Paying For A Night Of Lust

Foreword

This story grew from an interaction here on Lit between me and @CWinWI. Apart from agreeing on how I would start the story, the twists and turns of the plot were not planned between us so as we interacted, we were both presented with surprises to which we had to respond. On a couple of occasions I found myself outside my comfort zone when furthering the plot. I have said more in an afterword at the end of the story to avoid spoiling your read. Enjoy and let me or @CNinWi know what you thought, did or are going to do after reading the story. Feedback is always delicious and please remember to vote or comment.

Damn, I was wasted. I probably looked that way too. To make matters worse the lights were on, so you were probably at home waiting up for me. This was going to be difficult to explain. My stockings were holed at the knees, I could not find my knickers, my lipstick was smudged and clearly, my tits had been quickly stuffed back into my bra. Oh well, I'd better be prepared for the slut-shaming I was going to get when you saw me.

I put my key in the lock but you pulled the door open and I stumbled inside holding my key in my hand. You were not happy.

You pushed me down on the couch and I slouched back into it, my legs splayed apart. My short leatherette skirt never covered much but now standing over me you could see I had no knickers on.

"And where are your panties, may I ask?" You demanded menacingly.

This was not going well for me, but I could never lie to you.

"I, I lost them", I stammered.

"Lie! Now the truth", you spat out at me.

Pathetically, I confessed, "I think I saw someone take them as a souvenir."

This was essentially true as I vaguely recalled I may have offered them to someone at some point in the evening to wipe his cum from my face.

You said nothing for a moment, but I saw your eyes were fixed on my exposed and raw cunt, my labia probably still blood-engorged from their treatment that evening.

"And what is that?", you shouted.

I knew immediately what you could see. A slow stream of fresh cum was leaking from my cunt and running down my inner thigh onto the couch. l did not need to look, I could feel the wet stream as it was cooling on my skin.

"Oh, I am so, so sorry. I knew I was late and that you would be angry. I grabbed the first limo outside the restaurant that I could find. I didn't realise the driver was not with Uber. He wanted cash, and I had none. So, I offered to pay some other way. Please don't be mad at me", I pleaded.

"I suspected you were cheating on me for months, you fucking slut, but I could never prove it. You always managed to cover your tracks, until tonight. You're so stinking drunk you didn't think I'd catch you. I'm not buying that story about you fucking with the limo driver."

"Why would someone take your panties, unless you took them off?"

"I should pimp you out. You can't cook; you don't clean. All you do is sit on the phone and watch TV. Our house is a mess. If I'd pimp you out, I could make money off that ass of yours, then I could hire a housekeeper to clean up this pigsty."

I had nothing to say and you just stared at me.

"You know the more I think about it, the better I like it."

"You're still good-looking, got a nice body, friendly personality. You fuck better than any woman I've been with and give great head and take it up the ass. I know guys that would kill to sleep with you. So many guys I work with tell me their wives are great cooks, and their houses are immaculate, but their wives suck in bed, and not in a good way. They won't suck their dicks, and the ones that do won't swallow and won't even let them think about fucking them in the ass."

"Yeah, yeah that's not a bad idea. Pimping you out. I could make a lot of money off that ass of yours. You wouldn't mind since you're a fucking whore already."

"You're right", I yelled out at you.

"I would love to be with other men. Maybe one of your friends has a decent size dick and really knows how to use it! The only thing you know how to do is eat pussy. You eat pussy like a lesbian, but I want more. I want a guy to fuck me until my pussy is dry from having too many orgasms. I want to be fucked in the ass hard!"

"I want to feel a cock ramming into me like a jack hammer. I want to suck a cock so big I can't deep-throat it. I want to have my mouth filled with so much cum I can't swallow it all."

"So,................. it's settled then. I'll make a few phone calls."

Not believing my luck at getting off so lightly, just a tongue lashing, not a real lashing I got off the couch and knelt in front of you.

"You'd do that for me?"

I looked up at you, unbuckling your belt, undoing your pants and pulling them down to your ankles. You stepped out of the one side and spread your legs apart, allowing me to grab your flaccid cock and start stroking it. I leant forward to lick the head. Despite your anger, I knew the sight of me so dishevelled with a cunt still leaking the cum of probably more than one man had aroused you. Soon your cock was rock hard and oozing pre-cum onto my tongue.

"Oh, I love your cock", I whispered as I licked the shaft from your balls to the tip. Up and down, up and down as I would a dripping ice cream cone.

"I thought you said my dick was small?"

"I just said that to piss you off, you know I love your cock. It fits perfectly inside my mouth."

I lifted myself on my knees to take the whole length of your cock in my mouth.

"Mmm, mmm", I mumbled as I deep-throated you.

I stopped and pulled your cock out of my mouth, still stroking it and asked, "Were you serious about calling your friends?"

"We could use the money."

"You would do that?" I asked.

"For you, anything babe."

I thrust down again on your cock, taking it deep in my throat to show my gratitude. You grabbed my tangled hair and began mouth fucking me.

"How many times did you do this tonight, slag? Well here is your last load of the evening!"

With those words, you held my face hard against your crotch and pulsed the entire contents of your cum filled balls into my mouth. With my mouth full of cock I gagged a good proportion out from my mouth where it gathered in an expanding pool on my thighs.

I relaxed back, secretly thinking that I had managed to finesse the end of a great night out pretty well.

I gently caressed your wilting cock as you reached for your mobile.

"Is there anybody in particular you'd like me to call?"

"Well,.................I do like your friend Jerry."

"You want me to call him baby?"

"Yeah, yeah, would you do that? "

"Let me call him and see if he's interested."

"Hi Jerry, this is Chester. My wife and I are having money problems. I was wondering if you.... you'd be interested in sleeping with Paula. Helping us out financially."

"You would? That's great."

"Are you available tonight?"

"Oh,....... how about tomorrow then?"

"OK, we'll see you about 7 P.M. Great."

"Oh, and bring some cash"

"I can't believe you actually did that."

"Well,....... you said you would."

"Having second thoughts?"

"No,...... are you?"

"No. Just make sure you fuck his lights out. He'll pay more if he gets the fuck of his life."

"When I get done with him, he'll empty his bank account."

At 6 P.M. the next evening I got out of the tub. I had been soaking in the bath with orange-scented bath oils, so my skin was nice and soft. I had my pussy waxed that morning so it was silky smooth. Everything was perfect. Clean crisp sheets on the bed and you had adjusted the lighting to a perfect soft dim level.

As we stood in the bedroom checking everything was ready. You turned to me and said, "He'll be here in a few minutes. All I have to do now is tie you down."

"Tie me down?" I asked.

"Jerry always told me his number one fantasy is to walk into a bedroom and find a beautiful woman tied down."

"Oh kinky, I love it."

"Do we have rope?"

"I took care of that while you were in the tub. That's the advantage of a four-poster bed.

I got on the bed and raised my arms over my head, and you attached my wrists with a soft yarn like cord. Then you had me lift my ass up and you put a pillow under it. You then pushed my legs apart, tying my ankles with the same soft cord. I was spreadeagled on the bed with the pillow rotating my hips just enough to make both my pussy and my butt easily accessible.

"Perfect," you murmured.

"Oh,............ by the way. I didn't call Jerry Owens."

"Who did you call?"

"I called Jerry Grabble."

"Who is Jerry Grabble?"

"He's the guy that weighs about 350 lbs and never showers. You say you want to vomit every time he hugs you. His breath is like rotting flesh."

"You didn't", I yell out.

"Oh,....... but I did."

Ding Dong.

"No, no. That was not the deal."

"Oh, but it was. You were the one who said you wanted a dick so thick and long to fuck your cunt until it was dry from having so many orgasms. You were the one who wanted your mouth filled with so much cum it overflowed down your chin. Well now is your chance. Have you seen the size of his hands and those big fleshy fingers? Just imagine the size of his dick."

"I am going to let him in, so get yourself ready and remember we are doing this for the money so whore it up like a good slut for the man."

You left the room, and I pulled and tugged at my bonds, but you had tied them tight, and I could not even wriggle off the pillow under my butt.

It was too late. You opened the door, and you walked in with Jerry. He looked as if he had come straight from work, in jeans that had not been washed for weeks, a sweat-stained t-shirt and his massive hands were still oily with dirt under his fingernails. He had three days stubble on his chin and dark black greasy hair covered his bare arms and sprouted from the neck of his t-shirt. He lifted the front of his t-shirt to scratch his navel, revealing a huge hairy belly as his eyes devoured my naked body rather as a lion might look at an antelope.

"There we are Jerry, my slut-whore wife and her juicy cunt are ready for you and have been waiting for this all day. She is the best lay I have ever had, gives incredible head, will deep throat a stallion and takes it up the ass like a crack-whore in need of a fix."

'This is going to cost you though as we are a little short. I am charging based on the number of holes you use and how often, so I am going to stay in the room to see what you do. It is going to cost you $50 for her to take your cock in her mouth, $100 for a fuck, $150 to fuck her in the ass. If you repeat anything you have to pay again. I am doing this for the money and she needs it too so she is not going to complain."

Jerry replied quickly, handing over a $300 "A deal then."

I gasped and silently said a prayer.

"Let's see what the slut is made of."

He stood beside the bed grabbed one of my breasts with a greasy hand, twisted it roughly before pulling hard on my nipple. The pain was worse than I expected, and my tit was now greasy from where he had grabbed it. I squirmed under his touch.

"Hmm, is she wet like a good whore should be?" I was spreadeagled on the bed and my freshly waxed cunt was pushed up and completely exposed to his fearsome gaze.

He pulled my already spreadeagled thighs apart with one hand and jammed two grubby greasy fingers into my cunt. He twisted them deep, right up to the knuckle. Jesus, if his fingers were so big, I was dreading seeing the man's cock. He pulled his two fingers out, sniffed at them and then shoved them past my lips into my mouth.

"Suck your juice off them bitch. You are not wet enough for me, but I can work on that."

He moved to the top of the bed and began to undo his greasy belt. He pushed his filthy jeans down to his ankles. He wore no underwear, and his flaccid dick hung free. I doubt he had showered that week, and his lower belly was a mass of black manky-looking hair that had never been trimmed. But more terrifying was his massive dick, even flaccid. It was the size of a child's forearm, and the helmet was probably the size of my fist.

I looked across the room at you in terror. You glared at me and shook your head. I was not going to get any help or be rescued by you; that was clear.

He twisted my face around so that I faced his side of the bed, took his disgusting weapon in his hand and pushed it into my mouth.

"Suck bitch! I want to get hard and I want my dick to be soaked and wet with your saliva and then I am going to stretch that pretty little cunt of yours so wide that every step you take for weeks will remind you of me."

I gagged as the sweaty fleshy cock began to grow in my mouth. It tasted of stale piss and sweat. Under the rim of his helmet there was a ring of stale smegma that was mixing with my saliva and filling my mouth with a flavour of old sour milk I wanted to vomit but he was not going to remove it from my mouth, and I had no alternative but to accept its presence and try to breathe. It was growing fast in length and girth, and it was all I could do not to gag as he began to push it further into my throat. Just so that I could breathe I had to pull back which, of course, had the effect of massaging the shaft of this monster. It only encouraged him, and he began to piston his now erect monster dick in and out of my mouth.

"I am going to untie the bitch", he said to you.

You nodded and pulling his dick from my mouth Jerry released my arms. I sighed in relief at the freedom, but no sooner could I move than he twisted my body so that my head hung over the side of the bed.

Oh God, the man was going to deep-throat me!

I struggled as much as I could with my legs still spreadeagled, but he easily pushed me onto the bed with a greasy hand pushing on my boobs. I gasped for breath, and he took the opportunity to re-insert his massive thick long foul flavoured cock in my mouth. I was deep-throating him involuntarily and I gagged. With nowhere else to go my slime and saliva began running out of my nose.

The man was choking me with his monster dick and my first instincts were to try to finish him off quickly or at least get him to the point that he would put the disgusting thing anywhere other than my mouth. So, I arched my neck giving his monster a straight run down my throat as he thrust in and out. On his out-strokes, I inhaled quickly which unfortunately meant at the same time I was unable to prevent myself from swallowing the fluid leaking from the head of his dick tasting disgustingly of his smegma, piss and sweat. In my head, I hated this, but my body was beginning to betray me. I hate to say it, but we were beginning to develop a rhythm, me out of necessity and him from his clear disgusting enjoyment.

"This whore can give head better than any slut I know."

A compliment I would rather not have received. I was getting used to his thrusting and the worst of the sweat and piss on his dick had been washed off. The taste and stickiness of smegma was being replaced by the smoother saltier taste of his pre-cum. Despite myself, I could feel my body responding to his assault. My cunt was tingling, and I could feel the wetness of my juices beginning to flow.

Without slowing his assault on my throat, he put one huge hand to my cunt, pulling my labia apart and repeated his earlier insertion of two greasy fingers in my cunt. This time I knew his fingers would come out smothered in my cunt juices.

He smiled, "I knew she was nothing but a cum bucket whore wife. Her cunt is soaking"

Thankfully, he pulled back from my mouth and stepped back. He pulled off his jeans and shoes, and dressed only in his sweat-stained t-shirt he climbed onto the bed and knelt between my spreadeagled legs. He slapped his monster of a dick, covered with my throat slime and saliva, against my freshly waxed sex mound. It made a messy wet slap. The weight of it felt enormous.

I thought, "I am not having him push that in my cunt in one go."

I must control this, so I reached down and for the first time took his dick in my hand, or should I say hands. It was so thick I could not close my fist and it was long enough for me to grab it in a two-handed grip.

Fuck me, how was I going to take that inside me.

I fucking hate you. Sitting there in the corner of the bedroom and, fuck me, you've got your pants around your ankles, and you are stroking your fucking dick! I am tied to the bed, you fucker, with this greasy piece of shit, Jerry, about to stick his filthy dick into my cunt or heaven forbid my ass.

Jerry's dick was huge. My two-handed grip still left his purple helmet rearing up out of my fists. At least it was no longer deep in my throat but I now faced the problem of how to accommodate the monster in my cunt! The man was a disgusting 350lbs of greasy, black hair covered blubbery flesh, unwashed and smelling of a mix of engine oil and body odour. The last thing i wanted was him on top of me. With my legs tied, spreadeagled to the bed, that, however, was what I saw in my immediate future.

I looked over to you, "Stop jerking yourself off and untie my legs. The man wants his money's worth here and I need to be able to move."

The last thing on my mind was giving Jerry any value for money but I wanted to have at least some control over my situation.

"Untie her Jerry, She's more fun when she's fighting back."

Jerry grunted his agreement and swiftly untied my ankle restraints.

I am not one to lie back and take what is offered, preferring to control whatever is happening. Even in this dire situation I was determined to exert some control of this disgusting lump of blubber and his monster dick.

"You want to see how a real whore can fuck? On you back motherfucker, I am going to ride your fucking cock dry."

No man I know can resist talk like that. He smiled, wiped his lips with the back of his hand and rolled over on his back. I straddled his legs and sat on his thighs with a hard slap. My body was betraying me again as the top of my thighs were wet with cunt juice and the slap gave that particular game away.

"Oh, the slut is getting dick-hungry!"

I grasped his rock-hard dick and wiped the copious amounts of pre-cum off his helmet and spread it down his shaft to mingle with my saliva and throat slime.

To be honest this was my way of controlling his weapon inside my cunt. I could control his thrusts from this position on top of him and hopefully prevent him from destroying my sex. I lifted myself on my knees, and with one hand guided his slimy purple monster helmet to rest pushing on my cunt lips and entrance to my cunt. I held the base of his dick in my fist. I did not want, and probably could not take his massive girth and length in my cunt and did not want to hurt myself either. I lowered myself onto his shaft. The stretch I felt as that shaft disappeared an inch at a time up into the tunnel of my cunt was like nothing I could remember. I wondered if childbirth was that painful, but I felt filled like never before. I thought my skin would tear, but I realised I had managed to accommodate his rock-hard rod completely as I felt the slap of his balls against my butt.

I glared over my shoulder at you, still stroking your dick, with a stupid grin on your face, obviously enjoying my struggle with accommodating the only impressive part of Jerry's entire stinking body.

"Fuck you," I thought, "I'll give you something to wank about there in the corner, you sad apology for a husband."

Jerry, I was not interested in, his man-meat, however, was very impressive. I began to slide up and down the pole in my cunt and felt my juices begin to flow in response to the friction against the stretched walls of my cunt. Jerry was also reacting to my tight grip on his dick and began to hip thrust in time with my sliding up and down his shaft. He reached up two dirty hands and grasped a tit in each. He began alternately squeezing my breasts and pulling hard on my nipples. It was unwanted, but his attention to my nipples made them harden and stand out from my tits and each pull he gave sent a tingle through my stomach to my clit.