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The Perfect Whore

By: Tony King



So, that was it, after 20 years loyal service I was getting the chop. On Monday morning I was called into the MD's office. Davies had taken control of the company two months ago. He was a large fat man who showed little or no concern for other peoples feelings and was hated amongst the workforce. We had already had words on several occasions and it was hate at first sight for both of us. "Sorry old man," he said beaming, "but we have to shed some weight, and, well, our American parents have decided to close the whole R & D department and move it to the States." To this day I don't know why I did it, but without thinking I hit the old bastard right in the mouth knocking him over the desk and onto the floor.

"You'll pay for that," he said scrambling to his feet. 

I half expected a visit from the police but nothing happened. My next concern was for my wife Helen. She also worked for the company and ran the large secretarial pool. As we were now dependent on her salary I could only hope that she would keep her job.

Over the next few months I wrote away for hundreds of jobs and even had a few interviews. Either I was over qualified or at 45, too old. The strain started to tell and Helen and I started to argue on a daily basis. It really came to head when she came home to tell me that she had been promoted to Davies's PA. "Look Hon, I know he's a mean old bastard, but it's nearly twice my old salary and with you, well you know, we can sure use the money."

"Yeah, an just what else do you have to do for it." Helen just stared at me. "OK, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, but if that old git so much as lays a finger on you I'll kill him."

The weeks turned to months and I turned to the bottle. Our sex life was now non existent along with any hope of finding another job. Helen became distant and withdrawn and it got to the point where we started sleeping in different rooms.

Then it happened, call it a miracle, luck, justice whatever, I won £2.7 million on the mid week lottery. I was so excited, this meant a new life for both of us and just maybe we could get our lives back on track. Helen was working late, she did that a lot these days so I decided to drive to the office and break the news.

I arrived after most people had left and made my way up to the seventh floor without being challenged. Helen's new office was adjacent to Davies's at the end of the corridor. I was a bit weary of bumping into Davies again, but hey, what the hell, I was a millionaire, I'll just tell him to get stuffed, grab my wife and go. Boy was I feeling good.

I let myself in to Helen's office but she wasn't there. I could hear noises coming from Davies's room and assumed they were busy. I waited by her desk. Ten minutes later and the sound of voices had turned to groans. I inched open the adjoining door and nearly died on the spot. My darling wife was bent over the desk, her skirt up round her waist as Davies rammed his cock up her from behind. She was shouting obscenities at him and he was calling her his whore as he exploded in her cunt. Before I could rush in I was grabbed from behind and put into a powerful arm lock.

"Looks like you got a peeping tom boss," my assailant said pushing me into the room.

"Well, well, well, look who's here." Said Davies, pulling out and wiping his cock on my wife's panties. "Oh my God, Peter, what are you doing here?"

"Shut up whore, I'll tell you when to talk," Davies stormed. Helen went a deep red but did as she was told. I struggled to get at him but the man holding me was just too strong. "You see my friend," gloated Davies, "I told you you'd pay for your little indiscretion. Your lovely wife has been my fuck slut for months, she does exactly what she's told and even dresses to please, don't you my lovely whore. Now come over here and we'll show your husband just how well trained you are."

Like a meek little schoolgirl, head down staring at the carpet, Helen made her way to where her fat boss was sitting. "On your knee's whore, you know what to do." Without question, she knelt before him and took his limp cock into her mouth. "There now, you see what a good little whore she is."

"HELEN, please, stop, you don't need to do this, Helen please." Helen continued to suck the fat man's cock until it started to grow again.

"John, tie him to the chair, lets show him what she's really capable of." As I was forced into the chair I realised that my captor was a large black man, at least 6'4" and built like a brick shit house, no wonder I couldn't break free. My arms were forced behind the chair and tied into place. All the time, Helen continued to suck the fat mans cock. "Good, now, let the show begin, strip bitch, you know how I like you to look." Helen stood up and removed her skirt, blouse and bra. She stood before us in high heels shoes, black stockings and suspenders. "Now, isn't that a beautiful sight?" Davies said making her do a twirl in front of me. I noticed for the first time that her pussy was shaven completely smooth. "Now, show him how you like to play with it." Helen sat with her arse perched on the side of his desk and opened her legs real wide. Still avoiding eye contact with me, she started to finger her pussy, opening the lips to display her moist hole, I could see Davies's spunk running down her thighs. She massaged her clit with one finger while scooping up the spunk with the other before licking her fingers clean.

At 40 years old Helen still has a tremendous figure. We couldn't have kids, so her tits are large and firm and with regular work outs she has the body of a 20 year old. As she continued to play with herself, her nipples started to grow. It was as if they had a life of the own, expanding outward until they formed two perfect peeks. Her breathing began to get more laboured and she closed her eyes as her fingers worked faster on her clit. Suddenly her legs collapsed and with her whole body shaking violently she fell to the floor. "Very good my dear, it's so nice to see you enjoying yourself," Davies said. "Well John, ready for some fun?" The big black man smiled and grabbing Helen by her hair hauled her to her feet. "Tell me what you want white bitch."

"Please, no, don't make me do this, not in front of Peter, please," pleaded my wife. Taking a tighter hold on her hair he asked her again, "listen you white trash, you know what you want, so tell me."

"I – I want your cock," she answered meekly. "That's not the way to ask, try again."

"Please, I want you to fuck me with your b-b-b-black cock."

"Good girl, now tell me why you want my black cock up your nice tight white cunt."

"Because it's big."

"Good, and you like big cocks don't you bitch, tell us why you like big black cocks."

"Oh God, I'm so sorry Peter, they made me say it ……… it's because it's much bigger and better than my husbands."

Davies looked at me and smirked, "Seems that your little white dicks too small for the slut, never mind, John's got the perfect answer, show him John." John started to undress and finally, as he lowered his underpants, his very large semi hard cock sprung into view. He walked towards me, his weapon swaying in front of him and stood just inches from my face. Swinging his hips from side to side, his slapped his cock across my face. "Open your mouth white boy, you can get it nice and ready for your little fuck slut there." I clenched my teeth together and stared at him in sheer defiance. "Looks like he doesn't understand English," he said to Davies before turning quickly and landing a blow to my stomach knocking the wind out of me. As I opened my mouth in pain, he pushed forward. "Bite it white boy and your dead, now suck." I was fighting for breath as he pushed even more of his length into my mouth and I had no option but to let him use me. I gagged as his cock reached the back of my throat and tried to pull back but he had both hands on the back of my head holding me firm while he fucked my mouth. "Hey Honey, get that sweet arse over here and watch this mother fucker suck." Helen walked over and stood beside me. "Look at him bitch, I want you to watch everything."

For the first time we made eye contact. His cock had grown to an incredible size and my whole jaw was aching. He'd given up trying to fuck my throat and was now using short thrusts into my mouth. Through the tears, I looked at Helen's face and saw that she too was crying. Suddenly he pulled out. "Good white boy, now bitch, get down here and show him how it's really done." Helen dropped to her knees right in front of me and seemingly without any effort took his complete cock into her mouth until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. "Took her some time to get used to it man, but boy can she suck." As the black man filled her mouth, Davies knelt behind her and started to finger her already wet cunt. "Now this is what she really likes, you see after all the training she's had it seems that one prick just isn't enough any more." With that, he inched his hard cock into my wife's willing cunt and between them they built up a rhythm. 

As the pace quickened, Helen started to moan and as John emptied his load into her mouth she went into her own orgasm. "There, see how she likes it," Davies said, holding her hips tight as he too emptied his load into her. In all our married life, Helen had never sucked my cock or played with herself and the mere thought of having a black man, well, she would have been disgusted at the thought. Yet here she was, dressed like a whore, sucking a black man's cock while another fat guy fucked her, and she was getting off on it. "So my friend, what's it like having a whore for a wife," he gloated. 

Just then we heard the unmistakeable sound of a bucket clanking to the ground outside the office. Davies looked at his watch, "ah, the office cleaners, now we can really have some fun. Helen, I want you to go out there, find as many cleaners as you can and bring them back here, you've got five minutes, GO." With spunk running down her chin and thighs, Helen stood up and headed for the door. "Helen, NO," I shouted, but it was too late, she was through the door. We could hear talking and the occasional wolf whistle as Helen paraded around in her heels and stocking inviting the cleaners to fuck her. When she returned, she was escorted by five black men. "Good," said Davies relaxing in his office executive chair, it's gang-bang time. Oh, your going to love this," he said looking at me, "after all, she does."

Davies instructed the men to fuck her across his desk. As she laid back and opened her legs, a scrawny little Hispanic looking guy took his place between them and started to lick her out. Another equally disgusting looking guy stood at her head and forced his cock into her mouth. After bring her to a violent noisy orgasm, the guy licking her said something to his co workers and they lifted her onto the floor. Another guy lay on his back and without being told, she straddled him, taking his cock easily into her wet cunt. The second guy continued to fuck her mouth.

To my amazement, the guy that had licked her out now knelt behind her and started to force his cock into her arse. Far from crying out in pain, she took it easily and as the three guys fucked her she went from one orgasm to another.

At one point, she was made to suck me off while they took turns fucking her arse. "Teel him how much you like it," Davies ordered. "I like to have my arse fucked," she said looking up at me, "go on," said Davies, "tell him what you are, I want him to know exactly what you are." By now there wasn't much else they could do to humiliate her so she just threw caution to the wind. "I'm their slut, their whore, they use me any way they want, I fuck who they want when they want, they use my mouth, my cunt, my arse, anything they want. When I leave you in the morning, I come to work and change my clothes, they like me to wear stockings and short skirts. I'm never allowed to wear panties and have to be available for anyone who wants me. You see darling, I'm their total fuck slave." 

I was forced to watch as each man took his turn, some even made her lick them clean after fucking her arse. She did as they asked without hesitation. When the last man could fuck no more Davies ordered John to wait until he had left the building and then release me. "After all, I guess you and your lovely whore have a lot to talk about." He left the office roaring with laughter muttering revenge is sweet. The black giant released my hands and told me we had half an hour then to get out.

Helen was stretched out on the couch, her body face and hair covered with spunk and bruises. I watched as a large trickle of the stuff ran from her gaping cunt, down her thigh coming to rest on her stocking top. Following my eyes to the gooey mess, she scooped it up with her fingers and then licked them clean. "I'm sorry Peter, but you made me like this, your endless moods, the drinking". "That's bollocks, I didn't turn you into a slut, you did that yourself."

"I had no choice, Mr Davies made it very clear that part of the job was to keep him happy. It all started out very nice, just me and him, then he showed me the photographs he secretly taken and that's when he started to make me go with other men. Those business trips I went on, well, I used to fuck the clients to get the order."

"Yeah, and what about those down and outs you fucked tonight, clients were they?"

"No Peter, but I can't help it, I really love being used like that, you can't believe how much it turns me on." 

Looking at her spunk covered body I suddenly realised that the woman I had married all those years before no longer existed. Before me now was a common whore, albeit a beautiful one. Without a word I slide to the floor and for the next half hour I fucked her in every hole. When I had finished I made her lick me clean. As I got dressed she looked at me in surprise. "So, does this mean you still love me?" She asked, a look a hope in her eyes. "Fuck off, I just fancied one for the road!"

The Perfect Whore



Do you know what "primus inter pares" means?

No, i don't.

Good, let's keep it that way.

What? Why is that?

It will keep you less intelligent than me, which is where we want you, darling.

And so begins most days with this man. She glows under the weight of her own trap, an intricate design of knots and webs covering her freedom. This man, he is maybe 20 years her senior. He'll "save her" she thinks. She follows him, dragging her knots behind her. Like the long train of a bridal gown, like a red carpet to purgatory, heaven and back- she carries her crippling bondage with such pride.

"The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever."

He is whistling as they pass city after city on the train. Memphis. Nashville. Richmond. DC. The trees whizzing past them outside the windows. Her hand in his lap, his hand on her thigh. She looks to him. Guide me. Make me into something else. I hate who this person is. She is too young. Too plain. "I will" he says.

They glide through Washington Square Park, into and out of alleys and buildings. In morning sun and darkness falling, covering everything in blue light they tour this enormous city. They crawl to breakfast, to bed...into one another. Into this other world away from rules or expectations except those which they place on each other.

"The force that drives the water through the rocks Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks."

"What does this mean?" she asks. He smiles and pushes her under the bath water again. She can barely breathe, but manages. He pulls her up again. "I am scared now." she begs. He smiles again, "I know sweetheart" and plunges her head under again. "She would follow me anywhere", he thinks. His hands filling with her soft flesh, her neck so pale and fragile. Sometimes, just touching her is so difficult he literally feels as though she were made of hollowed egg shells, just that perfect and young. Her flowing hair knots around his hand under water. Her eyes open and she shakes her head. Bubbles from her nose. So pretty, like what she lives in- like the bubble she dances in for him, and him alone.

Coughing. Gasping. He stops. He dries her off and lays her on the bed. She is very limp, drained of all of her power and strength. He touches her chin. Her breasts...traces his fingertips along her sides, deep between her thighs. He spreads her open, moving his face closer, smelling her cunt. He rubs his nose in her wet folds ravenously, like a man devouring a smell in a city, tracing it down to his favorite restaurant. "God only knows my darling, how much i need you." he whimpers into her skin.

"Make me over, Master." she half asks, half demands. He reaches to her mouth and covers it with his hand. "Shhh darling." he whispers. He stands and goes to the dresser and fumbles through cotton balls, finger nail polish, perfume..."Ah what i want", he says under his breath and pockets a tube of lipstick. He then ties her gently to the bed with thin cotton rope and then roughly pulls his knots tighter and tighter until she reacts with pooling tears. He pulls her legs apart and ties them to the elastic mattress handles on the sides of the bed. Wrapping around her thighs. Around her ankles. Across her chest. She thinks "i would follow him anywhere." and begins to cry. It can be that way sometimes. Her crying, him getting more and more intense. Sometimes a woman's tears intensify a man's lust, or anger, or love. She is obedient as he tells her to close her eyes. "Open your mouth, darling." he demands. "Wider, please" he asks. She opens her jaws so wide they could almost pop out of place. He presses his fingers on her tongue, pulling her bottom jaw down more. She cries out in pain.

"The hand that whirls the water in the pool Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind Hauls my shroud sail. And I am dumb to tell the hanging man How of my clay is made the hangman's lime."

Everything like last summer, moving to this big city, the trees and plants and flowers through the train windows. The splashing color across her memory. Everything moves like this now with him. She is ahead of time and suspended in time, also. She is caught and freed. Taken, brutally used, and yet carressed and perfectly spoiled. He slowly drags the lipstick across her neck tracing a straight line down to her navel. She winces and quivers intensely. "Slut" he writes on her lower abdomen. She writhes in anticipatory pleasure- and fear. "Whore" he writes on her breasts, smearing a line uner the word as to underscore the point, the meaning. He puts the lipstcik to her lips. Her mouth so open, drool and saliva everywhere on her face, cheeks and neck. He begins to rub it all around sloppily, coating her mouth deep, slick red. He wipes it across her face and down to her chin. He begins to touch her. He closes the lipstick tube and inserts that into her. He kisses her and quickly, roughly slaps her face, striking just below her high cheek bones.

"The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars."

"I have to cum, Master" she begs. He smiles at her obedience, her total compliance and fervor. She is so magical like this. "I love this girl." he thinks. With his thumb on her clitoris he masages, presses his thumb into her and rubs and grinds until she is screaming out in ecstasy. He begins to move the lipstick tube out and his fingers in, pushing deeper and faster.

"And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm."

The neon signs illuminate the room spilling green and red to the floor, onto the white sheets, his face and her body. The city sounds filter in; car horns in the distance, sirens miles away, faint dog barking- but they are soft and silent. The sound of a train rushing through them is all they hear. The sound of blood pulsing through veins. The second hand suspended on the clock. They do not move. They cannot. Minutes later he rests his head on her thigh, reading a Dylan Thomas poem aloud:

"The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever..."



The Perfect Whore



She picked up her instructions via e-mail at precisely 9:00 p.m. and made the appropriate preparations.

The secretary admitted her to his office on Park Avenue at 5:00 p.m. the next day.

Without a word or acknowledgment from him she set her bag down on the sofa and prepared herself. 

She removed her designer business suit and transparent white blouse. She wore no panties or bra so she was briefly nude, but for her shoes. Then she put on a black mesh see-through top which came just under her spectacular large tits and clearly displayed her large dark areolas and erect nipples. She inspected her recently waxed pussy and perfect muscular ass for stray hairs but found none. Then she applied her lipstick and checked herself in the mirror one last time.

She briefly shuddered with excitement and felt her pussy lips engorge a little at the thought of her circumstance

She walked over to his desk and presented herself with legs slightly spread, shoulder back, tits out and her perfect bald pussy at his eye level. He looked up briefly. Inspecting her without a word he motioned her around the desk and onto her knees. He unzipped his pants and released his giant cock. Then he sat down, leaned back and motioned her forward. 

She caressed his inner thighs as his cock grew bigger and twitched at the sight of her slutty perfection. With her hands on his thighs she took control of his cock with her mouth. She slowly licked and sucked on each of his neatly groomed testicles and long shaft. His cock swayed and twitched occasionally, slapping her face as she tried to corral the massive dick between her lips.

She expertly locked on to his cock head and gave him her best "cum fuck me" look as she held his cock with her lips and parted his pee hole with her tongue. He let out an audible gasp that told her she was on the right track. She opened her lips just a little and very gently controlled his cock head with her teeth as she continued to lavish attention on its head with her tongue.

Once she knew that his cock had engorged to its full cunt splitting size she closed her lips and slowly moved them down his shaft. She created some suction to coax the last few drops of blood into his massively engorged cock.....hoping for a little taste of pre-cum.

She moved her delicate finger-nailed hands to little tickle his balls and increased her suction power as she started to slowly move up and down his shaft with her pouty lips.

She slowly increased her strokes, driving his fat cock deeper into her throat each time until she could lick his balls and her nose was buried in his neatly trimmed pubic hair. She loved the smell of his sex. It caused her to unconsciously open her legs a little as her own fuck juice leaked down her perfect creamy thighs.

She felt a little twitch in his cock. She new it wasn't time for him to cum yet, but there may be some pre-cum for her delight. She slowly eased back, carefully not to coax his final cum load yet. She straightened herself with hands on his thighs to look at the massive cock before her.

She stood and turned her perfect ass toward him as she strode over to the humidor to fetch him a cigar. She brought it to him and lit it then walked over to the bar where he could see her beautiful tits while she poured him a scotch.

She came and set the scotch on his deck and kneeled waiting for a further signal.

She could see the pre-cum glistening on his cock and longed to lick it. He saw her desire and motioned her forward. She gently sucked the head of his cock making sure to capture every delicious drop of his pre-cum. For several minutes she moved between licking his balls and swallowing his cock making sure to gobble down every drop of pre-cum. 

When he had finished his scotch he motioned by gently touching her hair. She knew he could no longer resist the urge to thrust. She prepared herself as he plunged into her throat with just a few long thrusts. Ever conscious of not hurting his perfect goddess he then eased back and allowed her to coax the cum from him with her long suck strokes.

Being the purist and purveyor of the perfect blow-job she did not touch his cock with her hands. She controlled his fuck tool with her experienced mouth holding him near the climax for what seemed like eternity....speeding up then slowing down at the right moments and retreating to lick another delicious layer of pre-cum.

Again he signaled to her by gently touching her silky hair. For a few brief moments she sucked and slurped on his big dick like a wanton whore rather than his refined slut. She returned to elegant ways as his cock pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum into her mouth. 

She swallowed it all and kept her warm wet mouth wrapped around her favourite cock until he softened. Then she slowly worked him back to hardness. 

For her great skill and attention she would now be rewarded. He motioned her to stand. Then he eased her onto her back on his desk. He gently opened her legs as if spreading the petals of a beautiful flower. He could not resist a brief taste of her delicious pussy which was now wet with anticipation.

But he knew that was not what she really wanted. He quickly stood and rubbed his massive fuck tool on her wet engorge cunt. The head of his cock was caressing her clit and she knew in a minute it would be stroking her g-spot. The idea of it caused her to arch her back and unconsciously squeeze her firm tits. He recognized the signal and plunged his big dick into her snatch as far as it would go. 

She yelped a scream of pleasure and orgasm. From then all she could remember was a rush of cock, orgasm and his balls slapping against her perfectly toned ass. If this was deemed dirty by some then oh well.....she would be a dirty slut. Just as long as he kept feeding her that massive dick and letting her show off for him.

She lounged around his office for a while in her splendid near-naked post-climax euphoria. After a time she took her money and left, knowing her instructions for tomorrow would be on her e-mail.



The Perfect Whore Ch. 01



This is the first chapter of my erotic novella entitled The Perfect Whore. It could just as easily have been called The Perfect Wife, but I suspect that the first title will attract more interest. It is the story of a conventional happily married middle-aged housewife whose life is entirely dominated by husband and family. When her husband induces her to have sex with his best friend so that he can watch, she finally realises that it is time to assert her independence. While she thoroughly enjoys the extra marital sex with her husband's friend, she decides that in future she will make her own decisions. This is the story of her sexual investigation of the world outside the restrictions of a conventional marriage. 

So far I have written rough draughts for the first eight chapters and I would appreciate comments and suggestions as to how it might develop. Further chapters will follow.

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Chapter I The Awakening

Beverley was in the utility room sorting out the washing but her mind was elsewhere. She was trying to connect herself with the woman she had been last night. What had possessed her to behave in such a brazen irresponsible way? Beverley was a forty-three year old housewife, happily married for twenty-three years, with two grown up children; both away at university. It was true it was her husband's idea but she had willingly gone along with his proposition and she blushed to recall how much she had enjoyed it. Everything looked so different in the cold light of day; but last night with the curtains closed and the lights blazing, it had been a different world. How had it all started?

Graham's best friend John had turned up out of the blue and they had enjoyed a relaxed convivial evening chatting and drinking. As was usual with John he had made no firm arrangements for overnight accommodation so they offered to put him up in the spare bedroom. Just before midnight they all retired to bed. Alone in their bedroom, Beverley and Graham began to undress. This in itself was unusual. Beverley normally came to bed first and Graham would follow later. If they had sex it would take place downstairs. This was a practise they had adopted as the children got older; not wishing to subject them to the embarrassment of hearing their parents making love. In fact they preferred to have sex away from the house when they could; out on country walks or even in the car like furtive teenagers. As she sat at her dressing table in her underwear Graham was suddenly struck by how very attractive she still was; long legs, an hourglass figure, large firm breasts like melons and natural blonde hair. Beverley noticed him looking at her.

'What?'

By now Graham was naked with an erection. Beverley smiled.

'What brought that on?'

'I don't know. Ever since I was about fourteen whenever I see an attractive naked woman by cock goes stiff', he joked.

Graham came and stood behind her before reaching round to unclip her front fastening bra. He began to gently squeeze her breasts; she could feel his erection against her back.

'It's a bit late Graham and you've got an early start in the morning.' 

Graham bent forward and kissed her neck 

'John's next door he'll hear us', she protested.

****

The sound of the front door bell ringing roused her from her reverie. John stood in the doorway displaying his winning naughty-boy smile. She starred at him blankly, conscious of how unappealing she must look compared with last night.

'Did I leave my toothbrush behind I can't seem to find it', he said rather sheepishly. It was such an obviously contrived excuse for his return. 

'I'll go and have a look for you.' She went upstairs looked in the bathroom and then the spare bedroom. 

'Sorry, I can't see it John' she said on her return to the living room.

'OK, it doesn't really matter.' 

John paused, uncertain what to do. 

'Would you like a cup of coffee?'

'Yes please.'

They sat opposite each other sipping their coffees. Beverley was surprised how relaxed she felt. Last night seemed like a dream; a very pleasant dream but still not the sort of thing a long-time married woman would normally expect to get involved with. She noticed he was looking at her legs. Self consciously she adjusted her dress and then reflected how absurd that must appear to him. After all she had been perfectly happy indeed eager for him to see her completely naked last night. But it was different today; she was alone in the house. Last night her husband had been there as well. The toothbrush was such transparent excuse for his return. He clearly wanted to carry on where they had left off last night. 

'I suppose Graham won't be back until tomorrow?'

'That's right', she replied and immediately regretted it as it would give him the impression that they were unlikely to be interrupted. He smiled his winning bedroom smile again.

'I did enjoy last night, I hope you did too. I know Graham did.'

'Last night was different.' She paused, a flush coming to her cheeks. 'That was special. I, we don't normally behave like that.'

'It was fun though wasn't it?' 

Beverley didn't reply. A sudden thought flashed into her mind.

'Does Graham know you are here today?'

'No, of course not; are you going to tell him?'

Beverly felt confused,

'Yes, no, I don't know.'

John got up and sat down on the couch beside her. He began to squeeze her thigh.

'I really would like to see that nice sexy body of yours again', he murmured softly.

'You can't', she replied. 'It wouldn't be right.'

'It was alright last night wasn't it' he urged softly. He began to squeeze her breasts through her dress.

'Last night was special and Graham was there.'

'So it was ok to fuck you while Graham was watching but not now?' 

'Yes that's right; I did it for him as much as for you; you know how he likes to watch. You both do, he told me about the live sex show you visited when you were in Berlin last month.'

'But it was our very own live sex show. You enjoyed it too, didn't you?'

Beverley disentangled herself from his probing hands and stood up. 

'You did enjoy it' he repeated.

'Yes alright I did', she confessed, 'but it wasn't what we normally do, it was…' she tailed off confused.

'It was an orgy, that's what it was; two randy men fucking a gorgeous sexy woman and you loved it.' He paused; 'But right now I'd like to spend a leisurely afternoon in bed with you and explore that magnificent body of yours in intimate detail.'

'What about Graham?'

'I won't tell him if you don't.'

'Well what about your wife?'

'What she doesn't know can't hurt her.'

'So you haven't let Graham fuck her yet?'

'Would you mind if he had?'

Actually Beverley would mind very much indeed. She knew that her sex appeal would come a very poor second to John's nubile young wife ten years her junior. Beverley stood looking at him and considered her options. The sensible thing to do would be to ask him to leave but she was tired of doing the sensible thing. Her sex life had become routine; the fire and passion had begun to dwindle away. Last night all that had changed dramatically. When she considered the matter in the cold light of day, Beverley was amazed at the ease with which she had made the transition from conventional suburban housewife to eager nymphomaniac. Last night's orgy was with three consenting adults but now she was being asked to commit adultery with her husband's best friend. Beverley looked at John, recalling with pleasure his rampantly naked body of the night before. She felt the lust stirring her genitals as she walked towards the living room door. John got up, assuming she wanted him to leave.

'Give me ten minutes and while you are waiting close the front curtains and mix me a strong gin-and-tonic.' 

****

'Does it matter if John hears us?' He slid a hand down into her knickers and gently probed her vagina.

'He's probably trying to get to sleep.'

'Perhaps we should invite him to join us.'

'Graham be serious!'

Graham pulled Beverley to her feet and slipped her knickers to the floor. She could feel his passionate breathing close to her ear.

'I am serious, you like him don't you?'

'Yes but….'

'But what?'

'Graham what are you suggesting?'

'I'm suggesting that we ask John to join us for some mutual sexual entertainment.'

Much to her surprise Beverley suddenly found Graham's proposition rather stimulating. She squirmed in his tight passionate hold.

'How do you know that John would want to?'

'You know John.'

Beverley did indeed know John. He was an irresistibly handsome serial womaniser who had been regularly unfaithful to his wives. He was already on his second wife, a beautiful Brazilian woman twelve years his junior. 

'Well?'

'Well what?'

'Shall I ask John to join us?'

'No; not here in our bedroom, let's go downstairs'

Graham left the room. She could faintly hear his short conversation with John. Soon he was back, smiling.

'I'll take John downstairs; why don't you dress up in something sexy so that we can have the pleasure of watching you take it off again.'

Downstairs in the living room John looked uncertainly at Graham.

'What is it; have you got a porno DVD? I didn't know Beverley was into that sort of thing.' 

****

Back in her bedroom Beverley considered the consequences of her reckless decision but realised that nothing she did now would undo what had happened the night before when she had made herself freely and repetitively available to both John and Graham. If she had heard of any of her friends behaving in a similar manner she would have regarded them as promiscuous sluts. Wryly she realised that no equivalent censure would be applied to John and Graham. Fucking available women is what men do. Well now she didn't care; if men could please themselves so could she. For quite a few years now, deep within the darkest secret recesses of her mind she had fantasised about sleeping with someone like John. Graham was a good and considerate lover but John was a something special; he was taller than Graham, more handsome than Graham, more lithe and athletic than Graham, he had a larger cock than Graham but above all else he was black. Beverley shivered with pleasure at the thought of being close to his beautiful shiny naked ebony body again. She longed to be caressed and fondled by him, to hear his obscene whispered invocations. He was like a sexual god and she wanted to be his compliant slave. 

****

'No John, there is no porno DVD but Beverley will be coming down stairs soon, wearing not very much, so shall we show her how glad we are to see her.'

John watched in some surprise as Graham removed his dressing gown and stood naked and erect. John was no longer in any doubt about what was intended. They heard the sound of Beverley's footsteps on the stairs. Graham opened the door into the hall and walked to the foot of the stairs. From the sitting room John caught sight of her as she descended the stairs. She looked delicious in the tarty lingerie that Graham insisted on buying for her. A vivid orange half-cup bra with matching g-string and suspender belt, black stockings and orange high heeled shoes. The ensemble was completed with a flimsy black silk negligee. As Graham frequently told her he didn't want her to be a prostitute he just wanted her to look and behave like a prostitute. Graham put his arm round her waist and escorted her into the room.

Beverley felt calm and relaxed. She watched transfixed as John stripped off his pyjamas. Never ever in her life had she seen such a gorgeous sexy beast. John's beautiful well toned black body glowed in the electric light; his erection was nearly eight inches long and of a suitable girth to fill the widest open cunt. The two men watched in silence as she slipped off her negligee and sat down of the sofa. Graham stepped forward and unclipped her bra to release her breasts.

'She's got a great pair of tits hasn't she John?'

Beverley and John stared intently at one another and in response to her unspoken request he approached and ran his black hands over her breasts and gently squeezed them. His touch was like an electric charge.

'Mmm yes, very nice tits', he murmured.

Beverley noticed how prominent the white semen was as it oozed from his stiff black cock. Very gently she reached down and put her hand round his magnificent member. He sighed with pleasure. She was vaguely aware that Graham was standing nearby watching their every move and carefully fondling his prick. John knelt down in front of her and eased her g-string over her buttocks and down to the floor. 

'Well there you are John, feel free to fuck her any way you like', Graham said, as he stood watching their every move. 

****

Beverley stripped off her clothes and took a shower. Afterwards she towelled herself dry in front of the dressing table mirror while she considered what she should wear. There was no need for seduction they both knew exactly what was going to happen. She draped a fine black lace shawl round her shoulders and slipped on a pair of red stiletto high heel shoes. There was no pretence of modesty; to all intents and purposes she was naked. She sat down to brush her ash blonde hair and then carefully applied her make-up taking care to disguise her stretch marks. Not for the first time she pondered the strange perversity of men. Why would a man with a beautiful thirty-three year old South American wife at home come looking for sex with a married woman ten years older? Beverley chose to take it as a compliment to her still very well preserved figure.

When she returned to the living room John was busy preparing her drink. He was still fully dressed although there was a prominent bulge in his trousers. Beverley lay back on the couch sipping her drink and watched as he began to undress. 

'Can I take a shower?'

'Not now; I want you with your raw masculine smell.'

Beverley spread herself luxuriantly on the couch. She was rather enjoying being a slut.

'Come here John!'

He straddled her, one naked thigh each side of her hips; his erect member swaying and gently touching her breasts. John smiled expectantly.

'No John I'm sorry, I only do oral sex with Graham; and the thought of taking in your enormous dick is quite revolting.'

Beverley lubricated her palm with the semen oozing from his tip and began to gently fondle him. John sighed with pleasure. Beverley didn't have long to wait. John began to writhe and moan and utter obscene expletives. Suddenly he tensed and began ejaculating. She watched with fascination as the pure white emissions issued from his jet black cock. The first pulse landed on her face before she carefully realigned his aim towards her breasts. She waited until his ejaculations ceased before dipping her finger into the warm pool of semen which had formed between her breasts then sucked it thoughtfully.

'You'r supposed to be able to tell what a man's been eating and drinking from the taste of his semen but it all tastes the same to me.'

Beverley reached over and picked up her drink. She was beginning to enjoy her somewhat late reincarnation as a slut. After twenty-three years of conventional married life she felt ready for a change. John repositioned himself and began to expertly probe her vagina with his tongue. Beverley moaned contentedly and wondered how long it would be before he had a hard on again. She hoped he hadn't notice her stretch marks but as Graham had frequently rather crudely pointed out to her, the only parts of a woman's bodies that a man really cares about are her bum, tits and cunt.

****

'How would you like me to fuck you?' John asked casually.

'She rather likes rear entry when lying over the back of an armchair', Graham interjected, 'and that way it also makes for very good photographs'.

Graham had been photographing Beverley nude and semi-nude for years. More recently, with the advent of digital cameras, he had been taking obscene photographs of her that rivalled anything available in pornographic magazines. She rather enjoyed posing for him and it had become a form of foreplay when she would see how long he could restrain himself before fucking her. Photographing her with another man was a new departure. 

Once John was inside her he only managed to last five minutes before ejaculating with a load groan. Almost before she had realised what was happening Graham had his cock up inside her. Having fucked her many times before, he was able to restrain himself until she came to orgasm. By now John was erect again and, at Graham's urging, he began to shag Beverley again. This time he lasted rather longer and was able to time his emission to coincide with Beverley's second orgasm. 

****

John lay on top of her his cock once again fully erect and buried deep inside her.

'You really are a bit of a bastard John. How many women have you slept with since you married Eva?'

John paused to consider the question.

'Three I think; not counting you' 

'Does she know?'

'Well bear in mind I was sleeping with her while I was still married to Margaret.'

'So she already knows you'r a two timing bastard?'

'Why are you being such a bitch? You want me to fuck you don't you?'

'Yes, I know. But after twenty-three years as a dutiful housewife I think I'm entitled to some fun. The children are out in the world and don't require me any more. I expect Graham is fucking someone in the office. Is he, do you know? On second thoughts don't answer that question, I'd rather not know. My parents are dead so there is no one to be upset by my behaviour. By the way, that doesn't mean I'm going to open my legs for you every time you turn up.'

****

Beverley sat back down on the couch and looked at her two lovers who now both had rather limp dicks. She slipped on her negligee. A period of rest and recovery was clearly appropriate.

'I'll make some coffee.'

When Beverley returned from the kitchen Graham was showing John a portfolio of nude photographs of her. They obviously had an appropriate aphrodisiac effect since both men now had erections again. Graham sat down on a dining room chair and asked Beverley to straddle him. It was his favourite method of having sex with her for a repeat performance but never the first time, as it was far too stimulating for prolonged coupling. They writhed and wriggled together with considerable mutual pleasure. John watched for a few moments and then he came and stood behind Beverley with his cock resting in the small of her back. He reached over and began to squeeze her breasts. 

'Have you got any hand cream Beverley?' said John.

'On the side table', she gasped.

He lubricated his cock with copious amounts of Beverley's hand cream and again stood behind her with the tip of his member lodged between her parted buttocks. Bending his knees he gently eased his hard erection into her anus. She cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he began to fuck her again. Both men became aware that their members were in close proximity inside Beverley's body. As they came Beverley sensed two fierce simultaneous jets of semen pulsing inside her. The threesome disentangled themselves; by now feeling slightly shamefaced at their uninhibited sexual antics, and shortly thereafter, retired to bed.

****

After John had gone Beverley sat for a long time thoughtfully considering her future. There was no way she was going back to being the dutiful housewife; a twenty-three year sentence was quite long enough. She had spent quite enough time being Graham's unpaid housekeeper, cook, cleaner, child minder, hostess, nurse, photographic model, lover and whore. Recently, on the death of her father she had inherited a substantial legacy. What she needed was a sabbatical far away from family and friends where she could investigate the wider world that had passed her by for twenty-three years. 



The Perfect Whore Ch. 02



Thanks to all of you who commented on the first chapter of my novella. It certainly provoked strong reactions; you either loved it or hated it! Fortunately a majority of you expressed approval which encourages me to continue. Before introducing the second chapter I'd like to respond to some of the points raised.  

As some of you have noticed my characterisation is a bit weak and things tend to move to a climax rather quickly. I think its called premature literary ejaculation! I'll try and do better in future. Yes I know its draft not draught, don't you just hate it that spell checker lets you down when you really need it most. But it's encouraging to know my text is being read critically and closely. 

I should perhaps have made it clear that the first chapter described two sets of events separated by about twelve hours. The time shifts were indicated by lines of asterisks. If the appropriate paragraphs are shuffled around the two events can be separated but I felt it was more intriguing the way I wrote it. I may experiment with this technique again later in the novella.

Someone suggested that calling a woman a whore, even a perfect whore, is offensive; this was not my intention. In the context of my fantasy novella is was intended as high praise. As I mentioned, the story could equally well have been called the perfect wife or perhaps the perfect woman. Men have such high expectations of women, expecting them to combine the roles of mother, housekeeper, nurse, hostess, advisor, cook, lover and whore. 

I consider that my choice of title was vindicated by the number of 'hits' my story received; far more than the combined total of my three previous submissions.

Why do some of you think Graham is a wimp? During Beverley's prolonged absence at a porn film shoot (chapter VI) followed by a stay at a Health Spa (chapter VIII) Graham has to satisfy his urgent sexual needs by hiring a university student who is moonlighting in the sex industry between lectures. (Chapter VII) Incidentally, I wrote this chapter before Belle de Jour was shown on TV! 

In chapters II and III I have attempted to bring some humour into the story. The title Whipping Girl has a double meaning; someone to blame (as in whipping boy) and someone who becomes sexually aroused when chastised. For good measure there is also some cross dressing! Again I would greatly appreciate feedback. 





The Perfect Whore Ch. 02



His email came last night at precisely 9:00 p.m. And they would meet today at 5 pm.

She had awoken with a shiver - she knew she would be with him tonight. And his instructions of the previous evening set her ablaze.

They would be going out that evening before he fucked her. What a crude way to put it she thought.......but those were her words to herself. She looked forward to the whole night as prelude, knowing they would be together.

He knew that she liked to show off.

She was to wear a short dress with thin shoulder straps, body hugging but not stretchy. The dress would be tailored to her body so that it could be very short and not ride up her beautiful bum - she would look like a whore but not a cheap one. The hem was to be at least 1" above the middle of her thigh - or higher. No bra was to be worn, yet the dress needed to contain her more than ample breasts. He would send a tailor over in the morning.

The tailor arrived at 9 a.m. to take Roxanne's measurements. Roxy - he liked to call her that - could see that the tailor knew her craft. The dress would fit properly and bend and flex with her - she told the tailor to raise the hem another inch.

He liked her bum and she knew it. She liked it when he could not resist her bum and she craved it. 

Roxanne's outfit would be finished with a pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes delivered by the lovely lady tailor. They were of course her size. Silver, open all around with delicate straps and 4" heels. The sole was soft and elegant and comfortable - just the way she would feel in his presence.

She was not to wear any panties, only the gold chain he had given her.

The chain was delicate enough to wrap around her waist and remain unseen with the tightest dress. On one end was a loop and on the other a clasp. She would wrap the delicate chain around her soft hips with the loop centred below her belly button, pulling the other end through the loop and clasping it to her clit ring. A diamond hung from the bottom of that clit ring and the chain attached to the top. As she moved she would feel the chain's length moving through the ring, tugging on her clit and making the diamond swing in and out of her soft pussy lips.

His note had given her instructions to put on the chain as soon as she got out of the shower that morning - she had ached all night waiting to complete his instructions.

Roxy was on her way now to the aesthetician to prepare. She had chosen a short skirt, alligator open toed skin heels with a thick ankle strap and a fitted blouse buttoned down to show her bosom ......that chain always made her horny and she wanted to enjoy it.

Roxy took the subway to her appointment because she liked to show off. She enjoyed every longing look and was kind in return. Roxy didn't lead anybody on, but liked it if someone brushed up against her body. She politely distanced herself from any jerks and graciously engaged any civil conversation. 

She felt like a tingling sexual beast. They could see her cleavage, her pussy was 2" from view above her hemline on 4" heels. At times she would swing her hips and feel the diamond in her pussy and when she arched her back it fell out and swung free. A few times she tried to use her pussy lips to hold it and the subway car would have to shake and rattle around a corner before she lost her grip - that made her feel dirty and she liked it.

The whole trip was an adventure to be repeated on the way home. She would have been disappointed to end the subway ride except for what lay ahead. She took her time walking up the subway steps, hoping someone was watching her lovely ass. There always was someone who was richly rewarded for his/her boldness and Roxy had come to count on it. Today was no different.

When she emerged at street level the usual five or six heads turned - she gave them the best show she could, wishing she could do more without provoking their darkest desires. She loved the sounds of her heels clip clipping along the sidewalk, two blocks to her appointment. In those two blocks dozens or even hundreds of people watched her big tits jiggle and her tight ass swing atop her long sexy legs - and she loved every minute of being watched. 

She went to the front desk and was asked to sit in the waiting room. The owner of the establishment was a beautiful Polish lady who - Roxanne believed - had her number, so to speak. And Roxy didn't mind a bit. Roxy was forced to sit in her impossibly short skirt. And no sooner had her beautiful bum touched the seat than this lady (Janina) would appear. Janina would then offer her hand and bid Roxy to stand up before they would hug and greet each other in full view of the other clients and front desk. All Roxy could ever recall was the feeling of arching her back (and presumably exposing her bum) to have her soft breasts press against the equally soft breasts of this gorgeous Polish lady. It was an oft repeated ritual which they both clearly enjoyed so no explanation was necessary.

As with every other visit this lovely lady would take Roxy by the hand - again for all to see - and lead her to a private room. Janinas's english was limited so there was minimal conversation. She would lead Roxy into a large stainless steel chair where she could move Roxy in every direction to makes sure that all of her lady parts had been groomed. The original appointment had been arranged by the man who would be her date tonight - Alex - and she had never questioned any element of the process.

All of Roxy's clothes were removed by Janina. Once Roxy was in the chair Janina pumped it up (like a barber's chair) then gently moved Roxy's legs into the stirrups. As her ankles fell into the soft leather ends of the stirrups, Janina wold stand between them and slowly spread Roxy's legs. She would gently stroked the inside of Roxy's thighs and bring her face down to inspect her pussy. Roxy would roll her head back and arch her backy as she felt Janina's gentle fingers part her pussy lips to each side inspecting for errant hair growth. Janina always found a few and artfully removed each with one hand while the other gently held and caressed Roxy's pussy. Roxy loved the feeling of that hand on her pussy.

Sometime Roxy's pussy got wet from the attention. The first time it happened Janina had spanked Roxy's pussy as a mock a recrimination. Each time since then Janina had spanked her pussy as a premise to get it engorged so she could identify any hairs. Roxy liked having her pussy spanked while she lay back with her legs spread - helpless and hopeful.

Then the chair was moved up and back so Janina could inspect her ass. This made even Roxy squirm with a bit of discomfort - glorious skin tingling discomfort. Again Janina caressed her thighs right to her ass then gently removed any errant hairs. 

After pouring over every inch of Roxy's body Janina gently invited Roxy out of the chair, fully nude except for her heels and her chain, and led her to the salon. They went down a hallway passing several other clients who struggled not to ogle her. Roxy loved being shown off like this - her nipples and her pussy tingled as the other clients eyes passed over them. In the salon she sat naked and horny while her the stylist attended to her lovely curly locks. She could see herself in the mirror her large natural tits full and ever so slightly parted, sloped down and pointed forward with full hard nipples. 

Afterward Janina led her back down the hallway, taking her time to show off Roxy's new hair cut and neatly trimmed pussy. When Roxy got dressed, Janina pulled her close at the waist and gave her a long deep kiss. Then she patted Roxy on the ass as she left and told her to enjoy his fat cock.

Again Roxy took the subway home. She was on fire but waiting for him. As she strutted down the street she looked not much different than when she went into the salon, but as always Janina had opened her up just a bit. It felt like everyone she saw had just seen her with her legs in stirrups and pussy spread and exposed. And she was certain that they all knew she liked it. 

It was 3:00 p.m. and Roxy had just enough time to do her final grooming in case he he wanted to fuck her in the ass. She put on some cheap plastic stripper heels - because it made her horny - and got into her shower. She had a long stainless steel tube attached to an independent water source. Roxy turned on the water and adjusted the temperature control while she fingered her asshole, back arched and full voluptuous tits swinging free - just like they would be when he fucked her from behind she thought. Once the water was warm she turned it off and squirted a bit of lubricant jelly onto the shaft of the tube. She kneeled on the bench and reached behind her to ease the rounded head of the shaft into her ass. She liked the way it made her jump when it pushed open her asshole and she hovered there pumping her fuck hungry ass with the long tube. Then she expertly turned on the water just enough to fill her ass, removed the tube and evacuated herself down the drain. Roxy enjoyed ass-fucking herself with that tube several more times until she knew she was spotless. All the while she imagined him bending her over a table and fucking her in the ass with her big tits swinging in a room full of people......after he licked her ass of course.

When she emerged she had just enough time to check her chain, change into those beautiful heels and wriggle into the dress which the tailor had left on her bed. She looked in the mirror and saw an amazing knock-out. Roxy knew he was a lucky guy and couldn't wait to get to him to show him.

Roxy had barely finished a glass of Perrier when her car arrived and her driver knocked on the door - it was 4:45.

Carlos gently took her hand and kissed it. He said that her date tonight was a truly lucky man and they both knew it to be true. In the car they had pleasant conversation both knowing that later that night Carlos would see and perhaps participate in some exceptional sexual adventures.

Roxy struggled to keep her bare pussy from becoming wet. Carlos offered her a soft towel she could sit on with her skirt pulled up and could not resist a comment about the benefits of being a towel. With her wet cunt on a towel sitting on Carlos' leather seat, she remembered the last time he had fucked her. How he had been taking her home after she had just been fucked by two men. Carlos had taken her to the garage where he keeps his car. He had bent her over the trunk of the car and licked her ass for what seemed like hours. Then he had used his powerful hands to lift her shoulders up so that her tits would swing freely while he fucked her in the ass.

She saw Alex as they turned the corner onto Park Avenue. It seemed as though the front of his pants got firmer as he saw the car. He jogged down the steps - trying to look as distinguished as possible. 

This is a pretty sweet deal for a slut thought Roxy. A long, fat cock bouncing towards her and another in the front seat. And they both wanted her slutty pussy. The trip to the fundraiser was only 10 minutes. He spent over 9 minutes with his head between her legs. Her pussy tasted like honey. The first time he fucked her he had called it slut honey because she told him that she had fucked three other guys that day. 

They were going to a fundraiser at the Museum of Modern Art. It was an exhibition of Art by a man named Gurrera - much of it erotic. She would be seen as his new knock out girlfriend or the most expensive whore available. His social status (preferred supporter because he was rich as hell) allowed for either scenario. She knew several men and a few women in his social circle.....all of whom craved and enjoyed her slutty pussy.

Her outfit tonight was especially revealing and she enjoyed a few whispers and several firming of pant fronts as she strutted into the room - long firm sexy legs bare all the way up her magnificent thighs to within 2" of her wet engorged pussy. It felt like every person there must know her slutty pussy was bare, but they didn't.....she ached to bend at the waist and show them.

Roxy counted six other men at the party that she had fucked. Just as that thought was running through her head he asked that very question......how many men in the room had she fucked. While she hesitated, he said six. "That is correct isn't it.....you have fucked six of the guys here, or at least that many anyway?". Hesitantly she agreed. "Well the seven of us would like to fuck you tonight, are you enough of a slut for that?" Roxy nodded her head and leaned her soft breasts into his strong arm.

He wrapped his strong arm around her and put his hand on her ass, leaning back against the bar he pulled her onto his thigh spreading her legs as she fell into him. 

"Say it, tell me you are a slut". 

"I am a slut". 

"And what do you want me to do for you slut?" 

"I want you to fuck me."

"What about the other six?"

"I want them to fuck me too."

He led her into an adjacent room that had a large window looking over the party room. It looked like a one-way mirror but she didn't know for sure. In that room was a bar and bartender. Alex sat in front of the mirror and ordered a scotch and a cigar. Then he told her to stand in front of him and strip while he enjoyed himself. It didn't take long since she wasn't wearing much.

Roxy bent at the waist with her ass pointed towards him. She shook her ass and made her tits jiggle so he could see them swinging out beyond his line of sight past her supple thighs. She knew he liked that. He leaned forward so she instinctively eased back so he could lick her. He put down his scotch so he could squeeze one ass cheek while he licked her ass.

"Gimme that slutty pussy" he said as he buried his nose in her ass so he could reach his tongue into her cunt. He would do that again in a few hours after she had been fucked. She bucked and squirmed her hips while he licked her from stem to stern and she heard the door open and close six more times.

Eventually he stood and slapped her on the ass which was her cue to stand as well. Roxy turned to the room with her big bosoms heaving, her breath heavy and her pussy wet. She felt her juices running down her leg from her slutty pussy as she looked at each of the other six men she so enjoyed fucking.

He had made the right choices. A big cock parade. She didn't know how he knew these six men but they were among her favourite fucks. He slapped Roxy's ass and told her to go greet her guests.

Roxy smiled and strutted over first to Hector. She reached up and pulled his strong neck to her and kissed him deeply.....he grabbed her ass and pulled her wet pussy to his thigh while he kissed her. She reached for his pants and unbuttoned them swiftly. Roxy knew she would find a fat 9" cock, straight and hairless. And she knew his cum usually tasted lightly salty......he was in her top 10 and a regular customer. She pulled off his pants and stroked his cock, gently passing her fingernails over his tightened ball sack.

Go and greet your guests he said as he continued undressing himself. Next was Silvio. She immediately reached for his pants while he grabbed both of her tits and kissed her hard. His cock was about the same size as Hector's, but it curved up a bit. It was ideal for being fucked on her back with her legs spread on a kitchen table. The way that curve grab her pussy and stroked her G-spot made her want to spread her legs all the more.

Jimmy was a country boy. He was 10" of fat cock on a gentle giant who she could ride like a bull. They kissed gently and she thanked him for coming to her gang bang while she pulled out his big dick. She leaned into him and pulled on his dick with one hand and his balls with the other....neither hand able to fully close.

Jeremy was an athlete turned businessman - She jumped in his arms and pulled his strong hands onto her ass while she wrapped herself around him. He had a perfect upward curving 9" extra fat cock. Roxy loved to ride his dick with him standing up.

Roxy called Charles smoothy ebony. His cock was 10" long and straight. He was tall so it worked best if she bent over when Charles fucked her. And Charles liked best when he was slamming into her juicy ass when he fucked her. Charles' cum tasted the sweetest.

And Leroy. She knew what he liked. She reached up and kissed his lips, then turned and bent at the waist for him. She pointed her firm and voluptuous ass at him. He moved his thick fingers up and down in her wet slutty pussy and slapped her ass. Later he would be putting his fat black cock in her pussy.

Leroy slapped her on the ass and with a smile said "now go see your host slut".

She strutted and shook her big tits as she walked back to Alex. She sat next to him and the waiter came over to take their orders. They had rum and cokes and smoked a couple joints. He licked her pussy while she sat on the couch with her legs spread and six fat cocks waited. He stood and helped her up, then slapped her ass and said "go get fucked honey".

Her pussy was wet and her big tits were firm with erect nipples. She got to Hector first. He held her hips and turned her ass towards Jeremy. They each dropped to their knees with their hands running down her body and started licking her pussy and ass. She shivered with excitement and her knees buckled a bit, but Charles and Silvio were soon on either side of her. They each had one hand on her shoulder to steady her and one hand on her tits. Roxy instinctively reached for both of their cocks. With each fat cock in her hand she knew she wanted these two to fuck her together. She leaned her head back and kissed them each deeply......while Hector wrapped his two fingers into her pussy and licked her clit.

Roxy squirted just enough to make Hector swallow it and knew she needed to get fucked right away. She grabbed Silvio and Charles by the cocks and pulled them to a table. She jumped up and spread her legs around Silvio pulling him all the way into her pussy, while she laid back and guided Charles cock to the side of the table. Silvio held her legs apart and pushed her onto her back. Roxy squirmed and spread herself for him....."fuck me Silvio, please fuck me" she said with a bat of her eyelashes. He plunged his dick into her slutty pussy while she lay back with Charles dick in her hand - she used it to pull herself over to him and started sucking on his balls while Silvio fucked her. Charles gratefully stroked her soft tits and stomach while she sucked on his smooth black balls. Her tongue darted across his nut sack while she gently tugged in his balls - she liked to get his cum moving so she would get a mouthful.

She could tell his balls were full today - even more so than when she helped undress him a few moments ago.

The upturn and thrust of Silvio's cock was rocking her towards an orgasm. She released Charles balls and put his cock head in her mouth. She sucked him into her throat while her pussy started to spasm. When she started to squirt Silvio pulled his cock out of her for a moment and held her legs apart. He knelt and licked her slutty pussy a few times, then stood and plunged his cock into her again. She was still squirming in ecstasy when he put his dick back into her - he just eased his cock into her and let it sit there while she vibrated down and around him. She could feel his fat dick filling her without actively fucking her - that made her enjoy the big dick in her mouth all the more.

Smooth ebony glided between her pretty lips. Deep inside he could feel the end of his beautiful dick brush her tonsils while she sucked and slurped like a hungry slut. She strained to take him in so deep she could lick his yummy black balls.

Roxy tensed her pussy muscles and pulled Silvio into her. She pulled the ebony cock out of her mouth long enough to lean forward and kiss Silvio long and deep with the taste of cock in her mouth. She begged him to fuck her again......"fuck me please, fuck me until you can cum in my mouth".




The Perfect Whore Ch. 02



Silvio kicked into high gear and started plowing her slutty pussy with his big cock. She had to be careful not to touch Charles cock with her teeth while she got fucked hard, but she was an experienced cock sucker and did not want to miss any of that beautiful dick. Roxy opened her mouth wide to keep her teeth clear and plunged her lips towards his ball sack, taking his fat cock deep into her throat again.

It was Charles who blew his load first. That is what she had wanted and it was in her power - Roxy could almost always suck a man to cum before they could fuck themselves into cumming. Silvio was fucking her slutty pussy into another shiver when Charles finally held her head and pulled it back a bit so that he could cum in her mouth instead. He knew she wanted to taste it. She started to swallow as the first shot of his cum hit the back of her throat and kept swallowing because she knew he would fill her up.....and it was a bit too early in the evening to have cum dribbling off of her chin.

Roxy had just managed the last drop of smooth ebony jizz when Silvio was ready to fill her as well. Silvio pulled his dick out of her pussy and came around the table to cum in her mouth. Her legs and pussy froze for just a half second before Hector stepped into her. She smiled as Silvio put his fat cock in her mouth and she could feel Hector's cock fill her hungry cunt. Roxy's body started to shiver in ecstasy again as Silvio dumped his load in her mouth.

When Silvio stepped away, Hector picked Roxy up and held her in his arms with his dick still in her pussy. He wrapped each arm behind her knees so he could control her position with his powerful body. She had her hands around his neck as she literally rode on his cock. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Hector asked what she wanted next, but she did not answer right away....preferring to squeeze his cock in out of her pussy as she rode on him with her manicured fingernails buried in his powerful shoulders.

"Bury my face in Leroy's lap while you fuck me from behind" was the answer she knew before he even asked the question.

Leroy liked having this little white slut suck his big black dick and she was happy to oblige. Leroy was rougher and a bit ruder than most, but not in a mean way. He was always kind and gentle with her. She let him do anything if he took his time and didn't try to rip her apart with his giant dick.

She led the way over to him and knelt between his legs. Roxy stroked his dick and stuck her ass in the air for Hector at the same time. The craving in her hungry pussy was instantly filled by Hector's fat cock while she prepared her next meal of fat dick.

Roxy was soon sucking Leroy's balls and slurping on his fat dick. She had learned to open her throat, but his dick was so big she had to push herself onto him. She gaged trying to get him all the way in and he gave a grin of satisfaction. Watching big Leroy grin while this hot white slut was gaging on his cock made Hector almost cum in her pussy. She knew it immediately, jumped and turned to swallow Hector's dick on her knees as the cum came out of him. She swallowed another load of cum.

Roxy bent and spread her legs for Leroy. He leaned forward and slapped her ass. Then he pulled her down onto his dick. Her sexy legs extended down either side of his powerful thighs as she wrapped her slutty pussy around him. She had her hands on his knees and leaned forwards with her big tits swinging as she wriggled her way onto his big dick. It was a tight fit, but not like sucking his dick. With her pussy Roxy could take all of him and enjoy every minute. Leroy laid back and let her do the work. She bucked and pulled on his big black dick with each stroke. Her full ass slapping against his thighs and her tits full and jiggling between her arms as she struggled to hold on to herself while she milked his cock. When Leroy started to grunt and squeeze her ass on the upstroke she turned and laid back so she could swing her leg above his head and come around to face him - without removing his cock from her pussy (he loved that). She pulled his face into her magnificent tits while she flexed her pussy around his dick until she could feel him buck and twitch inside her snatch. Then she eased herself off of his fat dick and smoothly wiggled down between his thighs.....wrapping her lips around his dick just in time to taste another load of cum. She gulped like a hungry slut, but still a little dribble of cum got away and trickled out of the corner of her mouth.

Mr. Gurrera walked in the room just in time to watch Roxy struggle to swallow all of Leroy's cum. She gave him a glance and sly smile - he knew immediately she liked to be watched. Gurrera sat next to Alex and ordered a drink.

Roxy climbed off of Leroy and directly onto Jimmy. Her pussy was freshly fucked and stretched out enough for her to swallow his dick in her pussy in one stroke. She looked extra slutty taking such a big cock all at once. She pulled Jeremy in front of her so she could suck his cock while she rode Jimmy. She had her hands on Jimmy's knees with her ass bouncing up and down on his dick with her sexy legs wrapped around the outside of his thighs.

Jeremy shot his load first. Again a little dribble of cum hung off of her chin while she rode Jimmy's fat cock. She cleaned it of and sucked the cum off of her fingers. Jimmy stretch her cock for another good 10 minutes before he put her on her knees and stood up to unload his sack full of cum into her open mouth.

Roxy took her time cleaning off his dick. When she was finished Alex asked her to come over to see him and Gurrara. When she got there he stood and sat her in the chair he had been in and immediately started licking her pussy. After a few licks he offered a taste to Gurrara. "Did I not tell you she has the yummiest slutty pussy" and they both took turns tasting her freshly fucked cunt.

Roxy stayed there enjoying their attentions while she rested. The bat tender took her order a brought over a drink while she sat there with her legs spread like a cunt buffet. All three of them enjoyed every minute.

When she was done her drink they sent her back over to the men. Charles bent her over the table and fucked her first. He knew how to bring the firm ridge of his fat cock back and forth across her g-spot and clit with each stroke. He soon had her gushing cum juice onto the floor.

Roxy spent another hour and a half fucking sucking and swallowing. When the last of her lovers got dressed and rejoined the fundraiser she returned to Alex and Gurrara. This time they knelt in front of and behind her so they could lick her pussy and ass. She stood there with them slurping on her slut honey as she watched the last of the other men leave.

When they were done, Mr Gurrara produced three pieces of jewellery. Each was a small, gold chain mail shield. Two just the size of her nipples and one just the size of her slutty pussy. With her permission he attached them onto her nipple and clit piercings. The covered her assets just enough that she was basically wearing as little clothes as possible short of full nudity.

Then Mr. Gurrara asked her if he could take her out into the fundraiser and present her as his muse for his next exhibit.....wearing only what she had on. She had been tiring, but this prospect titillated her to new heights. Her fire was stoked with each new introduction as he led her around the room.

When she could take no more, they brought her out to the car. 

Roxy shoved Alex into his seat and had her hand wrapped around his fat cock while she was telling Carlos to take them home. She plunged his fat dick into her mouth. That was too much too soon and he could hear her throat gag and gurgle as his cock hit the back of her throat. Her big tits were rubbing his thighs and her beautiful bare pussy was stuck in the air as she instinctively arched her back while she struggled to swallow his cock. He could tell from Carlos' expression in the mirror that he could see her pussy....including her clit ring and chain attachment. And he remembered the last time that he and Carlos had fucked Roxy together......watching Carlos spank her perfect ass while he fucked her. Then he imagined he and Carlos each taking turns fucking her in the ass. By then Roxy's throat had relaxed and she was feasting on his fat cock. Her pretty red lips bounced up and down with a smile on her face and in her eyes. She could taste his salty pre-cum and she wanted to taste his cum. All four of them knew that is what she wanted and they would all feed her cum tonight. She applied her deepest suction to pull on his fat yummy dick all the way to the top. Then locked her teeth gently on the base of his cock head while she teased his peehole with her tongue. She wiggled her ass while she drew her mouth upward and wrapped her lips around his cockhead.....then slowly and gently brushed every inch of his cockhead with her teeth before plunging his dick into her throat. Her ass stuck even higher in the air (and into the rearview mirror view) as she pulled her lips down to the base of his cock. As she gurgled and flexed her throat around his fat dick she licked his balls. He contemplated his good fortune as his dick twitched and he began to unload his first load of cum for the evening. And as that first load drained away from him he watched Roxy's insatiable desire increase. 

Roxy's ass was in the air with her pussy bare to the front seat and her tits swinging soft on his thighs. She looked up at him as she swallowed the last of his load then paused to pull the last remnants from the end of his dick.....slurping without shame. 

She turned and looked at Carlos in the rear view mirror "take me home and fuck me" she said. And they did just that.

In the morning Roxy checked her email and found a full evenings pay from 8 men.



The Perfect Whore Ch. 03



Chapter III Suckling a Curate 

It was some days before Beverley recovered from her encounter with the con man who was also a cross dressing masochist with a penchant for ladies underwear. The following week she was surprised to receive a telephone call from the curate at her local church who wanted to come round and see her. Naturally she agreed and they arranged a mutually convenient time.

When he arrived Beverley sat him down and offered him tea and biscuits. He was a serious earnest young man with a distracted nervous air. After exchanging small talk for some minutes Reverend Johnson diffidently broached the matter he had come about. He seemed rather embarrassed. He explained that last week the vicar had seen her in the town centre in a rather distressed state and he was wondering whether she had a problem or needed any counseling. Beverley's initial puzzlement was replaced by alarm when it became clear that the day in question was that of her disastrous encounter in the hotel. Had he seen her making an exhibition of herself at the reception desk of the Mansion Hotel? The curate explained further and she realised that it must have been the vicar who had spoken to her in the café where she was weeping over a cup of coffee, the man she had told to "fuck off you sick pervert"!

Had she been twenty years younger Beverley might have blushed as she recollected the incident. As it was she was able to concoct a reasonably convincing story of a distressing encounter with a 'flasher' by the Corn Exchange. When a man spoke to her subsequently in the café she assumed that he had followed her there. She asked the curate to convey her sincere apologies to the vicar and to assure him that she didn't have a problem or require any counseling. The curate seemed reassured by her explanation and the conversation returned to more mundane matters. He had noticed a photograph of her son Andrew on the side table and enquired about him. The curate seemed greatly exercised when it emerged that that Andrew was precisely the same age as he was. 

Beverley was puzzled, she was having difficulty reading his subliminal thoughts; usually the eyes gave everything away. Over the years she had become accustomed to watching Graham's eyes flicking round a restaurant or airport departure lounge seeking out a suitable female to be the recipient of his reproductive fluid to pass his genes on to the next generation. The biological basis for such behaviour had become redundant several thousand years ago but the associated lecherous gene was still functioning as strongly as ever. 

Beverley could read no evidence of lechery in the young curate's eyes. Was he homosexual? She thought probably not; she vaguely recalled reading of an engagement in the Parish Magazine. Suddenly he began to sob gently. Now it was Beverley's turn to supply counseling. She went over and sat beside him on the couch and put her arm round his shoulder. Between his sobs he told her that his own mother would have been about her age, if she hadn't died when he was six months old. 

The curate rested his head on her shoulder from where he was able to look into her décolletage. This seemed to reassure him somewhat. He began plucking vaguely at the buttons of her blouse. One of the buttons broke off and to avoid any further damage Susan quickly unfastened the remaining buttons. The curate's face was now buried in her brassiere and after a short time he started making unsuccessful efforts to unfasten it; fittingly for a virtuous young man of the cloth he had absolutely no idea how to do so. He began to sob again in frustration. Beverley solved his problem by unclipping it herself. The curate gave a sigh of satisfaction and began to fondle and kiss her now fully exposed breasts. Actually he wasn't so much kissing her breasts but rather sucking them. Sucking them like a six month old baby! He continued in this vain for some time occasionally switching his attention from one breast to the other.

Beverley really had no objection to a man fondling or kissing her breasts but only as an element of sexual foreplay. If matters were proceeding normally she would by now expect to feel a hand sliding up her thigh. She felt rather disappointed and tried wriggling around a bit to expose her thighs and stocking tops. Most men would find such a sight a very powerful aphrodisiac indeed but not the Reverend Johnson. Beverley tried a more direct approach.

'Would you like to come up stairs with me?'

The curate paused in his fondling and sucking and seemed to become aware of Beverley for the first time. Here he was sitting on a couch with one of his parishioners and she was practically naked. For perhaps the first time in his sheltered existence he finally understood all that talk in the Bible about lust. He recoiled in horror, certain he was destined for Hell. Beverley realised she had gone too far and immediately rearranged her skirt and fastened her bra. 

'I think perhaps I should go now', the curate said. 'Please excuse me.'

'There's nothing to excuse, please come again soon.' 

Beverley noticed that the curate was now avoiding eye contact, a clear indication that she had stirred his lust. 

'Thanks for the tea. I enjoyed our….' he tailed off aware that whatever he said could be misinterpreted.

Beverley flashed her very best winning smile.

'I'm already looking forward to your next visit; we really ought to get to know each other better.'

When the curate had gone Beverley went up stairs, stripped off and had a shower. As she soaped her breasts clean she realised that the curate had made her nipples quite sore. She dried herself she lay down naked on the bed feeling rather frustrated. She fumbled in the bedside table drawer and found the bag containing the vaginal vibrator that she bought at the sex shop some weeks ago. 

'Oh fuck!' she exploded, realizing that she had no batteries for the device. In the bag containing the vibrator she noticed there was a magazine. She leafed through the pages out of curiosity. There were lots of swingers contact advertisements. Then something caught her eye. 

Uninhibited Well Endowed Girls

Wanted for Adult Film Industry

There was a contact telephone number and a web site address. Slipping on her dressing gown Beverley went downstairs to the study and switched on the computer. It didn't take her long for to navigate onto the web site. The images on the web site could leave know-one in any doubt about what was on offer; graphic pornographic photographs of fucking, oral sex and buggery. Beverley scanned through the images and wondered if Graham had visited the site. She clicked into the folder where he stored his pornography and flicked through his obscene portfolio. There were lots of photographs which had obviously been downloaded from the internet as well as many photographs that Graham had taken of her. There were also a few not very successful time delayed photographs of Graham fucking her. Beverley wondered where he had stored the photographs taken on the night of John's visit. After a few more clicks she found them. She stared at the images with a feeling of total detachment finding it hard to believe that it was her with such an incredibly beautiful handsome sexy man. Her fingers strayed to her vagina and she began to masturbate while flicking through the images of John fucking her.

The photographs reignited her strong physical attraction for John. She knew from her conversations with Graham that lust for the opposite sex was an almost permanent condition for a man but it was a completely new experience for her. Yes, she had had her schoolgirl fantasies about Clark Gable and Richard Burton but this was altogether different. Quite simply she wanted John to fuck her again; she would probably even agree to have his enormous cock in her mouth so strong was her desire for him. How could this desirable conclusion be brought about? What would induce Graham to sanction this? She shied away from the idea of a secret affair; she would have to appeal to Graham's very strong voyeuristic streak. An idea was stirring in her mind. First she would investigate the pornographic film industry and then she would induce Graham to make an extended film of her with John; she was pretty sure he would jump at the idea. But how to get John to agree; he would no doubt be delighted to fuck her but recording it might be a step too far even for John; and there was also his wife to consider. Making a pornographic film would take several days. Yes the whole thing would have to be carefully thought out. 

The first time that Graham had persuaded her to watch a pornographic DVD with him she had expected to be shocked and disgusted but in fact, she had found the film very erotic and, rather surprisingly, very relaxing. Quite why she found the film relaxing she found hard to explain but it was perhaps due to the fact that what was being illustrated was what she and Graham and no doubt thousands of other couples routinely did in the privacy of their homes. In other words, it assuaged her deep down puritan guilt at taking pleasure in sexual activity when actually it was perfectly normal.

Eventually Beverley returned to the site advertising for porn film actors. There was an option of sending an e-mail and she thought this would be better than talking to someone, initially at least. After much thought and some economy with the truth, she sent the following message:

I am a well endowed experienced woman 38 years old and very keen to get into porn films. I attach some still photographs taken by my partner who is quite happy with what I am doing. The man in the photographs is not my partner just a very good friend! My partner likes to watch other men fucking me and would love to see me in a porn film. 

Brenda

Beverley clicked the 'send' button then switched off the computer and went back upstairs. It was extremely hot in the bedroom. She opened the windows wide before lying down naked on the bed again.

Some time later Beverley woke with a start from a light sleep. There was a man staring in the window. It was the window cleaner.

'Oh you're awake are you', he said cheerfully. 'I didn't want to disturb you; you look so nice lying there naked. You ought to be a model; you've got such a lovely figure.' 

'Why don't you come in and have a closer look at my figure?'

'Thank you madam, that's very kind of you.'

The window cleaner climbed in through the bedroom window and approached the bed.

Beverley smiled at him.

'Well, what do you think?'

'Those tits of yours ought to be on page three of The Sun!'

Beverley opened her legs.

'What about my cunt, do you like that too?'

'Oh yes, you can't beat a bit of cunt, madam.'

'Look I haven't got any money handy to pay you. How much is it?'

'Ten pounds, madam.'

'Well would you like to fuck me instead?'

'That sounds like a very generous offer, too good to refuse madam. A prostitute would charge a lot more than that.' 

He began to undress.

'My assistant is cleaning your downstairs windows; can he come up and fuck you too?'

'Yes of course.'

He leaned out of the window and called to his partner.

'George, would you like to come up.'

The window cleaner climbed on the bed. Beverley opened her legs so that he could mount her. As he fucked her Beverley noticed George climb in through the window and start to undress. The window cleaner was a very quick fucker.

'Thank you madam, that was very nice. Your turn now George and mind you treat the lady with respect.'

George, being a young man, was an even quicker fucker.

'Say thank you to the lady George, where's your manners.'

'What about next month?' Beverley enquired. 'I might be out; shall I pay you in advance?'

'That's very kind of you madam. Another fuck is it?'

'Yes please and don't forget George. I shall want a written receipt of course'

There was a sudden loud noise of a ladder being put up by the window. Beverley woke with a start. Realising it was the window cleaner; she quickly ran over and closed the curtains. She noticed her reflection in the dressing table mirror and was surprised to see that her vagina was swollen and engorged as though she had recently been having sex. Recollections of a very odd dream were already rapidly fading away, lost beyond recall.



The Perfect Whore Ch. 04



Chapter IV Away Together

Graham and Beverley decided to take a midweek break together. Ever since John's visit there had been an unspoken feeling that there lives had become somewhat fractured and it was hoped that the break might enable them to put what had happened in perspective. Being rather more discrete than Graham, Beverley had said nothing about John's follow up visit or about her disastrous day out at the Mansion Hotel. She did, however, mentioned the visit of the curate from the Parish church and his strange fixation with her breasts. Naturally Graham was greatly amused although quite unable to imagine how any man could possibly want to fondle her breasts and suck her nipples without there being a sexual motive. 

They were staying in a country house hotel not far from the Suffolk coast. The weather was fine enabling them go for long walks before stopping off for drinks at a convenient pubs. Arriving back at the hotel in the late afternoon they decided to try out the indoor swimming pool. The pool was deserted apart from two girls in their late teens. They swam lazily up and down for a few lengths before relaxing in the Jacuzzi. 

'Now you've got something young and beautiful to look at', said Beverley.

'Are you pimping for me Beverley?'

Actually Graham's lechery didn't extend to teenage girls; he thought of sex as something for consenting adults who knew exactly what they were doing. Listening to the girls' vacuous conversation only provoked him into a grumpy condemnation of the modern education system. The girls soon departed leaving them alone. 

'Do you think they've got a camera surveillance system in here?' Graham asked.

'Probably, why do you ask?' Beverley said suspiciously

'I thought it would be nice to have a nude swim.'

'We don't want to get thrown out of the hotel, we've only just arrived.'

'Yes alright, but I think we're ok in the Jacuzzi, get your kit off, I want to have a feel!'

'Graham! You're not going to be naughty are you?'

Graham slipped his swimming trucks off, moved up close to Beverley and pulled the shoulder straps of her one piece bathing suit off her shoulders and exposed her breasts. He guided her hand onto his erection.

'No Graham! How would you like it if all the guests wanked off in the Jacuzzi?'

'I can see the newspaper headline now; "Mass pregnancy of hotel guests, secret Jacuzzi wanker suspected"', Graham joked.

'Let's go back upstairs.'

Many years of married life together ensured that Graham instantly understood the code. She wanted him to make love to her in the bedroom.

'OK' 

He stepped naked out of the Jacuzzi and into the cold poolside shower which ensured that he soon became decently detumescent. Beverley followed, her breasts still exposed. The sound of a door opening caused them both to hastily don their bathrobes.

Back in the bedroom Graham let Beverley use the shower first then followed. When he came out of the bathroom Beverley was lying gracefully nude on the bed in a pose not unlike the Rokeby Venus. Graham stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.

'God, you are so beautiful!'

Beverley suppressed the desire so say something flippant and dismissive and smiled instead. Sometimes Graham could be so utterly and unexpectedly charming. He lay down on the bed beside her still staring at her thoughtfully.

'How on earth have you managed to put up with me all these years?'

She moved closer and gently kissed him.

'I only married you for your money', she joked.

He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips. She looked at him in surprise.

'What was that for?'

He didn't reply but gently touched her beautiful breasts, breasts that still caused heads to swivel whenever she walked into Graham's office. Beverley settled down on the bed with legs slightly parted, one leg drawn up. He kissed her breasts then tracked down her body to her pale pink pudendum that was already parted to reveal its delicate delicious fleshy interior. She quivered with delight as his tongue probed the delicate half opened cleft. When aroused and flowing with sexual juices, her genitalia reminded him of an active volcano on the verge of eruption or the great red spot on Jupiter. He arranged himself above her and eased himself inside her warm welcoming juicy interior and began to fuck her slowly and carefully, pausing occasionally to ensure he stayed under control. Neither of them spoke. On and on he went five minutes, ten minutes; his cock made slurping noises as it was gently gripped by her cunt. Fifteen minutes, he knew she was coming to her final orgasm. He could feel her spasms gripping and releasing his member. She sighed and gently gasped as he spurted his fierce jet of love juice deep inside her. Graham stayed inside her while his swelling slowly subsided before gently detaching himself. They lay in blissful, contented, satiated silence. Beverley leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek.

'That was lovely Graham, thank you.'

The dozed in companionable silence bathed in a warm afterglow of post coital satisfaction on a hot sultry sunny summer afternoon.

****

That evening after dinner they had their coffee in the lounge bar. It was a small intimate bar with one row of continuous seats facing the bar backed by another row facing in the other direction. Beyond this up against the wall was another row of seats looking towards the bar. Most of the customers tended to congregate in or around the bar either perched on bar stools or standing. Beverley and Graham were the sole occupants of the seats facing away from the bar and were virtually invisible from the bar.

Beverley crossed her knees; through the slit in her skirt Graham could see her stocking top. He rested a hand on her thigh.

'What is it about the area between a woman's stocking tops and her knickers which is so mysterious and alluring?'

'I don't know but it seems to work like Viagra for you.'

Graham gently pushed her skirt up until he could see her crimson knickers.

'I'm wearing my tart's knickers tonight', she said with a grin.

'As far as I can make out all women wear tart's knickers these days' 

Beverley turned her head to follow his gaze and observed the two nymphets that they had seen earlier swimming in the pool. They were perched on bar stools clad in micro skirts and miniscule close fitting tops which accentuated their pert small breasts; breasts not needing the support of brassieres. The strap bands of their thongs peeped out above their skirts. They were holding court with two spotty youths.

Not for the first time Graham reflected on how difficult it must be for modern young men to read the sexual runes of their female companions when they dressed like tarts but expected to be treated like goddesses. Occasionally Graham let his mind dwell on the delightful prospect of making love to a young and perhaps virginal woman. He was pretty certain he would be able to do it far more successfully than a rash impetuous uncontrolled youth. Admittedly, unlike a youth, he would be unable to give a repeat performance for at least half an hour and a third would require over an hours recovery. Another shag would be out of the question until the following morning unless the girl was exceptionally seductive. On the whole he thought the disadvantages of emotional instability and plain dumb moronic ignorance far outweighed the pleasure to be gained from penetrating fresh young flesh. He turned again to his wife.

'Why don't you take your knickers off?' he said softly

'What here?'

'Yes, I want to look at your cunt.'

'But you saw my' she paused, unable to bring herself to use the c-word, 'down there this afternoon.' 

She knew that Graham was going to lead her into some elaborate sexual fantasy and that eventually she would go along with it, c-word included. Under her husbands fascinated gaze she quickly disengaged her suspenders and removed her tart's knickers and tucked them in her hand bag.

'Do you remember how you once left your knickers in my car and that they were discovered the following morning by Frank Field when I gave him a lift into work.'

'God, don't remind me; it was so embarrassing for a young woman in those long gone innocent times. For a time I was known as no knickers Beverley.'

'It did wonders for my reputation, shagging the sexiest, most beautiful girl in the lab.' 

Graham glanced round the bar and, seeing they were unobserved, he pushed up her skirt to reveal her clean shaven pudendum. He ran his hand up her leg and gently probed her slit. She let out a slight gasp and quivered. Graham might be instantly aroused by her stocking tops but she, even after long years of marriage, found his sexual caresses electrifying.

'You're my favourite tart, do you know that? I ought to put you out on the streets; you'd earn a fortune for me.'

'Now you know I'd be no good as a prostitute I'm far too ladylike.'

Graham continued to gently probe her slit with one finger. He began to murmur quietly in her ear.

'What I'd like you to do is go into the toilet and remove all your underwear.'

Beverley felt her heart beat faster. She was never quite sure where Graham's fantasies would take them. Without saying another word, she obediently got up and left the bar.

Graham glanced round the room, observing the other occupants of the bar. A few seats along on the other side facing towards the bar were a couple who had clearly run out of conversation some years ago. In private this was of no consequence but when they were on public view they obviously felt obliged to make an effort. This largely consisted of telling each other things they already knew for the benefit of anyone who might be listening. It was almost as if they were acting themselves in a stage play. 

"You really told that waiter off tonight didn't you?"

"Well you said you didn't want any salad dressing."

"Then you told the manager how disappointed you were."

"He was quite surprised when you mentioned Mabel's visit."

Graham was relieved to be distracted by the arrival of a dark haired middle-aged woman who sat down rather uncertainly in the outer ring of seats facing the bar. He smiled at her.

'Are you here for a long stay?'

'No just a short break. And you?'

'The same.'

Graham saw no sign of a wedding ring. Was she here on her own?

'Can I get you a drink?'

'No, but thank you, I'm waiting for my friend.' 

Beverley returned to the bar in the company of a woman of about thirty. Graham was pleasantly surprised; she had obviously been back to their room because she was now wearing a dress rather than the skirt and blouse she had on earlier. It was Graham's favourite black wrap-around dress. Observing her closely, Graham was fairly sure that she had obeyed his instructions and divested herself of underwear. She resumed her seat beside Graham who realised that the newcomer was the missing friend the middle aged woman was waiting for. Beverley turned to Graham with an impish smile and murmured.

'That's spoiled your perverse little game hasn't it?'

'Don't get bitchy Beverley otherwise I'll pull that dress of yours open so that they can see what a whore you are.'

'If you were hoping for an outing for your cock with your new lady-friends I'm afraid you'll be disappointed; I think they are lesbians.' 

'Really?'

Graham looked at the two women with renewed interest. Half an hour quickly passed in casual conversation with the newcomers. At last they left; there were now only about half a dozen guests remaining in the bar.

'Give me a flash then.'

Beverley obediently opened her dress to reveal that she was otherwise naked. Graham gently caressed her breasts.

'Best pair of tits I've seen this week.'

'I thought it was my cunt that interested you.'

Beverley now felt relaxed enough to enter into his fantasy.

'No, right now, I'd like a tit fuck; I bet that's what your curate friend wanted.'

'Not everyone thinks about sex all the time like you.'

'Did you feel his cock?'

'No I didn't but I can assure you there was no bulge in his trousers.'

'That must have been a big disappointment for you. Anyway as you can see I've got a bulge which requires your urgent attention.'

Graham unfastened his zip and freed his erect member from his jockey shorts. He glanced around to check that they weren't observed. The drinkers around the bar were oblivious to the carnal activity that was about to take place on the other side of the seats.

'Come closer and get your tits round my cock.'

'Be careful when you come, Graham.'

'Well you know what to do about that don't you; take it in your mouth!'

Beverley began to rub her breasts, lubricated by the emissions oozing from his tip, up and down Graham's stiff shaft. Graham had had an erection on and off for the past hour so he soon came towards his climax. Beverley squeezed her breasts tightly together to further stimulate his cock. He began to talk quietly and urgently.

'Now, get ready, yes now, take it!' 

With a skill honed by much practise Beverley quickly placed her open mouth in close proximity to his cock and took in his fierce ejaculations, then, as he watched, she opened her mouth and allowed his semen to trickle down her chin. Over the years she had learned how to play the fantasy prostitute with consummate skill. In the afternoon she had been his lover but this evening she was his compliant whore.

With the performance over Beverley swiftly covered her naked body before retiring to the toilets to sponge her sticky face. When she returned he had already replenished their drinks and was casually talking to someone over on the other side of the bar. She looked at him expectantly.

'Well, was I OK?'

He moved close to her and kissed her gently on the lips.

'Darling you are, without doubt, the perfect wife and the perfect whore.'

****

The following morning Graham went for an early morning jog while his wife slept late. His route took him round the extensive grounds of the hotel and out into a wooded area beyond which eventually lead to the coast. It was a beautiful sunny summer morning and the sea air was invigorating. Down below on the beach he noticed the two women they had been talking to in the bar the previous evening. They had been swimming in the sea. The beach was deserted apart from the two women. Graham jogged down to the beach to greet them.

'I see you prefer the real thing to the overheated hotel pool.'

'Oh you can't beat a swim in the sea on a morning like this' said the older of the two. 'Why don't you try it?'

Graham took his trainers off and strolled to the water's edge where he let the tide wash over his feet. 

The two women began to dry themselves.

'It won't bother you will it if we take our costumes off? We're nudists and it's such a lovely morning for sun bathing.'

It was at this point that Graham decided that it would be a very good idea to take a swim. He removed his trainers and t-shirt and plunged boldly into the sea. The shock of the cold water immediately quelled any incipient stirrings in his genitals. Ten minutes later he emerged refreshed from the sea and strolled up the beach towards the women who were lying naked in the sand dunes. They watched him casually as he approached.

'Oh you haven't got a towel have you', said the younger women. 'I've got a spare hand towel here.'

She reached into her bag and handed him the towel.

'My names Jane by the way and this is my friend Muriel.'

Rather incongruously they all shook hands. Graham couldn't recall ever having shaken hands with a naked woman before.

'I should hang your trunks on that gorse bush over there to dry, otherwise you'll feel most uncomfortable' said Muriel.

Graham obediently followed Muriel's suggestion and then sat down beside them with the small towel draped strategically over his loins.

'Your wife doesn't jog then? Muriel enquired.

'No, I'm afraid not, she's not the athletic type. She was still asleep when I came out.'

Graham was finding it very hard not to stare at the naked bodies displayed so unselfconsciously. He was glad of the towel to hide his substantial erection. Muriel looked at him with some amusement. 

'It must be rather frustrating for you I know, but we don't do penetration with men I'm afraid'

'My wife rather thought that was the case', said Graham.

Muriel edged a little close to him.

'If you like though, I could do something about that stiffy you're trying to hide under the towel'

Muriel gently pulled his towel aside.

'There's a big boy now. Would you like me to toss you off? I won't be depriving your lovely wife of her early morning fuck will I? 

'I'm glad to say that I can always rise to the occasion whenever the opportunity presents itself.' 

'Jane have you got the sun-cream aerosol?'

Jane casually poked around in her beach bag and passed the cream spray to her companion then watched as Muriel first liberally sprayed Graham's cock and then used it to lubricate her hands. Graham was surprised how expert she was at handling his prick.

'How come you're so good at playing with a man's dick?'

'Oh, I used to have a husband. It was my defence mechanism, trying to get him to come early so that I wouldn't have to put up with him fucking me.'

Graham leaned back slightly on his elbows while Muriel continued her expert sexual massage.

'Is it really so abhorrent for you to have a man up your vagina?'

'I'm afraid it is. Nothing personal, you understand, but I prefer a woman's touch.'

Graham stopped talking and began to gasp with pleasure as his orgasm sprayed out semen in a parabolic arc. The first salvo landed five feet down the beach causing Jane to shriek with surprise. Subsequent ejaculations were at a shorter distance like a field gun finding its range. Muriel rubbed her hand across his body to dry it.

'There you are, feel better now?'

Graham smiled and nodded.

'That was nice, thanks.'

Emboldened by the intimacy of the occasion Graham had in inclination to indulge his curiosity. 

'So what do you two do when making love?'

'There are lots of different things just like with a heterosexual couple. Sometimes we just touch each other.'

'What, you mean finger fucking?'

'Yes that's right.'

'But couldn't a man do the same thing?'

'No, a man's too clumsy and insensitive', said Jane joining in the conversation.'

'We use strap on dildos sometimes and take it in turns to fuck each other. If we're feeling really horny we use a double dildo and wriggle about together.' 

'I'd love to watch you two making love.'

Muriel and Jane exchanged glances.

'Alright you can, tonight after dinner. Why not bring your wife and then we can watch you fucking her too.'

'That's sounds like a great idea but I'll need to talk my wife round first; she's not such an exhibitionist as I am.'

Graham got up and put on his damp shorts.

'I'd better get back, otherwise I'll miss breakfast. Thanks again, I'll see you later.'

****

After breakfast Graham suggested to Beverley that they spend the morning on the beach. She happily went along with his proposal. He packed a few essentials in a rucksack and they headed off through the woods down to the still deserted beach. They strolled along in companionable silence savouring the beauty of the lovely hot summer day. After walking for an hour they sat down to rest in the sand dunes. They were totally alone, other humans just distant dots on the horizon. 

'I'm going in for a swim; I don't think we need to worry about swimming nude here.' Beverley said.

She unfastened her light summer dress and shrugged it off. She was naked underneath. Graham looked at her standing there in all her naked glory in the sand dunes and thought for perhaps the five-hundredth time what a fortunate man he was to have such a beautiful and agreeable wife. 




The Perfect Whore Ch. 04



'Come on, get your clothes off and feel the sun on your body.'

She headed for the sea leaving Graham to chase after her when he had shed his clothes. They spent fifteen bracing minutes swimming and splashing, allowing the surging water to caress their naked bodies. They kissed and fondled each other playfully. Even in the cool water of the North Sea she occasionally felt his stiffness brushing against her. Refreshed they headed back, hand in hand, into the warm seclusion of the sand dunes. Graham lay down on the sand and watched Beverley as she sat back on her heels gently drying her body.

'I don't think paradise gets much better than this does it?'

She looked at him and smiled.

'Judging by the state of your stiff little friend I imagine you will soon be looking around for a horny goddess to fuck.'

'What do you mean, little friend? I've never had any complaints about its power to give pleasure.'

'God, you men are so obsessed with the size of your dicks! In the right frame of mind I can masturbate with my little finger and still get a very satisfactory orgasm.'

'I think you were quite impressed with John's extension.'

This was the first time that either of them had referred to John's visit. Beverley realised they were entering dangerous territory.

'John's got a beautiful body and a large cock but that doesn't make him the best lover in the world.' She wondered whether now would be a good time to confess to her infidelity with John but wisely decided against it. It had been alright for John to fuck her while Graham was watching but an entirely different matter to do so in secret. She recalled how shattered she had felt when Graham had confessed about one of his affairs. It was time to change the subject. She shifted herself over and straddled Graham's prone body.

'Well, I'm not a goddess but I'm certainly feeling horny and now I'm going to fuck you!'

They stayed lazing contentedly in the sand dunes for a couple of hours. Graham decided it was time to give Beverley an edited version of his encounter with Muriel and Jane. When he explained how he had discovered them sunbathing nude, Beverley couldn't contain her amusement.

'All that beautiful seductive naked female flesh and none of it available to you; poor frustrated man.'

He decided it would be prudent not to mention Muriel's generous hand job. Beverley wasn't in the least surprised when he told her about their discussion of lesbian sexual activities. 

'Actually', he concluded, 'they invited us to watch them making love together after dinner this evening.'

'How bizarre; naturally you want to accept their invitation.'

'Well yes, aren't you a little bit curious about lesbian lovemaking?'

'Not really, but I'd better come along to see you don't get up to any mischief.'

Graham was pleased; he had expected to have to do some coaxing.

'Good, let's invite them to have dinner with us tonight.'

****

The combined influence of the hot sun, liberal cocktails and the wine they had drunk ensured that the quartet had a relaxing and successful dinner together. It was after nine when Muriel proposed they adjourn to her bedroom where she promised them a glass of brandy. 

Theirs was one of the grandest rooms in the hotel with a four poster bed.

'My word, this looks very decadent', said Graham.

'We like to indulge ourselves when we are on holiday', Muriel replied and began pouring everyone generous slugs of brandy. Jane looked towards Beverley and Graham.

'Would one of you mind giving me a hand with the zip on the back of my dress?'

Beverley quickly volunteered her assistance to pre-empt her husband. Graham took his jacket off and watched Jane step out of her dress. She had a slight, rather boyish figure with pert small breasts, curvy hips and a cute arse that stuck out provocatively.

'Can I unfasten anything for you Beverley?'

'No thank you Graham', she said firmly, giving him an old fashioned look.

'Please don't stand on ceremony it's been a very hot day, we like to unwind and relax in the bedroom', said Muriel as she handed round the brandies. 'Cheers.'

Almost without realising what she was doing, Beverley downed her brandy with one gulp. Suddenly she felt very warm and rather faint. She sat down heavily in an armchair and watched unresisting as Graham helped Muriel to remove her skirt and blouse. She was dimly aware that Jane was now completely naked. Graham spoke to her again.

'I think we are a little overdressed for this party.'

She didn't resist any more and allowed him to remove her outer clothing then watched as he quickly stripped down to his boxer shorts. He watched in fascination as Muriel strapped on a black latex dildo; it must have been well over eight inches long. No wonder they had such little interest in a man's penis; what man could match such a gigantic device? Jane was already lying on the bed fingering her vagina to prepare herself for penetration. She looked across at Beverley and smiled.

'Come and lie by me on the bed Beverley and watch Muriel fucking me.' 

Beverley did as she was asked.

'If you take your knickers off, I can finger you if you like.'

Beverley quickly shed her bra and knickers; it was just like one of Graham's often imagined fantasies. Muriel lay on top of Jane and began to fuck her. She looked directly at Beverley.

'Have you ever been fucked by a woman Beverley?'

Beverley shook her head. The persistent probing by Jane's fingers had caused her vagina had become engorged and swollen. She knew she was loosing control.

'Would you like me to fuck you?'

'Yes alright', she said quietly.

Graham watched with mounting interest and excitement as Muriel transferred her attentions to Beverley. He too was now naked and gently fondling his erection. He stood by Jane and began to squeeze her delicious curvaceous arse. He touched her tiny breasts and whispered in her ear.

'Have you ever been fucked by a man Jane?'

Jane shook her head.

'Ooh that's exciting, you're a virgin', Graham said with a wicked grin. 'Would you like to try it? I don't mean now but sometime in the future.'

'I don't know, perhaps. I'll let you have my work phone number in the morning'

'Thanks, I think I'm going to leave you three girls to play now.'

Jane looked at his rampant erection.

'Come in the bathroom and I'll toss you off.'

A few minutes later Graham quietly stole away and spent a peaceful solitary night on his own.



The Perfect Whore Ch. 05



Chapter V: The Audition

A few days after Beverley had e-mailed her application to participate in a porn film she received an invitation to attend for an interview and audition at an address in London. While she had almost no intention of actually participating, she was curious to learn something about the porn industry and its participants. In preparation for the interview she spent the whole of the previous day in a beauty parlour having a major overhaul. At least she now looked no older than the 38 years she claimed to be.

The train journey to London took just over an hour. She travelled first class to ensure a hassle free ride. In her small holdall she carried a variety of sexy underwear and her make up bag. Her travelling clothes were deliberately loose fitting to ensure that her skin was not marked with strap and elastic indentations; she had previously decided not to wear a bra. Her dress was an easily removable wrap around with no buttons or zips. At St Pancras she took a taxi to the address in Soho. Her destination was located in a seedy side street adjacent to sex shops and strip clubs. She braced herself before pressing the intercom button outside.

Once admitted she ascended an uncarpeted staircase which gave access to an office where a rather bored receptionist was sitting. After she had identified herself she was asked to sit in an adjacent waiting room. There were already two other girls there; both young enough to be her daughters. They looked at Beverley curiously; she didn't seem to have quite the right profile for a porn film actress. Apart from anything else, she was dressed rather more elegantly and discretely than her two young companions who, like most young girls, were dressed like tarts. Barely concealed beneath their clothing Beverley could see that they had both had breast implants; huge firm melon size appendages that all women aspired to and most men apparently lusted after. Rather reassuringly, Graham actually preferred Beverley's large natural breasts and found the artificial variety comic rather than erotic. One of the young women spoke to Beverley.

'We only do girl-girl scenes. What about you?'

'Actually I suppose girl-girl scenes are about the only thing I haven't had much experience of although I wouldn't rule them out.'

'How long have you been in the porn business?'

'This is my first time', Beverley admitted.

Before they could comment on this the two young girls were summoned away. A further twenty minutes passed by and Beverley began to wonder if she should call the whole thing off. The door opened and a middle aged man looked in.

'Brenda?'

'Yes', Beverley said. She had almost forgotten the alias she had adopted.

'Come on through to my office. I'm Jimmy.' He paused to shake her hand then lead her down a short corridor to his office. He sat down at his desk and looked at her curiously; Beverley stood uncertainly in front of him; there didn't appear to be anywhere to sit down. She noticed there was a table up against the wall so she perched on the edge and crossed her legs. Jimmy consulted his file.

'So you want to be in a porn film?'

Beverley nodded.

'Why?'

'I don't know; curiosity I suppose.' 

'Come on, that's not a reason. Let me tell you why women get into porn; to help pay their university expenses; out of work straight actresses; women down on their luck in need of money; exhibitionists and nymphomaniacs. I can't quite see you in any of these categories.'

'Well I suppose I'm a bit of an exhibitionist.'

I hope your not expecting to get a great lay with some super stud; porn isn't like that, its hard work.' 

He looked at her photographs again.

'OK let's have a look at you.'

Beverley stared at him blankly.

'For Christ's sake woman, get your clothes off.'

'Oh I see. Sorry.'

Beverley stood up and slowly removed her dress then paused uncertainly.

Jimmy gestured impatiently.

'Come on, come on, this isn't a Sunday school outing.'

Beverley pulled her slip off over her head exposing her bare breasts. She began to unfasten her suspenders.

'Never mind that, just take your knickers off.'

When she had complied with his request he asked her to walk up and down and pirouette for him.

'OK Brenda, that's fine you can get dressed now.'

He made some notes in a file then waited for her to get her clothes back on.

'Well Brenda, I'll be honest with you. You're a bit old for this game but you've still got a great body with nice big tits. Real natural big tits; I like them a lot. Have you had any experience of acting?'

Beverley shook her head.

'Can you deliver a line from a script?'

'I think so', she said tentatively.

'That could be a big plus. Men like to hear posh totty talking dirty.'

Beverley was amused and flattered to be taken for 'posh totty' and wondered what her working class parents would have made of it. More to the point what would her parents have thought of a daughter who was prepared to strip naked in front of a complete stranger so that he could appraise her body for a porn film? 

'What I'd like you to do now is go to our studio downstairs for a screen test. Is that OK?'

'What do I have to do?'

'What you did just now, but hopefully with a bit more oomph, and then read some lines from a cue card.' 

Beverley followed Jimmy as he led her through the labyrinthine building down some back stairs and eventually into a large studio. The studio was divided into several film sets; a bedroom; a living room; a patio and a set containing a couch and a small table. The bedroom set was occupied by the two young women Beverley had met earlier. They were both naked and preparing to do a lesbian scene under the direction of a film camera man. Jimmy spoke to him.

'Nigel when you've finished with the two girls I want you to film Brenda stripping off and speaking some lines from the cue board. Make sure its something raunchy. Brenda, come back up and see me after the test.'

Nigel smiled at Beverley.

'Why don't you sit over there and watch while I film the two girls.' 

He broke off to speak to a young man who was clearly his assistant. 

'Harry, get Brenda a cup of coffee will you.'

The filming of the two girls took about half an hour; half an hour of writhing, moaning and fondling. Nigel now turned his attention to Beverley. 

'What have you got in that case?'

Beverley opened the case and allowed the camera man to rummage through the contents. He selected a bra, knickers and teddy and asked Beverley to put them on.

'There's a changing room over there; don't bother to put your dress back on.'

Ten minutes later Beverley made her entry into the studio feeling very self conscious indeed as she clacked across the room in her high heels and undies watched by the camera man, his assistant and the two young girls who still lay naked in the bedroom set. The camera had been set up in front of the set containing the couch and table. Nigel invited her to sit down on the couch.

'OK Brenda, this is what I want you to do. I want you to imagine that you are undressing in front of your lover; except that this time it is the camera that is your lover. You have to seduce the camera.'

Beverley nodded tentatively in agreement.

'Right, I'm going to talk you through a rehearsal. Would you like some music playing while you strip?'

'Harry put some music on; something soft and sultry like Brenda.'

He smiled at her and waited for the music to start. 

'OK smile and cross your legs; look straight at the camera; take yours teddy off; now unfasten your bra; flaunt your tits; play with them with your hands; stand up wriggle your knickers to the ground; lean back on the couch and spread your legs wide, really wide; let the camera see your cunt; now read the cue card but keep looking straight at the camera.'

'I hope you've got a big cock my cunt's aching for a fuck.' Beverley read rather unconvincingly.

'Not bad Brenda although it could be a lot better. Put your clothes back on and do it again but this time without any prompting from me.'

Twice more Nigel took her through the routine and then finally he filmed her.

'Well done Brenda, just hang on a few minutes while I prepare the tape for Jimmy to view. By the time Nigel had edited the tape Beverley had redressed in her travelling clothes. 

Back in Jimmy's office Beverley was introduced to the producer and director of the film that was to be shot the following week. The lights were turned down and Beverley's audition was projected onto a large screen at the end of the room. The three men watched in silence as the short sequence was run. It was arranged on a continuous loop and was played over and over again. Someone snapped the lights back on.

'You've got great tits Brenda; lots of girls would die for tits like yours.' It was the director speaking.

Hitherto Beverley hadn't given a lot of thought to her breasts; she was aware that Graham and John admired them but she hadn't realised what a great asset they were, at least in the porn business. The director continued.

'Look, I'm sorry I don't really think we can use you in the film; you're a bit old and your acting isn't all that great. We might be able to use you in the future; we're working on a project about young men fucking an older woman. That black guy in the photos you sent us would be great in a porn movie. Would he be interested?'

Beverley shook her head.

'With tits like hers she'd make a great fluffer.' Jimmy remarked.

'Yes you're right' said the director. He looked at Beverley expectantly.

'What do you think? Would you like to be a fluffer; it would give you a chance to see exactly how we put a film together.

'What exactly does a fluffer do?' Beverley asked.

All three men stared at Beverley in amazement.

'Jimmy you explain it we've got to go.' 

The producer and director stood up and moved towards the door. Jimmy waited until they had gone.

'You don't know what a fluffer is?'

'I'm sorry, no I don't.'

'Look, you know what happens in a porn film don't you?'

Beverley nodded. Jimmy continued.

'The guys and girls take their clothes off and fuck each others brains out.'

'Yes, I know.' Beverley said.

'No you don't, you've got no idea.' A man can't keep a hard on all day long; how many times a night can your man get it up; twice, three times? On a film set it's ten times more difficult; some times a man needs a little encouragement when his dick goes soft between takes. It's up to the fluffer to ensure that the guy arrives on set ready for action. So you flash your tits at him and play with his dick until he's hard; but what you never do is make him come or let him fuck you. If you do you'll be fired. We pay £130 pounds a day plus expenses. Do you want it?'

It took Beverley a few moments to take in the concise but graphic description of a fluffer's duties. In her reincarnation as a free spirit it didn't seem to be all that demanding a job and it would be a golden opportunity to see exactly what happens on a porn film shoot. She decided almost immediately to go ahead. Before leaving the office she was provided with a security pass and details of the location where the film was to be shot the following week

On the way home in the train Beverley pondered on how she should explain her involvement in a porn film to Graham. How would he react? She briefly considered the option of telling him nothing but knew that would be too hard to sustain, What she would be doing would appeal to his voyeuristic fantasies. He enjoyed the thought of other men lusting after her but he would certainly draw the line at allowing several anonymous men to fuck her in full colour on a porn DVD; not that she would want to anyway. 

Over the course of a quiet dinner with several glasses of wine she gradually confessed to what she had arranged. As she suspected, after Graham had overcome his initial surprise he was rather turned on by the thought of her stiffening the men's cocks for action.

'So, as you are going to be a fluffer; perhaps you ought to have a bit of practice on me', Graham suggested with a grin.

I'll do more than that Graham; as you've been so understanding I'm going to give you a very special treat. Why don't you take a shower while I get ready?'

Beverley went up to the bedroom and undressed then put on black fishnet stockings with red lace tops, a slim suspender belt and a pair of red stiletto high heeled shoes. She applied heavy make up to her eyes and lips; she looked like a high class whore in a French brothel; she knew that Graham would love it. Graham knocked on the door.

'Can I come in?'

'No you can't; go down stairs and wait, and take all your clothes off if you haven't already done so.' 

She reached into a drawer and pulled out her newly acquired vaginal vibrator which was now equipped with batteries. Taking care not to trip over her four inch stilettos, Beverley headed downstairs and made her entrance.

'Good evening sir, I'm your girl for the night ready to provide any and every pleasure you require. I am yours to command no matter how obscene or disgusting you wishes may to be.'

Beverley spread herself luxuriantly on the couch.

'Why don't you just look me over before we start; notice my fine big firm tits.'

Beverley arched back and spread her legs wide open.

'Do you like my cunt; just watch while I masturbate and make myself all juicy just for you and your big cock.'

She inserted two fingers into her vagina and rubbed gently to start her sexual juices flowing then she inserted her vibrator and switched it on 

'Come over here and put your hands on my pubis and you will be able to feel my spasms when I come.'

Graham came and sat down beside her and let his hands roam over her body while she gave his cock a carefully calibrated squeeze; not enough to make him come but just the stimulus required to increase his supply of stored up semen which would increase the pleasure of his eventual orgasm. Her vibrator was far more stimulating than a man's cock and after five minutes she began to experience beautiful deep throbbing orgasms. Had she been alone she would have savoured her orgasmic pleasure silently but knowing that Graham appreciated a bit of gasping and obscenity she duly obliged. Now she prepared to give him his very special treat. She knelt down in front of him and began to suck his cock while he fondled her breasts. In the early years of their marriage Beverley had found oral sex distasteful but now she could perform fellatio with all the skill of a high class prostitute. She had even grown to like the slightly sweet taste of his seed. Depending on his mood Graham would either ejaculate in her mouth or withdraw at the last moment and spray his cum all over her face. This time Beverley took six fierce pulses of his semen straight into her mouth; retching a little as it hit the back of her throat. She opened her mouth and looked up to show him her mouthful of glistening white semen. He pulled her to her feet and kissed her passionately with an open mouth. Beverley deftly transferred some of his sticky white fuck fluid from her mouth into his with her tongue; intensifying the pleasure of their sticky wet slippery kiss.

'Whatever did I do to deserve such a perfect whore for a wife?' he murmured.



The Perfect Whore Ch. 06



Chapter VI: On Location

The location for the film shoot was a country house in the Home Counties about two hours drive away from Beverley's home. However, as she was expected to be ready for work by 8:00 am, Beverley decided to drive down the night before and find somewhere to stay locally for the duration of the shoot. The standard expenses of £40 a day wouldn't cover the cost but she was just treating the whole thing as a slightly unusual holiday. Her first night at a local hostelry was uneventful and the following morning, wearing a fairly demure outfit and dark glasses, she presented herself at the gatehouse of the country house. The security guard carefully checked her pass against a list before waving her through. 

As she drove up the winding driveway a magnificent restored Georgian house came into few. Obviously the owners were trying to recoup some of the colossal running costs by hiring the premises out to the film company. There were already at least a dozen cars parked as well as several caravans for use as dressing rooms and for catering. There didn't appear to be anyone about so Beverley opened a side door and went into the house. Hearing voices upstairs she began to ascend a beautiful carpeted staircase; a handsome man of about twenty-five wearing a dressing gown came out of one of the bedrooms. He smiled when he saw Beverley.

'Hi, I'm Dave, am I fucking you today?'

'Sorry no, I'm not in the film; just an assistant.'

'Oh you must be the fluffer, Jimmy told me he'd hired a woman with really nice tits.' He paused and looked at her closely; Beverley realised he was mentally undressing her.

'Well, I look forward to seeing them later.'

Beverley walked on along the landing and pushed open one of the bedroom doors. Inside a camera crew was setting up to do a film sequence. A man and a woman were lounging on a bed in their dressing gowns surrounded by a group of at least five technicians. Two of them were arranging lighting while a third hung a microphone boom over the scene. Beverley recognised the film camera man from her screen test. A man sitting in the director's chair turned as she entered.

'Hello Brenda', he greeted her. 'Glad to see you decided to come. 'Brenda meet two of the stars of our film Julia and Mark. Everyone; Brenda is our fluffer on this shoot.'

The directors turned his attention back to his actors.

'Quiet everyone, this is a sound and lighting rehearsal', the assistant director shouted.

Beverley watched as the couple, still wearing their dressing gowns, went through what was the prelude to the real scene when they would engage in prolonged and varied sexual intercourse. After three rehearsals the director was satisfied.

'Ok Julia and Mark, let's move on to blocking out your moves for the sex.'

He glanced round at Brenda.

'You're a bit overdressed darling; we might all need a bit of inspiration soon. Jean, show her where the set dressing room is.'

Jean, who turned out to be the continuity girl, took her across the corridor to yet another bedroom. A woman of about thirty glanced round at them as they entered then turned her attention back to the full length mirror in which she was examining her naked body.

'Jean, who's doing body make up today?' she enquired.

'It's Bill Finch, I believe', she replied.

'Oh good, he's gay isn't he? I do so hate being touched up by those straight makeup guys', she said, addressing her remarks vaguely in Beverley's direction. 'I'm Angela Harlow as I expect you know.' 

Beverley did indeed recognise her; she was a very popular 'page three' girl and had been scandalously associated with a number of minor politicians and pop stars.

'I'm working with Dave Marshall today; do you know what he's like? Again her remark was addressed to Beverley.

'No not really, I just met him on the landing; he's about twenty-five I think.'

'Good, they need to be young to keep up with me. Who are you fucking?'

Again Beverley had to explain her role on the set.

'I don't think you'll have much to do on my set, the guys don't usually have any trouble getting a stiffy when I'm around', Angela said dimissively.

Beverley began to undress.

'What do fluffers usually wear?' she enquired of Jean.

'Nothing at all usually; just slip on a light dressing gown while you're waiting around', Jean replied before leaving her to get ready.

When she had undressed Beverley returned down the corridor to the film set. On the way she met Dave Marshall again.

'Wow, you're not just a pretty face are you; how come you're not in the film?' 

Beverley smiled but didn't bother to reply.

'Don't I get to see them?' Dave asked as she continued on along the corridor.

Beverley turned towards him and briefly opened her dressing gown.

'Nice ones!' he said.

Back on the set things had moved on since her departure. Julia and Mark were now both naked with Julia busily engaged in sucking Mark's cock. Soon, under the director's direction Mark began to fuck her; first as she lay on her back and then from behind.

'Are you ready to come Mark?' the directors enquired. 'When you are, pull out and come on Julia's face.'

The resulting ejaculation was closely filmed with Julia attempting to catch the semen in her mouth.

'Cut!'

Julia and Mark lay back temporally exhausted.

'When you'r ready I want some close ups of your cock going in and out of Julia's cunt and then some shots of you buggering her', the director instructed.

Julia stood up and strolled casually off the set.

'Can I have some water; I need to wash my mouth out.'

The director turned to Beverley.

'OK darling, come and get acquainted with Mark.'

Beverley slipped off her dressing gown and lay down naked on the set by Mark, under the watchful eye of the assembled company.

'Hi Brenda, nice to meet you', he said and offered her his hand. Beverley had never had a more incongruous handshake.

'Hello', was all she could manage by way of a response.

'What a pity you'r not in the film, I'd really like to fuck you', Mark murmured in her ear. Since Mark looked as though he was barely out of his teens Beverley took this as a distinct compliment. Already his cock was stirring into life again and after some gentle fondling by Beverley he soon had a stiff seven inches again.

'Thank you Beverley. Come on Julia, back on the set', the director shouted.

After a further hour of intense sexual activity the director called a halt for rest and recovery. Julia and Mark retired to their caravans while Beverley went down to the catering van for a coffee. Hearing the sound of voices Beverley strolled round to the back of the house where there was a conservatory containing a large swimming pool. A scene was being filmed with the two girls she had met at the audition. As she stood watching she noticed a man of at least seventy who was similarly occupied. He smiled at her and walked over.

'Hello, I haven't seen you before; are you in the film? I'm Michael by the way, the owner of this property.'

Once again Beverley explained her connection with the film.

'I think they will be finished filming here soon; you can have a swim if you like.'

The pool looked very inviting and, once the film crew had departed, she needed no second invitation to slip off her dressing gown and step naked into the water. The old man watched her for a while.

'I'll just go and find you some towels' he said.

A few moments later he returned wearing a dressing gown which he quickly removed. He was not wearing swimming trunks.

'I think I'll join you', he said before plunging into the pool. He swam vigorously up and down for several lengths and then got out of the water and began to dry himself. Beverley walked up the steps out of the pool and lay down on one of the poolside loungers. 

'One of the perks of leasing my house out for filming is that I get to ogle some very attractive women', the old man said.

Beverley smiled. Michael was extremely attractive and clearly very fit. She wondered what other favours he was granted by the film company. They lay side by side basking in the warm sunshine.

'What are you doing after work tonight?' he enquired.

'Oh I shall just go back to my hotel, have a quiet dinner then go to bed', She replied. 

'That doesn't sound very exciting; would you like to stay here with me?' he said quietly. 

'Michael'

An elderly woman on crutches hobbled into the conservatory.

'Michael there's a telephone call for you.'

The woman stared at Beverley as Michael went off to the telephone.

'I assume you are with the film company. Has my husband asked you to sleep with him yet?'

Beverley was rather disconcerted by the woman's direct question.

'Er no, I don't think so.'

You'r not a prostitute are you?'

'No I'm not', Beverley said indignantly.

'I'm so glad; I do hate it when he brings prostitutes here. But you are going to sleep with him aren't you?'

'That's rather an odd question for a wife to ask isn't it?' Beverley replied.

'Its all right, I don't mind; I am no longer capable of giving him what he needs but I don't like him using prostitutes. Are you married?'

Beverley nodded.

'Can I give you a word of advice?' Without waiting for Beverley to respond she continued, 'Always give your husband whatever wants sexually and he won't go after other women.'

'But your husband obviously wants to sleep with me. You don't mind?'

'No I don't, Michael has been very good to me over the years and as I can no longer arouse, never mind satisfy his lust, I accept that he needs other women.' 

'That's remarkably understanding of you.'

The assistant director came running round the corner.

'Beverley, we need you on the set', he said urgently.

****

Late in the afternoon after work for the day was concluded the assistant director told Beverley that the producer wanted to see her. Somewhat apprehensively Beverley walked along to his caravan. Was she going to be reprimanded for going off for a swim or, worst still, fired? 

'Brenda, I believe you have already become acquainted with the owner of this property?'

'Yes, I'm sorry, he invited me to take a swim in his pool and I'm afraid I wasn't immediately available when required.'

The producer waved her excuses aside.

'That's no problem, quite the contrary. We depend on having a good relationship with Michael; not only is he letting us use his property he's also providing the up front finance for the film.'

The producer paused, temporarily at a loss for words.

'The truth is Brenda; Michael has taken quite a shine to you, who wouldn't the way you'r built.'

He paused again.

'How would you feel about spending some time with him, he's quite a nice guy? We can easily get someone else to do the fluffing. We'll still pay you of course.'

'When you say spend some time with him you mean sleep with him don't you?' Beverley said.

'That's up to you but, yes, if that's what he wants. He'll look after you really well and this is a nice place to spend some time.'

Beverley considered her options. She'd really seen all she wanted to see of the making of pornographic films and was not particularly attracted by the idea of any more fluffing. Spending time with Michael while still being paid by the film company seemed an altogether more attractive option but definitely not something she would tell Graham about. This would have to be another of her guilty secrets, except that she didn't feel in the least bit guilty any more.

'As a matter of fact he's already asked me to stay here overnight.'

'So what are you going to do?' the producer enquired.

'I think I'll stay, but I need to go back to my hotel first to pick up some clothes and settle my bill.'

Beverley drove back to the hotel with a light heart. She had enjoyed her day so far and the evening, not to mention the night, promised to be even more unusual and exciting. 



The Perfect Whore Ch. 07



My heroine's use of a pseudonym in the previous chapter seems to have caused some confusion. My character's name is Beverley but she used the name Brenda when auditioning and subsequently taking part in the making of the porn film. I hope this clears things up. As my story continues, I must confess I haven't yet decided on the final resolution of the story. Any suggestions would be welcome and acknowledged.

Delicious Punishment

When Beverley got back to the house it was after seven. This time there was no security guard on the gate and she drove straight in and up to the front door. Michael was standing there waiting to greet her.

'Hello Brenda, I'm so glad you decided to come. You haven't eaten have you? I thought we could have supper together.'

Inside the main entrance a beautifully decorated staircase spiralled up to the first floor. Michael took her case and steered her up the stairs and along a landing that had been roped off during the day. Beverley assumed that it lead to their private quarters. Near the end of the landing Michael ushered her into a small exquisitely decorated room where a table was set for two. There was an open door leading off from the dining room. 

'If you want to freshen up there is a bathroom through there', Michael said, pointing to the open door. 

Beverley entered what turned out to be a lavishly appointed bedroom containing a four poster bed with a mirrored canopy and mirrors on the surrounding walls. On racks mounted on one wall were an assortment of whips, manacles and handcuffs. There were four life size nude oil paintings of couples engaged in various forms of sexual intercourse. Beverley noticed an exquisite fine black Janet Reger silk negligee lying on the bed. She assumed she was meant to put it on,

She walked on through to the adjacent fully mirrored bathroom which contained a Jacuzzi as well as a huge walk in bath, bigger enough for at least six people, which was already full of hot water. Beverley slipped out of her clothes and walked down the steps into the expensively scented bath water. There were stone seats to accommodate four people comfortably and perhaps six people with some intimate squashing together.

'So what do you think of my playroom?' 

Michael was standing in the doorway of the bathroom holding two glasses of champagne.

'Very decadent; I suppose you have orgies in here with the film crew and actors?'

'Actually no; by the end of filming there all shagged out. We sometimes hold auditions in here though; they can be great fun. Anyway, I'll leave you to your toilet; my butler will be serving supper in ten minutes.'

Michael turned to leave then came back.

'I strongly recommend you take one of these with your champagne.'

He held up a dark blue tablet.

'What is it?'

'Viagra!' 

After Michael had left Beverley picked up the tablet he had left in a glass beside the bath. Neither she nor Graham had ever felt the need to use Viagra but it was understandable that a man of at least seventy-five might find it helpful. Curiosity got the better of her. She popped it in her mouth and swallowed it down with a mouthful of champagne. Nothing happened; feeling rather disappointed she climbed out of the bath and dried herself before returning to the bedroom and slipping on the negligee. Her reflection in the mirrored walls confirmed that she was decorously naked. She added a g-string and stockings to her ensemble and stepped into her high heels. Returning to the dining room she frivolously wondered if Michael employed a special blind butler for these intimate occasions.

Michael turned from the window as she entered.

'Ah how absolutely delicious', he exclaimed as he settled her in a chair at the table. 'You can serve now Richards'; he instructed a man about the same age as himself who was hovering in the background. 'We're starting with caviar; its supposed to be a great aphrodisiac but I find Viagra much more reliable. Did you take your little blue pill by the way?'

Beverley nodded.

'Oh good I do really want you to enjoy yourself while I am enjoying myself.'

'Well it doesn't seem to be doing anything for me', Beverley replied.

'Give it time my dear, give it time', Michael responded.

After the butler had served the main course he discretely disappeared.

'I think we'll manage better on our own from now on; don't you agree?'

Beverley smiled in agreement.

'Shall I tell you of my plans for this evening?' Without waiting for a reply he continued. 'We're having strawberries and cream for desert, I'll wait while you have yours because I want to eat mine of your naked body. After that I'm going to manacle you to the bed before fucking you. Then perhaps I could tie you up before giving you a thrashing and afterwards buggering you. I do hope some of this excites to you Brenda?'

While Brenda was listening to Michael's description of his sexual intentions she began to feel extremely horny and realised that her blue pill was kicking in. 

'I hope you going to find the time to fuck me from behind; that really is my special favourite.'

'Anything to please a lady; just be aware that because of the effect of Viagra I will be erect for at least two hours and I intend to spend most of the that time fucking you.'

'I think I'd better get undressed; I don't want to get any strawberries and cream on this beautiful negligee of yours.'

'It's your negligee now to do whatever you like with it. Before you undress I'll just get Richards to come back and clear the table for my desert.' Beverley discretely retired to the bedroom with her strawberries and waited while the butler carried out Michael's instructions. When she heard the butler leave she undressed and returned to the dining room in her high heeled shoes. The beautiful Georgian table was now covered with a rather mundane plastic cloth. She stretched herself out full length on the table and watched as Michael undressed to reveal a rock hard seven inch cock. He picked up a jug of cream from the side board and began to pour it liberally over her breasts and vagina before standing back to admire his handiwork. 

'Now for my desert', he murmured and began to lick the cream of her breasts before moving down to her vagina. When he had completed his desert he dragged her down to one end of the table, lifted her legs onto his shoulders and eased his prick into her cunt. He began to fuck her and continued to do so with evident pleasure for at least twenty minutes giving Beverley the most ecstatic orgasms. When he finally withdrew Beverley was surprised to see that he was still erect. 

'Let's go into my sexual playroom' Michael suggested. 'But first perhaps first we should take a bath.' 

He took her hand and led her back into the bathroom; this time he joined her in the pool and began intimately fondling the cream off her body. High up in the corner of the bathroom video cameras recorded their activities. Beverley felt no desire for conversation and just allowed Michael to treat her as his sexual slave. Back in the bedroom he manacled her arm and legs to the bed posts so that she was spread-eagled with her legs wide open. Again he paused to savour the seductive sight before climbing on top of her. This time he fucked her steadily for half an hour; Beverley began to scream and shout with ecstatic pleasure, a pleasure enhanced by the Viagra tablet she had taken earlier. Even now his erection showed no sign of slackening. Everything was being recorded by video cameras mounted in the four poster canopy.

'What shall I do with you now?' he pondered aloud. 'Have you ever been soundly beaten?' he enquired.

Beverley shook her head; all other movement being impossible because of her manacles. Michael unlocked her chains and pulled her to her feet then ordered her to lie across a large leather gym vaulting horse supported at each corner with a wooden leg. He tied her arms and legs securely to the legs so that she was once more immobile. Beverley watched as he selected a leather cane from the rack and wished it through the air. She shivered with a mixture of fear and urgent sexual desire. Michael began to beat her across the buttocks, gently at first but with ever increasing intensity. She began to scream and squirm around; she found the rough texture of the leather rubbing against her vagina very stimulating. As the intensity of the thrashing increased until she thought she could bear it no longer, she began to have the most intense orgasms she had ever experience. Now she was screaming with sexual pleasure. Finally he stopped.

'You're going to have a very sore backside in the morning my dear but for now I'm going to distract you by buggering you then fucking you. Michael walked over to a cabinet and got out a jar of lubricant gel and began rubbing it on his ever erect penis. Beverley was glad that his cock was smaller than John's as he penetrated her anus. After twenty minutes he withdrew and immediately entered her cunt and began fucking her for the third time. Once again Beverley experienced half an hour of the most exquisite pleasure. Finally Michael untied her and helped gently to the bed.

'I would recommend that you lie face down; you will find it far too painful to lie on your backside. I'll get my doctor to come in and treat your wealds in the morning. If you want to see what you look like, just replay the video.' He kissed her gently on the cheek. 'Good night my dear, thank you for a delightful evening; I'll leave you to rest now. In the morning when you want breakfast, just pick up the phone; Richards will bring you whatever you require.'

When she was finally alone Beverley climbed painfully off the bed and went in to the bathroom where she was able to view her red raw backside in the multiple mirrors. Gingerly she prodded one of the vivid read wealds and immediately regretted it; it was extremely sore. She wondered how on earth she was going to explain the state of her bum to Graham and immediately she realised it would be impossible. Very well, she wouldn't go home, she'd take a short holiday instead to allow time for her wounds to heal 

****

After a restless rather painful night she woke early the following morning. While she waited for the water to boil for coffee she examined her rear end in the mirror again. It looked worse than ever, rather like a raw stake in fact; except that the red wealds were now accompanied by black bruises. She picked up the telephone and dialled 'O'. Immediately a voice answered. 

'Good morning madam, Richards here, what can I do for you?'

'I'd like some breakfast please'

'Certainly madam, what would you like?'

Beverley ordered fruit juice, serial and toast with a pot of coffee. While she waited she donned a less revealing dressing gown than the one she had worn the previous evening. Soon there was a knock on the door and Richards entered with a food laden trolley.

'Would you like your breakfast here or next door madam?' 

'I'll take it in here please', she replied.

As Richards was about to leave he spoke to Beverley again.

'The master has asked me to inform you that the doctor will be coming to see you at 11:00 am and he asked me to give you this letter as he is otherwise engaged today and will be unable to see you.'

After the butler had gone Beverley tore open the envelope. Inside she found £500 in cash and a note from Michael. 

Dear Brenda thank you for a wonderful evening; if you ever want to do it again please get in touch. Are you free in November? I usually go to my villa in Tenerife then. Would you like to come with me, all expenses paid? You could bring your husband, just so long as he doesn't mind me fucking you. I'm sure we could find him a girlfriend in Tenerife. Think about it.

Michael

The money and the invitation were both a surprise; yet another tricky situation for her to manage. She wondered what Graham's reaction would be. He had been quite happy to watch John fucking her but how would he react to her sleeping with a man of seventy-fife while he was in the next room. But all that was for the future; right now the priority was getting her backside healed so that Graham wouldn't suspect what she had been up to. 

Beverley was glad when promptly at 11:00 am the doctor duly arrived. He examined her swollen buttocks without comment; presumably this was quite a regular occurrence with Michael's lady friends. He rubbed some salve into her buttocks and gave her a pain killing injection which, he explained, would enable her to sit without discomfort for a few hours. Beverley was anxious to know how long the wealds on her backside would take to disappear and was reassured when the doctor told her it would take about two weeks. He now turned his attention to an examination of her anus and vagina and after a little gentle probing he gave her appropriate unguents to soothe away the excesses of the previous night. Before he left he also gave her some pain killing tablets to take when the effects of the injection had worn off.

Beverley wondered what her course of action should be now. Was she required back on the porn shoot? She rather hoped not, she would find it very hard to take an interest with the current state of her backside not to mention her sore anus and vagina. When would Michael be coming back, was she expected to wait for him? His letter rather implied not. 

She packed her overnight bag and walked back down the corridor. This time she had to step over the rope barrier which had been replaced. Down one of the other corridors she could hear sounds of activity on the porn shoot. She looked into various rooms were various forms of fornication were in full swing. How differently she felt this morning. Last night, whilst under the stimulus of the Viagra she would have willing allowed the entire cast to fuck her; such had been the raised state of her libido. A voice spoke quietly in her ear.

'Brenda, the producer would like a word with you', it was Jean the continuity girl.

The producer was all smiles when Beverley entered the caravan office.

'Hi Brenda, you must have made Michael very happy he's agreed to let us use his villa in Tenerife for our next film. We don't need you here any more but we are paying you for the whole week; five days at £130 per day plus £40 a day expenses; a total of £850. Is that OK?'

Beverley beamed with delight. 

'It certainly is; thank you very much.'

Beverley turned to go but the producer called her back.

'There is just one other thing Brenda.' 

He paused Beverley wondered what was coming. She already knew there was no such thing as a free lunch.

'I expect you know that Michael keeps a very extensive video record of his sexual activities including your time together last night. How would you feel about the highlights of your night together being edited and offered for sale?'

Beverley stared at him in astonishment.

'Well you did apply to take part in a porn film.'

'I know but'

'But what? We discovered during the audition that you are a lousy actress but you gave a first class performance last night. You'd be paid a very substantial fee of course.'

'But I thought last night was private.'

So it was, but you were aware he was videoing you?' 

Beverley nodded.

'Look there's no need to decide now, wait until you've seen the edited version, agreed?'

Reluctantly, Beverley nodded again.

'OK Brenda, I'll post it to you in about three week's time.



The Perfect Whore Ch. 08







The Perfect Whore Ch. 09



Chapter IX Rest Cure

After a ten day sojourn at the Health Farm Beverley could now sit without discomfort and her backside was no longer black and blue. She had discovered her temporary haven by searching through the Yellow Pages and making a number of telephone calls. It was located in the Home Counties and sufficiently far from her home to guarantee total anonymity. It was also extremely expensive but very discrete. She was not unduly concerned about the cost because of the substantial sum of money she had earned at the porn film location with the expectation of an even larger sum of money if she agreed to her sexual exploits with Michael being marketed.

She recalled the doctor's remarks when he had first inspected her flagellated anatomy.

'My my, someone's been a very naughty girl hasn't she.'

'I'm well aware of my condition I am more concerned with how long the marks will take to disappear.' Beverley had replied rather tartly.

But now Beverley was relaxed and well on the way to complete rejuvenation. There were about a dozen other guests and a rather larger number of staff catering to their every need. Her days began with a leisurely breakfast which she usually took in her room. This was followed by a full body massage from Mark; the only downside being that Mark was so clearly quite unmoved by her naked body that he must be gay. Later in the morning she would take a swim in the indoor pool. 

Usually she had the pool to herself but today she was mildly irritated to discover two other male guests sitting beside the pool. This presented her with a problem. She had neglected to put on a swimming costume as she normally swam naked. The doctor had advised her to expose her skin as much as possible to hasten her recovery. It was very tiresome; she would have to return to her room to get her costume. As she turned round to go, one of the men spoke to her. 

'Please don't leave on account of us.'

Beverley paused and retraced her steps.

'The problem is I've forgotten to bring my bathing costume, I don't usually bother to wear one if the pool's empty.' 

'Well that's alright by us; it sounds like a good idea; please go ahead.'

'Well, if you're sure you don't mind.'

Beverley slipped off her bathrobe and walked down the steps into the pool under the appreciative gaze of the other visitors. As she swam down the pool she heard two distinct splashes and realised the two men had joined her in the pool. When she reached the end of the pool she stood up so that her breasts were once more exposed to view and bobbing delightfully on the surface of the pool. She watched as the two men swam down the pool towards her and then stopped on either side of her. They introduced themselves.

'Hello, I'm Fred and this is my brother George.'

'Hello, I'm Beverley', she replied and noticed that neither of the brothers was wearing swimming trunks. As she looked down into the swirling water she could also discern that both of them had substantial erections. 

'Well this is certainly a very stimulating way to start the day isn't it Fred?' George said. 

'It certainly is' his brother responded. 

'We'll all be asked to leave if we aren't careful', Beverley said as she started to swim back down the pool.

She paused again when she reached the deep end of the pool' supporting herself on the hand rail. She had been totally celibate since her arrival at the health farm, being more concerned to ensure that all the evidence of her night with Michael was erased. But now she was beginning to feel horny again and the sight of two stiff cocks further stimulated her desire for sex. The three of them rested at the deep end hanging onto the bar. The two men moved closer to her now so that their cocks brushed gently against her thighs. 

'What are your plans for the rest of the morning?' George asked, as he gently fondled her breasts.

'I haven't really got any', Beverley replied. She allowed her hand to brush against his cock.

'Then perhaps you'd like to join us for coffee and brandy in our suite?' Fred suggested, gently tweaking her vaginal orifice.

'Yes that's fine by me', Beverley said 'but I'd like a bit more exercise first.'

'Well don't tire yourself out, we had in mind a few sexual exercises after the brandy', Fred said with a smile. 

The two men hoisted themselves out of the pool and sat with their feet dangling in the water and their rampant cocks pointing stiffly upwards at forty-five degrees. Beverley completed several more leisurely laps of the pool before getting out at the shallow end. This enabled her to walk the full length of the pool under, the lustful gaze of her two companions, before standing naked under the poolside shower. As she dried herself she watched as the two rampant men followed suit. 

'You'll have to give me twenty minutes while I fix my hair and glam myself up a bit', Beverley said as she returned to her room.

'We're in suite five', George called after her. 

Half an hour later she knocked on the door of the men's suite. She had changed into a short dry dressing gown which covered some very indiscrete lingerie.. The two men were still wearing their bathrobes as the brandies were handed out. 

'Well, here's to us', Beverley said, as she downed her brandy in one gulp then quickly sank into a chair as the alcoholic charge suffused her body. She felt totally relaxed and at ease. She casually let her gown fall open to reveal her miniscule underwear. If anyone had told her three months ago that she would happily enter a bedroom with two complete strangers with the firm intention of allowing either or both of them to fuck her she would have been astonished. 

'That's what I would call a very fuckable lady', George said.

'Very fuckable indeed!', Fred responded.

Both men casually removed their dressing gowns to reveal firm hard cocks. Beverley stood up and slipped off her gown and let it fall to the floor George sat down on the end of the bed.

'Why don't you come and suck me off while Fred fucks you', George suggested. 

Beverley removed her knickers before bending forward to take George's huge weapon in her mouth. Fred came up behind her and gently probed her cunt with his fingers ensuring she was instantly wet and juicy. Gently, Fred entered her from behind and she felt his long cock slowly penetrate deep inside her. While George and Fred engaged in an obscene dialogue concerning the merits of her body, Beverley was gagged by a mouthful of cock. She felt Fred come first followed by George's fierce ejaculation of his copious fluid into her mouth. The brothers disengaged themselves while Beverley flopped down on the bed.

'Do you guys do everything together?' she enquired through lips glistening with semen.

George glanced at Fred.

'I suppose we do really. After all we are identical twins.'

For the first time Beverley looked at them closely. They were indeed identical. It was uncanny. They were both becoming sexually aroused again and Beverley could see that even their cocks were identical. Fred noticed her staring at their erect members.

'We're both 190mm long, a fraction under seven-and-a-half inches if you prefer imperial measure', Fred said with a grin. 'OK George, shall we change places?'

George stood in front of her at the foot of the bed where she lay before picking up her legs and spreading them wide and high. He pushed his cock into her cunt and began to fuck her while Fred sat astride her face and pushed his cock into her mouth. Once more Beverley was speechless while the two brothers pleasured themselves. Five minutes later she was presented with another mouthful of semen while George came in her cunt.

Beverley lay back casually on the bed with Fred and George on either side of her. She must have dozed off for a few minutes until she was disturbed by George who was now sitting astride her with his erect member between her breasts. He began to squeeze her breasts and then pulled them closer together so that he could rub his cock between them. She watched as he came to a climax and discharged himself all over her breasts. Inevitably Fred followed suit with an equally powerful discharge. By now Beverley had a substantial quantity of semen in her cunt and mouth as well as all over her breasts. 

'OK you guys, I think that ends today's sexual exercises, I need to take a bath', she said and headed into the bathroom. 

****

That evening, when Beverley came down to dinner, she was intercepted by her amorous friends who invited her to dine with them. The occasion went well, fuelled by pre-dinner cocktails and wine with the meal. Afterwards the three of them retired to the lounge for coffee and liqueurs. There was plenty of casual chat but Beverley soon detected that her two companions were trying to discover the details of her private life. Eventually she became exasperated.

'Look my private life is my own affair and is off limits as far as you two guys are concerned. We had some fun this morning and that is the end of the matter; so back off or I'm leaving.' 

'I'm sorry Beverley, it's just that we have a proposition to put to you and we we're not sure what constraints there are on your life', George responded.

'Constraints?', Beverley queried. 'I'm a reasonably free agent at the moment, I'm glad to say. Why do you ask? If you are expecting a repeat of this morning's performance, forget it.'

George glanced at his brother before continuing.

'No it's not that; my brother and I are involved in a business deal with a guy from Saudi Arabia. He's coming to London next week to complete the deal and we want to keep him sweet.' He paused. 

'I think I can see where this conversation is leading', Beverley interjected, 'and the answer is no. I'm not a prostitute'

'We know you're not a prostitute', Fred interrupted, 'that's the whole point. This guy doesn't want a prostitute, he wants something more personal, he wants my wife. The only problem is I haven't got a wife neither has George'

'So you want me to pretend to be your wife?' Beverley asked in amazement.

'That's right. We want you to have dinner with the three of us and, if he likes you, spend the night with him. Before you turn it down again you ought to know that we'll pay you £1000 whether or not he wants to go to bed with you and a further £1000 if the deal goes through.'

Beverley said nothing for a few moments then asked,

'What's this guy like? I'm not prepared to do anything kinky. No chastisement, no bondage and definitely no buggery.'

'Like I say', Fred continued, 'the guy will think you are my wife and he will treat you with some respect. In return George and I will be offered two of his wives. I can't guarantee it, but I expect he will give you a very generous gift.'

Beverley sat back in her chair and looked closely at her companions. There was absolutely no doubt that the idea appealed to her. In the few short weeks since her threesome with John and Graham she had acquired a definite taste for extra-marital sex. She crossed her legs displaying her elegant thighs and experienced a frisson of pleasure as she observed the lust that was instantly awakened in the two men.

'Alright I'll do it. I'm checking out of here this week anyway so a day in London next week is fine. There's one other thing, I want to be paid in cash before I attend your dinner.'

'That's no problem; you can have the final payment in cash as well if you want to. Oh, and by the way, Arabian men don't like to see pubic hair on their women so give yourself a close shave. ' 

Beverley spent the rest of the week making sure she was in good shape for her Arabian adventure before driving up to London with George and Fred the following Monday. She had already telephoned a disappointed Graham and informed him of a further delay to her return. Beverley reflected that it seemed to be getting easier to lie, or at least, to be economical with the truth; and she felt no sense of guilt whatsoever about her promiscuous activities.

During the journey she sat in the back of the car with George while Fred did the driving. It wasn't long before George began to make amorous advances; sliding his hand up between her legs and sticking his fingers in her cunt.

'Fred, you should know that your brother is doing indecent things to your wife', Beverley said playfully. She wasn't really in the mood for sex but she unzipped George's trousers, pulled out his prick.

'Actually, all I was doing was checking that she'd shaved her cunt and, by the way, Fred, you should know your wife is doing indecent things to your brother' George countered and gasped with pleasure as Beverley quickly tossed him off; taking care to avoid any fallout on her clothing. 

'I wish you two would behave, we've got important business to attend to in London and don't forget we've got to be in good shape to give two of our client's wives a good shagging this evening.'

'How many wives has he got?' Beverley asked curiously.

'I'm not sure', Fred responded, 'but he's only brought two with him to London.'

'So how is this going to be organised?' she continued. 'Has he got three separate bedrooms?'

'Oh no, nothing like that, he's got a very grand suite with a very large open plan bedroom with several large beds not to mention other devices to assist in shagging his women.'

It began to dawn on Beverley that she would be taking part in a orgy; a prospect that she found rather exciting. She remembered how much she had enjoyed it when Graham and John and she had been naked together. Now she was going to be naked with five complete strangers. 

Once in London and armed with £1000 in cash Beverley went off shopping for some glamorous sexy clothes leaving the brothers to their business meeting. They arranged to meet in the hotel bar for pre-dinner drinks at seven.