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Art West wrote:
> The Company Whore [M+/F, preg]
> by
> Art West (artweststory@SPAMGO.yahoo.co.uk)
>
> *****************************************************
> Prologue
>
> A cousin of mine worked at the small engineering works
> where Rita was happily employed as company whore,
> entertaining both staff and clients. He introduced me
> to her at a pub, as he knew my fascination with hearing
> how girls got into the game. She was heavily pregnant,
> but wearing a top so short that it hardly covered her
> breasts, and a short hipster skirt, leaving her swollen
> abdomen proudly on display. She was completely relaxed
> and uninhibited in sharing her life story with me for
> the price of a few drinks. This is my edited version of
> that story, told to me over a few fascinating days.
> ******************************************************
>
>
> Chapter 1: Early Days
>
> Although I am known now as Rita, I was born Martha. I
> was raised in a very strict small town religious
> community. From the age of 6 until well after my
> marriage, I had always covered my head with a scarf or
> bonnet when in the presence of any men outside of my
> family.
>
> From my early teens, I was embarrassed and ashamed of my
> body. I was taught from young that a woman's body was to
> be kept hidden as the source of all evil. But mine was
> difficult to hide! I reached my adult height of 1.78m
> (5ft 10in) at the age of 12, and towered over my
> friends. With my broad shoulders and hips, some would
> call me statuesque, but I was only conscious of rude
> remarks from class-mates. Even worse, I developed these
> huge tits, already D-cup by age 14. My embarrassment
> with my body was aggravated by the lewd comments that I
> overheard from boys. To cap it all, I have these broad
> aureolae which harden into centimetre long points at the
> least arousal. I had to pack my already huge bras with
> cotton wool to avoid my points being visible to all.
>
> After completing school, I was sent to a bible school
> for young ladies that also taught some basic secretarial
> skills. We were being prepared for lives as wives and
> mothers, with secretarial skills seen as helpful while
> waiting for marriage.
>
> On my return from college, I met up with Barry. He was
> about five years older than I, and had been a member of
> our community before going away to train as a
> draughtsman. He would say little about his time away,
> except to hint that he had slipped from the faith for a
> while, but was now eager to make amends.
>
> My parents made it clear that they thought he would be a
> suitable match for me. Six months after my return we
> were engaged, and the wedding date was set for four
> months later, just after my 21st birthday.
>
> Our courtship was very chaste. When we became engaged,
> Barry confessed to me his period of sin. Through bad
> influence of friends, he had been led into drinking and
> into immoral acts with some girls. He had been seduced
> into sex with one of these girls, whom he made pregnant.
> It turned out that she was under 16 at the time. Her
> parents agreed not to lay charges against him if he
> turned over all his savings to cover medical bills and
> raising the child, and if he left the city to have no
> more contact with her. That was when he had returned
> home. He believed God had forgiven him, and asked my
> forgiveness, but this was why he could not trust himself
> to any physical contact until after we were married. I
> forgave and agreed!
>
> Our honeymoon was a bit of a disaster! I was
> inexperienced and fearful. Barry was too anxious and
> came almost before he was properly in me. I hardly felt
> anything except the pain. During the next months, it
> got better, but was still done under the covers. I
> loved having my tits played with, but Barry only obliged
> for a few minutes. He still came too quickly to really
> satisfy me, and I learnt to bring myself off with my
> fingers, at which I felt terribly guilty.
>
> We had decided not to use any artificial contraception,
> as this was against the teachings of the church. In
> truth, I looked forward to having a baby, which would at
> least make sense of the wide hips and large breasts I
> had been given by God. A year passed without my falling
> pregnant. My parents started asking awkward questions.
> I was becoming worried. A visit to the gynaecologist
> could find no problem, and she suggested that Barry
> should have a sperm count done. Barry was angry at the
> very suggestion that he was to blame, and reminded me
> that he had sired a child. I must be at fault.
>
> Over the next couple of years, I slowly came to terms
> with the idea that I was barren, and felt guilty that I
> could not give Barry a son and heir. At times I felt
> angry at the God who would curse me with my body and not
> even allow me to fulfil its apparent destiny.
>
> We did gradually slip away from the rigidity of my home
> church group, and we joined a more relaxed (but still
> pretty conservative) church. I felt quite liberated
> when I stopped wearing my head scarf (with Barry's
> agreement, of course).
>
> I was encouraged to join the young married women's
> group, and was amazed at how openly they discussed sex.
> The discussion was still extremely mild, but was enough
> to have me blushing continuously.
>
> A major theme in the group was keeping your man happy so
> that he would not be tempted to stray. I learned from
> them to use make-up, and to wear slightly more modish
> clothes. I felt so exposed when I first wore a skirt
> showing my knees and a top hinting at a slight cleavage.
>
> One of the girls in the group gave me a sex instruction
> manual. Barry looked quite embarrassed when I first
> wore a brief transparent negligee. He submitted to my
> sucking his cock, but would not reciprocate by eating me
> out. He also seemed uncomfortable when I tried to ride
> him on top. In spite of his reticence, however, I did
> find myself enjoying sex more, but did also fantasize
> about the even more adventurous ideas in the manual. I
> also began reading some racy novels, and began
> fantasizing about being dragged off and ravished by a
> large handsome man.
>
> But nothing further would probably have happened if it
> were not for the crisis that confronted us shortly
> before our 5th wedding anniversary ...
>
>
> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
>
> The steel works for which Barry worked, and which was
> the largest employer in our town, closed down. There
> was huge unemployment, and Barry could find no work. We
> were desperate.
>
> An uncle of Barry's found him an opening in the city
> where he lived, quite a long way from our home town.
> The position was with a small speciality engineering
> works who needed a draughtsman to prepare drawings for
> clients and to do cost estimates. They were prepared to
> hire Barry on six months probation, after which the post
> would become permanent. We were terrified of such a
> major move away from our support base, but there seemed
> no alternative.
>
> Barry seemed to cope well with the demands of the new
> job, however, and his new salary was much more than we
> were used to. We decided to risk a large mortgage, and
> to buy our own apartment. We felt quite wealthy and
> worldly.
>
> The one cloud in the sky was that I felt distinctly
> uncomfortable at the frequent company social events that
> we were expected to attend. The company owner, Stan, was
> large and macho, and delighted in making sexual
> innuendoes. He was prone to put his arm around my
> waist, squeezing me tightly against him. Other senior
> members of the staff tended to follow his example, and I
> wasn't sure how to react. My upbringing said this was
> wrong, but I found myself strangely turned on, and was
> dismayed to feel my nipples harden at their touch.
> Barry looked uncomfortable, but with a red face urged me
> not to react too strongly, as it could damage his
> prospects. I'm not sure if it was my imagination, but
> Barry seemed more passionate when we got home after
> these work socials.
>
> I was also confused by the role and behaviour of the
> company's receptionist-cum-PRO, Fiona. It seemed that
> she had been married to a former accounts clerk in the
> company, but they had divorced and he had moved away.
> She wore very short skirts and low cut tops, revealing a
> large tattoo of a snake (the company logo) coiled round
> her left breast, and flirted openly with all the men
> (Barry included). On a number of occasions I saw her
> sitting on a guy's lap, with her arms around his neck,
> as she smooched with him. Once or twice I was even sure
> I saw their hands inside her top. At times she would
> disappear from the party completely for a while. I
> tried to ask Barry about her, but he became embarrassed
> and I dropped the subject.
>
> It was Fiona who decided that the name `Martha' was too
> religious and austere, and somehow modified it to Rita.
> The others in the company soon fell into using this
> name, so Rita I became.
>
> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
> Soon after Barry joined the company, Stan told him that
> he was expected to join the fortnightly Friday night
> poker evening for the company `leadership group', which
> consisted of Stan and his partner Louis; Steve, the
> chief draughtsman, who was Barry's immediate boss; the
> two workshop foremen (Gene and Harry); the chief
> accountant (Dave); and the marketing manager (Paddy).
> Stan considered these games to have a team-building
> function.
>
> Barry initially told me little of what happened at these
> poker nights, but I quickly realized that he had become
> quite hooked on the game, and was risking quite large
> amounts of money. Fortunately, he learned quickly and
> had a natural flair, so that there were no great losses
> to raise my suspicions at this time.
>
> Each poker night was held at a different home, with the
> relevant wife or partner acting as hostess, serving
> drinks and snacks. Where there was no wife or partner,
> Fiona would stand in. In the third month of his
> probationary period, Barry was told it was our turn and
> that I would have to be hostess.
>
> I asked what I should wear, but Barry was not helpful.
> I bought an elegant pair of slacks and a sleeveless, but
> otherwise modest blouse that buttoned up the front. I
> fastened all the buttons. I bought a new lacy bra, as
> the blouse was faintly translucent, and felt quite
> wicked.
>
> Soon after the game was under way, Stan followed me into
> the kitchen, and put his arm around me.
>
> "You look very pretty, my dear, in a virginal sort of
> way. But it seems that Barry didn't tell you that we
> expect our hostesses to be a little more revealing and
> sexy. What are you hiding?"
>
> I blushed. "Wh.. Wh.. What do you mean?" I stammered.
>
> "I prefer a woman in a short skirt. And I've seen your
> legs .. they are worth displaying. And your tits! Even
> hidden in your blouses they are to die for. We all want
> to see more of them."
>
> "Stan, please, you shouldn't talk like that. I'm a
> happily married woman" I gasped out in increasing
> confusion.
>
> "In this company, we share our assets. Barry won't mind
> showing you off, or he had better not!" (said with a
> hint of threat in his voice).
>
> "Here, let me make some adjustments", Stan went on.
>
> Before I could stop him, Stan started undoing most of
> the buttons on my top, leaving only a couple of buttons
> to keep my bra largely hidden apart from some
> tantalizing lace. Lower down, my belly button was on
> open display for the first time in my life.
>
> "I can't go out like this", I wailed, blushing furiously
> and feeling almost naked in front of him. But even as I
> protested, I had a feeling of excitement fluttering in
> my stomach; I had a strange tingle in my pussy which was
> juicing up as it did in anticipation of love making, and
> my nipples firmed to full hardness.
>
> Then to my even greater embarrassment, Stan slipped a
> hand into my bra. I knew I should resist, but couldn't.
>
>
> "What's this" he asked, extracting the usual cotton wool
> padding over my by now rock hard nipples, and dropped
> them in the garbage. "You don't need padding, surely!"
> I was terribly conscious of the two points prominently
> showing through my thin blouse.
>
> He put a hand back on to my breast, playing with the
> nipple, and said: "Inside here is a hot sensuous woman
> trying to get out! You will enjoy walking out there,
> and having the men admiring you. Why don't you have a
> drink to settle your nerves?!"
>
> There was an open bottle of wine on the table. He
> poured a full glass and offered it to me.
>
> I hesitated. I had been brought up teetotal, and there
> never before this party been drink in my house. Barry
> had said we would have to provide drinks. I drained the
> glass and marvelled at the warm feeling it gave me. I
> found myself smiling at Stan.
>
> Stan pulled me to him, and kissed me full on the mouth.
> "That's better", he said. "Now get out there and do your
> thing".
>
> And so I did. For the rest of the evening, I moved
> between the men, feeling half-naked. When I bent over,
> I was sure the men could all see my tits in full. Many
> of them felt my ass and tits as I passed, and to my
> dismay, I remained in a state of high arousal. At
> times, I felt Barry's eyes on me, but it was hard to
> make out what he was thinking.
>
> Each time I visited the kitchen, I would have another
> bit of wine to calm my nerves, so that by the end of the
> evening I was rather tipsy and giggly. One or other of
> the guys would often come into the kitchen to `help' me,
> and would take the opportunity to feel me up, usually
> cupping a tit and kissing me open mouthed.
>
> After the others had left, Barry did comment that I had
> revealed a lot of skin, but did not question me about
> Stan's role. I think he guessed. Whatever his
> thoughts, we had some of the hottest sex of our married
> life that night, and I realized that he had been turned
> on by my mild exhibitionism, just as much as I was.
>
> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
> It was the very next week that I discovered porn sites
> on the internet. Shortly after he had started at the
> new job, Barry had acquired a computer to use at home,
> and had taught me to browse the web. I was idly playing
> around when the system autocompleted a strange web
> address. An adult site came up, but required a username
> and password to enter, so that I could not go further,
> but this led me to examine other addresses in the
> history that Barry must have forgotten to clear. I soon
> found a free site, an open amateur site, with pictures
> of women naked at parties, in public bars, and even
> walking along the street!
>
> These pictures really turned me on. I imagined myself
> naked in front of Barry's workmates, or walking outside,
> and felt aroused. Over the next week or two, I
> revisited the site every day. I took to walking around
> the house in the nude, often sipping some wine at the
> same time, and was so turned on that I ended up
> masturbating myself to orgasm. Each time, I would have
> guilt feelings, but the next day I'd do it again,
> imagining Stan and others watching me.
>
> About two weeks later I found a piece of paper in
> Barry's trouser pocket. I recognized the name of one of
> the adult web sites, and there were some other codes
> that I guessed were a user name and password. I tried
> it and I was in! I was hooked immediately. Most of the
> pages had movie clips or galleries, usually of girls
> having sex with multiple partners, and this further fed
> my fantasies. I not only fantasized about being naked
> in front of Barry's workmates, but about being violated
> by them.
>
> I was also fascinated by the sizes of cocks on display.
> Of course, Barry's was the only one I had seen (except
> for baby boys). I had thought his huge, but I could
> close my hand around it, and it was only about a third
> longer than my palm width. It was clear that I would
> need both hands to grasp some of the monster organs in
> the pictures, and would never be able to close my hands
> around them. I wondered how they could fit into any
> woman's vagina, and how it would feel to have my cunny
> so filled.
>
> Shortly afterwards, I found an adult supplies site, and
> ordered a large black artificial cock and a vibrator to
> be delivered COD. I soon became hooked on fucking
> myself with these toys, as part of my fantasies.
>
> In spite of my fantasies, however, I remained an
> essentially faithful and outwardly conventional wife up
> to the next time we hosted a poker party, about six
> weeks before the end of Barry's probationary period.
> This was the start of a new life!
>
> A few days before the party, Barry, in a rather shame-
> faced and hesitant manner, passed on a message from Stan
> to the effect that he expected me to dress in a `much
> more sexy' manner.
>
> "What would that mean?", I asked innocently, although
> inwardly I had butterflies thinking about my fantasies
> getting closer to reality.
>
> "The other hostesses tend to wear very short skirts and
> low-cut tops", Barry answered with a gulp. "Some of the
> girls don't even wear bras, so that you can see almost
> everything". He coloured bright red as he spoke.
>
> "Surely you don't look!", I teased, and then went on:
> "So do you want me to parade around nearly naked in
> front of your colleagues?"
>
> Barry looked almost in tears. "I'm sure you don't have
> to go as far as some of the others. But I don't want to
> upset the management so soon before the end of my
> probation".
>
> Barry would not be much help, but I determined to find
> something to wear that would fuel my fantasies. I
> settled on a tight black miniskirt coming to mid thigh,
> a filmy black crop top with spaghetti straps and
> stopping not much below my bra. I had to buy a
> strapless support bra, and looking in a mirror I
> observed that when I leaned forward the tops of my
> aureolae were definitely visible. My outfit was
> completed by a pair of mid-calf high high-heeled patent
> leather boots.
>
> I had quite a few glasses of wine before our guests
> arrived, and was quite relaxed by that time. During the
> evening, at least half the guys had their hands on my
> tits. (Yes, in my mind, they were now tits not
> breasts!) On a couple of occasions, Stan openly ran his
> hands up my thighs. I'm sure that some of the guys saw
> my panties, and probably even his fingers probing into
> my sex.
>
> "The sensuous woman is definitely emerging" he whispered
> to me with a smile, "and it won't be long before she is
> completely out in the open." He was right: By the end
> of the evening my panties were soaked with my juices,
> and on a number of occasions I wished he would rip my
> clothes off in front of everyone. When the party was
> over, I nearly raped Barry!
>
> The one disappointment of that weekend was that my
> period came on the Saturday when I still felt as if I
> needed more love-making! I always cursed my periods
> which tended to be quite heavy ... it was especially
> unfair that when I couldn't have babies I still had to
> suffer this nuisance.
>
> When Barry returned from work on Monday evening, I could
> see immediately that he was upset. He conveyed another
> request to me. The company was having a cocktail party
> the next Friday evening, and they wanted me to come in
> to help Fiona as waitress.
>
> "That's OK", I said, "I'm getting used to being with
> your mates".
>
> Barry swallowed visibly. "They want you to wear some
> French maid's outfit, the same as Fiona ... and you know
> how she dresses".
>
> I giggled. "Well I showed enough skin on Friday night ...
> a little more won't matter!"
>
> I was a little less sure of myself when I went in to the
> office on the Wednesday to be fitted for my outfit! The
> fitting was organized by Steve's wife Sheila, a rather
> busty woman of about 50. The little black skirt, with
> an attached frilly white apron, was shorter than most
> tennis skirts I had seen. Furthermore, it wrapped over
> at the back, leaving a split that would have the bottom
> of my panties on continual display. I was warned by
> Sheila to find myself nice frilly black panties.
>
> An immediate concern was my rather lush pubic hair
> (another of the gripes I had with my body). Thick black
> woolly hair filled the full V up to the top of my hips,
> covered my crack completely, and spread on to the tops
> of my inner thighs and into my arse crack. With the
> maid's outfit, much of this hair would be visible at
> times, and I commented to Sheila about needing to trim
> my pubic hair considerably. She and Fiona laughed, and
> told me not to touch it ... Stan was known to like hairy
> women. In fact, they said, "don't shave your armpits
> either!"
>
> This last was a relevant comment, as the tops we had to
> wear were even more revealing! It was nothing more than
> a long scarf of black chiffon, wrapped from my back to
> cross over my tits in front, and finally fastened round
> my neck in halter style. I clearly couldn't wear a bra
> with it. Sheila reassured me that in spite of their
> size, my boobs showed little sag. Not long back, I had
> worried about my nipple points showing, but with this
> outfit, the outline of my aureolae would be on clear
> display.
>
> The outfit was completed by black fishnet stockings held
> up by a garter belt round my hips. The tops of the
> stockings were clearly visible under my skirt. Sheila
> took me out to buy black sandals with higher heels than
> I had ever warn, which would leave me towering over
> virtually all the men. The shoes were charged to the
> company account.
>
> Sheila took the outfit away with her to make some minor
> adjustments, so that Barry only saw it when I changed at
> the office on Friday evening. The look on his face was
> priceless, and his eyes looked like popping out. For
> myself, I had to settle my nerves with a couple of quick
> drinks.
>
> There must have been 25-30 men at the party, served by
> just Fiona and myself, with Sheila hovering in the
> background. Hands were all over me, all the time. Most
> of the time I was holding a tray so that I could not
> push the hands away as they pinched my nipples and
> fondled my tits through or under the top. I lost count
> within the first hour of how many times I had fingers
> probing my pussy.
>
> About 30 minutes into the party, there was a cheer from
> a group of men in a far corner. One of the guests broke
> away from the group, and gave a card to Fiona. She put
> down her tray, kissed him full on the mouth, and turned
> to me to say: "Hold the fort girl; I need to slip out
> for a while". With that she slipped her arm through his
> and they disappeared towards the back of the building.
>
> When they returned 20 minutes later, I had no further
> doubt. They had had sex, and Fiona clearly saw this as
> part of her duties ... She was the company whore!
>
> During the next hour, she disappeared twice more with
> other men. My pussy tingled at the thought of casually
> fucking (yes this word came to mind) strange men.
>
> Shortly after she returned with the third guy, Fiona and
> I were asked to do a dance routine in the middle of the
> circle of men. As we rotated around, Fiona suddenly
> undid the halter neck tie, and threw her top into the
> crowd.
>
> I wasn't sure what to do. There were calls for me to do
> the same. One part of me wanted to expose myself, but
> my upbringing still left me scared to go that far.
>
> When we reached home much later, I asked Barry what he
> would have thought if I, too, had gone topless. He was
> evasive, but it was clear that he was as hugely turned
> by the thought as I was, and we fucked there and then in
> the living room where we were talking.
>
>
> ***************
>
> Chapter 2: Forced into Whoredom
>
> We had a passionate weekend. I remained naked while
> indoors, doing this for the first time while Barry was
> there.
>
> But on Monday evening when Barry reached home he was
> strangely distracted, and resisted my advances saying he
> did not feel well. This frustrated me, as I had spent
> all day naked, viewing porn on the computer, and
> fantasy-fucking myself with my toys. I needed to be
> fucked properly.
>
> After Barry left for work the next day, I stripped and
> was just building myself up to a self-induced orgasm
> when at about 9.30 the doorbell rang.
>
> I cursed, hastily slipped on a short housecoat, missing
> quite a few buttons, and went to see who was there. It
> was Stan, carrying a bottle of champagne and a large
> brown envelope.
>
> "What are you doing here? Is there something wrong?" I
> stammered out.
>
> He smiled. "Aren't you going to invite me in? I wanted
> to thank you properly for your help on Friday and to
> offer you a proposal."
>
> As we reached the living room, he held out the bottle
> and said: "Get some glasses. This is our thanks and
> also celebration of the emergence of the sensual woman".
>
> He had the bottle open when I returned, and poured for
> us. I dimly noticed that he poured much more into my
> glass than into his, but I was also nervous at the
> proximity of a sexy man when I was so scantily clad.
> Looking down, I now noticed how much cleavage I was
> showing, and that the coat was unbuttoned from the
> bottom almost into my crotch.
>
> Stan made himself comfortable on a couch, and gestured
> for me to sit next to him.
>
> I knew I was playing with fire, but did as he indicated.
> He slipped an arm round my shoulder, and his hand
> started creeping under my house coat.
>
> "I could see you were enjoying yourself on Friday! I
> felt how wet your panties were, and I know you wanted to
> throw off your top like Fiona."
>
> I stammered out some unconvincing denial, which Stan
> ignored as he continued: "How would you like for this to
> be your full-time job?"
>
> "What do you mean?"
>
> "Fiona is leaving us at the end of the week. A wealthy
> client has offered to marry her and to give her a life
> of luxury. He knows full well what her job entailed -
> she entertained him quite a few times - but wants to
> take her away from it all and to have a glamorous wife
> for his business entertainment."
>
> "We can't, won't stand in her way", Stan added. "But the
> company needs another pro [he pronounced it that way,
> and not as P.R.O.] as soon as possible. Company morale
> depends on it. We think you are just the girl".
>
> "But I d-d-d-d-on't know whether I could do what she
> does. I kn-kn-know that she has s-s-s-sex with your
> clients. I am just a simple housewife" I stammered out,
> but at the same time something inside was becoming
> aroused at the thought.
>
> Stan undid all the buttons on my housecoat, and slipped
> it down off my shoulders. My mind screamed at me to
> resist, but I felt powerless, as if I was watching
> myself from far off. For the first time in my adult
> life, I was naked and vulnerable in front of a man not
> my husband.
>
> He massaged my huge tits and pulled on my nipples. "I
> have watched you, and I know women. You are by nature a
> whore in spite of having that nature suppressed by your
> upbringing. You want to expose yourself to men. You
> want to seek fulfilment in satisfying their desires.
> Your whole body was built for this role. I'm just
> seeking to liberate you, to find your destiny".
>
> I should have been offended these lewd assertions, but
> somehow it increased my arousal. I wanted to be treated
> as a sex object.
>
> Stan leaned over and suckled on my breast, sucking my
> engorged nipple deep into his mouth. From far off, I
> heard myself moan in delight at the sensation. His hand
> ran across my belly and entered my pubic bush. Two
> fingers found their way into my willing hole, while the
> thumb rubbed my love button. My moans of ecstasy grew
> louder.
>
> His lips left my breast and followed where his hands had
> been across my belly, taking time to lick into my belly
> button. And then his head was in my crotch. His lips
> found my clit and he suckled on that. Within minutes I
> had reached a screaming orgasm.
>
> Stan stood up and quickly stripped. I knew now that I
> was giving myself to him willingly, the first of many
> lovers. As his rigid shaft emerged, so much longer and
> fatter than Barry's, I took it lovingly in my hand and
> licked on the end sticking out of his uncircumcised
> foreskin. I savoured the taste of precum.
>
> He took my legs and spreadeagled them so that my
> womanhood was blatantly exposed to him. He rubbed the
> head of his cock up and down my slit, and then suddenly
> slammed inwards to fill me as never before. I screamed!
>
> As he set up a fast but steady rhythm of thrusts into
> me, I came again and again. I had never experienced
> such sensations, and I knew I wanted to experience them
> many more times. This was a whole new world from
> Barry's ineffective fucking and masturbation with my
> toys. I wrapped my long muscular legs around Stan's
> bottom to draw him in ever more deeply.
>
> He seemed to go on for ever, but I suppose it could not
> have been much more than 10 minutes before I felt his
> buttocks tighten. Then I felt the warm sensation as his
> sperm flooded my womb.
>
> In the post-coital aftermath, I did suffer some guilt
> feelings. I had betrayed Barry and my marriage vows.
> Tears of sadness welled up in my eyes.
>
> Stan noticed, and said: "What's this didn't you enjoy
> it?"
>
> "You bastard", I wailed. "You know I enjoyed it too
> much. But I have been unfaithful to Barry and my
> promises to him, and how will I face him again?"
>
> "Ah, yes, Barry. I brought something to show you."
>
> Stan poured me another glass of champagne, and reached
> for the large envelope. He extracted a set of
> photographs and spread them before me.
>
> The first few were of Barry together with Fiona in
> various sex positions, sucking and fucking. I suppose I
> should have realized that he would have had
> opportunities with the company whore! But then, I found
> a few more of Barry with what seemed a young teenage
> girl.
>
> "Who's that", I asked.
>
> Stan laughed. "She is Lara, actually 18 and a full time
> prostitute, but Barry thinks she is a 15 year old niece
> of Steve's. You will remember that last month he had
> some overtime work at Steve's home? Steve was called
> out a few times, leaving Barry on his own with Lara.
> She seduced him, and these pictures were obtained from a
> hidden camera."
>
> "Barry has been told", Stan continued, "that Lara is
> pregnant and that her parents are trying to find out who
> the father is, so that they can charge him for sex with
> a minor. Barry knows we have these pictures, and has
> been threatened that we'll show them to you, to Lara's
> parents and to the police if he does not cooperate fully
> with us."
>
> "Cooperate in what?" I asked
>
> "Well, at least not to stand in the way of your becoming
> the company PRO/whore!"
>
> "But surely he would never expect me to agree", I
> countered.
>
> "We've thought of that! We'll make him think that he has
> forced you into it. He'll tell you tonight that we have
> had to relocate this week's poker game and that we'll
> come to your place. And that we want you to wear the
> same outfit you wore at last Friday's cocktail. You'll
> resist a little, but will agree! At the game, he will
> have to gamble wildly and lose heavily, until he is
> badly in debt. Then he'll get a good hand with a chance
> to recover, but we won't allow him more credit. Then
> we'll relent and offer him the chance of putting a
> signed contract for you to take Fiona's place into the
> pot. He will have to get you to agree. And of course he
> will lose ... we have some good card sharps who can
> organize any hand!"
>
> "Oh you devious bastard", I countered.
>
> "But you'll do it", Stan laughed, half as question and
> half as statement of fact.
>
> "I don't know" I said, but felt a tingle in my pussy and
> a hardening of my nipples, and I knew inside that I
> would.
>
> He leaned over and sucked one of those nipples into his
> mouth, as his hand found the magic button between my
> leg.
>
> "Noooooo, Noooooooo" I cried unconvincingly, betrayed by
> my own body as I came over his fingers.
>
> He gently moved me so that I was kneeling on the floor,
> leaning over the couch. He moved behind me, pushed my
> legs apart, and slammed his once more rigid organ into
> my very receptive cunt. As he set up a rhythm, one hand
> played with my nipples, alternating between the two,
> while the other rubbed my clit. I am surprised that the
> neighbours did not come to investigate as I'm sure my
> screams would have woken the dead. Certainly, I came
> three or four times, more strongly than I had ever done
> with Barry, before I felt Stan tense as he pumped his
> fluids into by welcoming pussy.
>
> When we were done, I collapsed in total relaxation on to
> the couch. Stan got up, dressed and kissed me gently on
> the head. "Rest well, doll ... I'll send someone around on
> Thursday to fill you in on the final details". And with
> that he left.
>
> I slept for about an hour. For the rest of the day, I
> alternated between feelings of guilt and determination
> not to violate my marriage vows again (perhaps Barry
> should resign and we'll go away), and fantasizing over a
> promiscuous life style in which I was a sex toy for
> hordes of men.
>
> Barry spoke to me almost as soon as he came home. He
> was clearly very embarrassed at having to ask me to host
> the party that week, and scared that I would refuse. I
> made it easy on him by airily agreeing. Then he brought
> up the matter of my outfit. I gave him a hard time on
> that for a few hours ... making him almost beg.
> Eventually, just before bed, I conceded: "Well if you
> want your wife to go around nearly naked in front of
> your colleagues, letting them feel me up whenever they
> want, I suppose I must accept."
>
> Barry was almost in tears by then. "I'm sure they will
> behave themselves", he mumbled unconvincingly.
>
> Through Wednesday and Thursday morning, I continued to
> have mixed feelings, but increasingly I knew I would do
> it. I masturbated with my toys, reliving over and over
> again my time with Stan, and imagining Barry's other
> workmates using me.
>
> Just after lunch on Thursday, the doorbell rang. It was
> the company delivery truck driver, Len - very large
> (towering well over me) and very black! He had my
> outfit with him. I invited him in for a drink, and he
> confirmed arrangements for the following night, just as
> Stan had outlined.
>
> Len pulled me to my feet, and kissed me passionately
> with a lot of tongue. My body responded instantly. He
> found the zip of my light summer dress, which instantly
> fell to the floor, leaving me only in panties (as I had
> been braless) and bare-footed.
>
> Without a word, Len threw me over his shoulder and
> carried me to the bedroom. He pulled the covers on to
> the floor, and dropped me on to the sheet. He grabbed
> at my panties as I fell, and they simply tore into
> pieces. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his trousers
> to reveal a monstrous prick, as big as any I had seen on
> the porn pictures, and black as ebony.
>
> With no foreplay, Len dropped on top of my prone body
> and in one swift lunge, slammed that huge tool into my
> pussy. Fortunately, I was already pretty lubricated,
> but even so I shrieked in some pain as he entered me.
> But quite soon, I adjusted to his size and was thrusting
> back at him almost as hard as he pushed into me. It was
> not too long before Len uttered a loud grunt and
> unloaded his jism into my womb.
>
> Almost immediately, Len extracted his cock and then
> swung me around with my face in his crotch. He pushed
> my face down on to his prick, still wet with my juices
> and leaking cum. "Suck me hard again, bitch" he growled.
>
> This rough treatment had my pussy juices working
> overtime, and I willingly sucked his enormous tool into
> my mouth, using my hands on the bottom end of the shaft
> that would not fit in my mouth, and on his gigantic ball
> sack.
>
> "Oh yes, you're going to be a great company whore", he
> grunted.
>
> Amazingly, within minutes he was getting obviously hard
> and erect again. My experience with Barry was that once
> he had come, I could get nothing more out of him for
> hours.
>
> As soon as he was erect again, Len positioned me on my
> hands and knees and entered me doggy style. Once more,
> he showed no interest in stimulating me ... he was just
> using my pussy as a receptacle for his dong. And yet, I
> needed no stimulation! The sawing of that huge organ in
> and out of my pussy had me climaxing like the bitch in
> heat that I evidently was. Len lasted much longer now,
> and it must have been 20 minutes at least before once
> again his seed was filling my womb. By then I was also
> fully satisfied, for the time being at least.
>
> Once he was done, Len climbed off, slapped me hard on
> the arse, and said "See you soon again, missy!"
>
> I lay for a while where I was for probably another 20
> minutes after he had gone. When I did get up, I
> realized that the sheets were quite wet from his semen.
> But this was all on Barry's side of the bed, so I just
> pulled the covers back on. It gave me a bit of a thrill
> to think that Barry would be lying that night on the cum
> left by my adulterous lover.
>
> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
> And so to that Friday night!
>
> I bought myself a flimsy pair of G-string panties to
> wear under the French maid outfit. There was no point in
> putting too many obstacles in anyone's way!
>
> Before the others came, Barry was so tense, he hardly
> spoke. I, on the other hand, had quite a few drinks and
> was quite giggly by the time I greeted our first guests.
>
> The game was soon under way. Barry won a few good
> hands, but then started losing heavily. The others
> extended him credit so that he could get more chips.
> For a while he won again, and then lost a few big hands.
>
> It was a little after 10pm, when I realized that the
> crisis point was near. Barry, Stan and Paddy were the
> only three left in the hand, and the pot was getting
> large. But then Barry had nothing more to match the
> pot. He had been told what he had to do in this case,
> and nervously he played his part (thinking it was for my
> benefit).
>
> "Give me just a little more credit, guys", he pleaded.
>
> Stan seemed unsympathetic: "Sorry, guy. You are already
> in debt for your next month's salary ... you can't repay
> even that".
>
> "What?!", I screamed in mock horror. "How can you do
> that you idiot? What will live on? What about the
> mortgage payments?"
>
> Barry whined: "Please ... Just enough to see you guys.
> I'm sure I have a hand to beat you both!"
>
> Stan seemed to muse for a while. "Well, if you're
> really that confident ... I have an idea. Let's put a
> contract in the pot, for Rita to become our PRO and
> entertainments officer. If you win, you take the pot.
> If you lose, we'll write off your debts, but the
> contract stands".
>
> "OK, I'll do it", Barry almost whispered.
>
> "Not so fast", said Stan. "We also need Rita's
> agreement".
>
> I saw Barry glancing at me with a worried look.
> Innocently, I said: "I don't understand. What is this
> contract?"
>
> Stan turned to Barry: "We'll give you 5 minutes to
> explain to Rita, and then we want an answer."
>
> Barry gestured to me to follow him to the kitchen.
> "Darling", he said, "this is a terrible thing to ask.
> But I've got a virtually unbeatable hand - four aces -
> and I need to recoup my losses. All you have to do is
> to agree that if I lose - which I'm sure I won't - you
> will take Fiona's place, as she is leaving".
>
> I almost giggled at the look on Barry's face. He was
> gulping and had coloured bright red. I played innocent:
> "I'm not sure what the job involves".
>
> "You would need to be receptionist, and hostess rather
> like last Friday, and also help to entertain clients
> often at evening dinners and so on."
>
> "A lot of the guys let their hands wander rather all
> over me and Fiona last week. And I noticed that Fiona
> slipped away a couple of times ... I was sure that she
> allowed guys to kiss her in the back room".
>
> Barry gulped and reddened even more. "Fiona is quite
> wild. I'm sure you don't have to do everything she did.
> But please ... my job is on the line ... maybe you
> shouldn't make the management guys too angry".
>
> "You mean, let them feel me up?"
>
> "I ... I ... I" was all Barry could stammer out.
>
> I let some of my laughter out. "Oh, don't worry, I can
> look after myself" I said confidently. "And a little
> bit of extra money will help, won't it".
>
> "Ye ... Ye ... Yes" he responded.
>
> "OK, let's do it ... I'm sure it's not a big deal".
>
> With that we returned to the game, and Barry told them I
> had agreed.
>
> "Well then", said Stan, "all we need is for you two to
> confirm that in writing. We have a little contract
> drawn up"
>
> He handed us a sheet of paper, on which we read the
> following: `We, Barry and Rita ------, do willingly
> agree that Rita will with immediate effect join the ----
> - company as PRO and entertainments officer, for a
> period of at least two years. Rita will fulfil all
> tasks and duties allocated to her by the company owner
> and his management team. It is further agreed that she
> comes way for the remainder of this weekend for an
> intensive training session. In confirmation of this
> agreement, we attach our signatures and the panties that
> Rita is currently wearing'. (A large safety pin was
> attached, to facilitate the last request.)
>
> Barry was nearly in tears! "That's too much!" he cried,
> referring to the last clause.
>
> "That's the offer", Stan told him.
>
> "Never mind", I said airily. "They've all seem them
> tonight anyway!" In truth, my body was hugely aroused
> at the thought of exposing myself to all of the guys. I
> slipped my hands under my short skirt. "Don't peep", I
> said, and slipped the flimsy garment down by legs and
> pinned it to the document which I also signed.
>
> Barry looked even more miserable, but attached his
> signature, before the contract when in the pot.
>
> "Well, we might as well have the show down immediately.
> What have you got?"
>
> Barry dealt out the four aces he was holding.
>
> "Wow", said Paddy. "That's way beyond my full house",
> and threw his cards in a show of dismay.
>
> "All I have is a flush" said Stan with a leer. For a
> moment Barry looked as if a life-belt had been thrown to
> him ... perhaps they made a mistake in fiddling the cards.
> He should have known better. Stan slowly laid down his
> five hearts: K-Q-J-10-9. Barry's last hope disappeared.
>
> Stan grabbed the contract, stood up and put his arm
> around me. "`Immediate effect' means right now", he
> said. "Don't bother to bring anything with you", he
> told me. "You're going with me, Louis and Steve to my
> beach house".
>
> The four of us went out to his double-cab pickup truck.
> I was placed in the front seat between Stan and Steve,
> while Louis climbed in the backseat.
>
> "Take off your top and skirt", Stan ordered. "Then call
> Barry across and tell him to take them inside as you
> won't be needing them".
>
> I did as I was told. The look on Barry's face when I
> handed him my clothes was priceless ... he was literally
> speechless. And so we drove off, with me totally naked
> between the three men. Throughout the drive, Stan and
> Steve's fingers were continuously exploring my sex,
> massaging clit and vulva in turn. At the same time,
> Louis was leaning over from the back, using both hands
> to play with my tits and nipples. By the time we
> reached the beach house some 40 minutes later, I was
> gibbering wreck of female arousal. I knew now that I
> would never be able to return to my old life. I was by
> nature a whore, and wanted nothing else.
>
> I wanted nothing more than to fuck all night! But Stan
> told me that we'd have "a busy day tomorrow", and that I
> should get some sleep. The three of them would draw
> cards to see who would spend the night in bed with me. I
> should give each of the losers a quick blow job, and
> then off to bed with the winner.
>
> Steve was the winner. Stan and Louis stripped quickly,
> and Stan gestured to me to get down on my knees between
> them. From the porn I had viewed, and knew exactly what
> was required! I took a cock in each hand, and started
> sucking on one as if it were a lollipop. After a few
> minutes I switched to the other, and alternated between
> them as they groaned and sighed in pleasure,
> complimenting me on being such a "natural cock-sucking
> whore". These lewd words increased my arousal, and I
> sucked and rubbed the two all the harder.
>
> Soon Louis grunted out that he could not last much
> longer, so I turned most of my attention to him, and in
> short time his semen was squirting all over my face and
> running down my hands.
>
> I could then turn my attention to Stan. When he was
> ready to come, he took my head in his hands and
> literally fucked my face. As he erupted, I was forced
> to swallow virtually all his jism, just little bits
> leaking out of the corner of my mouth.
>
> Then Steve took me by the hand and led me to the master
> bedroom. After a quick clean up in the bathroom, I lay
> down next to him on the bed. Steve started kissing me
> gently on my lips, then worked his way down along my
> neck, on to the swells of my breast, and to my nipples.
> There he stayed for a while, nursing at my breast like
> a baby, as I held his head against me.
>
> It was with a mixture of disappointment and anticipation
> that I felt his lips leave my tits and continue
> southward. He paused briefly to lick around my navel,
> and then at last ventured into the thick bush between my
> legs. He must have suffered a few mouthfuls of curly
> hair before he found my clit and gently nibbled on it
> with his teeth. By now my legs were thrashing around
> uncontrollably. I pulled on his shoulders to move him
> back up to lie on top of me, squashing me, as his
> manhood found my slit. Then we were joined together,
> and thrust against each other as one. We came together
> in total ecstasy.
>
> As our passions subsided, he slid off and lay beside me,
> our arms still around each other, and we must have
> fallen asleep just like that, with his juicy cock
> resting on my thigh, and his sperm slowly seeping out of
> my gaping pussy.
>
> ************
>
> Chapter 3: Pregnant Whore
>
> All I remember is that when I awoke, with Steve still
> lying against me, the sun was already shining through
> the window. As I stretched, Steve woke as well, and
> smiled at me. He pulled me round so that we were lying
> side-by-side in a 69 position. I naturally took his
> erect cock into my mouth while fondling his balls with
> my hands. His tongue worked magic on my button and I
> was soon writhing around and probably screaming audibly.
> Then I felt Steve's balls tighten and warm sticky cum
> filled my mouth, some of it leaking down my chin. When
> we were done, and we lying in the same direction again,
> Steven gently wiped his fluid off my chin and smeared it
> on my tit. Then he took my hand, and made me rub it in.
> I felt so delightfully depraved.
>
> We showered together, and while we were still soaping
> each other, Stan called out to us to get a move on. So
> hand in hand, but still totally naked, we strolled
> through to the living room. As we entered, I froze in
> horror ... There was Steve's wife Sheila.
>
> "Oh my God", I gasped, and tried to hide behind Steve.
>
> "Surprised to see me, dear? What have you been getting
> up to with my husband?"
>
> The others laughed, and Steve explained: "You don't have
> to worry about Sheila playing the outraged wife. I'd
> have to be the outraged husband more often. We have a
> rather unconventional relationship. Sheila was a very
> expensive call girl for a long time, and is now madam of
> an exclusive ring, still servicing a few very special
> clients herself."
>
> "Sheila has agreed to help with your training", added
> Stan.
>
> "We'll start with looking at a few DVDs of different
> ways and positions of doing it", said Sheila. "But as
> you're watching, and I explain some tricks of the trade,
> I want you to sit where all three guys can see you. You
> have to learn to be completely comfortable and
> uninhibited with your sexual feelings."
>
> She passed a box to me, which I opened to find a
> vibrator.
>
> "As you watch the movies, I want you to fuck yourself
> with the vibrator and to play with your clit, in front
> of all of us. I expect you to bring yourself to regular
> orgasms during this time."
>
> Over the next 2-3 hours, we viewed an enormous variety
> of sex acts. I had seen most of these acts during my
> visits to porn sites, but some were new to me. As we
> watched, Sheila matter-of-factly pointed out what the
> girls were doing in terms of stimulating their male
> partners. We watched oral and anal as well as vaginal
> penetration. Sheila explained the techniques of deep-
> throating as I watched girls with their mouths buried in
> pubic hair. We watched girls with multiple partners, up
> to 5 at a time: one cock each in pussy, anus and mouth,
> while the girl rubbed two more against her tits. I saw
> girls covered in cum, in their hair, over their face, on
> their tits and leaking out of pussy and anal openings.
>
> The arousal caused by all this scenes, together with the
> unceasing stimulation of my cunt and clit, did drive me
> to multiple orgasms, and I was soon totally unconcerned
> about who witnessed the climaxes. I was quickly
> becoming the slut they wanted!
>
> I was quite exhausted by the time we were through, and
> they left me to sleep for a while until a light lunch.
>
> When I awoke, I found two other guys had joined us.
> They were young and well-built, like body builders, and
> were introduced as Long John and Mad Max. I was told
> that they were well-known porn-movie stars.
>
> Sheila told them to strip, and I couldn't believe my
> eyes. I couldn't imagine that the male organ could get
> that big. Each was longer than the width of both my
> hands together, and so thick that my hand could only get
> half-way round the circumference ... and remember, I'm a
> big girl!
>
> John, Max and I then went to the bedroom. Stan, Louis
> and Steve relaxed in chairs round the bed, while Sheila
> choreographed the next few hours. We played out most of
> the acts I had viewed on the DVDs, in front of this
> audience. I learned how to deep-throat, and how to
> relax and take it up my ass. I was screwed missionary
> style and doggy style. I rode the two guys countless
> times, usually sucking off one as the other fucked me,
> or using my hand to rub their pricks on my tits. They
> came in me (in all holes) and on me repeatedly. These
> two were amazing. They could come every 20 minutes, and
> would be hard within 5 minutes later.
>
> I was not given time to clean up in between, so I was
> soon a total mess of cum all over my body, and leaking
> out of all holes. And the more I was used by John and
> Max, to the lewd comments of Stan, Louis and Steve, and
> the encouragement of Sheila, the more aroused I became.
> I wanted to be a slut, their slut. I wanted my body to
> be a plaything of men. Occasionally, I thought of Barry
> back home, but I no longer cared. I knew only that he
> had never made me feel so satisfied, so desirable and so
> female.
>
> We ended the afternoon with the two of them sandwiching
> me. I sat down on Max's pole, taking it deep up into my
> bowels. Then John positioned himself between my legs and
> buried his shaft into my juicy cunt. John pushed me
> backwards, so that I was lying on my back on Max, with
> his cock still buried up my asshole. Then John lay on
> top of me, so that I was squashed between the two men.
> They were clearly used to doing this, and they set up a
> steady rhythm of thrusts into me. I came and came and
> came, delighting in my ability to so fully satisfy two
> men at the same time. And then they came, almost
> simultaneously, and I could feel their sperm filling
> both my womb and bowels.
>
> But by now, I was exhausted, and they allowed me to
> clean up and to sleep for a while, as there was to be a
> further phase to my training that very evening. "What
> more is there to learn", I wondered.
>
> A couple of hours later, I felt surprisingly refreshed.
> As I walked through to the living room, facing five men
> and a woman, I thought briefly how incredible it was
> that I felt so comfortable with my nakedness. I felt
> that I could happily expose myself to anyone.
>
> "You're going to a pub tonight with Long John and Mad
> Max", Stan told me. "The rest of us will be there to
> watch, but that's all. But first of all, we want you
> obviously drunk".
>
> I was allowed a little to eat, but over the next hour
> and a half I drained no less than 6 glasses of rum and
> coke, each about 50% rum. By that time, I felt I could
> hardly walk.
>
> I was given a miniscule mini-skirt, with splits up the
> side so high that it was hardly more than two panels of
> cloth, front and back ... making my pantiless condition
> obvious. My outfit was completed by a top that
> resembled a halter-neck bikini top, and high-heeled
> platform sandals in which I could hardly walk in my
> drunken state.
>
> John and Max took me in their car to a busy pub, and
> then walked me through the crowd to the bar. I must
> have been evidently drunk, and I could feel many eyes
> boring into me. "Flash a tit", John ordered, and with a
> giggle, I pulled the top to one side to show one breast
> in full. I was aware of many men lusting after me, and
> women staring in disapproval.
>
> At the bar, I had another rum and coke (but not as
> strong as before). When I was done, Max whispered in my
> ear: "Now come with us".
>
> We went down the corridor towards the toilets, and to my
> amazement and embarrassment (I still had some
> inhibitions, it seemed), they marched me into the men's
> room. A number of men looked up in surprise from the
> urinals. But John and Max walked me through into the
> disabled cubicle that had more space than the others.
>
> They stripped off my top and skirt. First John and then
> Max made me lean over the bowl with my legs apart, and
> they fucked from behind. They made loud comments, so
> that anyone else in the men's room would have no doubt
> as to what was happening.
>
> When Max was done, they pulled up their trousers, opened
> the door and walked out, leaving the door wide open. I
> was still completely naked, with cum trails running down
> my leg. I had to dress myself and find my way out
> through a crowd of men. Somehow, this turned me on, and
> as I walked through, I adjusted my top again, giving
> them all a further view of my tits.
>
> Stan and Louis took me back to the beach house, leaving
> John and Max to go off on their own, while Sheila and
> Steve left together.
>
> We went to bed together, and I practised one of my newly
> found skills by having them double team me, with Stan in
> my backside and Louis in my cunt. Once they had filled
> both holes with their sperm, we all collapsed into
> soundless sleep.
>
> The next morning (Sunday), Sheila re-appeared and took
> me shopping. (She brought an outfit for me to wear.)
> It was made clear that in spite of my big tits, bras
> were not allowed. Sheila assured me that in spite of
> their size, they were as firm as a teenager's. Also no
> panties, of course, except perhaps when I had my period.
>
> We bought half-a-dozen skirts, all short, some tight and
> some flared, and an equal number of tops, some almost
> totally transparent. We bought 4 pairs of shoes, all
> with high heels in spite of my height. Finally, we
> looked out two outfits for more formal evening wear, but
> still highly revealing of both legs and tits.
>
> We lunched with the others, and then Stan took me off on
> our own. I was not really surprised when we arrived at
> a tattoo parlour. For the next couple of hours I sat
> topless, as a strange man worked on my left breast. He
> expressed approval at the size of it, as that gave him
> room to work. When he was done, I looked in the mirror,
> realizing that the tattoo was irreversible ... I was
> branded forever as a slut-whore. And the realization
> made my pussy juice up.
>
> [At this point in her story, Rita opened her top to show
> me the tattoo. The snake wrapped twice around her tit,
> ending with it's head on the inner upper swell, and with
> its mouth open seemingly swallowing the nipple. The
> tattooist had circled the nipple in red, and added a
> little green stalk at the top to make it look like an
> apple ... the traditional symbol for temptation.]
>
> The tattooist gave me instructions on how to keep the
> tattoo clean until fully healed, and with that we left.
>
> We met up again with Steve and Louis, and after a few
> more drinks in a pub, they took me home in Stan's
> pickup, arriving just as it was getting dark. Before
> they let me off, I was placed on the back seat of the
> double-cab, and each in turn jacked off over me as I
> sucked their pricks. My blouse was opened, so that when
> each came, their sticky goo sprayed all over my tits as
> well as on my face and in my hair. They forced me to
> rub it all into my skin with my hands, before closing my
> top over the mess.
>
> Barry met me at the front door when I arrived with my
> purchases. He looked terrible! He had bags under his
> eyes. He probably had not slept all weekend, and looked
> as if he had been crying. I felt quite sorry for him,
> but also knew that I had moved on from him! I don't
> think he even noticed the mess I was in.
>
> "How are you?", he blubbered out. "Was it terrible. Oh
> God, I'm so sorry, I should have stood up to them,
> whatever the consequences".
>
> I decided to give him a bit more of a hard time.
>
> "You never told me", I said accusingly, and with a show
> of anger, "what the PRO position involved. You must
> have known that it is nothing more than company whore.
> I'm now a pro --- a professional prostitute. I hope
> you're satisfied!"
>
> Barry was almost in tears again: "They forced me not to
> say anything. I hoped you would refuse. But I couldn't
> do anything ..."
>
> "Well it's too late now", I countered. "They have
> turned me into a slut-whore. Five men have had me over
> the last two days. And you know what? I enjoyed it!
> Yes, I got off any being used by them and on being their
> cum-dump. I realize now that your little weenie and
> your 1-2-3 wham-bam, thank you mam, will never satisfy
> me again. You can relieve yourself in me when you want
> ... I am still your wife ... but you are going to have to
> share me with others, and accept that you may have very
> sloppy seconds or thirds or fourths!"
>
> I had meant to humiliate Barry ... to make him suffer.
> But I soon realized that he was strangely becoming
> aroused. I flopped down on the couch with my legs wide
> open, and my skirt rode up past my thighs. "I'm
> exhausted now, but if you see anything you like, help
> yourself". He did ... I pulled him down on to me and
> kissed him, and I don't he realized that he was getting
> the cum of the three other guys over his face and chest.
> In fact, he was more forceful than I had usually known
> him, almost angry, and it was more pleasurable with him
> than it had been for a long time. But he still came too
> quickly.
>
> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- -
> Monday morning, and I travelled to work with Barry in
> the bus. He was quite embarrassed at my outfit which
> had a number of the other commuters staring.
>
> Shortly after we arrived at the office, Fiona came in
> for a short while and showed me around things such as
> operating the phone, the wash room, and also to the
> company flat in the next block of buildings. It was
> small but had a sitting room and a separate bedroom. It
> was modestly but comfortable furnished, and Fiona gave
> me the contact details for the agency that cleaned up
> after guests had left. "They ask no questions", she told
> me with a wink.
>
> By 1030, I was on my own at the front desk, when a tall,
> grey-haired and distinguished looking man came in. He
> reminded me of my father!
>
> "Can I help you", I greeted him, leaning forward to give
> him a good view of my bare tits. He looked!
>
> He told me he had an appointment with Steve and Barry to
> have some quotes done, so I led him through to Steve's
> office.
>
> About two hours later, Barry brought their guest back to
> my front office. "This is Hardy N-----", Barry informed
> me. "We are preparing some rough drawings and estimates
> for him which should be ready by about 3.30pm. Steve
> says that you should take Hardy out to lunch on the
> company account, and then to the company flat to rest
> and clean up if he wishes."
>
> Barry was gulping as he passed on these instructions. He
> knew and I knew that he was pimping for me, and that I
> would need to `entertain' the guest.
>
> "Sure thing", I said, taking Hardy's arm and leading him
> out, making sure that I squeezed a tit hard against his
> shoulder. I blew a kiss at Barry, who looked quite
> miserable watching us leave.
>
> We lunched at a steakhouse, sitting in a quiet booth. I
> pressed my thigh hard against his, touched him
> frequently with my hand, and leaned close to him so that
> he could feel my tit against his arm. This was the
> first time that I had taken the initiative in coming on
> to a man, and I could sense his arousal, which I found
> quite exciting.
>
> After the light lunch, I escorted Hardy to the flat. By
> this time, the erection in his trousers was evident. I
> took him to the bedroom, kicked off my shoes and lay on
> the bed, patting the covers next to me. He wasted no
> time in dropping down next to me, and had my tits out in
> one quick move. Soon he was nursing at my breast, as I
> cradled his head in my hands. Not long after, he kissed
> his way down my belly, as his hands loosened my skirt
> and discovered my pantiless state.
>
> I was quickly naked, and started undoing his shirt
> buttons, and then his belt buckle. His lips reached my
> nether lips, and soon he was suckling on my clit as he
> had been on my nipples. By now, I had released his
> prick and was gently massaging it. I was gratified to
> hear his moans of pleasure ... I was becoming a competent
> whore!
>
> But by this time the drinks I had had at lunch were
> starting to put pressure on my bladder. I pushed him
> away, and told him: "Don't go anywhere, big boy. I need
> to have a pee, and you won't want me to do it on the
> bed!"
>
> As I trotted through to the bathroom, however, Hardy
> followed me, dropping the rest of his clothes on the
> way.
>
> As I sat on the bowl, he knelt between my legs and
> pulled me forward so that my bum was almost on the front
> end of the seat. Then he bent forward and resumed the
> licking and sucking around my pussy.
>
> "Hey", I cried, "you're taking a chance ... I can't hold
> out much longer!"
>
> His voice was hoarse and breathless in obvious
> excitement: "Do it! Please do it! Piss right now for
> me ... I haven't tasted a young women for years", and he
> leaned closer into my crotch and furiously licked and
> probed round my opening, pushing his tongue well up into
> my vagina."
>
> For a moment I was nonplussed. I had not yet heard of
> water sports, but it was clear what he wanted. For a
> few moments, I found it difficult to relax and to
> release my bladder, but once the stream started it
> seemed to pour for ever! Hardy sucked and lapped
> furiously, and there was no doubt that he was swallowing
> large amounts of my piss, apart from that which ran down
> his chin and over his chest. His sucking around my hole
> brought me to an orgasm before my stream had come to an
> end.
>
> When at last my bladder was empty, Hardy took a towel,
> dried me where piss had splashed around, dried himself,
> and then dropped it on the floor where he mopped the
> rest up using his feet.
>
> He then took my hand, led me back to the bed and threw
> me down. I lay with my legs splayed widely and
> obscenely open. He dropped on top of me, and slammed
> his stiff organ straight up my juice cunt. He pumped
> energetically for I suppose 10 minutes, bringing me to
> two more climaxes before filling my womb with his seed.
>
> We rested for a while in each others' arms, and then
> (neat as ever) Hardy went back to the bathroom, where he
> threw the piss-soaked towels in the bath and ran some
> water in. (Our cleaning service could hopefully deal
> with them further.) He then took me into the shower,
> and we gently soaped each other down in the warm water.
>
> I delivered Hardy, clean, dressed and relaxed back at
> the office about 5 minutes late. Within half an hour
> the contract was sealed. Hardy greeted me as he left,
> expressing the wish that we would get together again
> soon. I smiled, leaned over my desk to give him a good
> flash of my naked tits, and agreed.
>
> Once Hardy had left, Steve (with Barry watching) put his
> arm around me, cupped my breast, and told me I had done
> a great job in looking after the client. "It was my
> pleasure", I assured him. Barry looked miserable.
>
> Back home that night, when we went to bed, Barry again
> screwed me almost angrily. It felt good while it
> lasted, but yet again he came too quickly.
>
> - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
> I was soon to realize that my first day on the job was
> rather quiet. My usual day started by going to see Stan
> first thing, where he helped himself to a fuck. This
> would sometimes be slow relaxed love-making on his
> leather couch; on other occasions he just bent me over
> his desk and took me from behind. He never locked his
> door, and frequently someone would come in while we were
> screwing. It never bothered Stan, and I soon came to
> realize that I came off better with an audience. I was
> a natural exhibitionist.
>
> Steve and Louis would also enjoy my favours some time
> during the day. Whenever a staff member had a birthday,
> I would take him into the ladies rest room for an hour
> or so of fun. Every Friday there was a draw for
> `employee of the week'. Every time someone did anything
> noteworthy, his name was put on a card placed in an urn,
> from which one card was drawn each week. The employee
> of the week would have lunch with me, before going up to
> the company flat.
>
> There would be three or four clients a week to
> entertain, usually over lunch, but occasional out-of-
> town clients would be offered the use of the company
> flat overnight and I would normally spend the night
> there as well.
>
> I would act as hostess at some poker evenings, usually
> naked from the start, and at other functions for
> customers. Thus all told, I was probably fucking or
> sucking three or four times a day, with an average of 8-
> 10 different partners each week.
>
> Quite soon I had to acknowledge that I was addicted to
> sex. If I went without a cock in my cunt for 3 or 4
> hours, I became so horny I had to relieve myself. This
> became obvious to me three weeks after I started at the
> company. Stan and his senior colleagues were away for
> the weekend, and there was no poker party or other
> function. For the whole weekend, I had to make do with
> Barry's little pecker, but he only managed to get it up
> three or four times.
>
> Fortunately, the next weekend was a very different
> situation. Stan had offered my services to act in a
> porn movie. The scene was that of a hillbilly
> household. I acted as a teenage daughter of a widowed
> father and his two sons (played by Long John and Mad
> Max). The three of them, and a fourth black actor
> (playing the role of a farm-hand), took me in every
> conceivable position and setting. In addition, most
> scenes had to be re-shot on a number of occasions, so
> that I was almost continuously fucked, for 12 hours a
> day over two days. The amusing part of the whole
> process was that two female assistants with vacuum pumps
> had to assist in keeping the guys sufficiently erect!
> But I finished the weekend feeling VERY relaxed.
>
> The sad part of this period was that Barry became
> increasingly remote. Every few days he would suddenly
> throw himself on me, almost raping me, but in between he
> would seem not to want to touch me. I felt sorry for
> him, but increasingly I needed the attention of LOTS of
> men, and I knew we would have to soon go our own ways.
>
> The crisis came some six weeks after my becoming company
> whore. In the thrill and exhilaration of continual
> sexual stimulation, there was one thing I completely
> overlooked. During that time, I never had a period!
>
> But then for a few days in a row, I felt rather nauseous
> each morning. I thought I must have been over-
> indulging, and tried cutting down on rich foods and
> drink, without much success. After about a week of
> this, Sheila came into the office one morning and
> commented that I looked off-colour.
>
> I told her of my morning sickness.
>
> "Oh, my God", she said. "Are you pregnant?"
>
> "No, that's not poss...", I started to say. And suddenly,
> I stopped. I had been so used to the idea of being
> infertile, that I no longer questioned the diagnosis.
> But it now burst on me that I up to 7 weeks ago, I had
> only ever had Barry's sperm in me and had not fallen
> pregnant. Over the last 7 weeks, I probably had
> absorbed multiple sperm loads from as much as 30
> different men ... and my period was late!
>
> I told Sheila the full story of our unsuccessfully
> trying for a baby, and my assumed infertility in the
> light of Barry's supposed impregnation of the young
> girl. She threw her head back and laughed. "Poor Barry
> ... It seems he has been cuckolded a few times. That girl
> probably wanted to protect her real boyfriend. Then we
> invented the story of Lara's pregnancy. And now you!
> But let's get a pregnancy test done to confirm what is
> probably the obvious".
>
> Sheila took me via a pharmacy and then to the company
> flat, where we soon confirmed my pregnancy. I was
> shattered, and felt tears in my eyes.
>
> "Now what's all this about?" asked Sheila. "I thought
> you wanted a baby, or were you so desperate to have
> Barry's baby? He doesn't seem my first choice as the
> sire for a baby of mine!"
>
> "No, it's not Barry", I half-sobbed. "It's that I am
> just getting to enjoy my new life, and I'll have to give
> it up. And I'm not sure what I will now do anyway, as
> Barry won't want to look after me."
>
> Sheila laughed even more loudly. "You still don't know
> men very well, do you? Stan and the others will LOVE
> the idea of a pregnant whore, and you'll have men
> lusting over you even more than ever. Come let's go
> tell Stan."
>
> She was right! Stan was delighted. He rubbed my tummy,
> and then slipped my top up above my tits. He rubbed
> them with the comment "these will really look great when
> filled with milk. I look forward to sucking on them
> then!"
>
> Stan, Steve and Louis took me to lunch to celebrate, and
> all three openly felt up my tummy in the restaurant.
> Suddenly, I felt more desirable than ever and began
> looking forward to producing a baby whose father would
> forever by anonymous.
>
> As it happened, Barry had been away all that day at a
> client, so it was only when we reached home that I gave
> him the happy news. Except that he wasn't happy! "It
> can't be true! Or if it is, it just proves you are a
> born slut - I didn't make you a whore - You were unable
> to be fertile without selling yourself to hordes of
> men."
>
> That night he slept on the spare bed in the living room.
> The next morning he told me he had a migraine and that
> he would not be going into work. When I returned that
> evening, he was gone with all his goods. There was a
> brief note saying he was starting a new life and would
> divorce me. But that I could keep everything in the
> flat. I was partly sad, but partly relieved that I was
> truly free to enjoy my new lifestyle as a whore.
>
> I called Stan, and he came over for the night. He
> suggested that I simply move into the company flat.
> From then on, if I did not have a guest to entertain,
> the staff would take turns to sleep with me. I wasn't
> complaining, and nor were they.
>
> As my tummy started to show, Stan insisted that I wore
> crop tops and hipster skirts in the office. He has also
> said that when the baby comes, I can keep her (yes a
> girl, it seems) at the office, and should feed her at my
> front desk. He has also suggested that once a day I
> should suckle one of the staff members for a few
> minutes. In fact, a kink I'm contemplating is to
> continue feeding my baby while a guy fucks me.
>
> The director of the porn movie in which I had starred
> was excited, and planned a whole series of follow-up
> movies with the same characters, in which my pregnancy
> increasingly showed. A grand finale has been arranged
> in which my delivery will be filmed. A trained midwife,
> who has no qualms about the scene, will act as an old
> country midwife, and will deliver my baby in full view
> of the camera, with the other male actors standing
> around. In addition, Stan, Steve and Louis will be
> present, so I won't be lonely.
>
> ************
>
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> Epilogue
>
> As Rita reached the end of her story, she rubbed her
> tummy, and told me: "I've had a great pregnancy. I have
> never felt so good, and people tell me I have never
> looked more glowing. I am born for motherhood and to
> please men! The only problem is that from last week,
> with still two weeks to go, the doctor tells me I should
> abstain from vaginal sex until 6 weeks after the
> delivery. --- How do you feel about some oral sex with a
> pregnant fairy?"
>
> It seemed like a good idea!
>
>
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