by MIMI WILDE
He laughed again and put his hand on Hope’s bare knee. Her first instinct was to rip claw his hand away, but she saw her husband shake his head. He wanted her to let the disgusting pig paw her. She remained still. If it was what he wanted?
“How much do you charge, Candy?” Ed said.
“She’s extremely expensive,” Thad said.
“I just bet she is,” Ed said.
The waiter brought their drinks and they all ordered supper. Hope ordered a salad. She didn’t think she was going to have much an appetite, especially with Ed’s pudgy fingers squeezing her bare leg up above her knee. She did gulp her drink down and ordered another quickly. She saw Gloria doing the same.
She was right about her dinner. She barely touched it. Neither did Gloria. Ed ate like a famished lumberjack and by the time the meal was done, he was still trying to worm his hand between her legs. She kept them locked firmly together.
“I’ll tell you, Thad,” Ed said. “This new contract is going to be big. Really big. It’s the kind of money we both need. How about you let me take this sweet little piece for myself tonight.”
“Ed,” Gloria said.
Thad shook his head violently.
“No, Ed. She’s mine tonight. Maybe I’ll give you her number later.”
“Oh, I understand,” Ed said unhappily. “Gloria, baby, it looks like it’s going to be you and me tonight.”
Gloria did not look all that happy.
“You could at least let me offer you two a ride in my new limousine,” Ed said
“I was going to take Candy back to my apartment after dinner,” Thad said. “I have my car here.’
“I just bet you were,” Ed said. “Well, then let me give Candy a ride to your apartment. My driver will follow you to the apartment. Just let Candy check out my limousine for future reference.”
Hope did not want to ride in a limousine with Ed, not even for a short distance. It appeared as if Thad didn’t like the idea either, but Ed kept insisting.
“Ok,” Thad said. “But remember. She’s my date for the evening.”
“Oh, I won’t forget, “Ed promised and winked.
Thad had thrown down the gauntlet and she had no choice. Thad looked as if he half-expected her to refuse. Maybe he wanted her to refuse. Surely he realized she was not going to escape the back seat of Ed’s limousine pure and innocent. Hell, the man had already tried to get his hand between her legs while they were eating.
She wanted to refuse. Every fiber of her being wanted to refuse. Instead, she allowed Ed to take her arm and propel her out of the restaurant to the waiting limousine. Gloria followed along behind like a puppy trailing behind her master. There was no spirit in Gloria. Hope could well imagine her obeying Ed’s every command.
But she was no better. She slipped into the back of the limousine on one side of Ed while Gloria got in the other. Immediately Ed reached for her. She struggled against him, trying to avoid his kiss. He pinned her against the door and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She pushed against his chest and finally freed herself.
“Relax, baby,” Ed said. “I know you’re Thad’s date. Just sampling the merchandise.”
“No pay, no play,” she said.
“How about if I pay you for a little something extra? Thad will never have to know.”
“That would be unethical,” she said sweetly.
Ed laughed harshly. “A whore with ethics. Damn, now I’ve seen everything.”
With one woman refusing, Ed suddenly remembered he still had another and he turned to Gloria. Gloria gasped as he put his hands on her shoulders and then lowered them to grasp the thin straps of her gown. He peeled them down to let her plump breasts fall out. He evidently didn’t care about the driver or anyone else watching.
“You still got pretty nice tits, Gloria,” he said.
He bent his head and kissed her nipple and then took it between his teeth and tugged. He bit down a little hard and she gasped. His other hand cupped her free breast and he squeezed it as hard as he could.
“Oh,” Gloria moaned.
Hope felt a stirring between her legs and she closed her legs tightly together. In all her life she had never dreamed she would be in a situation like this. She had refused to watch Thad’s porn movies, but this was a porn movie in real life.
“Pull your dress up,” Ed told Gloria.
With no other option but obedience, Gloria pulled her skirt up to her waist. One of his hands went between her legs and he jerked at her panties. They ripped away in his fingers and he drove two thick fingers savagely into her pussy. Gloria got a funny look on her face. She seemed embarrassed and turned on at the same time. In a moment she opened her legs and let his fat fingers slide in a little more.
“Oh,” Gloria said softly.
“That’s right, Gloria, fuck those fingers,” Ed said.
Gloria didn’t need to be told to fuck his fingers. She squirmed all over the car seat, her juices wetting his fingers and the seat. The car began to smell of sex. She humped his fingers a little faster and thought she might come, but then he roughly jerked his fingers out of her.
“Suck these, Gloria,” Ed said.
A sad, sick expression came over Gloria’s face, but she obediently opened her mouth and sucked on his fingers. Ed laughed again and pulled his fingers out of her mouth. Somehow Hope sensed that Gloria was enjoying the treatment a lot more than she showed.
“Now suck on this,” Ed said.
He unzipped his pants and pulled the buckle apart. Lifting up, he peeled his pants and shorts down to his knees to release his fat, angry red cock. He grabbed the back of Gloria’s head and pulled her forcefully into his lap.
“Suck on it, babe,” he said.
Her mouth made a wet sound as she sucked it into her lips. He didn’t have to direct her. She had evidently done it enough to know what he liked. He kept his hand slightly on the back of her head, a big grin on his face, as she bobbed her head.
“Kiss me, Candy,” he said.
Hope shook her head.
“Come on, Candy. Just a little kiss. Just to get me off.”
Hope wasn’t sure why she did it. She disliked Ed. But there was something exciting about the situation. And as Gloria sucked him, bobbing her head, and slathering his cock with her tongue, Hope leaned over to kiss him. Their tongues touched. His free hand reached for her breast, but she quickly twisted away.
“No touching,” she said.
“Then show them to me,” he said. “I’ll give you a thousand dollars if you just show them to me. I won’t touch. Promise.”
He gripped the back of Gloria’s head and his hips lifted off the limousine seat as he drove his prick into her mouth. He reached into his pocket and took out his wallet. With Gloria’s head still bobbing on his cock, he counted out the money. A thousand dollars on the seat beside them. A thousand dollars just to look at her breasts.
“Please show me your tits,” Ed groaned.
He was very close. His hips moved faster. Gloria was making gagging sounds. A surge of excitement went through Hope. She reached up and peeled her dress down. Her breasts popped free. Ed made a sound that was both astonished and excited and he came in Gloria’s mouth.
Gloria choked on the sudden spurts of cum, but Ed kept her head pressed down until she had managed to swallow all of his cum.
Hope pulled her dress back up and took the money.
Thad was waiting impatiently as the limousine pulled into the curb in front of the apartment. Hope gave him a glimpse of plenty of thigh as she got out of the car. Ed started to follow her out of the car, but Thad blocked his exit.
“Good night, Ed,” Thad said.
Ed got the message and he grinned. “Good night, Thad. Enjoy yourself.”
That took her by her arm and walked her up the steps to the apartment. His grip was a little tight. As soon as they were inside the room, he pulled her around to face him. His face was red. She realized that it might have been his idea for her to ride
with Ed, he was jealous.
“So what did he do?”
“Not very much,” she said.
“Not very much,” he said. “What the hell did he do?”
She told him everything. She thought he would get angrier when she told him about showing her breasts for a thousand dollars, but it actually seemed to calm him down.
“You really took the money,” Thad said.
“Yes.”
“Serves the bastard right.”
“So you’re not angry?”
“He thought you were a whore. He treated you like one. Damn, you do look hot.”
“You like?”
“Turn around for me,” he said.
He sat on the edge of the bed and watched her turn. He whistled softly. He leaned back on his elbows.
“I think you owe me one,” he said. “Candy.”
She smiled as dropped down to her knees in front of him. She pushed his legs apart. The heavy bulge in his pants was obvious. She traced the length of it with her fingertips. His cock felt hot even though the material of his pants. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against him. He groaned a little. She moved her lips the length of him in the same way she had used her fingers. He put one hand on the back of her head.
Her heart beat rapidly. Now she was faced with either put-up or shut-up. He wanted his blow-job. She had tasted him, but he had never actually come in her mouth before. What would it feel like? The sounds of Gloria gagging on Ed’s cock were still fresh in her ears.
“Come on, whore,” he said. “Take it out. What the fuck are you getting paid for?”
Her husband was getting into the spirit. He was thinking of her as a whore. Well, wasn’t that what she wanted? Trembling a little, she pulled down his zipper. She slipped her hand inside the opening and found his cock bunched against his shorts. Lord, it felt hot. She traced the length with her fingers again. He shivered a little. Her fingers went under his shorts and stroked his heavy balls.
“Come on, take it out, you bitch,” he groaned. “Don’t tease me.”
He was getting rougher as he got excited. She knew she was unleashing the beast in her husband, but if this was what he needed. Thad had grown up a civilized yuppie, son of civilized parents. There were rules, standards. One did not behave like a savage. And yet sometimes he needed to behave like a savage and the need had driven him into the arms of plump, sad little Missy. Hope was determined that would never happen again. She wanted to be everything to Thad even if it meant becoming a savage herself.
She pulled his shorts out of the way and she eased his cock out of the opening. Thad had lost patience and he quickly undid his belt and pulled it apart. Then jerked his trousers and his shorts down to his knees so she had easy access to his prick.
“Suck that, bitch,” he said.
Moving on her knees, she drew closer to him. She wrapped her fingers around his staff and lowered her head to lick just the tip. Her tongue pushed at the tiny hole on the end and she tasted a little of his cream. Opening her mouth wide, she took his throbbing cock over her tongue and slowly into the back of her throat. She took him deep enough to gag and then she drew back. She did it again, slowly, swirling her tongue around his flesh as much as she could.
Her one desire was that he should enjoy this as much as he had ever enjoyed anything. She would prove she could be as slutty as Missy ever could.
He seemed to be enjoying it. He put his hand on her shoulder and then down her front to squeeze her breast.
She drew back. “Do you want me to take my top off?” She asked.
“Damn fucking right,” he said.
She quickly peeled off her top and her push-up bra and this time his hand squeezed her naked breast as she bent to suck him. She sucked him deep into her throat and left him there for a moment. His fat cock head throbbed against her tongue. More of his cum leaked into her mouth, making a frothy mixture of cum and saliva.
She drew her head back, swallowed to clear her throat and then took his prick back between her legs. His excitement was growing. His fingers played with her nipple and his hips bucked up as he tried to ram more of his cock into her mouth. She took a deep breath and went down on him again, forcing his cock deep into her throat. She gagged but she forced herself to relax and she took him even further. Nearly there, nearly to his balls, she took one more breath. Tears stung her eyes. She wasn’t going to give up. She forced her head down, finally taking his cock all the way to his balls.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Fucking hell.”
She kept his prick deep for as long as she could and then she drew back. More of his cream filled her mouth, enough so that she had to swallow twice to get her breath. She wiped the tears from her eyes and bent to her task once again. But her husband had been teased enough, and he was beyond control. He wanted satisfaction.
She no longer had to do anything because he grabbed the back of her head and he began to violently mouth-fuck her just a she had seen Gloria mouth-fucked. He gave her no mercy. His prick felt so big and hard, and she thought he was going to ram it down her throat and into her stomach. She was afraid but she didn’t resist.
She wanted him satisfied.
She wanted him to do whatever he wanted.
Savagely fucking her throat, he grabbed both sides of her head. Caught in his merciless grip, there was nothing she could do but go along. His prick choked her several times and she was desperately trying to get her breath as he rammed into her mouth. She sensed he was reaching the place of no return and she started quickly swallowing to clear away his cum for what was to come. The frothy mixture started bubbling out of her lips and wetting her chin.
“Fuck, you whore,” he groaned. “You sweet fucking whore. Have a big mouthful.”
And he gave her a big mouthful, sliding into her deep a last time and exploding in all directions at once. She tried, but there was no way she could contain all his cum. Her mouth was already coated with thick cream, and now his eruption added layers to it.
It spilled out of her mouth to her breasts. It wet her neck and chin. She swallowed what felt like a gallon but it was still exploding from the end of his cock when she frantically drew her head back to breathe. The rest of it coated her face in thick droplets that ran down her cheeks, and got up her nose. Some landed in her hair. She didn’t think he was ever going to stop coming.
Finally, he gave one last groan and his cock stopped spurting. She still held him between her lips as he dribbled onto her tongue. He finally reached down and pulled her head away.
“I’m getting sensitive there, sweet stuff,” he said.
With her lips, face and hair covered with his cream, she looked up and sheepishly said. “Did I do it, okay?”
“You were incredible,” he said.
“Better than Missy,” she said.
“You’re damn right,” he said.
She smiled up at him, happy all over that he had pleased him.
5.
Two days later, Thad called Candy for lunch at a sandwich shop near Thad’s office. Hope wore a black miniskirt and a clinging white top without a bra. She wore her black wig and again her lipstick was a little redder shade than normal. She wore red six-inch stiletto heels. She knew she definitely looked like a working girl and when she sat, her short skirt came way up above her knees and every male eye in the place ogled her.
“You could get arrested in that skirt, Hope,” Thad said.
“You’re confusing me with your wife,” she said. “I’m Candy.”
Thad licked his lips. He ordered for both of them and Hope surprisingly found herself enjoying the flirtatious looks she was getting. There were a few looks of disgust from women, but she didn’t mind. The waiter brought their meal and he lingered around a little longer than necessary, trying to look down her top.
It sent shivers through Hope. Putting herself on display had some erotic benefits.
“So what are you doing the rest of the day?” Thad asked.
“I’ll proba
bly turn back into a boring housewife,” she said.
“Do you change in a phone booth?” He teased her.
She laughed as she envisioned herself as Candy rushing into a phone booth like superman and appearing a moment later as Hope.
“There are no more phone booths,” she said sadly, “so I guess I’ll have to use the apartment.”
“I wish I had time to back to the apartment with you right now,” he said. “But it’s going to be a busy day.”
“Not even for a quickie,” she said.
He looked surprised.
Hope reached across the table and took his hand. “Thad, this isn’t going to work until you really thought thinking of me as Candy. I’m not your wife. I’m your whore. I’m here to do anything that pleases you. Now tell me truthfully. Haven’t you ever wanted to fuck a whore from behind while she’s wearing six inch heels? Doesn’t it excite you to know you can stick your cock into me whenever and wherever you like?’
He turned a little a little pale. Under the table she put her hand on his knee and squeezed. Watching his face, she ran her fingertips up the inside of his thigh and touched his cock. He was getting hard as she expected.
“I’ll do what you want, Thad,’ she said “Haven’t I proved it?”
“Yes,” Thad said.
“So do you want that quickie?” She asked breathlessly.
He shook his head. “I don’t have time.”
“I can blow you in your car,” she said.
“Oh damn,” he said. “I’m going to be late getting back from lunch and late for my important.”
“So a blowjob in your car?”
“No,” he said. “I have a better idea. I hope you mean it when you said you’d do anything.”
“I promise I do,” she said.
They finished their lunch with the waiter coming back a couple more times to try and look down her blouse. Outside Thad took her arm and walked her in a different direction from the parking lot. Around the next corner was a dingy little place that had once been a restaurant and was now a bar featuring topless dancers.
“Missy brought me here once,” Thad said.
Hope didn’t like the idea of his being here with his mistress, but she didn’t protest as he pushed open the door and they entered. It was dark and dreary looking. It looked kind of sad. They sat in a back corner. The place was nearly empty. A waitress brought them two beers without being asked. The beers were warm.