16 comments/ 274872 views/ 18 favorites Louise Goes Down Ch. 01 By: jack_straw Louise Sullivan just stared at the letter that shook in her hand. It was from a credit card provider threatening drastic action if she didn't pay at least some of what she owed them. Problem was, what she owed this particular company amounted to approximately $6,000 and it was one of three companies to which she owed a similar amount. Altogether, she estimated that she owed right at $20,000, some of it for shopping sprees that she had embarked on, but much of it was for on-line gambling debts. She had been a sports fan since she was young, the result of her being the only girl in a house full of brothers. And with time on her hands after her two children got older, she had tested her knowledge of sports on a variety of offshore betting web sites. It had happened so fast, she hardly knew what she'd done. For a long time, she had managed to keep her habit under control, winning a few hundred dollars here and there, and losing a few hundred here and there. But earlier in the season, she had hit a winning streak and had gotten ahead a couple of thousand dollars, then she got greedy. She'd doubled down on a four-game parley of NFL games, it had gone horribly wrong and she'd lost several thousand dollars. Then she had bet larger amounts trying to recoup her losses, and in the space of a few weeks, a manageable debt had mushroomed into the crisis that confronted her. Louise knew she couldn't depend on her husband to bail her out of this one. Willard Sullivan was pretty tight with the considerable salary he pulled down as a vice-president for a large multi-national corporation, and he was constantly badgering her about her spending habits. It had gotten to the point where she had gone back to work, as a secretary for a modest-sized company, just to get her husband off her back about money. Louise knew that Willard would tell her that she had gotten herself into this mess, she would have to get herself out of it, especially since she'd gone in the hole from gambling. But, she recalled, she had done it out of boredom. Her husband was gone a lot on business trips all over the world, and the kids were now off at college. She and Willard had been married for 23 years, and they'd had a son who was now 20 and a daughter who was 18. At 43, Louise was still quite attractive, with thick, honey blonde hair that fell about her shoulders in luscious waves. She had hazel eyes that could fairly be described as smoky, which combined with her fulsome lips, gave her a most enticing look. Her body was ripe, as well. She was right at 5-foot-4, with a firm set of 36Bs that still sat high and proud on her chest, a taut butt atop a gorgeous pair of legs. No question, Louise Sullivan could still turn heads, especially at her office, where she was considered something of a prick tease, even though she didn't realize it. But it seemed like Willard didn't have as much time for her any more. With time and a little extra money on her hands, Louise had turned to on-line betting as a way of passing the time, along with the occasional forays into Internet porn, to satisfy her increasingly unmet sexual needs. Louise was relating her misfortunes to a girlfriend at lunch the next day when fate played its hand. She was talking about how much she owed on her credit cards, then the conversation turned to their respective sex lives. Neither of them was getting as much from their husbands as they would have liked, and they commiserated with each other over their situations. Sitting at the table next to them, all ears, was Bob Daniels, one of the junior managers. Bob was in his late 30s, he was single and he had been angling to get a crack at Louise ever since she had first started to work there, without success. Now, as he listened, he saw his chance, and as the afternoon wore on, a truly fiendish plan took shape in his mind. Later, over a few beers at a local pub, Bob outlined his plan to one of his good friends, Brandon Smith, who was a fairly skilled amateur photographer. Brandon was looking to make photography a full-time profession, and he was building up his portfolio with that in mind. "I'm telling you, man, it's at least worth a try," Bob said. "You'll understand once you meet her. This woman has a look about her like she could suck an egg through a garden hose, and she's got a primo body, especially for someone who's a little over 40. And I don't think hubby's giving it the attention it deserves." "I don't know," Brandon said. "I mean, you don't really think she'll fall for it, do you?" "Listen, buddy, have I ever steered you wrong on pussy?" Bob said, warming to his subject. "Louise Sullivan isn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box, and I think if we lay enough money out there to entice her, she'll go for it. She's desperate, and I don't think it'll take a lot of cajoling to get her to take off her clothes for the camera. You're the photographer; you know how to work a subject. You get her to strip for you a couple of times, get her confidence, let her think everything's above board, then you start pushing it. Get her to play with herself a little, get her worked up some. Then, when you've got her hot to go, bring out the heavy artillery. Get some stud to come in, and tell her you want to take some sex shots with him. Hell, promise her there won't be any penetration, just simulated sex. And when you've got her frothing at the cunt, you get your stud to just fuck her, you snap away, then when he's finished – voila! – instant whore." "What makes you think she'll do it the way you say she will?" Brandon asked. "You know me," Bob said with a devilish smile. "I just have this gut instinct that underneath that married façade is a slut just waiting to burst out. I get the feeling that she's suppressed a lot of eroticism over the years while playing the good wife and mother, and now that the kids are gone and her husband's away a lot, she's ready to do what she's always wanted to do, and that's fuck – a lot." "We'll see," Brandon said, still a little uncertain. "But I guess there's no harm in trying. Like you said, what have we got to lose? OK, I'll take out an ad in the paper, you get her to call me for an appointment, and we'll take it from there." "Trust me, brother, there are an awful lot of guys at work that would gladly shell out a couple of hundred bucks for an hour with Louise Sullivan," Bob said. "I think we can make some money with her. I'll even be generous and let her have her share of the proceeds. She gets to pay her bills, you get some good stuff for your portfolio and we both get to fuck some outstanding poontang." Bob didn't know it yet, but his instincts were right on the mark. Louise had kept a tight lid on her sexual urges for the entire 24 years she'd known Willard, because he was a pretty straight, serious guy. But there had been a time when Louise had been a real hellraiser. Louise was the youngest child and only daughter, after her folks had had three sons. When she was 12, her parents had divorced quite suddenly, and she later found out her father had been caught with one of the women in the neighborhood. Her mother had moved with Louise and her youngest brother to another city, and she never missed an opportunity to rail against the, "sins of the flesh," that she claimed had been her father's downfall. Louise was not particularly pretty as a child, and she was a little overweight. So to fit in at a new school, she believed that she needed to be "cool," and to be cool at her school in the late 1970s meant drinking, smoking pot and having sex. For a little over two years, Louise had been a party animal of the highest order, getting high and fucking just about anything that moved, and she seemed to take it as a badge of honor when people called her a slut. That phase of her life lasted until she was 15 and a freshman in high school. One night, she was at a party, and she and a boy were in one of the bedrooms when the cops busted it up. All the kids were taken to the station, and Louise's mother was called to come pick her up. From that time until she died, Louise's mother was always convinced that Louise was, "nothing but a whore inside." But that didn't stop Louise's mom from putting her in a parochial school to try and straighten her out. There one of the nuns had guided her into athletics. Louise had always played basketball with her brothers on their driveway court, and she realized she still had some skills and that she enjoyed the game. She'd made the varsity and had played quite a lot, although she wasn't quite good enough to start. Playing basketball helped Louise lose all of the baby fat she'd been carrying around, and she also learned how to maximize her looks. As she reached adulthood, her face seemed to morph into the understated beauty she now possessed. All through her remaining years of high school, Louise still enjoyed sex, but not to the extreme that she had when she was younger. But that latent nymphomania never quite went away, even after she graduated from high school. As a senior, she had gotten a part-time job at J.C. Penney, and after graduation, she took a full-time job there, since she had no interest at all in college. She'd been working full-time for about a year when she'd met Willard, who was an accountant for a company that did the store's books. They seemed to hit it off, so they'd started dating, and after a year decided to marry. Jimmy, their son, was now 20, and their daughter Jenny, was 18 and had just gone off to school that fall. Over 23 years, there had been some ups and downs, but lately there had been more downs than ups, especially in the last few years as Willard's career began to take off. When they were together, their sex life still had some spark to it, but they were spending more and more nights apart, and Louise suspected that Willard wasn't staying celibate on his many business trips. But she had no way to prove that, so she had taken refuge in her work, her games and her erotica. And now she was stuck in a ho-hum job, she was deeply in debt because of her betting on sports and she was frustrated because she wasn't getting nearly as much sex as she felt like she needed. In short, Louise Sullivan was a ticking time bomb that was about to explode. It was about a week later that Brandon's ad appeared in the Sunday newspaper, and the next morning, Bob brought a copy to work and showed it to Louise. "I heard you were having some money trouble," he said. "I ... Yeah, I've had a few setbacks," Louise said. "This might be the answer to your prayers," Bob said. "I think you'd make a great model." Louise scanned the ad, then settled on what Brandon said he was willing to pay. The ad was a solicitation for "glamour shots of mature women," and said that Brandon was willing to pay his models up to $1,000 for a session. "What kind of glamour shots do you think he's talking about," Louise said. "I mean for that kind of money..." "Whatever kind of shots he wants, I'll bet you'd knock 'em dead," Bob said. "Look, Louise, I'm not just saying this to flatter you. You're the best looking, sexiest woman in this office. You just have a look about you that I believe would be very photogenic. What have you got to lose?" "Do you really think so?" Louise asked. "Honestly?" "Oh, absolutely," Bob said, smiling inside. He could see the dollar signs flashing in Louise's eyes. "You're gorgeous. Come on, Louise, go for it. Hell, you only live once." "Maybe I will give him a call," Louise said, a little distractedly. Sure enough, Brandon got the call that afternoon, and he set up a meeting that evening after she got off work. Brandon was indeed taken a little aback at his first look at Louise, and he chuckled inside at the knowledge that, once again, Bob's nose for pussy had come through. "I'm going to be up front with you," Brandon said. "I'm looking to broaden my portfolio, so that I might make a living at this. There are jobs on the West Coast that I'm interested in, and the kind of shots I'm looking for are essential to those jobs." "What kind of shots are you talking about?" Louise said. "I'm looking for nudes," Brandon said. "I'm asking you if you're willing to be a nude model for $1,000 a session." "How many sessions would you need?" Louise said softly, after a long silence. "However many it takes," Brandon said. "A dozen, maybe. You could make a lot of money in a relatively short period of time, in cash, tax-free. And I have to say, you're just about perfect for what I have in mind." "Which is?" Louise said. She was wary, but intrigued by the offer. "You have a certain sensuality about you that I think could play very well on camera," Brandon said. "A maturity that younger models don't possess." "Who would see these shots?" Louise said. "Me, and maybe a few magazine editors, no one who'd know who you are," Brandon said. "I want them mostly to show the people in the right positions that I can do these kinds of shots." "And you said you'd pay in cash? No checks?" Louise said. "It would just be between me and you," Brandon said. "When do you want to start?" Louise said, and as she did she idly fiddled with the top button to her blouse. "Why not now," Brandon said. Louise took a deep breath, then nodded her head. "OK, let's do it," she said, finally. Louise was nervous as she waited for Brandon to get the lights set up, get the backdrop fixed and get his gear together. She knew she was taking a big step, and she wasn't sure how Willard would react if he found out she'd been posing naked for a photographer. But she was convinced that he'd never find out, and, besides, the thought of stripping in front of a strange man appealed to her deeply embedded carnality. She needed reassurance right then that she was still sexy, still desirable, and Brandon was giving her that and more. The first session was pretty mundane. Brandon took shots of her with her clothes on, then shot her as she slowly peeled off her blouse, her skirt, her bra, her pantyhose and finally her panties – which were soaked by the time she got them off. Both Bob and Brandon were right. Louise had a natural affinity for the camera. As the shoot progressed, she became more and more relaxed, and projected her sensuality to the lens. And Brandon was quickly able to gain Louise's confidence. He had a soothing, low-key style that set her at ease. When it was over, and Louise had left, Brandon was bowled over by the results. Regardless of the ulterior motives, he realized that he'd stumbled on a gold mine, that Louise Sullivan had star quality in front of a camera. Louise and Brandon set up a photo schedule, where she would come and pose a few nights after work, nights when she knew Willard would be away on business. At the second session, they got right down to it. Louise was naked in no time, and Brandon was happily snapping away. After awhile, he rummaged through his wardrobe and found some negligees and other sexy articles of clothing he'd collected over the years, and he shot a number of images of Louise in a variety of sexy costumes. That night, alone in her bed with her trusty dildo, Louise had masturbated furiously, coming four times before collapsing in sweaty exhaustion. The whole time, she'd pictured herself naked in front of a roomful of men, and she was letting them do anything they wanted with her. Louise had taken the money she'd made posing for pictures and had added it to her personal checking account, the one her check from work came to, not the joint account she shared with Willard. She then dashed off a check for $2,000 to one of her creditors. It was a good start. For the third session, Brandon turned up the heat, so to speak. After snapping Louise in a variety of sexy poses, he told her to touch herself. "Spread your legs and let me see your pussy," he said. Louise was as horny as she could recall being in quite some time. Nevertheless she was a little hesitant. But Brandon spoke soothingly and talked her into spreading her legs, fingering her pussy, rolling her stiff nipples and squeezing her breasts. By the time the session was over, Louise was trembling with stark need. She didn't even make it home before she'd pulled her skirt up and frantically fingered herself to a crashing climax right on the freeway as she was driving home. She had the vague sense that she was losing control of her sexuality, that the raging urges that had been buried deep inside of her psyche were coming to the surface again, and she was a little afraid. But she was, frankly, more excited than she'd been in years. She had no urge to gamble, and her need to troll the Internet for sexy stories had diminished. And that night she'd had more dreams – wild, lurid fantasies of unrestrained sex. She'd awoken in the middle of the night with her hand wedged in her pussy and her body shuddering from a climax that she'd given herself in her sleep. In spite of her release, she was concerned about what was happening to her. A little voice of caution was piping up, trying to warn her of impending disaster. But it was being drowned out by the excitement of doing something risqué, something that whetted her appetite for lust and her desire for excitement. The very next night, Louise met Brandon for her fourth session, and she eagerly took her clothes off, and spent quite a long time changing into a variety of sexy costumes while he snapped away. Finally, however, she was naked again when Brandon told her to touch herself. She spread her legs for his camera, showing her juicy cunt. She worked her fingers in and around her pussy, getting closer and closer to a climax. She happened to look through lust-glazed eyes and spied the large bulge in Brandon's jeans, and that pushed her over the edge. With a gasp, Louise shuddered as a roaring orgasm slithered through her body. There was an awkward silence as Louise dressed while Brandon put away his gear. She was feeling a weird combination of satisfaction and shame at having let a man who wasn't her husband watch her have a self-induced orgasm. And yet, as she drove home that night, she kept seeing Brandon's nice-sized bulge, and he wondered how long she could hold out before she did something she knew she'd regret. Louise knew her nature, knew what she was capable of when she lost control of her sexuality. It had happened in her youth, when drugs and alcohol had stripped her of her self-discipline, her self-esteem. She had married Willard because he offered a strong, stable personality that could keep her from making the same mistake and wandering astray. But he'd let loose the ties that bound her psychologically by leaving her alone so much, and she could feel her inner slut slipping out of control. The next few days, her husband was home, and she'd jumped him with a passion that surprised him. She was hoping to jump-start her relationship with Willard, and had considered calling Brandon to cancel their arrangement. However, Willard left for another business trip that would take him overseas for a week, and on the second day, after a long night sitting at her computer masturbating, Louise called Brandon to tell him she was ready for another session. As soon as he hung up the phone, Brandon contacted a friend he knew from the gym where he often went to work out. He explained the set-up, what he wanted, and Jason Spencer was agreeable. Then Brandon went to the bank and withdrew $2,000 in hundred-dollar bills, as an inducement to help Louise make up her mind. Louise was taken aback when she arrived at Brandon's apartment to find Jason sitting on the sofa and the lights set up in his bedroom. But she couldn't keep her eyes off Jason, because he was eye candy of the first rank. Louise Goes Down Ch. 01 He was several inches over 6-feet tall and muscular, a hunk if there ever was one. He had dark, short-cropped hair and dark, penetrating eyes that beamed out of a movie-star face. He'd done some modeling in the past, and knew the drill. Brandon fixed Louise a drink and explained what he had in mind for that night's session. "I need some 'sex' shots for my portfolio," Brandon said, bracketing his head with his hands when he said sex, to indicate quotation marks. "S-sex shots?" Louise said hesitantly. "I don't know..." She knew she should run, walk out now, that things were about to get out of hand. But she seemed rooted to the seat. "Actually, it would just be couple shots," Brandon said. "There wouldn't really be any sex. You and Jason here just get on the bed naked and go through the motions. It would just be simulated sex." "I've done this before, and I know how far to go without actually penetrating the woman," Jason said, and his cock stiffened in his tight slacks at the thought of "penetrating" this mature beauty. Louise's gaze was magnetically drawn to Jason's lap, and her eyes widened slightly and her pussy drooled, because Jason's slacks were doing a poor job of disguising one of, if not the, biggest cocks she'd ever seen. "Gosh, I don't know," Louise said. "I mean, I'm a married woman and all. I don't want to do anything that'll get me in trouble." Brandon took the envelope containing $2,000 in cash, pulled the money out and fanned the bills across the coffee table. "That's two grand, up front," Brandon said softly. "And, like I said, we can just do simulated sex. We won't do anything you don't want to do. All you have to do is say no if you think things are going too far." The little voice in her head was screaming for her to leave, but her gaze fell on the money that was on the table, then at the large lump in Jason's slacks. Slowly, she reached out and scooped up the bills, folded them into a roll and stuffed them in her purse. "OK, I'll do it," Louise said. "But if I say no at any point, that's it. Game over." The trio made their way into the bedroom, and Brandon got the lights fixed then got his camera loaded up. When he was ready, he nodded to Jason and Louise. Jason took Louise in his arms and they kissed, slowly and sensuously. Louise could feel the fire smoldering in her hard core as she felt Jason's strong hands caressing her body, as she ran her hands over his muscular back and down to his taut butt. Louise gasped as Jason slowly undid the buttons on her blouse. He pulled it away from her chest as Brandon moved in for a close-up of her heaving bosom, which was encased in a thin blue bra, which matched her outfit. Then the blouse was discarded and Jason moved to her skirt, unzipping it and letting it fall to the floor. Louise seemed paralyzed until Brandon gently told her to start taking Jason's clothes off. She pulled the sweater over his head, then the T-shirt he had on underneath. She felt a sizzle rush through her as she ran her hands over the washboard chest. Instinctively, Louise bent down and licked Jason's pebble-like nipples and he groaned in lust at the sensations this caused. He reached around Louise's back and unhooked her bra, letting it hang on her tits momentarily before it fell to the floor. Brandon was growing ever more excited at what he was getting. Not only was the plan working to perfection, but he was also getting some top-quality shots that he knew would fetch him a pretty penny. This was proving to be a very worthwhile investment in time and money, not to mention the prospect of fucking Louise's hot pussy. Jason maneuvered Louise to the bed and pushed her gently to the bed. In this position, she was eye level with the rock-hard bulge in his slacks. Brandon smiled broadly as he snapped a series of close-ups of Louise's face at the rapturous look in her eyes as she gazed at Jason's crotch, then as she looked up into his face. He could see the transmission of lust between the couple, and he knew she wasn't going to say no to anything. Louise was in another world as she slowly reached up and unhooked then unzipped Jason's slacks. The long fat cock sat like a slug in his jockeys, and she slowly peeled the cotton cloth away. She gasped as his spring-loaded dick flopped out right in front of her. Jason stepped back slightly and stepped out of his underwear, then stood in front of Louise naked. Louise's eyes widened as she contemplated the well-cut meat dangling before her eyes. It was indeed the biggest and prettiest cock she'd ever seen, and she couldn't stop her hands from reaching out and caressing it. "Bring it right up to your mouth like you're going to suck it," Brandon said softly, and he snapped away when she did. Louise seemed to come to herself just about the time the tip of Jason's cock touched her lips, and she slid back on the bed, momentarily escaping temptation. But Jason was right behind her on the bed, and he hovered over her half-prone body. He took each of her tits in hand, and lavished sucks and kisses on her rock-hard nipples. Louise closed her eyes and let the sensual feelings wash through her body from Jason's skilled lips and tongue on her breasts. She knew she should say no, that she was losing control, but it just felt so good, all the more so when he slashed his tongue down her stomach. Jason rimmed her navel, and as he did, he reached between her legs and massaged her steaming pussy, which was still encased in her soaking-wet panties. Louise groaned heavily as the sizzle of lust crackled from her crotch to her overheated brain. Then she cried out in surprise and delight as Jason slid his hands under her butt and pulled her panties off. Her cunt glistened with the dew of her arousal and he tossed the sodden underpants to the side. Brandon clutched his throbbing hard-on through his jeans at the spectacle unfolding in front of him, then he sighed and resumed shooting. Jason slid two fingers into Louise's pussy and began to rhythmically fuck her, while at the same time he blew softly over her angry red flesh. Louise was writhing on the bed as a monster orgasm began to gather steam, and it picked up in intensity when Jason abruptly pulled his fingers out and gave her pussy a huge lick. He followed by sucking her labia with his lips and boring into her hole with his tongue. He tongue-fucked her for several seconds then curled his tongue up over her pulsing clit. Ahh, ahh, ahh GOD!" Louise exclaimed as the climax build to a white-hot fire. Her hand clutched at Jason's dark curls as she thrust her hips outward to keep her pussy tightly clamped around his mouth. She was close, so close, to her orgasm, when Jason pulled his face away. He pulled up onto his knees, his huge cock inches from her dripping, throbbing pussy. "What do you want, Louise?" Jason said seductively, as Brandon continued to shoot. "Umm, God, please, make me come!" Louise cried. She didn't care any more. She wanted it, needed it, husband and family be damned. But Jason wanted to make sure she wanted what he wanted, so he pressed her. "Is this what you want?" he said, holding his cock in his fist and waving it practically in her face. "YES!" she cried. "Fuck me! Just put it in and fuuuuuuck me!" Even as she said it, Louise knew she'd regret it, but at that point she didn't care. All the months of less-than-adequate sex, all the turmoil from her financial situation, all the seduction and excitement of posing as a nude model had finally burst forth in a mad lusty rush. All she wanted right then was Jason's big, beautiful cock fucking her into oblivion. And that's just what she got. Jason slithered the head of his cock between her dripping lips several times to get it wet, then he pushed the head past her gates and slowly, but relentlessly, slid his cock into her married cunt. He hadn't gotten more than three or four strokes in, when Louise shuddered and her climax burst through her like the bursting of a dam. Louise surrendered herself to utter pleasure as her orgasm wracked her body, and she wrapped her legs around Jason's waist and began to fuck him back with every bit of passion she could muster. And Jason's cock was like a jackhammer as he fucked her with a controlled fury. In some dim corner of her lust-drenched brain, Louise could hear the motor drive of Brandon's camera as he recorded her adultery for posterity, but she was way too far gone at that moment to care. Brandon was walking all around the bed, getting Louise from every angle as she worked her body around his studly friend. Jason was fighting his control, as he worked his cock back and forth in the mature beauty. She may have been 43, but he was impressed with just how good this older woman was as a sex partner. He bent down and gathered her in his arm and they kissed wildly, wantonly. But he knew how he was going to end this, as he and Brandon had agreed on what they wanted at the end, and as Louise crashed over the top with another orgasm, he could feel the tingle that told him the time was quickly approaching. They were both gasping and grunting as they neared the peak of their coupling. Brandon knew what was coming, and trained his lens on Louise's face. Her eyes were closed in rapture as the climax flowed through her. Jason was panting and grunting hard as he reached the nut strokes. Just as he felt the first quicksilver rush of cum burst from his balls, he wrenched his cock out of Louise's spastic pussy, stood up on his knees and cut loose with an unbelievable explosion of semen right on her face. Louise squealed in shock as hot ropes of cum splattered on her cheeks, over her nose, her lips, her eyes, then she felt Jason smear the last few oozing drops of cum all over her tits. Brandon snapped a dozen or more shots of Louise taking Jason's cum on her face, including the shocked look in her eyes. "Jesus! What the fuck?" Louise stammered. "Beautiful!" Brandon exclaimed. "Just what I wanted." "Wh-what?" Louise said stupidly. She was dazed from two of the most powerful orgasms she'd had in years and from the sudden shock of getting a load of cum in her face. She was lying back on the bed trying to recompose herself, trying to gather her wits. Idly, she wiped the dripping cum from her face, so she didn't see Brandon high-five Jason, didn't see him put his camera down, didn't see him slip his jeans off. But she felt it when he climbed on the bed. She looked up to see his naked body getting in position between her legs. "What are you doing?" Louise said. "You can't... Please, don't." This wasn't part of the deal. Of course, neither had letting Jason fuck her, but there wasn't anything she could do about that now. But letting two strange men fuck her back-to-back wasn't what she had in mind. She slid up the bed and sat up, trying to escape. "Brandon, please don't," she whimpered. "I've already gone further than I should have. Please, let me go home. I have a lot to think about right now." "You see this?" Brandon said, holding his throbbing hard cock in his hands. "You did this. I've spent the last half-hour watching you fuck Jason like a slut, and now it's my turn." "No, don't," Louise begged. "I got carried away with Jason. But I... You got the pictures you wanted. Please, let me go. I've already done too much." "Yeah, I got the pictures all right," Brandon said. "I've got a whole disk of pictures of you cheating on your husband. You sure weren't thinking about old hubby when you had your legs wrapped around Jason's waist, now, were you?" Louise just looked away. Her lower lip was trembling as she fought the urge to burst into tears. She could sense that her life was about to change in a radical way. "Come on, Louise," Brandon said in a more soothing tone of voice. "You've already done it with Jason; one more isn't going to make a difference. And I do want you very badly." Brandon slid up close to Louise and took her in his arms. He kissed her softly, but persistently, and slowly she began to respond. His hand closed over one of her tits and he caressed it seductively. In spite of her inner turmoil, she slowly, tentatively wrapped her arms around Brandon's shoulders and drew him to her, and she fell back on the bed, Brandon on top of her. Brandon's hands began to roam over Louise's sweat-covered body and her hands began to explore his. Instinctively, one hand found his bursting-hard cock, at just about the same instant that his fingers brushed over her still-swollen clit. "Mmmmmm, ahh," Louise murmured as her arousal began to climb again. She could feel herself in total surrender to her lust, and right about then she really didn't care. Brandon's tongue swept down her neck, down to her tits, which throbbed in need. He sucked each of her nipples, one after the other, while his fingers delved into her creamy slit. There was no dramatic beginning, no begging on the part of either of them. Louise simply gripped Brandon's nice-sized cock and eased it into her pussy. She sighed loudly as she again felt the girth of a strange man entering her. As his cock began to churn in Louise's hot box, Brandon groaned in satisfaction. Bob was right; this woman had a prime pussy, hot and hungry, and he knew this wasn't going to be the last time he sampled it. Louise was lost in her passion, the climax bubbling to a boil. Her hips were working harder and faster, keeping time with Brandon's rhythmic thrusts. In and out, back and forth, Brandon smoothly pumped his cock deep in Louise's practiced pussy. He could feel her body trembling, the pitch of her cries of passion swelling, as she climbed toward another climax. Louise pulled Brandon to her and their mouths met, hot and frantic. Her body was telling her that she was going to enjoy this adulterous act, and let her mind sort out her guilty conscience later. "Ahhhh, God! God! Fuck me!" Louise wailed as she broke the connection between her and Brandon's lips. Her body was sizzling, and she could feel that Brandon was getting closer from the jerky movements of his body and the way he was slamming his cock back and forth in her twitching cunt. Closer, closer, closer, she came right to that peak, then, like a sledgehammer, it hit her, a tumultuous orgasm that rivaled the ones she'd had earlier with Jason. Her body shivered and shook, and Brandon was right behind her. With a roar and a sharp gasp, he lurched forward hard, and surrendered his cum. He shot a succession of hard, steaming-hot cumshots, basting Louise's depths with his cream. For long seconds, he seemed to teeter on the edge of consciousness, his body tight as a wire. Then he slumped forward, his balls drained. Louise held Brandon as they clutched at each other. Her eyes were brimming as she returned to reality, and the finality of what she'd done began to hit her. Finally, Brandon rolled to the side, half-asleep, and Louise stiffly climbed out of the bed. Her body had been put through a real workout, and she was ready to get cleaned up, go home and sort out what had happened. As she drove home in silence, one word kept blasting through her mind. Whore. She had taken $2,000 in cash, and let two men fuck her. And yet, she couldn't help the warm feeling in her groin. She'd been fucked well that night, better than her husband had fucked her in a long time. (To be continued) Louise Goes Down Ch. 02 As Louise Sullivan drove in to work that Monday, she was plagued by a vague sense of dread, as if something wasn't quite right. The previous Friday, the president of the company had called her into his office, where she saw Bob Daniels sitting in another chair. He smiled at her, but it was something of an oily smile, and that left her suspicious. Once she was seated, Mr. Pomeroy had told her that she was being promoted and that she would be assigned as Bob's personal secretary. Bob himself was being promoted to head of the sales division and was already in the process of moving into a new, more private office. Bob had shook her hand warmly, and told her he'd have her duty list ready come Monday morning. She spent the rest of that Friday cleaning out her old desk and moving her things to her new workspace in the outer foyer of Bob's new office. Louise's new position came with a $2,000 bonus and a substantial increase in her salary, which was good news. Christmas was right around the corner, and she still owed a considerable amount on her credit cards that she had used to cover her gambling debts. Also with the bonus and the bump in pay, she was hoping that she could quit modeling for Brandon. That little side job had been lucrative, but it was starting to get out of hand. It had been on Wednesday night of the previous week that she had been seduced into having sex with Brandon and his friend for a very nice sum of cash. The money had been welcome, and she'd put most of the money into her private bank account then fired off another check to one of the credit card companies. She'd also done some Christmas shopping, and was right on schedule with her gifts. The sex had also been good, better than anything she'd had with her husband Willard in quite some time. But as a couple of days passed and when Willard returned home from another of his business trips, she'd been overwhelmed by guilt. She'd cheated on Willard, and for money no less. Problem was, Louise had gotten the kind of thrill out of posing for nude pictures that she'd gotten previously from wagering on sports, and she was afraid that without that job, she'd be tempted back into gambling. It was in that unsettled frame of mind that Louise arrived at the company headquarters right at 7:50, as always. As she approached the large glass doors, she stopped and looked at her reflection, getting a quick inventory of her appearance. Not bad for a woman of 43, she mused. She'd gone conservative this day, because she wanted to start with Bob Daniels on a professional footing. She knew his reputation as a ladies man, and while he was undeniably handsome, she wanted to keep their relationship strictly on the up-and-up. For her first day in her new job, she'd worn a longish peasant-style skirt and a button-down sweater that was snug but not tight. She decided that she looked just right, and with a deep breath, she pulled open the door and entered the building. Bob had been looking forward to this for several weeks. His plan of seduction had gone exactly as he had hoped, and now he had Louise Sullivan under his thumb to do his bidding. He had shown her pictures around and he already had several clients lined up who were eager for a crack at her delicious body. Louise arrived at her new workstation, and immediately set about making coffee, which she surmised would be her first and foremost duty when she arrived. Bob was already in his office, and she stuck her head in and said hello. "Oh, Louise, when you get coffee made, come in and let's talk," Bob said. "I like mine with cream and two sugars." He chuckled to himself as the thought about cream and two sugars. Cream from my cock, he mused, and the two sugars on Louise's chest. His desk hid his throbbing hard-on, which was just bursting with cum that he planned on depositing in Louise's stomach real soon. As soon as the pot finished brewing, she fixed herself a cup – black with just a little sugar – then fixed Bob's cup. She carried both cups into Bob's office, handed his over and was about to sit when Bob told her to shut his office door. "Shouldn't I leave the door open in case the phone rings?" she asked. "Don't worry, no one calls me before 9 o'clock," Bob said. "Besides, that's why God invented voice mail. No, we have something to discuss that requires a closed door." Louise started getting that same uneasy feeling she'd had on the drive into work earlier that morning. She had a bad feeling about something, but she couldn't as yet put her finger on what it was. Bob quickly enlightened her, and the next few minutes would forever change Louise's life. "Pomeroy's about half-senile, and I can talk him into just about anything," Bob began. "All I have to show him are the sales figures for the business I've brought into this company, which is why I was promoted to this position." Louise sipped her coffee as she wondered where Bob was going with this conversation. Bob opened his desk drawer and pulled out a manila folder, which he laid on the desk in front of him. "The truth is, Louise, I chose you, not necessarily because of your secretarial skills, although they are first-rate," Bob said. "No, I chose you for my personal secretary, because you have something I want, something a lot of people in and out of this company want." "What's that?" Louise said fearfully, as an icy feeling of dread slithered up her spine. "Your body," Bob said, and he couldn't help a triumphant smile from glazing his face. "I've wanted to fuck you since the day you first arrived here, and now I have my chance. So does anyone else who wants you." At that, Bob handed Louise the folder. She opened it, and was horrified to see that it contained photos of her posing nude and having sex with Brandon and Jason the previous week. Suddenly, it hit her. Bob had been the one who had handed her the newspaper ad and suggested that she call about the job. "You set me up," Louise whispered. "And you swallowed it hook, line and sinker," Bob chortled. "Brandon tells me you fuck like a fish. Best fuck he's had in a long time, is how he put it." Louise felt as if she was falling into an abyss, as if she was in a nightmare and couldn't wake up. She looked again at the photos, and there was no way to hide the fact that she was the woman in the photos. They showed her in all sorts of lewd poses, and the sex shots were quite explicit. And they all showed clearly on her face how much she was enjoying what she was doing. They showed her stripping off her clothes. They showed her kneeling on the bed sucking Jason's cock. They showed her on her back with a pleading look on her face as Jason hovered just out of reach. They showed the ecstatic look as Jason filled her to the brim with his huge dick. They showed the shocked expression when Jason shot a huge cumload all over her face. They showed Brandon moving in and kissing her lustfully. They showed her lying back with her legs in the air as Brandon fucked her with long, slow strokes. And they showed her dilated, well-fucked pussy as Brandon's cum oozed out onto the bed. She thought about taking the folder, bolting from the room and leaving everything behind. But she knew the photos would follow her. They were simply computer printouts and could be easily reproduced. Her bottom lip was quivering as she closed the folder and tossed it angrily back to Bob. "What do you want from me?" Louise said. "Right now, all I want is a blowjob," Bob said. "But first, I think I need to explain how your job is going to work. You have serious debts that need to be paid, and the bonus and increase in salary will help there, and some of the money you bring in will also help you there. After I get my cut, of course." "What do you mean, 'the money I bring in?'" Louise said. "Have you ever heard the term, 'corporate whore?'" Bob said. Louise just shook her head no, so Bob continued. "A corporate whore is a person in the employ of a company, usually – but not always – a woman, whose job it is to have sex with clients and anyone else who has the money to pay for her favors," Bob said. "The company provides the whore, and the client pays her for her services." Louise was reeling at this information. He couldn't possibly be considering that for her. But one look at Bob's face and she knew he was serious. "Don't worry, dear," Bob said. "I'll make sure they're clean. You'll get used to it pretty quickly. Knowing your nature, you'll be as happy as a duck on a pond inside of a week." "Like hell I will," Louise said. "No way. No way am I going to do this." "Louise, Louise," Bob said, in the tone a disappointed schoolteacher might take with an unruly student. "You don't get it, do you. Let me spell it out for you. You don't have any choice. Say no, and your husband – hell your whole family – will get a nice juicy file full of these photos dropped into their e-mails. You honestly don't think old Willard – isn't that his name? – would approve of his lovely wife appearing in a series of porno shots, now do you?" "You wouldn't," Louise whispered. "Try me," Bob said. "Make no mistake, bitch. I own you now, one way or another. Either you turn tricks for me here or you turn them on the street after hubby dear kicks your slut ass out of the house and you lose your job, because Pomeroy somehow got a copy of the file. And I don't think you'll like turning tricks out on the street very much. So, what's it going to be? My way or the highway? You decide." Louise was trapped. She knew it; Bob knew it. She was going to be his whore, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. The nude shots she might have been able to explain to her husband, but there was no way she could explain the sex shots. Willard had a prickly, peculiar sense of propriety where the business world was concerned. In his world, it was customary for high-level executives to have their mistresses, and many of them did. She didn't know for sure, but she suspected the Willard did as well. But the wife of a vice president for a major multi-national corporation was held to a different standard, one that looked askance on that wife appearing in porn. "So what do you want?" Louise said, with an air of resignation. Bob sat back in his seat, and Louise could clearly see the bulge in his slacks. "First thing I want is to see your tits," Bob said. "Then I want to see how well you can suck a cock. Later, after lunch, I have an assignment for you." "An assignment?" Louise said fearfully. "Yes, dear, an assignment," Bob said gleefully. "A client of mine is in from out of town, and he asked me to procure him a woman to entertain him this afternoon." Louise felt an icy feeling race up and down her spine, and yet she was shocked as a slight twinge in her groin sparked through her conscious. Was she aroused at the prospect of playing the role of a hooker? With trembling fingers, she slowly unbuttoned her sweater, until it hung open. She looked over at Bob, who was slowly kneading the ridge of flesh under the cloth of his pants. He nodded for her to continue. She pulled the sweater off, then flipped her tits out of the cups of her bra and stood before her new boss. "Good," Bob said softly. "Now play with your nipples." Louise did as she was told, and a sizzle of lust crackled through her body from the feelings of arousal that caused. "Take off your skirt," Bob commanded, and Louise complied, without any hesitation. Bob chuckled when he noticed the wet spot at the crotch of Louise's panties. He'd been right about her all along; she was just a slut waiting for the right person to draw her out. He slid his chair back away from his desk, and turned slightly toward Louise. The bulge in his slacks was plain as day. "Take my cock out and suck me dry, like I know you can," Bob said. "You're a pig, you know that?" Louise spat. "Now, is that any way to talk to the man who holds your future in his hands?" Bob said. "Two clicks of this mouse is all it will take to send you out on the street. So I'd suggest that you at least pretend to be nice to me. And you can start by giving me your best Grade A blowjob." Louise was beaten, and they both knew it. With an audible sigh, she knelt in front of Bob's chair and reached up to unfasten his belt, then she undid his pants, pulled the zipper down and eased his pants down past his knees. Bob's cock was throbbing hard in his jockey shorts, a hard ridge of needy flesh. She flipped the shorts down and his cock popped up, ready for action. In spite of her fear and revulsion, Louise had to admit that Bob had a very nice cock, a good eight inches worth of meat and plenty fat. She hefted Bob's cock in her hands, stroking it slowly, and quickly saw a big dollop of pre-cum ooze from the tip. She bent her head down and licked up the clear fluid then rolled her tongue around the crown. She used her lips and tongue to get his shaft wet and slick with her saliva, then worked her mouth back up the shaft, opened wide and drew the head past her lips. Louise hummed as she slid two-thirds of his cock into her mouth. She worked her tongue around the shaft as she kept a tight seal around his cock with her lips. Up and down, up and down, Louise worked her magic with her mouth. She'd always been good at oral sex, and her instincts simply kicked in with Bob. After awhile, she pulled his cock free of her mouth and slid her tongue back down his shaft, down to where his cum-filled balls were rolling free and easy. She took first one, then the other, then both of his testicles in her mouth and lashed them with her tongue. Bob groaned heavily at that. He'd enjoyed some good blowjobs in his time, but he didn't think he'd ever had one quite like this. Louise was starting to warm to her task now. Having given his balls a liberal dose of her mouth, she moved back up and inhaled Bob's twitching cock. She vacuumed the whole thing in one deep suck. She made sure she got every bit of it, and even made sure she let her nose get a good tickle from his pubic hair, before she worked her mouth back up and began to suck in earnest. She gripped the base of his cock with one hand, subtly jacking him off while she worked her mouth up and down on the part of his dick she could easily take. Bob was writhing and jerking in his chair, and he unconsciously put a hand to the back of Louise's head, gripping her thick, honey-blonde hair to work her harder on his cock. "Oh yeah," he panted. "You're good, real good. I'm fixing to come, and when I do, I want you to swallow every drop." Louise had to laugh inside. She'd never had any intention of doing anything but swallowing. It was what she did when she gave a blowjob. She'd always liked the taste of cum, going back as far as her wild and restless youth. She worked her lips faster and harder on Bob's rigid pole, and she could feel him tensing, could feel his cock swelling in her mouth. Bob thrust up with his hips once, twice, then on his third thrust, he gave up his control. With a roar, he exploded in a good half-dozen hard spurts of cum that Louise expertly swallowed into her stomach. She squeezed the base of his cock with her hand to milk him of everything he had in his balls, and there was a lot of it. Long after the initial outburst, Bob kept shooting smaller drops of cum that Louise dutifully sucked up and swallowed until his sated cock began to wilt in her mouth. She pulled her mouth away with an audible pop. Her chest was heaving and her face was flushed. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was soaked. Bob saw her condition, and didn't hesitate. He motioned for Louise to sit up on the desk in front of him. She complied, and he pulled the crotch of her panties away. He hissed as he got his first look at her dripping wet pussy, framed by the thick carpet of dark blonde hair. Louise didn't care about anything right then except getting her needs met. She needed to come in the worst way, and it didn't matter that it was her boss who was going to lick her pussy on his desk after coercing her into sex. She just needed to come. And that's just what she got, and quickly too. Bob could be cruel, but he knew how to please a woman and he bent briskly to his task, swiping his tongue up Louise's furrow, then boring into her drooling hole. He tongue-fucked her just briefly, the slashed his tongue up her slot and rolled her clit with it. Louise threw her head back in sheer ecstasy, wallowing in the sensations of Bob's mouth on her hot box. She wrapped her manicured hands around the back of his head, lacing her fingers in his hair, the better to keep him right where she wanted him. Bob used his lips, his tongue, and then added his fingers to bring Louise hurtling toward a tumultuous climax. She was writhing and shaking on his desk as the orgasm washed over her, and with a sharp cry, she came hard on Bob's face, covering his mouth with the juice of her lust. At length, she came down from her orgasmic high, while Bob pushed himself away and straightened his clothes. "Get dressed, and take the phone off voice mail," Bob said quietly. "We have some things to do – legitimate business – before you take off for your afternoon rendezvous." "Yes sir," Louise said. When she was dressed and back at her desk in the office foyer, she thought about what had just happened. On the one hand, she was mortified at the prospects of being Bob Daniels' whore. On the other hand, there was no question that she had gotten into what she was doing, once she'd gotten over the shock of being blackmailed like that. She did still have her debts, and she did still have sexual needs that weren't being met at home. She knew she was caught between a rock and a hard place, and since she didn't have any choice but to fuck at Bob's behest, she decided that she might as well glean what pleasure she could from it. She had a sense of impending disaster, but she figured she'd play it out and see what happened. The rest of the morning was filled with the mundane part of her job, scheduling appointments, taking dictation, delivering messages. But a little before noon, Bob called Louise into his office again and had her shut the door. Louise thought she was going to be the recipient of a quickie, and she had resigned herself to it, but Bob was all business – sort of. "We need to talk about your fees and so forth related to your ... ah, new position," Bob said. "Since I'm the one procuring the customers, I get a nice percentage of everything you make. Since I'm not in this for a living, I'll be generous. I'll take 40 percent, which leaves you 60 percent. Now if you want to go out on your own and freelance, as it were, in order to keep everything for yourself, fine, but I wouldn't recommend it. As long as you work for me, I'll take care of you. I'll guard your safety and, like I said, everyone who comes to you will be certified clean – that is, disease-free. You won't have that protection if you go out on your own." Bob had it all worked out. Simple blowjobs would run $60, a half-hour of straight sex would go for $100, an hour for $150 and anal would go for $200. Customers who wanted her for the entire afternoon would pay $500 and all-nighters would go for $1,000. Louise let him finish, then started in with her concerns. "I don't know about anal," she said. "I've never done it that way. Willard thinks it's perverted and he's never even tried it." "Well, you'd better learn how pretty quick," Bob said. "All of your holes are to be available, at any time." "And I can't do all-nighters when my husband is home," she said nervously. "You know that." "True," Bob said. "Okay, for now, we'll limit your availability for all-nighters for those times when Willard is out of town on business. Agreed?" Louise Goes Down Ch. 02 "I guess so," Louise said. She wasn't liking this a bit. "Finally, there is the matter of your attire," Bob said. "A whore should look like a whore. To begin with, you should never wear panties or pantyhose to work – ever. You can dress 'conservatively' when you leave the house and when you perform your secretarial functions for me in the mornings. But when it's time for you to fuck, I want you to look the part. I have an apartment about three blocks from here, a little love nest I've kept for the past few years, and that will be your base. You can keep your, ah, new wardrobe there and change clothes there." "My new wardrobe?" Louise said, puzzled. Bob reached in his desk and removed a card and handed it to Louise. It was a gift card worth $1,000 at an exclusive boutique that specialized in cutting-edge fashions. "I want you to pick out the shortest, tightest dresses you can find, the sluttiest clothes imaginable," Bob said with a leer. "They can outfit you completely – shoes, garter belts, thigh-highs – everything you need to look like the slut you are. Ask for Deb; she's a friend of mine. She'll get you fixed right up. Go on. She's expecting you. Then, when you have everything you need, I want you to get fixed up in the sluttiest dress you have and go to this location (he scribbled the address of a nearby hotel on a piece of paper and handed it to her). Be there at 2 o'clock. Your first john is a fellow named Peter, a client from Cleveland. He's going to pay you for the entire afternoon. You are to do anything and everything he wants. Do you understand?" "Yes sir," Louise said in a defeated tone of voice. "Good," Bob said. "You'd better run on then. You don't have a lot of time to waste." Louise could feel a kernel of excitement budding in her gut. She had an inkling that she was about to get fucked like she'd never been fucked before, and it left her with a queasy feeling. She was truly dismayed at the turn of events that had led her to this point, but the prospect of doing something truly wicked and wild appealed to her latent slut. Precisely at 2 o'clock, Louise was standing in front of the door to Room 2155 of one of the city's high-rise hotels in the downtown district. Butterflies were roiling in her stomach as she stood there working up the courage to knock on the door. She had spent over an hour at the boutique and the salesgirl fixed her up with everything she needed, approximately $900 worth of clothes, and it was all stuff she'd never be caught dead wearing in the polite society she and her husband were used to rubbing elbows with. On Deb's recommendation, she'd chosen to wear a short red dress with a plunging neckline, a scoop back and a hem that stopped just four inches below the curve of her butt. Other than her earrings, a small necklace, her high heels and a knee-length trench coat, she wore nothing else. Never in her life had she felt more exposed than when she'd made the 10-block walk from Bob's apartment to the hotel. She had felt the eyes of everyone follow her as she walked through the lobby to the elevator. She half expected – half-hoped – she'd be accosted by hotel security and escorted from the premises for so obviously engaging in prostitution, but no one had stopped her. Once in the elevator, she had pulled off her wedding and engagement rings and put them in her small handbag. It was a symbolic gesture to her, signifying that for the moment she wasn't a wife and mother, but just another whore going to meet a john. Finally, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Seconds later, the door opened and Peter Scolari escorted her into the room. Their eyes swept over each other and they both nodded. Peter was a tall, lean man with dark hair, liberally flecked with gray, and piercing dark eyes. He was dressed in a pair of slacks and a dress shirt that was hanging loose from his pants and the cuffs were undone. The minutiae of his business lay scattered over the desk, but the bed was turned down and ready. "You're a little older than what I expected, but that's OK," Peter said in a rich baritone. "I prefer women with a little seasoning." "I guess I'll take that as a compliment," Louise said. "So, what's your pleasure? I was told you wanted me for the afternoon. Is that still what you want?" "Without question." Peter said. "How much to have you until 6 o'clock?" "Five hundred," Louise answered. "And that's for anything I want, right?" Peter said. "Anything," Louise said, then thought she'd better add a qualifier. "That's anything that doesn't involve pain, bodily wastes or animals. Other than that, you can fuck me anywhere you want." Peter laughed and reached in his wallet, pulled out five 100-dollar bills and handed them over to Louise. She nodded, folded the bills and stuffed them into her small handbag. Now that she was here, she was starting to get into the role of the hooker. Her pussy was starting to get creamy and she felt the tingle of incipient arousal. She set her bag on the small table, removed her coat and draped it over a chair then strutted slowly to where Peter was standing. She melted into his arms and they kissed, hard but with a slow smoky lust. At length, she pulled away and slowly unbuttoned his shirt then raked her nails through the dark forest of curls that covered most of his chest. He had a powerful upper body, like he worked out, and that got Louise's motor running hot. She knew instinctively that she would eventually encounter men who were less than appealing, but if the majority of her clients were anything like Peter, she'd be a very happy hooker indeed. She started to work on his pants, but he stopped her. "I want to see what I'm paying for," he said, reaching down to pull off his shoes and socks. Louise reached behind her and unzipped the little dress then let it shimmy off her hips onto the floor. She struck a seductive stance, not unlike one of the poses she'd gotten used to doing during her photo sessions with Brandon. Peter's eyes swept up and down the mature blonde, noting the breasts that sat high and proud on her chest, the thick blonde bush at the juncture of her legs, which he was happy to see were slim and toned. "Do I pass?" she said softly sliding back to press her body against Peter's. "Absolutely," Peter said as he filled his hands with Louise's tits. "Very nice." She reached down and caressed the nice-sized bulge in Peter's slacks, feeling it pulse in her hands. She needed to see it, to feel it in the flesh. Her hands quickly opened his belt, unfastened his pants and dropped the zipper. The pants fell to the floor and Peter stepped out of them the same moment that Louise slid her hand into the hole in his shorts. His cock was hot and hard, with the head poking invitingly out of his foreskin. She was a little taken aback as she realized that she'd never fucked a guy who hadn't been circumcised. She pulled his shorts down and swept her gaze up and down Peter's naked body. Without even thinking about it, she dropped to her knees, staring at the hard cock, which stood out strong from a dark thatch of pubic hair. She pulled the foreskin back and licked her lips as the head stared back at her. Louise stuck out her tongue tentatively and licked the crown, lapping up the pre-cum that boiled out the tip. She pressed her attack and licked her way down the shaft, laving Peter's cock with her lips and tongue. She spent a little bit of time working her tongue around the area right under the crown, and was gratified to hear a soft groan of pleasure escape Peter's mouth. Satisfied that she had her customer where she wanted him, Louise opened her mouth and slid his cock past her lips. She worked a good two-thirds of him in on the first suck then began a slow bobbing motion, back and forth, rolling her tongue around the shaft as she feasted on his cock. Reaching up, she cupped his low-hanging balls with one hand, softly caressing his cum-filled sac. She was starting to warm to the task now, all thoughts of home, husband and family washed away by the tide of her lust. Louise knew the slut side she'd tried so hard for all those years to suppress was taking over her life, and right about then, she really didn't care. Peter might have been content to blow the back of Louise's head off with his climax. But he wanted to sample the delightful charms of her pussy, so he gently pried her head off of his cock, and got a jolt of lust at the way tendrils of spittle and pre-cum kept them connected for a couple of seconds. Louise was ready. She lay back on the bed and opened her legs, giving Peter a good look at her dripping cunt, the desire etched on her face as she looked up at him. Peter knelt on the bed between her legs and ran the head of his cock between her labia several times, just to get it acclimated. Then with a grunt, he pushed the head past her opening, thrust forward with his hips and drove his cock all the way into Louise's pussy. Louise gasped at the sudden intrusion, a gasp that morphed into a long moan of pent-up passion. Peter quickly settled into a nice, easy rhythm, sluicing his cock back and forth in Louise's hungry depths. He leaned over and took her tits in his hands, squeezing the mounds and rolling her nipples between his fingers. Louise wrapped her legs around Peter's waist and worked her hips upward to meet Peter's incoming thrusts. She was on a fast track to a tremendous climax, with the crackle of sensation building to a crescendo. She shook her head rhythmically and she gave out little squeals as the feelings swelled to a head. Peter, too, was feeling the sizzle of his orgasm mounting, and he decided there was no need to make a big effort to hold it back. He had all afternoon to spend with this mature beauty, and he was fully capable of coming back strong and putting his cock where he really wanted it. Together, they worked for each other's benefit, each thrust ratcheting the passion ever higher. They were talking, cooing, moaning, and urging each other on as they hurtled to the finish line. Sweat covered their bodies as they climbed to the top. It was Louise who finally tumbled off the cliff first. Her body stiffened for a long, pregnant second, then her body shuddered as the orgasm rippled through her body. She cried out in gasping, choking sounds and her groin spasmed hard. That was more than Peter could handle, and with a loud groan he thrust his cock as deep as he could and exploded with a hard load of white-hot cum. He collapsed on Louise as he emptied himself in her twitching pussy. As the sensations abated, they clutched each other in the heat of the moment. Peter finally rolled off Louise, his cock momentarily sated, his cum flowing from her well-fucked cunt in hot streams. As the orgasmic feelings faded, Louise lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. It was official now, she thought. She was a full-fledged whore. She could rationalize away what had happened the previous week at Brandon's apartment. She had been manipulated into it; she had done it in the context of posing for pictures; she really hadn't understood what she was doing. But not this time. She had deliberately met a stranger in his hotel room, taken his money and had sex with him. And he wasn't done with her. She was on the verge of tears, when Peter brought her back to earth. "Come on, let's shower together," he said. "I have something I want to do, and I want you clean." Louise had an idea of what that something was, and somehow that improved her mood. She was ready to try something she'd never done before, and that got her mind off her predicament. She felt like could get through this as long as she didn't think too much about the consequences of what she was doing, if she could just do it and react. The water was warm and refreshing as Peter and Louise stood under the shower. Peter took the soap and lathered it all over her body and Louise found herself responding. He had nice hands, and as he worked the soap over her skin, she felt her arousal starting the spike. At his command, she leaned over and let him work his fingers between her legs, cleaning the cum from her cunt and opening her ass. Peter stood behind her as he worked his fingers into her holes, and whispered in her ear. "You know what I want, don't you," he said. Louise just nodded as she closed her eyes and let the feelings flow through her. At that, Peter pulled his hands away, and Louise took the soap and returned the favor, getting a good lather going. She concentrated on his cock, making sure she cleaned under his foreskin, and at his direction got his ass good and clean. She was puzzled at this, until he leaned against the wall, with his butt thrust slightly outward. "I want you to do something really nasty to me," he said, with a wicked smile on his face. "What's that?" Louise said. "Get on your knees and lick my ass," he said. "And make sure you get your tongue in there good. You want me hard again? That'll do it. That's why I wanted you to make sure I was clean." As the warm water beat down on her back, Louise knelt on the floor of the tub behind Peter. She spread his butt cheeks and stared at his brown starfish. A shudder ripped through her body at the thought of what she was about to do, but she couldn't say no. So, with a deep breath, she pressed her face to his ass, stuck out her tongue and began to lick. She laved the outside of his hole, then as he groaned with lust, she began to get into the flow of what she was doing. It was so nasty, so kinky that it turned her on in a perverted way. As Peter relaxed, she wormed her tongue into his hole, and hummed as she did. As she worked her mouth on his ass, she reached around and found him bursting hard. She slowly stroked his cock up into rampant hardness, and got a real thrill at the power she had over this man – or any man. At length, Peter decided they'd had enough foreplay. He stood up, pulled Louise to her feet and shut off the water. They kissed deeply as they stood there dripping wet, then they got towels, dried off and dashed back to the bed. Louise detoured to her purse and fished out the small tube of lubricant she'd bought at the drugstore down the street on her way to the hotel. She recalled the knowing look on the face of the sales clerk who'd rung up her purchase. At the time, she'd felt embarrassed; now it amused her. On Peter's instructions, she knelt on the bed, with her ass in the air. She thought he was going to get right down to it, but he surprised her by kneeling behind her and pressing his face to her crotch. He slashed his tongue down the wet furrow of her pussy, curling it over her throbbing clit then working his mouth back up until his tongue was over her opening. He bored his tongue into her pussy, and Louise gasped as sparkles of lust raced through her body. "Oh, baby, that feels sooooo goooood," she panted. Peter just chuckled as he pressed his mouth harder into her ever-flowing cunt, then suddenly he swiped his tongue up to her pink asshole. He circled it several times as Louise lifted her head and howled in surprise. He licked her ass with every bit as much purpose as she'd done him earlier, and she reacted about the same way, climbing quickly toward a climax, but before it could fire off, Peter pulled away, leaving her hanging. But he didn't leave her hanging long. As soon as she'd settled down a little bit, he went back at it, alternating between sucking her pussy and licking her ass. As soon as she started reaching for a climax, however, he pulled back. Louise groaned in abject frustration, but she understood what his game was, and she liked it. She knew he wanted her screaming in need when he finally got to the point where he was ready to fuck her ass. And that moment was rapidly approaching. Peter was trembling with lust as he got up on his knees, took the tube of jelly, opened it up, squeezed out a generous dollop onto his fingers and smeared it over her ass. He just circled her anus at first, just rimming the outer edge, getting her really worked up. Louise was going nuts with need, but she gritted her teeth and waited, and presently, Peter finally slid his middle finger into her rectum. Louise groaned heavily as Peter slowly worked his finger back and forth in her butt. He worked on Louise with one hand while he took a strip of jelly on his other hand and began to stroke his cock slowly, getting it good and slimy. As he softly stroked himself, Peter slid a second finger into Louise's ass, and pushed two fingers into her dripping cunt. He expertly worked his hand into her holes, getting her good and loose, while she felt her arousal climbing to a higher pitch than she could ever remember. "Tell me what you want me to do, Louise," Peter said, with a definite strain in his voice. "Oh God, fuck me, fuck me," she panted. "Fuck you, where?" he said. "My ass!" she cried as she reached back and pulled her butt cheeks open as wide as possible. "Fuck my ass and make ... me ... come!" Peter smiled as he pulled his hand away from Louise's crotch. He held the head of h is cock to her anus, which was no longer puckered, but was open, smooth and ready. He pushed forward subtly with his hips until suddenly his cock overcame whatever resistance there was and the head entered her ass. Louise screamed in a weird combination of pain and passion as Peter held just the head of his cock in her rectum. Slowly, he pushed forward, filling her butt with his meat, and the more he put in, the better it felt. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced before in her life, and the second he got all of it in and began to fuck her ass, she went wild. Her orgasm exploded like an atomic bomb, her body thrashing on the bed as she threw her hips back to get as much of his cock in her ass as she could. She clutched the sheets, threw her head in every direction, moaned, cursed, gasped, panted and screamed out her overwhelming lust. She had never dreamed that having her ass fucked could produce such sensations, but there was no mistaking what she was feeling. And Peter just kept leisurely working his cock at a strong, steady pace, fucking Louise's tight, buttery ass with a controlled fury. For the better part of an hour, he fucked Louise's ass, stopping several times to let his climax subside. Louise, however, had no such respite. After her initial explosion of sensation, she kept climbing higher and higher, until every nerve ending was crackling with orgasmic intensity, until her only thoughts were of orgasmic sensation. Her mind was dulled by a veil of pure lust that wrapped her in a vicious cocoon, leaving her a sweaty, formless mass of fucked-out flesh. Finally, Peter could feel his control slipping, and he picked up the pace, working his cock harder and faster in her spastic butt until he felt the crackle of cum boiling over in his scrotum. With a loud roar, he felt the molten semen race through his cock and explode out the end. Peter basted Louise's bowels with a steaming load of hot wet cum, firing over and over into her clenching ass. Louise barely felt it. She was flowing slowly down a river of lust from the incredible heights she stayed at for so long, finally slumping forward onto the bed in a semi-comatose state. Peter's cock slowly wilted in Louise's ass and he finally pulled it from her with a soft plop. He stared as her anus stayed open, red and wet, for long seconds as cum rolled out of it and down over her splayed-open pussy. He finally staggered off the bed, grabbed one of the towels to dry off his sweaty body, then set about rousing Louise back to consciousness. Louise was drained, physically and emotionally, as she walked painfully back to Bob's apartment. The winter darkness had already descended on the city and there was the hint of snow in the air. Louise Goes Down Ch. 02 Now that she had come down off her orgasmic high, she was feeling a depressing guilt over what she was having to do, not to mention that her legs were freezing in the early-winter cold. The wind felt like it was blowing straight from the North Pole right up her naked crotch. She actually thought she could feel Peter's cum turning to ice between her legs. Bob was waiting when she arrived, and she dutifully handed over $200, then stripped off her dress. Bob looked her over good, and decided he could wait to get his dick wet. Louise had showered and dressed in her conservative work clothes, and was headed out the door in silence, when Bob stopped her. "When can you do an overnighter?" he asked. "I ... don't know," she answered wearily. "I think Willard's going to England on Thursday, but I'll check for sure. Why?" "I want to watch you and Brandon take some pictures," Bob said. "From what I've seen and from what he's told me, you're quite a little camera hound. He says you could be a star as an adult model, if you ever really got into it. Then, I want my turn. When I fuck you the first time, I want it to be a fuck for the ages." In spite of her exhaustion, Louise felt a jolt of lust slither through her body. She just stared at Bob for a long second before turning to head for home. "Whatever you say, boss," she said. (To be continued)