The Life of a Prostitute

by Doris Joe

  As we walked along the broadest, most direct woodland path, Melanie released our arms and began unbuttoning the front of her flowing summer dress. She first worked her way up the buttons below her belt until they were all undone and her long, luscious legs were kicking through the resulting slit with each long stride of her high heeled sandals, revealing glimpses of white stocking tops, garters and honey-gold tanned thighs. Then she worked her way down the bodice, releasing the remaining buttons above the belt line. When they were all undone, she trotted a few paces ahead of us, then turned to face us, now trotting backwards, and yanked the top half of her dress wide open, flashing us both with her succulent tits, laughing, and jiggling them with both hands. Her large, brownish-pink nipples were rigid and sticking out like the knobs on an old radio, just waiting to be twiddled. My lovely wife was obviously extremely horny!

  Giggling, she spun on her high heels, trotted a few more paces, then flipped the hem of her dress up above her waist and held it there as she ran, giving Andy and I a terrific view of her bare, world-class ass, long stocking-clad legs and garters. After maybe twenty paces she stopped, spread her legs wide apart, bent from the waist and grabbed her ankles, showing us a great rear view of pussy and ass this time.

  She then stood, turned to face us and lifted the front of her dress above her waist, flashing us a full frontal, tits out, pussy out, her pubic hair displayed in its summer trim, a narrow band of almost black, silky hair, no more than half an inch wide down either side of her vaginal lips, shaved to a point above her clitoris.

  “Christ all fucking mighty, that's beautiful,” Andy gasped at my side.

  “Ain't it, though?” I breathed back.

  Laughing, Melanie walked back to us, stepped up so close to Andy that her nipples were brushing against his shirt, and demanded, “You like?”

  “God, yes,” Andy gasped. Melanie stepped even closer, flattening herself against him. “You want some?” she asked, taking his right hand and placing it on her left breast. Andy automatically grasped it and rolled her stiff nipple between his fingers.

  “Please,” he managed to get out as Mel cupped his package in her hand.

  “Then follow me,” Mel instructed. She then trotted across an ornamental bridge and ducked around behind the bandstand, where there was a circular shrubbery, a circle of ten-foot-high lilacs surrounding a grassy area maybe twenty feet across, with a narrow gap through the lilacs on the pond side to permit entry. Inside, off to the left, was a large redwood picnic table, which Melanie made a beeline for. The table and the immediate area surrounding it were completely concealed from the outside by the surrounding shrubbery, creating an ideal private hideaway in the public park.

  “Mel likes to get done over and on picnic tables,” I said to Andy by way of explanation.

  “Mel likes to get done over and on all kinds of tables,” my wife shot back over her shoulder.

  “You mean.. ?” Andy asked.

  “Yep. I think you are about to get the Melanie world tour,” I replied.

  “The deluxe version,” Mel confirmed as she waved us over to the table. Andy looked like he couldn't believe his luck. Who could blame him? I mean, how often do you get propositioned by a gorgeous, sexy woman who looks like a super-model, only better and clearly wants nothing more than to get screwed brainless? Yes, that was a rhetorical question.

  With the three of us grouped next to the table, Melanie first unzipped Andy's fly, undid the button at the top of his pants and slid the sides of his pants back along the belt loops until the fly was spread wide with the pants still held up by his belt. Then she worked the waistband of his underpants down below his scrotum and flopped his dick out into her hand. It was as rigid as an iron bar. She then did the same thing for me. I also had major wood.

  Looking at Andy she explained. “This way, if the cops show up, all you have to do is zip up.”

  “Got it,” he affirmed. His breathing was decidedly ragged.

  Melanie bent from the waist to suck his cock briefly, then turned to me and sucked mine for a similar period of time, before standing back upright.

  “Sit here,” Melanie ordered, patting the end of the picnic table. Andy complied quickly. “Now,” Mel said. “I'm going to suck you off first, because I want to see what you taste like. Nick is going to fuck me while I do that. Later, you can fuck me while Nick fucks my face. Does that sound good?”

  “Hell yes,” Andy agreed eagerly. “Do you swallow?”

  “Of course I do. That's the whole point.”

  “My wife enjoys what she calls semen cocktails,” I elaborated.

  “Great!” Andy enthused.

  “Do you like anal?” Melanie asked, licking her lips lasciviously.

  “Never tried it,” Andy admitted.

  “Would you like to?” Mel offered.

  “Hell yes,” Andy said again.

  “Good. I have just started taking it in the ass and I've found that I really like it. So, you can have my ass as the grand finale.” my slut wife promised, winking at me. So saying, she bent from the waist, flipped her dress up round her waist again to give me access, scooped up Andy's slightly larger than average cock in her left hand and went down on him. Her cheeks hollowed out as she applied suction and her lip-sticked lips began sliding up and down the shaft of his cock.

  Andy leaned back on his arms and closed his eyes, looking like he had died and gone to heaven. I stepped up behind my wife, between her wide-spread legs, admiring those elegant, white seamed stocking-clad lengths as I did so, and slipped my swollen eleven inches of straining meat into her already wet pussy.

  Watching my wife suck another man's cock while I fuck her brains out is a huge turn-on for me. As I slammed in and out of Mel's capacious, slippery-when-wet pussy she was jerking Andy off with her right hand while sucking on his cock so energetically that it looked like she was trying to suck his balls out through his dick. She would pause periodically to run her tongue around the rim of his penis, then gobble him back down again. When I reached the point where I was delivering full length, full power thrusts into her pussy at high speed, causing her to stagger on her high heels, Mel released her grip on Andy's cock, placed both hands on his thighs to steady herself and began swallowing his dick right down to his balls, driving it deep into her mouth and throat. Her head was bobbing up and down like one of those nodding dogs you see in the back windows of some peoples' cars. Andy began groaning with pleasure.

  Andy came before I did, and when he did he went off like a busted water main. Melanie swallowed and swallowed and swallowed some more. I ejaculated deep inside her pussy simultaneously with her taking her last gulp of Andy's seed. When Andy's cock finally stopped twitching in her mouth, my wife surfaced for air and asked Andy, “For heaven's sake, how long is it since you had sex? That was like the Great Flood! Not that I'm complaining mind. It was delicious.”

  Andy reddened slightly. “Er, six months? Nine months? I'm not sure. It's been a while.”

  “Ah, poor baby,” my wife cooed, sympathetically and insincerely. “I'll have to see if I can make up for that tonight then, won't I?” That last part was sincere, though. Randy slut. The three of us sat on the picnic table bench to take a breather, all on the same side with Melanie in the middle. Andy fondled Mel's tits as we rested, so she leaned against his shoulder to facilitate the process.

  “If I had a beer right now life would be perfect,” I muttered.

  Melanie delved into her oversized handbag and produced a six pack of Canadian cans with a gleeful accompanying, “Ta-daa!”

  I looked at her in astonishment. “Where the hell did you get those from?” I asked in amazement. “I wheedled them out of the barman while you guys were in the washroom just before we left,” Melanie replied with a smug smile. “It's a hot night and I knew we would all need refreshment after strenuous exercise.”

  “You are a wonder,” I complimented her, taking a nice cold can. “In more ways than one,” added Andy as he helped himself to beer a
nd tit. He took a long pull from the can then dipped his finger in and spread beer around each of my wife's nipples. He then bent forward to lick it back off, much to Mel's delight. She slid her hand down to his cock then said, “Mmm, I see you're ready for more. Sit together on the tabletop, boys.”

  Andy and I complied, sitting side by side on the table with our feet on the bench. Melanie stood in front of us bending over to suck each of our cocks alternately until she was satisfied that they were up for the job.

  “Right,” she said. “Hubby, I want you to fuck my face this time. Andy, I want you to give it to me as hard and fast as you can. I'm looking for an orgasm this time. Let's go, boys.” I stood at the end of the table. Melanie bent to grab my thighs and swallowed my cock all the way down until her lower lip was up against my scrotum, where she paused to spread her legs as wide as possible and flip her dress back up over her waist. Then she waited while Andy eased his dick all the way into her from behind. When Andy took her by the hips and started nailing her hard she raised her enormous, soft, brown eyes to mine to give me the go-ahead.

  I slid my hand into her hair behind her head and began driving my cock in and out of her mouth and deep into her throat with long, smooth, forceful strokes. My balls were bouncing off her chin at the end of each thrust and she was lapping it up, those marvellous eyes fixed on my face the whole time.

  I don't believe my wife has a gag reflex; she seems to be able to swallow any amount of cock, no matter how huge, without any negative effects. When I wasn't watching my large cock disappearing down my wife's throat I watched Andy pounding her pussy from behind. He was giving her a really good seeing to. I had a terrific view of Mel's perfect bare ass and those lovely legs in their white stockings and garters as Andy's cock rammed home each time and his belly slapped against her ass. He was giving it to her just how she likes it – maximum force and a furious pace.

  After ten minutes, Melanie was moaning around my dick as she gargled with cock and rode Andy's storming assault on her pussy at the same time. Her tits were flying each time Andy hit her from behind and the force of his thrusts had the effect of driving her mouth even further down on my cock, so that I was penetrating even deeper into her throat.

  I was all the way down there when I suddenly erupted, jetting hot sperm even as I pulled back into her mouth to allow her the pleasure of savouring the flavour before swallowing it, something I know my wife enjoys tremendously. She believes that each man tastes different, both his cock and his semen.

  When my cock stopped throbbing and my wife stopped swallowing I started to withdraw from her mouth, but Mel shook her head slightly, in a no. I realized that she was approaching orgasm and wanted my dick in her mouth as she came, so I stayed put in my warm, wet nest. Andy emitted a loud groan of satisfaction as he squirted deep inside my wife, and almost at the same time, Melanie began shuddering and shaking as she climaxed.

  When the warm waves had passed my lovely wife stood up, Andy's cock sliding from her pussy as she did so, and kissed me passionately, then turned to Andy and did the same to him.

  “Thank you, guys,” she murmured. “I feel wonderful. Andy, ten out of ten, no complaints.”

  “Hey, what about me?” I teased.

  “You're always an eleven out of ten, darling, and you know it,” Mel replied, and gave me a longer even more passionate kiss before sitting on the table with one foot on the bench, legs crossed. I tell you, that sight was like something out of every guy's wet dreams. Her 36C tits were fully on display with the bodice of the dress wide open and her nipples were out like organ stops. The dress was also hanging wide open from the bottom up, draped down from her waist in a wide vee with those long, long legs crossed to display white stocking tops, white garters and long acres of golden-tanned thighs above the stocking tops, with just a hint of pussy showing above that. I felt my cock already beginning to stir again.

  Andy and I sat either side of Mel and she handed us the last of the beers. I rested my free hand on some silky bare thigh above the stockings. Andy slid his left arm around her to cup her left breast and twiddle her nipple. The cold beer went down really well.

  After a short period of small talk, Melanie set her beer down, took a cock in each hand and began working them both gently. She looked really pleased with herself when they both sprang to life in her hands.

  “Aha,” she said. “We have lift-off. Andy, do you still want my ass or have you changed your mind?”

  “God, no. I mean, no I haven't changed my mind, and yes, I want that lovely ass.” “Great. Nick, you want another face fuck?”

  “Nah, thanks. I'll sit this one out and finish my beer. Rain check.” “Okay. Then do me, Andy,” my slut wife ordered, moving to the end of the table, bending right over this time until her whole upper body was prone on the tabletop, then flipping up the dress once more to bare her ass. Andy trotted over, tucked himself in close behind her, between her legs, lined up the head of his cock with her rectum and gently eased himself up Melanie's back passage. Taking her by the hips and using his thumbs to spread her buttocks, he began reaming her ass with long slow strokes.

  “Pretty good for a beginner,” my wife murmured. Andy laughed. Melanie started up her patented assgrind, left leg pumping, then right leg pumping, hips circling and thrusting back and down to drive the cock as deep as possible. Andy groaned again.

  “Now give it some muscle,” Melanie instructed after a few minutes, and I watched as Andy revved up his motor and began driving his cock balls-deep in my wife's ass with ferocious thrusts.

  “It felt like an iron bar up there,” my wife told me later when giving me her blow by blow account of his performance. My wife was soon moaning like a blue movie star as Andy gave her ass a really good workout. Her ass is much tighter than her large pussy, so you tend to come faster than usual up there because of the increased friction. Andy was no exception; I timed it at eight minutes before he blew his wad.

  He grabbed Mel by the tits as he came, balls jammed up against her rectum as his cock pulsed inside her. Melanie gave a satisfied sigh as he ejaculated, which I recognized as the sign of a small orgasm. Just little waves, but pleasurable all the same.

  Just as Andy's dick pulled out of my wife's ass with an audible plop I heard the low growl of a veeeight motor and saw a swath of headlights moving along the riverside path. Scooting over to the entrance to our hideout, dick swinging in the breeze, I peered around the edge of the lilacs to see a police cruiser crawling along the footpath, with a small searchlight beam sweeping the grounds. Ducking back quickly and running over to the table, I exclaimed, “Shit! Cops!” I scooted onto the bench of the picnic table and said hurriedly to the others, “Quick, sit down at the table and put your head down on your arms. If anything is going to catch their lights it will be the reflection off our faces, so bury your faces.”

  Melanie jumped down beside me and Andy slid in alongside her, all of us going face down on the table. We could follow the progress of the prowling cruiser as it completed its circuit of the park by its engine noise. It seemed to take forever before the beam of the searchlight swept over our hiding place then moved on to finally exit the park by the woodland path, but in reality, it was only fifteen minutes or so. I went back to the gap in the hedge to make sure it was gone then gave the others the all clear.

  “Phew,” said Mel as she sat up. “Now I feel like a really bad girl!”

  “Uh-oh,” I said quietly.

  “What?” asked Andy.

  “Bad girl equals horny girl,” I explained.

  “He is so right,” Melanie confirmed for Andy's benefit. “How about you both do me now, on the table? One up the ass, the other in the pussy. What do you say?”

  She looked eagerly from one to the other.

  “Anything you want, my love,” I agreed.

  “Me too,” Andy affirmed. Mel licked her lips suggestively.

  “It's a big table,” she observed. “Do you think you can both lie on it, side by side.”


  “We'll give it a try,” I offered.

  The table was about eight feet long and four feet six inches wide, so there was plenty of room lengthwise but it was a tight fit width-wise, but we made it. “Great,” said Mel, climbing up after us. She settled herself astride Andy's head then bent forward to suck on his cock, in the classic sixty-nine position with her white stockinged thighs alongside Andy's ears. Andy got the message and began munching on her pussy, licking along the line of the cleft and working his tongue inside as my wife gobbled his cock greedily. Melanie gave him about five minutes of this delicious treat then moved over to sit on my face and give me the same treatment. I don't know which was better – receiving the service or watching her deliver it to Andy.

  When we were both as stiff as pokers she sat back, almost stifling me with her pussy as she said, “Okay, who's going where?”

  “Andy's the guest, let him choose,” I spluttered from between her thighs.

  “Andy?” Melanie enquired.

  “Um, I'd kinda like your ass again, if that's alright,” Andy volunteered. “That would be great,” Mel agreed. She quickly got us organized. I lay down in the centre of the table, Mel mounted me in the reverse cowgirl position so that I had a great close-up of her lovely ass, then Andy knelt astride my torso behind Mel and I watched as he once more rammed his cock up my wife's ass. I felt it slide all the way up and Mel gave a little moan as she settled herself comfortably on both dicks.

  I can't say it was comfortable. I put my hands behind my head for a pillow, but that table was damned hard. I soon forgot about that though when Mel began to move. She thrust herself down on my dick and back onto Andy's, bracing herself on my shins, and ground hard back and down as we both started driving our dicks into her.

  I could see Andy's dick driving in and out of her ass as mine did the same in her pussy. The three of us quickly synchronized our rhythms and Mel was soon moaning constantly, in her element, riding two dicks.