17 comments/ 148001 views/ 78 favorites Maggie Becomes My Whore Ch. 01 By: ProfessorM AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a true story about an event that occurred around 2008. Just a few details and names have been changed to protect everyone's anonymity. ---- Ch. 1: Maggie and her Boss I met my wife, Maggie, while I was in graduate school. I was her TA for a class and it was hard not to notice her right away. With long blond hair, intelligent green eyes, and an underwear model's athletic but curvy frame, she immediately stood out from the crowd. A lot of people talk a big game about banging their students, and it definitely happens on every campus, but I was more cautious. Getting caught means getting kicked out and, possibly, ending your career before it starts, so I usually just pushed those thoughts aside and tried to be as professional as a red-blooded heterosexual male can be while staring at 19-year old tits and ass all day long. My wife had other plans. She told me later she was immediately attracted to me. I'm a decent looking, intelligent guy who likes to work out. I'm not built like a Greek god but I get my share of attention. It helped her plan that she was a real go-getter and was always interested in talking about the class. The guys who I shared an office with loved being around when she popped in to talk about the latest reading, usually dressed in something sexy that showed off her fantastic body. Over the course of the term I discovered that she was very intelligent, highly motivated, 12 years younger than me, and a "good girl" from a nice family. When the term was over and my grades were submitted, she surprised me by asking me out. When Maggie showed up at my door, I was blown away. She had always looked good in class but the skin-tight mini dress she chose for our first date didn't leave much to the imagination. At 5'11", her legs were really long and sexy, and I could tell through the thin, tight dress that her stomach was not just flat but well-toned, which is an incredible turn on for me. Her tits were perfect for her frame, shapely B-cups, and her ass looked amazing in the thin material of the dress. "You look great!" I told her, like an idiot. "Thanks," she laughed and gave me a hug. It was the first time we had touched, and I tried not to get hard while I felt her press against me as I held her toned waist. Maggie didn't seem to want the date to end and after dinner and the play, we went to coffee, then sat in my truck and talked late into the night. Finally I kissed her goodnight and she melted into me. I had never been kissed with so much pure desire; she kissed me like she might never see me again after the night ended. My hands roamed her body, over her tits, down to feel her flat, tight stomach and waist, and finally to her thighs, which spread for my hand. She moaned around my tongue in her mouth as my finger worked past her thong and gently spread her pussy lips. I couldn't believe how wet she was and how tight her pussy felt around my fingers. "Do you want to come inside?" I asked her. She just nodded and bit her lip. When I got her in the door, she attacked me, grabbing the back of my head while she kissed me, sucking my tongue and moaning while my hands explored her body. I hiked up her dress and felt her ass in my hands for the first time, spreading her cheeks apart while dropping one hand down to feel her pussy. She moaned and I turned her around so I could look at her ass in her thong while I finger fucked her from behind. My cock was hard as a rock and ready and to explode. I couldn't believe I had this tight little 19-year old ass in front of me. I knelt down and ate her pussy from behind, pulling her thong aside and spreading her perfect ass apart while she bent forward, her hands on a bookcase. She tasted incredible as I ran my tongue up and down her drooling lips and circled her little clit. Just as an experiment, I slapped her on the ass. Not too hard, but hard enough to get her attention. "Oh God!" she exclaimed. Her voice was choked and wavering, and her thighs were wet and shaking as she spread her legs farther apart for me. I stood up and unzipped her dress, leaving her standing there in her heels and thong, legs spread, up against a book case in my little apartment. She hadn't made a move to take off my pants, so I unzipped them now and my erect cock sprang up as my pants and boxers dropped to the floor. She reached behind her to feel my cock and let out a little appreciative gasp. I'm not porn-star huge, but at a full 8 inches I know I'm bigger than the average bear and thicker, too. She turned around to look into my eyes while she stroked my cock, her lips parted and wet. I lined up behind her and fumbled for the condom I had taken from my pocket a few seconds before. "Wait! Wait..." she said. "What is it? Are you okay?" I asked. "I just... I don't want to be a cliché, you know?" I laughed, "You mean like fucking your TA?" She laughed, too. "No, I mean, like, it's our first date. You know... Maybe we can just slow down." I tried to be rational even as I was rubbing the tip of my cock on her soaking wet pussy. "Yeah, that's okay," I said. "There's lots of other things we can do." She turned around and stroked my cock while we kissed. I bent to suck each of her nipples and she groaned and ran her fingers through my hair. "Just out of curiosity," I said quietly, "How many people have you been with?" She wavered a moment. "Well, technically, none. I've had a few boyfriends and we've fooled around, but never intercourse. How about you?" I hesitated, then decided to be honest. "Quite a few, I guess. But I've had checkups and blood tests, though, so you should feel safe. I know I'm clean. But it's been awhile since I've been with anyone." "Well," she said in a low voice, almost like a purr, "You'll have to teach me what I need to know..." My balls were ready to explode. I took her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She rolled me over and slowly licked and sucked my cock. "Your cock tastes so fucking good," she moaned. She couldn't get more than half into her mouth, so I told her to pump it while she sucked the tip. Her mouth looked beautiful with a thick cock in it. "Just tell me what you want, I'll do anything you tell me to do," she gasped. I groaned, feeling her wet mouth, imagining what it was going to be like to take her virgin pussy if I got the chance. That sent me over the edge, and I erupted in her mouth, shooting a thick stream down her throat. She made a surprised sound and pulled her mouth off of me, rubbing my spurting cock on her chin and cheeks, looking up at me with lustful green eyes while my come covered half her face. Maggie wasn't kidding around. She loved authority figures, and it turned her on that I had been her TA and that I was older. She was a willing student for any sexual need I could think of. I didn't have a fetish for virgins, but it definitely turned me on to have a chance to corrupt this good girl and turn her into my little slut, especially because she seemed to love every minute of it. She couldn't get enough of my big dick, and once we started having sex she had to have it every day. I downloaded porn movies that we watched together while we fucked or she sucked me off, and I sent her emails with nasty pictures attached that I found online. She was really turned on by pornography and she especially loved anything with a DP, a woman sucking two cocks, or gang bangs. She wasn't very bi-curious, but she loved cock, and it turned her on to imagine getting fucked by more than one guy at the same time. We dated for two years and got married after graduation. I got a job at a college in a small town and we continued to explore our fantasies together. Most of the women in the area who weren't college girls were a little older and "schlubby" so Maggie really stuck out around town. At work in the office where she landed a job she was like a beautiful creature from another world. We made frequent trips to a larger nearby city and with our new salaries we bought her lots of sexy clothes for work. Even though she was the associate director of her department, she liked to dress the part of a sexy secretary, with silk button down blouses, tight pencil skirts, and stockings and heels. With her push up bra and garters underneath, she looked sexy as hell and attracted a lot of attention at the office. Maggie and I continued to fantasize about what it would be like for her to be DP'd or gang-banged, and she loved the idea of becoming a total slut. We often watched porn together about office sluts who fucked men or groups of men at work. I loved how turned on her fantasies made her, and I wondered if she'd be willing to take the next step if the opportunity ever presented itself. One night, about a year later, Maggie was sucking my cock on the couch when she pulled it out of her mouth and said, "I think there are a few guys at work who want to fuck me." How could I be surprised? But I was intrigued by where this might be going, so I replied, "Oh really? Like who?" She stroked my cock and bobbed her head up and down on the tip briefly. "Randy and Alan," she sighed, before taking me deep into her mouth. I breathed out, getting more turned on. Randy, whose wife treated him like shit in front of everyone, was her immediate boss and the director of her department. Alan was the company president who was known for making inappropriate comments that were always just short of sexual harassment. Both men must have been in their late 30's and they probably loved having a nubile 22-year-old strutting around the office in heels and a silk blouse. Given how much my wife liked older men and authority figures, I guess it made sense. I watched my wife's perfect mouth move up and down my shaft before asking, "How do you know?" "Well, I just know," she said, stroking my cock while she answered. "I always catch Alan looking at my tits, and he takes any opportunity he can to touch my arm or my back. He makes a lot of sexual comments when there aren't other people around, I think just to see how I will react. And I always catch Randy looking at my tits. He's not as forward as Alan is about it, but I just get a vibe off of him. Besides, with his wife, I'm sure he's horny as fuck." "Ugh..." Her mouth was back on my cock. "What do you want to do about it?" Maggie moaned around my cock before pulling it out. She looked up at me with her green eyes and heavy lids, rubbing my cock on her red lips. She looked like sex incarnate. "What do think I could do? Randy has to make a trip to [X] in a few weeks for a presentation. It's just a few hours away, but he's going to spend the night. I'm sure he could use my help..." I thought about it for a minute, as much as a person can think about this sort of thing with a beautiful woman's lips wrapped around his cock. I certainly wasn't jealous. I've had my share of wild sexual experiences and was pretty open-minded. Randy was married with three kids, so he was probably a safe bet. Alan was also married with kids. He was an aggressive flirt, but it was hard to say how much action a guy that busy could get on the side. I was the first and only guy Maggie had ever fucked, and I liked the idea of her getting to explore her sexuality a little. Who knows where that could lead? Besides, the thought of my sweet, sexy wife being the company bitch was starting to turn me on. "We have to lay some ground rules," I said. "I don't want to move too fast. For right now, only blowjobs. And not only when he or they want it, but we get to decide and be in control of when and how this stuff goes down." "Oh God! Okay, that sounds good." She moved her mouth up and down my thick shaft again. Her red lips were swollen, looking more bee-stung than usual. "I really want to be my boss's bitch, baby," she said quietly, while catching her breath. I pushed her head back down on my cock in reply, grabbing a handful of hair and pumping her face up and down. He mouth made obscene sucking noises on my cock as her left hand massaged my balls. She strained to take me as deep as possible. "Oh Jeeesuuuuuus!" I yelled, exploding in her mouth while she swallowed every drop. Over the next few weeks, Maggie worked on Randy pretty hard. She unbuttoned an extra button in meetings with him, leaning in so he could get a good look at her tits. She always wore a sexy push up and tried to give him a good view of her cleavage any chance she had. She tried to stand and sit closer to him when she could, and on my advice tried to be as flirty as possible, touching his arm or knee when she could get away with it. She was sympathetic about his issues with his wife, and he even remarked to her about how little sex he got. When she volunteered to go help with the presentation, he gratefully accepted her offer. The morning they left I helped Maggie pick out a little cardigan sweater that could cover her cleavage or her midriff, but not both, and a tight pencil skirt. Underneath she was wearing every man's wet dream: a black lace push up, thong, garter belt, and black stockings. She messaged me that morning from the office. "I think things are a go. When he saw me this morning he just shook his head and said I looked fantastic. I said, 'Can you handle it?' and he just said I might need to go home and change." "Sounds like you made a good impression. Keep me posted on what goes down," I messaged back. "Good luck!" A few hours later toward evening, I got another message: "Arrived at the hotel. We're checked in and going to go grab some dinner. His room is across the hall..." The next few hours I tried to wait patiently but my head was spinning imagining what their conversation was like at dinner. It must have been pretty good, because I got another text: "He's down with everything. I'm heading next door to be my boss's little cocksucking whore." A little while later my phone rang. Maggie seemed flushed and out of breath. "So, what happened?" I asked. "Well, the whole time on the drive I could tell he was having a hard time because he kept looking over at me. I had the cardigan pulled down pretty low, so he could probably see the lace in the bra, and my skirt was bunched up a little in car, so he was really getting an eyeful. I even tried to spread my legs a little bit, but I didn't want to take it too far. "We checked in and went to dinner. He kept prodding me, saying that I must have been pretty wild in college, which of course I wasn't, but all I said was, 'Oh, I had my fun.' "Then I told him that we still liked to have fun, and that I had noticed that he didn't seem to be having any lately, and maybe I could do something about that for him if he was willing to do things our way. I think he almost choked on his beer. He said he'd be interested to hear more, so he paid and we left." My cock was rock hard at this point, and I pulled it out and started stroking it. "When we got to the hotel, I messaged you and then went to his room. We laid down on the bed and he asked what I had in mind, but he didn't really wait for my answer because he reached over and started playing with my tits through the sweater." "Did that feel good, baby, having your boss play with your tits in his hotel room?" I interrupted. "Oh God, yes!" I could tell suddenly that she was also masturbating, playing with her pussy while she told me the story. "It made me feel like such a slut! He rubbed them while we talked, and reached into my sweater and pinched my nipples. It was really fucking hot. I couldn't help it baby, I reached down and started feeling his cock through his pants. I told him I would only suck him, and that you would know everything and have a say in what went down." "Was he cool with that?" I asked. "Yeah, he just nodded and pushed me onto my back and started rubbing my pussy. He was really excited when he saw the garter belt. He pulled my thong to one side and started playing with my pussy, then started finger fucking me really hard. I mean, really hard, with two and then with three fingers, like he was fucking me with his cock. He kept telling me how tight my pussy felt and worked his fingers deep, fast and hard, then slow. "I got really wet and my pussy sounded so nasty and sloppy. I was playing with my tits with one hand and with the other I kept feeling his cock through his pants. Then all of the sudden out of the blue I came on his fingers really hard. When he pulled his hand away it was completely wet. Am I a bad slut for getting finger fucked by my boss?" "Yeah, that's pretty fucking nasty, honey. But something tells me there's more." "Yeah, well, when I came back down to Earth, I told him to get up and sit in the chair. I got up and stripped for him, really slow, until I was standing there in my little outfit, with the heels and everything. I turned around a little and showed him the whole thing and told him I had worn it just for him. I could tell he was insanely turned on. "I slowly got down on my knees in front of him and pulled his pants off. His cock wasn't that big, unfortunately, but it was really fucking hard. I could fit the whole thing in my mouth. "So I sucked him hard, looking up at him the whole time, trying to make sure he could see how bad of a whore I wanted to be for him. I tried to make as many nasty sucking sounds as I could. He wanted me to slow down because he didn't want to come yet, but I told him that you had trained me to suck cock for a long time, and I would just suck him off again. "He seemed a little nervous, so I reached up and took his hands and put them on the back of my head so he could really fuck my mouth. That's when he came the first time. There was so much of it honey. I couldn't swallow it all. It dripped down my chin and all over my tits. I wiped my mouth off, then I kept playing with his cock and he got hard again after a little while. "This time he grabbed the back of my head right away on his own and fucked my mouth for like twenty minutes. It was crazy. He's not as big as you, so I had his whole cock in my mouth. It was hitting the back of my throat while my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I wasn't quite gagging on it but pretty close. I tried to look up at him when I could, and I tried reaching down to play with my pussy and slap my own ass a few times, too. It was so dirty. "He was fucking my mouth so hard that eventually I just held onto his legs and let him take my mouth. My pussy was so wet it was dripping down my thighs. He kept telling me what a whore I was, and how I was going to be his little cocksucker at the office. Then he came again, probably even more than before. This time I pulled it out and let him shoot it onto my face and tits. Oh God, baaaaabbbbbyyyyyyyyyyy..." She was totally turned on now, masturbating and telling me her story, and suddenly exploded. I came too, hearing her so turned on, and shot a huge load into my hand. After we had calmed down a little and cleaned up, we talked about it a little more before calling it a night. We basically agreed on one thing: As long as Randy was respectful of our marriage and followed our lead, and as long as I knew everything that went down, we could see where this would go. Both one of us could veto anything at any time, and if one of us decided to call it quits, then that was it. The next day, it was getting late as they drove back when I got a message on my phone: "About 15 minutes away. Turn off the lights and wait by the laundry window." My heart was pounding but I did what she said. I waited by the little laundry room window, where I had a great view of the driveway close to the house. In a few minutes, I saw Randy's truck pull up, maybe no more than 20 feet from the window. Maggie and Randy talked for a little bit. She was wearing another cute outfit: a plunging top that really showed off her cleavage and a pair of tight pants. Maggie Becomes My Whore Ch. 01 She said something to him then looked up at the dark window, where I was standing, but I was pretty sure no one could see in with the lights off. I saw him shift in his seat and I realized that he was pulling his pants down and unbuttoning his jeans. My wife looked up at the dark window again before lowering her head. Randy sighed and leaned his head back in the seat of the truck. Automatically he put one hand on the back of her head, which I could see bob up and down slowly in his lap through the window. Once or twice he looked around to make sure the neighbors weren't watching, but otherwise he watched her suck his dick, reaching under her shirt for her tits, or laid his head back enjoying her skills. Occasionally, Maggie would pull her mouth off his cock to say something to him and they would smile at one another. Then she went back to work on his cock. After about 15 minutes, her head started to bob faster and Randy tensed, and suddenly I could tell he was exploding in her mouth. Maggie continued to suck his cock slowly, obviously relishing being her boss's whore, cleaning him up to send home to his shrew of a wife. Then she smiled at him again, wiped her mouth a little bit, grabbed her things, and hopped out of truck. "See you tomorrow! I'll meet you in the conference room first thing," I heard her say as she waved goodbye. Maggie came inside. "Well," she asked, "Did you enjoy the show?" In reply I grabbed her and hauled her ass into the bedroom, pushing her down on her knees and pulling out my thick cock. "Oh yeah, I've been waiting for this," she sighed. She looked up at me with her beautiful green eyes, her boss's come still on the corners of her mouth, her tits practically jumping out of her top. Without any hesitation I shoved my cock down her throat as far as I could, grabbing the back of her head like her boss had just minutes before, working my shaft in and out of her mouth. "Mmmmph," she grunted as I worked it deep, pushing all but the last inch or two in her mouth. I continued to work her mouth and reached down to pinch her hard nipples, but I knew after spending 24 hours sucking cock she needed to be fucked. I pulled her up onto her feet and spun her around, pulling off her tight pants and laying her face down on the bed. Maggie loved being fucked from behind and I was only too happy to oblige. Her pussy was beyond wet. I spread her legs and looked for a minute at her beautiful swollen pussy, shaved up the way I like it, then I slid my cock all the way into her with one quick thrust. Maggie cried out and held onto the comforter while I fucked her hard. I reached around and cruelly twisted her nipples, then reached down to play roughly with her clit. My balls slapped against her pelvis while I pounded her, and she just looked back at me like she had that first night, with her wet lips parted, probably amazed at the slut she had become in just a few years. I was done being gentle, if I ever was before. From now on my wife was a whore, my whore and her boss's whore, and I would fuck her like one. I shoved a few fingers in her mouth and she sucked them greedily like they were another cock, making nasty slurping sounds. I shoved them in deep and gagged her while I pushed my cock deep into her tight pussy. "Do you like being your boss's little whore?" I asked. "Oh God, yes," she sighed when I took my fingers out of her mouth. "I fucking love it. I want to suck his cock as much as I can. He gives me so much come, baby. I love it! I told him we could meet in the conference room tomorrow first thing and he could give me his load." Then she grabbed my fingers and put them back in her mouth, sucking on them noisily, loving having it at both ends. "Jesus I had no idea you were such a slut," I told her as I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. She slowly lowered herself down onto my thick shaft, spreading her pussy around me. She sighed when she hit the bottom, then slowly raised and lowered herself along my entire length. She slowly increased her speed and soon I was bouncing her up and down on my cock while I roughly played with her tits. "But I should have guessed you were when you showed up at my door wearing that dress for our first date." She grabbed one of my hands and put my fingers back in her mouth. She sucked one, then two, then three, stretching her mouth around my fingers like she was getting her throat fucked by a fat cock. Then she smiled around my fingers. "I wanted to be a slut, honey, I just didn't know how." She rocked her hips back and forth with my cock completely buried inside her. "Baby, I want to be a really bad whore. I want to swallow Randy's load while you fuck me. Can we do that? Please...?" I was so turned on I could barely speak. I put my fingers back in her mouth and she bounced up and down while she sucked them, like she was pretending to suck Randy's cock while she rode me. "We'll see, baby," I said, "We'll see." To Be Continued... Maggie Becomes My Whore Ch. 02 AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a true story, describing events that happened around 2010. Names and a few details have been changed to protect anonymity. ----- Maggie Becomes My Whore, Ch. 2: Maggie and Her Professor Maggie wouldn't spend very long as her boss's little cocksucking slut. They never went out of town together again, but she met him once or sometimes twice a week in a little conference room in the annex adjacent to the main building. There, in the privacy of the morning, she would let her boss play with her tits and sometimes finger her pussy before dropping to her knees and swallowing his load. You would think most married men would jump at the opportunity to have their young, beautiful assistant be their willing little slut, but you'd be surprised. In our experience, most married men who are willing to cheat also carry around a lot of guilt, and eventually Randy decided he couldn't handle the situation anymore. That same spring, I found a new job, this time at a large land-grant university in the Midwest. As West Coast natives, Maggie and I had never imagined moving to the Midwest, but the job was very good for me, and being at a large university afforded her the opportunity to go to graduate school and escape the drudgery of office work. So we packed up the house and off we went. The new job was an ass-kicker and kept me busy, and Maggie found graduate school challenging, so our extracurricular sex-play took a back seat for a while. Sure we thought about it, and we still found the memory of her time as her boss's little cocksucker to be a turn on, but being a kinky couple takes time, and we were just too busy to look out for any more opportunities for fun outside of our marriage. It was toward the end of her first year of graduate school that we started to hear rumors about John and Tony, two professors in her department. The same way some people hate the "cool mom" who tries to be her kid's friend and act like a teenager, I loathed the "cool professor," but that's exactly what these two clowns were. They were in a "band" and played at student bars, getting a rise out of being popular with undergraduates; they acted like douche bags in class to score points with the frat kids; and they were very flirtatious with their female TA's and, occasionally, undergraduate girls. My wife received a lot of attention. Compared to most women in our new town, Maggie felt like an alien. At 5'11", with her athletic, curvy body and strong features, she stuck out like a sore thumb. She faced a lot of strange pressure from other women in her program who resented her sexy look and nice figure. She also received a lot of attention from professors, including John and Tony, who thought nothing of complimenting her appearance, touching her in an overly friendly way, or suggesting they go out for drinks after class. Although the possibilities turned both of us on, Maggie was cautious. It was hard to say whether anyone would seriously jeopardize their career to fuck their hot graduate student, or if these guys just wanted the attention to satisfy their egos. And the consequences for her could also be severe, both in terms of school and her reputation, not to mention that I didn't exactly want it to become common knowledge around campus that my sexy young wife was a cocksucking slut. We heard from one of Maggie's fellow students that John had recently made an ass out of himself at a conference, hitting on a young graduate student from another school and trying to get her to dance with him at a reception. Around the same time that this rumor was floating around, John approached Maggie about doing some research on his grant. We decided that this was not only a good professional opportunity; it might also be a chance for her to see whether there was anything to the reputations of these two professors. Maggie met John weekly to crunch numbers, transcribe interviews, and anything else he didn't feel like doing. John's research was in sexual behavior, so they were always talking about something related to sex. To add to the tension, Maggie started dressing sexier, and on days when she didn't have classes, she took things up a notch with revealing skirts and slinky stockings that highlighted her long, toned legs. Sometimes Maggie broke out the sexy work outfits she had worn when seducing Randy. Whenever she did, John called her "my Pepper Potts," after the Iron Man character. After about three months of compliments and random remarks, we decided that she should see how far she could push it before we decided to let it go. The next time Maggie showed up at his office, she was dressed to kill in a tight, red silk blouse, pencil skirt, and fishnet stockings. She stood and did a little twirl for him, asking John, "What do you think of my new outfit?" He nodded his approval and startled her by reaching up to feel the blouse, running his hands over her back and stomach, before moving his hand down to lightly rub her hip, very near her ass. "Very nice," he said. Later she messaged me from the office, "John is taking me to lunch." While walking out to his car and making small talk, she lied and told him that I was going to be out of town that weekend at a conference. She was just going to hang out, watch movies and do homework, she said. "I'd come over and keep you company," he said, flirtatiously, "but that might get us into trouble." Maggie realized that it was now or never. "That wouldn't be so bad," she replied, and then told him that, sometimes, we allowed each other to fool around on the side. It wasn't strictly true, but she didn't want to freak him out by telling him he was basically part of our own sexual experimentation. "Really?" he croaked. Later, Maggie told me that, over lunch, she told John how she had been her former boss's little cocksucker, and how it turned her on to get on her knees in the conference room for him. John seemed to take in the details quietly, obviously thinking about how far he could take this without ruining his marriage or career. She omitted some details, making it seem like something she elected to do on her own, but I didn't mind. He didn't need to know all the ins-and-outs about my involvement and how much I knew. She told him she'd be up for a similar arrangement with him if he was interested. John didn't reply. When he dropped her off at her car, she said, "Hey, you gonna leave me hanging, dude?" "I need to think about it," he said. "I'm married, and, well, things are good with us right now. I don't want to fuck anything up. It's hard to decide, you know, because I feel bad about cheating." This, as I said, was typical of most men in this situation. It was surprisingly rare that a married man jumped at an opportunity like this, even a flirt like John, despite all their bluster and male bravado. "Alright, well, let me know what you decide. If not, it's all good. We can forget I ever mentioned it." And she hurried to meet me to tell me about their conversation. We fucked like crazy that night, turned on and excited, but we also recognized that it probably wasn't going to work out. The next morning we woke up to a text message from John: "Does 9 work okay?" We looked at each other in surprise and excitement and quickly talked about it. I was unsure about his sudden change of heart, and I wanted to know more. The last thing we needed was someone who didn't really know what he wanted freaking out and burning her graduate career. On the other hand, someone with a lot to lose personally and professionally was probably a safe bet. We decided to take things slow, as we had with Randy. If they talked, and everything seemed okay, then a blowjob to start with would be good enough for now. After we talked, Maggie messaged him back. "Sounds good. My address is..." and she sent directions to the house. "See you soon..." John texted back. Maggie quickly got ready; we had about an hour before he got there. She wanted to shave her pussy, so she took a shower and quickly shaved what she could, asking me to finish off what she couldn't get to. She decided on something simple to wear: a lacey thong and matching push up bra, with a cute top and skirt. She put on her makeup and a thick layer of lipstick. When she was done, I stood behind her and we looked in the mirror together. She looked super hot, like a nice girl, but a very, very sexy nice girl. I hiked her skirt up and felt her bare pussy, briefly rubbing her clit. Her pussy was soaking wet. "Are you excited?" I asked playfully, one finger slowly twirling in her pussy. "Yeah," she moaned. "I'm really excited. I'm excited to see what he wants." "I think I know what he wants," I replied, spreading her ass cheeks and feeling her thighs. She just moaned again and put her hands on the dresser, looking in the mirror. "Do you think I look good, baby?" she asked. "Yeah, honey, I think you look seriously fucking hot." My cock was out of my pants at this point, rubbing up and down her soaking wet slit. "Do you think he's gonna want to get into my mouth today?" "Is there a chance he isn't going to get into your mouth today?" I asked in reply, as I slowly inched my cock into her pussy. She just groaned and arched her back, pushing her wet pussy onto my cock until I was completely inside of her. I pushed it in up to the hilt, trying to fill her completely with my 8-inch thick cock. I reached around and rubbed the nub of her clit, sending shudders through her body. I looked over at the time and realized he'd be here any minute, so I reluctantly pulled out of her pussy and pulled her skirt down. She composed herself while I said, "So, we're all clear on everything? I'll be right here, and I'll have my phone. If things get weird, I'll text or call and that'll give you an excuse to stop everything and get him out of here." She nodded and kissed me, grabbing my cock. "I love you," she said. She went out into the front room and waited while I stayed in the bedroom. Suddenly I heard a car pull up to the house. "He's here!" she shouted, as if I needed to be told. There was a brief pause and I heard a car door open and close, then a knock at the door. Maggie opened the door. "Hi!" she said, her voice enthusiastic and flirty. "Hey!" I heard John say, "How's it going?" "Hmmm, good," Maggie replied, "Come on in and sit down." The door closed and John said something about liking the house. They sat down on the couch. "So," Maggie said, "Seems like you changed your mind, or at least thought about it." "Yeah, well, I just thought, I mean, it's a 'golden opportunity,' you know? I'd probably be kicking myself later if I didn't say 'yes.'" The talked for a few minutes and discussed how it might work out. John didn't think he could get away or meet more than once a month, and places like his office and his house were probably out of the question, which meant meeting at our house. They also talked about protection and whether John knew anything about his health status. "Well, that all sounds good to me," I heard Maggie say. They both laughed softly. I heard a heavy sigh come from Maggie, and I knew John had his hands on her, just from her breathing. Then the unmistakable sound of them kissing and her moans came from the other room. "Oh John..." I heard her breathe. Maggie told me later that after they talked, he immediately reached for her tits and started feeling her up, quickly pulling off her top, then began kissing her deeply while playing roughly with her tits. He removed her bra and sucked her nipples, rubbing her tits and feeling her taut stomach while she ran her hands through his hair. She was incredibly turned on at this point, and he stood her up and removed her skirt and thong. Now she was sitting on the couch next to him, totally naked, as he leaned into her, sucking her tits and digging his fingers into her pussy. From the other room I heard her breath get heavier and little exclamations of, "Oh yeah! That feels so good." I heard a pause and the sound of more clothing being removed. Maggie said at this point John suddenly stood up and removed his pants and briefs. "Oh wow!" I heard her mutter from the couch. "Wow, that's really nice." Listening in, I realized that he must be fairly well endowed, as Maggie wasn't the kind of person to flatter someone with a lie. "Yeah," I heard John reply. "Whenever I watch pornos, I always think, 'That's what I look like,'" he said. From what she said later, his cock was a lot bigger than she expected, not much longer than my 8-inch tool, but much, much thicker, which was saying something, with a fat, purple head and heavy balls. He sat back down next to her and she began stroking it as it came to life, so thick when it was completely hard that she couldn't close her hand around it. I heard more shifting of positions from the other room and then John sighed deeply, "Oh fuck yes, baby, your mouth is so good." She was clearly sucking his thick meat now, and I heard her lips smacking and little moans of pleasure from deep in her throat. "I love to suck cock," I heard her say in a sultry tone. "Do you?" He seemed almost surprised. It was probably starting to sink in for him how much of a slut my wife was. "Mmmm hmmm," I heard her reply around a mouthful of his tool. From the other room the nasty sounds of Maggie sucking her professor's cock got louder and louder. She was doing her best to give him the wettest, nastiest blowjob she could, and I could tell she really wanted to please him. "Here baby, like this," I heard him say. "Mmmmmph!" I heard her exclaim. Then she made a noise I had never really heard before, a gagging, half coughing, half choking sound mixed in with the sloppy wet sound her mouth made on his cock. This continued for a few minutes until suddenly I heard her inhale sharply, gasping for air. "Wait, John, hold on..." she started, then, "No! Mmmph!" as he drove his cock back down her throat. He obviously had decided exactly what kind of whore she was and was going to choke her on his cock. Maggie told me later that, suddenly, while she was sucking him, he got really intense and, grabbing the back of her head and her throat at the same time, shoved his prick as far into her throat as he could. He was strong, and even though she pushed back against his thighs he persisted, tightening his grip on her hair and throat, slowly inching past her gag reflex, completely controlling her mouth. She felt like she would throw up as she felt the massive head slip into her throat. With a start she felt his pubic hair against her nose, and she realized she was taking his entire massive length. John let her up for air a few times, and each time she noisily drew a breath before being choked again. I was concerned at first, but her cries of protest slowly changed to moans of pleasure as he worked his thick meat in and out of her mouth. "Oh yeah, Maggie, that's good. Take it all," I heard him grunt as he fucked her face. Soon all I could hear was her alternating between moaning and gagging; Maggie said at this point her pussy was unbelievably wet and she reached down to play with her clit while he moved his thick meat in and out of her mouth. She had never felt like such a whore and loved every second of it. I heard Maggie gasp for breath again and more shifting and then a brief pause. Suddenly I heard him groan with pleasure and Maggie gasped, "Oh yeah, John, that feels so fucking good!" Then wet smacking sounds filled the room as he ate her juicy pussy. He had pulled her up off her knees and put her on the couch, kneeling down so he could spread her thighs to expose her shaved sex. I heard Maggie's "Ooooh" and "Aaaah," grow louder from the next room as he worked her clit, then suddenly, "Oh John, oh yes, oooooohhhhhh!" as she came hard, rubbing her wet pussy into his face. At this point I expected him to fuck her mouth again and finish up, but there was a long pause and I couldn't hear anything. Then suddenly, I heard a low, slow moan come from my wife, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, my God," she grunted under her breath. I suddenly realized, startled, she had broken our agreement and was being impaled on his thick shaft. The sloppy, rhythmic sounds of her pussy on his cock were unmistakable, and the length of time in between the slapping sounds of her ass on his thighs meant she was slowly sliding up and down his entire thick length. Maggie said she just couldn't say no to him at this point. She was completely possessed by his big cock and would have done anything to please him. When he was finished eating her pussy, he sat back on the couch and stretched a condom over his thick prick, then pulled her on top of him. She faced him as he sat on the couch, straddling his hips while reaching behind to guide his fat cock into her drooling pussy. It was the widest she had ever been stretched, she said, and she felt every inch as he slowly worked it in. When she hit bottom, she slowly raised herself up to the tip before lowering herself back down again, and rode his big tool like this while he sucked her nipples and gripped her tight ass. In the other room, I was beside myself, torn between being incredibly pissed off and incredibly turned on. I knew he must have been big enough for her to be so turned on that she ignored the limits we had agreed to earlier, which was to give him a blowjob and send him on his way. At the same time, my own cock was rock hard as I listened to the nasty wet slurping sounds her pussy made on his big shaft. I had never heard anything like it, and as stroked my cock in the other room, I realized that I wasn't doing anything to stop it. The rhythmic sounds of their fucking continued. Occasionally I could hear him tell her how tight her pussy was and how good it felt. Then I heard the sound of him slapping her ass and kissing and sucking her nipples while she rode him. My wife was beside herself, telling him how incredible his cock felt. "Do you like my shaved pussy?" she cooed at him. "I shaved it just for you." That elicited another groan from him and the rhythm of their fucking increased. Maggie pulled off of him with a long sigh and I heard John stand up. Suddenly she started to gag and I knew he was fucking her throat again. This time there was no protest, just muffled, choked moans of pleasure as his thick cock stretched her mouth to the limit as it has just stretched her wet little pussy. Suddenly I heard him start to breath heavily and he said, "Here is comes baby, here it comes. Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!" My wife moaned with pure pleasure as he blew his load down her throat. It seemed like he shot stream after stream into her mouth as they both grunted and groaned in ecstasy in the front room. Finally I heard the sound of her licking and kissing his cock, cleaning it off. "Mmmm, God, your come tastes so good," she said. "That was really hot." "Yeah," he almost giggled. "That was pretty fucking good." They sat on the couch and chatted while they both came down to Earth, and Maggie said she couldn't help but play with his cock and balls as they talked. He was obviously touching and feeling her body, too, and I heard him complimenting her on her sexy stomach and telling her how beautiful her legs were. Eventually he stood up, "Well, can I take a quick shower?" She showed him to the upstairs bathroom and then came to find me. She was a complete mess. Her hair was wild, pulled in every direction; her mascara had run down her cheeks, mingling with some of his come still on her chin; her nipples were red and abused, and there were red marks on her ass where he had pinched and slapped her; her thighs were flushed and soaked with her own juices. She walked over to me and started stroking my engorged cock. "How was that? Could you hear everything?" Maggie Becomes My Whore Ch. 02 "Yeah. I heard you fuck him, too, you fucking whore. Not exactly what we had agreed on." "Sorry baby, don't be mad. I couldn't help myself. Let me get rid of him." She went out in the living room while he got dressed. "I'll see you later?" she asked. "Oh yeah, definitely. I'll see you at the office next week." He kissed her goodbye and left. Maggie came back to the bedroom and pushed me onto the bed. She was still really turned on, and she slowly sank herself down on my shaft with a sigh. I half expected, from the porn I'd read, for her pussy to be loose and stretched out, but to my surprise she was incredibly tight. Her pussy gripped my cock harder than it had since I had taken her virginity. I felt like I could feel every muscle inside of her. "God baby, that was so good. I'm going to need to fuck him again soon," she moaned as she rode me. "As long as he wants it, I don't think I can stop." The depth of her surrender to the situation surprised me, and she told me all the details she could about their encounter, narrating what I had heard from the other room. Listening to her talk, I realized we were in uncharted waters. The situation with Randy had been fun, but less than ideal with his neurotic worries and smaller cock. John seemed more aggressive and ready to take advantage of the situation, although he also expressed some misgivings. But it looked, at least for now, that Maggie had decided that she was going to be a complete whore for her professor's big dick, and I was going to have very little control over when and how she got fucked. There was a lot to worry about, but something about the situation also really turned me on, I realized, as I grunted and blew my load deep into her tight, well-fucked pussy. To be continued...