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A hooker for my husband 2.The restaurant was my favourite. The Dover sole cooked to perfection. I sipped my wine. I’d almost finished my main course, when I asked Hubby, “so what are you buttering me up for?”“Why would you ask such a thing? Can’t a man take his wife out for a meal without there being an ulterior motive?”“A man can. You can’t, especially tonight!” I told him.“Tonight?”“Yes darling, its your night to be tied up, it’s the night you fuck Monica, after she’s done all those unspeakable things to you.”“You know me so well.”“So is it Monica’s time of the month and you want me to whip you, fuck you.?”“No darling, though of course I love fucking you, its one of the great pleasures of my life.”I looked up at him, before finishing the last of the fish. I sipped some more of the wine.“You’re right of course. I do want you to do something for me, but of course, only if you want to.”“The times I did things I didn’t want to are long gone darling, as you well know.” I told Hubby.“Its Lothar………”“Mmmm, what does he want,” I asked, my interest obvious, as I sat forward on my seat.“He wants to book you again!” Hubby said.“Interesting, another night of being fucked senseless.” “No not a night, a weekend.” Hubby said, embarrassed.“You’ve already said yes, haven’t you!” “Well I implied, darling.” “Does he know I’m your wife?” I asked“Of course not, that was my stipulation. No he must never know.”“So you want me to prostitute myself again, is that it?” I said, just as the waiter bent down to take our plates away. I ignored her.“Yes.”I sat back in my chair. I’d already decided to do it. Fuck, why wouldn’t I. I’d never been fucked so completely. Never been so satisfied. Never been so fucking stretched.“What’s it worth?” I asked.“I don’t know, but he will pay you. I understand he’s very generous.” Hubby said“No darling, I mean what are you willing to give if I fuck one of your clients?”The waitress nearly dropped the dessert menu’s on hearing my last comment. I smiled at her. She was pretty, about sixteen, I could see down her dress, her breasts nestled in a black lace bra. She stood as if waiting for our order. She could wait.“So darling, what is it worth, my fucking one of your business clients?”“Name your price,” he said.“Maybe I’d like this waitress here, have her pleasure me?” I held the girls wrist. “You can have her, but she’s not mine to give, is she?” Hubby replied, wishing se was.I let her go, “just a brandy for me, and my husband would like a scotch – Glenmorangie, doubles.”She walked away, flushed.“Not very nice darling. And not worthy of you,” Hubby admonished me.He was right, of course he was. But we shouldn’t be having this conversation here, and that was his fault. “The apartment needs a little updating. Decorate the entrance hall, the main bedroom, and re-do the en-suite,” I told him.“Agreed. I’ll get onto Lothar’s p.a.”“When?” I asked.“Next weekend, Friday midday, until Monday midday.” Hubby said. The girl had returned, and with her our drinks. She set them down, her breath was short, her small bust heaving. illegal bahis siteleri She was even a little flushed.“Its arranged,” Hubby said the following evening.“Good,” I replied. I was looking forward to it. “What do I need to take, aside from my makeup, and wash bag?”“A good selection of erotic underwear, you know.” Hubby said.“Will I need something if we go out?” I asked.“I think so, best to be prepared. Oh and he wants you to take that outfit you wore the other night.”The limo collected me from the apartment. My soon to be updated apartment. Hubby had decided it all needed doing. He’d write it off against tax, no doubt, and come out ahead. I wore a little red dress, very little, very short. It clung to my every curve, making underwear a no, no. Red killer heels, the ones with the eight inch heels defined my calves. My bare tanned legs were smooth, freshly shaved, as was my pussy, already moist with anticipation. The P.A was in the car, the chauffeur took my bags, placing them I the boot. We drove smoothly away, and were soon heading towards the East end. “Lothar wants you to arrive in just your heels, so take the dress off,” she instructed.I raised an eyebrow, questioning.“No questions. Just do what you are told. Now Lothar wants you to entertain several of his business associates this afternoon. You will be filmed, and of course photographed during the course of the weekend. This evening diner at a club, with Lothar. A dress will be provided, wear it. Now you’ll find £20,000 loaded on this prepay card, I‘ll put it in your bag. Don’t loose it, it will not be replaced. Now get out of that dress.”I did as she instructed, excited to be naked in the back of the limo as we drove through the streets of London, excited to be naked in a car with her.“Can I do anything for you while we drive,” I asked.“No, thank you. Tomorrow I will instruct you on what to wear, and what is expected of you. Now we are here. Your bags will be taken up for you, as will this dress.”We pulled into an underground garage. The lift was being held open for me, by a suit. I got out, and walked naked from the car into the elevator. The doors closed behind me, the lift began to rise.“I’m a £20 grand whore, fucking hell,” I thought. “Fucking hell.”The lift doors opened, in front of me a huge room, with a bar off to the right. Ahead and to my left was all glass, giving an uninterrupted view of the river and the city. Lothar was there. I stepped forward, shoulders back, tits out. I walked proudly. Why shouldn’t. I was naked, but for my heels. My makeup was how I’d done it that night I fucked Lothar. The first time I had been paid to have sex. I knew I looked good. Looked hot. My breasts moved gently as I walked across the room. My tits moved, my hips swayed. Lothar was there, he wasn’t alone. He was fucking. The girl was screaming, screaming for him to stop. He cock pounded her arse, causing her flesh to ripple. She was swathed in sweat. Another girl took two steps towards me, then collapsed on the floor. They were blondes, both youwin güvenilir mi with short hair, like mine. And like mine there tits were big. The screaming continued. I continued towards them. They weren’t alone, three others were there, sitting on stools at the bar. It didn’t shock me, none of it. I knew what Lothar was like. I knew what his wonderful cock could do. I wanted it, needed it. I was shocked as I walked across the room, not by what was happening, or that there was an audience, an audience that would participate. It was the man on the third stool that shocked me. It was Hubby. Hubby like the others was naked. I know my Hubby, knows what he likes. I know he fucks other women, girls mostly, he doesn’t both me, sure he fucks me, as I fuck him. We both have other interests. He knows mine. He knows I have, lovers shall we say. But having him watch me fuck Lothar, and the others in all likely hood, now that was different. How would he react? Lothar mustn’t know, mustn’t know I’m his wife. Know he is my Hubby. The screamer had become the sobber. The girl on the floor was trying to drag herself further away. “Now this Gentlemen is a real fucking woman. You want a whore, then this is the one. Boys you want to do business with me, you find me a woman like this one. Jamie, where did you find her. I’ll do business with a man who can find something like this. Come here I want to fuck you, I’ve had enough of these two,” Lothar said smiling.“I thought you’d never ask. But first, these two sluts can clean their mess up.” I said.I’d seen it on the bar, by Hubby, where else would it be. I took the riding crop in my hand. I swiped the crawler, “get back over there, and suck his cock, I want it clean before I have him.” I swatted her arse again, two vivid welts on her cheek. “And you, stop your whining. Suck his cock with her, make a good job, I’ll be checking.”Lothar pulled his cock out of her. She staggered, I thought she’d fall as well. The riding crop cut through the air, landing on her thigh. She cried out, but then did as I commanded. Together they licked his cock, removing all trace of their cunts, their arse’s. They cleaned their juices off him. They were exhausted, I could see that. They moved away, allowing me to run my tongue along that beautiful hard shaft. It throbbed. My mouth was dry in anticipation. They’d done a good job. I didn’t care he fucked them, nor his cock was wet from them. No this was not about them, it was about him, Lothar. I wanted his cock. I wanted it to be mine, I realised with a shock. I wanted it. Me I wanted it. Me. Me.“Not good enough, again. NOW.”They were busy with their tongues again, their arse’s to me. I gave them two strokes each. Hubby was hard, as he watched me whip them. Hard as he watched the welts rise. The other two watched in fascination. “Now watch how a real woman fucks,” Lothar told them. I straddled him, and slowly sank onto his hard, long shaft. I adjusted quickly to his size. My cunt remembered. Remembered the size, the length, the perabet girth. My cunt remembered, and was wet. Wet and ready. It was only half way in when I felt it, the first ripple of the approaching wave. A wave that would, I knew become a tsunami. My orgasm, and like all waves it didn’t come alone, it brought many waves with it. I bit my bottom lip, hard. It was on me.“Oh fucking yes, yes. God yes, yes, yes. Fuck me, harder, fuck meeeeeeeeeee!”Lothar fucked me, hard, then harder still. His cock like steel deep inside me. I clenched my cunt muscles, feeling it, feeling it in me. Part of me. I rode the monster, loved the monster. “This is how a woman fucks, a real one. Boys fuck those two excuses of whores, fuck their brains out, but make sure they can see. Make them watch, because they’re turn will come again!” Lothar said.I watched Hubby, as he fucked the crying one, fucked her until she sobbed again. I dragged my eyes from him. The other one was being spit roasted. I looked away, concentrating on my own pleasure. My pleasure, my orgasm. My cock. I leant right back, my head touching the floor, it forced his cock up against my G-spot. He didn’t slow. The fucking continued, as I slowly sat back up, the years crunches paying off. My juices were pouring out of me, making my inner thighs shine. His cock was powering now, in and almost out, just the very tip remaining in me. Then plunging into me again. Ramming it into my hungry pussy. He pushed me off, onto the floor. On all fours. He took me again, fucking me from behind. Doggie. He was deeper inside me now, trying to breakthrough into my throat, his cock travelling the entire length of my body. His cock again finding my G-spot. I was coming again, how many times? I didn’t know, didn’t care. More would follow. I opened my eyes, Hubby was still there, he’d never seen me like this, never fucked me with this intensity. Out of the corer of my eye I caught a movement, my head turned. The P.A was there, her hand under the hem of her neat pencil skirt, her fingers rapidly finger fucking herself, her other hand? Her other hand held a small video camera, as she filmed us. How long had she been there? I neither knew nor cared. I had the machine inside me, and the machine was coming. Lothar came. His body shuddered, his hips bucked. He pulled my hips, forcing his hard as steel throbbing cock ever deeper inside me. Hot jets of come shot into me. His come filled me. He emptied his balls into me. I felt his cock twitch one last time, before his almost hard cock slipped out of my slopping cunt. I got to my feet, and walked to the bar, if a little unsteadily. Hubby was right, the heels were too high, the bastard, he could even see he was right, as his ever loving, and totally unfaithful wife walked naked in her eight inch heels. Crossing the room, I reached the bar, went behind it, opened the fridge. The bubbly was there, I popped the cork, and drank from the bottle. What did they expect. They’d watched as I was fucked for over an hour, so no glass, I was clearly no lady. I gulped more of the cold liquid, then poured some over my tits, it streamed over me, cooling me. I turned to Lothar, holding the bottle. “Want some?”“Bring it over,” he commanded.“I’ll bring it, but when you’ve finished, I want you to fuck me in the arse.”He smiled. “I’m ready. Ready NOW.”

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