The Whore Wife.
written by:
LadyGrey

The Whore Wife by Lady Grey

I was dreading getting home that evening. My world was suddenly in tatters. Joe, my husband, had found out about the money and my affair with Cliff. The money had been bad enough, but I had also put our business in jeopardy by taking money out of the company to give to Cliff. Then Cliff had ditched me because I refused to give him any more cash, and I realised what a fool I had been and now it looked like I might be getting the same treatment from Joe, but I couldn't blame him..

When I walked up towards the house there was a car in the drive, a car I did not recognize. I pushed open the door, put my bag on the table, and hung up my coat. I could hear voices coming from the lounge. Slowly, I eased open the lounge door. Joe was leaning against the fireplace, a large glass of whisky in his hand. He looked at me as I entered, but did not say anything.

Another man was seated on the sofa. He turned, smiled and got to his feet. "I guess this is Laura," he said, turning to Joe. Joe nodded sullenly. The stranger stepped across to me and held out his hand. "I'm Doug," he said. He looked me up and down. I felt as though his eyes were undressing me. It was a strange feeling.

He turned to Joe. "You were right, she is everything you said she was."

Joe smiled. "And I think you'll find she as other attributes, too, attributes that are more to your liking."

I looked at Joe. "What's going on here? And who's this?" I said.

Joe looked at me and smiled. "You'll find out soon enough. I guess you thought you were going to get away with it, ruining the business and making a fool out of me. I've made a deal with Doug here to get some of my money back. You're going to work for him."

"Doing what?" I asked.

"Doing what you do best: lying on your back with your legs open."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Here was my husband offering me to a guy I did not know as a common whore. Well, there was no way I was doing it. I would pack my bags and leave. I could make my way on my own. I didn't need him. I turned to walk out of the room. Joe stopped me. "If you think you're leaving, think again. If you walk out I will have you arrested and charged with the theft of the money you took from the business." I looked at him. Standing there, I saw the look on his face and I knew he meant what he said.

Doug smiled at me. "I think you had better sit down. We have things to talk about." I moved back and perched myself on the edge of the sofa. Doug looked at Joe. "I think you had better give her a drink. I think she's going to need it."

Joe passed me a drink and I sipped on it as Doug went on to explain that he was a entertainment organizer. "I put on entertainment for special clients," he said.

"And I suppose I will be expected to be involved in that entertainment?" I asked. Doug nodded.

Joe suddenly spoke up. "Yes, and you'd better make a good job of it, because Doug will be paying good money for your services."

I looked at Joe and gulped down the rest of my drink. I held out my glass. "I think I need another one."

Doug filled my glass. Then he gave me the glass and proceeded to tell me about his organization. "I put on special entertainment for discerning clients. They want women like you, not the usual whores." I saw him looking me over again. "I heard from Joe that you were a very promiscuous lady." Well, I suppose he was right. When I stopped getting sex at home I went out and looked for it, and I'd had several steamy affairs before the last one. That one had been a disaster.

"Do you enjoy sex?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Yes, I guess I do."

"Enjoy it," Joe snorted, "she a fucking nympho. She's known around here as Martini: any time, any place, any where."

I glared at him. "If I had been getting it at home, I wouldn't have had to go out and look for it, and if I hadn't gone out looking for it, I wouldn't be in this shit."

"Come on, you two, this isn't getting us anywhere." Doug said sharply. "I can always use a woman like you in my organization. We pay out good money, but you will be expected to do anything that is asked of you. Do you have any problems with that?"

I shook my head. "I guess not."

"Are there any problem areas?" Doug asked.

"Like what?"

"Anal sex, multiple partners, exhibitionism, bondage."

I shrugged. "I'm not that keen an anal but I can take it if it's required, but the others, yes, I have done them all from time to time."

Doug nodded. "You seem to be the sort of woman I'm looking for."

Joe nodded his head but did not say anything.

"There's just one more thing," Doug said.

I looked at him. "What's that?"

"I want you to strip for me," he said.

I looked at him. "Here, now?"

He nodded.

I stood up and looked at Joe. He couldn't look at me. I began to unbutton my blouse and ease it off my shoulders. I placed it on a chair, unzipped my skirt, and eased it down over my hips. I pushed it on down and stepped out of it. I felt a little embarrassed standing there in my own living room in front of my husband and Doug wearing just my bra, panties and hold up stockings.

I looked at Doug. "Have you seen enough or do you want me to take the rest off?"

Doug smiled. "Everything, please." Then he smiled again. "But you can leave your stockings on. I think a bird looks very sexy with stockings on when she's naked."

I felt myself getting warm. As I reached behind and unclasped my bra, I held it to me for a moment before I slipped it off. I saw Doug nod in appreciation as my breasts were displayed to him. I waited for a moment before slipping my fingers into my panties and pushing them down over my hips. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. Then I stood naked in front of him. He looked me up and down.

"Very nice," he said, "yes, very nice indeed!"

I noticed Joe looking at me and I saw the expression on his face. The fact that I was standing naked in front of another man seemed to make him uncomfortable. Or did it exciting him? I smiled. I bet the dirty bastard was enjoying it.

Doug beckoned me over. I moved towards him. I was now standing close enough for him to observe every detail of my body. The whole thing was now beginning to excite me. I could already sense that my nipples were hard.

"I'm glad to see you keep yourself trimmed," he said.

I looked down. He was looking at my pussy. He reached out and ran his fingers over the thin strip of pubic hair above the cleft of my pussy. Then he pressed his fingers between my thighs. I eased my legs apart. He cupped my pussy gently and I groaned.

"Just look at the whore. She's enjoying it," Joe said.

Doug swung around and glared at him. "Look, it was you who came to me with the deal. I need to find out what she's like. She might have fucked up your business but she won't fuck up mine."

He turned back to me. "OK you can get yourself dressed, I'll give you a call in the morning."

I picked up my clothes and smiled at Doug. Then I turned and made my way up to my room. Sinking onto the bed, I realised that I was trembling. I pressed my hand between my thighs and was not surprised to find that I was quite wet. I fell back on the bed, rubbing my fingers over my pussy. What was going to happen to me? Was this what I had come down to, a paid whore?

The following morning I made sure Joe had left for the office before I got up. I did not want to face him. I knew that I had been a bit of a shit wife to him over the last few months, but I still didn't believe that that he had done what he had, sold me to Doug as a whore. I had, had a restless night thinking about my future. I had considered packing my things and running out but where was I to go? I had no money of my own and no friends who would take me in. Maybe I should go along with Doug, try my new life out, before I made a decision.

I thought about last night standing naked in the lounge with Doug fingering my pussy. I remembered how hot I felt and then that shit of a husband spoilt it all. Maybe it might be fun after all; maybe Joe was right; maybe I was a whore and a nympho. Yes, I did like sex, and just lately, I seemed not to be able to get enough of it, so maybe there was a bright side about working for Doug. I had showered and made myself some breakfast before the phone went. It was Doug.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm okay."

"Look, I'm sorry about last night, I had to do what I did,"

"I know, it's not a problem."

"Good. I just want to know if you are still willing to go ahead with things. I know you don't have a lot of options but I'd rather you be willing then be press ganged into it."

I smiled. Well, at least I was getting the option, and maybe it was better than finishing up in court, or even prison.

"Look," I said, "all I can say is that I will give it a go."

"Good for you. That's all I can ask of you. You might even like it. The job has some perks. Some of my clients are very generous and anything that they give you is yours to keep."

I smiled again. Maybe things weren't so bad after all. Doug then went on to make some arrangements with me. He gave me an address to meet him at that afternoon,

"Come in something sexy. I might have something for you."

I put the phone down. Well, that was it I had a new profession. I was a paid whore.

I thought about Doug's final words as I dressed for our meeting. "Come in something sexy," he had said. I had finally decided on my outfit: stockings, a red teddy, a brief thong under it, but no bra. And a summery flowered dress, short and with a fitted bodice.

A car arrived to pick me up and I was dropped off in front of a new apartment block. I made my way in and the guy on the front desk had a name tag on his chest telling me his name was Ken. He smiled at me. "Is your name Laura?" he asked. I nodded. "Mr. Benton is expecting you. He's in 42, you can take the lift."

The lift whisked me up and I was soon ringing the bell on 42. A smiling Doug answered the door. "Come in, Laura. It's nice to see you again, and by the way, you do look nice." I stepped into the apartment feeling better already.

The apartment was nice, large and spacious and well fitted out. Doug saw me looking around. "Do you like it?"

I nodded "Very nice."

"I have a couple of apartments in this block. If you stick around, you could spend a lot of time here," he grinned. "Would you like a drink?"

I nodded. I was still feeling a little uncertain. I needed something.

"White wine okay? I've just opened a bottle."

I nodded and watched as he took a bottle out of a cooler and poured me a rather large glass.

"Sit down, please," he said, as he passed me the glass. "We need to talk."

He went on to tell me about his organization, how he sold fantasies to rich clients, how he guaranteed that he could supply them with whatever they desired and whatever their warped tastes demanded. His services cost big money but he guaranteed satisfaction. Most of them liked to play out their little games, liked to live out their fantasies, so that's why I was around. Women like me give than a chance to do it.

He saw my glass was just about empty. "Want another one?" he asked, reaching out.

I passed him my glass. "Yes, please, I think I'm going to need one."

He smiled. "I'm sure you'll do fine," he said. "In fact, I'm so sure, I've got your first client coming around this afternoon."

"You're kidding?"

He shook his head and smiled. He looked at his watch. "In about 30 minutes, so we had better get started."

He picked up a document folder that was laying on a table. He opened it and took out some papers. "When you are sent on a job, you get all the relevant information sent to you: where it's taking place, what's taking place, and what you need to wear. I provide all the transport and the driver is your escort. He stays with you for the duration of the job, always in easy calling distance in case of problems. We have never had any problems as all the clients are vetted, but the guy is there in any case." He passed me a small fob. "Here's your alarm button. Just press it if there's a problem and someone will be with you in seconds."

He certainly seemed to have covered everything. He passed me a sheet of paper. This has all the information about the client's requirements. This afternoon's an easy one to start you off with. The client's a voyeur, he just likes to watch. He's coming to visit me about some business information. You are supposed to be my wife, partner, what ever. You like just make yourself at home here. Wander around, take a shower, just show yourself off. Don't be too obtrusive but let him get a look at you in your undies or in just a towel. Today, I want you to show me what you can do. You think you can do it?"

"Well, I'll certainly give it a try,"

Just then the phone rang. Doug picked it. He spoke for a moment and then replaced the receiver. "He's on his way up. Are you ready?"

I took a last swig of my wine. "As ready as I‘ll ever be," I said with a grin.

I sat on the sofa while Doug went to answer the door. The client was a distinguished looking man who looked to be in his 60's. Doug introduced me as his wife. The guy, Andrew by name, smiled and shook my hand, and I could feel his hand shaking as I shook it. The guy like me was nervous.

He showed the guy to a chair. "Would you like a drink before we start?"

Andrew nodded. "I'd like a whisky if you have one, maybe a single malt."

Doug smiled at him. "I'm sure we can manage that." He nodded to me and I got up and poured the guy a drink. I smiled as I handed it to him, bending over slightly more than necessary and letting him get a quick look down my dress.

I straightened up and looked across at Doug. He nodded. Well, I had gotten that right.

"If you two are going to discuss business, I might as well make myself scarce and leave you to it. I'm going to wash my hair. Give me a call if you need anything." I left them and went through into the bedroom. The bedroom, like the rest of the apartment, was big and spacious. A large king sized bed dominated the room and the walls were covered with mirrored wardrobes. I checked them out. They were well stocked with clothes, and most of them looked new. I pulled open a drawer. It contained undies in several sizes, all new and still packed in their wrappings.

I decide on a plan of action. This was easy and it might be fun. I loved showing myself off and I always got a kick out of teasing guys. I slipped out of my dress and laid it on the bed. I took a deep breath and pushed open the door and stepped back into the lounge. Doug was sitting on the sofa talking to Andrew. They both looked up as I entered wearing just my teddy, thong, and stockings.

"Sorry," I said apologetically, "you'll have to excuse my outfit but I just needed to get a drink." I stood at the bar and poured out a glass of wine. I could feel them looking at me. The teddy was quite sheer, with lacy cups. It was short and my thong was high legged and I knew it displayed a lot of my rear. I picked up my glass and walked back through to the bedroom. Once inside, I took a quick swig of the wine. Well, that's the start of it, Laura, I thought to myself. You've laid your cards on the table.

I drank the wine thinking about my next move. There was an in-suite bathroom, but there was also another guest bathroom at the end of the short hallway. A plan came to mind. If I used that one, I would have to walk down the hall, and the door opened off it into the lounge. If I walked passed the doorway, I could be seen by anyone in the lounge.

I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes. Looking in a drawer, I found some towels. I took one out. It was not a large one, just about the size I wanted. I held it up to me as I opened the door and made my way down the short hallway. The towel was just large enough to cover my breasts but not big enough to go around me, so it left my back and rear uncovered. As I passed the lounge doorway, I accidentally on purpose dropped the small make up bag I was carrying. I saw them both look in my direction as I bent to pick it up. I think they both got a good look at what was on show.

In the bathroom I began to realise that I was feeling more than a little aroused by the prospect of what I was doing; showing myself off like this to Andrew who was a stranger to me and to Doug. My fingers went down to my pussy and I discovered, not unsurprisingly, that I was becoming quite damp. I restrained myself from going any further than just touching myself. I was getting excited and began to wonder just how things would progress. I turned on the shower and stepped in. I might as well use it now that I'm here, I thought to myself, and I stood there letting the warm water cascade down over my body.

I was out of the shower and drying myself when there was a light knock on the door. It opened and Doug walked in. I quickly tried to cover myself with the towel I was using. Doug smiled. "Not being bashful, are you?" he asked. He reached out and pulled the towel away and looked at my naked body. "You have a very exciting body," he said. "I think we are going to do some good business together." He reached over and cupped one of my breasts, squeezing it tenderly. "Just wanted to tell you you're doing a good job. It's just about right, he's enjoying it."

"So am I," I said with a grin, placing my hand over his and pressing it against my breast.

"Later," he said with a slight smile, "let's look after the client first."

He drew his hand away. "Just carry on. I think you know what's required of you."

Left alone in the bathroom, I smiled to myself. This job was turning out to be very interesting. There was a thin silk wrap hanging behind the bathroom door. I took it down and slipped into it. I looked at myself in the large mirror. It clung to my body and clearly displayed my already extended nipples. I tied it loosely around me and left the bathroom. As I passed the lounge door, Doug called out to me. "Would you mind making us coffee?" he asked.

I smiled and nodded. "no trouble," I replied.

I went through into the kitchen and switched on the kettle. While it was boiling, I placed the cups together with sugar and cream on the tray. Then I made three cups of coffee. I thought I might as well join them at this stage. I made sure the wrap was only loosely tied. I picked up the tray and made my way through to the lounge. Andrew looked up and smiled at me as I came in. I leaned over and placed the tray on the table between them knowing that as I did so, my wrap would gape open and give Andrew a flash of my breasts. I straightened up and smiled at him as I pulled it together.

"Mind if I join you?" I asked.

Doug looked at Andrew who shook his head. "No, we've just about finished, haven't we?"

"Sit down here," Doug said, patting the sofa beside him. As I sat down I allowed the wrap to fall open giving them a display of my long legs. Every time I looked at him I could see Andrew looking at me. I knew the wrap was open almost to the waist and I could feel that my nipples were hard and rubbing against the thin silk. I leaned back on the sofa and parted my legs slightly. I noticed Andrew lick his lips nervously as he took out a large white handkerchief and mopped his brow.

"You have a very attractive wife," he said, slowly, speaking to Doug.

Doug nodded. "Yes, I agree," he said, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me towards him. I turned and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"It's a long time since I have been in the presence of such an attractive woman," he said, looking longingly at me. "When you get to my age I'm afraid looking is the only pleasure I get."

Doug smiled at him. "I'm sure Laura doesn't mind you looking. She's very proud of her body."

Andrew smiled. "And from what I can see she has a body to be proud of."

Doug nodded. "How would you like to see what it really looks like?"

Andrew licked his lips again. "She would be willing to show me?" he asked nervously, seemingly not believing his luck.

Doug turned to me. "You wouldn't mind letting Andrew have a look at your body, would you, darling? He is a very good client of mine."

I felt myself getting hot at the prospect of having to expose myself to Andrew. I looked at Doug, pretending to be a little shocked. "You want me to take my wrap off in front of him? But I've got nothing on under it."

Doug smiled. "I'm sure Andrew won't mind," he said with a grin.

Andrew was now watching me. I could see the look of expectancy in his eyes. I reached down and pulled open the tie of my wrap, and it fell apart exposing my nakedness. I could see beads of perspiration breaking out on Andrew's forehead. He wiped it again with the large handkerchief he was still holding.

Doug reached over and eased the wrap off my shoulders. It fell down onto the sofa behind me. Andrew gasped, as I was totally exposed to him. "She's beautiful," he said in an awed voice.

It was exciting sitting there naked, exposing myself like that to this old guy. I felt a little sorry for him. I felt Doug's hand on my knee easing my legs apart. He wanted Andrew to be able to see everything.

"Don't you think she's a very attractive woman?" Doug asked. Andrew nodded not taking his eyes off me. Doug proceeded to run his hand up my inner thighs until he was lightly touching my pussy lips. "She really has a cunt to die for," he said, and began rubbing his finger up and down the cleft. I lay back on the sofa and opened my legs even wider as Doug began to do exciting things to me.

I groaned as he began finger fucking me, his fingers sliding quickly in and out of my wet orifice. I clutched on to my breasts as I felt myself about to come. I pulled on my nipples as an orgasm wracked my body. I could feel my juices flooding over Doug's fingers as he continued to work on me. I love foreplay, but I have never orgasmed so many times as I did that afternoon on Doug's sofa.

I think Andrew enjoyed himself. I certainly did. I walked with him to the doorway. I hadn't bothered to put anything on as there seemed no point. Andrew took my hand and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for making an old man very happy," he said. I smiled. He looked longingly at my naked body as he was about to leave. "I wish I were 30 years younger," he said, with a slight smile.

I took his hand and pressed it against my naked breast. "Come visit us again soon," I said.

He smiled. "I will, yes, I will!" and then he was gone.

Back in the lounge Doug looked at me. "You did a great job, Laura. Andrew left a very happy guy. That's how I like all my clients to leave." I smiled at him. "If they're all as easy as that I'm going to enjoy the work." Doug shook his head. "Sorry, babe, I'm afraid that was an easy one to get you started. You may have to work harder with some of the others." He grinned, looking at me standing there naked. "Are you okay?" he asked. I smiled. "I think so, but maybe there's something you could do for me?" He looked puzzled. "Anything, you only have to ask."

I smiled at him again and rubbed my fingers lightly over my pussy. "You can take me to bed and give me a good fucking. I'm randy as hell after that little display."

He smiled and took my hand. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, propelling me towards the bedroom.

Doug was good in bed, and he well and truly satisfied my needs. We showered together and afterwards he dropped me off at home. "There's nothing tomorrow," he said, "but there is a job I think you might like on Thursday. I'll let you have the details."

I stayed in my room that night. I didn't fancy meeting up with Joe and I didn't get up the following day until he had left for work. A special messenger arrived with a package for me, and on opening it, I found it was the instructions for Thursday.

I was a little surprised to find that he had three clients for me, not one, as I expected. It was a Mr.Yamamoto and two colleagues. I was again to use the same apartment I had been to before, and told the key would be left with the doorman. It just said dress attractively and I would be picked up at 6 p.m.. There were no other instructions apart from a note to say that the client would inform me what was required.

On Thursday I got up late. I had worked it out that if I had three guys to deal with, I needed some rest before hand. I spent the afternoon preparing myself, taking a leisurely bath. Then I spent time on my make up and hair but I was still ready well before the car called for me.

The driver nodded as I got in the car. It was the same one who had driven me last time. He was a well built, good looking black guy. Before I got out he asked me if I had my alarm. I took it out of my bag and showed it to him. He smiled. "Keep it on hand," he said. "I will be down stairs if you need me."

I thanked him and walked into the reception. Ken, the doorman, smiled. "It's Laura again, isn't it? I nodded. He passed me a key. "I will give you a call when your clients arrive," he said.

I made my way up to the apartment. It looked freshly cleaned. They certainly looked after the place, I thought to myself, as I selected a bottle of wine from the cooler, and opening it, I poured myself a large glass. I checked the CD player. It was full of disk's. I pressed the play button and soft music flooded the room from hidden speakers. I was feeling a little nervous now that I was here alone wondering what the evening had in store for me.

I was relaxing on the sofa when the phone rang. It was the doorman. "It's Ken here," he said. "Your clients have arrived. I'm sending them up." I waited by the door and as soon as the bell rang, I opened the door. Three oriental guys in dark suits stood there. When they saw me their faces broke out in beaming smiles.

"Miss Laura?" one of them said, holding out his hand. I nodded and took his hand. He shook it briskly, the others followed suit. I showed them into the apartment and offered to take their coats. They politely refused my offer. I then offered them drinks and this time they accepted.

I passed the drinks around and they chatted between themselves, in a language I did not understand; Japanese, I guessed. They all kept looking at me and smiling so I guessed there was something about me they liked.

"I'm Laura. What are your names?" I asked.

They looked at each other. Then the guy who I presumed was Mr. Yamamoto smiled. "This is Yin," he said, indicating the guy beside him. Yin smiled and nodded. "And this is Santee." The other guy smiled. "My name is Toto. We all work for the same electronics company in Japan." I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with the situation. There seemed to be a language barrier. I was not sure if the other two, Yin and Santee, spoke any English, but then again the language of sex was universal so I guessed we would communicate in some way.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked.

Toto spoke to the other two and they all nodded. Toto turned to me. "You can undress yourself for us," he said.

I smiled to myself. Well, now we were getting somewhere. "Do you want me to undress here?" I asked, "or shall I go away." I pointed to the bedroom.

He grinned. "Here, please, we will watch."

I took a drink of my wine and stood up. I was wearing a short black cocktail dress with slim shoulder straps. I slid the straps off my shoulders and reached behind and pulled down the zip. The dress fell away from me and I was left in just my strapless bra and black lacy shorts. The three of them looked me up and down and nodded their approval. The bra was the next to go and they seemed delighted to see my breasts displayed before them. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that Japanese girls weren't too well endowed in the boob department.

I hooked my fingers in my shorts and eased them over my hips. They nodded their approval when my well trimmed pussy was at last revealed to them. The shorts dropped around my feet and I stepped out of them, standing naked before them in nothing but my hold ups and shoes.

"You are very attractive lady," Toto said. "My friends think so, too. We all want to fuck you." I had to smile. It sounded so strange, him saying it like that.

I was now getting excited about the deal. I had only once been involved in a threesome before and that had been very satisfying, so a foursome was certainly looking good. "Do you want to do it here or go into the bedroom?" I asked.

"I think we go into bedroom, more comfortable," Toto replied. I nodded, and led the way into the bedroom. I climbed up onto the bed and lay down on my back, raised my knees, and parted my legs. Toto looked at my exposed pussy and said something to his friends. They all grinned. It would be interesting to know what they were saying about me, I thought to myself.

I watched as they all started undressing, folding their clothes neatly in three piles. Although they were all on the small side, they had good strong bodies, well muscled. They obviously worked out. By the time they joined me on the bed all three of them had fair erections. Toto positioned himself between my legs. He eased two fingers into my pussy and nodded excitedly when his saw they were wet. With the other two watching he was the first to enter me, thrusting hard into my body, then immediately starting up a rhythm, ramming himself in and out of my willing body. As Toto enthusiastically pumped into me, I began to feel the other two exploring my body. They seemed fascinated by the firm mounds of my breasts and caressed them tenderly, squeezing gently onto my hard nipples.

Toto was good at his job and he soon had me urging him to fuck me harder. He obliged and at last we both came with a rush. He thanked me as he removed himself and his place was quickly taken by Yin. As Toto lay by my side recovering, he nuzzled up to me and started sucking on my breast. It was a wonderful sensation with one of them screwing me while the other two did wonderful things to my body. When Yin had erupted into me filling me to overflowing with his juices, it was Santee's turn.

As Santee thrust himself into me with an energy matching the others, I managed to get Toto's and Yin's cocks in my hand. I began stroking them back to life. It was worth the effort because when Santee had quickly satisfied his lust, Toto was ready and wanting his turn for seconds. They all managed to take me a second time before I called for a break. Then they used the in suite bathroom while I had a shower in the guest shower room.

When I returned to the lounge wearing a silk wrap (there always seemed to be one hanging on the door), the three of them, dressed in just their shorts, joined me. I made them drinks and found that Doug had laid in some food for us all, which they devoured hungrily.

After we had refreshed ourselves, Toto told me to undress again and asked me to give them all head. I slipped off the wrap and got down on my knees in front of Toto. I saw the others watching with interest as I eased his erection out of his shorts. I ran my hand along its length a couple of times and than slipped it into my mouth. Toto gasped as I began to work on him with my lips and tongue. I loved this job, and I soon had him crying out as he came shooting his juices up against the back of my throat. I swallowed them down and enjoyed the feeling of the warm sticky substance sliding down my throat.

I then serviced the other two, much to their delight, and allowed them also to come in my mouth. This was something they all seemed to enjoy very much. They thanked me for the pleasure I had given them. We took another break and I was glad to get a drink. I didn't really mind it but I was glad to get the taste of cum out of my throat.

It was getting late and I was beginning to feel slightly worn. I saw Toto glance at his watch. He spoke to the others. "Can you take us all one more time before we go?" he asked.

I nodded. "I'm here for your pleasure," I said smiling. This time he wanted to try doggie style. I knelt on the carpet as he positioned himself behind me. Then he was sliding into me. I was surprised he still had the capabilities. This was the third time that night he had taken me. And he still felt hard enough to take me again. It took him longer this time. He gripped onto my hips and thrust into me. I could feel my breasts swinging with every thrust. I squeezed him tightly with my vaginal muscles and he cried out. When at last he came, he collapsed, sweating, across my back. He thanked me again and again.

Yin tried to take me but he could not get himself hard enough to enter me. Santee did not attempt it. I dragged myself up onto the sofa and collapsed. My whole body ached and my pussy was feeling extremely worn. Well, it had taken cocks seven times this evening, well, seven and a half times if you count Yin's failed attempt.

They all went into the bedroom to clean up and when they returned, all dressed in their business suits, I was still lying sprawled across the sofa naked. I managed to get to my feet and they thanked me for a wonderful evening. "We will all remember fuck with attractive English Laura," Toto said with a grin. He spoke to the other two in Japanese and they all smiled and nodded.

When they had gone I made my way to the shower and stood there with the water pouring down on me, recovering from my ordeal. Sexually, I was well and truly satisfied. I had taken more cock in one night than I had received in a month from Joe. Was this going to be the norm or would there be other, more exciting pleasures, in store for me?

Doug rang me the following morning and thanked me for entertaining the Japanese trio. Apparently they had been more than happy with the service they had received from me. "I guess you might be feeling a little worn today." I smiled and ran my hand over my still tender pussy. "Well, you can rest up for a couple of days. I have nothing for you until Monday." He asked me how things were with Joe. I told him that I was trying to keep out of his way. "Look," he said, "if you have any problems, just give me a call. I think from what I have seen we are going to be working together for a while. If you want to move out, I can get you a place. I'll sort Joe out. He'll still get his money." I thanked him and said I would call him if I needed him.

The few days rest did me good and by Sunday I was feeling as good as new. The package about the Monday arrangements arrived along with a large box. I took them up to my room where I read the instructions. I was to attend a small private evening organized by a local business man who was entertaining a group of work colleagues. A note from Doug told me to expect anything and if things got out of hand, not to hesitate to call for help. In the section about dress it was stated that the organizer had supplied the clothes to be worn. I opened the large box and drew out a dress. As I held it up, it seemed a little flimsy. The only other thing in the box was a small pink bag. I opened it to find it contained a brief black G-string.

Curious about the outfit, I slipped out of my clothes and pulled the dress on. It fit me perfectly, but when I looked at myself in the mirror, I gasped. The dress was so transparent that every detail of my body was displayed through it. I know I get a kick out of displaying myself, but how could I actually wear something like this in public? I slipped it off and replaced it in the box. I was going to have to build up my nerve before I put that on again.

Doug rang me later to ask if I were feeling okay. I told him I was fine, now. "Did you get the package alright?" I told him that I had. "Did you like the outfit?" he asked.

I smiled to myself. "There wasn't much of it to like," I said.

I could tell he was grinning. "I hope I'm going to get a chance of seeing you in it." I smiled.

"I might like that," I said. "How about coming around to pick me up tomorrow?"

There was silence on the line for a moment. "Might think about that," he said.

On Monday I had made an appointment to have my hair done. Doug had made an arrangement for me at a hairdresser he had contacts with. I had the full treatment: a hairdo, a massage, and a waxing, and I was feeling great when I made my way home. I had to be at the hotel by 6 p.m., and guessing that Doug would probably come around, I got myself ready early. I took a couple of large drinks as I got ready. I knew I would need it to have the nerve to go out and meet up with strangers in that dress.

It was just after 5 o'clock when the door bell rang. I looked at myself in the mirror as I went to the door. The dress was concealing very little. My breasts with their large dark areolas and prominent nipples were on open display and only the addition of the brief g-string protected my modesty. I opened the door slightly to see who was there. Luckily, it was Doug. I opened the door and he got his first look at the dress. "Fuck me," he said in an awed voice, "you look stunning." I smiled and invited him in. "You're ready to go then?" he asked. I nodded. "Well, I'll drop you off at the hotel, but I'm certainly picking you up later, if that's okay by you."

I nodded and kissed him on the cheek. "I think I'd like that," I said.

He smiled and rubbed his hand over my breast. "Save some of this for me," he said. I smiled and nodded.

I slipped a light coat over the dress and followed him out to the car. The driver got out and opened the door for us. We settled in the back and Doug put his arm around my shoulders. "You should be alright tonight," he said. "Things might get a bit raunchy, but I'm sure you will handle it. I've done things for this guy before and the other girls have never complained about any problems." We pulled up in front of the hotel and Doug pushed the door open for me. "Have a good night," he said, "but not too good." He smiled as I stepped out.

Once in the hotel the girl on the reception desk called a porter who escorted me up to a private suite. He knocked on the door and it was opened by a guy dressed in an evening suit. He smiled. "Ah, I guess you're Laura?" he asked. I nodded. He thanked the porter and invited me in. There were already four other guys in the room. They all looked in my direction as I came in. They, too, were smartly dressed in evening suits. "This is Laura, the young lady who will be our guest for the evening." They smiled in my direction. "May I take your coat?" the guy who had brought me in asked. I hesitated only momentarily before slipping out of the coat. There was an awed silence in the room. Then two of them put their glasses down and began to clap. The other two joined in. "You have done a wonderful job, Rodger," one of them said. "She's a credit to you."

I stood there as they all eyed me up. It was almost like being naked. The only thing that was concealed was my pussy. The rest of me was on open display. The guys came over and gathered around me, obviously wanting to get a closer look. Rodger pushed them away. "Come on, guys, give the girl some room. You'll all see plenty of her before the nights out." He smiled at me. "How about a glass of Champers, Laura? You look as though you need one." He passed me a glass off a tray on the bar. I took a long drink.

Once I got over the first few minutes, I began to feel better. They seemed a nice bunch of guys. The nervousness I was feeling soon began to wear off and I began to feel the excitement of being almost naked in their company. We had to wait for some others to arrive and while we waited, the Champers kept flowing. By the time the rest of the party had arrived, there were ten of them in total and I was beginning to feel quite relaxed.

When everyone was there and had taken a drink, the host asked us to sit down around a large table. I was placed at the head of the table next to Rodger. When we were all seated, waiters suddenly appeared and began serving a meal. I noticed that I got some strange looks from the waiters. I guess they wondered what an almost naked girl was doing with a group of smartly dressed men.

The first two courses passed without incident. The conversation was polite, although I was still the centre of attention. The meal itself was superb, and after the main course, we took a break. The waiters left the room after filling up everyone's glasses. Rodger turned to me. "I have a little job for you to do, Laura," he said. "But first, I'd like you to step up on to the table and remove all your clothes." There were murmurs from around the table as Rodger stood up to assist me.

He held my hand as I stepped up on the chair, then onto the table. I looked down at the ten expectant faces around me. I bent down and took hold of the hem of the flimsy dress and pulled it up my body, then up over my head, and tossed it to Rodger. He draped it over a chair.

Now I was almost totally naked apart from the small G-string. I looked at Rodger. "This as well?" I asked, indicating the last small item.

"Yes, please, Laura, that as well." he said with a smile. "I think we all want to see the main attraction." I slipped my fingers into the bands and slid it down my legs. Lifting each foot I stepped out of it. Now, I was completely naked with every part of my body on display to the ten excited faces. "Thank you, Laura," Rodger said, as I stood there before them blatantly displaying my nakedness. "I think we all agree that you are a very exciting woman and it's been a pleasure to have you as our special guest." The others slapped the table in agreement.

Rodger smiled at me. "Right. Laura, if you would now just lie down on the table we will continue with our meal. I looked puzzled as I eased myself down onto the table. It was cool against my skin as I lay on my back. Rodger lifted my head and placed a small cushion under it. "It will make you a little more comfortable, my dear, and also you will be able to observe what's going on," he said.

Just then the doors opened and two waiters came in pushing a small trolley. They did not seem surprised to find an attractive naked girl laid out on the dining table. One of them lifted a bowl of what smelled and looked like melted chocolate onto the table and the other a large bowl of fruit. Then myself and the men around the table looked on fascinated as the two waiters began to ladle the warm chocolate over my body. I have got to say it actually felt wonderful as it ran down my breasts and down in between my thighs. Soon, I was covered in the sweet smelling chocolate from my neck down to just above my knees and down my arms to my elbows. When all the chocolate had been ladled out they began to spread the fruit over me. At last the job was almost complete. Just an artistic splash of cream over me finished off their masterpiece. They stood back and the men around the table applauded them, then thanked them. The waiters then left the room.

Rodger stood back admiring the work of art that they had created. "Gentlemen," he said, "I suggest you remove your jackets before you sample the delights of the dish of the day." There was a quick rush to get the jackets off. "Now, remember gentlemen, no hands. You have to use your mouths only."

Suddenly, my body was invaded by ten hungry mouths. They sucked and slurped at the fruit and chocolate. My breasts and lower regions were the most sought after areas and soon they were licked clean. It was an incredibly exciting feeling as the ten of them licked every inch of my body. I groaned as someone pressed their tongue deep between my pussy lips to savor every last drop of chocolate they found there. At last the feasting was over, and they all sat back contented. I looked at my body still smeared with chocolate, and around me the table covered in the debris of the meal.

A couple of the guys helped me off the table and passed me some napkins to wipe myself down with. The waiters came back in and began to clean up the table. They also brought in some warm wet towels that they handed to me to clean myself up with. At last I was almost clean, although it would take a shower to get it out of my hair and other more intimate places. When all the cleaning was finished, Rodger called me to take my position next to him. He thanked me for my cooperation and the others joined in with their thanks. The waiters came back in with coffee and brandy but strangely none was placed before me. I looked at Rodger. He smiled. "Sorry," he said, "but I have a little chore for you while we enjoy our coffee. If you would like to get down under the table, you will find there is a job for you to do."

Puzzled, I slipped under the table and I was presented with the sight of ten erect cocks all standing to attention. Each man at the table was holding his cock in his hand. It was an interesting sight. Rodger smiled as he looked down at me. "I think you know what to do with them," he said with a smile.

While the men sat and drank their coffee and Brandy, I slowly went around the table and gave each of them a blow job. As each one came, emptying the contents of his sack into my throat and over my body, I moved on to the next one. Cum ran from my mouth and ran in streams down my body. Some of it mixed in my hair with what was left of the chocolate and ran down my face in brown streams. By the time I reached Rodger, who was to be the last, I was looking a real mess. My body was covered in their ejaculations and I had swallowed so much I was actually beginning to want to throw up.

I finished Rodger and slid back up onto my seat. There was a round of applause for me. Rodger handed me a large brandy and I gulped it down quickly, hoping that it would take some of the taste from my mouth. I reached for the towels I had used earlier and wiped myself down again. I wondered if there were still more degradation to come. Sucking off the ten guys had been more of a chore than a pleasure. But handling all those cocks had aroused me more than I had realised. I now needed to feel one inside me but which one was it going to be?

Rodger solved the problem for me in his usual efficient way. When the two waiters came in to clear away, Rodger gave them a wad of notes as gratuities for their service. He then spoke to them. The guys looked at the money and then at me. Rodger turned to the rest of the group. "We have one more interesting little show for you. I have just made a deal with our two waiters. I think after what we have put her through tonight, our guest of honor needs some relief and I have just arrange for the waiters to provide that service." Rodger took my hand and led me towards the waiters. "She's all yours, gentlemen, give her some action that she'll remember."

The guys all watched as the two waiters quickly stripped off their pants. Then they made me stand bent over with my hands on a chair back, and one of them took me from the rear. I groaned as I felt his hard cock penetrate me and I pushed myself up against him wanting to feel every inch he had to offer deep in my pussy. He was hungry for my body and he did a good job satisfying my lust. When he at last came he moved aside and allowed his friend to take over.

I think the waiters enjoyed themselves putting on the show and I certainly did. They both managed me a couple of times and ended the session with a spit roast, with one thrust into me from the rear while the other thrust his hard cock down my throat. The guys in the group loved this final show and applauded us loudly when we had finished. A quick whip round made sure that the waiters left happy, satisfied both sexually and financially.

Rodger thanked me for my cooperation. He said that my unreserved willingness had made it a memorable night for everyone. As the group said their goodbyes I slipped back into the dress, but I was unable to locate the G-string, which was probably in somebody's pocket as a treasured reminder of the evening. Rodger held my coat for me to slip into, I waved good night to everyone, and like the gentleman he was, escorted me to the door where I found my car waiting. Doug stepped out and shook hands with Rodger. I slid into the back of the car as the two of them stood and chatted.

When Doug joined me I could see he was pleased. "Another very satisfied customer," he said, placing his arm around my shoulders and hugging me against him. "Shall we stop by the apartment?" he said, "Or do you want me to drop you off at home?"

I smiled. "I think I'd like to go to the apartment."

He smiled. "I was hoping you would say that." I snuggled up to him. As we drove he asked me how the night had gone.

"It went fine. Everyone loved the dress or what there was of it," I said with a grin. "The meal was great," I said, and then I went on to tell him about the sweet course.

He laughed. "I would have loved to participate in that."

I told him about the cock sucking. He was interested when I told him that I had managed all ten of them. "And did they all cum in your mouth?" he asked.

"Most of them," I admitted. "I swallowed a lot of cum at first, but after a while, I began spitting it out." He laughed.

We pulled up at the apartment and the driver opened the door for us. Doug told him that he would call when he needed him. In the apartment I threw off the coat and slid out of the dress. Doug looked at my naked body, still showing signs of use, with traces of chocolate and other substances in my hair. He came over and kissed me, then he licked his lips. "You still taste of chocolate," he said with a grin.

I pushed him away. "I need a shower before anything else." He slapped me playfully on my bottom as I turned and made my way to the bathroom. I spent a long time in the shower washing the mess from my hair and body. It seemed to have gotten into every fold and crevice. At last I felt clean again. I dried myself off, tidied my hair, and applied fresh make up. I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look too bad considering what I had been through. There were some red marks on my breasts and a slight bruise on my thigh, not really too bad for all the action I had taken. I took the silk wrap from the hook behind the door and slipped into it. I didn't bother to fasten it as I knew I wouldn't be wearing it for long.

Doug was sitting on the sofa with a glass of whisky when I came in. He looked up and smiled. "My Laura looks more like her usual beautiful self again," he said. I smiled and posed for him with one hand on my hip and the wrap hanging open loosely. He picked up a second glass and I walked over to him, took it from him, sank down beside him, and took a long drink. The smooth taste of the whisky made me gasp.

Doug reached for me. I placed my glass on the small table and then I was in his arms kissing him wildly. He broke away and looked at me. "You are the most beautiful sexy whore I have ever known." I kissed him again and groaned as he began to caress my tender breasts. I pulled on his belt buckle and almost tore open his pants in my eagerness to get my hands around his cock.

At last it was out, standing proud and erect. I ran my hands down it, then my head went down and my lips engulfed it and I sucked it into my throat. As I sucked and worked on his wonderful member the realization came to me that this made twelve different cocks that had been in my mouth that evening. My head bobbed up and down and Doug gripped his fingers in my hair. He tried to hold back but I expertly brought him off, and I tasted once again cum erupting into my throat. This time I drank it down with relish.

Doug pulled me up. "That was fucking sensational," he said. He pulled me to him and we kissed. His tongue dipped into my mouth, and I knew he would be tasting his own cum but he didn't seem to be bothered. We clung to each other savoring the moment. "There's no wonder I get good reports about you," he said smiling.

We lay back together. On the sofa he stroked my body and I worked on his limp cock. I wanted it hard again because now I wanted to feel it inside me. As I lay there slowly stroking his cock back to life, he asked me how I was enjoying working for him. I smiled. "Well, up to now, it's been an interesting experience."

He looked at me as he pulled gently on my extended nipples. I moaned slightly. "Is there any task you won't take on?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know. Why, have you got something in mind for me?" "Maybe," he said. "Maybe, but for the moment, I think you've done a good job down there. Shall we move to the bedroom and do it in comfort?" I nodded. We left the sofa and made our way to the comfort of the bedroom. My pussy was still feeling a little worn from the evening but I lay back and enjoyed the job the Doug did on me and afterwards we fell asleep in each others arms. We stayed in the apartment over night and Doug got up and cooked me breakfast in the morning. I did have to pay for it by opening my legs for him again, but it was a pleasure more than a chore.

After we had showered together Doug told me that I'd better select some underwear from the collection in the bedroom. I thought it was a good idea as I still had nothing but the very revealing dress to wear. We sat and relaxed afterwards and over coffee, Doug told me something about his business and about the clubs he ran, specialist swingers clubs where every sexual taste was provided for.

"Sex is big money these days," he went on to explain, "but it's getting harder for some people to indulge their fantasies. There's always someone about to report their going on. I provide a secure environment with high security and a very strict membership criteria. It is harder to get in one of my places than it is to get in 10 Downing Street."

I looked at him. "Would I be allowed in?"

He smiled. "That depends on whether you were an invited guest or there as an employee."

"Do you employ ladies with my personal skills in your clubs?"

He smiled. "Yes, I do, and I think you would be in invaluable addition. You have all the attributes I require from an employee. My clients like women of your age. At thirty, women are more controlled about there sexuality. They give themselves more willingly. They are a little more mature in their ways and comfortable with their bodies."

I smiled and squeezed his hand. "You will have to take me there sometime. It sounds an interesting place."

"How about tonight?" he asked. "I'll pick you up about 8."

I nodded, a little surprised by his eagerness. "No time like the present." I said.

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