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Prostitute

By: Selene



The night was chilly and damp. I wasn't dressed for it but at first I hardly noticed the weather... I stood at a street corner in Chapeltown and, looking at my watch, I could see it was just past ten o'clock. I had a long night ahead of me. The cobbles shone wetly and black, with orange lights and streetsigns reflected in the puddles and mist haloing the streetlamps. I teetered on five-inch heels, to which I was unaccustomed, worried that any false step could send me sprawling into the gutter. I'd tried the shoes on earlier, at home, and seen how they affected the way I stood - forcing me onto tiptoe, my bottom thrust out, my breasts held high, to achieve that precarious balance. It had been hard enough to walk on the smooth surface of my kitchen lino. Now I had maybe six hours or so ahead of me - although of course, I didn't expect to be standing up all that time...

I'd tried on the whole outfit earlier that day for the first time. You'd brought it round, you'd chosen every item, none of which I'd ever seen before. It wasn't the sort of thing I'd ever have worn normally, not even to a party - well, maybe to a tarts and vicars do, but actually I'd probably have gone as a female vicar. The clothes I had on consisted of a tacky black PVC halter-neck top which zipped up the front as far as the plunging neckline; a red lace suspender-belt and seamed black stockings; and over that, a microscopically short black leather miniskirt with a zip all the way up one side - a zip, you'd informed me, which was to remain fully open at all times. Not that it made much difference - the skirt was so short that it cleared my stocking-tops by a couple of inches anyway and little, very little, was left to the imagination.

I had to admit that I rather liked the way the skintight PVC halterneck supported my tits and gave me an impressive cleavage. If it had been made of less cheap material it could have looked quite stunning. As it was, the overall effect of the outfit - finished by those cliff-edge five inch red stilettos - was tawdry, sleazy and cheap. As a rule I didn't wear much make-up but tonight was an exception. If nothing else, it was a mask to hide behind. It was highly unlikely that anyone who knew me would be passing through Chapeltown - and no-one who did would think to recognise the ordinary housewife they knew in the painted whore loitering for a client on the street-corner.

You'd bought me the pitch for the night - otherwise there's no way I'd have been allowed to stand there, plying a trade that was to be my calling for the night - for just one night... You'd even fixed me up a room nearby, so that I could take any clients back who wanted to pay the extra. But you'd warned me that most of my business would take place right there on the street. My instructions were simple. I was to stand there until you came to fetch me and I was to take all comers... Half an hour had passed and apart from one or two other girls further down the street, Chapeltown seemed deserted. Of course it was early yet - the pubs were still full. Come chucking-out time, things would be different.

You'd dropped me off early so that the full enormity of what I was about to undertake would have time to sink in. Earlier it hadn't seemed real - it was just a game. Now the initial adrenaline surge was beginning to wear off and I began to feel the chill of the evening striking into my inadequately-covered flesh. I clasped my arms about me, envying the girl I could see about fifty yards away, in her short but cosy fur coat. You'd smiled slyly when I'd asked what I was to wear over the top of my outfit. 'You'll do as you are', you'd said. 'The cold will give you an incentive to work hard'. When you'd arrived with the clothes and told me what I was to do tonight, I'd felt a thrill of undeniable excitement mixed in with the fear. You knew, of course, because I'd told you, that acting as a prostitute for the night was one of my favourite fantasies and of course we'd acted the scenario out between us many times. But this was different - this was on another level entirely. This was the real thing and it had never occurred to me that I'd ever actually be in the position I was now in.

But here I was, and what was more, I was here with your blessing. More even than that, I was under orders. I couldn't refuse this experience whether I thought I wanted to or not. You'd given me this chance as if conferring a privilege on me - this was a gift from you to me, albeit a gift of a strange kind. I wondered too how you felt about sharing me with any number of strangers. This too was new territory for us. Occasionally, you'd made me perform for various of your friends and acquaintances, but always under your direct control. Tonight I was at the whim of a host of unknowns... I might pick up one or two punters or possibly a legion of them - I had no way of knowing exactly what lay ahead...

I was so busy mulling these thoughts over, turning the implications round and around in my head that I almost missed my first punter altogether. He'd come right up to me and was even now taking hold of my arm and motioning with his head around the corner into the alleyway between the back-to-backs. 'Not seen you around before', he said. 'No, I'm new', I answered and he smiled. 'You'll be busy tonight then, love' he commented, pushing me into a doorway and undoing his flies. 'Ten pounds for a wank, twenty for a blow-job, forty for a fuck', I said, not absolutely sure what the going rates were but not really caring either. He produced a couple of ten-pound notes, which I stuffed down the front of my halter-neck top, and pushed me to my knees on the cobbles.

I had a split-second vision of myself as I must appear to an observer, as I took this unknown man's cock into my mouth. I could hardly believe I was doing it yet in another way it seemed the most natural thing in the world. It was a simple act, after all, and one I'd performed countless times in the past. When you're down there on your knees a cock is just a cock and bar some exceptionally unusual ones, any cock could be attached to any body really... Or so I reasoned in that split-second before I had to stop thinking and concentrate on the job in hand.

Funnily enough, it took much less time than I'd expected. I rather prided myself on the quality of my blow-job technique, but this man wasn't interested in a virtuoso performance. He just wanted to come, and after only a couple of minutes thrusting fairly roughly in and out of my mouth, come he did, grunting as if in pain as he shot a decent load of cum down my throat. Judging by the quantity and the speed of his response, it had been a fair while since his last orgasm. He pulled away from me and did up his flies. With a muttered 'Goodnight, love' he set off back into the main street and I got to my feet, slightly unsteadily and almost light-headed with relief.

I'd just survived my first encounter, it had been a success and I'd lived to tell the tale. In fact it had been relatively easy really. Perhaps I was a natural. Walking gingerly I picked my way back across the cobbles to the main street. I glanced at my watch. The entire incident had lasted barely fifteen minutes. I felt high on adrenaline, I no longer felt cold. I stood on my pitch more confidently, even though I stood alone - the other girls might tolerate me for the night, they knew the score, but I wasn't one of them and they kept their distance. I didn't care. I felt wrapped in my task as if in a protective blanket. I wanted to be alone, so that I could experience it as clearly and cleanly as possible - no distractions...

My second client appeared and again I found myself on my knees on the cobbles. Only my second man yet already I felt as if I'd been doing this for years. This one was less prepossessing than my first - he smelt, he had a huge beergut, his clothes looked like he slept in them. He didn't talk much but held my head so closely as he thrust his cock in and out of my mouth that I was stifled. I wished he'd hurry up and come but he was slower than the first one too. My jaws ached and my temples throbbed with pressure. I was trying to breathe through my nose but what with his body and the way he held me it was difficult. I slipped my fingers between his legs, massaging his balls with one hand while pressing hard, suddenly, on his perineum with the other. This did the trick and brought him to orgasm but he pulled back as he came and shot his cum all over my face.

I wasn't sure what etiquette was in this sort of case. Maybe he even thought he'd done me a favour, not coming in my mouth. He looked down at me, the spunk dripping off my nose and chin, plastered all over my cheek, gleaming orange in the sodium light from the streetlamp down the way. He grinned. 'Lick it', he said and dutifully I put out my tongue and licked off what I could. 'You're a good sport', he said. 'I'll look out for you again'. And with that he vanished into the night. Subdued, I got to my feet, wiping what remained of his cum off my face with the back of my hand. I had nothing with me to repair the damage to my make-up and already I could feel the tightness as his cum dried on my skin. This had somehow been different to the first encounter. It couldn't just be because of the unattractiveness of the man - I hadn't found the first one attractive after all - but this had been different.

Perhaps it was just that it was beginning to dawn on me that I really did have no choice in the matter. No choice... those words were a powerful charm to me. So many times I'd heard them and every time they were uttered by you I felt a rush of juice in my cunt as the charm worked its magic in my mind. Yet almost always the matter in which I had no choice was one in which I didn't want any choice anyway. You took away my freedom in order to free me to do those things that, when I *was* free, I didn't have the nerve to demand. It was a paradox but one we both understood and used to our mutual advantage. Now once again I had no choice but I felt less in control and more worrying, I wasn't sure that *you* were in control either. But I shook my head free of that unworthy thought. Of course you were in control. I hobbled back to my corner, my knees bruised from the cobbles, holes in my stockings. What with that and my face, I was looking somewhat the worse for wear and now, I realised, the streets were suddenly full - the pubs had emptied of their clientele and my night was about to begin in earnest.

The next couple of hours passed in a blur. I lost track of the numbers of men I serviced. Almost every one of them simply wanted a blowjob and I would hardly make it back to the main street, my mouth still full of the taste of the previous client, before the next had hurried me back around the corner and was undoing his flies while I crouched on the cold, wet stones at his feet. The stack of notes in my halter-neck top was growing. I stopped thinking about the men - the job became entirely mechanical at this stage. My face ached as never before, the amount of cum in my stomach made me sick to think of it, any glamour the job had had for me had vanished long ago, round about the time my fourth punter had followed his orgasm - another in-my-face number - with a few swift and hard slaps and harder words.

My eyes had filled with tears but I told myself he was a sad bastard and anyway, he had a very small dick which probably explained everything. I was quite surprised when occasionally a fuck was called-for - then I extricated a condom from a small pouch under my skirt but so far, the one or two men who'd wanted sex had settled for a quick knee-trembler in the alley, pressing me back - or forwards - against a doorway. That had been better than the endless succession of blow-jobs - for a start my legs were protesting at all the time spent on my knees on the unforgiving cobbles - and it made for a break from swallowing jet after jet of come...

Around one there was another lull and I actually made it back onto the street this time without meeting any prospective client on the way. My legs were actually trembling with exhaustion by this time - partly it was all the kneeling and partly it was the strain of those damn heels. I just wasn't used to them and it felt like a heavy task in its own right just trying to balance and walk in them. I knew I must look a mess by now and when the car pulled up beside me, although I didn't recognise it, at first I wondered if it was you come to take me home. I would have gone happily, relieved the night was over. It was perfectly possible that you'd be in a strange car - I assumed you'd been keeping an eye on me all night, one way or another...

But it wasn't you I saw as I stepped up to the wound-down window. The man inside asked me to get in and take him to my room for a fuck. I looked around quickly, trying to see you. Of course I couldn't and you'd prepared for this eventuality so I assumed you'd be watching over me. Nevertheless, getting into that car felt incredibly dangerous and my admiration for the women who made this their daily work increased in leaps and bounds. Once in the car, I relaxed a little, because the man who was driving had an open, friendly sort of face with a distinct twinkle in his eye. 'Where to, love?' he asked and I gave him directions - in fact the room was only a couple of hundred yards away but I had to admit, it was blissful sitting down if only for a few minutes.

I was pleased to be able to take stock at last and start thinking again instead of merely functioning as a physical receptacle for all these men's most basic needs. The man I was about to fuck must have been in his mid-fifties. He was on the stout side but quite powerfully-built - like a man who'd prided himself on his body in his youth but who now had let go rather. He was balding and about the same height as me in my stilettos, so not very tall. But there was something about him - a certain physical ease and confidence. I was glad he'd opted to come back to the room. Something of my initial excitement returned. I led the way upstairs and unlocked the door. The room was simply-furnished to say the least - there was a double bed, spread with a sheet alone; a chair and small chest-of-drawers; a frayed rug on top of old green lino; and a wash-basin; but it was clean and the gas-fire was already on, burning on its lowest setting, so the place was warm and seemed very welcoming, to my cold and weary bones at any rate.

He sat on the bed and unlaced his boots, then looked up at me. 'Let's see you strip then love' he said. Strange, after so many men that night, this was the first time I'd actually had to undress. For a moment I felt like a novice all over again. Then I thought, what the hell, it's warm here and he seems nice enough - the longer he stays with me here, the longer till I have to go back out on the streets... Slowly, I inched the zipper down on the halter-neck top. In fact the zip was more decorative than functional - the way to get out of the top was to release the clips behind my neck and waist - but I was going to make this a show he'd remember... However, I'd forgotten about all the money I'd stuffed down there during the course of the evening. Suddenly, as the zip inched below a critical point, showers of tenners fluttered out and fell all over the floor. The man on the bed roared with laughter and I blushed as I stooped down to pick them all up as quickly as I could. As I bent down, of course my breasts fell out of the top and what had been going to be a slow and elegant strip was dangerously near descending into farce.

My client was now wiping tears of mirth from his eyes. Although mortified at first, I couldn't help suddenly seeing the funny side myself and as I shoved all the money into the chest-of-drawers a giggle escaped me too. I sat down suddenly on the bed beside him, too weak in the knees with laughter and weariness for my legs to support me. 'It's clear you're not an expert at this' my client said when he'd regained his composure - although he was still grinning broadly. 'You're right,' I admitted. 'It's the first time I've ever done anything like this really'. 'Why start now?' he asked, clearly intrigued. 'It's a long story, you don't want to hear really' I said. 'Try me' he said. Well, orders are orders... I wasn't about to go into my entire sexual history but I had to come up with something that was as near to the truth as possible. 'OK,' I said. 'if you really want to know - I always fancied having a go at this and... well, my boyfriend dared me... so this is a one-off, tonight. I'm doing it for a dare.'

His eyes widened as he took in what I'd said. Then he expelled his breath in a long slow whistle. 'Well, well, well...' he said. 'I've struck lucky tonight and no mistake. A woman who's doing it for the love of the thing - that's a rare commodity, that is.' He thought for a moment, drumming his fingers on his knees. 'You'll carry on with the strip and we'll fuck' he said. 'But I'm just going to call a couple of my friends. You've no objection I take it? Come one come all?' I thought for a split-second. This possibility hadn't occurred to me but after all, why not? You'd told me to take all comers and if they came three-at-a-time, what of it? Furthermore.... my mouth curved in a smile. Maybe more than just one of my fantasies was about to be realised tonight...

He asked me the address and I was glad I'd made a mental note of it when you'd shown me the room earlier that day. He made a couple of calls on his mobile and I had visions of men waking blearily in their marital beds and being summoned to an orgy with no prior warning. I couldn't help wondering whether they thought it was a wind-up but my client didn't seem to worry about disturbing them at this late hour. And if he wasn't worried, there was no reason why I should be. He smiled when he put his 'phone away. 'We should have plenty of time to ourselves first,' he commented. 'I'd like to have you all to myself for a bit - but this is something I had to share...'

He jerked his head at me - a clear gesture that told me it was time to get on with the strip. While he'd been speaking on the 'phone I'd pulled my zipper up a bit so that I could start again and make a better attempt at it this time. The earlier fiasco and our subsequent chat had cemented some sort of bond between us. We seemed less like prostitute with client now and more like sexual partners... I hardly knew this man but felt that he was someone who in other circumstances I'd get along well with. I felt relaxed with him now and that showed in my movements as I rose to my feet, sashayed around to stand in front of him and teasingly began to lower my zipper once more.

I kepy my movements slow and seductive, swaying my hips as I balanced in those criminally-high heels, and freed my breasts with a flourish. I tossed the PVC halter-neck onto the chair and caressed my breasts lovingly. It felt good, the air on them after they'd been sweatily bound in plastic for all these hours. I teased my nipples with my fingertips, hardening them... using my hands cupped around my breasts to show them off - after all, they were one of my best features in most men's eyes. My friend - as I had begun to think of him - smiled appreciatively and I leant towards him, offering him them to suck. I only let him have the merest lick before pulling away again and then, holding his gaze with my own, I bent my head and lifted my left breast to my own lips. I sucked the nipple into my mouth and chewed gently on the end. It felt good and I knew he enjoyed seeing me do this. But I was conscious of time slipping away and stepped back again. It was time to get on with the strip.

Next to go was my skirt - all I had to do was unhook the catch that held it in place around my waist - but I held onto the waistband with both hands after I'd undone it, conscious that once I let it fall he'd be able to see my cunt and not wanting to reveal all to him immediately. I turned my back and held the skirt - now one rectangle of leather - wide, and as if it was a towel with which I was drying myself, I rubbed my arse against it. Then I lowered my arms slowly, slowly... inching the skirt down so that more and more of my arse was revealed to him - as was the fact, if he hadn't guessed it already, that I wasn't wearing knickers. Now it was the turn of the skirt to be thrown neatly onto the chair as I stood there clad only in my narrow red suspender-belt, black stockings and red shoes. I knew my back view must be delightful, my round arse framed in red lace and black nylon. My friend certainly seemed to think so - I could hear him clearing his throat.


Prostitute Lover



I love toothless crack whores, prostitutes in general, really. I sometimes flash my headlights at night twice in the shadier parts of town just to get their attention. I take them to a parking lot or a back alley and they suck me off. No strings. No dinner, no pretending. You've got what I want and I've got the cash. The excitement of being in public with these disgusting, desperate people brings me to orgasm in seconds. My wife doesn't know.

The first time I encountered one, she offered to suck my dick for ten bucks. I was just walking downtown when I heard a loud, shrill, "Hey."

I turned around only to see this pathetic, emaciated girl with maybe three teeth. She was wearing a loose sundress and no shoes. 

"I'll suck your dick for ten bucks."

I was floored. I wondered what her dry lips would feel like sliding over my dick. I watched as she walked over, the sundress flowed around her. I smiled. She approached, so close I could smell her stench, stale and rank. As awful as it was, the thought of her mouth and thick crusted lips on my dick caused a raging hard on.

We snuck behind some bushes, near a deserted parking lot and she taunted me. The entire time, I was nervous as hell. 

"You want this shit, don't you, baby."

She licked her lips and began tugging at my pants. I could feel my dick rise and pulsate in time with the nervous beating of my heart.

"Give me the money first." She demanded.

I fished into my pockets and nervously pulled out a ten. I handed it to her. She smiled, showing clearly that she had only three teeth. I was disgusted. I let her unzip my pants. She was not tender or subtle.

She gobbled up my dick fervently, sliding her thick, nasty mouth over it. I pushed her head with my hand, forcing her down, gently. I stroked her hair, it was saturated in oil. Her gaze didn't leave my face for the entire time. 

I wondered if she thought I would hurt her. That could be why she stared at me the entire time. At one point, her few teeth scraped my dick. I remember her head hitting my belly only six times until I pumped a load into her gaping mouth. She swallowed it down, stood up and ran towards the street.

"Thanks, baby." She yelled.

I zipped my pants and went home. I was "hooked."

Maybe it is the desperation that I'm attracted to. I don't think I'd ever hurt any of them. 

I've actually gone to prostitutes quite a few times since. I occasionally get my dick sucked by male prostitutes. My first time was memorable. I was cruising, looking for some action one Saturday night. My wife assumed that I was out with the guys and I guess in a way I was. I saw an attractive young buck and thought "why not." He was obviously looking for a "john." I pulled my car toward him at the side of the road.

I watched as he strutted to my car, his jean shorts were tight, I could see his bulge as well as the inside pockets of the jeans which were hanging out on either side of the bulge. He was wearing a tight yellow wife-beater and rhinestone studded sandals.  

"Hi. How's it going?" He asked. His voice was deeper than I thought it would be.

"Fine, fine."

"Are you a cop?" He questioned.

"God no," I replied.

He tried to open my car door but it was locked. I leaned in and pulled the handle for him from the inside. 

"A gentleman!" The hooker smiled.

We sped off into the night and discussed his terms. He asked me what I wanted and agreed to suck my dick for 30 dollars. I veered the car behind an empty shopping center. I fished the cash from my pocket and handed it over. I kicked my seat back, excited and curious about this new and unusual experience. 

"You are going to love this," he promised as I unzipped my pants.

He leaned down and began fitted me with a condom from one of his jean pockets. I don't prefer to use condoms, but he insisted. I felt his cold hands grab hold of my cock. The contrast of the warmth of the car and his frozen fingers made me jump. He pushed against my chest gently.

He finally fitted the condom completely over my thick dick then leaned into my lap. His mouth enveloped my cock and his face was pressed down against my bush. He sucked my right nut into his mouth, still with my dick in it, and then sucked up the left one. I gasped, afraid that he would hurt me, at the same time mesmerized by his skill. He sucked my entire package for a moment then released my balls from the clutches of his mouth. He began to suck me, down then up then down again. He stroked at my balls with his fingers and tickled the head of my dick with his tongue. I was ready to explode. 

He jerked at my dick with his hand, his mouth still around the head of my cock. His clasp on my dick was tight and hard and I came intensely. He snapped the condom off my piece and chucked it out the window.

"Did you like that?" He asked sarcastically.

"Have you ever sucked a guy's dick?" He asked.

"No," I answered.

"Did you want to try? I won't charge you."

I thought about it for a moment and decided that I should at least find out what it is like. 

"Sure."

I watched as the hooker unzipped his tight jean shorts. When I saw his long and massive piece I felt self-conscious of my own. I thought there was no way I could perform like he did. 

"Don't be scared, I know it is intimidating. But I'll go easy on you."

He slipped a condom on and I leaned in and licked the head of his dick. He guided me with his hands until I was choking; I lifted up quickly in response. 

I didn't like sucking dick at all. But it doesn't matter who sucks mine. 



Prostitute Part Time



“We have the rent to pay. What are we going to do?”, I said to my husband, Bill.

“I don’t know. I know we are behind in the rent. Maybe something will work out.”

“You’ve been saying that for a long time. I know you couldn’t help from being laid off at your good job.  But, I’m getting desperate.”

“Betty, you know I’m trying. We’re both working at McDonalds while I continue to look for a job with my skills.  When the economy gets better, I’ll surely be making good money.”

“That’s too far in the future. We need the money right now before we get evicted. The landlord was here again today to say if we didn’t come up with the money, we had to move. Where are we going to move?  Where will our two children sleep?  By the way, every time that slimy landlord sees me, he looks me up and down like he is undressing me.”

Bill knew most men took a second look at his very pretty and sexy wife.  He was proud of the fact other men looked at Betty.

A couple of days later the landlord, Tom, came to the house while I was alone.

He said, “Listen pretty lady, you are three months behind in the rent. I’ve been rather patient with you and your family. You have to pay or move.”

I gave him a pretty smile, “I know you need your money, but we don’t have it.  We’ve already borrowed from friends to buy food and pay the utility bills. Please give us more time.”

“I’m sorry, but either pay or move.  Or.....”, his voice trailed off.

“What do you mean or....”

“Well, you are a pretty lady and very sexy looking. If you would be friendly with me, maybe we could work something out.”

“You bastard.  What do you think I am?”

“That’s up to you, sexy lady. Think it over and I’ll come back tomorrow for my money or.....”

As he walked out the door I slammed it. I was practically in tears.

That night after the children were in bed, I told Bill what the landlord said.  Bill was very upset, but then we started to discuss the pros and cons of what we were going to do.  I wanted my kids to have a home and bed with food on the table.  I was willing to sacrifice myself for them. Bill kept saying he would not let me do it. After much discussion, I think it finally dawned on us that it would solve much of our financial problems. Bill knew I was not a virgin before I married him. One more guy wouldn’t make much difference. Three months back rent was a lot of money and maybe he would include a month’s rent in advance.  That would be worth a quick roll in the bed. 

The next evening after Bill and I returned from our low paying jobs, Tom, the landlord knocked on our door. 

“I’ve come for the rent money for the last time.”

I smiled at him, “We’ve thought it over and I’m going to do the “or” thing you mentioned yesterday. We want you to include a month’s rent in advance, too.”

“Now wait a minute, I can’t afford to write off that much. I have to pay my bills too. I’m willing to write off one month’s back rent.”

I was devastated, “I can’t do it for only one month’s rent. We would still owe you two more months back rent. You have to give me more credit than that.”

“Since you are such a pretty lady, I’ll give you credit for two months and no more. Take it or move.”

I looked sadly at Bill, then turned to Tom to say, “Alright. Come back tomorrow when the children are in school. Bill and I will both be here in the morning.  We have to work in the afternoon.”

Tom looked very pleased, “You will still owe me another month’s back rent. I’ll ask my brother if he would be interested in visiting you to pay for the rest of your rent.”

I scowled at him, “I’ll think about that. Tomorrow morning, I want you to have a bath and shave before you visit me.”

He sarcastically said, “I’ll be here pretty lady ready to give you a thrill.”

The next morning I got up and didn’t dress. I would be wearing only my robe when Tom arrived. I planned to take him to the bedroom, shed my robe and let him quickly fuck me.  Then I would get up, put my robe on, and usher him out the door. 

Tom arrived looking rather presentable, better than I had ever seen him. He was about fifty years old while I am thirty. 

He greeted me with a smile, “Good morning, pretty lady. It’s a beautiful morning. I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time.”

Tom faced Bill, “Good morning to you too.”

I knew I might as well get it over with and quickly responded, “I’m ready for you, let’s go in the bedroom.”

Tom looked at Bill, “Thank you for loaning your pretty wife to me.”

When I took my last look at Bill, he looked like he had lost his last friend.

Tom followed me down the hall to the guest bedroom. I refused to fuck him in the master bedroom where Bill and I shared our marriage bed. Once in the room, he walked up behind me and removed the robe from my shoulders to let it fall. He turned me around to look up and down my naked body.  There was plenty of light for him to see me because the morning light was shining in the windows. 

He exclaimed, “Beautiful. I don’t think I have ever seen anyone more beautiful that you.”

I was surprised that he could be talking so nice to me.

His hands roamed over my breasts. I stood still allowing him to feel various parts of my body. 

I said, “Come on, take off your clothes and let’s get started.”

He responded, “Please don’t be in too big a hurry.”

I laid on the bed while he shed his clothes.  His very hard cock popped into view as he dropped his shorts. I knew he would soon be poking it in me.  I had already decided to avoid sucking him.  Also, I didn’t really want to let him kiss me, but didn’t know if I could avoid it. He was a big man while I am a light weight. I knew he could easily manhandle me and do most anything he wanted. 

He quickly got on the bed, put his arms around me and pushed his lips on mine. His tongue was thrusting against my teeth.  He was holding me very tight which didn’t allow me to resist his advances. 

He kissed my neck, then back to my lips. I had opened my mouth to breath at the same time his tongue penetrated my lips and passed my teeth searching for my tongue.  I thought about biting down on his tongue, but was afraid of his reaction. Instead, I cooperated with a sexy kiss. That really turned him on as his hand moved down over my stomach to feel my pussy. 

He moved his mouth down to kiss my breasts, then on down to kiss my crotch. He forced my legs apart so that he could easily lick my pussy.  It felt good every time his tongue touched my clit, but I was determined to not enjoy sex with him. I just wanted him to cum and get it over with.

I said, “Why don’t you get on top of me and do it.”

He didn’t say anything, but got on top as I spread my legs wider. I reached down between out bodies to aim his cock.  I wasn’t wet enough for him to penetrate me.

I said, “I’m a little dry, push a little, then pull back. Work it in slowly.”

I held on to his cock as he pushed in a little, then pulled back several times going in a little deeper each time. Finally, I removed my hand to let his cock go fully in me. He fucked me slowly as if he wanted it to last forever. 

While this was going on, I thought about my husband in the living room waiting for me to finish. I was wondering what he was thinking. Would he still love me?  I was doing this for him and my two children. 

His large body was beginning to be heavy on me. I told him, “You are too heavy, let me on top.”

We rolled over without his cock slipping out. Now I was able to fuck him. I decided to fuck him as fast as I could to make him cum. He was holding my breasts to keep them from bouncing up and down so much. I could hear him starting to groan and assumed he would soon be cumming. I gyrated on him even faster and could feel his cock jerking in my pussy. He was groaning very loud and finally yelled at the peak of his orgasm.  I’m sure Bill could hear him in the other room and I was glad our children were in school. 

I sat on him until his cock started shrinking and I couldn’t feel it. I got up to let his cum drain down on his balls.  I put my robe on and said, “I’ll be in the living room with my husband while you dress.”

Bill met me in the middle of the room to hug and kiss me. He said, “I love you very much.”

I was so glad to hear him say that. I responded, “And I love you. I did it for us.”

He emphatically said, “I know you did, and I love you even more.”

Tom came into the room to say, “That was really nice. Well worth two months rent. Now what about the remaining overdue rent including next months rent?”

Bill said, “Call us tomorrow and we’ll talk about it.”

Tom, the landlord left. 

Bill still held me in his arms.  I could feel his hard cock punching into me.

I said, “Did that turn you on.”

“Yes it did, especially when I heard him groan and yell. I knew he was shooting cum in your pussy.  Wow! That was a turn on.”

“Alright, dear husband, come in the bedroom with me. I didn’t have an orgasm with him, but I want one with you.”

Once in the bedroom, we were quickly naked on the bed.  The room had a sex odor especially when I spread my legs to let some of Tom’s cum ooze out of me. Bill could hardly wait to bury his cock in my very juicy pussy with the remnants of Tom’s cum. 

Bill said, “Oh, that feels so good, so slippery and sloppy with Tom’s cum still in you.”

I responded, “Does that turn you on to have sloppy seconds?”

“It sure does. I could spend all day in bed with you if we didn’t have to go to our jobs.”

I was rather turned on to know that Bill like fucking me with another man’s cum in my pussy.  

After we had orgasms, we laid in each other’s arms a few minutes to dwell and talk about what happened this morning. I had fucked the landlord to pay the rent. Now my husband had sloppy seconds. 

What were we going to do about the additional rent we owed.  We had never met Tom’s brother, but would we be interested in inviting him?  Maybe Tom could afford to come back to trade more rent for sex. Hopefully, Bill will get a good paying job in his higher level skill and I wouldn’t have to fuck the landlord for the rent. 

The next day, Tom called, “I would like to work something out with you. I can’t do it this month, but next month I could trade two month’s rent with you again.  If you would like to earn additional cash, my brother is interested. What would you charge?”

The offer of his brother irritated me. I said, “Right now, I can do without the extra money your brother would give me, but you can come back next month.”

Later, Bill and I looked at our stack of bills to be paid.  My time in bed with Tom wasn’t all that bad.  I had given my body to him and let him cum in me one time.  It only took a half hour. I could easily do that again with Tom or his brother. I don’t think Bill minded too much because it turned him on and he wanted to immediately make love to me.

I decided to call Tom. “Tom, is your brother still interested in coming over here to see me?”

I quoted Tom a price for a half hour in bed with me.

A few minutes later, Tom called back to say, “My brother, Tim, is really excited and he can be at your house at nine o’clock in the morning.”

“That’s alright with me. Tell him to shower and shave like you did.”

After breakfast the next morning and the children were off to school, I again was dressed in my robe.  I think Bill was more nervous than I was. We had never met Tim before and I was wondering what he would look like. 

As we opened the door for Tim, he said, “I’m Tim, am I in the right house?”

“Yes, we were expecting you.” I could see he was an older brother. I didn’t care about the age because all I was interested in was being in bed with him for thirty minutes and get the money.”

Tim reached in his pocket and handed me a wad of bill. I assumed it was all there and didn’t count it.  I handed the money to my husband, Bill.

I cheerily said, “Alright, Tim, I’m ready, let’s go in the bedroom.”

Once we were in the spare bedroom, he seemed shy. I turned to face him and smiled. I let my robe slip off my shoulders and drop to the floor. I could see his eyes light up as he looked at my naked body. His eyes focused on my breasts.

I softly said, “Go ahead, touch them.”

His hands caressed them, then I said, “Kiss them if you want to.”

I wasn’t interested in delaying, but the sooner he got turned on and fucked me, the sooner I would be back in the other room with my husband. 

I though he was rather handsome for a guy much older than myself, so when he started to kiss me, I responded with a sexy tongue searching kiss. 

I said, “Take off your clothes and let’s get started.”

I sat on the bed while he undressed. I had no intention of sucking him, but wanted him to fuck me and cum similar to the way Tom did. Once he was naked and his cock was sticking straight out ready for action, he walked toward the bed.  Guess I had made the mistake by sitting on the bed instead of lying down, because now his cock was at my mouth.  I stroked his cock with one hand while I looked at the large purple head. I had the urge to take it in my mouth.

I looked up at his face as he said, “Please!”

I knew what he meant by that.  I thought about all the money he was paying me, so why shouldn’t I give him what he wants.  I took the head in my mouth and heard him moan a little.

He said, “Ooooooh, that is so good. Take more of it.”

I glanced up at his face to see his pleading look. I took it in my mouth and throat as far as I could.  He was slowly fucking my mouth and groaning. I didn’t know if he was going to cum right away or not. 

I pulled back to stroke his cock and thought about my husband in the other room. Would he be turned on after I finished with Tim?  Would Tim make a lot of noise for Bill to hear? I was hoping he would.

I looked up at Tim’s face and asked, “Do you want me to finish you this way or do you want to fuck me.”

“I want it both ways.”

“Do you mean you want to cum twice in a half hour.?”

“I know I can’t do it twice in a half hour, but I’ll give you a big tip if you will let me stay for two times.”

I knew I had plenty of time this morning before going to work in the afternoon, so why not make more money for the extra time.

I responded, “Alright, that’s a deal.”

“Thank you, I want to fuck you first, then I’ll have the blow job next.”

I immediately rolled over on the bed to lie on my back.  I closed my eyes and spread my legs. I thought he was going to get on top, but I felt his mouth at my crotch.  He licked my pussy and sucked on my clit causing my juices to flow. Was I going to get in the mood and have an orgasm with this stranger?  I hadn’t planned it that way, but it might be possible. 

I now had a positive attitude about sex with Tim. He moved up on my body to sink his cock fully in me. It did feel good.  He was in no hurry and fucked me for quite a while before he started to approach an orgasm.  I liked his cock in me and I thought I could have an orgasm at the same time. He became very vocal as his body sexually surged causing my orgasm to come on strong. His cock was erupting spurt after spurt in my trembling body.

He rolled off of me as I held tissues at my crotch. I decided to go clean up in the hall bathroom. Bill was sitting in the living room looking down the hall.  He saw me naked with the tissues at my crotch as I walked to the hall bathroom. He came in the bathroom with me and shut the door. I sat on the commode to let Tim’s cum drain.

Bill said, “Guess you finished him off in the half hour. I’m glad to have you back.”

Bill was standing in front of me and I could see the big bulge in his pants. He started rubbing it.

I said, “Tim is going to give me a bit tip. I’m going back in there to give him a blow job.”

Bill looked disappointed, “What about me.”  He had unzipped and pulled out his hard cock. 

I was still sitting on the commode when I took my husband’s cock in my mouth. He was so hot that he cum after just a few strokes.  I consumed all of Bill’s cum and was ready to go back in the bedroom to do the same with Tim. 

I said, “I’ll probably be longer with Tim this second time because I think it will take some time to get him hard again. He’s much older and I”ll probably have to work on him for awhile. It’s worth it to get the extra money. Go on back in the living room and wait.”

Bill grinned at me, “Your hair is a tangle. You really look fresh fucked.”

“I can’t help if it this guy rolled me around in bed to mess up my hair.”

“Alright, make the extra money. Why don’t you leave the bedroom door open a crack so I can hear what is going on. Also, maybe I can peek in.”

“I’ll leave the door cracked, but make sure Tim doesn’t see you.”

Tim was sitting up in bed when I returned. He was smiling and invited me back in bed.  I saw his cock was flaccid and I knew it would take some time to get it hard again.  I doubted we had much in common to talk about, so I might as well play with his cock and balls and occasionally suck them in my mouth. 

I moved down in bed to lie between his spread legs with my legs off the end of the bed.  I leaned on one elbow while I used my other hand to play with his cock and balls. I sucked his small cock and raised back up a little to let it come out of my mouth with a plopping sound.  He was sitting up in bed watching me. I licked all around his balls while stroking his cock. I think he was getting his moneys worth. He had better give me a big tip.  I noticed there was some stiffness coming back into his cock. The head was getting bigger as I sucked on it. 

He was repeating the words, “Oh, that is so good”, over and over again. 

I was wondering about my husband. I had sucked him off once, but would he want to fuck me before we both went to work in the afternoon?  What was Bill thinking right now while I am in here sucking on Tim?  

Then I happened to glance over at the big mirror.  I could see my husband, Bill, peeking through the cracked door in the reflection of the mirror. He could easily see Tim and me on the bed. I doubted Tim would look toward the mirror because he was intently watching me suck his cock.

Tim’s cock was getting harder as I began to concentrate more on it. I was holding his balls and stroking his cock while my mouth was about half way down. Just at time he shot cum in my mouth. He moaned and yelled, “Ooooooooooo.......”, as his body shook. I kept sucking to consume all of his cum.

I glanced at the mirror to see my husband was still watching. I assumed he saw Tim cum in my mouth. 

I moved up in a sitting position on the bed near Tim. One of his hands reached over to feel my breasts.  

Tim softly said, “You are really something.  I’ve never had anything this good in my life. When my wife was living, sex with her was never this good. I want to come back to visit you again.”

I chuckled and responded, “We’ll wait and see what happens. Maybe you can.”

I put my robe on and handed Tim his clothes as he put each article on. We walked in the living room together to find Bill sitting on the couch.

Tim reached in his pocket to hand me several bills. 

I said, “Thank you, Tim, for the money. We really need it or I wouldn’t be doing this.”

Tim looking lovingly in my eyes to say, “I want to thank you for all your sweetness and loving.”

Tim stuck out his hand to shake Bill’s hand. “And I want to thank you, Bill, for letting me have your wife for the wonderful thrills she gave me. I hope you two will let me come back again sometime.”

Tim was no sooner out the door when Bill took me in his arms and kissed me deeply. I assumed he could taste Tim’s cum in my mouth. He rubbed his hard cock up against me. I knew he wanted to fuck me before we went to work or he would have an erection all the rest of the day.

I dropped my robe as he pulled his pants and shorts off. He took me on the living room floor. He was so turned on that a few strokes in my pussy was all it took to erupt in me. I didn’t have a chance for another orgasm. That was alright with me because I just had a good orgasm with Tim. 




Prostitute Part Time Ch. 02



The first chapter dwelt with Betty and Bill having jobs at a fast food restaurant that didn't pay enough to cover the rent and other bills. Betty and Bill emphatically said no when the landlord first suggested he wanted to fuck her for the rent. Later when they saw their unpaid bills stack up and were going to be evicted, they agreed to his suggestion. Also, the landlord paid her to fuck his son as a gift for his high school graduation. After a few sessions in the bedroom, Betty finally came to the conclusion that it was easy money and she didn't mind a half hour romp in bed with other men. Bill didn't seem to mind because it turned him on and wanted sloppy seconds with her. 

One evening when Bill came home from his new good paying job, he said, "Betty, we're making enough money now to pay our bills. You don't have to settle the rent money by getting in bed with Tom, our landlord, anymore."

"I know our finances are better now," Betty responded, "but I would like some new furniture and we need to build up our saving account. You didn't seem to mind very much when I was in bed with Tom or his son, Greg."

"I didn't like it in the beginning, but I got used to it."

"I know it turns you on because you are always ready for sloppy seconds."

Bill didn't say anything for a short time, then he looked directly at Betty, "I'll have to admit, it does turn me on when I hear noises coming from the bedroom that get louder, then I know he is spewing cum in you and you sometimes have an erotic orgasm at the same time. .I've watched you through the crack in the bedroom door. Your body will stiffen and shudder as I watch you go through a violent orgasm. I see his cock pounding in you like a jack hammer, then his body will start jerking and shaking as he spurts cum in your pussy. As you both begin to relax, I can hardly wait for the guy to leave so that I can have sex with you."

Betty said in a determined voice, "If that's the way you feel, I'm going to keep doing it. I want some new furniture. I hear our landlord's son has a good job now and probably has spare money to give me. He seemed to really like sex with me for his graduation present. He wasn't very experienced and I taught him a few things. Maybe he has a good friend who would like to spend some time with me, too. Our landlord called today and said he would be here in the morning to collect the rent. I'll be dressed only in my robe like I usually do. After I finish my session in the bedroom with him, I'll ask about his son."

Bill smiled as he said, "I'll be here in the morning because I don't have to go to the office until noon."

"Good!" Betty responded, "I'll leave the bedroom door cracked open just a little for you."

The next morning when the door bell rang, Betty yelled from the bathroom area, "Bill, let Tom in. I'm just getting out of the shower."

Bill opened the front door to say, "Come right on in, Betty will be right with you."

Tom started making idle conversation. "It's a very nice day outside and I'd like to stay outside some more, but I've been looking forward to seeing your very pretty and sexy wife all month long."

"She just got out of the shower and will be ready for you in another minute."

Just then Betty shouted, "Bill, tell him to come on into the bedroom."

Tom heard her voice and said, "I'll be right there."

Tom saw Betty dressed in her robe as usual when he entered the bedroom. "It's so nice to see you today. I've been looking forward to this all month long."

Betty let her robe fall from her shoulders to the floor to expose her naked body as she said, "I hear it's a lovely day outside. After we finish, I'm going outside for a walk. Go ahead and take off your clothes and let's get started."

Tom kept looking at her naked beauty, her full rounded breasts with the perky nipples he could hardly wait to fondle and kiss. Her hips were rounded and trim as his eyes viewed her pubic hair and he knew her pussy was right below. However, he couldn't actually see much of her pussy, but he knew he would soon be licking it with his tongue. He really liked to view her pussy and ass when in a six nine position. The first time he fucked her several months ago, she kept rushing him to finish and leave. Now she takes her time and seems to enjoy being with him. He kept looking at her naked beauty while he undressed. 

Betty smiled at him and said, "I see you are already hard. I know you've been staring at me while you undressed. Do you like to see me naked?"

"That's a dumb question to ask. You know I really love to see you naked. You are a very beautiful lady. Let's get in bed so I can make love to you. I want to drink in all your sexy beauty. I only get to do this once a month."

"You could come visit me more often if you can afford to pay me."

"I'll consider that. Right now I've going to kiss your lips and kiss all down your sexy body."

Tom and Betty's lips locked in a very sexy kiss. Then he kissed her neck and on down to her nipples. Betty took in a deep breath and said, "You know kissing my nipples makes me sexy."

"Yes, I know that, but I'm going to kiss you farther down, too. I've had a shower and am clean for you to suck my cock, today."

"I knew you liked the six nine position, so I just got out of the shower to be clean. Roll over on your back and I'll turn around and get on top of you."

Now that Betty was lying on top of Tom, his hard cock was staring her in the face. She wrapped one hand around it and squeezed, then moved her hand to jack him a little bit. She could feel his tongue going up and down her pussy, but had not touched her clit as yet. She then took the head in her mouth and sucked on it. 

Tom responded, "That is really good, take it all the way down."

Betty then deep throated him as much as she could. She could feel the head in her throat but it didn't gag her. She had learned from experience just how to deep throat a man and give him the special thrills. She heard Tom moan and groan some, but didn't want him to cum while she had his cock fully in her mouth and throat. She raised back up to swirl her tongue around the head and lick up and down the underside of his cock. 

"That is so good, so good, so good...," as his body began to tense up. 

Betty asked, "Do you want to cum this way?"

"No, not yet. We just got started. Let's slow down a little bit."

Betty then began to lick around his balls and played with his cock while he relaxed some. She knew he was looking directly at her pussy and ass. She didn't mind for him to see her most private parts if it turned him on. In fact, she liked to show herself and often thought she might be an exhibitionist. She didn't think she would like to do it out in public in front of many people, but to show herself privately to one or two men at the same time would be alright. She even had a dream that she was the only girl in the room with several guys and proudly stripped off in front of them. 

Tom was enjoying licking her pussy and occasionally sucked on her clit. She often responded with a moan of pleasure. Sometimes he could feel her squeeze her pussy muscles and at the same time her ass would pucker. He would suck on her clit to watch her ass. 

Betty then remembered that she had left the door open a crack. She glanced toward the door and saw her husband with the door open part of the way and watching. She knew that Tom was so busy with his head between her legs that he would never see the open door.

Betty knew that Tom was thoroughly enjoying himself and she realized she was enjoying it too. By now Tom was no stranger and she was used to him after several months of settling the rent by being in bed with him. 

Tom was beginning to have difficulty in holding back to make it last longer, "Betty, I would like to turn around and fuck you. I want you to ride me."

Betty turned around to face him and sat up in the middle of his body. She raised her butt, reached down with one hand to aim his very hard cock. She was very juicy with all the foreplay which allowed her to slowly ease all the way down. She pulsated her pussy muscles and smiled down at him. 

He responded, "That is really good. Do it some more."

Betty continued to pulsate on his cock, then she started moving her butt up and down as he began to push up to her. It didn't take very long before Tom frantically said, "I can't hold it any longer, I'm going to cum."

Betty was close to an orgasm too. Tom started grunting and getting louder and louder as he frantically pushed up to match her movements. He finally yelled and groaned as his cock started spurting, spurt after spurt in her. She ground her pelvis into his body as her orgasm came on strong, then slumped forward onto his chest. Their bodies laid blended together as their heart beat raced and their bodies quivered in sexual eroticism. 

Bill had been watching from the door and felt he had to have sexual relief soon, but he knew he would wait until Tom left. He went into the living room because he didn't want Tom to see him. He waited and it seemed as if it took a long time for Betty and Tom to come out of the bedroom. Tom was fully dressed while Betty had on her robe. He knew as soon as Tom left, he would quickly remove her robe and ravish her. 

Betty spoke first, "Sorry it took so long. Hope you didn't get too bored waiting."

Bill just smiled at her, then Tom spoke, "Your beautiful wife is so wonderful. She mentioned that I could come back again this month if I paid her. I plan to do it."

Bill caught a gleam in Betty eyes, then said, "That's up to her. She would like to have some new furniture." 

"That's fine, I'll call again later to make an appointment. Betty is so sexy that I just have to come back to see her." 

Betty looked delighted at the prospect, then queried, "I hear your son, Greg, has a good job. Would he like to visit me again?"

Tom spoke right up, "Yes. He mentioned to me the other day and wondered if he could see you."

"Good! Tell him to call me soon. And would your brother like to visit with me again?"

"I'm sure he would now that he made a lot of money on a hot stock he sold."

Betty put on one of her best smiles, lightly kissed Tom goodby as he was leaving, then turned to her husband, "Now it's your turn."

A few days later the phone rang.

Betty answered, "Hello, this is Betty."

"Hi, this is Greg. Remember me? I've been thinking of you ever since I had my graduation present in bed with you. Dad told me you would allow me to come over to see you again. When would it be convenient?"

"What about this weekend. Saturday morning would be nice to start out the day."

"That's perfect for me. I have a date with my girl friend that afternoon and evening. I'll be there about nine o'clock in the morning. Thanks for letting me come to see you again. I assume the price is the same?"

"Yes. I'll see you at that time."

Betty had enjoyed sex with Greg, but it had been several weeks ago. He was young, vigorous, could maintain a very hard erection, very muscular, and could go two or three times in a relatively short period. She could look forward to a sexy time on Saturday morning and collect money, too. 

Saturday morning Betty was up, showered, had breakfast with her husband, Bill, and was waiting in the living room for Greg. She wanted to look nice and sexy for the young Greg. She had carefully applied her makeup, combed her hair, and put on a mini skirt and skimpy blouse without any panties or bra. After she had dressed, Bill whistled and said, "Wow! You look hot!"

"I want to look nice for this young stud. I call him a stud because he is really an eager young man. I wonder if he is screwing his steady girl friend. I'm going to ask him."

Greg arrived on schedule, "Remember me, I'm Greg."

Greg shook hands with Bill, but then turned his attention to Betty, "You really look beautiful today. I'm so glad you let me come back to see you. I still remember what a wonderful time I had with you when I had just graduated from high school."

"It's nice to know you liked your graduation present. Are you ready to go in the bedroom?"

"Lead the way. I'll be right behind you."

As Betty was walking down the hall to the spare bedroom, she knew Greg was probably watching her butt. She did her best to walk as sexy as possible. Her mini skirt was long enough to cover her butt and maybe just a little bit more of her legs. She led him into the bedroom and pushed the door nearly all the way shut.

She thought she would tease him a little bit by giving him a peek between her legs. She sat down on the bed allowing her legs to spread some and laid back on the bed. She knew her pussy was in full view. She used her elbows to raise her shoulders and head to look at him. She saw Greg staring at her crotch.

She smiled as she said, "Do you see something you like?"

"I sure do and I've got something very hard for you."

She was surprised when Greg suddenly unbuckled his belt, dropped his pants and shorts with one quick push down and moved between her legs. She could feel his hard erection seeking her hole, but was punching in the wrong place. She thought about taking one of her hands and guiding it, but knew she would probably be too dry to get it in without any foreplay. However, she quickly decided to guide it to her hole. 

With one hand she grasped his erection, "Greg, I may be too dry, but we'll try to get it in. Don't push so hard as I try to moved the head up and down to lubricate me with your precum."

Greg relaxed the pressure so that the head barely was touching her pussy inner lips. She slowly moved the head up and down and could feel that she was gradually being lubricated. She moved the head at her hole, "Greg, push just a little."

Greg gently pushed and could feel the warmth of her pussy surrounding part of the head. Betty prompted, "Now pull back a little and push in more."

Now Greg could feel the tender warmth of her pussy enveloping the head of his cock. He didn't want to push in any farther to cause her pain. They both laid still as she pulsated on the end of his cock. Greg moaned with delight. 

"Greg, pull back again and we'll go deeper next push."

Greg could feel his cock come out of the warmth of her pussy. Her hand was still holding it to guide it back in. Then he felt her give a little tug on his cock prompting him to push in again. This time he slowly eased most of the way in. They laid still while she pulsated on his cock a few time. 

"You sort of rushed me," Betty said, "But we did get it in."

"You were teasing me with your open legs and I took advantage of it. I didn't mean to hurt you or be unkind to you. I'm sorry if I did."

"That's alright. We came in here to fuck and that's what we're doing. Do you want to continue doing this or do you want to pull out and play around some."

Greg got up and pulled Betty up in a standing position in front of him. Their lips met for a long sexy kiss. 

"Betty, you are so sexy and your kisses are the best. I love my girl friend, but your kisses are the best."

"Are you having sex with your girl friend?"

"She wants to wait until we are married."

"That's too bad, but you can fuck me most anytime until you get married."

"If I had the money, I'd be here every day."

"You should be able to visit me more often because I hear you have a good paying job now.

"I do, but if you would reduce your price a little to help with my finances, I can visit you more often."

"I'll consider that, but right now we're here to have sex, so why don't we get undressed and be more comfortable."

Betty slipped her dress up over her head while Greg quickly undressed. Greg picked her up in his strong manly arms and playfully dumped her on the bed. After she bounced once and settled in bed, she reached out to grab his hard erection, "Bring this thing to bed with me."

Greg crawled onto the bed and snuggled up to her, parting his lips to mesh with hers in a tongue searching kiss. 

Greg moved his head back to look her in the eyes, "You are nearly as old as my mother, but you are so sexy and beautiful that I could make love to you every day all day."

"Thank you for the compliment. I'm glad you like me. Last time you were here, I think you fucked me three times, didn't you? Do you think you can do it again?"

"I know I can make it at least twice."

"Well, what position do you want first."

"Let's try it six nine. I want to eat your pussy like I did last time. That was my first time to do it and I've been thinking about it ever since then. I even masturbate thinking about it. I learned a lot about sex from you last time."

Betty wasn't surprised with that answer because most men like to have their face in the lady's crotch. They also like to see with the light on, too. 

Betty rolled up on top of Greg in the six nine position. Immediately, she felt Greg's tongue open her pussy lips and lick up and down occasionally probing at her hole. She started licking up and down on his cock, then went over the head to take it in her mouth and suck on it. Greg reacted to that with a push into her mouth. She pulled back a little to suck on the head.

She could then feel Greg's tongue licking all around her crotch and often going over her ass hole. He didn't do that last time. Evidently, he is exploring and experimenting with something new.

She deep throated him as far down as she could. A cock could go only so far in her mouth and throat. He reacted to that with a loud moan and groan. She deep throated him a couple more times causing him to act as if he was going to cum soon. She pulled back up so that she wouldn't choke if he started cumming. Greg started to be very vocal. 

She felt his cock jerk and the sperm came in big gobs of spurts in her mouth. She could feel his mouth covering her pussy as his cock continued to erupt.. When his body stopped shaking and straining, she grabbed a tissue to wipe her mouth, although she was able to consume most of his cum. She held tissues at her crotch as she rolled off to lie by his side. Greg was lying very still and she knew she had tamed this big muscular stud. She would let him rest and doze off if that is what he wanted.

Greg didn't doze off, but opened his eyes and looked at her to say, "That was fantastic. I wish my girl friend would do that before we get married. Maybe I won't marry her. Instead, I'll shoot your husband and marry you," he jokingly said. 

"I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back, so rest a few minutes and get ready for another one," Betty said

"I'm not going anywhere until you come back and have some more fun."

Betty was completely naked when she went to the hall bathroom. Bill saw her in the hall and followed her into the bathroom.

Betty asked, "Did you peek at any of the action? I was too busy and didn't look for you. You know I'm earning money for us by doing this."

"Yes, I saw you suck him off. Now I have a big hard on. Can you help me?"

"I have to pee. While I'm sitting here, I'll try to satisfy you."

Bill took his erection out of his pants and moved close to Betty. "When you cum, keep the noise down because I prefer that Greg doesn't know I'm giving you a blow job in here."

Betty opened her mouth as Bill pushed forward. Bill's butt went back and forth just a few times when he started filling her mouth. He was able to keep his grunting and vocal noise at a low level.

"Bill, I have to go back to Greg now. I think after I get him hard, he will fuck me this time and maybe that will finish him for the morning, I hope."

"I'm going to miss you while you are in bed again with Greg. Finish him off and out the door so we can be alone together."

"I will. I'll be thinking of you and how much I love you as he fucks me."

Betty went back in the bedroom where Greg seemed to be about asleep. Greg became alive when Betty sat on the bed. She reached over to feel his soft cock to say, "Well, we'll see if you have anymore life in you."




Prostitute Part Time Ch. 02



"Just give me a little time and I'll be ready. I want to see your pussy. That will make me get hard."

Betty laid on her back and spread her legs. Greg moved down in bed between her legs and with his legs off the foot of the bed. He pushed her legs back up toward her head which widely opened up her crotch in the broad morning daylight. He pushed one finger in her pussy, then added two more. 

Betty sexily said, "You must be interested in finger fucking me. I have something else you can put in me. Look in the night stand drawer where I have a dildo. You can have fun fucking me with it. 

Greg got the dildo out of the drawer and crawled back in bed. He moved the dildo up and down her slit, then inserted it until it seemed to have hit bottom. Betty said, "Go ahead and fuck me while I rub my clit."

This was something entirely new to Greg. He discovered a switch to turn the dildo on so that it vibrated. While Betty was slowly massaging her clit she said, "Now this is good and sexy. Do you want to watch me have an orgasm?"

Greg nodded yes and continued to move the dildo back and forth in her pussy. Greg watched as he heard Betty began to moan a little. He speeded up the thrusts in her pussy as her finger began to massage her clit a little faster. Betty's butt was now pushing up to the dildo as if a real man's cock was fucking her. Her body was beginning to tense up as she became more vocal. She now had her eyes shut as her finger was working on her clit. Greg watched her body begin to strain and surge as she approached an orgasm. With her eyes shut and her finger still working, she seemed to be in a far off dream world as she went through an orgasm Her body was straining and shuddering when she reached an organismic high. Then she came slowly down from her high with her eyes still shut. Greg watched as her body slowly relaxed.

Greg stopped moving the dildo but left it in her until she finally opened her eyes and smiled at Greg. "I'll bet you didn't know a girl can masturbate and enjoy an orgasm. Did you like that and did it turn you on?"

Greg hadn't realized it, but he now had a very stiff erection. Watching her go through an orgasm was a real turn on for him.

Betty removed the dildo and said, "Now do you want to fuck me?"

Greg didn't say anything, but moved up on top of her and entered his cock fully in her. She started pushing up to him. He had her legs pushed all the way up back toward her head which allowed him to have his cock fully buried in her. He started back and forth movements. He could look down to see his cock go back and forth in her pussy which was really erotic for him. 

He yelled, "I'm going to cum," and started pounding his cock in her pussy. Betty was pinned down with his body on top of her, but she was able to push up to him a little but. He yelled and groaned as he started erupting in her pussy. When he had emptied his load, he collapsed on top of her.

Betty said, "Roll off, you are mashing me."

Betty was pushing him to roll off and lie by her side.

A minute later, Betty spoke, "Greg, I think you have had it for one morning."

"Yes, I think I am fucked out right now. I could go again later today."

Betty was right on for the answer, "But that would cost you more money. I think you got your money's worth for one day, don't you think?"

"Yes, I agree with you. It has been a wonderful morning. I'm going to see my girl friend this afternoon."

"Oh! By the way, Greg, do you have a close friend who would like to visit me. I would be interested if he is a nice guy like you."

"Yes, I know just the guy. However, he is not very handsome and the girls avoid him. He is a scrawny looking guy and the girls think he is too homely to date. I think of him as a nerd because he was the smartest guy in school. I like him and he seems very nice."

"That's not a very good build up for him. Has he ever been in bed with a girl?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to degrade him, but I know he will be very courteous to you. You could do him a great favor to let him fuck you for his first time. I doubt that a girl will ever go out with him. I'll tell him to take a shower and dress up some. He is still a virgin, but would sure like to be with a girl. With all your experience, it will be very good for him."

Betty thought it over along with the idea of making more money and said, "I'm willing to give him a try. Tell him to call me."

Greg quickly responded, "Wait a minute, I'll call him right now and maybe he can come over right away."

"That's a little too soon. I need some rest after wrestling around with you in bed. . Tell him this afternoon is alright with me."

Greg used his cel phone to make the call while Betty relaxed and listened.

Greg turned to Betty with a smile and a thumbs up to say, "He will be here at one o'clock."

"Good!"

Betty and Greg went into the front room to be greeted by Bill. Betty escorted Greg to the door and lightly kissed him as he left. She said in a teasing voice, "Now go see your girl friend."

Once the front door was shut, she turned to Bill, "That was a good sum of money Greg gave me. Now this afternoon I'm going to make some more. We're well on the way to start looking for some new furniture."

"Aren't you a little worn out after that big hunk just fucked you at least twice?"

"Yes, let's eat lunch and I'll still have time to relax a few minutes before the next guy gets here. He should be interesting because he has never been with a girl before. Oh! I forgot to ask his name."

Bill grinned at Betty, "Names in this business don't mean much."

The doorbell rang promptly at one o'clock. Bill opened the front door to invite the young man in. "Come in, we've been expecting you."

"Hi. Greg told me I could come here. My name is Bernie."

"Come on in and meet my wife, Betty."

Betty gave him a nice smile, "Hello, Bernie, I'm Betty, it's nice to meet you."

It quickly went though Betty's mind how Greg had described this scrawny, homely looking man. He was skinny and his face was rather ugly she thought. She could understand why the girls didn't want to date him. She began to wonder if she really wanted to be fucked by this guy. Could she actually open her mouth to touch tongues in a kiss? Maybe she could avoid kissing. She felt she could not back out of the deal because she had told Greg she would fuck him. 

Betty took the lead to say, "Bernie, let's go on into the bedroom."

When Bernie didn't say anything, Betty thought he looked very uneasy and nervous. She thought he might be about ready to turn around and leave.

Betty took his hand and said in a soothing voice, "You seem to be a nice guy and I'm going to show you a good time. Come with me and we'll have some fun."

That seemed to get Bernie out of his mental shock and walked along with Betty to the bedroom. Bill was shaking his head and was thinking, "What is Betty getting herself into with this nurd."

Once in the bedroom Betty removed her blouse and jeans leaving her only with her bra and panties on. She looked at Bernie to see that he was just standing still and had not shed any clothing.

Aren't you going to get undressed?" Betty queried.

"Yes, mam."

"If you want sex with me, start taking off your clothes."

"Uh, Huh."

She started helping him to take off his shirt and pants. He seemed very nervous. When he was down to only his shorts, he stopped. Betty suggested, "You need to take your shorts off, too."

"I know, but I've never undressed in front of a girl before."

Betty grinned, "I believe you are embarrassed. I see a big bulge in your shorts, so you might as well drop them and I'll get naked, too."

"Yes, mam."

"You don't have to call me 'mam'. Just think of me as a girl friend. Do you have a girl friend?"

"No, mam."

"I assume you masturbate like other boys do. What do you think about when you masturbate?"

Bernie was very embarrassed to be accused of masturbating, but answered, "I think of Suzie."

"Have you ever dated Suzie."

"No, she won't even talk to me."

Betty firmly said, "Alright, think of me as Suzie and help me take off my panties and I'll help you take off your shorts."

Betty quickly removed her bra, then took one of his hands and moved it to the elastic at the top of her panties. Her panties were slowly pulled down. Then she pulled his shorts down to expose a very hard cock.

Betty exclaimed, "You've got one of the biggest I've ever seen. Have you measured it? It looks about nine to ten inches long."

"Yes, mam, that's about right," he said rather proudly. 

"I've never had one that long and big, but I'm sure we'll make out OK. But stop calling me 'mam'. Call me Suzie if you like."

Betty realized she had a very nervous virgin on her hands. Also he had a larger cock than she expected. 

Betty took his hand and led him onto the bed. She looked at his face and decided not to kiss him. She twisted around so that her head was near his large cock. She clasp one hand around it and moved her hand up and down a couple of times. She was completely surprised when his cock exploded and cum started shooting in the air and over her hand. Since the sheets were already being soiled, she started vigorously jacking him. He was grunting and practically yelling. It took him awhile to relax.

Bernie sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Now you're going to be mad at me."

Betty reassured him, "No, it happens. Don't worry about it. Let's get up and I'll change the sheets."

Bernie sat in a chair to watch Betty put clean sheets on the bed. She occasionally noticed he kept staring at her nakedness.

When it was time to get back in bed, Betty asked, "Haven't you ever seen a naked girl before?"

"Not a live one, but I've seen them on the internet."

"Fine, I'm going to give you your first view of a live naked girl from all angles. Let me get on the bed first."

Betty sat on the side of the bed and laid back, spread and pulled her legs up to say, "Now take a good look between my legs."

Bernie had an excellent view of her pussy and ass. She said, "Come closer and take a look."

As he moved close to the bed, she could see his eyes concentrating on her crotch. She told him, "Now, this looks just about what you would see between Suzie's legs. Think of this the next time you masturbate thinking of Suzie."

All Bernie could say was, "Wow!"

After Bernie had a lengthy view between her legs, Betty prompted him, "Get up here with me on the bed so you can have your first pussy."

Even though he had a very homely face, she felt sorry for him. Betty softly said, "Lie down beside me, hug me and you can kiss me. Think of me as Susie if that makes you feel better."

Betty tugged him closer to her nakedness, found his lips with hers for a light kiss. Then she opened her mouth for another kiss. Bernie was a little clumsy doing it, but their tongues did mesh. Betty said, "Let's try it again because I think we can do better." The second kiss was much warmer and sexier. Betty encouraged him, "That's better, let's do it again." By now Bernie was extremely excited with the sexy kisses. 

Betty reached down to feel his very large erection and said, "Wow! You are big when you're hard. I've never had one this big before, but I'm ready to try it."

Betty thought he was going to roll up on top of her when she said, "Let me get on top of you." She was afraid if he was on top and with his heavy weight, he might hurt her with his long cock. 

Bernie had positioned himself on his back when she sat up on top of him. She held his cock with one hand and aimed it at her hole. She slowly eased down allowing the head to enter her. She felt a little dry and was worried about his big cock hurting her.

Betty said, "Wait a minute, I need some lubrication."

Betty got up to retrieve a tube of lubricant from the night stand. She handed the tube to Bernie, laid on her back, spread and pulled her legs up and said, "Squeeze out some and lubricate me."

Bernie nervously fumbled with the tube and was able to put some on his fingers. He pushed some of it in her hole with his fingers. Betty prompted him, "Put some more in me." 

Bernie squeezed out some more and excitedly watched his fingers go in and out of her pussy.

Betty then grinned, "I know you are having fun finger fucking me, but I think I'm lubricated enough for your big cock. Let me get on top of you again."

Betty again aimed his cock at her hole and started slowly to ease down. Her hand was still wrapped around his cock as she felt the head spread her pussy and enter her body. She eased down a little more allowing a few inches to penetrate. So far so good. Bernie was beginning to moan with pleasure, a type he had never felt before in his life. He was finally having sex with a girl, even if the girl was much older and he was paying for it, too.

Betty raised up a little and then decided to see if she could sit all the way down. Nearly the whole length was now in her body even though her hand was holding his cock near his balls. Although, her fingers were squeezed together keeping about the last two inches from penetrating her. She decided to remove her hand to allow the remaining length to penetrate. As she sat fully down, she was relieved of the mental tension knowing she could take the full length. 

By now Bernie was rather vocal with moans and groans. Betty was wondering if he was about to cum. She sat still for a little bit to let him relax. When his moans became softer, she started squeezing her pussy muscles. Bernie gave out a big moan as if he was about to cum. She sat still again.

Betty asked, "Are you OK?"

"Yessss... This is so good....gooood."

"Do you want me to continue to move?"

"Yessss, but slowly."

Betty started moving her butt up and down just a little bit. Bernie could feel his cock coming out a little and then Betty resting fully on him again. He knew he would be cumming soon. This was so much better than masturbating and thinking of Suzie and what she might look like in the nude. He was actually with a naked girl with her breasts right in front of his face. He had looked at her pussy and finger fucked her with the lubricant. Now his cock was buried in her and was about to cum. What a special thrill he was having. He was wondering if he was dreaming. 

Betty started raising up higher and letting his cock plunge back in her as she quickly sat down again. Bernie was becoming more vocal as his eyes glanced back and forth from Betty's face and her bouncing breasts as she pumped up and down on him. His big cock started gushing cum causing her to speed up her movements. By now Bernie was yelling and groaning as he continued to gush cum in Betty's pussy. 

Betty was wondering if he was ever going to come down from his high and quit vocalizing. She knew her husband could hear it all and maybe he was watching through the crack in the door. She hoped he was looking and she would have an orgasm with him after Bernie left. 

Betty sat on Bernie until his cock became much smaller. She clutched some tissues at her crotch and walked to the bathroom. When she sat on the commode, Bill came in to see her.

Betty looked up into Bills eyes, "I think he enjoyed his first time for sex and I'll tell him his time is up. I didn't have an orgasm with him and I know you are all ready for sex. After he leaves, let's get in bed for our fun."

Betty went back into the bedroom to see Bernie sitting up naked in bed. She looked at his homely face and scrawny body and wondered how she could kiss him and fuck him. She knew she would do it again for the money. 

Betty said, "Bernie, I think you got your money's worth and it's time for you to leave. Some other time you can come back to see me if you want more sex."

"Yes, mam, I want to come back. As soon as I can afford it, I'll call you."

Bernie dressed while Betty covered up her nakedness with her robe and they went into the living room. Bernie dug down into his picket and handed Betty a roll of folding money. Betty thanked him and Bernie left.

Bill asked, "How did it go."

"He had the biggest cock I ever saw. It could have been about ten inches, and it was bigger around than yours. Anyway, I was able to take all of it and he cum twice with me. Once I accidentally jacked him off, then he cum in me the second time. Before he cum, he even finger fucked me for a little while. I'm probably stretched some with his big one. Let's go in the bedroom because I didn't have an orgasm while I was fucking him and I want one with you."



Prostitute Part Time Ch. 03



The first two chapters dealt with Bill's wife, Betty, agreeing to be in bed with the landlord and other friends of his to supplement their low paying jobs. Bill got used to other guys being in bed with his wife and stopped caring about it Betty continued to occasionally invite a man in her bed because it was easy money and she wanted to buy nice things for herself and the house. 

One morning after Betty had fucked the landlord for a month's rent, she and Bill were sitting in the living room talking. Betty was still dressed in her robe while drinking coffee with her husband.

Betty said, "That was easy money. It took me only a half hour to roll around in bed with the landlord and let him cum in me one time. I've been thinking we should take a weekend at a beach side resort."

Bill looked at his wife to say, "That would be fun but expensive."

Betty smiled, "I've seen some ads on TV about a very nice resort on the beach. If we went there, I could earn more than enough money to pay for the weekend. I'll bet there are some rich bachelors lounging around in those places."

Bill became a little more serious as he responded, "I hadn't thought about that. I wouldn't want to get caught by the management or police."

"I don't think that would be a problem. You could have a drink at the bar and meet some of those single gentlemen. I expect they would welcome you to point in a certain direction to meet me. Of course, you would have to indicate they needed money to invite me up to their room."

"That is a good idea and it could work. I would have to be very careful selecting a guy to meet you."

"I know you would. Pick out a nicely dressed, handsome guy who looks as if he has money. He may be running a bar tab, or he may be peeling off the green stuff for the drinks."

The next Saturday, Bill and Betty drove to the beach resort. They checked in, went up to the room, then came back down to the lounge as individuals. Betty found a comfortable seat in the lounge while Bill went outside to look around. It was early afternoon and Bill saw several people order drinks at the beach bar. He didn't see any likely prospects. He noticed Betty had walked outside to mingle and order a drink. Soon he noticed two handsome, young looking guys talking to her. He thought maybe she was finding a guy on her own.

After about fifteen minutes, the two guys walked away leaving her by herself. Bill walked over to order a drink. He started a conversation with Betty as if they were strangers.

"What did you think of those two guys?" he said in a low voice

"They seemed to be nice and they are here without female companions."

"They will probably be around later. Maybe it's not a problem for us to be seen together. At least let's enjoy our stay here and have dinner together."

After dinner that evening, Bill and Betty decided to go their separate ways again. She sat in the public lounge while Bill looked around for some single guys. 

Bill walked into the bar to see many men and women having drinks, some sitting at small tables and some at the bar. He noticed the same two guys Betty had conversed with this afternoon. He walked over to the bar and started talking to them. The three of them were talking about sports and other things. Bill offered to buy a round of drinks. Then one of the guys bought the next round of drinks. Bill noticed he pulled out a wad of bill when he paid. 

One of the guys named, Kerry, noticed two pretty ladies come in the lounge to sit with two guy. We assumed they were with husbands or boyfriends. Kerry commented, "Wow, they look hot. We need to find three ladies for us."

The other guy named, Ken, said, "I don't see three lonely gals in here waiting to be picked up."

Bill then casually commented, "If you guys are interested in a lady for a roll in bed, I think I know of one."

Both Ken and Kerry looked at Bill. Ken said, "You do! Where is she!"

Bill answered, "Keep your voice down. This afternoon I met a pretty lady and before I knew what was happening, she agreed to go up to my room for sex."

Kerry grinned, "She went up to your room for sex? What kind of charm did you give her."

Bill answered, "It wasn't charm, it was money."

Ken inquired, "How much did you give her."

"500 dollars cash"

Kerry smiled, "That's no problem with me if she is worth it. Did you say she was pretty?"

"Yes, very pretty and very experienced to make it worth my time when I was in bed with her," Bill lied to lead them on.

Ken then frowned, "I don't have that much cash on me."

Bill continued to lead them on as he commented, "I had that problem, but the bank branch here in the hotel let me use my credit card to get the cash."

Ken and Kerry grinned. Ken said, "Kerry, I'll flip a coin to see who goes first. Bill, do you think you can find her?"

"About thirty minutes ago, I saw her sitting in the lounge. Unless she is upstairs with someone else, she will probably be sitting there."

The three men walked out of the bar to look for Betty. Bill saw his wife sitting on a couch and told the two men to look in her direction. 

Ken said, "She does look very pretty from here. Are you sure she is a hooker?"

Bill could only say, "I don't know about the hooker bit, but I fucked her this afternoon for 500 dollars."

Ken looked at Kerry, "Let's get to the bank and get some money. I want some of that gal."

While Ken and Kerry were at the bank, Bill walked near his wife and softly said, "Two guys are going to meet you. $500 apiece." She nodded approval.

After the two guys had cash, they joined Bill. Ken looked at Kerry to say, "Let's go meet her."

Bill watched as the two guys walked over to Betty to start a conversation. About five minutes later, he saw Ken take Betty's hand and walk to the elevator.

Once they had disappeared in the elevator, Kerry joined Bill and said, "Let's go in the bar and have another drink while Ken fucks that whore. He'll come in here to let me know when he is finished so that I can go up to the room. Do you want another turn with her after we both fuck her?"

"No, I had my time in bed with her earlier today. You two guys have your fun."

Betty thought Ken was a handsome guy as the elevator went up to another floor. They stepped out of the elevator, walked down the hall where Ken unlocked his door and said, "Please come on in."

Betty dropped her purse on the couch and said, "This is a nice room. I'm here to entertain you, so what would you like to do?"

Ken didn't answer, but took Betty in his arms for a very sexy kiss. She could smell the liquor on his breath, but she expected that. Ken proceeded to unbutton her blouse to expose her breasts since she was not wearing a bra. 

He looked at her breasts to say, "These are beautiful. You are a very beautiful lady."

"Thanks for the compliments."

Ken continued to undress Betty with her assistance with the zippers. It took about two minutes for Betty to be completely nude. Ken looked her up and down and then took her in his arms for more sexy kisses. She could feel his erection through his pants rubbing against her.

She broke the kiss to say, "Let's get you out of these clothes. I want to see what you are hiding down here."

Both Betty and Ken were now naked as they plopped on the bed in each others arms. Ken kissed her breasts and on down to her stomach area.

Betty wasn't sure if he was going to kiss her pussy, but she spread her legs to give him room. Ken took the hint and buried his head at her crotch. Betty could feel his tongue licking up and down her pussy. 

Ken raised up in bed to look into Betty's eyes. She then asked, "What would you like to do?"

Ken responded, "I want you to give me a blow job."

"That's alright with me, but first we're going into the bathroom for me to wash your cock and balls."

The two naked people walked into the bathroom. Betty looked at the sink and said, "That's not going to be too easy to wash you. Why don't we both jump in the shower."

Betty put on a shower cap so that her hair wouldn't get wet. They entered the shower, soaped, rub their soapy bodies together, rinsed off and got out of the shower. Once they were back in bed, Ken rolled Betty up on top of him in the six nine position. Now Betty could give him a blow job while he had a good view of her pussy and ass and he could occasionally lick her pussy.

It wasn't very long before Betty heard Ken become vocal as his cock began to jerk with each spurt of cum in her mouth. She jacked his cock with one hand while continuing to keep his jerking cock in her mouth. She had a lot of experience in consuming cum and hardly lost a drop. After Ken's body simmered down, she reached for a tissue to wipe her mouth and lips.

Ken rolled her off and laid exhausted on his back with his eyes closed. She waited a couple of minutes before she said, "Did you like that?"

"I really did. You are one hot mama."

Betty got up and started dressing while Ken watched. He said, "You have a very beautiful body."

Betty smiled, "Thank you again. I hope you think this was worth the five hundred dollars."

"It sure is. Let me get out of bed and pay you."

Once Ken and Betty were dressed, they went downstairs. They walked into the bar to meet Bill and Kerry. Ken said, "This is one hot female. Kerry, you are going to like her." Of course, the two guys and no idea that Betty was Bill's wife. 

Betty looked a little stunned at his comments, but smiled. She said, "Ken is a real stud, too."

Betty excused herself to go to the ladies room.

Ken then told Kerry and Bill, "She sure knows how to suck a cock. She went right down on me and when I cum, I don't think she lost a drop. She gulped it all down."

Kerry exclaimed, "Wow! So she sucked you off!"

Kerry looked at Bill, "What do you think about that?"

All Bill could say since he knew Betty was his wife, "Yes, I think she is worth the full five hundred dollars and a big tip too."

Ken looked thoughtful, then said, "A tip, I forgot to give her a tip."

Ken looked at Kerry to say, "She gave me a blow job, so beware if you decide to kiss her."

Kerry commented, "I don't think that is a problem. I'm going to buy her a drink before we go upstairs." Kerry inquired, "What kind of a drink do you think she would like."

Bill spoke up since he knew what Betty liked, "I'll bet she would like a martini."

Betty returned to find four fresh drinks had been served, including one for her. They moved to a table.

Bill sat on the opposite side of the table from his wife and often glanced at her. He knew she would soon be going upstairs to fuck Kerry. It had been interesting to hear Ken tell of his time in bed with Betty and that he thought she was very sexy. He was proud of his wife being so sexy and desirable by other men. 

Ken pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket. He peeled off a one hundred dollar bill and gave it to Betty. As he handed it to her, he said in a soft voice, "Here. I forgot to give you a tip."

"Oh, thank you for being so thoughtful." Betty smiled at Ken and put the money in her purse. Bill was thinking he was glad he had mentioned the tip to Ken. His wife deserved it.

When Betty finished her drink, she looked at Kerry, "I'm ready whenever you are ready."

"Oh boy! The fun now begins," Kerry said to Bill and Ken.

Ken leaned into the middle of the table to say in a voice so that other people couldn't hear, "I had a good time with her, no doubt you will be pleased."

Bill didn't know just what to say as Kerry walked away with his beautiful wife, Betty, but did comment, "Get your money's worth."

Kerry answered back, "I will. I'm going to enjoy my time with this pretty girl."

Betty blushed a little as they walked away. Bill walked to the door of the bar to watch Kerry and Betty enter the elevator. His wife would soon be giving Kerry a blow job or letting him shoot cum in her body. He and Betty had agreed to be here and let her earn money by fucking strange men, but he sometimes felt a little jealousy. However, he had gotten used to her fucking other men at their home to pay the bills, so it didn't bother him very much. 

Kerry took Betty up to his room. As they entered she saw a three room suite, a king size bed, a lounge, and a wet bar and kitchenette. She was impressed that Kerry was financially well off to afford living quarters like this. No doubt the five hundred dollars was just a drop in the bucket for him. She had agreed for that amount and she would not ask for more. Maybe if he liked her, he would give her a big tip.

Kerry started undressing right away. Betty decided to start undressing too. She noticed Kerry kept looking at her as she shed each article of clothing. When her blouse was removed, he reach over to touch one breast and tweaked the nipple. 

Kerry commented, "You have beautiful breasts. Let me pull your panties down."

Kerry gently pulled them down and let her step out of them. When Kerry stepped out of his shorts, she saw his erection was very hard with a big purple head. 

Betty commented, "You have a big one ready for action."

"Yes, I want to love your body like its never been loved before."

Betty thought he was just saying nice things to her and didn't think sex would be any different with him. 

They laid on the bed and he began kissing her lips and breasts. Betty's first impression was that he seemed to be a good lover.

Then Kerry said, "I want to love your body all over. But first I want to tie your hands up above your head. I guarantee I will not hurt you in any way and if you don't like what I am doing, I'll quit."

Betty sat up, "Wait a minute, I've never done anything like this before. Don't tie my hands."

Kerry begged, "Please, I won't hurt you at all. I just want to kiss and love your body all over. I'll pay you a lot of money if you will agree."

Betty pondered about the money. "How do I know you won't hurt me."

"I promise to be very gentle and loosely tie your wrists . All I want to do is kiss you all over."

Betty decided to agree, "Alright, if you will theat. me tenderly."

She was having second thoughts while he was loosely tying her wrists to the head board. She thought she could possibly slip her hands loose if she felt it necessary. 

She was lying flat on her back with the bright lights on. Kerry hovered over her and started kissing her neck, then moved to her breasts. His tongue slowly licked up and down her torso. Now that she was relaxed and felt comfortable, his tongue felt very sexy roaming over her body. After thoroughly tonguing the upper part of her body and breasts, his tongue moved toward her crotch. She spread her legs to give him space. 

She could feel his tongue licking up the inside of her thighs toward her pussy, but not actually reaching her pussy. He seemed to be teasing her. He moved down in bed with his feet off the end of the bed. This put his head at her crotch. He lifted up her legs and spread them exposing her pussy and ass. She could feel his tongue licking around the sides of her pussy, then his tongue moved to lick around her butt. She could feel him licking from one cheek to the other and darting in her ass as he went from one cheek to the other. 

She was feeling very sexy and was waiting for hm to get to her pussy. He continued to lick all around her butt, ass, up the insides of her thighs, until finally his tongue reached the inter folds of her pussy. The tongue bath had made her very sexy. Once his tongue slid into her pussy and touched her clit, she knew she wanted an orgasm with him. Her hands were tied loosely and with a little struggle, she removed them from the constraints. Her hands moved to his head to encourage his tongue to give her an orgasm. 

Betty's butt was moving in rhythm with his tongue. She knew she was approaching an orgasm. Kerry knew what he was doing and was giving her many thrills she never had before. He really had a talented tongue. Betty's body began to surge and jerk as her orgasm came on strong. She was groaning and sometimes yelled while in the throes of an orgasm. With time, the orgasm slowly dissipated and her body became very limp.

Kerry continued to lightly lick her pussy, ass and her inner thighs until she finally pushed his head away.

Kerry moved up on her body with his hard cock aimed at her hole. When she aimed it with her hand, he plunged all the way in. After about four back and forth plunges, he pulled out, moved his body up so that his cock was at her mouth. She raised her head enough to take the head in her mouth. Just then he started cumming as he jacked his cock. She was afraid she would choke since she was lying on her back, so she pushed him back to take his cock out of her mouth. He continued to jack and cum all over her face as he groaned and moaned. 

This had been a new experience for Betty. She had enjoyed the tongue bath as foreplay which made her very sexy. Kerry enjoyed it too. Then she thought of all the extra money he had promised to give her. 

Kerry made a suggestion, "I would like for you to spend the night with me. You are a very sexy lady and I want to give you another orgasm before you leave me in the morning. I really enjoyed loving your beautiful body. I can afford to pay you handsomely."

Betty answered, "That's alright with me." She knew her husband would be worried about her, but he would have to wait. She would see him in the morning.

Ken and Bill were waiting for Betty and Kerry to return to the bar.. Finally, Ken said, "I guess he is still fucking her, but I'm going to bed."

Bill was about the only customer left in the bar. He hoped that his wife was alright. He didn't even know which room she was in. He decided to go to bed, too.

Kerry and Betty talked for a long time. She finally asked, "Do you think you can make it again?"

"Why don't we go to sleep and do it again when we wake up."

The sun was shining brightly in the morning when Betty opened her eyes. Kerry was getting out of bed which must have awaken her. She noticed he was naked as he went to the bathroom and then she realized she was naked in bed, too. 

Kerry said, "Let's take our showers together to wake us up."

Betty joined Kerry in the bathroom. She sat on the commode for her morning piss. Kerry quickly said, "Spread you legs. I want to see what you are doing."

This was nothing new to her because her husband often wanted to watch her piss. She spread her legs so that Kerry had a view. 

They both got in the shower to soap and wash. Kerry delighted in soaping her breasts and between her legs. "You are going to be very clean for me to kiss all over."

She responded, "I think you really like to kiss me. And it made me very sexy last night."

Once they were on the bed, Kerry tied Betty's hands up behind her again. He then proceeded to give her a long slow tongue bath from her lips down to her inner thighs. With all the foreplay before licking her pussy, Betty felt very sexy and was ready for another orgasm. Again, she released her hands from the constraints. Her hands went to his head to encourage him to give her a good orgasm. After her orgasm, he moved up to plunge his cock in her pussy. This time he gave a few back and forth plunges and started spurting cum in her body.

Kerry then ordered breakfast up to the room. While eating, Betty noticed it was very late in the morning, nearly noon. Then she remembered she had sex with two guys last night and it was probably very late before she and Kerry went to sleep. Then they took their time to have sex this morning. She was wondering what her husband, Bill, was doing. He was probably worried about her.

While eating breakfast, Kerry said, "We've had a lovely night and I really enjoyed your company. I'll give you the five hundred dollars in cash and that's about all the cash I have, but I'll write a check and you can cash it later. I'm fairly wealthy and I can easily afford to give you a good sum. You deserve all of it. I would be interested in seeing you sometime in the future. I'll give you my card so that you can contact me."




Prostitute Part Time Ch. 03



Betty and Kerry went down to the lobby. She saw Bill sitting by himself looking rather glum. They walked over to Bill. Kerry said, "Good morning. Is Ken around here?"

"Ken went out to play golf. He said he would meet you in the pro shop."

"Good. That's where I'm going now. Betty, it was nice knowing you and I hope to meet you again sometime."

"And I'm glad to have met you."

Kerry faced Bill to shake hands. "I enjoyed my time in the bar with you last night and maybe I'll see you again sometime. I often come to this resort hotel and if we meet, we'll have another drink. Maybe Betty will show up here to meet you and me again."

Bill was thinking that Kerry never had any idea that Betty was his wife. 

Now that Bill and Betty were alone together, Bill said, "I think it's time to check out and go home."

Betty opened her purse and waved the check Kerry had given her. She said, "You're going to be surprised at the amount of this check. Let's get it deposited in our checking account and spend some of it. I earned it and enjoyed doing it, too. Let's come back to this beach side hotel again."



Prostitute Part Time



We ate lunch and went to work.  That evening when we checked the mail, Bill was offered an interview with a company that might hire him in his advanced skills. If he could get the job, I wouldn’t have to sell myself anymore. Although, I was beginning to think it was very easy and very interesting to make money that way. I had enjoyed my time with Tim, and my husband didn’t seem to mind if he could watch. 

Bill went to the interview as scheduled and came home to tell me, “There is a good possibility of a good paying job, but I won’t know for at least another month.”

I thought out loud, “That’s a long time from now. In the meantime, we have the overdue rent and other bills to pay.”

Bill commented, “We haven’t heard from our landlord, but I’m sure he will want the money or some more time with you, soon.”

I hesitated for a few seconds, “That shouldn’t be any problem. My time with the landlord and with Tim was no big deal for me or for you.  That is an easy way to pay our bills until you get the better job.”

Two days later right after breakfast, Tom called, “Hello Betty, I need to talk to you about the back rent you owe.”

“Yes, I’ve been expecting you to call.  We’re still short of money and I am willing to let you come over to see me.”

He quickly said, “I’ve just had a shower and shaved, can I come over right now.”

After hesitating a few seconds, I said, “Sure, come on over.”

Bill looked a little surprised that this was going happen again so suddenly.

Bill pleaded, “Please leave the bedroom door open a crack. The other morning I had a good view of you and Tim on the bed by looking at your images in the big mirror.”

“That’s OK with me, but be sure you are discrete and Tom doesn’t see you.” 

I finished breakfast and jumped in the shower while Bill got the children off to school. Bill let Tom in when he rang the doorbell. 

Bill greeted him, “Come on in, I think Betty is out of the shower and getting ready for you.”

I had time to quickly comb my hair and put my robe on before entering the living room.

“Good morning to you, Tom”, I cheerfully said.

“And good morning to you, pretty lady. I want to make it clear that this morning will cancel all past rent, but you will owe rent for next month.”

“That is alright with me.”  I was hoping for more, but decided to agree.

Tom continued, “Also, I want to apologize to both of you if I was rude to you the other day. I’m not such a bad guy when you get to know me.”

I responded “I accept your apology”.

I smiled at him and hoped our relationship would be more pleasant.

I took his hand and headed down the hall way. I looked back to blow a kiss to my husband before we went in the spare bedroom. I left the door open a crack.

This time I let him take me in his arms and shared a sexy kiss.  He pealed the robe off my shoulders and let it drop. He stood back to admire my body.

He said, “I’ve been thinking about being with you again” as he kissed my neck and then leaned down to kiss my nipple.

“This time”, he said and hesitated while he sucked my nipple, “I want to see more of you. Let’s get on the bed in a six nine position.”

“That’s alright with me”, I responded, “Get undressed.”

I watched as he removed his undershirt. He had a very hair chest.  Then his shorts dropped to free his protruding erection. He had dense hair all over his body. When he was getting in position with me on the bed, I rubbed my hand all over his hairy chest and crotch.  First we were lying on our sides in a six nine position.  His hairy crotch was at my face. I took hold of his large cock to stroke it.

Before I could take it in my mouth, he easily rolled me up on top of him. He was a very big man and probably weighed 250 pounds while I am a petite girl weighing 105 pounds when wet. He could easily manhandle me.  I took the head of his cock in my mouth to suck and lick. When I took more of it in my mouth, his thick hair tickled my face.  This was a new experience for me and I rather liked it. 

I could feel his tongue and mouth going up and down on my pussy making me feel sexy.  I knew he had a good view of my ass and pussy because the sun was shining in the room.  I closed my eyes to enjoy his tongue while I slowly moved my mouth up and down on his big cock. He started pushing up to my mouth, then his cock started jerking and spurting.  I could feel him wildly sucking my clit while he was cumming.  He had cum too quick for me to work up to an orgasm. 

This big hunk of a man seemed exhausted as I laid on top of him. As his cock became smaller, I could roll it around in my mouth with my tongue. 

“Pretty lady, that was wonderful”, he commented after he took a good relaxing breath. 

When I rolled off of him, he looked at his watch to say, “I’ve only been here a few minutes with you. You surely won’t make me leave this soon.”

“Don’t panic, I’ll stay here with you for one more time if you can get it hard.  I have plenty of time before lunch and to dress before I leave for my job.”

“Let’s sit up in bed, I want to talk to you”, he said.

I had forgotten to look at the mirror to see if my husband had watch, but I assume he did watch. I didn’t see him now that we were sitting up in bed.

Tom started to say something, but then acted as if didn’t know how to express this thoughts.

“Betty, I wonder if you would do something for me”, then he hesitated.

I could only assume he want to fuck me in some particular position. 

“Betty, I have a son who just graduated from High School. I want to give him a special treat for his present. Would you let him come over here and have sex with you?  Please!”

That took me by complete surprise.  Would I let a young guy fuck me?  I did it enough times when I was in High School, so why not again? 

Tom continued, “I will pay you the same amount as Jim paid you.  Don’t make my son leave as long as he can get it hard.”

I thought about the timing, then said, “If he arrived here at nine in the morning, I would have about two hours at the most before I had to prepare for lunch and leave for my job.”

Tom looked pleased, “That would be fine.”

“Tell me a little about him so I’ll know what to expect.”

“He is a big guy and has been a leading jock in High School. He participated in all the sports and won some wrestling trophies.”

That made me wonder about wrestling around in bed with him.  I assumed he could easily manhandle me like his dad does. 

Then my thoughts returned to my present position in bed with Tom. I decided if I was going to stay in bed with him long enough for him to cum one more time, I had better get something going.  I started playing with his cock and balls.

I teased him a little by saying, “Did you like looking at my ass and pussy when you cum a few minutes ago?”

“Oh yes!  Very much. You have a very pretty pussy and I liked the way your ass puckered at times.  I felt tempted to stick my finger in it.”

“Well, if that turns you on, use your finger there next time.  But don’t plan to fuck me there because your cock is too big.”

I continued, “Did you like the way I licked the head of your cock and sucked you off.”

“You did a wonderful job. I’m sure your husband enjoys it that way. I assume you do it all the time because your mouth and tongue are very talented.  I know my son will like it, too.”

With all the sexy talking and my playing with Tom’s cock, he was beginning to get a little hard. I took it in my mouth while he watched me. When I raised my face, I glanced at the mirror to see my husband watching. I’m sure he enjoys watching me suck Tom’s cock trying to get it hard again. 

After a few minutes of having his cock in my mouth and trying to put part of his balls in my mouth too, he was about hard enough to get it in my pussy. 

I softly said, “Tom, which way do you want it? I know you are too heavy to get on top of me.”

“Ride me like you did the other day.”

I moved up to straddle his hips, aimed his cock and settled down on it.  As our eyes met, I could see the excitement in his eyes.  His hands grasped my butt as I wiggled on him. His hands assisted in raising and lowering my butt as his cock came nearly all the way out and plunged back in my body.  He was making my butt go up and down faster.  Then he pulled my body down so that my breasts rested on him.  

Now one of his hands roamed up over my butt to let a finger move down the crease of my ass. I knew he wanted to sink a finger in me.  He started pushing up to me as I gyrated on his cock. I thought he was trying to work up to cum again. We kept up the erotic movements while his finger was now buried in my ass.  He was either holding back for me to have an orgasm with him, or he was having a problem having one. He had just cum a little earlier, and maybe he could not cum again this soon. 

I could feel my orgasm coming on and was not going to wait for him. I quickly glanced in the mirror to see my husband was still watching. Guess that turned me on a little more because my orgasm came on very strong.  I groaned and moaned and yelled a little while my body surged with sexual excitement. Evidently, this was enough for Tom to loudly yell and start spurting in my body.  I could feel his finger fucking my ass while I was in the throes of my orgasm.

We both laid exhausted for awhile until I could feel his cock about to fall out of my pussy.  I knew he was well satisfied and I had enjoyed my time with him, too. 

As I rolled off of him, I looked in the mirror again, but did not see Bill. 

Tom and I got up to dress, then I went in the bathroom to clean up. Tom went on in the living room to talk to Bill.  I soon joined them. 

“Thanks for cancelling all our back rent”, I said to Tom.

“You’re very welcome. Our time together was well worth it.  Don’t forget, my son, Greg, will be here tomorrow morning at nine.”

After he left, Bill said, “You were very sexy. I got so excited when I watched his cock fucking you that I just about had to masturbate, but I waited for you.”

I noticed Bill had unzipped and had his cock out.  Bill hugged me and deeply kissed me, “Betty, I love you and you are so sexy. I’m so lucky to have you.”

While we were still kissing, I reached down to feel his very hard erection. I pushed him back on the couch and got down on my knees. My mouth quickly covered his cock. He was pushing up to me and saying over and over, “I love you.” He quickly cum in my mouth. 

I got up to say, “It’s time I dressed so we can eat lunch and go to work.”

While I was at my job doing routine tasks, I got to thinking.  I had recently been in bed with two different guys other than my husband. Then I thought about my husband watching and got turned on. No doubt I love my husband and children very much, but I did enjoy my time with the two guys. Now, tomorrow morning, I’ll let a young high school graduate fuck me.  Where is all this leading? I really didn’t know. I knew I shouldn’t be doing it, but the money is good, I like it, and my husband is thrilled to watch. I’ll have to be careful that I don’t get a disease. Maybe when Bill gets a good paying job, I’ll quit fucking others, but then maybe I won’t. 

The next morning I decided to dress up a little before I met Greg. I put on a mini dress, but didn’t have anything on underneath. I applied lipstick and combed my hair. Since he was much younger than I am, I thought I should try to look appealing to him. 

At nine o’clock, young Greg and Tom knocked at our door.

Tom said, “I want you to meet my son, Greg. I’ve going to leave him for his graduation present.”

Greg looked like a very handsome hunk.  I assumed all through high school he had plenty of girl friends and was probably experience with sex. 

“Greg, would you like to sit down for a little bit so we can get acquainted”, I cheerily said.

Guess he didn’t have much of an option. I suggested he sit in a chair while Bill and I sat on the couch opposite him. I allowed my legs to open. Already, my mini dress was up to about my hips to give Greg a preview of what he would see a little later. I noticed he couldn’t keep from glancing at my legs and crotch while we made small talk. I knew he couldn’t see my pussy because I was sitting on it, but I knew he could see my pubic hair. 

I thought I had teased him long enough, so I got up to say, “Take my hand and we’ll go in the bedroom.”

He didn’t need a second invitation as he quickly got up.  We went in the spare bedroom and I left the door open just a crack as usual.

I turned to him, “Greg, you are a really handsome hunk of a guy. I’ll bet you’ve been in bed with many girls, have you?”

“Oh! Guess I’ve had my share. I had a lot of dates, but not all of them would let me go all the way.  I do have one special girl that I may marry some day, but I haven’t been in her pants as yet.”

“That’s too bad. If you really love her, I know you would like to have sex with her.  This morning we’re going to have some fun.  I don’t know what your preferences are, but we’ll start out and see what develops.  If you want to do something different, just let me know. I’m here to entertain you for your graduation present.  I’m well experienced with all different positions.”

“Thank you for being so easy to be with. I like you and I think you are beautiful. You dressed very sexy for me.”

I think I blushed a little at that, then said, “I wanted you to like me, not just for sex, but as a person.”

He commented, “It looks to me as if you are not wearing underware.  Your nipples are protruding and plain to be seen.”

“I dressed this way just for you. Would you like to feel my breasts?”

He walked close to me to feel my breasts through my dress then said, “Let me take your dress off and I can feel them better.”

I took his hand in mine and moved it down to the hem of my dress. Together, we pulled the dress up and off over my head. 

I reached down to feel his hard cock through his pants and said, “Get out of these and let me see what you are hiding.”

I helped him undress and was not disappointed when I saw his erection.  The head was large and purple as if it was about to explode. I wanted to explore it with my mouth, but didn’t want to rush.

Before I knew what was happening, he picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the bed.  Before he put me down, our lips met briefly at first, then his tongue slipped in my mouth to find my tongue.  That made me feel very sexy and I knew I was going to enjoy my time with him. 

He laid me down on my back, then leaned over to gently kiss my nipples. I put my hands at the sides of my breasts and pushed the nipples up into his mouth. He lifted up to look in my eyes, then our mouths opened wide for a very sexy kiss. Our lips and tongues meshed together along with a mixture of saliva for a long kiss. I could feel wetness at my crotch. 

When he broke the kiss and lifted up a little to look in my eyes again, I smiled and said, “How would you like to cum in my mouth the first time?”

“Wow! That would be extra special. I didn’t know if you would let me do it like that.”

“Don’t be bashful”, I responded, “let me know how to please you.”

Earlier, I had decided to have him cum that way the first time.  After that he could maintain an erection long enough give me an orgasm when he fucked me. 

He laid on his back to allow me to kiss his body all the way down to his cock.  I licked around the large purple head, then sucked on it.

He exclaimed, “That’s really good. Do it some more.”

I licked up and down the underside taking time to lick his balls to tease him before I went down on his cock as far as I could. His body was tensing up and shaking a little as he began to moan. I knew he would be cumming very soon.  His cock began to jerk as I was taking each spurt in my mouth and throat. 

He groaned and moaned, and told me “That is so good. I can hardly believe this is happening to me.”

I moved back up to lie by his side with his arms around me. I did take time to glance at the mirror to see my husband. I then knew he had watched me suck the cum out of Greg’s cock. 

My hand roamed down to his cock to find it was still a little hard. I assumed this young guy would recover fairly fast. 

He rolled me onto my back, then laid on his side but propped up on an elbow to look in my eyes. 

I smiled at him, “I think you like me a little.”

“I like you a whole lot. Too bad you are married because I would like to spend a lot of time with you even though you are much older.”

I noticed he glanced down toward my breasts. He said, “I’ve been with several girls, but it was in a darkened motel room or in the back seat of the car. I’ve never had the opportunity to see much of a naked girl in daylight.”

“Now you have the opportunity.  You’re looking at me with the sun shining through the window. Look and feel all you want.”

He looked a little shy and then I guessed what he wanted.

I asked, “Do you want a closer look between my legs.”

He nodded his head, then I said, “Turn around and put your head near my bottom. You can look, feel, and explore all you want.”

I was already lying on my back, so I spread my legs and pulled them up to give him plenty of space to see. I looked down to see his face was close to my pussy and ass. Then I could feel him spread my lips. When he touched my clit, I sexually flinched a little.

I said, “That is my most sensitive part. I like to be touched there.”

He took time to explore my pussy. He entered his fingers as he played with me. He let a finger roam lightly over my ass hole. 

I said, “I am a little sensitive there too. That feels good.”

Then he concentrated on my pussy moving his face for a closer look.

He exclaimed, “I think I see your pee hole. I’ve never seen one before. That looks very small.”

I responded, “It just the right size for me to pee. Now that you are down there, have you ever licked and kissed a girl’s pussy?”

“No I never have. May I?”

“Please do, I like for a man to lick and suck on my clit.”

He started moving his tongue up and down my slit. I could tell he was not experienced at doing this, but he would learn.

I commented, “Suck on my clit, too.”

He was learning fast because I was beginning to feel very erotic.  I could feel his tongue alternate between licking over the crack of my ass and up my slit, then sucking on my clit. 

I moaned a little as I said, “You’re doing a good job, but concentrate more on my clit.”

I felt my body building up to an orgasm. I put my hands on his head to help guide the thrills he was giving me. My orgasm came on strong as my body shook and shuddered. 

When I relaxed, he said, “Wow!  That was exciting. You actually had an orgasm while I sucked your clit.”

I calmly responded, “Most girls like it way.  Didn’t you know that?”

“No I didn’t. I’m learning a lot from you.  That’s the first time I ever did anything like that. It’s very exciting.”

He moved back up for me to cuddle in his arms. I reached down to feel a very hard cock. 

I commented, “I think that turned you on to look at my pussy. Now would you like to fuck me?”

“I sure would.”

He started to crawl on top of me. I said, “Have you always fucked a girl by getting on top?.”

“Yes, what is wrong with that?”

“That’s alright, but you are very heavy and will mash me.  There are other positions.  Let me get on top of you.”

He laid on his back allowing me to straddle his hips. I held his cock to ease all the way down.

I said, “Now, isn’t this a comfortable position?”

“Yes it is, but I can’t move very much.”

“That’s alright, I’ll ride you and make most of the movements. Just enjoy yourself.”

His cock felt very erotic in me. I stopped movements now and then to squeeze on his cock. I glanced at the mirror to see my husband was watching me ride this young hunk of a guy. 




Prostitute Part Time



We were approaching orgasms about the same time.  Greg was loudly grunting and I think I was mostly moaning as we both had orgasms.  I was sure this was turning my husband on even more. 

I held tissues at my crotch to walk to the bathroom. My husband came into the bathroom with me and I knew what he wanted, a blow job. I would do that for him because he had waited so patiently while I was making extra money to pay the bills. 

He said, “That stud can really screw you. I’m so turned on.  You are going to give me relief or I will have to masturbate.  By the way, your lipstick is smeared all over you face.”

I grinned and said, “That hunk of a man can really kiss. He had his tongue in my mouth with our saliva mixing several times. It was a real turn on for both of us.”

I was sitting on the commode when Bill’s cock popped out of his pants.  I took it in my mouth and he quickly exploded.

I said, “That takes care of you right now. I have to go back in the bedroom, probably to let him fuck me one more time. I’ve looked at my watch and I do have enough time before lunch.”

I kissed my husband and went back to get in bed with Greg. 

I asked, “Do you think you can get hard one more time?”

“I know I can, just give me a little time.”

I then asked, “What would you like to do right now?”

“I want to play with your pussy some more.”

Greg turned around to get down in bed. I spread my legs, pulled them up so that my knees nearly touched my breasts.  This spread my bottom to give Greg plenty of room to look and feel. Greg laid between my legs to lick up the crease of my ass and my pussy. He took his time to caress all over my bottom with his tongue. I was getting a tongue bath.  He would lick up my slit, then hold the lips open to look and poke a finger in me. 

He said, “I see your pee hole. I would like to watch you pee.”

I hesitated because I knew my husband was in the hall peeking in at us. 

I loudly said, “So you would like to see a girl pee. We can go in the bathroom right now.”

Greg and I got up to walk naked into the hall bathroom. I didn’t see my husband.

I left the bathroom door open so that my husband could hear from a distance. I sat on the commode and spread my legs. Greg got down on his knees to get a closer look.  My stream of urine started flowing.  Greg seemed fascinated to watch.”

He said, “This is something special I never expected to see.”

When I finished and wiped myself, we went back to the bedroom where he wanted to explore between my legs some more.  I glanced at the mirror to see my husband making motions pointing at his watch. I knew time was getting short.

I asked, “Greg, are you going to make it one more time? My watch says I need to get out of bed soon.”

“Yes, I’m ready. When he moved around and I could see his cock, it looked sufficiently hard to enter me.”

I said, “Have you ever fucked a girl doggie style?”

“No, but I would like to try.”

“OK, you get behind me when I get up on my knees.”

Greg moved up close behind me, aimed his cock and pushed. His cock easily slid all the way in. He placed a hand on each side of my butt and started back and forth movements. I couldn’t do much except to stay steady on my knees. I put my head and arms down on the bed to anchor myself while my butt was sticking up in the air. 

Greg kept plunging in and pulling back out for several minutes.  I was beginning to wonder if he could cum again for a third time this morning. I knew my husband would be watching.  Later my husband told me that Greg was looking down to watch his cock go back and forth in my pussy. 

Greg finally banged my bottom one more time very hard as he cum in me. I could feel his cock jerk as he empted his sperm deep in my pussy.

Greg pulled out without using tissues and his cum ran out of me down my legs and on to the sheets. Now I would have to change and wash the sheets. 

Greg apologetically said, “I’m sorry I made such a mess.”

I reassured him that it was not a problem by saying, “Don’t give it another thought, I was going to change the sheets anyway.” 

Greg helped me wipe up the mess on my legs and crotch before we both left for the bathroom to clean up.

As Greg and I walked down the hall to the bathroom, Bill was in the living room sitting in a position to see us.

Bill waved and said, “So you two have finally finished.”

Greg seemed embarrassed to be caught naked with me in the hall, but we quickly stepped in the bathroom. 

I decided to take a quick shower to do a better job of cleaning up. 

Greg asked, “Could I take a shower with you?  I’ve never done that before.”

“Sure, join me.”

We soaped each other and rubbed our soapy bodies together as he kissed me several times. Evidently, this got him turned on enough to have the beginnings of an erection.

We got out of the shower to dry off.  I bent over to briefly suck the limp head in my mouth, then said, “Some other time, we’ll do this again.”

“Oh, I really hope so”, he emphatically responded.

When Greg and I both returned to the living room where my husband was sitting, he greeted us, “Greg, hope you had a good time. Isn’t my wife a very sexy person?”

Greg looked a little embarrassed, “She is very sexy. I really like being with her.”

Greg continued, “Oh, I just about forgot, here is the money my dad wants you to have”.

I accepted it then handed it to Bill, “Thank you Greg for the money.  I hope you think sex with me was worth it.”

“Oh yes, it was. Wish I had more money to come back every day to see you.”

It went though my thoughts that I wish he had the money to come back to see me every morning. I could pay all the bills buy new furniture and do lots of things.

I cheerily said, “It has been nice to meet you and maybe we’ll see you again sometime.”

He responded as he went out the door, “I hope so, bye.”

Now I faced my husband. He held me for a long sexy kiss. I could feel his erection rubbing against me and knew what he wanted.

I looked at my watch, “I don’t have much time, but if you want a quickie, let’s do it. I won’t have time for an orgasm.”

I placed a box of tissues on the couch. I got up on my knees facing the back of the couch.  Bill dropped his pants, walked up to my butt and aimed his cock. I braced myself by putting my hands on the back of the couch.  After a few plunges into my pussy, he erupted.  When he simmered down, I held tissues underneath his cock before he pulled out.

He said, “Tonight when we have more time, I’m going to make real love to you and give you many orgasms.”

I responded, “That’s a promise I want you to keep.”

That night when we came home there was a message on the phone answering system.  The job interview for Bill was successful. He was asked to start work the following week. Now he could make enough money to pay the bills without prostituting myself. 

We hugged and kissed, then took a shower together and went to bed in each others arms. After a few kisses, I was sitting up on his cock. We decided there was no rush and we hadn’t talked much since we got the good news. 

I pulsated my pussy on Bill’s cock while I was sitting still on him.

Bill said, “That feels good. Now you don’t have to fuck the landlord anymore.”

“I know I don’t.  But it wasn’t that bad and I made a lot of money.”

Bill was a little slow in commenting, but then responded, “And it was very sexy when I watched those guys fuck you. Watching someone else’s cock go back and forth in your pussy while you hunched up really turned me on. I think I will miss watching you.”


“Yes, it always turned me on to know you were watching. Maybe those three guys will ask to see me again.  Maybe my price is too high and they can’t afford to visit me.”

Bill was thinking, then said, “Yes, you could lower your price.  I think Tom, the landlord, would likely agree to visit you if you only charged him one half of a months rent. That way he could visit you every two weeks and we would not pay rent anymore.”

I said, “That’s a good idea.. I could spend a couple of hours in bed for less money and they could afford to visit me.  Tom’s brother, Tim, doesn’t have a wife anymore and he needs someone for sex. I could be that someone.”

Bill responded, “What about that young stud, Greg? I think you liked sex with him.”

“Yes, he is not having sex with the girl he hopes to marry and now he has a good job with extra money.  Two hours in bed with him sometime would be a pleasure.”

I was still sitting on Bill’s cock as we continued to talk.  I was feeling more erotic now that we had talked about continuing my sexual escapades to make extra money.

I said, “With all the money I can make, we can buy new furniture and take nice vacations.  Also, I could quit my job at McDonalds and stay home for more time to entertain these three guys.  I wonder if they have some relatives who would like to visit me?.  I could make even more money.”

Bill responded, “I’m really getting turned on talking about it. Start riding me and let me blast cum in you.”

I quickly said, “Yes, lets have sex all night. I want to have several orgasms before it gets daylight.  I’ll call the landlord tomorrow and tell him he can visit me for one half of a months rent. And he should tell the other two guys I’ve lowered my price.”



Prostitute



I stepped out of the shoes, turning around to face him as I did so. The fact that I was now several inches shorter and that my legs wouldn't look so good would be more than offset by the sight of my naked, clean-shaven cunt, the gold of the ring in my clit hood gleaming at the point where my labia flowered from my mons. Standing closer to him, my cunt at his eye-level, I put a foot up beside him on the bed. He could now see right inside me if he wanted to - my cunt, not at all to my surprise, was feeling distinctly juicy and open - and as I undid the suspenders on that leg, I could smell the delicious scent of my own sex. Keeping my leg up, my thigh almost brushing his cheek, I unrolled the stocking and drew it off my leg. Then I repeated the operation with my other leg. I moved even closer so that this time he could hardly help but bury his nose in my cunt...

Deftly I unhooked the suspender belt and dropped it onto the floor. My friend pressed his face into my cunt, inhaling my scent, which luckily was all mine - the rubbery smell of the condoms the other clients had used now well hidden under the intoxicating perfume of my own moisture. I caressed the back of his neck, pressing his face further into me and moving my hips against him. This was definitely more like it. This was how I'd imagined it could be... He put his hands on my waist and gently but firmly put me from him. 'Time I got my own kit off' he said, and undressed quickly, laying his clothes neatly on the chair. I'd stretched out on the bed and it was no time at all before he joined me. I wasn't sure whether to take the lead or let him choose how we fucked. All I knew was that for the first time that night I was actually turned on by the client himself and the thing we were doing. Before, it had been the idea of what they were doing to me - the use to which I was being put. The men could have been anyone - were indeed anyone. But this was different.

Fleetingly I wondered if my desire to fuck this man counted as unfaithfulness to you - but no, it couldn't be. We both knew what things were likely to happen to me and that one way or another I would take pleasure in those things... that had been your intention, after all. That, plus your own pleasure in knowing that I would do this, would indeed do anything, for you, unquestioningly. It never ceased to amaze and gratify me that we'd found each other - I who took pleasure in such esoteric things and you, who wanted me to do them and found your own pleasure thereby.

He moved close to me and stroked his fingers over my cunt, tugging gently at the ring, which caused ripples of pleasurable sensation to surge through me. His fingers explored, smoothing over my nakedness, spreading me open as they went, dipping just inside my cunt, discovering me and tantalising me at one and the same time. This wasn't a casual fuck - this was making love... He leant over and kissed me. I knew prostitutes weren't in the habit of kissing their clients but this was different and I opened my mouth to his. His lips were surprisingly gentle and soft and he actually kissed rather well. His mouth tasted good and I gave myself up to the kiss, feeling more and more turned on by this man. As his teeth closed playfully over my lower lip, I felt his cock sliding into my cunt at last. I gasped at the rightness of the feeling and wrapped my legs around his body.

Slowly at first, he moved in and out of me, long deliberate strokes that each time made me fear he intended to withdraw altogether but controlled so that he never did. Gradually he built the rhythm up so that he was fucking me harder and faster. I was fucking him back, clasping my cunt muscles around him, trying to give him as much pleasure as he was giving me. He moved so that he was almost kneeling, and lifted my legs high, holding my ankles up in one strong hand so that I was bent back on myself and he could watch his cock sliding, more slowly now, in and out of me. I couldn't see, of course, but suddenly it occurred to me that I hadn't put a condom on him and I didn't know if he'd put one on himself. I assumed that he would have done, out of a sense of self-preservation if nothing else...

He moved again so that my ankles were resting on his shoulders and leant forwards so that I was doubled-up underneath him. Now he moved harder and faster, harder and faster, knocking the breath out of me with each delicious stroke. Thoughts of condoms, all thoughts of any kind, vanished as I gave myself up to the man and the act, the all-encompassing sensations that were building in my body. Suddenly, he stopped, pulling back slightly. 'I don't want to come just yet', he muttered. 'I'll wait... save it till the others get here...' Slowly, he withdrew from me and I lowered my legs to the bed. My cunt, dripping wet, ached to be filled once more. Instead, we lay next to each other, tracing the lines of our bodies, exploring the textures, hills and hollows with our fingers and the tastes of skin, salt and slick with sweat, with our tongues. We caught each others' gazes and laughed, almost guiltily. Surely it wasn't actually supposed to be this good...

That, at least, was what I was thinking when the knock came at the door. 'Company', he said with a smile, and smacked me lightly on the arse. 'Get up, woman, and let them in'. Naked, I rose from the bed and opened the door to the two men who stood there slightly awkwardly. My friend raised himself on one elbow and called them into the room. 'We didn't wait for you,' he said with a grin, 'but there's plenty to go around. Better get undressed - I should...' He didn't make introductions but I hardly expected that - it would have been difficult anyway, as he didn't know my name... His friends stripped, laying their clothes neatly on top of his and mine on the chair and I could hardly help noticing that both of them were already hard and obviously eager to join the fray.

Both the newcomers were younger than him, although only one appeared to be younger than I was - and he was a really handsome-looking young man in his early twenties, too young for me - I always preferred older men - but then again, too gorgeous to resist, not that resisting was on the cards tonight no matter what they looked like. This young man had tanned skin, as if he worked outdoors, stripped to the waist, in all weather. He had thick, floppy chestnut hair worn long on top but shaved into the nape of his neck - a nape that just begged to be caressed... In fact he had rather the look of a glossy-maned pony, you wanted to stroke him... The older man was about my own age, maybe a little older, also tanned and his dark hair, close-cropped, was grizzled. He had deep-set green eyes and I felt a lurch of lust deep within when our glances met.

Heavens, what was happening to me tonight.... I felt insatiable. I'd already performed sexual acts with more men, in this one night, than in my entire life up till now, and yet here I was, wanting even more. I shook my head with a little laugh. Going back to everyday life would perhaps seem rather tame after this... There was little time for reflection after that. Soon we were all on the bed together - I hoped it was strong enough - and tangled up in a mess of limbs and parts and hair and hands so that it was impossible for me to tell which bit belonged to which man and really it hardly seemed to matter - they made sure no one of them missed out... At first we were just touching and stroking and feeling each other, using hands and mouths to touch and lick, kiss and bite, stroke and pinch, in a barrage of sensation that was exquisite in its unpredictability.

Wherever I laid my hands or mouth, an eager cock found its target, or a mouth closed around my fingers, or my breasts... I sucked and kissed and nibbled and stroked each of them, as constantly they moved around me and in turn, no part of my body was left unkissed, unlicked, untouched... My cunt was spilling its juices down my thighs and always there was a tongue there licking them up... Fingers probed my arse, my cunt, my mouth, my ears even. Our legs and arms entwined and it was impossible to tell where one body ended and one began or, in the end, whose pleasure was the greater... Finally, someone's cock penetrated my cunt and as we rocked together, blind with lust, another cock fed itself into my mouth. I was unaware of who was fucking me or who I was sucking, I'd closed my eyes the better to give myself up to physical sensation...

I was sitting astride, circling my hips, controlling the pace at which we fucked. The man I was impaled upon was of a good size but I was so wet and open that it was hard to keep him within me. Then I felt a gentle pressure on my neck as I was pushed forward... I opened my eyes to see that the man I was fucking was the gorgeous youngster, and as I was pushed further down my breasts dangled into his face. He took one of my nipples into his mouth and closed his own eyes in a beatific expression of satisfaction as he chewed on my nipple, almost smothered by my breasts. The man I was sucking lowered himself to his knees, the joints cracking like pistol-shots, and I recognised the man who'd claimed my attention in the first place. That meant that the man whose cock was even now pressing gently but firmly against my arsehole was the man with the beautiful eyes, the one who'd made my stomach flip over when I'd first taken a look at him.

I relaxed my muscles, making the entry as easy for him as possible. He knew what he was doing and evidently didn't want to hurt me - he took his time, his cock hard but only inching forward as he penetrated me slowly, so slowly that I hardly felt the moment that he slipped inside. The feeling was almost indescribable - I'd never felt so full in my life. I couldn't concentrate on what was happening, one moment more conscious of the cock in my mouth, then the one in my cunt, then the one in my arse - it seemed impossible to comprehend the totality of sensation, as if my brain and body were overloaded and could not cope with the full experience... But although my brain was shutting down, my body seemed to be taking over. I'd given up on trying to control anything that was happening now - the men were setting their own rhythm, and all I had to do was to give myself up to them utterly. I felt like a ragdoll, let myself go limp so as not to interfere with the beat of our bodies.

The man beneath me could take no more, what with my own writhings as I was thrust into by the man behind me and the extra stimulation that thrusting was giving him. He shuddered and stiffened as he came, pumping his cock into me with all the vigour you'd expect in a man his age. The man in my arse stepped up his rhythm and fucked me harder and faster. Although he'd used nothing but my own juices to lube me with, I was so wet and open now that it felt to me that he was sliding in and out almost as easily as if it were into my cunt. Meanwhile my old friend was still holding out, admirably, at my mouth, determined to last at least as long as his younger colleagues. The man I still sat astride was softening slowly inside me and in fact this made the vigorous arse-fucking I was still receiving more pleasurable - I was no longer stretched almost beyond my capacity.

Nevertheless I felt on the verge of collapse and would have allowed myself to sink onto my stomach if it hadn't been for my old friend still availing himself of my mouth. I put all my efforts now into pleasuring him - the others could take care of themselves. I looked up at my friend and smiled at him as well as I could around his cock. I did my best to alternate long wet licks with sucking and nibbling although it was hard to control my actions with the man behind me now holding me tightly at the hips and thrusting into me more and more quickly as he built towards his climax. The sight of this coupled with my closer attention, however, proved too much now for the older man and at last he came, his cock unleashing copious amounts of cum into my mouth and down my throat.

This sudden outpouring into my mouth tipped me over the edge into my own orgasm - the first in that long night, but one which had been building in me slowly, little by little but inexorably, almost from the moment you'd arrived at my front door hours earlier with my now-discarded tart's clothes in your hands. Slowly as it had arrived, drawing upon sensations such as I'd never experienced before and emotions stirred deeply by the behaviour you'd forced me into during the course of the past few hours, behaviour which answered some deeply-felt need that till now had never truly been met, now it crashed upon me with the full force of a tidal wave. It felt as if I'd never come before, as if this was a totally new way of feeling, stronger and more moving and devastating than any orgasm I'd ever experienced in my life up till now. Totally abandoned to the moment and my physical being, I moaned and thrashed and my body jerked over and over in spasms of pleasure so sharp they were almost like pain... All of which was far too much for the man in my arse and crying out as if he too was in pain, he came inside me, clinging onto my body as if to something solid in a stormy sea.

I certainly felt as if I'd been overtaken by nothing less than shipwreck or earthquake or flood... Waves of sweeter, lesser pleasure were still washing over me as I slipped down onto the bed, my muscles still clenching and unclenching rhythmically... It seemed like the longest orgasm I'd had in my entire life. All four of us lay there, drained, slippery with sweat which cooled rapidly now on our relaxed bodies. Perhaps we slept - certainly we lay there in companionable silence, replete, while we gathered our wits and our strength. My old friend, finally, was the first to make a move. 'It's three in the morning, friends' he said. 'Time we were on our way.' He turned to look at me as he pulled on his clothes. 'What about you, love?' he asked. 'What now for you?'

What indeed, I wondered dully. I supposed I had to dress and go back out onto the streets - a prospect which was anything but pleasing at that late hour, in my current state of blissed-out exhaustion, in that cold, damp night. 'I'll drop you off', he said and at his words the others were galvanised into life. Almost embarrassed to be in each other's company now, we all dressed hurriedly. Shame-facedly, the men added a considerable amount to the stack of tenners in the chest-of-drawers. They looked round quickly to make sure they had all their belongings and we left the little room with its rumpled bed, the room which now reeked - deliciously - of sex...

The others went their way and I followed my friend to his car. We said little on the short drive back to my pitch. He dropped me off there and as I took up my position once again, he leant through the car window and called softly, 'All the best, love - that was a night to remember and no mistake!' I smiled back and gave him a little wave. The truth was that I was now weary of the whole business and much as I'd enjoyed the last couple of hours, it was over and I wanted him gone. It had been wonderful - all and more than I could ever have hoped - but it was not the sort of thing that made for a lasting relationship. I smiled to myself as his car pulled away. I was alone on the streets. In all directions, empty wet cobbles stretched, reflecting intermittently the orange glare of the sodium lights. The other girls had evidently finished for the night. Surely soon, now, I'd see your car in the distance. You'd come for me and take me home...



Prostitution....Kinda



It all started one night as my wife and I were watching some police drama on TV before going to bed. The plot revolved around a prostitution ring. Nothing terribly exciting, just the usual police stuff with a couple of scantily dressed hookers and some sort of confrontation going on involving them. It was then I came up with an idea which has since changed my (sex) life.

We had been married for several years and while we were still very attracted to each other, our sex life was a series of 3-4 positions a couple times a week when time and energy permitted us. 

I asked my wife while pointing to the TV, "Have you ever thought about what you would do for the right price?"

"Sexually you mean?" she replied. 

"Um, yeah."

"I don't know, never really thought about it. I doubt though I could ever, even if things were really bad, be a hooker like those on the show. Why do you ask?" she said.

"I was just thinking, there might be things I like and things you like which we would both be willing to ah, pay for – for lack of better terms."

"You know that I'm happy with our sex life and you definitely fulfill me. But as far as things I would 'pay for', while sex isn't high on my list, I would pay for someone to weed my backyard garden once in a while and do some of the other odd jobs we never seem to have time for" she said, playfully jabbing me in the side.

"And if those jobs were suddenly done for you, what would you 'pay' for them?", I asked, returning the light jab.

"I don't know, make me an offer" she replied playfully.

Going for it, I said, "Hmmm, well you know that while I would never complain about your oral affections, we have talked about how I like it a certain way and you like to give it a different way?" She nodded. "Well", I continued, "how about you pay me for weeding the garden with a blow job in the way I prefer?"

Smiling at me, "I see where this is going", she said. "You want me to 'pay' for your services? Or are you paying me for my services?" she asked.

"I think its like the hookers on TV. At the end of the day, we both get what we want. But in our case no money, just ah – services - are exchanged." I said. 

By this time we both both sitting up and facing each other. Her legs were crossed in my direction, indicating her interest in our conversation and I was absentmindedly caressing her toned legs and had an arm around her. She looked back at the TV thoughtfully. There had been a couple brief scenes in the TV show which had shown the hookers with their Johns in the middle of some racy acts. Being network TV, it was nothing too revealing but they had my wife fidgeting during those scenes and I had been thinking that perhaps with those thoughts in mind we were going to have some extra fun tonight.

She turned back to me and grinning she said, "Deal. You weed the backyard vegetable garden to my satisfaction and I will go down on you to your satisfaction."

It was Thursday night so I said, "Saturday morning I will handle the garden and Saturday night we'll conclude the deal". I then reached up and started caressing her face and she grabbed my hand and said, "Not now mister. I want you primed and ready for Saturday night". And with that she got up and left me on the couch with a growing case of blue balls.

Saturday came painfully slowly and early Saturday morning I was up and fulfilling my end of the transaction. By noon there was not a weed or unwanted item anywhere in the garden. It looked like a cover of Better Homes and Gardens. Covered with sweat and dirt I knocked on the back door and when my wife opened it I said, "Ready for your inspection".

After putting on a pair of cheap sandals she proceeded to thoroughly inspect each row of her vegetable garden, looking over everything as closely as possible. Failing to come upon a single weed she said, "Well it looks like you have paid for my services tonight." 

I instantly got excited thinking about those services. She was very good at giving oral, but often preferred doing it her way. Occasionally though she did it a certain way which drove me crazy and I had communicated this to her. Her response was that the technique and angles I preferred left her jaw sore and was not as easy as it looked. Since it was never a deal breaker for me, I never made an issue of it. 

I washed up and shortly after dinner that night she appeared in the hallway wearing a sheer babydoll outfit (which always drove me crazy to see her in) and said, "It time for payment for services rendered." And with that she took my hand and led me to our bedroom. Standing in front of me and running her hands up my chest she said, "I have never done this prostitute thing before, I'll do the best I can."

I replied, "I've never been with one before either, but I'll think we'll be just fine."

And with that she continued to run her hands up and down my chest. Moving behind me she continued running her hands over my torso, just teasing me by going down to my waist and then moving her hands back up.

After a minute or two she took my belt and undid it while just unsnapping my pants, but leaving my zipper done up. I was just standing there letting her do her thing and enjoying every minute of it. I guess she is supposed to do the work, right? She continued to run her hands up and down me, each time moving down a bit farther, eventually rubbing her hands up and down my now semi-hard erection from outside my pants.

Whispering in my ear "Ohh, someone is getting excited. Is that because of me? She asked rhetorically. I nodded in response.

"Good. Its time to let him out to play." And with that she reached around to my zipper, pulled it down, and let my pants drop to the floor. In anticipation of the night I had decided to go 'commando'. "Oh, I see you're ready to play" she giggled in excitement.

"I have been thinking about this for the past two days", she whispered in my ear. "I can't wait to feel your dick in my mouth and take it as far down my throat as I can". And with that she grabbed my now very hard erection and sat me down on the bed.

Moving to her knees, she reached up and unbutton my shirt. Discarding it, she began to caress my thighs which both relaxed and excited me. She grabbed my cock and beginning with some slight licks at the base treated me like a favorite lollipop. After a minute of this she licked up its entirety and with one full swoop took me in her mouth at least 3 inches. 

Now I am not gigantic. I'm an unmeasured 6 inches, average I guess, but I like to think I have a better than average girth. My wife typically has to work to get more than the head in her mouth and usually doesn't take more than a couple inches in her mouth at best. So this was a treat.

After going up and down a couple times, gagging just slightly, she said, "I have been practicing some with a banana and a cucumber when you weren't around. I wanted to make sure I serviced you properly and professionally". The thought that my wife had been sitting in the kitchen with a banana down her throat practicing for tonight got me 10 degrees harder and she definitely noticed.

"Did my telling you that turn you on?" she asked. I nodded in reply. "Hmmm, well then there are a couple more things I will tell you about later." I couldn't imagine what those were so I just sat there and enjoyed her administrations to my cock.

She was going down my dick quickly and gripping it hard with both her hand and lips, she would slowly come back up. She knew how much I loved this technique and she would open her eyes at look me me each time she came back up. Sometimes I would meet her gaze, but mostly my head was tilted back relishing in the ecstasy of the blowjob.

By now she was able to go down consistently 4 inches and was beginning to move more rapidly up and down my cock. Technique was being thrown out the window and I was in heaven. I knew this was uncomfortably stretching her mouth, but I had paid for her services, so to speak, so I threw her comfort out of my mind for once.

After about 10 minutes of her going up and down my cock I told her I was getting close. Letting go of me briefly, she whipped off her outfit and said, "Cum on my tits". She continued to stroke me and soon I gave a huge grunt and she had a large amount of cum all over her tits, with a few stray drops in her hair and on her face.

Looking at her, all covered in my cum, that got me thinking about what it would cost me for me to cum in her mouth? We had never done that because she always thought it a bit gross, even though I know she had licked up plenty of my pre-cum over the years when she went down on me. She always said it was different and it swallowing simply didn't turn her on. Again, I never pushed it.

She looked up at me and said, "I am so turned on right now, my mouth doesn't even hurt." Moving up me she said, "How about a freebie big guy? And with that she positioned her very wet pussy over my still hard cock and rode herself to a nice orgasm while we were sitting on the edge of the bed. Afterward, spent mentally and physically, we rolled over onto the bed and fell asleep.

The next day over breakfast I asked her how she felt about the whole pay-for-sex thing. She said that it really turned her on being compelled to perform for me feeling the need to do her best because she was being paid for it. While a bit difficult at first, after she got into it, it was a real turn on. I then asked her if she wanted to do it again.

"What do you have in mind?" she inquired grinning.

Wanting to strike while the iron was hot and taking a gamble, I replied, "Well after I came, I looked up and saw my cum all over you. I couldn't help thinking about not just cumming on you, but in your mouth. I know we have talked about it before and you have said its not really your thing, but I thought I would just throw it out there for consideration".

Pondering this over her morning smoothy she said, "I think we could work something out. Over the past couple days I have been thinking about some of the other items I need done and after the stellar job you did on the garden, I could see myself warming up to this arrangement." 

Warningly she added, "But I don't want it to be a regular thing or replace simple making love because we love each other." 

I quickly nodded in agreement. "Of course. I love sex with you and would never want anything to replace that bond between us."

With that she reached over and kissed me deeply. Then, pulling a slip of paper out of the pocket of her robe, she said "I figured this topic would come up and so I wrote out a half dozen items for which you could 'buy' my special services..."

And so over the next several months we negotiated the prices for those items. About 2 weeks after that first night I got to cum in her mouth after a hot blowjob session in exchange for building her a custom shelving unit for her shoes which she seen across in some magazine. A month later we had anal sex in exchange for the 'green light' to re-do the bathroom – a $5000 expense I been dragging my feet on since I felt no need to re-do a place like that, but in hindsight I am glad I was so hesitant. The sex was incredible for both of us making every penny of the remodel worth it.

To her credit, she was warming to being my private prostitute and would even throw out ideas of her own. 

One morning she asked, "What would you be willing to pay for sex with a 'cheer leader'?" I knew she had been a high school cheerleader, but I played along asking, "Where are WE going to find a cheerleader to have sex with?". 

Slugging me on the arm, she said, "It would be me you deviant. I saw a sexy cheerleader outfit online the other day and I thought we could have some fun with it. Thanks to the yoga classes, I can still do the splits and I still remember a couple of cheers from back in the day."

Thinking it over I said, "Tell you what, instead of a naughty cheerleader outfit, make it naughty nurse outfit and you got a deal". So I paid for the outfit and did some minor job on her list. She didn't' ask for much because it was her idea to begin with. In exchange she took VERY good care of me the day the outfit arrived in the mail. Her bedside manner was very accommodating. 

I was beginning to run out new sex ideas and we even repeated a few of the first ones we did. Sometimes though she surprised me and would say "this one's on me" and would grab my cock when I was about to cum and I would explode deep into her mouth or even once she grabbed a tube of lube she had tucked in her bed stand and said that tonight she wanted it in every hole and that I "had better not cum till she got everything she wanted!"

Needless to say I was much happier and I could tell she was too. Our sex life had definitely changed for the better! Even simple cuddling while watching TV was better. 

Every year she and some girlfriends took a trip into the city for a girls weekend. They would get a nice hotel suite, do a bunch of shopping, hit a show or two, and end things with some clubbing and plenty of drinking. They had all been friends since college and although now all married, it was a tradition they faithfully kept up every year and it was something I would never dream of interfering with. These girls were the best of friends and then some.

So when she came to me and said her annual girls weekend was coming up, I simply asked "When?".

"In about 3 weeks. But a problem has arisen. I had lunch today with my friend Shelley and she told about her marriage, or lack of one I should say. I guess she and her soon-to-be-ex are well on the path to divorce and because of the divorce her finances are completely shot. Everything is going to the lawyers and simple survival". 

I could tell my wife was upset about this so sitting up, I said, "That's a real shame. I know how much you and your friends look forward to this every year. So are you going to cancel it because Shelley can't come or are you going to do it without her?"

"We would never do it without her", my wife replied decisively. I remembered none of the girls, no matter what their situation, had ever missed this weekend so I knew the importance of it to them. One year one of the girls had been deathly sick with the flu so they pushed the date back two weeks, but the thought of canceling never entered the conversation.

"So you are canceling it?" I asked tentatively.

Coming close to me and running her fingers up my arm, she replied "Well, during our lunch I told Shelley about our little arrangement – you know, how you pay for certain favors from me and how its been so good for our marriage."

"Really?!" I said, a bit surprised.

"It kinda came up after my 3rd glass of wine", my blushing wife said, looking sheepishly at me. Then looking away she continued, "Anyway, Shelley said, after her 4th glass, that she'd be willing to do anything to be able to go on the trip." Turning to me and looking straight into my eyes, she said, "and Shelley stressed ~anything~." I gulped.

Wondering where this was going, I stayed quiet.

My wife continued, "So I told Shelley that perhaps something could be worked out." Looking at me she said, "We are in a good situation and I know you have one fantasy you haven't mentioned and I doubt you ever would. You're that kind of guy. And that's why I love you so much." She leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips.

Moving back a foot, my wife looked lovingly in my face while I remained quiet, still wondering where this was going.

"Shelley is like a sister to me and its only because of this extreme circumstance I would even mention it and if you don't want to, just tell me and I won't say anything more. I don't want you to feel any pressure or that I am forcing you to do something you don't want to do."

If I could have put money on where the conversation was going, I would have bet on us just covering Shelley's costs for the weekend. I could never had guessed what my wife would bring up next.

"So after talking about her divorce and about we act like I'm your prostitute some times, she asked 'Do you think your husband would be willing to pay for sex with me?'" My eyes sprung open and my jaw dropped. I could not contain my surprise. Shelley was probably the most reserved of my wife's friends so this came as a shock.

"So what did you say?" I replied after literally using my hand to close my gaping mouth.

"I guess the wine helped my initial shock, but I thought it could solve her problem. We have the money and I know you have always thought Shelley as very cute"

All my wife's friends in this group are pretty hot. I had commented over the years that one friend or the other was attractive, in a none confrontational way, but of course none held a candle to my wife. Shelley was very attractive. She was an avid runner and had the long, toned legs of a runner. In contrast to my wife's long blond hair, Shelley had medium length brown hair. Because of her athleticism, her chest wasn't the biggest, probably a solid B, but she had a flat stomach and a nice ass.

I had never thought of Shelley in a sexual way, but now that it was brought up I could she her as potential pretty good in bed, as long as she wasn't as reserved privately as I normally observed her to be publicly. 

"You've heard me say that she's attractive, but that doesn't mean anything." Switching gears on the direction of the conversation I asked, "How much money are we talking about?" I decided to go off on that tangent since my wife skipped over just giving Shelley the money. 

"I don't know what normal prostitute services cost, but for Shelley to do the weekend with the girls 'right', its going to be about $5000. Between the shopping, shows, taking turns for rounds of drinks at different clubs, and other expenses its about that much." my wife said analytically. "And of course for her time and ah, services" she added shrugging. 

We could afford it. We both worked and money wasn't too much an issue. Heck my wife came home with different shopping bags all the time and I didn't bat an eye.

"What is she willing to do for the $5000?" I replied deciding to go along with this to see where it ends up.

"I don't think she has any limits" my wife blurted. Then blushing a bit she said, "I went into some detail about the services you had purchased from me from the first time to some of the more recent exchanges. I could tell a couple of them surprised her a bit, but in the end she said she didn't have a problem with any of the things you and I have done".

Wow, was all I could think. My head was swimming and spinning.

"Now, neither of us is into other girls, so this is something you would do with just her. No threesomes here. But I would definitely be there, in the room, to make sure everything goes OK. Shelley said she would want me there too. Does that seem awkward to you?"

Gulping, I said, "I supposed not". Like I would know?

This sounded like a done deal to me and that I was being led down a path upon which I had little to no choice but to follow. I would have just given Shelley the money or just had my wife pay for Shelley's share of the weekend, but these girl seemed bent on this course instead.

"So you don't think this is cheating on you" I asked tentatively.

"After lunch I put some thought into that and it means a lot to me that you asked. Because I will be there and it's consensual with all of us, I don't think it is. I know I won't be running around looking for some quid pro quo and as far as doing it again with Shelley, its just a one time thing". She then added, "This is just a one time event you know. I don't want you getting and funny ideas that visiting a prostitute is somehow OK either." I nodded. 

Moving close to me again, my wife had a big smile on her face now. "This means so much that we can make this happen for Shelley. We were both in tears at lunch when we thought she wouldn't be able to do the weekend." She hugged me and breaking away, "I didn't know how you would take it, but anticipating you would want to help, I made a dinner date for Shelley to come over this Friday for dinner and to spend the night. Is that OK?"




Prostitution....Kinda



Still in a haze I said, "Sure, sounds good to me". What do I know? I'm just the client here I guess now. It was Wednesday so we had a couple days before this would happen.

"If it wasn't her her dire need, this would NEVER be a topic. But now I want to show you how happy I am about you agreeing to help us make the girls weekend possible...". And with that she took my hand and led me into our bedroom for a great love making session.

Reminiscent of a few months ago, Friday seemed to take forever to arrive. I wrapped things up at work and rushed home. My wife's car was already then when I arrived and I walked in to the smell of steak and I could see the makings of quite a feast. After commenting on it, my wife told me she wanted all of us to have plenty of energy for the night.

Looking up from her preparations my wife welcomed me home and put me to work on a salad and chilling some wine. An hour later there was a knock at the door and my wife quickly ran to door and welcomed Shelley into our home. 

I had seen her many times before but I could see something different about her this time. Perhaps it was her hair just coming from a salon or the new outfit (on which I could see a tag which she had forgotten to snip off) she was wearing. Or perhaps it was the fact I knew we were soon to be having sex with each other for most of the night? I welcomed her and gave her a hug.

Dinner was ready and while we ate and drank, the conversation moved through a variety of topics but carefully sidestepped the reason which brought all of us together for the evening. I decided to just let things take a natural course and didn't force that specific topic. Finally the girls weekend came up and my wife and Shelley began talking excitedly about all they wanted to do, all the preparations needed, and about how much fun it would be to get with all the girls again.

My wife then looked up and said, "Well that brings us to the reason for Shelley being here." Touching both mine and Shelley's legs, "I want you both to know that I am happy we can help make it possible for you to go Shelley and I am kinda excited to watch the whole thing".

Blushing, Shelley said," Thanks. I was at my wits end and I was resigned to staying home this year. I love you for making this happen." she said looking at my wife. Then looking at me, "And it helps you are such a good looking guy." And with that she put her hand on my thigh and gave it a good squeeze. I think the 2 bottles of red wine were finally kicking in so she had loosened up a bunch.

Shelley continued, "I have never been paid for sex, but from watching TV I understand we need to set up some ground rules and payment needs to be rendered in advance." I nodded, arose from my seat and picked up an envelop sitting on the mantle.

"Here's the money. But when I spoke with my wife she told me you would be willing to do anything and she even went through a list of some of the things we have done since entering into our little 'arrangement'. She told me you'd be willing to do it all so what kind of ground rules are we talking about?"

"Nothing big, I'm just not into anything which leaves a welt or really hurts." she explained. Then grinning and looking into my eyes, "But, I do like a little slap on the ass, I like to be held down when having sex in missionary position, and I like everything my friend told me about with your prostitute activities."

Getting up from the table, she said, "Let me go change into something more appropriate". And with that she disappeared into our newly redone bathroom with her overnight bag.

My wife turned to me and said, "I'm going to disappear into our bedroom. You two join me when you're ready." And with that she walked out of the room leaving me alone.

My solitude didn't last for long. About 5 minutes later the bathroom door opened and Shelley appeared in a sheer babydoll outfit with a black bra and panty set underneath. Leaning against the door frame she said, "I was told you like babydoll outfits" I could only nod like a school boy.

She moved over to me, took my hand, and lifted me from my chair. She put her arms around my neck and said, "I've always thought you are good looking and I can't wait to have you." She kissed me deeply and I opened my mouth to let her tongue in. 

She was a great kisser. And while kissing me, she started to unbutton my shirt and then moved to my belt and slacks. I had been semi-hard all evening and once she started kissing me I got completely hard. She ran her hands over my now hard hard erection.

"Mmmmm. This feels really good. Its gonna feel great in my mouth, in my pussy, and who knows where else. But I want to get you good and relaxed. And I want you to get your money's worth." She broke off and went to her bag and took out a bottle of massage oil. "I brought this with a couple purposes in mind, but first I want to give you a good body rub down. She proceeded to remove the rest of my clothes and lend me into our room.

I saw my wife sitting on a lounge chair wearing just a silk night gown. "About time you two. I was starting to wonder" she grinned.

Shelley said, "I'm just giving your husband the best bang for his buck I can" and she laughed once she realized the pun. "That's to say, I want to give him his money's worth."

Shelley laid me on the bed and poured an ample amount of oil on my back, letting a small amount trickle down my ass. She got on the bed and rubbed my shoulders, neck, back and started rubbing my butt. Her thumbs began moving closer to my asshole and leaning in she whispered, "Do you like that? Want me to continue?" I nodded.

Her thumbs began working my around my asshole and then she slipped a well lubed finger into me. I had never experienced this before and jumped a bit. "Just relax" she whispered. 

So I did and she began moving in and out until finally sinking her finger about 3 inches into me. I could feel my dick throbbing painfully hard against the bed and I was starting to pant. Shelley looked over to my wife, "He really like its. I told you he would." 

"It looks like it. I'll have to remember that." I turned my head over to my wife and could see her caressing her breasts lightly. She was definitely turned on.

Shelley said, "If I continue you'll cum, but I don't want you to waste it on the bed. Turn over". So I turned over and immediately she swallowed half my dick. I nearly exploded right then and there. As it was, I only lasted another 60 seconds and I came hard in her mouth. When I opened my eyes, I could see her wiping a glob which had escaped her mouth off her chin and then licking off her fingers. 

"That tasted really good. I'm gonna have to have more later". Shelley reached down and began to stroke me. "What do you want to do next?"

"I'd love to taste your pussy", I said still recovering and basking in post-orgasm bliss. This was the first time since I got married that another woman made me come, let alone touched in like this.

"I think that could be arranged." She stood up on the bed, and did a brief strip tease with her panties, keeping on the sheer babydoll and bra. Coming back down to the bed she crawled up my body and sat her pussy above my face. That's when I noticed she was completely shaved. My wife trims, but had never completely shaved. I'd have to remember that.

"You just open your mouth and stick your tongue out and I'll do the rest" she said in a commanding way. Lowering her pussy down, I could smell her muskiness and I could feel how wet she was.

"What's she taste like dear?" asked my wife. I had nearly forgotten she was there. I couldn't see her (for obvious reasons) but I said between Shelley's gyrations, "She tastes good. I've never licked a shaved pussy before and it definitely makes it easier to eat her." Shelley added, "Your husband has a talented tongue. I could get used to this".

I reached around and grabbed her butt, slowing her gyrations but giving me the opportunity to really get deep into her. Although my ears were muffled, I could hear her orgasm building. I sucked in her clit and flicked it aggressively with my tongue which sent her over the edge. It was all I could to keep her from grinding off my face. When she started to come back down, my face was covered in her pussy juices. She leaned down and kissed me deeply. "That's easily in my best orgasms ever!" she said breathlessly.

By now my dick was at full mast again and so I flipped her over on to her back. "Once I cum, it takes a while for me to cum again, but I get hard again quickly. So now its time for you to really earn your money whore". And with that I swatted her ass, leaving a pink print on it. I pulled up the babydoll and with no ceremony plunged my now hard cock straight into her pussy. My licking and her nature lubrication made that pretty easy.

She screamed slightly, not expecting me to be able to go straight in. Instinctively grabbing my ass, she held me there for a moment and then I was able to start moving myself in and out of her. I started slowly but quickly got a good rhythm going. I could feel and hear my balls slapping her ass each time I came down on her.

After a few minutes, my arms needed a rest so kneeling while staying inside her, I grabbed her legs and put them up on my shoulder. I reached around her legs, grabbing her arms, I pinned her to the bed. Her eyes went wide with excitement and she struggled a bit. I let her know I was in charge by holding her arms even harder as she struggled. 

"You're just my fuck toy now. I'm going screw every last cent out of your ass." I said in heat of the moment. Vigorously nodding (or was it the bouncing of the bed?), she yelled, "That's right... Fuck me hard... Use me... I'm your whore!"

I looked over at my wife who was now rubbing her pussy through the outside of the night gown (she liked the feeling of rubbing the silk against her pussy rather than her own hand) and had one breast out, kneading it and pinching her nipple.

"That's right dear, fuck her good and hard. Get your money out of her ass!" It wasn't the normal language I heard my wife use, but this wasn't a normal event either.

Shelley was in a constant state of orgasm now. Her body was convulsing, her eyes closed, and all thought was gone from both us. Animalistic urges had taken over us. I had my hands on her wrists, with her legs up on my shoulders using both for leverage as I slammed against her body, withdrew a couple inches and slammed into it again. It was pure sex and we were both just a couple animals in heat.

Finally, I could feel the build up to an orgasm beginning and instead of putting it off, I shouted, "I gonna full your pussy up this time!" I don't know if she heard that, but her eyes flew open once she felt my cum spurting inside her and filling her up. With one final slam I peaked and then collapsed to the side, spent.

Shelley lay there in a whimpering heap and I looked over at my wife who also looked like she was sexually spent. I looked over at the clock and from the time we came into the room till now, about a hour had passed. Another 10 minutes passed before any of us spoke.

"I have never come like that in my life", Shelley said. "Ditto", I added.

"That was hotter than any porn I've ever seen", my wife commented. "I came 3 times just watching. 

"I definitely need a shower now", Shelley said. Looking at me, she said, "Want to join me?" 

I nodded. Getting up I helped her off the bed and we walked into the shower. The hot water cascaded over us as we soaped up each others naked bodies. I admired her toned body and we both took our time washing each others bodies. 

Suddenly the shower door opened. My naked wife was standing there and asked, "Mind if I clean off too?" I grinned and pulled her in. She and Shelley sandwiched me and thoroughly cleaned me from head to toe. I then took turns washing their backs and other hard-to-reach places.

Finishing the shower, my wife whispered into my ear, "I know she's an anal virgin and I want you to take it from her." I nodded, surprised at the aggressiveness coming from her. I think all this turned her on more than she wanted it too. I thought she wasn't into girls, but now I was beginning to wonder.

We all dried off and went back to the bedroom. Shelley put her arms around me and asked, "Got you money's worth yet?"

"Not quite yet", I replied and went to the side bed stand where my wife kept some toys. Grabbing the lube I said, "This is better than the massage oil for what we are going to do next."

Her eyes went wide. I could tell the wine affect was wearing off and she was a bit apprehensive about anal sex. 

"I know you've never done this before, but we'll go slow and I'll be gentle. But make no mistake, we are doing this." I said in decisively. She nodded. "Get on the bed like we're going to do it 'doggy style'" She did this and I got behind her. By this time my wife was back in her lounge chair with a silk robe loosely tied around her.

I open the lube and poured a bit in my hand. Getting a couple fingers slick with it, I proceeded to massage her tight asshole. With my other hand I reached around and massaged her clit.

"That feels good" she cooed. And with that I inserted my middle finger into her ass just up to the first knuckle.

"Ooooo!" she gasped. "Now its your turn to just relax", I said. I looked over at my wife and she grinned nodded in a very sexy way at me.

I moved my finger deeper into her and began to move it in and out as she relaxed and got used to it. After a couple minutes I pulled out the finger and replaced it with 2 well lubed fingers. I poured a bit more lube onto my fingers got her ready for the main event.

I pulled out my fingers and aimed my penis at her. Pushing into her virgin asshole, I put the head into her. She gasped and I sat there for a minute for her to get used to it. I then pushed a bit more and inch by inch she took half then all my now engorged cock into her very tight ass. 

Gasping she said, "I've never felt so full. I feel like I'm going to explode! Its incredible!"

"You are so tight!" I exclaimed. "I love your tight ass!" 

I pulled out a couple inches then pushed back in. I could feel her relaxing and getting into it. After a couple minutes we got into a rhythm. Her head was in the pillow and her ass up high in the air as I slid in and out of her tight ass. I was fucking it like I did her pussy and she was loving it. 

"I feel like I am right on the verge of cumming! Its such a tease! I want to cum soooo badly!" she was barely able to verbalize. 

I looked over to my wife and apparently she had grabbed a vibrator and was working her ass with it at the same time I was working her friend's ass. Seeing all this was more than I could take and I exploded in Shelley's ass. 

This was all it took to push Shelley over the edge and she came with me. My wife had been working both her ass and pussy at the same time and I could hear her shrieks over both of ours as the sight of me cumming in her friend's ass put her over the edge.

This third orgasm exhausted me and I collapsed on the bed and quickly feel asleep. Apparently Shelley fell asleep too. I woke up a couple hours later to find my wife on one side of me and Shelley on the other, both naked and asleep on the bed.

Reaching over to Shelley I began to run my hand up and down her chest. Her nipples involuntarily hardened. Feeling emboldened, I got up and positioned myself between her legs and started licking her pussy. As she began to feel what was going on I felt a hand on my head pushing me down, deeper into her pussy. I looked up and saw it wasn't Shelley's hand on my head.

I saw my wife's other hand massaging one of Shelley's breasts and I could she Shelley rubbing the other with one hand and one of my wife's breasts with the other. Intrigued I kept licking. My wife leaned over and kissed Shelley lightly on the mouth which soon led them to kiss more deeply. As Shelley began to orgasm from her pussy being eaten, my wife lifted her hand from my head and pinched both Shelley's nipples.

Shelley screamed in a type of passion which only the combination of pleasure and pain could bring out.

Looking at both of us, my wife said, "Its my turn now". And she got on her back, spreading her legs. I moved over to her and repeated my pussy eating on her.

"I have been watching you two all night and even though I came by myself, its no substitution for the real thing.", she said.

Recovering, Shelley sat up on her knees next to us and began to play with my wife's breasts, getting her nipples pointedly hard. She then leaned down and tentatively took one in her mouth. My wife cooed at this, encouraging Shelley to suck harder. Shelley then switched to the other breast and my wife grabbed the back of Shelley's head, forcing her to take more of my wife's breast into her mouth.

All the stimulation began to grow and slamming her thighs again my head, a series of involuntarily convulsions came over my wife. Shelley was thrown to the side as my wife bucked up and down for about 30 seconds. I nearly got whiplash, but it would have been worth it, having seen all that I saw.

The girls then took turns going down on me and shared my cum between each other in one of the most erotic kissed I had ever seen, as I came hard. We all then settled into a deep sleep for the rest of the night.

In the morning, my wife was the first rise. I awoke to the smell of breakfast and sex in the air. Shelley soon stirred as well.

Turning over to look at me she said, "That was a helava night! We did things I never thought I would do. I think you definitely got your money's worth outta me!" 

I pondered this for a minute. I just spent $5000 on an awesome night of sex with my wife's friend and I decided to make it go just a bit longer.

"I think I almost got my money's worth" replying with a dirty smirk. Shelley looked at me somewhat surprised. I continued, "I think you need to spread your legs and be my whore one more time."

Grinning and nodding, Shelley got into position and I worked my way back into her. This time we had sex at more leisurely pace and we both came just as my wife walked in with a tray of coffees.

Putting down the tray, she smiled and said, "I'm glad your getting your money worth on this dear, because I doubt it will ever happen again". I raised my eyebrows and opened my mouth but she cut me off saying, "Don't get me wrong, I loved last night and it was incredible. But if we did it again not only would it get expensive (she winked), but it could be addicting and I don't want to explore that path."

I nodded and kissed her in way only a husband can kiss his wife. We all got dressed and had breakfast. We discussed the previous night, all happy with what we did and the outcome of it all. One thing we promised was to not tell the other girlfriends about how Shelley was able to afford the girls weekend. Our story would be that she was using a secret stash of money she had saved over the years which her soon-to-be-ex did not know about.

As she left, cash in hand, Shelley gave me a big hug and kiss and thanked me for both the wonderful night and ability to 'earn' the girls weekend. "It means a lot to me to not ask for hand outs" she said. I laughed a bit at this.

My wife was good to her word on not repeating this. She had a great weekend with her friends and we continued our little game of paying each other for sex and other favors. Shelley got her divorce and and remarried (coincidentally to some guy she met on that girls weekend) about a year later. Sometime later my wife told me Shelley and her husband copied us on the prostitute idea with great results.



Prostitution Stings



In my area—and I suspect in yours—the local news regularly runs stories of prostitution "stings." In case you are not familiar with them, they work like this: female police officers pose as prostitutes. They may walk a street "known" for prostitution (which in my city means you may find, at most, a dozen down-and-out, drug-addicted women on a busy night, plus the gratuitous male transvestites). Or undercover law enforcement arranges to meet a "john" at a motel. In any case, they lure men by claiming to supply sex for cash and, once a concrete offer is made, arrest them. 

Dozens of men are picked up this way on a single night. Often one or more of the men will work for the school system, the local government, a church, or some other position easily sullied, which makes the story juicier. At the very least the journalist can mention that some of the men are married. The story is printed up and broadcast, with the names and photos of the more prominent men arrested. All the city can cluck its tongue at the sleazy, no-good, cheating men. Law enforcement can pat themselves on the back for "protecting" us. And the media boost their ratings. The old saying is true (in more ways than one): sex sells.

What interests me about these stories is what they reveal about our society. First, to point out the obvious (which unfortunately has become necessary): these stings show that the men offering to pay for sex are, well, men. They are NEVER women looking for male prostitutes. After two decades of reading sting stories in the local papers, I can recall only one case, excluding those involving gay hustlers, in which the prostitute was male. The cops who caught him were posing as man and wife looking for a male-female-male threesome. If someday the police do manage to catch some woman cruising for a gigolo, you can bet the media will milk the story for all its worth. In the meantime, if you are looking for examples of women paying for sex with men, I suggest you turn on a television show, go to the movies, or read the excessive and rather fantastic literature on this subject, because this is the only place you are likely to find them. In the real world, it is men who pay.

The prostitution sting stories also provide a rare measure, however imprecise, of just how strong male sexual desire can be. These men risk everything—marriage, family, job, and prestige, and most of them are aware of the risk ahead of time. A sting story in my local paper just this morning describes how one victim checked the bathroom of the motel, searched the room for the hidden camera (and failed to find it). It is common for these men to question the undercover female law enforcement officer who serves as "bait," all but beg her to tell him if she is a cop. Still, in the end, they want pussy so badly, the risk is worth it to them. They offer to pay. They are arrested, carried away, and ruined. 

Why don't they just fly to Bangkok or some other place more tolerant of prostitution? Going half way around the world, paying for plane tickets, the hotel room, and the whore's fee plus tips, is expensive, no doubt, but cheaper than the penalties here. Of course a lot of men nowadays DO become sex tourists, and prostitutes abroad, bless their hearts, take care of them (far better than our domestic ones do, I hear). We have, for the most part, outsourced the industry. 

Regardless of where the men go, the women of North America and much of Europe as well should get together and sing that old Sade song:

"So put your hands together for Sally.  She's doing our dirty work."

Every time a prostitution sting story appears in the local news, we must ask ourselves (or, as is increasingly the case, consciously avoid asking): Why, if women and men feel basically the same about sex, the way we so often claim nowadays, do so many men find it necessary not only to pay, but to ruin their lives for a little pussy on the side? Why don't they take advantage of all the women who are supposedly so eager and willing to fuck for free?

The common response is to chalk up these men as losers. They are "too pathetic to get laid" in the ordinary way, and therefore must pay for it. But the stories reveal the victims of these stings are often successful and intelligent, sometimes young and good looking, too. They are not losers. They are not pathetic. They are just men, and they want sex in the way men do. Their crime is that they acted on their wants, however unsuccessfully.

So we're back to the question: why? 

To paraphrase Thoreau: the majority of men live lives of quiet, sexual desperation. Each of us must deal with this desperation in his own way. Some turn to swinging or even the ridiculously named "polyamory" and barter the sexual favors of their wives. Others make do with pornography and their hands. Still others (like me) bite the bullet and submit to monogamy, even as the society that imposes it upon us commits the hypocrisy of claiming we are sexually free. Paying cash for sex is just another option men have of dealing with this sexual desperation, and a relatively harmless one really. Some men get pushed to the edge, you know, and even over it. They resort to violence, either physical (harassment, rape) or, far more often, emotional, usually by suggesting to women they are interested in love or commitment when they only want sex. Compared to this sort of behavior, shelling out $300 for twenty minutes of shitty sex with a whore is practically morally upstanding. 

Do you believe that prostitution is a problem? Then solve is as you would any problem. Go straight to the root: men's lack of sexual freedom. When more women start putting out for free—free of charge, free of commitment and the promise thereof—men won't find it necessary to pay. As soon as the heterosexual equivalents of gay bathhouses begin popping up all over the Western world, prostitution rates will drop drastically. Problem solved. 

Do you think prostitution should be made legal? Very well. Base your argument for legalization on the facts: women and men are different, and this difference gives women a sexual power which men do not and cannot have. Prostitution, despite its many drawbacks, is a way of softening the repercussions of this inequality (though it does nothing to correct the inequality itself). Prostitution should then be accepted, even embraced. Anything less would be unjust. 

Do you believe that prostitution is morally wrong? Then point to the positive example, the man who resists the temptation of prostitutes, as well as the other less reputable methods of dealing with sexual desperation. Call him a gentleman without irony. Acknowledge the sacrifice he makes for your good and mine. (This sacrifice is painful, I assure you. It is a HARD) Our gentleman is a real Dr. Jekyll. He must keep Hyde under control.

But however you feel about prostitution, do not, please do not, pretend that the male sexual desperation these stings reveal is not real. To do so is to mock one of the most powerful feelings men experience. It is like taunting an animal in a cage, encouraging it to lash out with a freedom it does not possess. Sooner or later, you're going to wind up with a bitter, mean animal. 

God help us if it gets out.