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"A Black Stud And My Future Wife"
I guess at one time or other, some of you guys out there will
have
been with a prostitute. Perhaps your wife knew, perhaps she
didn't.
Perhaps you weren't married and just looking for sex without
any
attachments. Maybe you went by yourself, maybe in a pair or even
a group.
Perhaps you cared who she was, more probably you didn't. Did you
look at
her face while you thrust into her body, or did you take her
from behind?
- The reason I ask is that the prostitute could have been my
wife or, if
it were a few years ago, even my mother. Yes, that's right, my
mother was a hooker most of her life. She worked in a whore
house (or as
we used to call them in those days - a house of ill repute!) in
the red
light district of a large city. She had me when she was only
seventeen and
we lived in the brothel together for many years. As for my
quality
of life growing up, well, opinion is usually divided on that
subject.
There is the obvious, puritanical view that living where I did
must have
corrupted me from an early age and damaged me for life. On the
other hand,
of course, as a teenager, I saw more naked women than most guys
could
dream of! All in all, I was an very happy child. I was well
looked after
and wanted for very little. It was a life I could safely
recommend.
I suppose, by the standards of most young men, my teenage years
were a bit weird. I had developed quite an appetite for
voyeurism that,
while still in its infancy, seemed to be growing stronger every
day. I had
been watching the other hookers in the house (there were seven
in total)
getting dressed and undressed for years. None of them gave it a
second
thought as I would look at them from outside their bedroom door
as they
changed into or out of their working clothes, but now, the sight
of naked
breasts, firm round butts and trimmed pussy's was having a much
more
profound effect on my own body. I should point out at this stage
that my
feelings were not incestuous. I felt much the same way about my
mother as
most other young boys of my age and had little desire to see her
naked.
Although my voyeurism at that age was primarily concerned with
the naked
female form and virtually any female would do, the feelings
seldom went as
far as including my own mother. As you can probably imagine,
masturbation played quite a large part in my early years - as
I'm
sure it does with most boys of that age. The difference was that
while my
friends were tugging themselves off to images of Playboy and
Hustler, all
I had to do was look in the next room for a wonderful view of
LaDonna or
perhaps Holly sliding a pair of silk thigh high stockings up
their wonderfully long,
slender legs. I still had to be careful though. As much as the
girls were
happy to let me look, I got the distinct feeling that if I were
caught
with my erect cock in my hand while I watched them, there would
probably
be hell to pay! Eventually, of course, I was caught. That year
I
had been getting bolder and bolder with my voyeuristic
masturbating. There
was a new girl in the house. Her name was Leslie and at only
sixteen, she
was only a few years older than me. Leslie was a fantastic
looking blonde
with a stunning body. For days I followed her around like a love-
sick
puppy just hoping to get a glimpse of thigh or a flash of her
breasts, but
she always changed with the door shut. I had to resort to more
drastic
measures. There was a small storage room next to Leslie's
"working" room and
with careful diligence I was able to bore out a small hole in
the dividing
wall. This meant that I could watch the wonderful creature that
had become
the sole object of my desires without fear of detection. It also
meant
that I would be able to jerk off to my hearts content without
anyone
seeing me. That night I crept into the storage room and climbed
up
on an old oil drum to put my eye against my peephole. My cock
was already
at full attention, but when I saw Leslie standing in the center
of her room
in just stockings and panties, I thought I would cum on the
spot. I
swallowed hard and returned my eye to the hole in the wall. She
seemed as
if she were waiting for something as she stood, bare breasted,
with her
arms folded under her magnificent tits and glancing at her watch
in an
impatient manner. A few seconds longer and I saw what she was
waiting for.
The door opened and a large black man entered. His stride was
confident -
almost a swagger as he joined Leslie in the middle of the room.
As his arms
enveloped the small girl, I saw his muscles bulge. I felt a
tinge of
jealousy somewhere deep in my gut that disappeared almost as
soon as it
had come. I knew that I was completely in love with Leslie, but
the thought
of watching her with this huge man was stronger than any other
feelings I
had ever experienced. I wanted her to be happy. I wanted her to
make him
happy and I wanted them to make me happy! Leslie tilted her head
upwards in
seeming search of a kiss. Her customer moved his head towards
hers; his
lips parted and moist as they embraced with tongues entwined.
Leslie
knew her job well. Her hand slipped, almost casually to the mans
groin and
I watched him react as she gently squeezed the massive looking
bulge that
strained against his jeans. His groan of acceptance was all the
permission
that she needed to proceed further, and with a flick of her
wrist, his
zipper was down and she was groping about in his underwear for
his weapon.
Leslie and my gasps were almost in unison as she withdrew his
cock; a
process that took a little longer than she was used to due to
the fact
that it was as hard as rock and absolutely huge! The black
muscle stood
out in front of him like a twelve inch flag pole and visibly
twitched in
Leslie's small white hand as she stroked it back and forward. I
watched
intently, pistoning my own, much smaller, cock frantically as I
jerked
myself off. Leslie's tits hung enticingly in front of her
customers
view as she continued with the stimulating hand job. His eyes
followed the
firm globes letting his fingers finally grasp the warm flesh and
tease
the hardening buds. I saw the fingers tighten on Leslie's
nipples - the skin
immediately turning a deep crimson. I became incensed as I
thought that
this man was hurting my girl - my Leslie. These thoughts quickly
turned to
those of mild confusion, though, as Leslie's head went back and
her lips
opened to emit a low, obviously excited moan. I could hardly
believe that
she was being treated like a piece of meat and definitely
enjoying it!
Leslie's client also looked a little surprised by her eager
acceptance of
this fairly brutal treatment, but after hearing her moan he
smiled and
pinched the skin harder still. Another deep sigh from Leslie
preceded a slap
from her client that made the flesh of her breasts ripple and
turn color.
The man obviously now wanted more from his hooker and began to
roughly push her to her knees in front of him. Leslie looked so
small next
to him; her white skin contrasting vividly with his dark flesh,
his huge
cock swinging menacingly in front of her pretty face. I could
feel my
balls begin to twitch as I looked on, hoping that I would be
treated to my
first view of the wonderful Leslie giving head. Her customer was
still
treating her roughly and with little respect. Not prepared to
wait for her
to begin fellating his massive organ, her gripped the back of
her head as
if it were a football and forced her onto him. Leslie seemed not
to be
perturbed by this treatment at all, but simply opened her mouth
as far as
it would stretch and let the man force his cock between her
brightly
painted lips. As soon as he entered her mouth and I saw the
shape of his
dick in her cheek, I exploded all over my hand. I looked down to
see my
seed spill over my fist and splash onto the tiled floor of the
store room
just as I heard someone opening the door. My heart froze. My
blood
ran cold as the door slowly opened. I closed my eyes, not
bearing to look.
What if it were my mother? How could I ever live it down? Just
as I
thought that I would die of shame, I heard a familiar but
friendly voice.
Not that of my mother as I had dreaded, but that of Candy, one
of the
older girls that worked in the house. "Bobby! I thought I might
find you in here," she said with a laugh in her voice, "show me
what
you're looking at?" I opened my eyes. She was smiling at me. I
was
used to seeing the girls with few clothes on, but Candy was
wearing only a
bra and panties as she sidled up to me and took my place at the
spyhole.
"Mmmm" she murmured, "looks like Leslie's got herself a real big
one
this time! You like Leslie, don't you Bobby?" I nodded dumbly. I
was
suddenly very aware that my softening cock was still hanging
from my fly
and that there was a pool of my semen on the floor at Candy's
feet.
"Oh no you don't!" cried Candy as I struggled to hide my
modesty,
"now I've seen it, you gotta let Candy have her fun! You go back
to
looking at your sweetheart through the peephole, and Candy will
make you
feel all warm and nice again!" Even if I wanted to object, I
wouldn't have had time. In a flash Candy was on me and I felt
for the very
first time a pair of warm, wet lips envelop my penis. I was hard
again in
a flash and back at the spyhole for another view. By this time
the
large black man that Leslie was entertaining was thrusting his
massive tool
in and out of her sweet mouth while he pulled the back of her
head to get
deeper penetration. Leslie could do little but remain motionless
and simply
gurgle as her oral orifice was abused. Candy seemed to be
almost
replicating Leslie's movements as she blew me and I knew that
both I and the
black guy would be cumming very soon. He beat me to the punch by
about ten
seconds. I watched his back arch and his eyes screw tight shut
as he
wrenched his dick from between Leslie's lips and jerk himself
off over her
face and tits. I could feel myself there now as well and wanted
to do the
same to Candy. The first jet of my climax hit her squarely in
the eye. I
think she was about to giggle, when the second, third and fourth
stream
splashed over her lips and trickled down her chin. I worked my
hand up and
down my tool, as I had seen the other man do, ensuring that
every last
drop of cum had been pumped out onto Candy's bra covered
cleavage. I felt
great; just like a man! As I and Candy cleaned ourselves up the
door opened again. This time it was Leslie standing there semi
naked and
with cum still clinging to her face and long red hair. I was
mortified. I
don't know if having Leslie or my mother walking in then would
have been
worse, but this was certainly bad enough. I tried to cover my
embarrassment, my cock still half in and half out of my jeans.
Leslie
noticed immediately and raised an eyebrow. "Well, what has been
going on in here?" she said with a grin Before I could answer
and
basically deny everything, Candy had dropped me right in it.
"Oh,
I've just been helping out young Bobby here while he watched you
with Mr.
Big in there!" If the ground had opened up and swallowed me at
that point,
I would never have been happier. But the reaction I got from
Leslie was not
the one that I'd expected. "Ohhh." she said and shivered
slightly,
causing those wonderful breasts to tremble a little. "Really?
You mean I
was being watched? God, that makes me feel sooo hot!" With that
she sat down on the old oil drum that I had recently vacated and
quickly
pulled her panties off. As I saw her pussy up close for the
first time I
thought I would die of lust. It was the most perfect thing in
the world
right then. The way the lips unfurled when she spread her legs
was,
frankly, divine and when her stiff little clit bobbed into view
I felt my
third erection of the day begin to stir. For the next fifteen
minutes, Candy and I watched Leslie masturbate to three powerful
orgasms.
The first, and by far the most powerful, took us all by surprise
I think.
It seemed to just happen out of the blue and Leslie went from a
sweet,
moaning girl to a wild, thrashing animal in a matter of a few
seconds.
I didn't cum again myself that day, although I did watch Candy
take Leslie's place on the oil drum and masturbate herself, fast
and
furiously until her legs trembled and shook and her pussy
creamed with
juice. Leslie admitted that the thought of being secretly spied
on turned
her on so much and she made me promise that I would do it again
- but not
to tell her when! I couldn't promise fast enough! I continued
to
watch my girlfriend fuck and suck other men and boys for another
six years and
still watch her now after a further ten years as my wife. Some
men find it
difficult to understand how I could have taken a hooker for a
wife. All I
can say is that they have obviously never enjoyed the exquisite
feelings
of seeing their wife naked on all fours, with tits hanging down,
while a
young stud slams her pussy from behind or stuffs his cock in her
mouth
from the front. Leslie and I have done it all ways round: two
men and Leslie
while I watch, one man, one woman and Leslie while I watch. I
have joined in
on occasions, but to be honest, I prefer to just look on as my
wife gets
her pussy or ass stuffed with cock or vibrator while I slowly
masturbate.
Oh yes, she will take it in her ass as well, like any good
whore
should! On one occasion we had invited a few friends (all male)
back to
our house for a few drinks after a night on the town. We were
all fairly
buzzed by the time we got back and I made out that I'd passed
out on the
sofa. It wasn't long before Leslie had got rid of her dress, bra
and panties
and was kneeling in the center of the room in the classic
"doggy" position
and waiting for her first customer. All of our friends know what
Leslie is
like and also know that we don't really need the money, it's
just
something that Leslie likes to do for fun - the cash just makes
it nastier
somehow! She didn't have to wait long before three of the guys
slapped down some money on the counter and pulled out three big
cocks.
That night Leslie was fucked and double fucked. She was taken in
her mouth,
her ass, between her tits and between her buttocks by all three
of our
friends. At one point she had Steve in her mouth, Dave in her
tight ass
and was trying to giggle through a mouthful of cock as Paul used
her toes
to jerk himself off with - it was quite a sight! She ended the
night
covered in cum and yet again being treated like a lowly, trash
whore - The
thing she loves the most in the whole world! So when people say
to
me that I shouldn't have married a hooker, I simply smile. I'm
sure that
you also will agree with me now when I say that watching your
wife is the
most wonderful and natural thing in the world to do!
The End