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My Whore Wife Natalya Ch. 01

By: cornferry2



 I am reposting my stories that were under a different profile name. They are mine. I changed the names a bit for personal reasons.

*****

I sat next to him in the bar knowing exactly who he was. His name was George. He was not a good looking guy, large nose, rough complexion, stocky build but clearly quite rich. And, it was also clear that he had been around. This international business scene put a mark on some men. He was worldly, cynical and a bit worn down.

I struck up a conversation with him discussing why he was here at a bar in Ukraine. As expected, he spoke perfect English. He told me he did business here from time to time. He was a consultant who helped new companies start up and make connections to the west.

He asked what I was doing here. I didn't lie. I told him that I was passing through, having a few business meetings and then onto Moscow. 

I asked if he had ever been to Moscow. And he replied that he had often. "Women are great there," I said forcing the conversation in a direction I wanted it to go. "Gorgeous."

I knew this for fact. You see, I met my new wife Natalya there a few years ago. She is a beautiful brunette with a long thin back, nice legs and the world's best ass. She is loyal, loving and genuinely wonderful. When we met she was in her mid-thirties and had been single all her life. 

The only thing was that she loved sex. She is fantastic in bed. Don't get me wrong, I am not complaining, but after dating for a while, I started to think about how she got that good. She told me that she had about 20 relationships over 20 years. By American rules, that meant much more, maybe double. I wondered if it was the same with Russian women. So I began to ask her about her past.

She had no problem telling me everything. In fact, she seemed quite proud of her history of sex. She counted her lovers like beads on a rosary. It was not long before I became obsessed with her ex-lovers. This one name George, who she called her Dutch man, particularly intrigued me. 

She always said he was a good guy but a bit dirty. He had been her lover for 5 years, but she had others during that time as well. What got me was that he was willing to finance her life, pay her bills and buy her clothes, etc. I always wondered what he received in return. To an American ear, this sounded like prostitution, but Russia was different. Men covered bills for their girlfriends all the time. He was not Russian, though. He was Dutch. Did he see it the Russian way? Or, was my wife a really whore to him?

He was based in Kiev now, so when I had a chance to come to Ukraine on business, I hatched the idea that I would hear this story from his own mouth. I tracked him down and followed him to the bar.

"Yeah, and horny, but expensive. I like them better here, just as gorgeous, just as slutty, and fewer expectations."

"You ever date any girls in Moscow."

"Sure, lots. One for quite a while."

That was it. I knew he was talking about her. My dear, Natalya.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. It was never serious. I liked her at first, she is beautiful like a classic movie star, very stylish, smart and what an ass! But in the end, we knew it was not forever, and it became a very simple relationship. I just came into town and fucked her about once a month. I had an apartment there, well she did, but I paid for it. I paid her bills and bought a few gifts when I came to town."

"That sounds expensive."

"Not really when you add it up. I was in town 3 to 4 days at a time, that's $1000 bucks in hotels rooms. Add $400 a night for whores and that's $2600 bucks, so I saved a $1000 a month really. I had a nice clean apartment and gorgeous piece of ass waiting for me there."

"So you thought of her as your whore?"

"For the last few years, yeah. I mean basically, I fucked her, and she took money. What you do you call it?"

I just nodded. It was amazing to me that he was talking about my wife. I could barely imagine it, but it was true. Now the key question.

"Was the sex good?"

He laughed out loud. "I never fucked better. She was the horniest bitch, I have ever met. The nastier it got, the more she liked it."

"What do you mean nasty?"

"Let me tell you. I would fly into SVO and send her a text that I was in town and be there in an hour. She would text back telling me what she was going to me... suck my cock, lick my balls, and let me face fuck her. She loves that."

I almost fell out of my chair. "You're kidding. Did she do it all?"

"And, more. That was the tip of the iceberg, my friend. I would walk in the apartment and she would greet me with a cigar and scotch wearing lingerie, you know those little baby doll outfits with tiny panties, and wearing high heels... $400 high heels."

"Wow, I can never imagine."

"Russian women like being sexy unlike fucking American girls. They all want to be men. Russian women are women. They dress sexy, do their makeup and want to please their men. Anyway, before I even got in the door, she dropped to her knees, pulled out my cock and started sucking and licking. She loved giving head. It actually made her wet. I would hold her head and push my cock down her throat making her gag and drool all over herself. She loved it rough

"After a bit, we go into the bedroom,, and I'd sit on the bed. She'd get down and start sucking my balls telling me how much she missed me and appreciated all I did for her. But we both knew the score. I paid, she sucked and fucked. It's fair. I didn't ask about her life, she didn't ask about mine."

I could not believe he was talking about my beautiful wife in such a way. It was strange. In a way, it turned me on. 

"She had a rule; no blow job was a blow job until I came. Russian women take pride in making a man cum. It is an accomplishment for them and Natalya wanted me to cum over and over."

That was true. She is still the same. One of the things I love best about her.

"So, I would always stand up at the end, her face right there between my balls and asshole. She would put her tongue deep in my ass and jack me off. She loved the degradation of tongue fucking my ass. I would not shower the day I came to Moscow on purpose just to see what she could take. She took it all. I have never had a rimjob like hers. What a dirty slut. It's turning me on just thinking about it."

Me too. My dick was hard in my pants listening to how he would degrade my wife.

"When I came, I would tell her it was time, and she would take it all over her beautiful face. She would play with it then put it in her mouth moaning he entire time and finger fucking herself. Natalya was without a doubt the dirtiest whore I ever knew."

When he said her name, it bowled me over. The reality was setting in. My wife had been his dirty whore. 

"It was a great way to come into town. We would eat, watch a movie or something. Rarely talked. She liked all these boring Russian movies. I would usually fall asleep. She would wake me up by grabbing my dick again and stroking it.

"I would get hard and she would turn around, thrust that gorgeous ass out at me and wiggle around. She loved it from behind."

With me it was always missionary, looking into each other's eyes, loving and sweet. She insisted on it. This was something different. 

"I get up over her and start fucking her from behind. She squealed with pleasure. I would ask her if how she wanted it, 'fuck me hard. I am a slut. Your slut.'

"So I would. I was in pretty good shape then and would thrust it hard in her and very fast while slapping her ass and verbally abusing her. It seemed that the nastier I treated her, the hornier she became. Soon, she would reach behind her and pull her ass cheeks open so I could see her asshole stretched. I could feel the heat of it against my belly. I would put my cock in her cunt, and she would start fucking back on me.

"I loved the noises she would make. Like a little dog barking. One of those little dogs you want to kick away. Eventually, I started calling her my doggy. My slut doggy. It sounds better in Russian. She loved it. I told her to bark louder, and I would buy her some shoes. Russian girls are nuts about shoes. She barked like a dog for me. Can you imagine?"

I could and it made me crazy. I was getting hard listening to the way this man disgraced Natalya.

"The trick to fucking the bitch was to make sure she had at least 2 glasses of wine. Get her a bit drunk, and she would do almost anything. She told me she got fucked in the ass during a cocktail party at a business conference once after 3 glasses of Merlot. She did not even know the guy. She met him on the way to the bathroom. He just bent her over, pulled down her panties and fucked her right in the hallway of the conference center. He spit on her ass and shoved his cock in. She felt the cum leaking out of her asshole the rest of the night. Of course, she was wearing a $2000 dollar dress I bought her at the time," he laughed. "I love that story. Dirty girl.

"Anyway, I eventually would have to get into that ass. She had bigger orgasms from anal and anticipating it made her even dirtier. I would slide my cock in that warm ass. It would open right up and take me in so, clearly she took it up the ass a number of times by guys with bigger dicks than my uncut bastard. She would tell me to treat her like a whore. That was easy... that was what she was. I would grab her hair hard. Pull it back and put my fingers in her mouth. Then I would shove her face into the bed and push as hard as I could. 

"Once I decided to drag her by the hair and shove her head in the toilet. She almost drowned while I ass fucked her, but I have never seen her orgasm harder.

"In the end she would start crying when she orgasmed. At first I freaked out about this, but after a few times, I realized she cried when she came because it was so intense. Natalya was fucked up in many ways."

Hmmm, I thought. I never remember her crying. Does that mean she doesn't orgasm with me? She always says I am her good guy. Maybe I am too good.

"She liked it when I would cum on her asshole, then stick my dick in again and fuck her more so she could hear it all wet. I would then pull out and have her clean me with her mouth. Boy she was fantastic. I miss her. I do"

"What happened? Why don't you see her anymore? You don't go to Moscow?"

"No, I go from time to time. My last time, she told me she had been dating a guy for a month and thought he was the marrying kind. She had found a sucker to take her on for life. Anyway, I didn't want to be in the middle of that, so we fucked one more time, best ever if you ask me, and I left. We text dirty messages from time to time. She still sends me naked pictures of her masturbating with the huge dildo I bought her, but I have a new girl here and Natalya's ass was getting fat anyway."

I realized now, that she had cheated on me with him. Well once wasn't too bad. It was at the beginning I guess, a goodbye romp. Was that so bad?

"I feel sorry for the poor fucker that married her though."

That raised my attention. "Why's that?"

"Well this girl is not the faithful kind. She fucks around all the time. She writes me and tells me about it because she knows it gets me off. She even blows her boss at least once a week and sleeps with married guys at lunch. She says she like the married guys now because they can keep a secret. They give her gifts and she fucks them. She told me that she once fucked a guy in the hallway outside her apartment while her husband was sitting inside. She took his cum in her mouth then kissed her husband hello a few minutes later. "

I was devastated. My wife was still out there having sex with other men. Then I thought it might just be stories she sent him to get him excited. That seemed more like her. She is a giving person.

He took a last drink and slammed his glass down. "Well, good talking to you. I have to head out. Good luck with everything." He offered his hand. I shook it and he started to walk out. Suddenly he tuned and said "You know, I may just look her up in the next few weeks when I am back in Moscow. I have not had such a good fuck in a while." Then he left through the front door of the bar.

I had gotten what I wanted. I met George and he was all that I expected and more. I went to my hotel and was awake all night thinking about this man taking my beautiful girl the way he described. I thought of the ways he described using my wife to the extreme and got so turned on. I had to get release and ended up cumming three times by my own hand before I fell asleep. 

Just as I drifted off I thought, I have to hear more about her sexual past. What a great whore I married.

My Whore Wife Natalya Ch. 02



I am resubmitting these stories under a different profile. They are mine. For personal reasons, I have changed some of the names.

*****

I became obsessed with my wife Natalya's former lovers. She told me about them proudly, and the more I heard, the more I needed to know the details. 

You see, she is great at sex, and I was curious how she had gotten that way. I met her while doing a project in Russia and was so overwhelmed by her beauty and passion. Though she is petite, she carried herself like a high end fashion model. She had black hair and deep, dark eyes, a naturally thin body and the best ass any man ever saw.

Natalya knows how to treat a man. She teases me, keeps me interested but at just enough of a distance to make me work for her attention. Then when she finally gives in and allows me to make love to her, I am in pure, lustful heaven. 

When I met her, she was in her mid-thirties and never married. She had told me that she had about 20 lovers. How she counted them, I eventually would learn, was not the way most of us counted our lovers. She was referring to relationships, not men she had sex with. In fact, the number was much higher.

Her last relationship was with a Dutch fellow named George and it seemed a bit strange to me that he paid her bills and only expected sex in return. I thought this a bit too much like prostitution and when I met George he confirmed that it was an arrangement of sex for money. I wondered if she saw it the same way. I did not know that this was just the tip of the iceberg, until I went to a cocktail party that was attended by another man from her past. 

Natalya is what they call in Russia an "office girl." This means she works in the city rather than staying at home taking care of kids as a wife or doing very little as a single, kept woman. I admire her for this, but I also know that this is because she thrives on attention. Natalya enjoys the social atmosphere at the office and uses it to her advantage to boost her libido. More than that, she likes to talk with the men she encounters either as coworkers or business partners and feels that flirting is part of the fun of working. 

When Natalya goes to the office, she dresses in very sexy clothes. Nothing trashy mind you, but in fact quite elegant in a way that shows her off her body by accentuating her gorgeous ass and emphasizing her breasts. She never wears a bra, it makes her feel constrained, and in the right light, many of her tops are see-through.

It is impossible to be a man and not pay attention to her. When she is speaking, she might stroke her neck or touch your arm, play with the hem of her skirt and show some leg, or flip her hair and smile seductively. She has a definite oral fixation and habitually puts her necklace with the pendent I gave her in her mouth. She is one of these women who just represents sex. What is amazing is that you never know for sure if it is you bringing this sexuality out this in her, or if this is just the way she is. 

So one night soon after we married, I went with her to an office holiday party that also included a number of business partners and clients. I had met various people in her office, but this was the first party I attended. 

Natalya looked spectacular in her dress. She had bought it in London for $2500 euros, and it was worth it. It was black, with no back, tight at the waist and loose in front. She has an amazing back. What surprised me though was how unashamed she was. It hung on her in such a way that her entire body was visible almost as if she was wearing nothing at all, but she went about as confidently as if she were wearing a coat.

Typically, once we were in the door, she was off socializing, mostly with men, and leaving me virtually on my own. She believed that parties were to mingle and that couples should separate as a matter of etiquette. She was always quite extroverted, so it was easy for her but for me, I felt like a wall flower.

I decided to get myself a drink and found the only fellow I knew to chat with. His name is Ivan. Natalya went to school with him and introduced us a few months before we were married. He was quite personable and friendly. In other words, he was not your typical Russian. We talked for about an hour before I instinctively began to search the room for Natalya. 

She was in the middle of the room and never had to get a drink on her own. I noticed she was speaking with a very good looking man who was almost too pretty to be a guy. He wore fine, tailored clothes and had a scarf around his neck like a famous actor. He was thin, average height but had a naturally tan face, blue eyes, and carried himself with ease and confidence. When I found her, she was laughing and touching him on the chest. He smiled at her as if they knew each other quite well. I asked Ivan who he was.

"Oi, that's Dmitry Korovski."

The name struck me. It was the man who had been her lover for years when she was in her late teens and early twenties. She told me about him many times. He was her obsession really. They had dated for almost ten years off and on. He was very successful and the more money he made, the more of a narcissist he became. He cheated on her constantly and showed little emotion to her when she complained. In the end, he became cruel and even when she finally ended it, he barely reacted but to toss her to the street. 

"Do you know him?"

"Do I? We were partners in a club during the nineties. We worked together for years. He is quite a bastard though. Pushed me out when had the chance. I owe him nothing."

"He dated Natalya, I believe, some time ago."

My friend sort of smiled. "Yes. I suppose you could say that."

I caught the look in his eye. "Why do you say it like that? Is it not true?"

Ivan turned toward Natalya and Dmitry. "It was not what I would call a normal relationship."

He had my curiosity now. "Tell me. What happened between them?"

"I don't think it is my place," He hesitated. "She should really be the one..."

"She did tell me about him. She was in love with him for a long time."

"That is true. She was obsessed with him really. Like a puppy following him around trying to please him all the time. She would do anything for him." I was starting to get excited again. That strange feeling I had when I had talked to George. "Tell me."

Ivan looked around. "Alright, but you cannot tell her I said."

"Of course."

Ivan looked around then said "Ok, but follow me." He headed to the back of the room where there was an unoccupied conference room. I followed him in. "Shut the door," he said. And then, he sat down in a one of the fine leather chairs. I sat across from him. 

He started by saying that it was a crazy time in Russia and that many people did things that they otherwise would not. He was not proud of a lot of things he had done, and I should not hold anything against Natalya. "She was young and none of us was prepared for what was to come.

"As you know, Natalya and I went to the same school. When the market opened up, we had access to things that we had never had access to before like restaurants, night clubs, and drugs... lots of drugs. I met Dmitry in a club and we became friends then partners. We took our opportunity and opened a night club, Royale. His idea was to bring in girls, lots of girls, regularly to make it popular. I told him about Natalya, how beautiful and innocent looking she was, and he wanted to meet her.

"She was beautiful. It was true. She was the most popular girl in our school with her gorgeous hair, her big, soft lips, and her little body. All the boys loved her. At 19, she was exactly what every man wants.

"When they met, it was like lightning struck. I remember I brought her to the club and they talked all night. I watched them retreat to his office, and I knew what was going on. Dmitry was good looking, confident and always seemed like he would be a powerful guy. I was a bit jealous to tell the truth know she would fuck him right away like that. 

"At first he treated her like a girlfriend giving her flowers and presents. She was clearly in love. Then he started to meet other women around the club, and we became more and more successful. He started treating her differently. He dressed her in sexier clothes, would rub her legs and grab her ass in public and told everyone how she would do anything for him.

"He liked to tell stories to his friends about how he would humiliate her sexually. When he would take a shower he would order her to sit at his feet in the tub and lick his balls. She was not allowed to move. He would put his cock in her mouth and force her to take it deeper and deeper until she had tears in her eyes and gag. He would have her clean his ass thoroughly with her tongue and In the end, he would cum all over her face.

"He said that he made her wake him every morning with a blowjob and if he had to take a piss, she would follow him and hold his dick. When he was done, she would clean it with her tongue and put it away. I am not sure these stories were true, but that is what he would say.

"The more he cheated on her and humiliated her, the more she wanted to please him. She would do anything to make him happy. One night we were at the club sitting around a table and drinking champagne. Dmitry was talking to a model and was clearly intent on fucking her. Natalya was sitting next him across from the model and was trying to get his attention. Finally, he told her that she should crawl under the table and suck his cock. She stared at him for a minute. He said that he was serious and if she ever wanted to come into the club again, she would do it. He also suggested that she was not very good at it and that he thought the model would do a better job. 

"Natalya took this as a challenge. She slipped under the table and got on her knees. There was no table cloth or anything, so anyone passing could see her ass bent under the table and her head bobbing up and down on his dick. I could not see anything under the table but I know that Dmitry was pushing her head down so that his cock was in her throat. He told us all that she was clearly his whore. Then said for us to watch as he kissed the model as Natalya took his cum in her mouth. She rose up wiping her mouth but he left with model immediately. She spent the rest of the night sitting in the booth alone. She did not know she had a drop of his cum in her hair and no one wanted to tell her."

Listening to this, I was getting hot. I could not believe she would be humiliated like that. I thought to go out and beat the shit out of this guy. Ivan saw my face and said, "It's not like she was not all for it. She enjoyed being submissive to Dmitry. It was all a rush to her. The worse she was treated, the more she got off on it. He told her what to do and she basically accepted it, no matter what. He would tell her to take off her panties in the middle of a busy room and hand them to him and she would not hesitate. He would take her on excursions around town and have her flash other men, and she would do it. She really enjoyed being the submissive little slut. 

"Knowing her as I do, I believe she has a complex, a need to please men who have power over her. Perhaps because her father was a prick to her, so she got no love to speak of as a child. Dmitry was very similar to her father, and she wanted to please him. Somehow he knew this, so he humiliated her more and more for it.

"Then she got into cocaine. Most of us did at that time. There was no law against it, and it was coming into the country by the liter. Dmitry hated drugs and punished her for becoming addicted. He started treating her worse when she was high. One night we were all riding getting ready for a big night. Natalya had done a few lines, was horny and very insecure. She was trying to get his attention while he was on the phone. She was insisting. Dmitry was clearly annoyed by her behavior. He stopped his call and told her if she did not shut her mouth, he would put something in it. She kept at it. 

"He hung up his call and told her to strip out of her clothes. There were six of us in the limo mind you. Me and my woman, a client of ours and his wife, and Dmitry with Natalya. She did not do it right away, then he yelled at her to take of her fucking clothes. She smiled, actually smiled at him, and biting her lip slipped out of her dress. I don't know what she was thinking, but she looked excited. She reached for his crotch, but he stopped her. He pointed to our client. 

"He was a big guy in his fifties, heavy and bald. He may have been good looking once, but now he was fat and old. 'Blow him.' Dmitry told her. She hesitated and he slapped her face. Not hard. Just enough to get her to pay attention. She smiled again. I think she was deranged at the time. It was more than just the cocaine. 

"Natalya crawled across the floor, her ass in the air. It was the first time I saw her in that positon. Her pussy and asshole were clearly visible. She reached under his belly, undid his pants and pulled out his cock. It was long, thin, and very white. One of those uncut alien looking cocks. Ugly as hell. Our client did not put up a fight, why would he? The man's wife was clearly shocked but did nothing either. Maybe she was afraid of Dmitry or maybe she took a secret delight in what was happening to Natalya. I think we all did a bit. There is something about watching an attractive woman getting sexually dominated that everyone likes to see, like looking at a car wreck."

My reaction to this surprised even me. I was pissed at Dmitry still and ready to kill the fucker for the way he had treated her, but I was also strangely curious about how far she would go to please him. She was his slut. I wondered how she could get from this point to being the confident woman I know today. I think Ivan somehow knew that I was interested.

"She started by licking the head of the ugly thin dick tentatively while we all watched. Dmitry did not like her caution and told her to go deep. She took his whole cock her mouth, a task made difficult by the large belly flapping over. 'Lick his balls,' he told her. She lifted his prick and put her head deep between his fat, sweaty thighs. The old man was in ecstasy to have this twenty year old beauty giving his prick a tongue bath. 'Now his ass' Dmitry ordered. She got low, spread he guy's fat, floppy ass checks and stuck her tongue beneath. She did not hesitate this time. She used her tongue to clean him thoroughly and then fucked him with it. I only prayed he had taken a shower before we all went out that night.

"After a bit, Dmitry told her to get on her hands and knees and let the guy fuck her. She finally balked at this. Can you imagine that THIS is what bothered her. Dmitry picked up her dress and tossed it out the window. 'Fuck him if you ever want to be with me again!'

"Natalya was affected by this, but not how you would think. She groaned with delight. She was really a submissive. The whole scene made her wet. I could smell her cunt from where I was.

"She got on the seat and lifted her ass. 'Pull your cheeks apart.' She reached behind her with both hands and pulled her ass cheeks open stretching her pretty pussy and asshole. Our client was excited now. He plunged into her without mercy and began fucking her roughly. She moaned then screamed. She had a funny sound she made, like a small dog barking. 

"Finally, Dmitry came over, pulled out his cock and waved it in her face. I had never seen it before. It was massive. So long and thick, she could barely fit it in her mouth. So now she was getting it from both ends while we watched. He would pull it out from time to time and slap her face with it. She as crying but with delight, not sadness. 

"Soon the fat, old guy came deep inside her then pulled out. Dmitry made her lick him clean. He then fucked her on her back a bit and had her lick him again. Finally, he came all over her face. She clearly enjoyed this. Natalya cleaned herself with her fingers and swallowed his semen. She was then rewarded with another line of coke. Dmitry gave her his jacket but she remained nude underneath for the rest of the evening."

At this point, I was simply amazed. My Natalya partied with cocaine and fucked two guys with other people watching. I knew that she had tried drugs, but sex of this kind never entered my mind. She just seemed more sophisticated than that. But she was young at the time and it sounded like she had fallen into a bad crowd. I wondered when she had ended this and how. I asked Ivan this.

"This type of thing went on for a while. Perhaps a year. Now that Dmitry knew that he could control her in this way, he would have her do favors from time-to-time. Not always. He knew she was too special to just whore her to anyone. He saved her for when it was important to please a client or official. She never objected. In fact, I believe she kind of enjoyed being the one to seal deals. 

"I never mattered to her who the guy was or how he looked. She did what Dmitry told her. She stripped for them in club and then took them to the VIP room and let them fuck her every possible way. The uglier they were and the dirtier the sex the more she seemed to enjoy it. I think she subconsciously was punishing herself, but for what, I don't know. 

"Eventually, she came to her senses. It was a not the way she was being pimped out that did it though. It was when she entered Dmitry's office and found him fucking two girls on his desk. He had them both bent over and was going back and forth fucking their asses. He told her to come in and kiss his ass while he fucked them or get out and shut the god damned door. For the first time, she did not go in.

"Natalya did not leave him right away. He managed to convince her that it was all ok and that he loved her only, but from that point on, you could see her attitude change. She began to refuse him and argue with him. Finally, he kicked her out for being too difficult."

"He left her?" This is not what I had been told. "She sees it the other ways around."

"Look my friend; she also believed she had a relationship with him as if he was her boyfriend, not her pimp. Natalya is a bit neurotic that way. She sees things the way she wants to see them. But he never lied to her or led her on. He gave her money and a place to live. In exchange, she fucked who he told her to fuck. Face it, Natalya is a whore. She has always been."

This got me very mad. "I thought you were her friend. She speaks so highly of you and you call her this. I think she is one of the most beautiful and sophisticated women I know. I am not sure I believe this craziness."

"Look, I love her as much as you do. I always have since we were little kids. But, she has always been the same. She has always wanted attention from men. She does not regret it. In fact, she finally decided to become the best whore in Moscow and practiced at it. When she was not with a sponsor, she was practicing sex in all its forms. She tried different positions. She became a star at deep throating. She even finally tried anal and learned to love it. She would try almost anything. Threesomes, orgies, bukkake parties. She was on a mission. Look around my friend. There is hardly a man you see that she has not sucked off. Face it, you are married to the most well-known whore in Moscow."

"You're full of shit. How could you know so much about it?"

"Because, my friend, I was the man who she practiced with. I have done everything you can think of to your slut of a wife and more." He winked and stood up to exit the room. I was too taken aback from this last revelation to move. As he left, I felt his hand on my shoulder. "A bit of relationship advice for you, my friend. I would not leave Natalya alone at a party for too long. You are likely to find her in the toilet with a cock down her throat."



My Whore Wife Natalya Ch. 03



I am resubmitting these stories under a new profile. They are my stories. I changed some names for personal reasons.

*****

My obsession with my wife's past sex life changed our relationship forever.

A few months ago, I met Natalya's previous lover in the Ukraine where I confirmed that she had indeed entered into a sex for money relationship. A few weeks later, at an office party, I learned from her friend Ivan that she was a club whore during her twenties. He even implied that she had later become an escort arranging afternoon and evening rendezvous with men she met through her work. 

In both cases, there was an underlying indication that she might still be living her previous lifestyle at some level. There was no evidence of this that I could find, though. She remained caring and loving, we had good sex and there were none of the signs of cheating such as multiple phones, long private conversations, coming home late or making excuses to be out of our apartment. I continued to trust that whatever her past, she was my girl now. 

My feelings toward these revelations were mixed. On the one hand, I was humiliated and angry that my beautiful Natalya was clearly not the woman I thought I had married. On the other hand, somehow, she was more exciting to me now. It was almost as if I wanted her to be more like her past self. I liked the idea that she had been used by men for sex.

One thing that was clear from both of the discussions was that Natalya is quite submissive. She never appeared this way to me. We always had an equal, loving relationship. Our sex was good in my view. In fact, it was her love of sex that made me curious to begin with, but what I heard from these men was the story of a very dirty and compliant woman who took orders and would do anything for her man. I began to test this theory bit by bit. 

When Natalya got out dressed to go outside the house, I told her I wanted her to wear this or that. Usually something sexy like stockings or a small mini skirt. I was firm in my demand when she protested and was surprised to find that easily took direction. Slowly I got it to the point that she dressed overly sexy and revealing. She would turn heads walking down the street. 

In bed, I began to take charge. I stopped asking if thing I did were "ok" with her. I just did them. Once, when I came home I kissed her, then without so much as a word, I turned her around, bent her over the couch and pulled down her panties from under her dress. She resisted a bit saying she was not ready, but I insisted. I buried my face in her ass and began to lick her asshole and pussy up and down. I even put my tongue in her ass. She became extremely horny and wet. Finally, I stood and plunged my cock into her and fucked her without mercy. 

In my mind, I turned over thoughts of Dmitry forcing her to fuck the old man in the limo and George making her lick his ass when he would come home. It made me want to fuck my wife, not make love, but fuck her like a nasty slut. She no longer protested. She just made the beautiful noises of a woman reaching orgasm. I became braver as we went on. I slapped her ass hard then pulled her cheeks apart and shoved my thumb in her bunghole. She just moaned with pleasure.

Soon I came deep in her. I pulled out. My dick was sloppy with both our juices. I told her forcefully to clean me with her mouth. She turned around and did this willingly and thoroughly all the while looking at me in a whole new way. This was the answer, Natalya is a submissive!

Now, I had a whole new toy to play with. Not only was my wife beautiful with thick, black hair, full red lips, a slim body on a petite frame, nice round tits and what is without a doubt the best ass I have ever personally seen; she loved taking orders and doing whatever I might tell her. Later that night she asked me, "Why did you do this? You were so different tonight?"

"Didn't you like it," I asked suddenly worried.

"Hmmmm, yes. It was nice. But it was not like you."

"I think you liked it a lot."

She smiled, blushing. "But what changed? You have never been this way. You are sweet and gentle. Not like some men."

This struck me almost as an insult. Like she was saying, "Not like real men." 

I thought about it. Why not tell her the truth? Or, at least, part of it. My feelings toward her had really changed. There was a time, just recently, when I wanted to protect her, hold her like an innocent girl. Now I knew the difference. I no longer felt the same. She was not innocent, and I no longer wanted to protect her. I wanted to exploit her. 

"I spoke to Ivan at the party a few weeks ago. He told me about you and Dmitry. He told me the truth." 

Natalya stared into my eyes. She recognized quickly that there was no point in lying. "You are upset? You don't love me anymore?"

This was good question. At that moment, I felt for her. She was clearly afraid that I would abandon her. "I do. I love you."

"I think you do not." She turned away from me and covered her head. 

Suddenly, I felt sorry for her. She must have known that eventually I would learn the truth about her. She was probably afraid of this day from the beginning of our relationship. How many women really want their husband to know how they were with other lovers especially if they were promiscuous? And, here she was, her husband learning that she was actually a whore for many men.

I put my arm around her and snuggled close. She took my hand. I could tell she was crying. How could I make her feel better? What could I say? The truth was the truth. I decided that she should not be embarrassed. Perhaps the solution was to embrace who she was. Accept her for what she is. 

"You know, I kind of liked hearing those stories." 

"No... no man wants to hear these things about his own wife."

"Hmmmm... I don't know, sweetheart. I knew you were sexy when I met you. Now I just know why." I pushed closer to her. I pressed myself against her perfect ass. I was getting hard again and she could feel it. She was no longer crying. 

"I like hearing about you having dirty sex. I imagine you in ecstasy, and it excites me." As I was saying it, I knew it was true. My cock was reacting.

I started to move back and forth. She could feel my cock on her pussy. She moaned a bit. She was wet from before, but I knew she was getting turned on again. She reached back and started to stroke me. 

"You don't mind that I was with many men?"

"Mmmmmm... No," I was hard as a rock. "I don't." 

She turned over and looked me in the eyes, all the while stroking me. "You like this, I think," She smiled. "You like that I was taken by them?"

"Yes." I pressed against her soft hand again. She let go of my cock and put her had to her mouth. She spit into them applied it as lubricant to my cock.

"You are dirty boy, I think. You want to hear about your wife getting fucked?"

"Uh huh."

"You want me to be a slut."

"Da (yes)."

She started kissing down my body moving her lips to my cock. I turned over. She positioned herself in a position between my legs so I could see her sucking on me. Her ass was in the air, her face in my crotch. She was making wet noises as she bobbed up and down. Finally, she went deep. My cock was in her throat. She gagged then did it again and again. The sounds were graphic. Strings of saliva ran from my dick to her mouth. She was fantastic. She was a professional.

She lowered her head to my balls and started licking and sucking them. I put my hand on her head and pressed down. At this point, I remembered George. I pushed and said, "Lick my ass." 

She seemed surprised by this at first then went down. When I felt her tongue on my asshole, I nearly came. I fought it because I wanted more. She licked around the rim and then penetrated me with her tongue. She was fucking my ass with her tongue while she stroked me. I was in heaven. I wondered if I could take this a step further, "You are my little whore, aren't you." I said it quietly, afraid that she would stop and be angry. "Yes darling. I am."

"Say it," I said. "Tell me."

"I am your whore. Your dirty whore." 

With that she rose up and climbed on top of me. Her pussy never felt so wet. "Treat me like a whore."

I put my hands on her hips and started thrusting inside her. Harder and harder I fucked my whore wife.

"You like being a whore?" I asked.

"Yes!" She screamed. "I do."

She never looked sexier as she road me. She was swiveling her hips. Getting herself off.

"You like fucking men. You like being a dirty whore."

"Yes! Fuck me!"

I thrust hard up. I did not want to cum yet though. I wanted more. I picked her up and positioned her on the bed. She loved sex doggy style more than anything. I got behind her. Spread her beautiful ass and pushed into her pussy. I thrust in and out of her for several minutes. I finally heard what the other men heard from her.

She was making the sound they described, like a little dog barking. This was incredible. I fucked her harder to hear it more. She really sounded like one of those little shitzu dogs. 

I am not as young as I used to be and needed to rest a bit, but I did not want to end this experience. It was the best fuck of my life, so I pushed her down so that I lay on top of her, still fucking her from behind slowly but mouth next to her ear. 

She was breathing heavily. I could feel it. "Hmmm... you liked being a whore didn't you?" I asked her while thrusting.

"Mmmmm hmmmm," She acknowledged.

"You liked the attention from different men. You like cock."

"Yes," she was breathless. "All those beautiful cocks."

"You liked being submissive to them. Doing what they told you."

"Yes," she was nearly crying again. This time in ecstasy though. She pushed her ass up against me.

"What do you like best?"

She did not hesitate. "When they cum."

"On your face?"

"Mmmmmmm. All over me."

"Why?" 

"It's hot. It's success."

I was fucking faster now. This was turning me on beyond belief. I did what I could to hold off. "What if I brought them all here? What if I had them all fuck you, had them cum all over you?" That did it for her. She came with a scream. I felt her juices spread all over me. She was crying and squirting. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Just at that moment, I decided to let go. I pulled out of her, moved climbing up her body and for the first time in our relationship, I came on her face covering the left side. I was spent. I simply fell on top of her.

Natalya had rolled up into a ball, her body shaking while she cried. I realized this was the first time I had truly given my wife extreme pleasure, a fantastic orgasm. I slid down next her and wrapped her in my arms. It was at that moment, I realized my wife truly was a whore. She wanted to be a whore, and it gave her great pleasure. I knew this discovery changed our relationship forever.



My Whore Wife Natalya Ch. 04



My new wife, as it turns out, was a whore before she met me. Not a street walker or even a call girl but nonetheless a whore. She repeatedly met with men and had sex with them in exchange for gifts or money. They did not always just give her money directly. Often they gave her expensive gifts, paid for her apartment, took her on trips to exotic places or covered her other expenses. One fellow bought her a car, an Audi A5. Another took her to Thailand for two weeks where they stayed in a luxury villa.

Of course, all of them expected sex in return, and she provided it. You see, Natalya loves sex. She loves the attention she gets from men, and she loves the reaction they give her when she teases them. When I married her, one of the things I loved most was how much she enjoyed it. 

My wife is beautiful. She is not tall, may be 160 cm. She has long, black hair and soft, white skin that is unblemished in any way. She has a petite frame, nice legs and the most beautiful ass anyone has seen. I have mentioned her ass before, but I don't think I have fully explained. It is not wide but slopes off her lower back and then rounds off perfectly like the shape of a peach. 

You may ask why I stay with her even after learning about her past adventures. Well, put simply, I love her. Since we met, I have thought of no one else. I have looked at no other woman with any serious intent, and I feel like I have been treated in a way that men dream of all their single lives. Natalya takes care of me. She wakes me in the morning by stroking my back or my hair. She makes me breakfast, ties my tie, and helps me with my coat. When I am in a crowd of people, she supports me and makes sure everyone knows how she respects me. She buys me little gifts and leaves them around for me to find. She gives me massages before bed. But most of all, she holds on to the belief, like most Russian women, that it is her duty to keep me sexually satisfied at all times. What I didn't know about Natalya was that she had also been a model, and I learned in difficult way.

One night she was out with a girlfriend, and I was home alone. I was watching a late night music video show on Russian television. I didn't usually do this but I was bored and not very tired. I was flipping the few channels provided and this was the only show I could really enjoy. My Russian is good but when I am tired, I don't want to work so much, and I found the music easier on my mind. 

Russian's like rap music as much as any American, and they love gangsta rap, as it called, especially. I don't mind because the women are hot and slutty, and it keeps my attention. Of course the videos, like in the US are quite misogynistic. Generally, the women are nearly nude in lingerie or bikinis and the men sing about getting head, fucking and doing drugs. Face down, ass up... that's the way we like to fuck, is a common line to be repeated in the Russian videos. 

Just as I was about to quit watching, this one particularly nasty video comes on. The main guy is wearing gold chains, has a few gold and silver teeth, tattoos up and down his arms and is rapping about "nasty whores" and "bitches" he pimps while women in bikinis dance around him. The song is expressing that all women are whores whether they are selling it on the street, in the board room or to rich men as wives. There were five or six women in the video as far as I can tell. They are all in skimpy clothing either rubbing money all over their bodies or giving the men lap-dances and shaking their asses in the TV. 

Suddenly I notice one ass that is unmistakable. I swore up and down they had cut to a shot of my Natalya's nearly bare ass. She had nothing covering her waist, and I could see the dimples I have come to know so well and the woman had long, wavy dark hair like her. Then she disappeared. 

I was awake and watching closely now.

They cut across several women all of whom were being handled by the men. Mostly, their bodies were shown only but occasionally they cut to the face for a brief second. One cut was of two of the women nearly kissing and stroking each other. From time to time there was a brunette shown alone wearing a mask, the kind they have a carnival or a Venetian orgy, dancing in a string bikini. She was crawling on the floor seductively trying to collect money that was being blown around her. This I could tell was my Natalya. I was 100% sure from the moment I saw her body and those beautiful lips.

At the end of the video, it was back to the main rapper who was surrounded by all the women now clearly topless (but not showing their tits to the camera) rubbing him all over and touching his gold chains. For the briefest second I could see a woman's head bobbing in the main guys lap just below th camera line. It was edited very closely, but I was sure of what I saw. Then the video ended listing the credits for the "song" to a band called ненастный, or in English, Nasty.

I had to see it again to be sure. Was Natalya possibly one of the women in this video? If so, why had she never told me?

I quickly got my iPad out and pulled up Dailymotion which is like Youtube but with less censorship. I typed in the name of the group and found the video. What surprised me more is that two versions came up. The "squeaky clean" version and the "dirty" version. I thought I must have seen the clean version already, so I chose the dirty version and was a bit excited about it. Sure enough, it was different. 

This one started with the girl in the mask. Except she was almost completely nude save for panties. She was in a crouch at the beginning and with money floating around her in the air. Then it cut to the main guy. This time his lyrics were even nastier. He used the work "fuck" openly and in English and had lines that were clearly edited before about fucking his whores in the ass if they disobeyed him. It cut back to the brunette who was removing her panties then rose up to be seen entirely. Now, I was all but sure this was my wife! The breasts on this woman were the same full but modest size, and her erect nipples were a perfect round pink. Her back was long and her legs perfect in high heels. But what gave it away was when she turned and bent over in front of the camera. Not only was her award winning ass recognizable, her pussy was clearly shown. I would recognize the slightly extended pussy lips anywhere. Holy shit, here was my wife on the internet fully nude!

The video cut away and they were back to club scene with the women giving lap dances to the men and the men pawing them. This time though, the women were stripped about half way through the video, so there is my wife rubbing up and down against this gold toothed rapper, his hands on her tits and at times slapping her ass all the while repeating the lyrics "I fuck my whores, their asses are mine."

Then the video cuts back to her dancing alone nude with the money floating around. The scene was very erotic as she pulled off some beautiful moves that showed her body well, but it was also demeaning as she tried to gather as much money as she could. Near the end, the club scene became entirely debauched as the women bounced on the men's laps simulating sex. In the last scene, it clearly showed the head of a raven haired girl bobbing in the rapper's lap giving the appearance of blowing him.

I was amazed. I watched it over and over, that combined feeling of shame and horniness flowing over me. I resisted the urge to masturbate to it though as I wanted her now. I wanted her badly.

I was asleep on the couch, the iPad on my chest when she came home in the morning. She walked in and sat next to me, picked up the iPad and saw what I had been watching. I was woken by the sound of her gasp. When my eyes opened, I saw the look of shock on her face. 

"Is that you darling?" I knew it was but was seeking confirmation.

"Da," she said. "A long time ago." She looked embarrassed and nervous. I think she should know by now that it would not bother me so much. 

I smiled. She is younger than me and what she thinks is a long time is different than I perceive it. "Not too long darling. This is what? Five years old?"

She looked at me with her dark eyes. Her lips were red and puffy and I could tell she was about to cry. She is always very sensitive. 

"I didn't think anyone would ever see this. I wore a mask and the rest was supposed to be hidden. I needed the money and..."

"I understand sweetheart. It's ok. I liked it."

Her eyes got wide, "You did?"

"Da. You know by now I am a bit of a pervert when it comes to you. Watching you dance nude knowing that not only were there men in the video but a crew shooting the video watching you turned me on. I have been waiting to see you," I reached over and moved her hand to may crotch. "So you could tell me the story."

She smiled a bit feeling my hardness. "You are dirty."

"I am."

She reached under my shorts and I felt her cool hand on my cock. I almost wailed with pleasure.

"Did you like it, being naked in front of all those people?"

"Da," she started to stroke me.

Did you like dancing on those men while they felt your tits and ass?

"Da," she whispered while moving her hand along my shaft.

"Did you like the lyrics of the music? When he called you a whore?"

"Not at first but after a while it made me horny. You know we filmed for over eight hours. I was constantly horny the entire time. I have never been so exposed. And they kept reminding us that millions of people would see this and that made me even more excited."

"Did you want to fuck them?"

"Da. I did want to..." she paused for a second, "And, I did fuck them."

I jumped at this. "You did."

"Sweetie," she said in the tone she always used when she thought I was being dunce. "You see us fucking in the video don't you?"

Holy shit! "You are actually fucking there? I thought it was simulated. They allow this?"

"How can anyone tell the difference, but yes. When they hired us to do this, they said that the band would only hire women who would have sex on camera. I needed the money so I went. It was only sex you know."

I almost blew my load right there but she stopped stroking worried that I was now angry at her. "That is fucking amazing," I said. I reached up and put my hands around her neck. I pulled her to my lips and kissed her hard. Then, I whispered to her "Tell me about it and suck my cock."

She smiled and ran her tongue against her lips instinctively. Then she positioned herself over my cock while I reached behind her and put my hand under her dress lifting it over her ass. She was wearing stockings from the night before and her pussy was dripping wet. 

She licked my cock a few times getting it wet and then continued to stroke as she told me the story.

Ivan had gotten her the opportunity and emailed her the studio address. He told her to dress just this side of slutty. She wore a dress that came to her knees but showed her body as if she wore nothing. She is good at dressing up but still seeming to be naked.

Ten women had been brought in by the agency and told that if they wanted to be in the video, they would have to be willing to be naked and performance sexual acts. The group wanted it to be real. Six of the women left, but four remained including Natalya. These women were taken to a dressing room full of sexy lingerie. They were told to pick what they want but not too much.

They were then brought out onto the sound stage. The rap group and especially the main guy were clearly bastards. They came right over and started touching the girls. It was not a few seconds before Natalya felt one starting rub her pussy over her panties. She had been warned that in this case, she was a sex object and nothing more. She kind of liked this freedom.

They shot the clothed version of the video first. The girls danced one time through the song while the crew filmed them from different angles. Then they changed costumes and did other segments. Natalya was given the role of the woman collecting the money. This one they did first in the bikini then were resetting to do it in the nude. An assistant the director walked up and offered her some ecstasy. 

"This will get you in the mood for the rest of the shoot." Natalya was no stranger to such drugs having spent her early twenties on the club scene. She was feeling wild that day, so she took it. 

They told her to get naked, and started the music and wind machine again. She peeled off her bra and her panties and the crew whistled. It was clear that this was not to be a professional shoot. They all made rude comment about how they wanted to fuck her tits and bend her over. During the shoot, the crew kept yelling at her to get the money but it was blowing around so hard it was almost impossible. "Grovel whore. Earn your money, slut!" They yelled. She tried to do this sensually, but it was just degrading. The ecstasy was kicking in, so she no longer cared. Whatever happened felt fantastic.

After the scene, she decided not to get dressed. She walked around set wearing nothing but heels, some costume jewelry and her mask. She went into a back room where another girl was waiting for her scene. She was in a bikini and had been made up to look very slutty. 

"She told me that I was absolutely beautiful and put her hand on my leg," Natalya told me between slurps of my cock which was raging to explode. "We ended up making out for about 20 minutes. Her lips were soft and her skin felt so smooth. She used her fingers on me making me very wet. Soon everyone came in and watched. I guess I was being too loud and the director cut the shoot. I came so hard being watched while this beautiful blonde fingered and kissed me that I cried like a baby. The people watching clapped and said they could smell how turned on I was."

That is when I came the first time. It was so intense, my soul nearly left my body. She put her mouth on me and swallowed it all. She looked at me satisfied with herself. 

After I relaxed, she lay down next to me her ass against my hips. I stroked her hair while she relaxed. 

After a bit I asked her if that was the first time she had been with a girl.

"No," she said. "I have been with girls before at the club but never in public or being filmed."

They filmed that part?

"Da. The cameraman came back with a hand camera and filmed the last few minutes. It is in the adult version of the video."

"I did not see that scene. I watched it lots of times last night and nothing like that was in there."

"Sweetie, that is not the adult version."

I leapt immediately and googled the video name, band and the words "adult version." Sure enough, it popped up on xvideos.com. I sat on the bed and watched. Natalya was behind me looking over my shoulder.

This one opened up in the same way as the R-rated version, with Natalya topless reaching for the money. In fact, for the first minute there seemed to be little difference but then the shot of her making out with the blonde came into view. Just at that moment, I felt her hand under me cool on and nice on my balls. I was hard again in an instant.

The rest of the video became a debauched orgy. The rapper and his friends were getting blown by all the girls, Natalya among them, while they sang cruel lyrics like "Women suck for money, money is their juice" and "Tickle my balls with your tongue, kiss my ass and I will give you some cash." It was not art, but it was absolutely nasty.

I was pulled in two directions once again. Here was my love being used by this rap group as nothing but a sexual toy. I should be disgusted or saddened, but it made me excited to see her so willing, so submissive and so engaged in the act. She was clearly the star of the group. She was on her knees under him, tonguing his hairy balls, his taint and possibly even in his asshole. She had one hand stroking his pale, but long cock and another through his legs playing with his ass. At one point, he pulled her back by her hair and started slapping her with his cock. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue taking it, enjoying it. 

The rap continued and they cut to scene looking directly at the rapper. Then the camera pulled back revealing more of him and then the ass of a bent over woman going back and forth, obviously fucking him. The camera continued back until you could see the top of the girl's head, then her eyes. It was at that point when I realized I was in for something. It was Natalya getting fucked from behind!

The camera pulled back further and there she was looking directly at me while another man fucked her hard. They allowed her sex sounds to play through. I could tell she was enjoying what she was doing because she was making her little dog barking sound. When Natalya is really excited getting fucked, she sounds just like a little dog, my slut puppy. 

At the same time I watched this fantasy, I had a reality of her kissing my back and stroking me furiously. One of the lyrics said something along the lines of "she should just admit it," then Natalya said directly into the camera "I am a dirty whore." She came in the video at that moment. 

I did all I could not to come. I wanted her how he had her. I stood up, pulled her off the bed, bent her over and entered her from behind. She was soaking wet. I imagine she was remembering how it felt to be in an elevated state, getting fucked in from of all those people from someone she didn't know to such degrading lyrics. 

I placed the iPad so we could see it, and pumped in and out of her. She was an instrument now for my pleasure and she loved it. She was barking on the video and in the bed. I took her hair and pulled her back putting my fingers in her mouth. Her flesh reddened and she started to cry. She was cumming hard the way she did. 

At the end of the video, the women were placed on their knees naked and closed in together, hugging one another, their faces pressed cheek to cheek. Around them were several cocks. The assumption was that they were those of the rap group but there were clearly many more. Perhaps the crew, perhaps stunt cocks. Either way, the women were drenched by cum from the cocks. It hit them in the face, the hair and all over their bodies. 

The last shot was of my lady, covered in semen, licking her lips and smiling behind the mask. I came hard as it faded from view. I was drained and satisfied by the idea that my wife was the ultimate music video whore.



My Whore Wife Natalya Ch. 05



 I am resubmitting my stories under a different profile for personal reasons and have changed some of the names and details. THEY ARE MY STORIES

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There is always that question in the back of your mind. You want to know the answer, but you don't really, but you do. It is frightening but a bit of a turn on. In the end you finally ask it. 

"Other than me, of course," just to eliminate the obvious answer, "Who was your best lover?"

Now with a woman like Natalya, this becomes complicated very quickly. You see, she is Russian, and she has a completely different view than a conservative American like me on love and sex. I should have known that this was going to be difficult for her to answer. At the same time, I was sure it was quite a pleasant exercise for her. As usual when I ask her to think about her sexual past, a smile began to form and her big brown eyes began to get a light in them.

"Well, that depends on what you mean, darling?" She started sitting up in bed with flirtatious smile, "There are different types of lovers. There are those who make you feel secure and taken care of. They are warm and comfortable. They may not make you cum a lot, but they make you feel good inside. Generally they are not sexy, so you end up cheating on them, unfortunately. Then there are the lifestyle lovers who are older and give you money and buy you exciting presents. They are nice because you are relaxed and can enjoy life but know that they don't want much more than the company of a beautiful woman. And, there are the ones, like you, who want to please you with their lovemaking. They are good at sex because their first goal is to take care of you. They are the ones you marry. But, then there are the men." This last category she emphasized by making a fist with her little manicured hands.

"What do you mean, the men?" This comment felt a bit insulting.

"You know, men. They just want to possess you, take you, fuck you and once they are satisfied, they are off to other things until the next time. They are bastards but you can't help but want them. It's a short term thing feeling, but it is uncontrollable."

"You have had such men."

"Sure. They are selfish lovers. Still, they can really be fantastic! Like being on... what do you call it?" She made an up and down movement with her arm.

"A roller coaster?"

"Da!" She said biting her bottom lip.

"So Dmitry is one of those?"

"No, he is a different kind. He is entirely selfish. He only loves himself. Very attractive but doesn't really care about anyone. It took me a long time to figure it out because I was too young and too much in love with him. No, Mikhail was like that. He was a man." Again, she made the fist.

Mikhail was from Armenia. He was a lawyer who Natalya met at a party once and had seen on and off for a year. She told me that Ivan had introduced them. She had come in and out of town over the course of a year and they went out. At first, I did not think anything of this but over time; I started to realize that there was more to it. They had had sex, he was married and he gave her gifts, expensive ones. After what I had learned recently about Alena's past, I now had a deeper curiosity about this relationship. 

You see, I had become obsessed with my new wife's past lovers. At first it was just trying understand how she had become so good at sex. I knew she was not a virgin when we met. Hell, I would not have been so excited by her if she was. But, it had now become clear that though she was almost a decade younger than me, she had many more experiences than I had. And, after meeting a few of the men from her life, my eyes were now wide open. She was a woman who enjoyed sex, was often supported financially or given gifts from her lovers, was extremely submissive and willing to do almost anything for a man who took care of her. She seemed to get off on being degraded and used. Hell, she had even had sex on film in exchange for money. In short, in American terms, my new wife was a whore when I met her.

Since we were married, however, she had been a dream wife. She is beautiful and always looked good, is fucking amazing in bed, always loving and sweet to me otherwise, and positively the best influence in my life. Still, her sexual history excited me. In a strange way, it was a bit humiliating knowing my wife had been treated like dirty slut by so many powerful men, but at the same time it made we extremely horny to hear about it, and I found myself wanting more. 

"I thought you only had a few dates with Mikhail." It was a probing statement.

She eyed me. She now knew how her stories affected me. She turned over in bed and gave me a kiss. Her hands ran down my bare chest downward to my cock. I was already hard.

"What do you want to know, sweetie?" She glided her fingers along my length.

"Did you fuck him?" Of course she had, I knew this, but it was a good question to start any story.

"Mmmmm... so many times. In fact, that was about all we did. He liked sex with me. That is about all. It did not start that way though. I think he was a little bit in love with me when we met, but when he realized I wasn't in love with him, he was happy just to fuck me, and it made me happy too. We had a chemistry that I cannot explain. I never wanted to spend time with him or go to theater with him, but sex was fantastic.

"You see, I need a man to look at, someone like you with pretty eyes, nice hair, a nice slim body. He was too... too manly in a way. He had hair on his chest and his back but not much on his head except for a thick mustache. He was in good shape, very good shape if you knew him, but he did not look it. His stomach was round with a bit of a belly, his chest sagged, and he did not have big shoulders. If I wore heals, I was taller than him."

"If you were not attracted to him, why were you with him?" I understood the answer almost as fast as I asked the question.

"He is very rich sweetheart. He took me on nice trips, we went to parties and the gifts he gave me were fantastic!" Her eyes glazed over as if she were dreaming of better times. "Plus he was a great lover, in that manly category. He smelled good like a man, strong like after exercising except all the time. He had also had a lot of energy. He could go a long time and was always, always horny... and... well..."

"He had a big cock?"

She smiled and nodded mischievously. "Huge. Long, not the longest but... how you would say it? Fat? I could not wrap my little hand around it. You he was just a... a... man. Some men are just men all around, and he was one of these."

I knew what she meant intuitively. He was full of testosterone, powerful, rough, kind of an animal. She didn't mean it as an insult, but it came across as, "He is a man, you are not really as much of one." It made me feel like I was missing something she needed. But hearing her talk about it and imagining this hairy guy with a huge dick taking my graceful, somewhat fragile wife, got me hard as a rock.

"He realized that I did not really have feelings for him. Don't get me wrong, he was great to be around, but I could never marry a man like that. Plus, he would cheat all the time. Rich, powerful men always do. This is when his attitude changed on me. He really just called me when he needed sex. We would meet for a bit, have sex, and then I would go home with enough for rent and wine for a month and take a bath in ice." She laughed. "If he wanted me around him at all, it was as to show off. He liked me to come to Ibiza with him and wear my string bikini to parties. He liked taking me into public events and wear sexy dresses. Like I said, spending time with him was not the point. It was being his sexual plaything I liked."

"So he was good in bed, then?"

She got a look in her eye that I had never seen before. "It was not so much what he was like in bed but what he was like in general. He didn't like talking. He was all action. At first it he would just be a bit rough. One time I remember that I showed up at his flat and did not make it in the door before he had taken me by my hair, kissed me hard and dragged me over dinning. Next thing I knew I was bent over, pressed against the table. He had my dress up and he spread my ass and put his thumb in it. He loved my ass..."

All men love Natalya's ass. It is not just the best feature on a beautiful woman, it is an unforgettable sight.

"Then he just forced his cock in me. It was always difficult at first because it was so big. I was wet enough for any man but with him I always felt stretched. Then he would fuck me like a dog. Fast and hard. I never thought about this with a man, but it was every erotic. He would grab my hair and pull me up to him. His thumb would go from my ass into my mouth, and he would talk into my ear. He used to say that I was beautiful and sexy but after a while it got dirtier. He called me a dirty slut and a whore. For some reason this made me even wetter."

I was so hard now. Natalya barely had to touch me. Now, she was hardly even paying attention to me. I noticed was that her other hand was now between her legs and she was masturbating to the memory. 

"He was rough with my body, squeezing my tits and even slapping me on my ass and my tits. He would choke me and even slap my face. Nothing hard but over and over. He told me that he had paid for me, and he was going to get his money's worth. He was never leaving marks or really hurting me. It was just enough pain to be pleasurable. 

"Then he pulled out of my pussy and put me on my knees in front of him. He wanted me to suck his cock. It was so wide, it barely fit into my mouth but he would push it. He told me he liked seeing the tears in my eyes. Then he would pull it out and rub it all over my face and tell me to lick his hairy balls and back to his hairy ass. He had me spread his ass and give it a bath with my tongue. He smelled strongly down there. Not terrible but... a lot. You would think that this would be disgusting but in fact, I could not be more exited. It was clear that he thought of me as there for his pleasure only. But, I liked it then."

She liked it now, too. Her hand had gone off my dick, so that she was frigging herself with two hands. Her face was on the bed turned to one side, her ass in the air and at least six fingers in her pussy. I could smell how wet she was. But I needed relief. I tried to turn her over and fuck her, so we would both be enjoying this story, but she actually pushed me away. I went behind her, and she let me put my dick in her while she played with her clit. Her other hand came up above and she inserted her own finger in her ass. 

I fucked her for a bit from behind. She was wet and horny, but she seemed frustrated. Then she stopped. "Sweetie, get my toys. My pink one... and the clear one." The pink one was her dildo. It was large and thick around, much bigger than me. The clear one was a butt plug. She liked it in her ass when she was getting fucked to imagine she was getting double penetrated. This meant I was out, and it was obvious she needed something bigger tonight.

She was moaning audibly when I put the butt plug in, twisting it from side to side and spitting on in. Once it was in, I slowly started to insert the massive pink dildo. She reached back grabbed my wrist and shoved it in. "Be a man!" She yelled. "Fuck me like a man. Like Mikhail would. Don't think about it. Do it hard!"

I shoved the dildo in and out. She prompted me again to do it harder. "Are you a woman?" She asked. "Fuck me like I want it. Don't I deserve a good fuck?"

I was practically shoving her off them bed. I doubled my efforts and she screamed in delight.

Finally, I asked "Were you his whore?"

"Da!" She barked sounding almost like a little dog.

"Tell me!"

"I was his dirty whore! His fucking nasty whore! He paid me and he fucked me!" We were no longer pretending it was anything else. "He used me as he wanted to!"

"Was it humiliating?"

"Da, but wonderful! I never felt more like a real woman. I was his toy, his slut and I came so many times!"

I pulled on my cock as I fucked her with the dildo. "What else did he do? How else did he humiliate you?"

"He made me wear dresses in public with no panties." She told me. "Naked dresses. The kind you can almost see through. He wanted others to see me." Naked dress was our term for dresses that covered her body but still made her seem naked. "Then he would find a place, like parking lot or the back of a store and bend me over and fuck me. He would not even care who saw us. He would pull out his cock. Tell me to spread my ass and stick it in."

Fuck I thought. That's fucking amazing. I may have even said it out loud. "Did you like it?"

"It didn't matter what I liked. He did it anyway, and I liked that." She was almost crying as emotions came pouring out of her. 

"One time we went to the theater. He fucked me in the bathroom and came all over my face and in my hair. It was thick and hot. He had me rub it into my skin but told me not to wash. I could feel it drying all over me as I greeted his friends in the lobby. They knew I was his whore. I know they did, and I imagined they knew I had his cum on my skin, and it made me wet. 

"I had not cum, unfortunately, so I was still horny. Then we went to our box. He had the best seat near the stage one level up. A large part of the theater could see us. About half way through the production his hand went between my legs. He started fucking me with his thick fingers. I could barely contain myself. Then, he had me taste my pussy off his fingers. A bit later, he pulled out his cock. I gave him a hand job at first but he pushed my head down on it. I could not resist. If anyone in the theater looked they could see me sucking his cock."

"I am about to cum." It was an urgent statement. I wanted her to finish the story. 

"He lifted my dress and stuck his fingers in my ass and pussy at the same time. I am sure that people in the upper rows could see everything. I wondered if they may even be able to hear it. Then he came. He always came hard and a lot. It was less this time because he had cum just before. But I still struggled to swallow it all. When he was done, he handed me a dildo and told me to finish myself off if I wanted to. I did trying to be quiet and not to attract too much attentions but I am sure most of the people in the upper balconies were watching me, not the opera."

With that I came, I pointed my cock at her pretty face and came as hard as I ever had. The visible half of her face was covered. At the same time, I yelled, "You worthless whore!"

That had the effect of making Natalya cum as well. She screamed as if being tortured. Her body shook for a good minute before she started crying. 

She always cried after an orgasm. This one was so intense; she rolled into a ball for about five minutes. She may have dozed off. When she came back to me, she was obviously drained as if the bones had been stripped from her body and only flesh remained.  

She put her arms around me, snuggled up against me and put her head on my chest. 

"You ok, I asked."

"Mmmmmhmmmm." She purred.

"Do you miss it?"

"What, sweetie?"

"Your previous life?"

"Sometimes sweetie, but now I have you. I don't think I could have both."

I did not say anything to that. "Do you miss Mikhail?"

"Sweetie, I love you now. I enjoy sex with you. You are my best lover because we are totally honest with each other, you let me fantasize and you give me good sex. That is the truth. Mikhail was rough and had a big cock. But he was not a good guy. Do I think about the sex, yes? But I would never give up what I have now for him."

I was pleased at this response. But it was not long before the feelings started creeping into me again. I thought of this heavy, hairy man with a big cock fucking Natalya from behind while she screamed in ecstasy. I could not get the image out of my head.



My Whore Wife Natalya Ch. 06



 I am reposting these stories under another profile and changing some names for personal reasons. 

THESE ARE MY STORIES. 

(P.S. Anonymous trolls' comments will be deleted so don't bother).

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I am not sure if I would call it a dream come true or a nightmare that would haunt me, but when it arrived in my email, I was shocked. I guess I shouldn't have been. I was already used to the fact that the beautiful Russian woman I married had enjoyed sleeping with men for money and presents and that she was fantastic at sex because she practiced at it so often in her past. But, I did not expect to learn that she might actually have been a sex worker and may still be. 

The note was from a friend of mine, Joe Gambino, from the US who was planning a visit to Russia in few weeks and was excited about the robust escort culture. He was what the British call a punter, a person who makes a hobby of sleeping with prostitutes. In most the countries he travels it is legal or at least accepted and like in Russia, not considered a big deal, so his attitude was unashamed. He was single, he did not sleep with underage girls, only women, and he believed he was a connoisseur like someone who drinks fine wines. Joe's investment company was sending him to Moscow on business, and he wanted to take advantage of the scene. We had kept in touch since college, so when he learned he was coming to Moscow he reached out to me for advice. While I had never really been active in this field, I was an international business man in Russia... hell, I was a man in Russia... so I knew how it worked.

Russia is known for gorgeous escorts who are ready and willing to do almost anything. Tall blonds with big tits, brunettes with gorgeous eyes and full lips, and even some of the most amazing African women on student visas who were princesses at home but whores in Moscow. In any other country, these women would be supermodels. Here, where the ratio of women to men is so much in the men's favor, they are entertainment. 

There are a number of places to find escorts in Moscow including some very famous nightclubs that gained reputations in the 1990's for outright hedonism. Night Flight is practically a tourist trap. But, my friend is not the outgoing type, so I sent him a website called www.rusdosug.ru where you can search for women based on their body type, age, language capabilities, and the services they are willing to provide. They have ratings and reviews of the women by their customers as well. It's like Yelp for whores. Once you make your selection, you can then just call or email and they are delivered to your hotel as easy as ordering a pizza in America (and sometimes for less money).

A few days before he arrived, he sent me a number of links from the website over email asking me what I thought of the various women. He had a lot of questions. Did I think they were real? Was there any danger ordering to his hotel? Could I help speaking Russian with the women who did not speak English? I really did not want to help with this process any more, it was a bit annoying, but he was a friend, so I decided to take a look. 

I worked my way through the various links, and it started to make me a bit horny. All the girls looked so young and tasty. I was thinking that they were really only a quick call away. I may have the most fantastic wife, but here I was alone at home, so I decided, "What the hell," and started to masturbate. 

After 5 or 6 links, I opened the page of a woman named Tatiana and nearly fell out of my chair. The woman in the picture was looking over her shoulder while revealing her beautiful, round naked ass to the camera. There was no doubt in my mind that this was picture of my Natalya. 

The picture was a few years old but those brown eyes, amazing lips and, most of all, that high-tight world-class ass could only be one woman in the world, my gorgeous wife. 

The introduction on her profile described her almost exactly - brunette, brown eyes, slim, c-cup breasts, speaks almost perfect English. The only thing it had wrong was that this Tatiana's age was listed as 30 years old. My Natalya is 38, but she could pass for 30 easily. She has clear, soft, perfect skin and the personality of a much younger woman without the baggage or the anger you find with older women. Natalya lived young. 

There were more pictures, seven in all. One was of her sitting in a chair, fully nude with her legs crossed and one arm across her chest smiling seductively into the camera. Another was her standing with a top on, but no bottom, her hands high above her head and her shaved pubic region clearly visible. Another had her bent over, her panties half way down her thighs her ass exposed to the camera. The others were less pornographic with her in a bikini and high heels tugging at the bottoms to just reveal a bit of pubic area. Another was of her on a bed smiling with the top of her ass visible over her shoulder. 

All-in-all they were pretty tasteful photos, Playboy not Hustler, but I was so surprised by what I saw I could not speak. I had a wave of emotions from depression to overwhelming excitement. To see my lady exposed like this to the world both enraged and trilled me. Though I had heard many of the stories about Natalya's sex life, and I been quite turned on by them, the idea that she so blatantly sold sex for money just didn't register. 

Under her picture a comment was written as if by her:

Do not worry about anything with me. I am here to be yours for a night or an hour. I don't care how you look or what your fetish is, I am your dream girl. Treat me good or even better, treat me bad and all your dreams will cum true.

In each profile categories were listed and given check marks telling what the woman was willing to do. In Tatiana's profile, not one was left unchecked. Some were very surprising. Things like ' vaginal sex, anal sex, cum on face, cum in mouth, oral without condom, deep throat, lesbian sex, couples, prostate massage, ass licking, light S&M, heavy S&M, costumes,' and most surprising 'golden showers (receive).' It seemed this Tatiana had no limits. 

To one side was a column for reviews. All of Tatiana's were four or five star. I read a few to see if they gave me any clues as to whether my Natalya and this Tatiana was indeed the same person.

Anonymous wrote: Had a great time with Tania (short for Tatiana). Would go back again and again.

Oldking wrote: I met her a few months ago and had a true GFE: very intimate sex, oral w/o, and no watching the clock. I saw her on my last night in Moscow...wish I'd gone sooner. I'm planning a trip back will definitely call her.

Manonmoscowwrote: We enjoyed the each of the other of the whole night! It was unforgettable time for me. She gives and takes completely. When she arrived she gave me an original Russian gift as russkaya matryoshka! It was very funny! As a result I wish to say that Tatiana is a very amusing and positive a person. I've had crazy time with her in all positions ;)

These were very benign. Some were more graphic.

BigPappa wrote: A great girl. She is even hotter than her pictures with a spectacular ass. She is very enthusiastic and adventurous. I have never had such an amazing BBBJ followed by a facial. What a dirty girl.

I could have written that review about my Natalya, but it was not enough to prove anything. As a read on, I found some very raunchy descriptions.

Undercoverbrotha wrote: I blushed at what she did to me which isn't easy for me. She bathed my cock, balls and licked my ass with her tongue then she proceeded to dig for gold. I did not think I was going to share my lunch today. Horniest whore I have ever fucked. 

Fromrussiawithlove wrote: Whatever you have in mind, Tatiana is up for it. After a hard night making her walk on all fours and fucking her in the ass, I was exhausted. I woke up in the morning and had to hit the head, she didn't want me to be without her during our time together. She ended up in the tub covered in my hot piss. Kind of freaked me out that I could even do that, but she convinced me that it would be a great memory, and she was right!

Oneofmany wrote: Me and my buddies wanted a party and needed someone crazy enough to do a gangbang. I texted Tatiana and she was over and ready. She took nearly twenty loads that night. What a total whore!

I was convinced by these that though my wife may look like this Tatiana, there was no way she was the girl they were describing. She may be horny and sexual, but she would not possibly do many of these things. Then I read a review that all but changed my mind.

Inlovewiththisgirl wrote: I cannot tell you more about Tatiana. She just rocks my world. She knows how to treat a man. She gave me a great massage, kissed me deeply then worked her way to the most amazing blow job ever. I may not ever be satisfied by another woman. On a second round, she asked for sex by wiggling her amazing ass at me and spreading her cheeks to show me everything. She begged me to take her and do with her what I wanted. I fucked her from behind and she barked like a little dog with every deep thrust. Then she reached behind and took my cock and pointed it at her sweet, warm asshole. I did this for the first time and came like never before. She cleaned me with her mouth and sent me home a happy man. I believe she enjoyed it too. She came so hard, she was in tears. You can't fake that kind of emotion.

This description sounded so much like Natalya that doubts crept in my mind. Could it really be her? Could Natalya actually be a call girl?

It was at this point; I was pulled out of my thoughts by her sweet voice, "Sweetheart, why are you playing with yourself in front of a computer? Have I failed you?" I had not even realized that I was still pulling on my ragging hard-on. She did not mind. Instead she took me jacking off as a challenge.

She came over and kissed me, putting her hand on my cock and started stroking me. "What are you looking at darling?"

I decided there was no point hiding it. I needed to know what was actually going on. "This," I said turning my computer.

She glanced at the screen, "Oi! That's me!"

I was comforted a bit by her surprise. "So, this is really you on this site? You are an escort?"

"Sweetheart," she spoke as if talking to a child. "That's my picture, yes. But I don't know this website. What is it?"

"It's a website where whores market themselves and are contacted by the men who fuck them for money."

She giggled. "Well it sounds like fun, but that is not my advertisement."

"Then how do you explain it? Why are your pictures on the page?"

"I don't know darling. But I would never do something like that. Not so cheaply, at least," She winked. 

At this point, she dropped to her knees. Her eyes met mine and she began to lick the underside of my dick. She began playing with my balls. Then she paused and stated, "I had those pictures taken for Mikhail as a present. It was his birthday but he was so rich, what could I give him? So, I went to a photographer and had sexy pictures taken. Perhaps the photographer sold them to this girl or something. This is Russia, these things happen. I can tell you that I am not a cheap whore." 

Continuing to stroke my cock she went on, "But I think you like the idea." She plunged down on my hard-on pushing it deep in her throat. At the same time, she slipped her finger below me and began working it into my asshole using her own spit as lube. Her finger entered my ass and she pressed it up. I came harder than I ever have. It was from a different place, somewhere deep in my soul. Looking down at my lovely bride, her hair and face covered in my thick cum, I knew that I loved her immensely. I trusted her and in my heart wanted to believe her.

A few days later, Joe came to Russia, and we met for dinner at a restaurant near his hotel on Tverskaya Street. We talked old times and business, but finally our conversation turned to the personal side of his visit.

"How was your first night in Moscow? Was it everything you expected?"

"Fucking amazing, man." He was very excited. "Last night I ordered up two blondes to my room. We did things that are illegal in a lot of countries. What a way to beat jet lag. I was up all night and in great shape in the morning. I can't wait for tonight. I picked the dirtiest whore on the website. She is gorgeous too. You can't imagine what I have planned." He actually rubbed his hands together like the bad guy from an old movie

I congratulated him and told him to enjoy. I offered my help with arrangements, but he declined saying that enough of the women spoke English for him to be busy for a year. I remember that he said he had picked the freakiest slut on the website for that night. 

I said good evening and invited him out later in the week to meet Natalya and me for drinks. I told him I wanted to introduce him to my new bride. He agreed happily, and we were off.

That night, Natalya and I were in bed watching television. She had on her usual baby doll with tiny panties. She had just reached over to start her nightly hand job when a text came on her phone. She turned over to answer it. Smiled then became very serious. She got out of bed and started to dress. "Sweetheart, I have to run out for a while?"

"What's up?"

"I just have to go see Katya. She needs my help with something. It won't take long."

I lay there disappointed that I was missing my hand job, but I thought little of her leaving at the time. Katya was her best friend and an emotional mess. She was always finding tragedy in life. Natalya often had to go over to play psychologist.

I watched a bit of TV and finally dozed off. I woke when I heard my own phone register a text. It read "Sweetheart, Katya needs me more than I thought. I am going to stay over with her tonight." Now knowing that I was going to be alone for the night, I decided to rub one out and go back to sleep.

First, I thought of Natalya and how sexy she is. Then I proceeded to some of the stories I had heard over the years about her time with Dmitry, George, and Mikhail. She was so dirty and so submissive with them, it made me crazy. Their stories had taught me a lot about my sweet wife, but the stories had run their course and become a bit stale. Instead, I began to fantasize about the sexy pictures on the escort website. I pulled out my iPad and pulled up the pictures. I especially liked the ones where she is ass to the camera and bent over. Here was my wife, displayed for anyone to see. That idea really got me going. When I considered what it was like when she took the pictures, with the photographer telling her what to do and how to pose, I became hard as a rock. She must have been so wet and horny. She is a total submissive and a bit of an exhibitionist, so this would have been the ultimate experience for her. I thought of her getting crazy and going down on the photographer and letting him fucker her face and cum all over her. I wondered if a picture of her with his cum on her face perhaps existed. 

Finally, I thought about what it would be like if she really were a whore for hire. The nasty shit that men would ask her to do to them, all the things on that list.

I thought of what Joe was doing tonight. What if it really were Natalya's profile, and he picked her? What if she were not with Katya at all tonight but being fucked hard by my friend right now? The vision was clear in my head of my Natalya getting fucked from behind by Joe neither of them knowing what relationship we held. 

I thought of him forcing her to deep throat his large cock. I did not know the size of it, but I imagined it huge, with her gagging and her saliva dripping off of it. I imagined him making her crawl along the floor like a little slave, tying her down and then fucking her in the ass all the while calling her a nasty whore and other names.

I soon came in my hand, cleaned up, went to sleep and forgot all about it. 

I woke in the morning to Natalya kissing me. She was sitting beside me and looked quite disheveled. "You ok?" I asked.

"Da, it was a difficult night. I did not get much sleep. Katya lost her job again. I am not sure what she is going to do. I gave her 10,000 rubles. I hope that is ok."

She quickly took off her clothes and got in the bed next to me. I had an overwhelming desire to eat her pussy, so I dropped beneath the covers. She accepted my kisses. She never turned down head. She had not showered, but she tasted wonderfully. She was very wet more than I could ever remember. I commented on this fact. She said that she had been thinking about me all night and that I was the most wonderful man in the world. I licked her deeply, sticking my tongue all the way up her pussy and flicking her clit until she had an orgasm.

On Friday, we met Joe for drinks in his hotel bar. I met him first as Natalya was coming from a different part of town. Joe could not stop talking about the whore he had been with the night before. "I called that Tatiana girl on the website. You know, the gorgeous brunette with the great ass."

I almost swallowed my tongue. I was going to learn if this was my girl or not. 

"She was even hotter than in her pictures. I have never been with anyone so into sex and pleasing me. She did absolutely everything I wanted and hardly had to ask. She even suggested things that I would never consider. 

"She showed up at my door in the sexiest red dress. Damned thing was practically see through and held to every curve. I let her in, and we sat down for a glass of wine. I cannot tell you how beautiful she was. Black hair, deep black eyes and such an incredible body. I thought she looked good in pictures, but in reality, it was beyond amazing."

He was describing my Natalya perfectly, but I could not be sure. "Was she the girl in the picture?" I asked.

"I think so. She looked a bit different, older, but not much. They Photoshop these things, you know. She sure as hell didn't need it though. She was fantastic, and my friend, you have never seen such an ass.

"We sat for a bit she asked me what I wanted to do tonight. I told her I picked her because she looked like she was up for anything. She said she was. I said that I really want to have a true PSE..."

"PSE," I asked.

"Porn Star Experience. It means to fuck rough and hard. Essentially, I can do whatever the hell I want, and she will do it enthusiastically. I said that I need a woman who will not back down or get angry at me or sad for really using her as a sex object. Not that I wanted to hurt her or anything, and I respect her as a person, but I just fantasize about having her do whatever I want. I did not want to hold back.

"She said that it was fine to do as I wish. In fact, she said it made her very excited. She told me few men can really back up their desire for hardcore fucking and that I should 'do my best' not to disappoint her. I took this as a dare, so I gave her the money and she went in the restroom to change and get ready, you know, shower and stuff.

"Fuck, when she came out, I was hard in a second. She was in a yellow string bikini and high heels. Her hair was teased up and she walked like a model. She asked how I wanted her. I said put your hands between her legs and bound up and down, I wanted to see her titties jumping. She did it, and man, was it a sight. 

"I told her to get down on her knees and crawl to me. She did not hesitate. She was on all fours. I told her to get lower on her elbows and put her ass in the air then to meow like a cat. Can you believe it! It was the sexiest thing ever. She was meowing and making cat noises and wiggling her perfect ass. When she was at my feet, she rubbed along my leg. I slapped her ass several times then pulled out my dick. 

'I don't mind telling you I have a pretty ugly, fat, uncut cock. I mean I am not pretty, I have a bit of a belly and am sort of hairy in the wrong places but my cock is one big, ugly bastard. I let it hit her in the face and can you believe it? She moaned.




My Whore Wife Natalya Ch. 06



"She started sucking on my cock like it was her last meal. I told her "no hands" then my hand on the back of her head and pushed her deep. She did not resist. Just the opposite. She went deeper until she gagged, her head came up, and in one instant she went deep again. I am pretty long, and I was definitely in her throat. It was like she practiced this technique every night. I even got a bit concerned for her.

"Then she took my balls in her mouth moaning and making juicy sucking noises. She got saliva all over me and her face so that it was dripping down. I felt her fingers tickled my taint and moved into my ass."

As I listened to his story, I could not help but imagine that this was really my girl. She had the same move. On one hand, I wanted to tell him to stop. He told his story so graphically, but in fact, the details that made me want to listen more. 

"Soon, I was standing over her and she had shifted under me. Her tongue worked its way into my ass crack and then into my hole. I have had lot so of whores but this girl was the hottest. Imagine me having such a beautiful Russian woman with her tongue up my ass swirling around for five minutes. I could not control it. I came hard. When I told her it was time, she begged me to cum all over her face. I have never blown a load that big, ever. She clearly loved it."

I was thinking about how Natalya looks with cum on her face. It is a heavenly sight. She certainly revels in it. The more, I listened the more I thought about it. Still, I could not believe it completely. She told me it was not her who posted those pictures, and I trust my wife. 

"We rested and she gave me the chance to return the favor licking her beautiful ass inside and out. I love women's asses. God made them for me. She sat back and took it and fingered her pussy in the meantime. 

"I was soon hard again. Thanks to Cialis, I was planning on going at it all night. She turned over and wiggled her ass at me. She had a beautiful pussy. The lips were out a bit but as if they were smiling me. I was in her and pounding hard in no time. I fucked her as hard as I could and she screamed with pleasure the whole time. Then she yelled 'treat me like a whore!'

"Shit, I thought I was! But she pushed me to make it harder by yelling 'fuck me like a man.' I stuck my fingers in her mouth, she wet them and then I plunged my thumb in her ass. I took it out and put that in her mouth. She sucked on it greedily.

"It was time to enter her backdoor. She put her hands behind her and pulled her cheeks wide. If and asshole can be a work of art, hers is. I spit on it and began to work my cock in. She told me I was very thick, it hurt a bit, and it would take a while. I did not show her much mercy. I shoved in as soon as I could making her scream.

"Soon, I was in her warm hole and my cock was throbbing. I went faster and faster until we were both exhausted. She was having a good time I think. She made the kind of high pitched squealing noises."

"Did is sound like a little dog barking? "I asked knowing this was her telltale sign.

"More like a baby pig getting reamed," he said. "I wanted to be full on PSE, so I pulled out and had her take my cock in her mouth ass juice and all. She ate it up like desert. I called her a dirty whore but that seemed to get her even more excited. I slapped her face with my cock and then finally spit on her face. She just responded by deep throating me. I slapped her across the face a few times. She yelled at me to do it harder. Nothing I could do would make her quit, not that I wanted her too.

"I decided, I wanted make it a bit kinkier, so I took her over to the balcony, dragging her on all fours by her hair. The cold air hit us as I opened the door. I had her get up and lean against the railing and pushed into her ass again. She fucking loved it. I told her to tell me what she is. 'A dirty whore,' she said. Again and louder, I told her. 'A fucking dirty whore getting fucked in the ass,' she screamed so loudly so that people on the street twelve stories down looked up. I told her to say it again and keep repeating it. She did this for several minutes.

"Here was a beautiful naked woman getting fucked in the ass outside so that everyone could see. It was too far away for anyone to really recognize us, but they could count the rooms, and I did not want to get arrested, so I pulled her inside, pushed onto the bed so that she was face up but head hanging over the side.

"I rubbed my bum up and down on her face. She met it with her tongue. I stuck my cock deep inside her throat and really started to face fuck her. I did not hold back. My balls bounced off her eyes. Meanwhile, I put my fingers up her ass and fucked her there to. Finally I pulled out and came again. I am not shitting you, it was bigger than the first time."

Imagining his story was like watching the dirtiest porn movie I have ever made. I finally decided that this really could not be my girl. She is not so crazy as to let strange men do this stuff to her. This woman was a professional, sexual athlete. "Is that the end," I said only half hoping.

"No man, we did this shit all night. Finally, I had to quit but then a crazy thing happened. I fell asleep for a bit in probably around 4am. She was still massaging my balls and ass but nothing doing. I woke up a later and had to piss so hard. When I got out of bed, she asked where I was going. I told her, I had to whizz. She got up and followed me.

"We got into the bathroom, she climbed into the tub, motioned me over, pointed my dick at her mouth and told me to go. 'Full service' she said. It took me a second, but I let go of the hardest stream of dark yellow piss. She tried to drink it all but failed and it went all over her. This went on for about a minute during which I pulled out a bit and pissed on her face. I was not going to waist this opportunity. When it was done, she was soaked and sitting in yellow puddle. I was hard again, and she told me to jack on her face. This was fucking unreal. I did but very little came out now. She swallowed it and proceeded to take a shower. 

"After about 20 min, she came back to bed completely clean and smelling of perfumed soap. We slept until morning when I tried to fuck her again but ultimately there was nothing left. The beautiful Russian whore had actually out fucked me."

I listened to his account and wondered now if it was even true. I cannot imagine any woman willingly being so degraded to this level. The thought that my Natalya could be this whore ultimately proved impossible to imagine. She is a dirty girl, but nothing like this. I smiled and told him that I doubted his story all together.

"Think what you like buddy, but I have the memory." We each ordered another drink. 

At that second, Natalya appeared. She was absolutely stunning in a tight red dress, heels and black purse. This is one of the dresses we called her "naked dress" as it seemed she was wearing nothing at all despite being completely covered. She walked in with the confidence of CEO turning the heads of all the men in the bar. 

I looked at Joe. His chin had dropped to the floor, and he seemed a bit nervous. I heard him say "holy shit" under his breath. 

"Joe, I would like to introduce you to my Natalya. Isn't she something?" Natalya greeted Joe with a kiss on each cheek then another on the first as is the custom, then she sat down.

She was complete grace asking Joe about his business and his family. She flirted just a bit and soon had him wrapped around her finger. I could tell by the lust in his eyes that I had seen a million times whenever men talked to Natalya. He was like a school boy.

After about an hour, we had to leave. We said goodbye with all the customary protocols and exited the bar leaving Joe behind. Suddenly, Natalya announced that she had to return to the bar. She had left her purse. She told me to wait. 

I watched her return to the seat next to Joe. He stood up quickly, shot a quick look in my direction and smiled. They spoke for a second, but I was too far to hear what was said. Natalya retrieved her purse and once again said good bye with the customary kisses. This time, however, Joe's hand wondered down to her ass. He took a free feel. Natalya did not react except, once their embrace broke, she wagged a finger at him flirtingly. This was not a big crime in my mind, but they seemed very familiar with each other so quickly and the thought passed through my head, "Perhaps..." No, I corrected myself; it is just a coincidence or even a fantasy in my mind.

When she turned to walk away, he gave her a slap on the ass and laughed. My dick jumped at the thought. I never saw Joe again, but I fucked Natalya furiously thinking about the idea of her being a true whore.

In case you are wondering, I did finally breakdown that weekend and call the number on the website for Tatiana. It was disconnected. I guess she retired from the business.