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I was enjoying a lazy relaxing morning, doing not very much at all. I’d showered, but not much more. I was sitting drinking a freshly made coffee, reading the Financial Times. I heard the door, and then my husband walked in. He looked serious.
“You’re home early, I wasn’t expecting you until at least seven! Coffee?” I asked.
“Please,” Hubby replied.
I poured him a coffee, strong. Black. I placed it in front of him, lightly kissed him on the cheek. Then re-tying my silk wrap, the only thing I had on, I sat back down. I waited, he’d tell me what was up, when he was ready.
“I’m on my way to meet with a client. If I can pursued him to sign, and its still an if, it will be a biggie. If we did no more business this year it wouldn’t matter.” Hubby said.
“So why the long face?” I asked.
“I’ve done business with him before. He always requires an escort when he’s in town, a rather special escort.”
“So use the one you got him last time.” I said flatly.
“That’s the problem. She won’t, apparently he fucks for hours, made her pass out, plus his cock is too big for her. I offered he more money - no go.”
“So find another darling, we live in London, how hard can it be” I asked.
“He has rather specific tastes. Very attractive, 5’8” at least, short blonde hair, large breasts, long legs. She must do anal. Shaved pussy.”
“Ah now I see. You want me to fuck him, is that it?” I said
“Would you? You fit what he wants to a tee. But he’s a bit kinky.”
“How kinky?” I asked, intrigued.
“Well he likes stocking, high heels. Very erotic underwear. Anal as I said. Some bondage, and spanking.”
“That’s not kinky, that’s normal darling. So when do you want me to meet him?”
“You’ll do it? Thank you darling. Its tomorrow evening, so you could use the apartment?”
“Tomorrow. You naughty bastard!” I retorted.
Thursday night were my nights. Nights I fucked my lovers. I never brought them here, to our home, but used an apartment I had inherited from an uncle.
“You’ll do it? Oh thank you darling, but he must never know you are my wife, whatever happens, nor that you are a majority share holder in the company.”
“He’ll never know. Now how much am I worth?”
“Well the girls we normally use charge £1000 to £2000.”
“I’m not your usual, £3000 and I’ll do whatever he wants. Now will he pay me, or will you?”
“No, he’ll pay”
“Good, now I need some clothes and things to entertain you’re client, Give me twenty minutes. We are going shopping.” I told Hubby.
London has some wonderful shops, I knew where to go, a little shop just off Holloway Road. It looked unremarkable from the outside, but inside, well that was a different matter. I’d decided PVC would be best, wipe-able. I select various items, half bras, high cut suspender belts, a corset, several waspies. Stockings, seamed, shinny, eight denier, very sheer, very sexy. I selected some killer heels, eight inches.
“Aren’t they just a little high?” Hubby asked.
“I don’t think I’ll be doing much walking in them, do you?”
“Box them sweetie, and I’ll have the red ones as well as the black.”
I looked at my purchases, realising there were no panties, no thongs.
Hubby produced his credit card, and paid. Next a boot maker. Thigh high boots, three pairs, black, white, and red. Hubby was there with his card.
It was six o’clock. I’d shower and applied body lotion to my entire body. I was preparing myself. He’d be here at eight. My body glistened, my nipples tingled with anticipation, excitement. My pussy was freshly shaved, smooth. I ran my fingers across my mound, and then between my legs. Very smooth. Earlier I had, had an enema. I was prepared. I applied false eyelashes, and then began to apply my slap. Dark and smoky. Black eye shadow, lightening slightly as it reached my eyebrows, then a little blusher over my foundation.
Hubby sat watching
“Are you feeling guilty that you are about to pimp your ever loving wife?” I asked.
“No darling, why should I? No if you met him at a party, you’d fuck him for free.”
“Is he handsome them?” I asked. “I should have asked before. God he’s not fat is he?”
“No, young, about thirty, tall, blonde, athletic,” Hubby said.
“And with a big cock! Stop you’re making me wet.”
I changed my nipple piercing from my normal bars, to circular disks, which hid my aureoles’ and just allowed my nipples to poke thorough. They were already erect and slotted into the holes perfectly.
Hubby helped me dress. He clipped the suspender belt tightly around my waist. It was wide, reaching to just a couple of inches above my pussy. The PVC was soft, and very comfortable. I rolled the stocking up, before unrolling them up my legs, Hubby clipped them onto the suspender belt. Then the matching half bra. My breast rested perfectly in half cups, my nipple pointing out over the tops. A matching choker was buckled around my neck. It was nearly time. I double checked the apartment. Champagne in the cooler by the bed, two flouts. A section of toys, a dildo, my favourite rabbit.
“Time for the shoes, darling, then you must be off, don’t want him seeing you, do we.”
I stepped into the black killer heels, Hubby strapped the wide straps around my ankles, and closed the mock padlock shut. I was ready.
“No wait, I said as Hubby was at the door. Butt plug, forgot the butt plug.”
I leant of the hall chair, my arse in the air, as Hubby slid my diamante butt plug into my eager back passage. I squeezed my anal muscles, enjoying the sensation. Then he was gone. I waited. Waited for my client. My paying client. God I was wet.
I spoke into the security entry phone, “Good evening, how my I help you?”
“I’m Lothar, I believe you are expecting me.”
“Yes I am, please come up.” I pressed the button which released the lobby door lock. Seconds later there was a knock at the apartment door. I checked through the security peep hole. Then opened the door. Lothar smiled at me, looking me up and down, hungrily as he took in my bare breasts, and shaved pussy, my long legs encased in their shear stockings.. I closed the door behind him.
“They told me you were hot, wow, they weren’t wrong.”
I smiled at him, then remembering I was a professional, “Just a matter of the………”
“Ah sorry, yes the money. Very business like of you.”
He handed me £3000 in fifties, I folded it, and put it safely in hall dresser.
I led him through, “Bubbly?”
“No, what I want is to fuck you. I want to fuck your cunt, then fuck your arse, before coming in your mouth. Then I’ll have a drink, while you get me hard again. Now suck my cock, get me hard.”
I smiled, squatting in front of him, unzipping his trousers, and pulling his cock free. The other escort. Other escort? I was an escort? Well she had been right about one thing, he really did have a big cock, bigger than any I had seen before, and if I do say so myself I did have a little experience. I ran my tongue although the underside of the shaft, my first professional blow job. I flicked the glands with the tip of my tongue, then back down, before returning, this time I opened my mouth, and took the tip into my mouth, my tongue never still, my hand working the shaft, my free hand between my legs, exciting my clit. His erection was impressive. More than that, it was fucking awesome. Its one thing having a big cock, but could he use it, could he stay the course of the evening.
“Time to get you out of those clothes, I think.”
I helped him, undressed him. Stripped him, his cock jutting out obscenely. Just how I liked them.
He pushed me back onto the bed, I spread my legs, as he went down on me, his tongue busy running the length of my outer labia, before parting it again with his tongue, a he knew how to use. He probed inside my inner labia, but not penetrating me with. I was panting, on the edge of orgasm. His tongue headed south, south to my anus, where he discovered my butt plug.
“That pompous twat said you were a dirty whore, looks like he knew what he was talking about.”
He pulled the plug, inching it out of me, before thrusting it back inside me, at the same time, he hooked two finger inside me, hooking up, and finding my G-spot first time, his thumb was on my clit, massaging it, as his fingers massaged my G-spot. I came suddenly, loudly and forcefully. I arched my back, screaming with utter pleasure. My juices poured out of me, onto my thighs, it felt like a stream of them trickled down onto my pulsating anus. He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down, my orgasm seemed only to re doubled his efforts to pleasure me. Pleasure me, pleasure he was paying for. I came again, then immediately again. My body shone with perspiration. I wanted his cock inside me, I needed it inside me.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
He ignored me, continuing his assault on my cunt, my G-spot, my clit. His other hand was busy, two fingers in my arse, finger fucking, fast and furious. I was coming again. I groaned, as another wave of leisure washed over me. How many times was it, I’d lost count, and he hadn’t fucked me. Yet.
At last he was between my legs. My heels pointed towards the ceiling, my knees slightly bent. The tip of his cock was against my sopping wet cunt. I couldn’t believe how much juice was flowing out of me, some of it pooled in my anus, I relaxed, and felt a little trickle into my back passage. He pushed his hips, and his massive, hard veined cock was inside me. He was huge. Thick. Hard. Long, so long. He slide inside, straight up to the hilt, I felt his ball knock against my arse, as I gasped.
“Oh my God, fucking hell, yesssssssssss, oh, yesssssssssss, I panted, coming again.”
He fucked me, gradually getting faster, and harder. He was like a steam train pounding in and out of me. Almost out, then all the way back in, over and over again. I’d never, and I mean never, experienced anything like it in my life. I gripped his cock with my cunt muscles, revealing in the feel of the steel like cock inside me. My nails dug into his back, racking them down, I lifted the top half of my body upwards, finding his lips I kissed him, my tongue inside his mouth, he reciprocated, but he didn’t slow, his cock fucked my deep, fucked me hard. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my heels on his arse. I came twice in quick succession. I felt his cock stiffen, throbbing deep within me. He didn’t come. He had such self control. He pulled out of my stretched cunt, looked down at me.
“You fucking whore you love, that wanker Jamie was right to pick you, maybe he’s not such cunt after all. Turn over, I want to fuck your arse.”
I did as I was bid, on all fours, my arse skywards. Would I be able to take his cock in my arse, not just the size, but could I be fucked in the arse like he’d just fucked my cunt. There was KY gel on the beside table, he used it, liberally on his cock, and then inside me, using his fingers. Then it was time, I felt the massive head of his cock spreading my sphincter. I wasn’t an anal virgin, but it felt like that first time, as he split me apart, tearing my anus. He ripped my more as he forced his cock into me. I screamed, a mixture of pain, and pleasure. Then it was all pleasure, as I became accustomed to his size. Then he began. Gently at first, then the strokes became longer, as they became longer, so they became faster. Faster and harder. I came again, the orgasm almost hurt. My nails dug into the mattress, I bit into the sheets, as he fucked me with mercy. His hands gripped my tits, tugging at my nipples. They were rocs hard. Hard like his cock. So hard they were pain to the touch. The pain from them was intense. The intensity made me come again. “Oh God yes, fuck my arse, fuck my arse, faster, faster……..yesssssssssss……deeper you fucking bastard, I’m your whore use me, fuck meeeeeeeeeee” I screamed. He used me, pitilessly.
He ripped his cock free, “I’m coming bitch, suck me,” he panted. I turned, noticing hi sweating flushed faced. I took his cock, straight from my arse, and sucked it, I took it deep into my mouth, into my throat. He came then, ejaculating deep into my mouth, into my throat. It seemed to me that litres of come flooded into my mouth. I drank it down, as his hard big cock throbbed, and twitched in my mouth. At last he was spent, and fell back onto the bed panting.
I took the bubbly from the cooler, and poured two glasses, I gulped the first down, savouring the cool refreshing liquid. Then sipped the second. I’d not finished the second, when he said “Suck me, I want to fuck you again!”
“So soon?” I questioned. Surely he needed more time to recover.
“Fucking suck my cock whore,” he commanded.
I did his bidding, his words exciting me again. No sooner than his cock was in my mouth, than he was hard again. I sucked his cock, sucked his balls. Used my tongue, used my experience, while he sipped Champers.
“Now straddle me, ride my cock you fucking bitch, let me watch you fuck yourself on my hard cock. Take it all whore.” He panted.
I did as he asked, squatting above him on my heels. I lowered my cunt, holding his cock in one hand and guided his cock to the entrance to my pussy, held myself open with my other hand, and guided him in onto his hardness. I had it all inside me, then I fucked him, slowly at first, gradually faster, but always holding him deep. His hand held my hips, as he thrust his hips upwards, suddenly I wasn’t fucking him, he was yet again fucking me. I ached, but came again.
He fucked me for hours, his stamina was unbelievable. When he came, it was always in copious amounts, flooding my mouth, my cunt, or best of all my arse. Then his time was up. Four hours he’d fucked me, I didn’t believe it possible. Lost count f my orgasms. I was totally, and utterly fucked.
“You’re home early, I wasn’t expecting you until at least seven! Coffee?” I asked.
“Please,” Hubby replied.
I poured him a coffee, strong. Black. I placed it in front of him, lightly kissed him on the cheek. Then re-tying my silk wrap, the only thing I had on, I sat back down. I waited, he’d tell me what was up, when he was ready.
“I’m on my way to meet with a client. If I can pursued him to sign, and its still an if, it will be a biggie. If we did no more business this year it wouldn’t matter.” Hubby said.
“So why the long face?” I asked.
“I’ve done business with him before. He always requires an escort when he’s in town, a rather special escort.”
“So use the one you got him last time.” I said flatly.
“That’s the problem. She won’t, apparently he fucks for hours, made her pass out, plus his cock is too big for her. I offered he more money - no go.”
“So find another darling, we live in London, how hard can it be” I asked.
“He has rather specific tastes. Very attractive, 5’8” at least, short blonde hair, large breasts, long legs. She must do anal. Shaved pussy.”
“Ah now I see. You want me to fuck him, is that it?” I said
“Would you? You fit what he wants to a tee. But he’s a bit kinky.”
“How kinky?” I asked, intrigued.
“Well he likes stocking, high heels. Very erotic underwear. Anal as I said. Some bondage, and spanking.”
“That’s not kinky, that’s normal darling. So when do you want me to meet him?”
“You’ll do it? Thank you darling. Its tomorrow evening, so you could use the apartment?”
“Tomorrow. You naughty bastard!” I retorted.
Thursday night were my nights. Nights I fucked my lovers. I never brought them here, to our home, but used an apartment I had inherited from an uncle.
“You’ll do it? Oh thank you darling, but he must never know you are my wife, whatever happens, nor that you are a majority share holder in the company.”
“He’ll never know. Now how much am I worth?”
“Well the girls we normally use charge £1000 to £2000.”
“I’m not your usual, £3000 and I’ll do whatever he wants. Now will he pay me, or will you?”
“No, he’ll pay”
“Good, now I need some clothes and things to entertain you’re client, Give me twenty minutes. We are going shopping.” I told Hubby.
London has some wonderful shops, I knew where to go, a little shop just off Holloway Road. It looked unremarkable from the outside, but inside, well that was a different matter. I’d decided PVC would be best, wipe-able. I select various items, half bras, high cut suspender belts, a corset, several waspies. Stockings, seamed, shinny, eight denier, very sheer, very sexy. I selected some killer heels, eight inches.
“Aren’t they just a little high?” Hubby asked.
“I don’t think I’ll be doing much walking in them, do you?”
“Box them sweetie, and I’ll have the red ones as well as the black.”
I looked at my purchases, realising there were no panties, no thongs.
Hubby produced his credit card, and paid. Next a boot maker. Thigh high boots, three pairs, black, white, and red. Hubby was there with his card.
It was six o’clock. I’d shower and applied body lotion to my entire body. I was preparing myself. He’d be here at eight. My body glistened, my nipples tingled with anticipation, excitement. My pussy was freshly shaved, smooth. I ran my fingers across my mound, and then between my legs. Very smooth. Earlier I had, had an enema. I was prepared. I applied false eyelashes, and then began to apply my slap. Dark and smoky. Black eye shadow, lightening slightly as it reached my eyebrows, then a little blusher over my foundation.
Hubby sat watching
“Are you feeling guilty that you are about to pimp your ever loving wife?” I asked.
“No darling, why should I? No if you met him at a party, you’d fuck him for free.”
“Is he handsome them?” I asked. “I should have asked before. God he’s not fat is he?”
“No, young, about thirty, tall, blonde, athletic,” Hubby said.
“And with a big cock! Stop you’re making me wet.”
I changed my nipple piercing from my normal bars, to circular disks, which hid my aureoles’ and just allowed my nipples to poke thorough. They were already erect and slotted into the holes perfectly.
Hubby helped me dress. He clipped the suspender belt tightly around my waist. It was wide, reaching to just a couple of inches above my pussy. The PVC was soft, and very comfortable. I rolled the stocking up, before unrolling them up my legs, Hubby clipped them onto the suspender belt. Then the matching half bra. My breast rested perfectly in half cups, my nipple pointing out over the tops. A matching choker was buckled around my neck. It was nearly time. I double checked the apartment. Champagne in the cooler by the bed, two flouts. A section of toys, a dildo, my favourite rabbit.
“Time for the shoes, darling, then you must be off, don’t want him seeing you, do we.”
I stepped into the black killer heels, Hubby strapped the wide straps around my ankles, and closed the mock padlock shut. I was ready.
“No wait, I said as Hubby was at the door. Butt plug, forgot the butt plug.”
I leant of the hall chair, my arse in the air, as Hubby slid my diamante butt plug into my eager back passage. I squeezed my anal muscles, enjoying the sensation. Then he was gone. I waited. Waited for my client. My paying client. God I was wet.
I spoke into the security entry phone, “Good evening, how my I help you?”
“I’m Lothar, I believe you are expecting me.”
“Yes I am, please come up.” I pressed the button which released the lobby door lock. Seconds later there was a knock at the apartment door. I checked through the security peep hole. Then opened the door. Lothar smiled at me, looking me up and down, hungrily as he took in my bare breasts, and shaved pussy, my long legs encased in their shear stockings.. I closed the door behind him.
“They told me you were hot, wow, they weren’t wrong.”
I smiled at him, then remembering I was a professional, “Just a matter of the………”
“Ah sorry, yes the money. Very business like of you.”
He handed me £3000 in fifties, I folded it, and put it safely in hall dresser.
I led him through, “Bubbly?”
“No, what I want is to fuck you. I want to fuck your cunt, then fuck your arse, before coming in your mouth. Then I’ll have a drink, while you get me hard again. Now suck my cock, get me hard.”
I smiled, squatting in front of him, unzipping his trousers, and pulling his cock free. The other escort. Other escort? I was an escort? Well she had been right about one thing, he really did have a big cock, bigger than any I had seen before, and if I do say so myself I did have a little experience. I ran my tongue although the underside of the shaft, my first professional blow job. I flicked the glands with the tip of my tongue, then back down, before returning, this time I opened my mouth, and took the tip into my mouth, my tongue never still, my hand working the shaft, my free hand between my legs, exciting my clit. His erection was impressive. More than that, it was fucking awesome. Its one thing having a big cock, but could he use it, could he stay the course of the evening.
“Time to get you out of those clothes, I think.”
I helped him, undressed him. Stripped him, his cock jutting out obscenely. Just how I liked them.
He pushed me back onto the bed, I spread my legs, as he went down on me, his tongue busy running the length of my outer labia, before parting it again with his tongue, a he knew how to use. He probed inside my inner labia, but not penetrating me with. I was panting, on the edge of orgasm. His tongue headed south, south to my anus, where he discovered my butt plug.
“That pompous twat said you were a dirty whore, looks like he knew what he was talking about.”
He pulled the plug, inching it out of me, before thrusting it back inside me, at the same time, he hooked two finger inside me, hooking up, and finding my G-spot first time, his thumb was on my clit, massaging it, as his fingers massaged my G-spot. I came suddenly, loudly and forcefully. I arched my back, screaming with utter pleasure. My juices poured out of me, onto my thighs, it felt like a stream of them trickled down onto my pulsating anus. He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down, my orgasm seemed only to re doubled his efforts to pleasure me. Pleasure me, pleasure he was paying for. I came again, then immediately again. My body shone with perspiration. I wanted his cock inside me, I needed it inside me.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
He ignored me, continuing his assault on my cunt, my G-spot, my clit. His other hand was busy, two fingers in my arse, finger fucking, fast and furious. I was coming again. I groaned, as another wave of leisure washed over me. How many times was it, I’d lost count, and he hadn’t fucked me. Yet.
At last he was between my legs. My heels pointed towards the ceiling, my knees slightly bent. The tip of his cock was against my sopping wet cunt. I couldn’t believe how much juice was flowing out of me, some of it pooled in my anus, I relaxed, and felt a little trickle into my back passage. He pushed his hips, and his massive, hard veined cock was inside me. He was huge. Thick. Hard. Long, so long. He slide inside, straight up to the hilt, I felt his ball knock against my arse, as I gasped.
“Oh my God, fucking hell, yesssssssssss, oh, yesssssssssss, I panted, coming again.”
He fucked me, gradually getting faster, and harder. He was like a steam train pounding in and out of me. Almost out, then all the way back in, over and over again. I’d never, and I mean never, experienced anything like it in my life. I gripped his cock with my cunt muscles, revealing in the feel of the steel like cock inside me. My nails dug into his back, racking them down, I lifted the top half of my body upwards, finding his lips I kissed him, my tongue inside his mouth, he reciprocated, but he didn’t slow, his cock fucked my deep, fucked me hard. My legs were wrapped around his waist, my heels on his arse. I came twice in quick succession. I felt his cock stiffen, throbbing deep within me. He didn’t come. He had such self control. He pulled out of my stretched cunt, looked down at me.
“You fucking whore you love, that wanker Jamie was right to pick you, maybe he’s not such cunt after all. Turn over, I want to fuck your arse.”
I did as I was bid, on all fours, my arse skywards. Would I be able to take his cock in my arse, not just the size, but could I be fucked in the arse like he’d just fucked my cunt. There was KY gel on the beside table, he used it, liberally on his cock, and then inside me, using his fingers. Then it was time, I felt the massive head of his cock spreading my sphincter. I wasn’t an anal virgin, but it felt like that first time, as he split me apart, tearing my anus. He ripped my more as he forced his cock into me. I screamed, a mixture of pain, and pleasure. Then it was all pleasure, as I became accustomed to his size. Then he began. Gently at first, then the strokes became longer, as they became longer, so they became faster. Faster and harder. I came again, the orgasm almost hurt. My nails dug into the mattress, I bit into the sheets, as he fucked me with mercy. His hands gripped my tits, tugging at my nipples. They were rocs hard. Hard like his cock. So hard they were pain to the touch. The pain from them was intense. The intensity made me come again. “Oh God yes, fuck my arse, fuck my arse, faster, faster……..yesssssssssss……deeper you fucking bastard, I’m your whore use me, fuck meeeeeeeeeee” I screamed. He used me, pitilessly.
He ripped his cock free, “I’m coming bitch, suck me,” he panted. I turned, noticing hi sweating flushed faced. I took his cock, straight from my arse, and sucked it, I took it deep into my mouth, into my throat. He came then, ejaculating deep into my mouth, into my throat. It seemed to me that litres of come flooded into my mouth. I drank it down, as his hard big cock throbbed, and twitched in my mouth. At last he was spent, and fell back onto the bed panting.
I took the bubbly from the cooler, and poured two glasses, I gulped the first down, savouring the cool refreshing liquid. Then sipped the second. I’d not finished the second, when he said “Suck me, I want to fuck you again!”
“So soon?” I questioned. Surely he needed more time to recover.
“Fucking suck my cock whore,” he commanded.
I did his bidding, his words exciting me again. No sooner than his cock was in my mouth, than he was hard again. I sucked his cock, sucked his balls. Used my tongue, used my experience, while he sipped Champers.
“Now straddle me, ride my cock you fucking bitch, let me watch you fuck yourself on my hard cock. Take it all whore.” He panted.
I did as he asked, squatting above him on my heels. I lowered my cunt, holding his cock in one hand and guided his cock to the entrance to my pussy, held myself open with my other hand, and guided him in onto his hardness. I had it all inside me, then I fucked him, slowly at first, gradually faster, but always holding him deep. His hand held my hips, as he thrust his hips upwards, suddenly I wasn’t fucking him, he was yet again fucking me. I ached, but came again.
He fucked me for hours, his stamina was unbelievable. When he came, it was always in copious amounts, flooding my mouth, my cunt, or best of all my arse. Then his time was up. Four hours he’d fucked me, I didn’t believe it possible. Lost count f my orgasms. I was totally, and utterly fucked.
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