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From: Hawaiian Heat <hheat@accessus.net>

Subject: La Puta by Dr. Watson

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La Puta
by Dr Watson

After I watched Jan entertaining the black members of the football team from the school where she taught, she found out that I knew all along about her extra-curricular activities. We actually began to communicate our needs and fantasies better. Her pregnancy and subsequent miscarriage reduced her libido for a while, but she slowly regained her lusty nature. At first, we spent a lot of time sharing our fantasies. It was over a year after that incident that we were able to live out one of her fantasies.

It was May of 1977. I had been working for an oil exploration company for less than a year at the time. My engineering background qualified me for many different jobs. Oil was in a boom at the time and the pay was excellent.

The company I worked for had a contract with the government of a "banana republic" in Central America. The government was only semi-friendly to the U.S. They liked yankee dollars and know-how but didn't like yankees. The contract called for us to supply equipment and processing with data collection to be accomplished by the locals. If they could not find enough locals that knew how to use the equipment, we would supply training in the States for the balance of the crew. The company could only send "inspectors" when needed and no supervisors.

We were about a year into the contract when the data suddenly went sour. The locals had tested all of the equipment and reviewed procedures without finding the problem. So an inspector, yours truly, had to go down to see about the problem.

How long I would be gone was unknown. The company had policies about dependent travel to such places, but Jan had to finish teaching the school year. I hated the idea of a separation that long from Jan knowing her needs, but that's why they paid me the big bucks.

The place I was going to was in the back of beyond. Taxi drivers wanted triple their regular fare to go that far back into the hinterland. It was about a three-hour drive from the airport in the capital. The government had built some temporary shelters for the work crews in a small village near the site. They had built a somewhat better dwelling for the inspector (part of the terms of that contract!). The company had provided the furniture and a water purification system for the "house". Two other inspectors had already made extended stays in the place. They had given me recommendations for things to take with me to improve the comfort of the place. Spirits, I had been told, could be included in the company supplies that would come weekly, so I was all set.

The town was like any other oil boom town with the usual supply of prostitutes who worked out of small rooms or cribs in the back of the town cantina. There were only about four or five of them at any time (some would drift out and others would drift in). The girls had to service a crew of about thirty of the local roughnecks. The previous inspectors had each selected one of the girls to stay with him through an arrangement with Juan, the owner of the cantina who acted more like a booking agent than a whoremaster. Juan would arrange for one of the girls to spend weekday nights with the inspector or other VIP in residence as the roughnecks got paid on Fridays. The oilfield workers would spend most of their salary in Juan's cantina on the weekends on girls and booze. The arrangement with Juan didn't take the girls completely out of servicing the crew, but it did lessen the time that they had to spend in the cantina.

When I arrived, the girls were immediately competing for my attention. I was under no illusions that it was my rugged good looks that attracted them, but the prospect of staying in the big house. It was the flush toilet and ample food that attracted them. I wasn't afraid of disease (this was pre-AIDS remember) as the company doctor had given me a medicine cabinet full of drugs for whatever might come up. Also, the weekly supplies included Penicillin tablets along with my usual liter of Laphroaig (makes Glenlivit taste like rotgut and brought over by our British subsidiary).

Yes, of course I sampled the girls' talents. I decided to try them out one by one, they would stay with me from Sunday night to Thursday night. They worked the brothel on Friday and Saturday nights. Despite all of this diversion, my mind was on Jan. An idea was forming in my brain. An idea that would fit Jan's needs and our fantasies perfectly. She had always had a whore fantasy. The situation was ideal. She could be safely anonymous and at the end of my tour or the end of summer, just walk away with no one the wiser.

By the second week it was obvious that it was going to be an extended stay. There would be ample time to bring Jan down for a visit. On a trip back to the Capital to report on the progress on the job. I picked up some clothes like the native women wore. They were your usual white blouse and dark skirt. I wrote Jan a letter and sent her the clothes.

It was approaching Summer so Jan and our daughter would be out of school. Our daughter normally spent part of the summer with Jan's parents in another state so things would work out just about right. In the letter, I had written I told her, to fly down like normal and change her currency at the airport. She was then to take a taxi to a particular cantina that I knew about in the capital city. There she could to go into the ladies room and change into the clothes I had sent her. She could catch another taxi the rest of the way. He would probably want half the fare in advance to bring her. Actually, she was to have the taxi drop her off about three miles from town where the roads diverged. When she got here, she would have to act like one of the town prostitutes. It would not be unexpected for her to make a call on the big house, so she could come to the me first. I had sent home enough pictures of the place that she would have no trouble finding it. She was to bring nothing b ut the clothes as all else would have to be provided locally.

Jan had majored in Romance Languages and could speak Spanish like a native. She hade a good ear for languages and could pick up the local dialect in just the few hours drive from the city. Also she is one-quarter American Indian which lets her turn a very beautiful brown when tanned. I felt she could pull the deception off and we would have a great summer together.

I knew the PanAm's schedules by heart and how long it should take her to get out to the village. She should have been in town in mid-afternoon, but it was almost dusk before I saw her walking into town. I had sent the cook away earlier in the day so that there would not be anyone around to disturb our reunion. She came up to the house and stood with her hand resting on her hip in the style of a working girl making a display. She had dyed her brown hair jet black. The tropical heat had caused her to work up a sweat on her walk from the road and the white blouse clung almost transparently to her breasts (the natives didn't wear underwear). I shouted for her to come on inside in my broken Spanish.

Once inside, I hugged and kissed her. With one hand holding her tightly to me, I felt under her skirt with my other hand. I found her panties soaked.

"I can see you are as excited as I am about your being here," I said.

"Yes, but that is not where all of that came from. The driver wanted a tip for his trouble too," she said with a lascivious grin. "Actually, he wanted two tips, one before driving out here and the other about three miles down the road."

"You haven't been a whore but three hours and already you've been fucked twice," I said.

"I guess your right. I wasn't a whore yet when I inducted that guy on the plane into the mile-high club," she answered.

"By the way, women don't wear panties down here. They're too poor and its way too hot," I said.

I couldn't believe it. She had screwed two men just on the trip down here. I shouldn't have been surprised, this was my wife who had been the gangbang queen at her college. Two men in less than ten hours was certainly no record for her. While my mind was grasping this concept, I heard a faint knock at the door. It was one of the girls, Rosita, who wanted to see if I was going to change bed partners again. If so, she wanted to present her resume. She was startled to see that a strange woman had gotten there first. I immediately saw one thing that might give away the game we were playing. At five foot eleven inches, Jan stood almost a full head taller than the girl in the doorway. The girl was almost shocked to see a woman so tall. Actually, Jan was taller than most of the men in town.

I told her that I had already made my choice, but thanks anyway. She asked if I was sure I didn't want something a little younger (and tighter?) while baring her small breasts. The lolita crowd would have loved her, but I had other plans.

After she left, I turned back to Jan who was smiling at me. I saw another thing that might trip her up. Her teeth were nearly perfect. None of the peasants here had perfect teeth. I cautioned her about smiling so much. Also she had to suppress her feminist ways and learn to be servile. She was a peasant and more, a whore, which put her on the lowest rung in this society.

"If we are going to act out this little whore fantasy of your's, you are going to have to submit to the demands of any number of men," I said. "Men of all ages, sizes and state of hygiene. If you are staying, I have to treat you like any of the other girls." Even if that meant turning her into the hands of strangers for their rough use, Though I had explained all of this to her in my letter, now that she was here, any second thoughts had to be dealt with.

"I think I can manage it," she said. "I got some pretty rough treatment at those frat parties too, remember. Sometimes it can be fun."

"Well I hope so," I said. "Just remember this is your fantasy. Trying to do it at a truck-stop in the States was too dangerous, too much chance of legal entanglements." We had a joint fantasy of going to a nearby town on one of the main Interstate highways. There was a truck-stop there that was infamous for the highway honeys that serviced the truckers. Jan felt that she could get enough cock in a weekend at the truckstop to keep her satisfied her ~~ for a few weeks.

"What about down here," she asked.

"Down here it's legal," I said. "The worst that could happen is if they think you aren't what you say you are. Even then the only thing they will do is deport you."

"The only thing I am worried about is if I have to do something with one of the other girls around," she said.

"Oh you can count on that dear," I said. "You may even be expected to do a scene with one of the other girls. Do you think you could give a girl head?"

"I don't know. The whole idea just makes my skin crawl," she said with a shiver.

"You had better start getting used to the idea if you want to go through with the rest of your fantasy," I said.

"Why are you letting me do this?" she asked.

"I think it is an expression of love to for one partner to help the other live out their dreams and fantasies," I replied.

"Well, this certainly is a big one for me," she said.

I helped her get her clothes off of her and moved her to the bed. I looked down on her body and admired her tan. I also admired her close cropped pussy hair.

"Great tan," I said.

"I started working on it the moment you mentioned the possibility of coming down here," she said. "I think I increased the binocular trade at the neighborhood stores too."

"I'm sure you did your best to give them a good show," I replied.

"You bet I did," she replied.

"I see you also had shaved your pussy," I noted.

"After you said it had to be an all over tan, what else could I do?" she asked. "Tanning between the ass cheeks was the real bitch."

I started to climb between her legs to fuck her pussy when she stopped me. "Not that way dear," she said. "Fuck me in the ass ~~ please. I need to have my asshole re-opened before all of those other men put their nasty little things in little ol' me." This last little bit was only to excite me, but I was only too happy to oblige.

I locked her passport in my safe and put her traveling clothes in the back of my closet. After we talked, we spent a wonderful night. We stayed in bed until late in the morning. When we finally got up, I had to shoo her out as I did the other girls.

"Enjoy yourself," I said. "Oh, by the way, the beer is safe, but the whisky is lethal. Most of it is local product and has a higher lead content than they allow in gasoline."

I introduced her to Juan who ran the cantina/bordello.

We said her name was Consuela. It is where she would have to work when not employed at the company house. I arranged with Juan for her to be my bedmate this week. (Strange feeling having to pay directly for sex with you own wife.) Also, it was Juan who would have to assist in getting her papers.

Up in the remote mountains, it wasn't unusual for someone not to have identity papers. No one was quite sure which villages were in what country in that area. Three countries came together in the mountains and the borders were fuzzy. Captain Ramone of the district police was due by in a couple of days and could be persuaded to give her a set of papers when he collected his usual license fee from Juan (partially paid by one of the girls on her back of course). She would help clean up the place during the day and come back to me before dinner. It was unlikely that the bar would have many customers during the day. The roughnecks were paid on Fridays, spent like sailors on leave over the weekend and were broke the days in between.

All day I was having trouble concentrating on my job. I was thinking about Jan's being there and the fun we would have with this escapade. I had a continuous boner all day thinking about her until I got back to my quarters that evening. She was waiting on the porch for me. She looked happy and bubbling over to tell me about her day. I had to remind her to act servile even around me when we were in public. She calmed down and we went into the house. She headed to the bathroom quickly.

She had to remain in character when the local woman that cooked for me came by to prepare dinner. The loathing that the cook felt for Jan was very evident. Decent women in the town felt that way about all of the whores, but Jan was a stranger too, so that made her doubly damned in their eyes. When the old woman finally left, we were able to sit down to eat and let Jan catch me up on the day's events.

I was right that there would not be much activity in the bar today. They only had one customer who was passing through and stopped for a bite of lunch and a beer. Juan, however, insisted on auditioning her for a spot in his establishment. She passed with full marks. The other girls kept their distance from her and even showed a definite dislike for her. I am sure she looked like a giant or a freak to them, owing to her size. Her only real problem had been the toilet. There was just one for men and women and it was little more than a trench. She had managed to last until evening, but did not want to think too much about it.

That night, again, we fucked like rabbits. I told her that when the week-end came, I would have to select another girl, Rosita this time, to stay in character. That meant she would have to hustle drinks for the patrons of the establishment and take her place in the backroom cribs. She knew that and was looking forward to it.

The next day was a repeat of the first with Juan wanting to verify her talents. All he wanted was a straight fuck. For a whore-monger, he had very little imagination when it came to sex.

On Wednesday morning, Captain Ramone came through town with his driver. He came to the job site first so I knew he was in town. I was very nervous about this part of the plan. If the good Captain couldn't be persuaded to give her papers, she could be arrested. The arrest wouldn't stick as we would produce her passport, but the fun would be over. You can imagine my relief when I saw her on my porch that evening. She was having a hard time containing herself until after the cook left.

The day had started like the others, but with Captain Ramone arriving in time for lunch. He sat at one of the tables while the girls served him. One of the girls took some food out to the driver who could not to leave the Jeep. After lunch, Jan was taken into one of the backrooms for Ramone to question. He had spotted her fine teeth and good health and was not buying the poor peasant girl routine. She had to improvise from what she knew of the culture. She tearfully told him that she had been the wife of a rich industrialist in a neighboring country. She had been caught in adultery and thrown out by him. Not just adultery, but fucking a black man from Jamaica who worked for her husband. She had to leave her town and spent the last two months going from town to town without papers. She had been afraid of being found by the police, but had been assured by these people here that it would be no problem to get her papers to work as a prostitute.

He looked at her or a long time. He then told her to undress so he could examine her to be sure she was not carrying any diseases for her license as a prostitute. She stripped off her blouse and skirt. He had her get up on a table and proceeded to give her a very thorough, but professional examine including drawing blood for analysis. When he had completed the examine, he called Juan in. He told Juan to get his kit. Juan disappeared and came back a few minutes with what looked to be a tool box. Captain Ramone looked at her very seriously and asked her if it was her desire to become a licensed prostitute in that country. He informed her that all prostitutes were required to wear a mark of their profession so that they could never again masquerade as honest women. The mark was a tatoo of a P (for Puta, whore) on the inside of her left thigh just below her pussy. Knowing this, did she still want to go through with it. Jan took a deep breath and answered yes. Juan got out his t ools and proceeded to tatoo a roman 'P' in black ink on her inner thigh.

While Juan was doing this, Captain Ramone stepped out to his car and brought in his brief case. He asked her questions while filling out some forms as the tattooing was proceeding. The questions helped her focus on something other than the pain of the needle. When he had finished filling out the forms, he had her sign two different forms. One was her identity papers listing her occupation as prostitute and the other was her license. With the tatoo complete he had her, still naked, stand up against the wall. He took out a Polaroid camera from his case and took her picture. He had her turn sideways for another picture. Her back and other side were also photographed. He then had her sit on the table and spread her legs to show her new tatoo. He took a photograph that showed her face and the tattoo at the same time.

When all of the formality was over, he dropped his official posture and told her to lie down on the cot in the corner. He began undressing. In deference to her new tatoo, he had her get on her hands and knees and fucked her doggy style to avoid rubbing the fresh tatoo. He was rough, but not cruel in his treatment of her. He held on to her breasts and squeezed them tightly while pounding into her cunt. The situation more than the technique set off her orgasms. He was affected by her reactions and came quickly. He dressed almost as quickly while telling her that the forms and the pictures would be part of her permanent dossier. Her photos could be used to identify her if she committed any offence against the state. She would have to submit to quarterly health examines to keep her license and did she have any questions. She didn't and he left. Before she could get dressed, Juan was in for his daily bump.

When she returned to the main room, the other girls seemed to be smirking at her. They had of course listened in through the flimsy walls and heard the interrogation. They knew her now and she had her status. They could feel superior to her because though they were prostitutes, they were born to it and had known no other existence. She was an adulteress and in their eyes deserved her fate. The girls had a pecking order, from Maria, the oldest and toughest, to Rosita the youngest. Now Jan would have to take her place as the lowest girl.

She couldn't wait to show me her new tattoo. She did indeed have a black letter P on the inside of her thigh. It was meant to identify her, to any man who saw it, as a whore.

"How do you feel about being branded a whore?" I asked her.

"I always have been a slut, the mark is just more visible now," she answered. "How do you feel about being married to a branded whore?"

"I knew you were a slut from the first night I met you.

You were and still are the most exciting woman I have ever met. I knew I was marrying Rangy Lil," I said. "I always have liked examining your body for the little marks made on you by the other men you were with. This is just a more permanent sign of your being available for other men to use."

"It's funny you should say that," she said. "I had always gotten a secret thrill out of those marks too. Sometimes I would ask a lover to bite my tits or neck hard enough to leave a mark. I would feel guilty and try to hide them from you, but I looked at them in the mirror, remembered how I got them and my pussy would get wet."

I couldn't take much more of this kind of stimulation so, I grabbed her legs, turned her over and mounted her from behind to avoid rubbing her new adornment. When we had finished, I got some ointment out of my medicine cabinet and put it on her fresh tattoo.

Thursday, was the same with Jan waiting when I got back.

Juan was still fucking her every morning and the other girls were shunning her the rest of the time. There hadn't been any customers in the cantina all day. Other than clean their clothes and bed sheets, there was little for them to do around the cantina. Some of the women helped each other out with their hair or makeup. No one offered to help Jan. She couldn't even go shopping in the village market, as she had not yet been paid by Juan for her services to me.

I kissed her goodbye Friday morning. We both knew that if this little ruse was to work, we wouldn't have much time for contact during the next week. She would have to act the whore for any number of men during that time. I would have to just wait out the time with my own images of what she was doing. It stimulated us both, but we did arrange a private signal in case she couldn't handle the situation.

Friday night, I went to the cantina. This was part of my regular routine and it would allow me to see how Jan was doing in her full role as a prostitute.

I went in and sat at my usual table. It was near the bar, but on the wall where I had a commanding view of the whole room. I looked around as casually as I could and couldn't see Jan. The bar had the regular crowd of roughnecks drinking their local product tequila or cervesa. If the images in your mind of this place are Humphrey Bogart in a dinner jacket, get over it.

It was the first time I ever took a close look at the men that would soon be paying money to fuck my wife. Rough was an appropriate moniker for them. Most showed the signs of their profession, such as visible scars or missing fingers as a result of working around all the heavy equipment and cables. Several had visible tatoos on their arms or visible through the open shirts many of them wore. The tatoos ranged from elaborate professional jobs to the ones they might have gotten in prison with crude instruments. It was several minutes before I saw one of the workers emerging from the back rooms. Jan came out a few minutes later. She was smiling as she headed for what passed as the restroom to clean up.

Some minutes later she came out and headed for the bar.

The girls when not occupied in the back rooms, gathered at one end of the bar. Jan stood some distance away from them. Clearly, she was not yet accepted by them.

From time to time one of the men would go over to chat Jan up. The jealousy in the eyes of the other whores was very apparent. Some of the men were bold enough to want to see if her boobs were real. She would embrace the fellow and allow his hands to judge their authenticity. Just watching the action was getting me excited. Finally, one of them wasn't just window shopping and he lead her into a back room. I tried to control my breathing as they walked off.

While they were in the back, Captain Ramone came in. He was on his weekend rounds and decided to stop by for a glass of beer. I waved to him.. He came over and sat at my table. I looked forward to these little chances to chat with the good Captain. Not to be too much of a snob, he was one of the few truly educated people I had met on this trip and I welcomed his conversation.

"Buenos noches, senor," he said.

"Buenos noches, Captain," I answered.

The Captain looked around expectantly. Clearly disappointed he settled back into his chair.

"Have you seen that new girl tonight?" he asked.

"Yes, I believe she is with a client," I answered trying to keep my voice steady.

"She is a real woman that one and so knowledgeable," he said. "You know that already, but then that is always the way it is with the wives of the rich."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"When you are wealthy, you can afford to marry a woman for her sexual abilities rather than how well she can cook," he said looking at me. "Yes, the wealthy have many advantages."

We made small talk about the weather and how the job was progressing until Jan returned to the bar. Captain Ramone decided to renew his acquaintance. He stood talking to her and I could see one of his hands was rubbing her side and down to the side of her ass. I was enjoying how freely the men were with feeling up Jan's body. Soon Ramone came back to the table.

"Can you believe the maracas on that one. You can see her nipples straining at the blouse," he enthused.

"One thing I have never understood is your tolerance for prostitution in your country," I said.

"We have a very enlightened regime," he answered.

"Prostitution is recognized as being inevitable. What we prefer to devote our resources to is controlling the evils that often accompany it. We attempt to control disease and prevent white-slavery; my country outlawed all forms of slavery before your Lincoln even entered politics. The girls here are free agents and cannot be restrained by pimps as they are in your country."

While we were talking, several of the men moved over to chat Jan up and to look down her cleavage or at her nipples close-up through the thin fabric of the peasant blouse. When one particular man approached, Maria went berserk and attacked Jan. For a few moments, they were pulling hair and scratching, I started to get up, but Ramone caught my arm.

"It's best to let the sluts settle it for themselves," he said.

I sat back down because anything else would have been out of character. I just hoped that Jan didn't get hurt. I was still prepared to jump in if knives or other weapons came out.

The fighting continued to the encouraging calls of the men in the room. Out of the corner of my eye, I could even see bets being made on the outcome. Though Jan was physically larger than Maria, she did not have the experience of fighting that the smaller girl had. Maria soon had the better of her. Once she got my wife in a choke hold, it was all over. Jan quickly begged for peace. Maria released her hold on her neck, but grabbed a firm hold on her hair.

Maria pulled Jan by her hair, her clothes askew and one breast hanging out, to one of the tables. She forced her to her knees beside it. Maria sat on the table and pulled up her skirt. She forced Jan's head between her legs. She was the victor and meant to humiliate the vanquished. Jan was obviously reluctant to eat out the well used cunt of the other whore. Maria tightened her grip on her hair and Jan was forced to comply with her wishes. They had gathered a crowd by now to see the new girl lick Maria's pussy. I could not see the action from my table because of the crowd, but I could tell from the approving nods and laughs of the men watching that Jan was doing what was required of her.

I knew that my wife didn't want to be sexually involved with other women, but I also knew that she was an exhibitionist and would get off on the action. It continued for some time. I don't know if Maria got off or not. She finally had enough and released Jan pushing her away. Jan staggered into the bathroom without even bothering to cover her exposed breast.

Some minutes later, she returned to stand again at the bar. She was only there for a moment before one of the men approached her and they were off to the backrooms. She would no sooner get back to the bar some twenty to thirty minutes later than another man would accompany her to a private room. I counted eight men within the next three hours. Each time she came out, she would try to look at me discreetly and smile.

She was with a client when the Captain got up to leave.

As it was almost 11:00 P.M., I walked with him out to his waiting car. We exchanged a few comments about the future of the region and I started toward my accommodations while he drove off. My mind was racing with the images of my wife serving as a cheap whore in that seedy bar. Those images kept me hard most of the night.

Saturday morning, the whores all got a bath. The decent towns folks went to the river, but they wouldn't allow the women of the brothel to contaminate their bathing area. So the girls had to use the workers' showers.

The workers had a row of open air showers near the barracks that were inclosed only by waist high walls. Adequate for the men, but not intended for women. Water was heated in big wood fired heaters. The guys manning the boilers had a perfect vantage point for watching the girls bathe. As it was, the whole crew turned out each week to see the whores parade through the make shift shower. The girls had no place to put their clothes inside the shower, so they were forced to undress outside. This was the high point in many of the men's week. A time when they got a show from the whores for free.

At 10:00 AM sharp, the girls came for their bath. They walked in a lose file that showed the pecking order most clearly. Maria and Carmen in the lead with Rosita and Jan bringing up the rear. When they reached the showers, Maria shouted up to the workers on the boiler to make sure that the water was hot. The girls began undressing to the cat calls and whistles of the workers standing some distance away. I could even catch glimpses of some of the local young boys peeking and giggling at what they saw. Jan's nipples stood out betraying her excitement at the little public show she put on.

My camera and I had become something of a fixture around the village, so no one took a second glance at me taking pictures of the girls showering. What they might not have noticed was that I tried to get some of the watchers in each of the photos. I have always enjoyed taking pictures of nude women. I found out that it was an even bigger thrill taking pictures of women nude in public. Pictures of women showing themselves to a group of men, say in a nude bar, excite me more than pictures of the same women posed in a studio.

The girls were soaping up with Carmen helping Maria and Rosita helping Inez. Jan was left to fend for herself. The girls washed most of themselves without regard for the watching men. For modesty's sake though, they crouched down to wash there private parts except Jan. Jan brazenly used the soap liberally on her pussy and seemed to relish rubbing her cunt in front of the men. The effect was not lost on the assemblage.

The girls finished their showers and dressed all under the watchful eyes of the roughnecks. When they were dressed, they walked slowly back to the cantina in the same order they had come.

Saturday night, the cantina was standing room only. Word of the brazen new girl and the cat fight had gotten out to neighboring work camps. There were thirty to forty men in a bar that was meant to handle half that many. If Juan hadn't reserved a table for me, I wouldn't have had a place to sit. There was only one other unoccupied table and it was up by the bar. As I looked at the crowd, I began to worry about Jan's ability to take on this many men. She had told me that she one time took on thirty men over a weekend in a frat house in college, but here she might have to take on that many or more in just one night.

There was a great deal of excitement going through the crowd. Juan had announced that tonight, some of the girls were going to put on an exhibition. This was done in these places occasionally. He evidently reasoned that if last night's accidental exhibition had drawn in nearly three times the number of customers that he normally had, he could keep attendance up with a floor show.

Captain Ramone showed up too. He was of course welcome to sit at my table. When the project supervisor, a man I rarely saw in here, came in, I invited him over too. We sat and talked about our jobs and tried to stay occupied until the show started.

When the mood seemed right, Juan gave a sign. In came Maria leading a Jan by a leash fastened to a collar around her neck. Jan's hands were tied in front of her and she was wearing only her sandals and the collar. Carmen followed them in. They led Jan to the table by the bar. The men shuffled around to get better vantage points.

Jan was made to lay across the table on her stomach. I knew what was going to happen as I had seen this before at the party Butch gave for the members of the football team. That also told me this was Jan's idea so I could relax. They weren't making her do something against her will, but something she planned herself.

Maria and Carmen stripped off their blouses to the encouragement of the men. When the shouts had died down, they took off their skirts. The crowd's tone changed when they saw that the girls were wearing strap-on dildos. What had been good natured cheers turned into a lecherous roar at the sight. The audience now knew what was up. Carmen was wearing one that was both long and thick, while Maria's was shorter and thin.

They both turned so that Jan could see what was in store for her. Jan's eyes got very wide. Carmen moved to between her legs. Maria, still holding the leash, pulled her head up. Jan acted as if she wanted to resist taking the dildo in her mouth, but could not keep her mouth closed when Carmen jammed the one she was wearing into her cunt. Maria used the opportunity to shove her's into Jan's mouth. She stuck it in so far, that Jan almost choked. Meanwhile, Carmen was working her's deeper into Jan's cunt. After a few strokes, she was able to insert the entire length of the 10" rubber cock into Jan's pussy. Maria was showing her enjoyment in holding Jan's head and fucking her mouth.

They kept this up for maybe four minutes. Jan kept looking in my direction. Her eyes didn't betray any real discomfort with what was happening. Then Maria abruptly pulled out of her mouth and Carmen withdrew from her pussy. They stood her up on wobbly legs. Carmen laid down on the table with her legs toward the audience. Maria grabbed Jan's collar and pulled her up on top of Carmen. She made Jan sit on Carmen's false dick. Slowly Jan impaled herself on the rubber contraption. When she had it fully in her, Maria pushed her down flat on top of Carmen. Jan's tits were practically hanging in the mouth of the smaller woman. While sucking on one of Jan's tits, Carmen wrapped her arms around her and held her down while Maria moved behind her and began working her dildo into Jan's asshole. Jan gritted her teeth and shook as the hard object invaded her sphincter. She began to relax and closed her eyes as Maria started fucking her in earnest. From our place in front, we could easily see the dildos going in and out of Jan's holes. We watched the objects ravishing her separated by only a thin glistening strip of flesh between her cunt and asshole. I wished that I could see the look on her face as I was sure she was having a good time.

The thought of this scene from Butch's party being repeated here made me wonder why Jan had picked it. Then it hit me. Maria just thought she was getting a chance to humiliate her rival, she was actually playing into Jan's hands. Jan was showing off what she could take and encouraging the men present to try some of what they saw here. She was showing them that she could take them in any number and in any hole. It was her favorite game and she wanted to play it here.

The whores continued to fuck Jan for about five minutes with their fake dicks and they stopped. All three were covered with sweat as Maria got off of Jan. Jan lay there limp on top of Carmen her ass hole still wide open. Maria moved to help her get up off of Carmen. Jan stood, supported by Maria, on wobbly legs as Carmen stood to acknowledge their ovation. Maria and Carmen were smiling but Jan had a glazed look on her face following her display. As the applause died down, the girls helped Jan into the backroom.

Maria and Carmen quickly returned to the bar, but it was some minutes before Jan returned. She still looked unsteady on her feet, but she was smiling again. No sooner was she at the bar than she was approached by one of the men. Their negotiation was over quickly and they headed for a backroom. I knew she must be in seventh heaven from all of the male attention she was getting. When she and her client returned later, she was proposition by three men at once. The men were already feeling her up and had her tits uncovered as they took her to the booths. From then on until I went back to the company house, she wasn't in the bar more than a few minutes before a group of men in twos, threes and fours were leading her to the backrooms.

Sunday morning I got up and dressed in time for Mass. I am not Catholic my self, in fact, I am a devout member of the Church of the Inner-Spring (as in mattress, we sleep late on Sundays), but everybody here goes to Mass. If I didn't show up, it would be noticed and might cause some animosity. I had a talk with the priest when I arrived. He said he hoped I would come to Mass. I told him that since I wasn't Catholic, I didn't feel it would be proper for me to take part in Communion. He agreed.

I took my place near the rest of the parishioners from the town. The girls from the cantina were in their place at the back in the "Magdalene row". Even here in church, the girls were ostracized by the town's people. I didn't see Jan among them. A few minutes later, I saw her coming out of the Confessional ~~ the last to be confessed. I secretly wondered what she would be able to confess.

When the Mass was over, Jan and her colleagues were the last to leave. I watched as they headed back to the cantina. Rosita would be coming to my bed that night and every other night that week. When she came, it was all I could do not to ask about Jan. I had to practice great restraint not to show greater interest in Jan, but even as I was fucking the diminutive Rosita, I imagined my wife fucking that long line of men in the bar.

As it was not my normal routine to go to the cantina except on weekends, I had little contact with Jan that week. It seemed like forever, but eventually it was Friday night again and I was at my table. Though not as crowded as last Saturday night, it was none the less crowded for a Friday night and more men arrived each hour as the evening wore on.

During the early evening I watched as Jan made three trips to the back rooms with two or more men each trip. As it got later and even more men wanted to have a chance at Jan, the numbers of men each trip began climbing. It became a game for the men. When Jan could take on three men in the space of half of an hour and look none the worse for the wear, it was a challenge to the men and they started taking her on in numbers four to six at a time. It took longer for her to return to the bar, but her smile indicated she was having a very good time.

I had to get up early the next morning so I left the bar a little after 10:00PM. Jan had just left with yet another group. She would probably be up most of the night satisfying the oil field workers.

Saturday morning I had to go into the capital to pick up some equipment the company had shipped that I thought might fix our problem. I was not able to watch the girls bathe that morning, but I was back at my table in the evening.

I was at my table at seven that evening. I got to watch Jan go off with three customers before eight. Two as singles and one pair of men.

Everyone was watching expectantly for what would happen next. Jan had not come back out after her last customer some twenty minutes ago. The crowd was anticipating that she would be part of whatever show was again going to be put on that night.

Soon, two of the girls left the bar and went in to the back area without customers. A few minutes later they returned leading a man who looked to be about six foot six and weighed at least 300 pounds. His facial features and simple expression betrayed the fact that he must be the village idiot. His face showed some fear of the gathered crowd. The girls managed to get him to sit down on the table by the bar. They stayed close to him to keep him from bolting out the door, but not too close as they could barely contain their disgust for him. The Captain told me his name was Jorge and that he was from a neighboring village where he had to be kept locked-up in a barn with the other animals as he put it.

As the expectation rose, Jan came out came out. I could see that Jorge relaxed as Jan approached him. Evidently, he already knew her well enough that her appearance relieved his fears.

She began to sway in front of him in a music-less dance.

Leaning over, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. Backing away slightly, she pulled her blouse up and released her tits. He reached out for her. She let him suck on one of her tits while she started undoing his shirt. When it was unbuttoned, she moved his head gently away from her breast and pulled his shirt off. Dropping to her knees, she untied the rope holding his pants up and started pulling them down. As she pulled them past his crotch, the start of his dick could be seen. There seemed to be no end to it as his pants continued down his legs. Finally, it sprang into full view. It must have been over twelve inches long, but more remarkable was it was at least three inches in diameter ~~ about the size of a salami.

Jan paused at its appearance. She turned her head around and gave the audience a shocked look, which gave the men a good laugh, before going back to the job of removing his pants. When she had them off of his legs, she turned her attention back to his enormous cock. Taking it in her hands, she made it clear that her hands weren't large enough together to go around it. The uncircumcised head of his prick was a knot the size of my fist with the foreskin gathered like a turkey's wattle around his piss hole. This she attacked with her tongue. Then, pulling the foreskin back to expose the pink head of his penis, she put as much of the head in her mouth as she could, which wasn't half of it. She licked all around the head and stopped to lick the under side. It was having its effect on Jorge. His cock looked like it got even bigger.

Jan stopped licking and stood up. She looked over her shoulder at the gathered men and winked while pushing her skirt down off of her hips. She posed there nude for a few seconds and then straddled Jorge's legs with her back to the men as she climbed onto the table. Raising up, she put the head of his penis against her opening. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the waiting dick. You could tell that everyone was holding their breath as she impaled herself on his pole. She paused every few inches and raised up before continuing to move down. It took some minutes, but she finally had the entire length of his dick buried ball deep in her cunt.

When she felt she had settled well onto his prick, she began moving up and down pistoning the shaft deep inside her. I noticed around me that money was changing hands over some of the tables. There must have been a few wagers on whether she could take all of it up her cunt. I had had no doubts. When she was having her secret affairs, one of her black lovers bought her a dildo about that size. He enjoyed watching her take it to the base. When it was in place, he would fuck her in the ass. He said it made her ass even tighter for him. She has used it several times since then for my entertainment ~~ and her's.

She soon had a good rhythm going and he was holding her ass cheeks in his massive hands. His mouth was fastened to one of her tits as though he was desperate for it. After some minutes, Jan whispered something into his ear and stopped her up and down movement easing herself balls deep onto his prick.

He wrapped his arms around her back and stood up keeping her on the spike of his cock. She wrapped her dancer's legs around him. He proceeded to walk among the tables as Jan gave him instructions. They paused at each table to allow the men seated there to get a closer look at her pussy enclosing the monstrous phallus. When she stopped at our table, the Captain reached over and spread her ass cheeks to get a look at her stretched asshole.

When they had made a complete circuit of the room, Jorge laid her on the table and proceeded to fuck her while he was standing up. He would withdraw about six or seven inches and jammed back into her on each thrust. The table shook each time he did this and her tits jiggled wildly. Jan had an expression of apprehension on her face as though she expected to be hurt by his pounding. It didn't take long for him to begin showing signs of an approaching climax. The moment that he started to cum in her cunt, Jan quickly used her legs to push off of him and grabbed his spurting dick as it splattered her stomach and breasts to bring it to her mouth. It spurted once more on her face before she got her mouth on the head of his penis. She pumped furiously on his shaft to milk as much semen out of his balls as she could. A little dribbled out of the corner of her mouth (I think for dramatic effect) as she sucked him. When she had finished, she turned her face toward the audience, smiled and made a big production out of swallowing. There are several seconds of quiet before the crowd erupted with applause, cat calls and hooting; they were breathing again.

Two of the girls helped Jorge into the back room while Jan scooped up their clothes. She made a big production of bending over with her round ass toward the men in the bar. When she was fully bent over her open cunt was clearly in view. It had not yet closed from the reaming it had just received. This started another round of noise from the men. Still bent over, Jan looked back and smiled.

The girls returned to the bar, but Jan did not come back for some time. Some of the men got tired of waiting for her and started pairing off with the other girls. When she had not returned to the bar by 9:30, some of the men from other sites began to leave. It was almost 10:00 PM before Jan came back out. She was mobbed by men who wanted her. Juan had to step in to negotiate a price and an order. She left with three men. In twenty minutes those three came out and another three went in. That night they were going for volume. I got up to leave around 10:45 PM after her third group had gone back.

Before I left, I told Juan that I wanted Jan to stay with me this coming week. He looked disappointed, but agreed. Being the good Whoremaster that he was though, he insisted on an increased price. I said that was fine, chuckling to myself that Jan would enjoy the fact that she was now commanding a premium price.

I was feeling the frustration of having witnessed my wife working as a whore that week without being able to talk to her for more than a few seconds in passing. My mind was on the coming evening and the week ahead that I would have her in my bed again. I knew that I would see her again in a few hours and that she would have much to tell me about her week in a bordello.

I saw her again that morning in church. She looked so angelic setting there in her black mantilla. Who would have believed that this woman had taken on the roughnecks of at least four drilling crews over the past two weeks. She must have had enough pipe laid in her to have struck oil by now.

I was restless all afternoon. I had to go for a long walk just to keep myself occupied until she came to me. As usual, I shooed the cook out early. When the sun was getting low over the hills, I saw her walking down the main road from the town square. I met her at the door. She came through the door with her head down in proper subservient form. That changed as soon as I got the door closed. She was all over me hugging me while kissing me frantically.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said in a rush.

"This has been the most wonderful vacation I have ever had.

I can't believe how much fun I've had."

"Slow down," I said. "I want to hear everything."

"I hardly know where to begin, but first, I need a bath," she said.

When she finished her bath, we lay down on the bed and settled into each others' arms.

"Start from week ago Friday after you left here," I suggested.

"Yes, Friday went like the other days that week with Juan wanting to fuck me first thing when I got back there," she said. "The first customers didn't show up until almost seven that evening. It was such a thrill asking that first one for money. I had just finished up with him and returned to the bar when I saw you."

"So that was you very first customer I saw coming out?" I asked.

"My very first," she announced, "but not my last."

"Yes, I noticed," I said. "I also noticed that a great deal of window shopping went on that first night. It reminded me of the shoppers squeezing the melons at the store."

"Well, like the melons," she said, "I was for sale. Why shouldn't they check out the merchandise before they buy? That's why we girls are there."

"And such lovely, soft merchandise too," I said as I caressed her breasts.

She pulled me tighter to her. "Don't be gentle with me.

Fuck me, fuck me like the whore I am," she said.

With encouragement like that, what was a fellow to do.

I pushed her down tho her knees where she attacked my zipper. No sooner was my dick out of my pants than it was in her mouth. I could hear the noises as she greedily sucked. Pure and simple the woman loved cock ~~ all shapes, sizes and colors. That's not quite true. Her southern upbringing made her get a greater thrill in doing it with blacks or other dark skinned men.

After a few minutes of her sucking on my prick, I pulled her up, turned her around and pushed her onto the bed on her hands and knees. I moved up behind her and through her skirt up to uncover her ass. Dropping my pants, I rammed into her already wet cunt. I used my left hand to push her head down into the bed clothes to balance myself. looking down, I saw her well used asshole. I inserted the thumb of my right hand in her open hole and held her ass cheeks in my open hand so that she could not move as I pistoned away in her cunt. I came off quickly. When I recovered, I carefully rolled the two of us over so that I would stay inside of her.

"It's still not the same," she said with some disappointment.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When we have sex, you make love to me," she said. "When I am with other men, they use me to satisfy their lusts. I don't know how to explain the difference, but I get a thrill from being a whore for them to do with as they wish. Also, it frees me from worrying about my partners pleasure and concentrate on my own. Do you see what I mean?"

"I know what you mean, I have had similar experiences," I said. "It's funny that we have to seek sex with others because we love each other too much to treat the other as just a sex object."

I held her close as both of our breathing returned to normal. I moved my dick inside her every few minutes to help maintain my erection while she told me of her week as a whore.

She told me how the girls despised her from the moment she showed up. Little Rosita had already told them she was coming and had given a very unflattering description of her to the other girls. Her height made her a freak to them.

The women were particularly jealous when she started getting all the attention the first night. When one of Maria's "regulars" was interested in her Maria had all she was going to take. That was what led to the fight I had witnessed.

The fight was real. Maria would have liked nothing better than to scratch her eyes out. It seems that it is quite common in fights among whores for one to disfigure the other to reduce their ability to attract patrons. It was only the ease with which Maria had gotten the upper hand that convinced her that Jan could be dominated.

"I was ready to do whatever she wanted," Jan said. "I couldn't believe it when she wanted me to lick her filthy snatch."

"I remember when you had told me that you couldn't do anything with a woman," I said.

"I didn't want to, but she didn't give me much choice did she," Jan answered. "The hardest part was trying to hold my breath while down there. The taste was about like some of those uncircumcised guys that don't wash themselves very often."

"You did seem to head to the washroom pretty fast," I said.

"I had to wash my face and try to get rid of the smell and a drink at the bar to get rid of the taste," she said. "It did seem to make me more popular. Juan wanted something special the next night. Maria wanted me to eat her out again, but I suggested the dildo scene."

"Where did those strap-ons come from?" I asked.

"Juan keeps them around for clients that want a whore to fuck them," she said.

"Some of these roughnecks really want a woman to do that to them?" I asked incredulously.

"Oh, yes. Some of these macho types really want to be dominated," she said.

"Did you ever dildo fuck any of these guys down here?" I had to ask.

"I sure did," she said. "It was pretty kinky. I think I am beginning to understand what you once told me about the power trip you guys get fucking some girl in the ass. It was a real kick to fuck some of those guys, holding them down and listening to them squeal."

"After that first night, you usually had several men at a time. Did they have you fuck them in those groups?" I asked.

"No, they would slip in on week nights when there weren't many customers around. They were very embarrassed about their needs, but I'm getting ahead of my story," she said.

She proceeded to tell me about the men who wanted to fuck her following her wrestling match with Maria. Most of the men were overwhelmed by the size of her tits. They squeezed, pulled and chewed on her boobs at every chance. Each night after the cantina closed, Jan's breasts would be so sore, she could not even stand to cover them with a blanket.

"I have never seen so many uncircumcised men in all of my life," she said. "It adds a little extra nastiness to my sucking of their dicks."

"I thought you didn't like the taste most of them have," I said.

"True, but for the worst ones I had a little basin and a bar of carbolic soap," she said. "I think the smell of Lifeboy will be enough to get me horny from now on. A little mustiness though is OK and as I said, adds a little something extra. It makes me feel cheap and dirty which get me off."

"Go on with your story," I prompted.

"The men got rougher after the fight with Maria," she said. "They seemed to enjoy holding me down and forcing their dicks in my mouth; or bending me over a chair to fuck my ass. I loved it."

"Wasn't that awfully hard on your asshole with them trying to be rough?" I asked.

"I took the precaution of greasing myself up real good before the first customer," she said. "After that, I stayed wet for the rest of the evening. The only problem was that it went too slowly and I didn't get fucked by that many men the first night. I only had nine or ten."

"I was horny as hell from watching you that first night," I admitted. "I was already missing you."

"I saw you taking pictures of the girls in the showers the next morning," she said. "I hope I put on a good show for the camera."

"You nearly melted it," I said. "I didn't for one minute believe that the show was just for me."

"Well I admit that I was advertising," she said. "I wanted all of those men to be so horny that they would all want to fuck me that night. When I got back to the cantina, Juan had come up with the idea of another show that night. The dumb shit wanted us to fight again. I suggested that the men might be on to the fact that it was staged. He said they wouldn't mind if enough of our clothes were ripped off. I again told hem that we could come up with something better."

"That's when you came up with having them fuck you with the strap-on dildos?" I asked.

"Oh, I let Maria think it was her idea, but it kept me from having to eat her smelly snatch again," she said. "We had the strap-ons around for those guys that wanted to have a woman fuck them..."

"Maria wanted to have the fight again with her fucking me at the end," she said "but I hinted that the fight would be unnecessary. I managed to get Carmen involved in the plan because I wanted to do a show with more than one of them fucking me. I hoped it might give the men ideas. It did work and was even worth putting up with Maria's shit."

"It certainly was an impressive performance," I said.

"I'll say," she replied. "It seemed to be a contest after that tho see how many of my holes the guys could fill at one time. You know that's my thing, so I was in heaven. I never had less than three men at a time after that. They would even try to see how many dicks they could get into my pussy, mouth or ass at the same time."

"Oh, what was the record," I asked.

"Three in my mouth, two in my ass and, don't ask me how, three in my cunt," she said. "Not all of the records were gotten at the same time mind you."

"I wish I could have seen that," I said.

"I don't remember that much about it myself," she said.

"Nothing gets me off faster than a group of guys rushing to see who is going to fuck me first."

"Didn't that make the other whores mad at you?" I asked.

"Yes, but they also thought that only the lowest of whores would let men do that to her," she said with a chuckle. "It didn't bother me a bit to get a reputation among whores. As it was, I stayed in a state of sexual bliss the rest of the night."

"Any thing exceptional happen during the week?" I said.

"Only that the Captain stopped by three times," she said.

"They told me he usually came by only once a week. He is a very interesting lover. He could be very intimidating if he chose to be. Most of the time he just wanted a blowjob though."

"You must have made some sort of impression on him," I said.

"I guess," she replied. "It was boring though with out him and Juan. Other than the couple of guys that wanted special services, nothing much happened until Friday night. Friday the groups keep getting larger. The other girls got madder. They complained to Juan. He saw a larger group of customers and decided that things were just as he wanted them. By the way, I didn't see you Saturday morning when we were taken to the showers. If you can believe it, men must have come from the nearby camps to watch us that morning."

"Sorry I missed it," I said. "I had to go to the capital."

"Well you were there Saturday night so you saw all that happened," she said.

"Weren't you afraid that your male star in that performance would rip you apart?" I asked.

"Dear, I have had bigger things jammed up my cunt before," she said some what condescendingly. "Besides, we had rehearsed most of the afternoon. I had to do that to calm him down enough for the performance. Poor boy has a perpetual hard-on. Him I'll miss, but I won't miss not being able to take a bath each day. Thank God I get to come over here every night this week. I keep having this horrible vision that you would pick some other girl or leave me here when you go back."

"Not a chance," I said. "I couldn't wait to get you back here and as far as leaving you behind, where would I ever find someone as exciting as you are. No, I know I have a good thing and I intend to keep it."

We made love again slowly and fell asleep in each others' arms again. The rest of week went as the previous ones. Captain Ramone visited her on Monday and again on Wednesday.

Wednesday, I got word that the data was back to normal and that I should make plans to egress. I invited the supervisor, the foreman, the chief engineer and his assistant to dinner at the company house that evening. I sent a message to my cook to let her know that I was having guests.

That evening I sent the cook home a little early after she finished the cooking. Jan would take care of serving tonight. I told Jan that I had invited the men over for a celebration.

"Do I get to celebrate too?" she asked.

"If you want to, of course you can," I answered.

"You know that you are going to have to leave tomorrow," I said as I rolled off of her.

"Yes, I was going to tell you I needed to leave before the week-end anyway," she said.

"Aren't you having fun?" I asked.

"Its not that," she answered. "Juan is getting too wild with his exhibitions though."

"What has he found a lost tribe of pygmies to gangbang you for the crowd?" I said.

"Sounds like fun, but, no, he's out looking for animals," she said.

"Animals?" I said.

"Barnyard animals," she said.

My mind flashed on the image of my wife being fucked by a donkey of a pig. I got a certain rush from the mental picture.

"I take it that you don't see any excitement in that?" I asked.

"Oh, it sends a thrill down my spine to think about it, but I'm not going to risk being permanently injured by these amateurs," she said. "After Jorge, Juan decided that I could take on a donkey of a small bull."

"Do you have all of your things here?" I asked.

"Yes, everything I need is here," she said.

"Good, put everything in a bag that I can throw on the jeep tomorrow," I said. "Leave the cantina as though you were going shopping in the morning. I will need to go into town, so I can meet you on the road at about 10:30."

"You know that Rosita is going to cry when she finds out you're leaving. She is in love with you and is convinced that you love her too," she said.

"Where did she get that idea?" I asked.

"None of the men who frequent that whore house are gentle with the girls," she said. "The fact that you took your time with her and were gentle means that you are in love with her to her way of thinking."

"That's too bad," I said. "We had better get ready for our guests."

Because of their positions, the men who were coming over rarely went to the cantina. They didn't get to meet one of the prostitutes up close. I had only seen the supervisor in the cantina once and he looked embarrassed to be there. This would be a chance for them to relax and for Jan and I to have our fun too. The men weren't do for another hour, so Jan pulled me into the bedroom.

"Make love to me now?" she said. "I want you now while I know its you. When I am being fucked by a group of men, they lose their individual identity and they just become cocks that I want inside of me. I want you while its just you and me."

We made love slowly and when we were finished, we lay in each others' arms until she fell asleep. I got up without awakening her and got ready for the party. I left the door to the bedroom open. Jan lay on her stomach with her round ass pointed toward the door. I decided to leave her that way for when my guests came by.

When they arrived, I offered them some drinks. I had some Jose Quervo sent down for just such an occasion. As were toasting the success of our operation, they noticed the naked form of Jan on the bed in the bedroom. After some furtive glances and nudges between them, the foreman finally spoke up.

"Is that big puta as good as they say, Senior?" he asked.

"There is only one way to find out," I said.

"Do you mean it?" he asked as they all seemed a little more excited.

"Why not?" I said. "She's a whore. She's here to get fucked anyway. You guys are welcome to her." With that the foreman was up and heading to the bedroom.

"Shall we join him?" I asked.

By the time the rest of us got into the bedroom, the foreman already had his pants down and was dipping a finger into a jar of Vaseline at the side of the bed. If Jan was awake, she was staying very quiet. The foreman applied the Vaseline to the head and shaft of his dick. He then climbed on the bed putting one hand on Jan's back to hold her in place and used his greasy finger to lube her asshole. She was awake now and started to squirm under his hand. She turned her head to see who was assaulting her butthole.

He was on top of her in a moment and wedging his dick between the checks of her ass. He held her legs together between his to make the fit even tighter. Jan gripped the rails of the headboard of the bed as he started pounding away at her butt. From where I stood, it looked as though he was driving a nail into her ass, pinning her to the bed. The rest of us stood around and watched the display in front of us with some visibly rubbing their crotches.

It wasn't long until the foreman was shooting off in my wife's ass. The remaining three men looked at each other silently asking who was next. Both the supervisor and the chief engineer looked shy and reluctant to go next. The assistant engineer, unzipping his pants, decided it was his turn. He stepped up to the bed and ordered Jan to suck his dick. She did so without comment or question. As she was sucking his cock, she looked over at me and her eyes seemed to say, 'Do you see your little whore sucking this man's cock?'. She was just getting a good rhythm going when the young man told her to lay back and spread her legs. He entered in one motion, her pussy was so wet. He was some minutes hammering away between her legs.

When he finished, the supervisor slowly approached her.

Just barely lowering his pants, he climbed between her legs. I realized that these men were shy about fucking a woman in front of other men.

The chief engineer followed the supervisor between her legs. The others had drifted off into the main room and found the beer in the icebox. When the engineer had finished, we joined the others in the main room leaving Jan to recover alone.

I made sure all of my guests had something to drink and then went into see how Jan was doing. She was just getting cleaned-up and was standing over the basin nude.

"Hurry up and come serve our guests," I said.

She turned and smiled. "What do you want me to wear?" she asked.

"How about one of my shirts?" I said. "Maybe one that's a little too short." She gave me a wink.

I returned to the main room. "If you gentlemen will take your seats at the table, dinner will be served in a few minuets," I said.

Jan came out in only one of my knit golf shirts. Her pubic hair was peaking out under the front and as she turned toward the kitchen, I could see that the bottom of her ass cheeks were uncovered. She was bare-footed too.

We were seated when Jan came in to take our drink order.

Most of the men stuck with beer, but the foreman had heard about the house's variety of liquor. The previous visitors had left me well stocked in that respect. He wanted to try some of the things he had only heard of starting with Scotch. Jan served it to him neat like I drink it. He eyed it suspiciously, sniffed it and then took a sip. The expression on his face told the story. Oh, well, it is an acquired taste. I suggested he might try a good Tequila (not the local product by the same name).

All eyes were on Jan's ass as she returned to the kitchen. Knowing that she was being watched, She made a big show of reaching for the glasses from a high shelf, which caused the shirt to ride up above her round ass. Though these guys had just fucked her, they still seemed to hold their breaths as she did this. The conversation around the table started again as she moved out of sight to get the beers. From my vantage point, I saw her get her own drink of the Jose Cuervo before returning to the dining room.

Jan was the perfect hostess as she served our guests.

When everyone had their drinks, she stopped to explain what was going to be served. She was standing between the foreman and the supervisor. I saw the foreman slip his arm around behind her. Jan hesitated in her speech. It was clear that the foreman had put his hand between her legs and had worked his thumb into her cunt as she stood there trying to talk about dinner. The longer he continued to manipulate her cunt, the harder it was for her to concentrate on what she was trying to communicate. When she finally finished, she broke away and flushed, returned to the kitchen while the men laughed at her apparent discomfort.

When she returned, the foreman suggested that we should have a nude waitress. The other men at the table seconded the motion and I told her to take off the shirt. She acted as though she was reluctant to remove it, but I knew better. Once she was nude, the men became bolder in openly fondling her as she passed their positions. Jan played the group for all they were worth as she passed closer than was necessary and, I am sure, exaggerated the sway of her walk.

By the end of the meal, the men were much more relaxed about having a naked woman around and with each other. The Jose Cuervo had been brought to the table and a drinking bout between the foreman and the engineer's assistant had ensued. The battle was a draw, as the Tequila had nearly ran out before the issue could be decided. The foreman wanted to see Jan take the bottle into her cunt.

As Jan came by the next time, the foreman grabbed her and tried drunkenly to jam the neck of the bottle between her legs. Two years of Tae-Kwon-Do came to her aid as she neatly fended off his arm and deflected the bottle without even letting the foreman know how it was done or hurting him.

The men protested that they wanted to see the bottle stuffed up her cunt. I reached over and pulled up a chair beside the table and patted it for her to sit down. She shyly complied and sat on the chair by me. The foreman handed me the bottle and I handed it to her without any words. She knew what was expected of her.

Jan took the bottle and, spreading her legs, took it to her mouth. She made a great show of licking the tip of it and then slowly taking it deep in her mouth. When she had most of the neck in her mouth, she abruptly tilted her head backwards taking the last of the Tequila in one shot. She played the neck in and out of her mouth for a few moments to get it good and slick and then moved it to her pussy. Her fingers pulled her lips apart exposing her cunt hole. Placing the head of the bottle at her opening, she moved it up and down the crease from her hole to her clit several times before finally inserting it. She worked it deeper and deeper in until she had all of the neck of the bottle in her snatch. The square shoulders of stopped her from getting anymore in.

I felt a tug at my sleeve as I was watching my wife's display. Dissatisfied with the depth of penetration from the Tequila bottle, the foreman handed me a beer bottle. I suggested that we repair to the bedroom where we could all be more comfortable.

In the bedroom, Jan lay in the middle of the bed as the rest of us gathered around to watch. She spread her legs and gave us all a good look at her open, wet snatch. She bought the beer bottle to her mouth and again wet the neck of the bottle before she inserted it in her gaping hole. She slid the bottle neck all of the way in and pulled it nearly out. She pushed it back in past the shoulder of the bottle. Each time she withdrew it, she plunged in deeper. Soon, she had most of the bottle inside of her with just barely enough left out to hold onto.

Jan was never much for masturbation. She had been taught by her mother to never touch her pussy and fear had kept her from doing it until she was a shy freshman. Once she lost her virginity, it became a matter of why use your hand when there is always a handy cock to use instead. Oh, she would use the occasional dildo or vibrator on herself to please a lover, but she only got her excitement from knowing the lover was watching. She was getting excited from frigging herself for these men. I could tell from the flush of her face that she was getting to the point where there wouldn't be enough dicks in the house to put out the fire. Sure enough it began.

"Please, I need a prick," she said.

This was all of the signal the men needed. Once again, the foreman was the first on the spot feeding his dick to her. The others gathered closer and began stroking and pinching some part of her body. They had lost their shyness now. As she lost track of what was going on around her, the Engineer's assistant took over moving the bottle in and out of her pussy. After a few minutes, he removed the bottle and moved to get his dick in her.

When the Supervisor, emboldened by the liquor said, "This time I'm going to stick it in her ass so I know she can feel it."

Soon they too were attempting to get as many dicks in her as they could. At one point, she was sitting on one man's dick while sucking on another. I cannot recall which organs belonged to what man, but I do have this picture of her indelibly imprinted in my memory. I saw her look at me with cum from one man still on her face, another man's dick in her mouth and she winked at me to communicate her enjoyment of the party. I have not since been able to adequately convey the sexual charge I got from that moment.

The men were good for this second time in one of Jan's holes and a couple even had the stamina for a third, but the party quickly came to an end. The gentlemen adjusted their clothes and moved back to the main room. I offered them another drink and they all guiltily declined probably worrying about what their wives would say now.

After I saw my guests out, I returned to the bedroom to find Jan still obscenely spread on the bed. Her hair was wet with sweat and cum. The cum was starting to dry at the sides of her mouth while it flowed out of her gaping cunt and open asshole. I found myself so excited by the sight of my well used wife, I did something I had never done before. Crawling between her legs, I began to tongue her clit and taste the sperm that poured out of her openings. A few minutes of tongueing her holes seemed to revive her. I pulled her legs up and slid my dick inside of her pussy. It was so wet and slippery, I couldn't get much friction. Kissing her lips, I pulled out of her pussy and pushed her legs up further to enter her ass. With all that happened, I was so wild that I came very quickly adding my own cum to the quantities already in her bowels.

The next morning, I caught up with Jan before the fork in the road. I casually pulled along side of her and stopped. To anyone watching, it would look just like I was offering her a ride. She got in and we road along quietly for a few miles until we were out of the area.

"That was quite a night last night. Did I have fun?" Jan asked.

"You were the good time that was had by all, as usual," I answered.

"The last thing I remember was climbing on the bed with that bottle and the rest is a blur," she said. "I take that back, I do remember cock after delicious cock."

"That's something I have never understood," I said. "If you loose your ability to know what's going on, how can you enjoy it?"

"I'm surprised at you asking that question, you the Latin scholar," she said. "What does 'ecstasy' mean anyway?"

"Ah, yes, to stand outside one's self," I answered.

"When I reach a certain point, the only thing I am aware of is wave after wave of pleasure," she said. "It used to take getting drunk to relax myself enough to let go and just let it happen. Now the little head games we play are enough to get me started, like last night when you made me serve them in the nude."

"You did seem to be enjoying yourself," I said.

"Last night was a perfect end to an perfect vacation," she said. "I don't know how to thank you for this."

"When I come back to the capital tomorrow, I think we can find a way," I said.

"No, you would get that anyway," she said. "I will have to find an appropriate way to thank you, but there is no hurry."

We followed my script in the capital, arranged for a flight the next evening and checked into a hotel. With her ensconced in the hotel, I headed back to the site to finish up things there. I also went back to Juan's cantina to say my goodbyes.

The mood in the cantina that night was subdued. The word had gotten around that Consuela had left town. Maria seemed to be the only one pleased by the turn of affairs.

Captain Ramone came in again that night. He sat, at what I had been calling my table for the past weeks, looking some what sad himself.

"I hear you are leaving us Senior," he said.

"Yes, my job here is done," I said.

"That is too bad," he said. "I have enjoyed you company so much while you have been here."

"I have looked forward to our chats here and will miss them too," I said.

We sat in silence for some time. Without Jan there though, the evenings festivities seemed dull.

"I understand that you gave Consuela a ride out of town?" he stated more an accusation than a question.

"Yes, she was walking on the road and I offered her a ride," I said.

"Did she say why she was leaving?" he asked.

"Only that she felt that she might have better luck in the capital," I said.

"She is correct," he said. "They will love her in the city."

It was getting late and Ramone stood up to leave. "Would you walk with me to my jeep?" he asked. I agreed.

When we got out to his jeep, he retrieved a folder from his case. He asked me to walk a space with him. We walked toward the town square, which was deserted at this time of night.

"It is a pity that Consuela is gone," he said finally.

"She is your wife, is she not, Senior?"

I was startled by his sudden assertion. I knew that I couldn't lie effectively to him, so admitted it.

"I knew from the first moment I saw her that she was an American woman though her Spanish was flawless," he said. "It wasn't until I saw the way she kept checking you with her eyes. Add to that the fact you rarely took your eyes off of her when she was in the room. It was obvious to a trained observer. So much of communications is non-verbal and we in law-enforcement rely on people to tell us the truth with their bodies."

"I don't know what to say," I said genuinely at a loss for anything to say.

"It is alright Senior," he said. "I did attend school in your country and am aware that some of you decadent imperialists like to see your women fucked by other men. I never understood it. Here a man would be expected to kill both the man and his wife to protect his honor. It would be regrettable, but the law would support him."

"It is a bit different in the States," I suggested weakly.

"Yes, I know," he said. "I have a going away present for you." He handed me the folder. "Your wife's dossier. I never filed it with the central office. I knew that she would go back to the States. We have no further use for the information."

"Thank you," was all I could mumble.

"I do not want to be insulting in this, but thank you for the opportunity to...ah...enjoy your wife," he said.

"No offence taken," I said.

"My position does give me an opportunity to enjoy a number of women, but she was unique and I shall never forget the experience."

"I am sure she will appreciate the compliment," I said.

I opened the folder and saw the photos that Jan had described to me. I took the one of her standing facing the camera out. I handed it to Ramone. "Consider it a souvenir."

"Thank you, Senior," he said.

We walked back to his Jeep. I shook his had and told him to look me up if her ever got back to the States. He told me I could count on it. I walked back to the company house and packed the dossier with my other gear. The supervisor drove me to the hotel in the capital where I would spend my last night in country.

When I got to the hotel, I found Jan trying to pack all of the stuff she had bought in the markets into the one suitcase I had left her with.

"Good heavens, where did all of this stuff come from?" I asked.

"From the money I made at Juan's," she said. "You said that the money was worthless outside of the country and things are so cheap down here. Do you have any idea what it is like for a woman to go shopping with money she HAS to spend?"

"So how much did you make in you two weeks in a bordello?" I had to ask.

"If I have the exchange rate right, about $25," she said.

Then grinning, "I figured out that came to about $.31 each.

Never let anybody say I was just a two-bit whore."

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