2 comments/ 43608 views/ 4 favorites Denise's Business By: C_FRISKY Denise watched as the timer on the treadmill counted down the last few seconds of her workout. She loved these early morning workouts with the other mothers from the school parent's council. It fit nicely between dropping the kids off at school and the hectic schedule of the day's activities. Just as Denise stopped, and wiped the sweat from her brow with a towel, Mrs. Jones commented, "Denise, I hate you! How can you look like that after three kids? I only have two and I'm ten pounds heavier than I should be. Look at all those guys over there. They drool all over themselves watching you," Indicating several men who were obviously watching every move Denise made. "Oh don't exaggerate; they probably couldn't handle a real woman." Denise replied, as if she could care less. "Well if we all had your looks, Denise, maybe we could afford the same attitude." Mrs. Carter interjected, raising laughter from the ladies all around. Denise smiled, managed a pretend blush, and said, "Well, ladies I'm late for the dentist's office. I'll see you all later. Bye." As she walked away the ladies commented among themselves that given a second chance at life they wanted to come back as Denise Wilson. The dentist's office didn't open until eight-thirty, it was now eight and Denise tapped lightly at the dentist's private entrance to the building. Dr. Mark Denon opened the door and invited her in with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Once inside, while mouthing the 'good morning, how have you been' nonsense, Denise begins to strip off the tube top and sports bra she is wearing, stoops to remove her shorts and thong in one motion, and places them neatly on the dentist's desk. She then takes a position bent over at the waist, with her elbows on the desk, feet spread just a little more than shoulder width apart. Moving into position behind Denise, Dr.Denon drops his trousers around his ankles and places one hand on Denise's hip, the other holds his erect penis, firmly shaking it before placing it at the opening to her vagina, pushing forward, meeting a slight hesitation, then fully penetrating her. He begins to stroke in and out, placing his free hand on her other hip, he closes his eyes and relishes the opportunity to fuck the most wonderful woman he had ever met, certainly the most beautiful in the small town of Cave Springs. "God, Denise, I really do like having you after your workout. It makes it so much better, if that's possible." Dr. Denon says, grunting between thrusts. "You really know how to compliment a woman, Mark." She responds. As they finish up, and Denise is cleaning herself, Dr. Denon asks her if the school fund raiser is still on for that evening. She explained that it was, and then remembered that they were supposed to go for drinks afterwards. "Oh, that's right Dan and I are supposed to come over for drinks at your place tonight, aren't we?" She remembered. "Yeah, Mary has everything planned out. She's really excited you guys are coming over." "Well, I'll give her a call and let her know we are looking forward to it." Denise promises. "See you later." Back outside she rushes to her car, speeds toward home and a hot shower. Tuesdays are always a rush she thinks. In the shower she remembers how after marrying Dan they moved to his home town to live. It wasn't so bad except that everyone knew everyone else and privacy was nonexistent. Denise had grown up being the center of attention. She learned early how to deal with a lack of privacy. Her husband loved the fact that every man wanted and lusted for his lovely wife. He believed that she was a true trophy and relished everyone's envy. But Dan only made enough money to be 'moderately well off'. This wasn't good enough for Denise so she took matters into her own hands. If all those guys lust after me, she thought, they can damn well pay for it. And pay they did. Dr. Denon was the first, when the kids would go in for check ups, he would make passes at Denise. Later she would make an offer he couldn't refuse. That was a year ago, now she stopped by every Tuesday after her morning workout. The families were still good friends and the business was great. Having cleaned up, Denise was off for the weekly grocery shopping. She always stopped at the butcher's shop last, so she began her shopping at the cost-cutter store at the edge of town. Grabbing a cart at the entrance, she waves to the box boy that watches approvingly as she walks into the produce section. Looking up from the vegetables she sees a neighbor lady approaching with her twin freckle faced boys in tow. "Hi, Mrs. Wilson. How are you?" She beams. "Why, Mrs. Denon, I was just going to call you about our get-together tonight. You must be reading my mind." Denise says. "Oh, Mrs. Wilson, we are so excited to have you all over. Mark just admires your husband, Dan." Mrs. Denon admits. "Oh, you're too sweet." "Well, we'll see you tonight." "Bye." Denise wondered if Mark ever slept with his wife anymore, she wasn't attractive at all. Perhaps she was before, but not that you could tell. Denise moved along the aisle and into the canned goods section. Needing to reach something on the top shelf she stretched as far as she could but just lacked the reach to get at the box. "Damn box stores." She muttered. Seeing her consternation a box boy hurried to her side and offered his assistance. She fawned all over him as he retrieved the box, made the necessary selection and replaced it for her. The box boy was in heaven. To have spoken with Mrs. Wilson was a triumph; to have helped her was an honor few could brag of. He wandered back to his work, smiling with that 'I just saw an angel' look on his face. On through the check-out Denise felt the admiring eyes follow her every move. Denise was, however, use to it. She was comfortable with the attention. At the door, as she was leaving, the manager, a portly middle aged unmarried gentleman, made a veiled pass at her. She was polite, but refused his overtures. She had decided that only married 'pillars of the community' types would be invited into her 'business', as she called it. Completing all her shopping but the butcher's shop, Denise pulled into the open space in front of the meat-cutter's little shop. Walking in she is greeted by several of the ladies who had only started shopping there after seeing Denise shop there so often. At one time Tim, the butcher, had considered closing up shop and going into truck driving as a profession. That was before Denise came in that first time last year and things turned around. "Hello everyone." Denise says with a smile and a wink. A chorus of greeting and admiration flooded over her as she glided into the middle of the adoring throng. Moving to the display cases she peruses the display as Tim deals with each customer in turn, until Denise is the last one remaining. Smiling, Tim invites Denise into the back room to see the new 'special cuts' he has saved for her, asking the young clerk to watch the store momentarily. In the back room Denise strips and bends over the large stainless steel preparation table, leans on her elbows, and spreads her legs a little more than shoulder width apart. Tim drops his trousers around his ankles and begins to press his penis into Denise from behind. "God, Denise I can't thank you enough for all the business you bring in." Tim says. "Oh yes you can." She quickly responds, "You can pay me." She continues, chuckling. Tim picks up the pace, his rotund belly preventing him from watching the last inch of his penis as it disappears into her beautiful heart shaped ass. Tim was reminded of the time she refused to lay down and face him as they had sex. She said it was too personal that way, and this was just business. Just business, he thought, I couldn't possibly get close to her if it weren't for her business arrangement. What a wonderful woman she was. Just as he was beginning his orgasm, he accidentally let slip, "I love you Denise." "Damn it Tim. I told you we can't continue if you persist in this affection for me. I'm a married woman and you are a happily married man. What would happen if this got out? We would be ruined, along with our families." Denise said sternly. She remembered the first time she had had sex with him. It was a horrible experience. He mauled her with his big meaty hands and kept trying to kiss her. It was because of him that she instituted the standing, rear entry method for her business. Just being naked with some of these guys was enough to be paid for, but they wanted sex and that was the deal she had made with each of them. None had any idea that there were others. Each thought of themselves as her chosen 'business associate'. Denise cleaned up and left with her special cut of meat, returning home to stock the pantry. After a short rest and a quick rinse in the shower to rid her of the lingering smell of the butcher's shop, she calls the hair dresser to make sure of her appointment later. She had to keep the up the appearance of the perfect little wife. She did enjoy it all, the constant attention and adoration. She wanted to bask in the limelight as long as she could and if she could get paid for it, so much the better. She arrived at the hair dresser's shop just as the mayor's wife was finishing up. They made pleasant talk for a moment, and then Gloria, the hair dresser, ushered Denise into her cubicle to start the make over. Gloria was a divorcee, who ended up with her husband's money, the house and her own business. Denise admired her for her independence. But the men of the town were afraid of an independent 'man eater' type and stayed away. As she began to work on Denise's hair she observed the irony that here were the two most polar opposite females in town; the most adored and the most reviled. She chuckled out loud as she thought it. "What's so funny?" Denise asked. "Oh, I was just thinking about how the two of us are so different." She bemused. "And you think that's funny?" "No. Just ironic, I mean, here you are the most desired woman in town, and me the most repellant." Gloria explained. "You're kidding of course. You are very attractive and a successful business woman. What else would a man want?" Denise inquired. "Denise, I don't know if you keep up with current events, but the men of this town won't be caught in the same parking lot with me." She moaned. "Is it that bad Gloria?" Denise asked incredulously. "Worse. I can't get laid if I offer to pay for it." She says rather petulantly. Gloria finished rinsing Denise's hair, wrapped a towel around her head and asked her to move to the designer's chair. Denise did as she was asked, and as she sat she asked Gloria, "Have you ever thought of paying for it? I mean sex that is." "Every day honey, every day." Gloria says with a sigh. She begins to comb the snags out of Denise's wet hair and reminisces about the loves lost and found over the years. Denise listens to her stories and 'oh' and 'ahs' from time to time to keep the conversation going. Then Gloria says something that intrigues her immensely. As Gloria was recounting her days in college she admitted to an affair with her room mate. "Just once or twice a month" she admitted. Denise was struck with the opportunity this represented. As a business woman she realized an opportunity when she saw one. However, Gloria wasn't married, which had been a requirement up to now. Mulling over the situation as Gloria finished her masterpiece; Denise decided that she would make an offer she couldn't refuse. Gloria pulled the cape from around Denise's neck with flair and said, "Ta daa. You're beautiful, if I do say so myself." Denise admired the hair in the mirror for a moment, then smiles and says, "You're an artist Gloria," And makes a mock smooch to her friend's cheek. "How much are you going to charge me for all this beauty?" "You couldn't afford it if I charged you what its worth, so just pay the usual and we're even." Gloria says laughing. Denise noticed then that Gloria wasn't unattractive; she looked middle aged and well proportioned. I think I'll have to adjust the rules for her she thought. "Gloria, did you enjoy your room mate, I mean, did you like it with another woman?" She asks. "Well, at the time I loved it. Guys were such pigs, they just wanted to maul you over, fuck you, and then go eat. A girl needs more sometimes, I think." "You said earlier you were willing to pay for sex, would you pay for sex with a woman?" Denise asks very cautiously. Gloria, unsure where this question was leading, not expecting to be propositioned by the loveliest woman in town, hemmed and hawed before answering rather hesitantly, "I suppose I would...With the right woman of course." "Of course, with the right woman." Denise agreed. She paused before looking into Gloria's eyes, then said, "If I offered to make love to you would you offer me money?" Gloria faltered; she was visibly shaken and had trouble gaining control of her composure. The months of living without sex, of wishing for a partner, of the repelling manner of the men in town had taken their toll. Here, the most wonderful, beautiful, most adored woman in town was asking to make love to her. Never mind it was for money. The sanctity of the moment resounded in her head, her heart, and her soul. "Yes, I'd love to." Was all she could muster to say. "Good! I'm free on Wednesdays, is that good for you?" "Oh, yes, of course." Gloria says, finally gaining a measure of control. "Tomorrow at ten, OK?" "Wonderful." Was all Gloria could say. Denise left satisfied with her hair and her shrewd business sense. Tomorrow would be a ground breaking event in her new, expanded business opportunity. It was time to pick up the kids from school and take them to soccer practice. She waited in line at the school with the other soccer moms making notes for her self on a scratch pad she kept in her purse. Several of the other ladies had gathered around her and were discussing that mindless gossip that passes for civil conversation. As they fawn over her fresh hair they begin to maneuver their way next to her, the position of honor for the lucky mom that could say she was 'with Denise today' at school. The school bell rings and ends the women jostling about. Loading up the kids, and a few of the neighbor's kids to boot, she makes her way to the soccer field. God! I could use a cup of coffee, she thought. While the girls and boys took turns changing into their soccer clothes in the van, Denise talked to the other moms and dads gathered there about. Curtis Logan was the town's recreation director. It was his responsibility to ensure all went well with the various activities in the sports park. Soccer, however, had become his pet project. It hadn't always been that way. Mrs. Wilson had encouraged him to promote the sport last year, and it had just blossomed into the favorite pastime of the community. As the kids arranged themselves with their teams, the adults perched themselves in the bleachers, mindful of the proximity of Denise Wilson. The men ogled her; the women emulated her stately manners. Curtis Logan informed Denise that the new uniforms had just arrived for the teams and wondered if she could help in distributing them. "Of course, Curtis. I'd love to. Can we go see them?" She asked. "Sure. Let's go." He said. And they moved off to the park's office, the lone building behind the sports fields. Inside, Denise strips off her clothes, leans over the desk on her elbows, and spreads her feet a little more than shoulder width apart. Curtis is a very well built man and is hung like a horse as well. If any of her customers came close to giving her satisfaction, it was Curtis Logan. Very carefully he places the head of his penis at the opening of her vagina, presses forward slightly, and then retracts a little, before pushing forward again, a little further. Allowing the natural lubrication to flow over his male member, he adjusts a little, then stabs forward with more force than Denise expected. She cries out as he hesitates for a moment before he plunges the full length of his massive tool into her warm folds. With abandon he pounds away at her wonderful female form spread before him. Surreptitiously, he moves his right hand down to cup a breast, and kneads the tender areole perched there on the pink mound of succulent flesh. "Damn it, Curtis, uh, uh, I, uh, told you, uh, no extras." Denise warned him as he persisted to massage her breast. "I'm sorry, Denise, I just had to." Curtis admits as he begins coming. They finish, and as Denise cleans up she says, "I ought to cut you off for taking liberties like that Curtis." "Hell, I'd pay extra if you would let me." He responded. "Not a chance, bud. Any way I should charge you extra for that monster cock of yours. Some day you're gonna hurt me with that thing. Then it'll be over for good." "Oh don't be that way. Hell, I love what you do for me. It makes my love life better at home too." Curtis begged, and then added, "Monica says 'hi' by the way. She wants us all to go to a play they are putting on at the old Bijou theater downtown." Denise, ever the accommodating professional says, "I know Dan would love it. Tell Monica I'll call her tomorrow to make plans. OK?" "OK. See ya." Practice was just breaking up as she walked back to the soccer field. Everyone wanted to know what the new uniforms looked like, and when they could see them. "Great," "Soon," she explained without really explaining. Tuesdays were rough. At home that night Dan was preparing to accompany his lovely wife to the fund raiser and to the Denon's for drinks, when he observed his wife gently anointing herself at her dressing table. "You look good enough to eat." He says attempting to ingratiate himself with her. He moves up behind her and reaches for her firm round breasts, feeling them through the sheer fabric of her dressing gown. "Down boy. I didn't sit in the beauty shop all day just so you could mess it up." She quips. "Oh, honey, just a little?" He pleads. "Well, I guess I could be talked into a little fellatio if you promise not to mess the hair." "Deal." He says as he drops his shorts, pumps his penis to full mast, and pokes it into her face. Denise reaches for his meaty penis, and as she adjusts her position in the chair, she says, "You can be so romantic, sometimes." Then takes him into her mouth, pumping with her hand as her mouth works the entire length of the shaft. She then begins flicking the tip with her tongue, before again swallowing the entire length of his stiff meat. A few more strokes and Dan is convulsing to orgasm. God she's good, he thinks. "Oh, Oh, Oh." He grunts as he blows his seed into the back of her waiting throat. "Thanks, honey, I needed that one." He gasps. "Better get ready." She admonishes. At the fund raiser the room was packed. Denise was the auctioneer for the items donated to the school for the event. The event was something of a social occasion and the whole town looked to be present. As the last item was sold it was time to wrap things up. The school Principal, Tom Parks, came to the microphone and announced that they had achieved a new school fund raising record. The crowd was ecstatic. So was Denise, she had made a promise to the Principal that the auction would be better than selling candy, and now she had been vindicated. Maybe now he would be less stand-offish and she could make a business pitch to him. Another time, perhaps, not just now, she thought. Arriving at the Denon's home, Dan and Denise had to park a block from the house and walk back due to the number of people that had accepted invitations to the party. "I don't know what happened," Mary Denon said, shaking her head as she met them at the door, "I don't usually have this many show up at our get togethers." Denise's Business "Oh, I think its fun to have so many friends here." Denise chimed in. It seemed that everyone had been invited. Mary had wanted a large turnout; she relished the attention she received when she just happened to mention that the Wilsons were coming. She was the envy of every woman in the town. Her coup-de-grace was that she had made the event a social gathering rather than a true party, this way she could mingle with Denise as much as she wanted to. Her party, her home, and her rules she thought. The men stood where they could watch Denise's movements. She seemed to be so poised that even a misstep or a slip was dismissed as an anomaly. She was just the perfect woman and Dan was her husband. This fact apparently wasn't the main factor for the men behaving themselves, their wives were. As the men told the same old jokes and jockeyed for better positions from which to watch her, the women were all wishing they had her hair, her skin, her tight firm thighs, the breasts which seemed to defy gravity. How was she able to appear so poised all the time? It was the secret every woman would die to know, and they all hovered around her in anticipation that she might let slip the secret at any moment. Time to go home Denise thought. The crowd was disappointed, and followed the Wilsons out the door and to their cars, much as a herd of sheep follow the Shepard. "Goodnight, all." Denise smiled and waved as they departed. Mark and Mary Denon were very proud and satisfied that the party was a big success. "We'll have to have the Wilsons over again." Mary sighed. "Absolutely." Mark said. "I'm bushed, let's go to bed, honey, I've got something I think you might like to share." "Oh, Mark, you're so bad." Mary remarked, grabbing him by the front of his pants and leading him away. Things sure had been good between them the last year, or so she thought, as she turned the lights down low. At the gym the next morning the buzz was about the party at the Denon's house. "Denise was absolutely beautiful." One woman commented. "I hear they may have another party next week." Still another remarked. "If Denise is there, I would love go too. She is such a nice person; I've known her for awhile now." The first woman added. "Oh! There she is." A third observes, as the entire gym takes in her style, grace and her fluid movements as she begins her workout. The girls were chatty this morning and just overwhelmed Denise with questions about the party. Who was there, who did she talk to; the word was that Mary Denon was an entertainment expert and should be appreciated for her efforts. All through the morning workout Denise was distracted by thoughts of her new customer, Gloria. She found herself getting excited about the appointment later that day. Funny, she thought I've never gotten excited before. Then again, she was her first woman customer, some excitement was due. Denise finished the workout, said good bye to the girls, and headed for home and the shower. In the hot shower, the water coursing down her back, she found herself rubbing her clit with her finger extended into the velvety opening of her vagina. Placing one hand on the shower wall to support herself, she begins in earnest to masturbate herself to climax, the whole while, a vision of Gloria plays through her mind over, and over again. Coming in violent pulses, she gasps out loud, "Uh...oh god!" Trembling, she finishes the shower with a smile and a piqued interest in what was happening to her. Was she gay? Was she losing it? Who cared, she thought, its exciting nonetheless. Nine-thirty came, and Denise was already to go. She had pulled on a one piece stretch tube that covered her from just above her breasts to just below her mid thigh. She was pulling into the beauty shop parking lot when she glimpsed Gloria in the window for a moment, before disappearing just as quickly. Denise parked the car, stepped up to the door, entered the empty waiting room of the shop and said, "Hello. Is anyone here?" "Come on back Denise." Gloria shouted from the back room. "I'm back here." Denise walked into the back room that appeared to be a storage room, but had a chaise lounge along one wall. "Oooh, I like this." She commented admiringly. "Make your self comfortable while I lock the front door." Gloria offered. Gloria moved past her on the way to lock the door, but stopped as Denise placed a hand on her arm, turned her slightly, and placed a kiss ever so gently on her lips. Gloria paused before continuing, then with a sly curl of a smile, went to secure the door. Denise decided to wait for Gloria to return before undressing. As Gloria returned, she seemed tense and a little hesitant. Denise remarked that maybe they should agree on compensation before they progressed. Gloria nodded the affirmative and asked, "How much would you like for making love to me?" Denise just smiled and said, "If I was going to love you it would be free. But, as we are entering a business arrangement, I expect that fifty dollars would be sufficient for me to entertain you." "Fifty dollars?" Gloria said, "Wha...what do you do for fifty dollars?" "Let's start with you undressing, then I'll show you what you get, OK?" "OK." Gloria said as she began to undress. Denise helped her undress, caressing her from time to time, admiring the form of a mature woman. When Gloria was fully unclothed, Denise pinched the hem of her tube with two fingers on either side and pulled it slowly over her head, exposing herself fully to Gloria's wondering eyes. Gloria gasped as Denise exposed her wonderful female form to her. Lust built up inside her and motivated her to place a hand gently upon Denise's bare breast, while mouthing a small "Oh," in astonishment. Denise pulled her to the chaise and began to massage the large breasts that hung like wine botas from Gloria's chest. Sensually, she moved into position to press her full form on top of Gloria's, probing her tongue between her lips as her hands caressed her cheeks. Denise was inspired. She began to administer every technique she had ever enjoyed as a woman to Gloria. Gloria was enraptured; she had never been so totally consumed by a lover. Denise was wonderful as she applied one loving caress after another. Gloria moaned approvingly even as she was being kissed, tongued. Then Denise slid down, slowly, methodically, to place her face between her thighs, her tiny pink tongue darting out to make contact with Gloria's clit. Placing one finger, then two inside the rapidly moistening vagina, Denise began to kiss gently the clitoris and stroke her fingers simultaneously. The tender kisses were different than the way a man does it, men are coarse and rough. This was as if an angel's wings were brushing across her clit. "Oh, god!" She cried out as the first wave of orgasm crushed over her. She grabbed Denise's head with both hands and thrust her pelvis into her face repeatedly. Jerking up off the chaise, she begins to cry out loud as she comes exquisitely on the tongue of her new lover, her new sexual partner, her 'business partner'. They both lay gently kissing, cuddling, and nibbling one another as the glow of Gloria's euphoria was enjoyed at length, as only two women can appreciate. Gloria is the first to speak. "Fifty bucks? God, I'd pay anything for that again." "Anything?" Denise asks. "Sure...You have no idea what you just did for me honey." "Well, if it was that good, maybe you could share a little of the wealth." Denise said with a devious grin. Gloria smiled, moved into position, and in moments had Denise shaking with the first wave of her orgasm. Denise thought as she cleaned up, I sure like Wednesdays. Remembering that she was supposed to call Monica Logan, Curtis' wife, concerning the play at the Bijou, Denise went home and called Mrs. Logan. Monica Logan was the drama teacher at the high school and once a year she would hostess a play for the community. In order to accommodate the large crowds the production was at the old Bijou Theater, mostly unused, it was perfect for such occasions. While talking to Monica, Denise came up with a grand idea; she could arrange to pass out the soccer uniforms and, just maybe, she could get the Principal to assist her, then the opportunity to do a little business might present itself. She explained that she would like to pass out the uniforms before the play, and Monica agreed it would be ideal, as she had some cleaning up and stage work to complete anyway. They agreed to meet before the play. Next, Denise called the Principal to assure his attendance and a commitment to help. He indicated that he could hardly deny her after the fantastic fund raising results. Everything was set. Thursday afternoon was upon Denise before she had expected it. She had visited the Mayor and two City Councilmen to conduct business in the morning, the dog had to get his shots at the veterinarian's, the Vet was also a customer, Thursday was rapidly becoming a busy day. Finally, Denise was able to clean up and go to the Bijou. Monica was already there, working on the lights, curtains and the stage equipment. "Hi." Monica shouted as Denise drove up. "Hi, yourself." Denise responds. "I see that Curtis dropped off the uniforms." Indicating several large boxes arranged in the foyer. It was about three hours before the play was to begin, and about thirty minutes before the time the kids would be expected to begin picking up their uniforms. Denise took a quick accounting of what was where and had just arranged everything when the Principal, Tom Parks, arrived. She greeted him warmly, causing him to blush a rosy hue of crimson. She explained what she needed help with and set him up with a clipboard and pen. As she described what was in each box, she would deliberately lean over so that he had an unobstructed view down her blouse. She could see him stare, and then fidget with his pants, before looking again. Denise realized he was close to a deal and he didn't even know it. The kids came and went, the operation was a success, and Denise pawed and patted and complimented Mr. Parks for his invaluable assistance. People were now arriving for the play, and they removed the remaining uniforms to the back stage area of the Bijou. As the last box was stacked, Denise commented, "I don't know what I would have done without your help today." Mr. Parks blushed again and remarked, "It was all my pleasure." "Was it really?" Denise asked. "How much pleasure can a man derive from such efforts?" She continued. "Well...Uh...I just enjoyed you – your company – so much." He stuttered. "Gosh, you enjoyed my company? What would you do for a little ol' kiss?" She inquired as sexily as she could manage, moving close to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. A shudder raced through his spine. He wanted to respond, but the words didn't come. He was stricken stiff as a board. Denise smiled, moved close to him and brushed her lips across his, breathing a soft, warm, sweet breath into his nostrils, gently caressing his cheek with one hand, while teasing the inside of his trouser leg with the other. "Would you like to spend a little more time with me?" She asks through a whisper into his ear. Mr. Parks begins shaking uncontrollably. His flesh became pallid and sweaty. He couldn't respond to her. He convulses forward, into her and as he does she feels his penis jerk against her hand several times as his trouser leg becomes wet with semen. He had prematurely ejaculated into his trousers, as now the spasms lessened in their intensity. Mr. Parks turned red with embarrassment, dropped his eyes, and brought a hand to his brow to shade his discomfort from Mr. Wilson's sight. "Oh god...I am so sorry." He manages finally. "There, there, Mr. Parks. I think it was very flattering." Denise said in an understanding tone. "Here, let me clean you up." She offers. And without hesitation, she drops his trousers, pulls his flaccid penis out, and swallows it. Denise begins to manipulate him back to rigidity. Within seconds, Mr. Parks is fully erect and slowly thrusting back and forth into Mrs. Wilson's face. She begins to swallow his penis and simultaneously extends her tongue to flick the bottom of his ball sack. He's never experienced such magnificent sexual stimulation before in his life and soon he is coming again in violent convulsing spasms. As his seed splashes against the back of her throat, Denise fights back the gag impulse. She has never swallowed anyone so deeply before, certainly not while trying to swallow his semen. This has been a week for breaking her rules, she thought. As Mr. Parks pulled up his trousers, Denise asks him if he had enjoyed their little escapade. "Oh, my." He said, "I've never had such wonderful sex. My wife thinks its dirty and hasn't let me touch her in years." "You poor, poor man. We'll have to do something about that, wont we?" "What do you mean, Mrs. Wilson?" Mr. Parks says confused. "Well, if you like what I do for you, we could get together once a week to continue our relationship." Denise says, rather business like. "Oh my! I would love to but what about our spouses? What will we tell them?" He asks. "Nothing. We say nothing to them this will be our little secret, OK?" "Well, OK, but..." He begins before being cut off. "No buts, Mr. Parks. It has to be this way, or not at all." She interjects. "OK." He says as they walk through the dusky, dim back room, to the stairs leading to the theater. "By the way, Mr. Parks, from now on, no more fellatio, just intercourse, and its fifty bucks a visit, OK?" "Oh, OK, I guess." He squeaks as they enter the theater, find their seats, and enjoy the play. On Fridays, Denise volunteers with the other ladies to read to the lower grade kids at school. Denise rotated these readings between the three classes that she had kids in. To day it was Mr. Simon's kindergarten class. Denise had been very careful about approaching Mr. Simon because his wife was one of her parent's council buddies and seemed to be very possessive and jealous of him. Jealous wives seem to know too much about their husband's proclivities. Mr. Simon greeted Denise as she came into the classroom, introduced her to the class again as today's reader, and allowed her to take control of the class. He removed himself to the back of the room, took a seat, and listened as she began to read in her melodious voice. She is so wonderful with the kids, I wonder if she is as wonderful as a lover, he thought, imagining her laying beneath him as he pressed his male organ into her succulent flesh, feeling his penis growing in his pants, he rubs it lightly, continuing to dream of Denise Wilson under his pressing flesh. Just then, he hears the kids giggle, and opens his eyes to see the entire class looking at him. He blushes as he hears Mrs. Wilson explain that the reading period was finished and the lunch bell would soon be sounding. "G...Good." He says, shakily, "Let's give Mrs. Wilson a big round of applause, class." As the kids clapped their approval the lunch bell sounded, saved by the bell he thought. The kids lined up for lunch and Mrs. Wilson asked him if he would eat lunch with her. "Oh, of course, Mrs. Wilson." He accepted. In the lunch room Denise sat at a table next to her youngest child and awaited the arrival of Mr. Simon. She had saved a seat next to her for him. He sat next to her and said how wonderful it was that she had devoted the time to the class. She just smiled and winked at him. He was still embarrassed, it seemed, from the incident in class. She thought it was cute, he thought it humiliating. "How's your wife, Mr. Simon, I haven't seen her for the last couple of days, is she alright?" Denise asks, "Oh, her mother is ill and she is helping out for a few weeks 'till things get better." He says. "Oh, that's too bad, for both of you." Denise says with a smirk. "How's that, Mrs. Wilson?" "Well, who's taking care of you?" She says in a pouting, baby doll manner. "I...Well...Uh, no one, really." He stutters, visibly blushing. "Maybe I could help out. While she's out of town that is." Denise offered. "That would be terrific." He agreed. "Tonight at eight, then?" "Oh no, I have a family, too. Let's make it five at the library." She countered. "The library? Sure." He accepted. The library was a dark, lonesome building at the edge of the downtown district that was dead after three o'clock. Denise would invariably stop by here every Friday to drop off and pick up books for the kids to read on the weekends. Ushering the kids into the children's reading room, she watches intently for Mr. Simon to arrive. Just as he walks into the library Denise asks one of the librarians to watch the kids while she searches for a book in the upstairs stacks. Accepting her charges, the librarian smiles as she wonders just how nice Mrs. Wilson was to let her watch her kids. What a wonderful person she is, the librarian thought. Denise moves to the stairs and watches as Mr. Simon follows at a safe distance. At the top of the stairs she finds a private study room, enters and waits for Mr. Simon to follow her inside. As he moves through the door, she smells the aroma of fine male musk mixed with cologne. She is intoxicated by the smell, but instantly shakes her head, remembering she was here for business, not pleasure. Closing the door and locking the door knob, she turns to face him just as he grabs her and forces a kiss on her lips that both surprises her and bowls her backward into the table. She pulls away and pushes him back saying, "Whoa boy, down. We're here to have fun, but not that kind of fun." "What do you mean?" He asks swallowing hard and panting. "I mean, you have to behave yourself or no deal" "Deal, what do you mean deal?" "I mean if you want this body you pay to play and you play by the rules." "Pay? Play? Whatever do you mean" Mr. Simon says confused. Denise explains, "I will allow you to have intercourse with me for fifty dollars, only while we stand and you hold me by the hips only." "You...You're a prostitute?" "Not exactly, I am a business woman, a mother and a good friend of your wife. I will, for a price allow you to relieve yourself using my body. If this is acceptable to you we have a deal, if not good evening and good bye." She countered. "Holy shit! Does your husband know about this?" He says exasperated. "No! And he won't find out, just as your wife won't find out if we don't say anything." "This is very interesting." Mr. Simon says, rubbing his chin in thought. "Why can't we just go over to my place and discuss this in more detail." He asks. "Because the rules are that we do it my way or no way Mr. Simon. Understand?" "Not good enough. I want you on your back in my bed with soft music playing in the background." He insisted. Oh god, she thought, I've done it now. How am I going to extricate myself from this predicament, she wondered, her mind racing. Then she realized he was just full of hot air, but dangerous if alone while sexually stimulated, just like all men. "OK, but not now, I have the kids with me. How about tomorrow night, late, say midnight?" She offers as sincerely as she can muster. "Fine, it's a date, my place at midnight." He says and grabs the back of her head, crushes his lips into hers and forces his tongue into her mouth. "Tomorrow." He says, much too confidently. Where did all that bravado come from, she wondered. How did she lose control of this man? Was she losing her power over the male of the species? She was shaken and knew she couldn't show up at his place without a plan to defuse the arrangement. She grabbed the kids, went home and began to plan ways to deal with this terrible turn of events. Denise's Business Denise couldn't sleep, she tossed and turned, until the thought of Gloria crept into her mind. How she wished that Gloria was here to talk to. She would know what to do with an asshole like Mr. Simon. Sitting straight up in bed, she said out loud, "That's it!" Dan wakes momentarily, she pats him and tells him "its ok, honey, go to sleep." She gets up and calls Gloria. "Good god, do you know what time it is?" Gloria says into the phone, "Who is this?" "It's me, Denise. Gloria, wake up. I need to talk." Without giving her all the facts, Denise explains that Mr. Simon has duped her into a situation that she doesn't want to be part of. And that he expects her to be at his place at midnight for sex, or else. "Ha, I wish I had your problems, Denise, men don't threaten me, I threaten them." Gloria chuckled. "Be serious, Gloria, I'm in a real fix here." "I know, Denise, I know. And I have the perfect solution." Gloria says confidently, "Here's what we do...." Anxiety didn't describe the anguish Denise felt the whole day, Saturday. She fidgeted and was totally consumed by the plan that Gloria had concocted. It was brilliant, but would it work? Could she pull it off? By the evening she was exhausted from the stress of the constant worry. Then the phone rang. It was Mr. Simon reminding her of their date that evening. She was incensed, angry that he would violate her sanctum sanctorum, her home. She steeled her nerves, and resolved to end this tonight. At eleven thirty Dan was fast asleep and Denise slipped out, started her car and made her way, slowly to Mr. Simon's house. She parked two houses down so as not to be conspicuous, walked up to the front door, and knocked softly. Mr. Simon opened the door wearing a big grin and a smoking jacket, little else. "Hi, glad you're on time, I've been expecting you." He says. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." She returned with equal sarcasm. With a furrow of the brow wondering what she meant by the comment, he invites her in to the living room, motioning to a wine glass on the table and says, "Have a drink, to us, a beginning," Holding his glass in a toast. "Mmm, this is good." Denise coos, then asks, "Where's the bedroom?" "Top of the stairs, on the right." He says eagerly. Let me freshen up and I'll be right there." She says in her best fuck-me voice. "There's the wash room, I'll just wait upstairs for you." He says pointing, dazed that it was going so well. Damn this is going to be one hell of a fuck, he thought. Denise turns the water on in the sink, peers out the door, up the stairs to make sure he couldn't see her, then goes to the front door and lets Gloria in, informing her where the bedroom was, she sneaks back, turns the water off and climbs the stairs to the bedroom door. Pushing it open, she pulls her blouse over her head, holding it in front of her breasts she modestly unfastens the bra and reaches with her free hand to the light switch and switches it off. Denise moves across the room to the bed, reaches forward and feels first one leg then the other, moving up his torso, she feels his bare flesh as it quivers under her touch. She breathes heavily into his waiting mouth and says, "I almost couldn't wait. I had to have you. Now just lie back and enjoy." Denise begins to lick his nipples and draws tiny little circles with her tongue on his chest and stomach, finally, moving down to his erect penis. He was well endowed she thought. Maybe that's where he got his confidence from, she imagined. She took his penis into her mouth and with a swirling motion of her tongue began to circle the tip with teasing licks from underneath the head to the crown, and then with a thrust, she stroked her hand the full length of his prick. She placed the tip of it in her mouth and very sensuously presses forward until the head was hitting the back of her throat, she gagged, pulled off and coughed, "I'm sorry-gasp-gurrg, I'll be right back." As she got up and went to the rest room, coughed, hacked, and then silently returned to the room. Mr. Simon smiled as she gagged on his huge male member; he relished the opportunity to gag the most desirable woman in town. He closed his eyes as she began to swallow his cock again, this time she was much less tender and caring, she was much rougher and it excited him greatly. He was fighting off an orgasm, knowing he wanted this night to last. Just as he tried to pull away from her grip, he noticed her large sagging breasts drag across his thighs. He wondered, what had happened to her firm taught breasts when flashes of light blinded him over and over again. "What the fuck!" He yelled. "Who are you? What are you doing to me?" "Well, honey, I'm Gloria and I'm gonna fuck your lights out." She says as she maneuvers up to place his penis at the opening of her vagina. Flash, Flash goes the camera that Denise is holding, recording the very sordid affair Mr. Simon is having with the Hair Dresser. "Oh shit." Is all he can say. "Honey, as I understand you like to treat little girls rough. Just how much do you like it rough yourself?" Gloria asked as she began to plunge his swollen penis in and out of her pussy. "Damn," He says, "You guys are gonna get it for this." "We're already getting it, honey; you had better shut up and listen while Denise explains the rules again to you." Gloria warns him. Denise begins, saying, "Mr. Simon, you will be required to service us at regular intervals agreed upon by Gloria and myself. You will pay for this opportunity as we see fit. If you break any of our rules, these pictures will be published in the local paper with an admission by Gloria that you two had a torrid love affair behind the back of your doting wife. Do you understand?" Realizing he was beaten, He just shook his head in the affirmative. And resigned to get what he could from these two women. Besides, this Gloria woman was pretty good at what she was doing. He liked the strong controlling type; it made him feel inferior and vulnerable. Damn, this was getting hot, he thought. This could be a great arrangement. Denise, feeling somewhat vindicated, moved to the bed, straddled his face and allowed him to lick her clitoris to orgasm, taking a picture or two along the way. As the three of them sucked and fucked the night away, the bond between Denise and Gloria was solidified in a most profound way, Denise just looked into her friend's eyes and said, "Thank you." Gloria kissed her friend and continued to stroke her new man-meat that Denise had provided her. Thinking how wonderful a person Denise was, she smiled that crooked little smile and came over and over again.