the best security guy in the place, but I had never heard him usher a word!

I counted the money first. There was a thousand dollars in the bundle. Ten clean, crisp $100 bills. Then I read the note.

"Triple that if you can find the time and have the desire to spend the afternoon with us."

I was speechless. All the thoughts of being paid for sex came flooding back to me in a flash. To say I was flattered was an understatement. To say I was confused would be the same. Could I, a married housewife, accept money for sex from total strangers? Should I, a married housewife with kids who had a secret life as a stripper, take the next step and become a whore for money? Would it make any difference to my already sexy secret life? And, finally the clincher for me, would it take my sexual excitement to the next, unexplored level, knowing that these three men would be paying to use me sexually in any way they wanted for the afternoon.

My decision was made. 

I neatly placed the ten bills into a garter belt and put the small bundle into my purse. Checking my reflection in the mirror, I reapplied some more ruby red lipstick, adjusted my hair, then too a huge deep breath and walked back out to meet the three men. 

On the stage Mandy was writhing to her favourite song dressed as a schoolgirl. Barbie Girl wasn't my idea of a stripping song, but her best customers loved the way she put on the young girl act, and I wondered if it wasn't just a little alarming that most of the guys wanted to fuck her because she looked so young!

I went to the bar and ordered a pina colada, my favourite cocktail, thinking I best be totally relaxed before going ahead with my plan.

As I sat there sipping the ice cold coconut flavoured drink through the straw, one of the men saw me, and approached slowly.

"Hi babe. Great show. Loved the way you sat flat on the ground with your legs apart -- does that hurt?"

Small talk. Cut to the chase.

"Actually no, I've been able to do that ever since I was a little girl. Now, shall we get things going and move to a quieter place?" I asked, all business.




Paid for Pleasure - MILF



The last thing I wanted these three men to think was that this was my first time. I was worried they might have second thoughts of spending so much money on me if they knew just how nervous, hesitant and anxious I really was. I say anxious, but it was really a different kind of feeling that gripped me as he took me by the hand and lead me to the table where the other two were seated.

"Good news, guys. She's accepted our offer. By the way, what's your name, babe?"

"Dee, my name is Dee" I said, trying to convey calmness in my voice as the other guys smiled and introduced themselves.

As we all walked towards the back entrance, Sid was waiting, his huge arms crossed on his chest. Again surprising me, he leant down and whispered in my ear;

"I'll be watching babe. If they do anything you don't like, bite down hard on your bottom lip and I'll be in there before you know it."

"Thanks, Sid" I said, genuinely glad that someone would be looking over me.

As the three men and I walked into one of the rooms in the back area, I thought for a moment. If Sid was able to watch me the whole time to know if I was in need of help, he must also be able to see everything I did with these guys. That made me hotter than I already was. The fact that he would also be watching as I fucked three complete strangers for the first time for money, made my nipples ache with anticipation. Sexual anticipation. This was going to be fun.

In the room, the elder man closed the door, then approached me, handing me another bundle of cash. I played it cool, and counted it. Two thousand. Correct, just as promised. Three grand to spend an afternoon with them.

"I'm Ed. This is James, and he's Troy" he said, introducing the other two. "I promised them I'd take them out for a day they would never forget if they achieved our targets this quarter. So...here we are!"

"Take a seat, boys" I told them, indicating they should all sit on the bed.

In my secretary's outfit, I moved slowly in a dancing motion. I told them to strip as I wiggled and writhed in front of them in the small room. I threw my hair and head around a little for effect as I watched the men undress. Ed was paunchy, as most middle aged men are, but the two young guys were in great shape. James was slim, with a long, lithe body like a runner. Troy, however, was my kind of guy. He had a totally hairless chest, with nice pecs, and a six pack that my hubby Steve used to have!

All three of them played shy, leaving on their underwear. Ed wore jocks, James in some really nice Calvin boxers, and Troy was wearing a small bikini style black pair of undies. Very nice.

Slowly I began to strip. I was wearing the blouse and skirt over my stockings and suspenders, with a thong underwear. Unbuttoning the shirt, I curled my finger to Ed, indicating that he should come and join me in font of the other two as they watched.

Ed stepped in behind me, and his hands found my breasts as I continued to unbutton my blouse. Pulling it free once undone, Ed's hands caressed and squeezed my boobs as they sat encased in my bra. I reached back with my hand and found his cock, now erect, pressing into the palm of my hand. I gave it a squeeze as his teeth found the nape of my neck, and gave me a sexy wet bite!

I threw my head forward, wanting to avoid him leaving a mark. As I did so, he grabbed the shirt and pulled it from my body, leaving me standing in front of the three men in my stockings, suspender belt, bra and heels. I love wearing this older style lingerie, and judging by the erections the three men now had, they did too.

"Get on your knees, baby, and suck my dick in front of these young studs. Show 'em how a man's cock should be worshipped."

His words were firm, but not threatening, and as he had paid me three thousand dollars, I did what I was told. I acted the whore, and was loving every minute of it.

I dropped to my knees, positioning myself to the side so they could see what I was doing as I blew their boss. Ed stood there, hands on hips, in the classic 'having his dick sucked' pose al us women know so well! I moistened his whole shaft, using small sucking and licking motions at first. Then, I forced his penis into my throat until I was able to take all of his dick into my mouth and throat. I'd say he was about seven inches long, because I managed to get it all in without any discomfort. 

His hands dropped to my head and gripped my hair, pinning my throat on his dick for a good ten seconds, before he let go and I gasped for breath a little before resuming my blowjob. The sight of his boss forcing his dick into my throat must have been too much for Troy, because suddenly I felt hands on my boobs as I was on my knees. My bra was removed, and the hands were soon replaced by a hot, wet tongue. It felt wonderful to have my nipples sucked as I sucked another man's penis. I looked up between the two studs and noticed that James was still sitting on the bed. However, he had removed his boxers, and I was delighted to see he had a large erection, and I DO mean LARGE. 

The fingers in my pussy snapped my attention back to the two men making love to me. I sucked on Ed's dick harder now, wanting to make him almost cum, as Troy fingered my already wet pussy. His fingers weren't rough, but it was clear from his touch that he was not overly experienced with women.

"Pity" I thought, because with that body he was made for fucking!

I decided to take charge a little, and so told Ed to lay down on the bed next to James, who was still there slowly stroking that magnificent cock of his. I then told Troy to take off my g-string, and I was totally naked apart from the stockings and suspenders in a room with three men about to fuck me! It made me totally horny to be truthful, and I went to work......

Once in position, I climbed onto Ed's face and positioned my pussy over his mouth. He needed no further invitation, his experienced tongue dipping into my pussy deeply before withdrawing and beginning a sensational flickering motion on my clit. I had Troy stand on the bed over Ed, his dick facing my mouth, and I began sucking him as I rode Ed's face below me. 

Suddenly, and after only about twenty seconds, Troy's dick began to spurt in my mouth, and I was shocked that he had started to cum so soon after we started getting into it! Regardless, I swallowed his load like a pro, splashing a few drops onto my boobs for effect, and made a scene of his cock as it spasmed into softness in my mouth.

"Jesus, Troy. What's the rush?" asked Ed, his tongue momentarily removed from it's oral duties.

Embarrassed, Troy moved away and sat on the chair in the corner, watching as his boss returned his attention to my cunt. 

James now decided to get in on the action, and he approached me to suck my nipples and kiss me. I had a feeling hookers didn't kiss, but I love kissing, and enjoyed the intertwining of our tongues as his hands explored my boobs. I reached over and enjoyed feeling the girth of his cock as it stuck straight up towards the roof. 

It was time to fuck.

Raising my pussy from Ed's talented tongue, I moved forward until my pussy was positioned over his penis. Slowly, I lowered down until my wetness engulfed him, and he took a deep breath as his hands grabbed my hips and he began fucking me from underneath on the bed. We got into a nice rythmn, with my hands supporting my bodyweight and Ed's penis pushing up and down inside me as we fucked on the bed. James kept sucking my tits, until Ed stopped and said;

"Time for the young bloke to take a turn".

I was not unhappy, for his dick was looking even bigger than it had when I first caught sight of it. 

I spun my body round on the bed, offering my pussy to James doggie style. In front of me, Ed remained laying on the bed, and so I began my first ever paid threesome! I sucked on Ed's cock, tasting my own juices mixed with his pre cum, as James pushed his monster into me from behind, eliciting a gasp from me as my pussy adjusted to the girth of his cock.

I loved the feeling as I was fucked from behind slowly, my mouth plunging down on to Ed's cock each time James pushed into me deeper. They were good these two, because I enjoyed a thoroughly gorgeous threesome fuck for about ten minutes, before Troy appeared next to us all on the bed, his once soft cock now erect once more! I was impressed!

"Check this out old man" he said, "I'm ready to go again, so how about you let a young stud get some of this fine ass?"

I had other ideas.

"Whoa there stud" I said, stopping him as he tried to takeover.

"Have you ever done a woman in the ass before?" I asked, Troy's eyes nearly popping out of his head.

"Actually, no."

"Me neither", said James, and suddenly I worried that I might not fit that monster into my little butt hole!

"Shit, babe, it's been years since I fucked a woman in the ass, but hey, I'm game if you are! Let's go!" said Ed.

"Ok, but all three of you are gonna have to get me ready first, ok?" I asked.

I stood from the bed and went to the small dresser. Melanie had told me the dresser drawers were full of condoms, lubricants, tissues, etc. I selected the lubricant and three condoms. I wanted to make sure each guy didn't cu in my bum, but also wanted them to last long enough for me to also climax with my fingers as I had my ass fucked.

I got in the doggie position once more on the bed, adjusting the pillows to get comfortable, and passed the lube to Ed, thinking that he would know what to do better than the two youngies. 

I was right.

He carefully applied some lube to my anus, easing it in and around the entrance with his pointer finger, before pushing it in and wiggling it round a little. Then, he applied more to the fingers of each of the young guys, and told them to do the same.

James was nervous, and I assumed as his fingers pushed into my ass that mine was the first butt he would ever have played with in this way. I pushed back nastily as he finger fucked my bum, showing him the muscle in there relaxes and expands when loosened up slowly. Troy pushed his finger in at the same time, and suddenly I was letting two strange men stick their fingers in my ass in front of their boss on the bed preparing to fuck them all with my butt.

God I was hot now!

Troy decided he wanted to go first, and put a condom on his erection, before positioning himself behind me.

"Go easy, baby. Take your time. Let's both enjoy it ok?" I said.

"Oooh fuck, I am going to enjoy this, don't worry!" he said, as his hand guided the head of his cock into my ass in front of his boss and workmate.

I moaned and grunted as I felt the first insertion. My bum was nice and wet, and also ready to receive it's invader, but the first time a cock slips into my ass each time I still have my breath taken away at the intensity of that very first invasion.

Troy held me by the hips and moved very slowly, until we both felt my anus relax and then almost engulf his cock as he began to butt fuck me. I pushed back and suddenly I was on fire, with the strange cock fucking my ass slow and deep.

James reached forward and played with my jiggling boobs as his mate ass fucked me next to him. He seemed keen to watch my face as I moaned, grunted and groaned around the cock inside my asshole. He actually reached down to kiss me, and I snaked my tongue around his teeth as I was butt fucked by Troy. 

Ed decided to get on the action and began fingering my pussy and clit once more. It was a delightful combination. The pumping motion of Troy in my ass, Ed's hands buzzing my clit and invading my pussy. I could feel Troy's cock being touched by Ed's fingers through the thin membrane that separates my pussy from my ass as I was fucked. It was wild.

I reached down and took Ed's penis in my hand, rubbing the shaft up and down as my ass was fucked by his workmate. It was delicious to feel the stiff hardness of a man's dick as another pushed in and out of my bowels.

James came round in front of us and I offered me his large penis to suck. I marvelled at the way it felt as I struggled to work my mouth around its girth. I managed to lick the head a bit like a lollipop as my ass was being fucked, until Ed told James to sit back on the bed and told me to fuck him.

Behind me, an audible 'pop' came from my bum as Troy eased his dick out of my tightest opening, so that I could move up and ride James' cock beneath me. I eased the head of him into my moist pussy that Ed had made wet with his fingering. It felt lovely, as my lips, then my vagina stretched to accommodate the size of the penis underneath me.

For a few minutes I kissed James on the lips as we fucked in front of his friends, my back to them as they watched my body bounce up and down on the large organ inside me. Then, Ed said he wanted in on this action, and I felt him positioning himself behind me, wanting to fuck my ass.

It had been a while since I had been double penetrated, but the excitement of the experience of being paid to fuck made me want it more than anything at that moment. I reached back and fingered my own bum hole, making sure it was loose and wet once more.

"Ok old man, show me what you got! Butt fuck me while I ride this monster..." I said, putting on the nastiness for effect! I figured if they paid that much, I would give them a show they would never forget.

In an instant he was inside me, the smoothness of his entry evidence that my body was indeed in the mood for some wild, nasty group sex. I managed to push back with my cheeks as my pussy relaxed away from the large dick inside me momentarily, before jamming back on the monster and allowing Ed's penis to glide backwards along my anal passage.

Time and time again we moved this way, our three bodies working in unison. Ed's hands were on my hips, gliding the process of fucking my ass in and out, as James continued to play and fondle my boobs. Troy moved to the side, and again I was offered a cock to suck, which I did with relish! The feeling of all three men's penises inside me was amazing, and I quickly approached my climax!

"Bam!"

It hit me like a brick. My body convulsed, the cock in my mouth received a rather savage bite, and the one in my ass almost got lost in the backwards jamming movement as I spasmed time and time again in my orgasmic state. It lasted almost a full minute, and by the time I had began to subside from my cum, Ed had lost his own control and spewed his load of goo into his condom in my ass. I loved the way he left his cock in my bottom as it pulsed and the seed was spewed forth into the rubber sheath. I enjoyed every single pulsation in my bum, until James cried out, squeezed my boobs and gave a huge push. His big dick also spewed his juices deep into the condom which was buried in my now sopping pussy, and I became blissfully aware of the three of us climaxing almost together as our bodies shuddered then shook, before we collapsed into a cuddling mess on top of James.

Troy was left out, but soon made good by announcing he was cumming too. I stuck my butt high in the air, and invited him to cum on my ass. He ripped off his condom, and then pumped his cock in his fist until the wonderful white semen shot forward, landing on my bum cheeks in small puddles. I knew exactly what to do, I reached back with both hands, and then rubbed the goo all over my ass cheeks, until it made that sexy white lather that a man's cum turns into when rubbed all over the skin.

I loved it! The guys were laughing in an admiring way. I stepped from the bed, danced around in front of the three men who had just cum, and then wiped the white goo all over my body and boobs in front of them.

It was truly a wicked afternoon, and one I will never, ever forget.