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Gash for Cash: The Jan Miller Story
by Shooter3704 (shooter3704@yahoo.com)
***
Jan Miller becomes a working girl and finds she likes
it. (MMF, wife, prost, intr, orgy)
***
From where I sat in my car I could see the building. I
watched my wife and two men go into the building nearly
an hour ago, but there had been no other activity. Why
was I spying on my wife? Damned good question and the
answer is complicated. My name is Jack Miller and my
wife’s name is Jan.
It started about a month ago, I think. It was a series
of little things that got my attention. Jan, my wife of
eight years started acting funny. Coming home way late
got to be the rule rather then the exception. Working
weird hours. Acting preoccupied and withdrawn. Jan just
seemed different.
Two years ago I opened my own investment business and
Jan agreed that she should continue to work until the
business was better established. It wasn’t unusual for
Jan to travel with her job, but lately she seemed to be
doing a lot more than normal. Until a few months ago
she never had to travel on weekends, but that suddenly
changed and she seemed to be worn-out when she got
home.
None of these thing by themselves were noteworthy, but
then there was the strange calls. Jan has her own line
with an answering machine and I never checked her
machine. It wasn’t any of my business, I thought. One
night I was looking for a ballpoint pen that worked and
I went into her office to see if she had one. While I
searched the phone rang and the machine picked up. A
male voice said, "Jan be at 1239 East Street, Friday
night at seven o’clock."
The caller hung up. I thought that was a weird call and
I hit the rewind to listen again. The call that I had
just heard was the third call on the tape or whatever
is in the machine. The first call, the same voice as
best I could tell, said," Doghouse at seven." The
second message said, "Evan’s at eight, dress down." I
had no way to tell how long the messages had been on
the machine.
I left Jan’s office highly perplexed, but finally
decided that it was business calls and put them out of
my mind. I wouldn’t have given it any more thought if I
hadn’t accidentally picked up a throw-away magazine
that advertised the strip joints and video arcades and
that type of adult businesses.
The ad for the Doghouse caught my eye. The Doghouse
apparently was a tittie bar on the east side of town. I
recalled the message on Jan’s answering machine that
mentioned "doghouse." I remember laughing at myself.
What was I thinking? What would Jan be doing at a
tittie bar?
Jan isn’t certainly isn’t a prude. In fact she is very
inventive in our bedroom. I guess we have tried
everything a man and a woman can do, at one time or
another. Jan and I married right out of high school. We
took turns going to college over the next six years.
Jan was a knockout in high school. She works out a
couple time a week and looks better now then she ever
did. Jan fills out her 36C bra very nicely and while a
bit on the petit side, has a killer body.
During the next few weeks I begun to harbor suspicions.
I tried to put them out of my mind, but it was
hopeless. The thoughts were there and I couldn’t ignore
them.
I started checking up on Jan. On Tuesday of last week
when she announced that she had to go out of town
overnight, I followed her. My sweet little wife did not
go out of town. She went to a motel at the outskirts of
town and checked in. It hit me like a sledgehammer. My
wife was cheating on me!
The next evening when she got home I gave her several
opportunities to confess and tell me what was going on,
to no avail. I followed her on Friday night and she
went to that tittie bar, the Doghouse. I waited outside
and she came out after about half an hour. She was with
a black man and they walked down the street to the
corner and caught a cab. I followed them to the Midtown
Hotel where they went in and disappeared. I was sick to
my stomach and frankly, I didn’t know what to do.
Now it was Saturday night and I sat in my car watching
the building where Jan and the two men were. I was so
mad and hurt I wasn’t thinking straight. I knew I
wasn’t, but I really didn’t care anymore. I put the car
in gear and drove toward the building. Somebody was
going to get hurt tonight.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a concrete block building that had been a gas
station at some point in the past. The pump island was
still there but the garage doors had been blocked up
and the large windows were now small residential type
windows. I parked next door at a closed dry cleaner,
got my pistol out of the glove box, and made my way on
foot to the back of the place. Lights were showing from
the back windows and I silently crept to one and peered
in. The window was open a couple of inches.
I guess I should have been prepared for what I saw, but
I wasn’t. It shocked me to my very core. Jan was on her
hands and knees on a low table and a fat white guy was
pounding her from behind. She was holding on to the
edge of the table because the fat slob was slamming
into her hard, causing her tits to swing back and
forward. I looked around the room and saw another man.
He was a black guy and sitting in a chair stroking his
cock as he watched the fat guy fuck my wife.
"Hurry up, man," the black guy said. "I want to fuck
the bitch at least one more time before Dog gets here."
"Keep your shirt on," the white guy said huffing and
puffing. "Oh yeah you ain’t got a shirt on do you? Hey
you hog, you done fucked her twice. Give me a break."
"Yeah, but I want to pop her ass before we have to go.
Dog said he was coming at eleven and it nearly that
now, so get to fuckin’."
"Maybe this cunt don’t want that black dick in her
ass," the white guy said. He had slowed his action
down, but was still hammering Jan hard.
"Don’t matter what she wants," the black dude said.
"Dog told her to let us fuck her and she ain’t got no
say in it. Do you whore?" Jan didn’t answer him, but
shook her head in the negative. "You want my cock in
your ass don’t you?
Jan didn’t answer him and the white guy reached around
her and grabbed both nipples and pulled them in the
opposite direction, causing Jan to yell out in pain.
"Answer the man, cunt," he said grinning. "The man
wants to know if you want his cock in your ass."
"Yes," Jan said. "That’s fine."
"What’s fine?" white guy said. "Tell the man what he
wants to know."
"I want his cock in my ass," Jan said raising her
voice. She was flushed and I could tell she was nearing
an orgasm. I could always tell when she was about to
come.
The fat guy pulled his cock out of my wife. Jan gasped
as he did. He pulled her off of the table and lay back
on it. "Get on, honey," he told Jan. "Ride the pony. Me
and Abe is going to double up on you. How about me in
your cunt and Abe in your ass? You like that?"
"Yes," Jan said climbing up over the man. "Give me both
cocks."
The black man, Abe I assumed, came over behind them and
waited until Jan had gotten the fat guy’s dick in her
before he shoved his cock into her ass. Jan squealed
and for a moment I was tempted to open the window the
rest of the way and shoot both of the fuckers. I was
actually reaching for the window when I realized that
it was not a squeal of pain, but one of pleasure. Now I
didn’t know who I wanted to kill.
"God, she’s tight!" the black guy said. "Dog has some
prime pussy here."
"Yeah man," the fat guy said huffing and puffing,
"Fuckin’ cunt is going to kill me."
"What a way to go, huh?" the black man said. "You like
this, Jan?"
"God yes," my wife yelled out, "Keep fucking me, damn
you!"
"Hell, cunt," Abe said laughing, "This is just a warm
up for Dog. He’ll be along later to fuck you. Wouldn’t
be surprised if he don’t bring a couple buddies to hose
you too. What do you think about that? You like Dog’s
big fat cock?"
"I love it!" Jan screeched. She was having what she
called a jumbo orgasm. I slid down below the window and
didn’t know if I wanted to puke or cry…or both. My wife
was a whore and she obviously was enjoying it.
CHAPTER THREE
Later that night I made my way home and slumped down on
the couch in the den. I picked up a bottle of whiskey
on the way and took a healthy slug of it. I had watched
as the two men, Abe and the fat guy fucked my wife and
when they finished with her Jan disappeared into
another room.
A light came on through a small window further down and
I assumed it was a bathroom. I crouched down beneath
the window and waited. My instincts telling me to get
the fuck out of there, and not to watch any more of my
wife’s depravity, but I couldn’t leave.
It was a little while later that I heard a loud booming
voice say, "Where my pretty pussy?"
I raised up and peeked in. Standing just inside the
doorway was a large black man. He was very large,
standing nearly seven feet tall and weighing nearly
three hundred pounds. Not much looked to be fat. He was
completely bald, his head shining in the light.
"She’s in the shower, Dog," Abe told the man. "Me and
Duck has been fucking her hard for a couple of hours.
We doubled up on her and she loved it." He and the man
he called Dog, high fived.
"That’s good," Dog said with a rumbling laugh. "Too
much fuckin’ ain’t no where enough for that little gal.
Who got her ass?"
"I did," Abe said. "Nearly took the skin off of my
cock. She’s tight, man."
"Yeah," Dog said, "Did I ever tell you boys about the
first time I fucked her? Bitch passed out two or three
times while I dicked her. She started out cryin’ and
screamin’ for me to stop, but in just a few minutes she
was cryin’ and screamin’ for me not to stop. Got to
love a true slut, don’t ya?" He raise his voice, "Jan
get your pretty ass out here and give me some sugar and
some head. Your Daddy’s here for some lovin."
"Did you bring me something?" I heard Jan’s voice ask.
"I sure did," Dog said, laughing. "I brought you nine
inches of hard cock and a quart of come. Get your ass
out here and help yourself."
I watched in dismay as Jan came out of the bathroom.
Naked and glowing pink from a hot shower. "Goody," she
said running and leaping into the giant’s arms. They
smooched for a long time.
"You boys can go on back to work now," Dog told Abe and
Duck. "You’ve had all the pussy you going to get from
this whore tonight. I got a couple friends that will
finish fucking her after I get through pounding her
gash."
It didn’t take Dog long to shed his clothes after the
other two had departed. The big man picked my wife up
and carried her to a king-size bed that I hadn’t
noticed before. It was over against the far wall and I
had to relocate some to see it. The big man carried her
and threw her down on the bed hard enough to cause her
to bounce. Jan was still laughing and giggling when he
crammed his big cock into her. That immediately stopped
her laughter.
The way they were laying I could see between their legs
and I could see, even in the shadows, his giant cock
piston in and out of her. Jan was apparently wet
because he had no trouble getting into her or with
fucking her. When he withdrew it looked like her pussy
was being turned inside out.
Jan screamed out in delight several times while he
fucked her. I wanted to run and keep on running, but I
couldn’t make my legs move me away from the carnal,
animalistic scene. My wife was being mercilessly fucked
over and over again. It took over an hour for the big
man to stop the pounding of my tiny wife.
When he rolled off of her Jan raised up and went down
on his cock. From where I was watching his cock didn’t
seem to be completely soft. Jan sucked and worshiped
his cock and when it was back to full hardness again,
she mounted him.
"Oh God, Daddy," she said, "I love your cock in me. I
feel so full." She began to rise and fall on the black
pole. She fucked him for about ten minutes, having
several more orgasms while she did.
"Turn around and get my cock in your ass," Dog
demanded. "I want some of that ass that had ol..." Abe
so shook up over.
Jan got off of the man and got a tube of lube out of a
night stand drawer. Apparently this wasn’t her first
time here. She coated his cock with the lube and while
raised over the man, guided his big cock to her
puckered hole. As she eased down onto his glistening
dick she made little cooing sounds.
"Oh shit," Jan said with a grunt. "Oh my God, Daddy!
Ohhh, that feels so fucking good."
I was amazed at her words. Shit and fuck were words she
never used. Something had changed my Jan so much.
She rode the man's cock for a while in that reversed
position and then she suddenly got off and got back on
facing him. "Now fuck me hard, Daddy," she said loudly.
"give it to me. Come in my ass!" Dog did as she
commanded bouncing her high as he did.
I don’t know how long I watched them. A couple of hours
I guess. I was just about to leave when two other men
showed up. One was black, like Dog and the other was a
white man. Dog graciously gave my wife to them and they
fucked her. One at a time then two at a time.
My wife seemed to like it all. Dog watched and offered
suggestions to the men who fucked my Jan. Once he put
his foot on the white man’s ass and shoved him further
into Jan, causing her to scream with delight. They all
laughed at that. They were still fucking her when I
managed to drag myself away from the place.
CHAPTER FOUR
Now I was sitting alone in my den, heartsick and drunk.
I was trying to think and plan what I was going to do
but I was in no condition to think about anything. I’m
not sure exactly when I passed out.
The next day, Sunday, was a lost day in my life. I woke
up in the middle of the afternoon, still sitting on the
couch in the den. I managed to get up and get to the
shower.
As the hot water splashed on me I kept having vision of
the debauchery I witnessed the night before. I couldn’t
get it out of my mind.
Later I was still hurting from the whiskey I had drank
so I got a beer out of the frig and sat on the back
porch. The beer helped so I had some more. I was still
sitting on the porch when I heard Jan come home. I
heard her rummaging around inside for a while and then
she came out where I was.
"Hi honey," Jan said giving me a quick peck on the
lips, "I’m home."
"So I see," I said, "Did you have a good trip?"
"So so," she said, "the usual, I guess."
"I guess you’re tired, huh?" I said. I was aware that
the beer I had consumed was making my tough thick and
my words were slurred.
"Yeah," she said. "A little. I see you spent the day
drinking beer." There was a pile of empty cans around
my chair. Jan sat down in a chair beside me.
"So," I said, "want to tell me about it?"
"What? The trip?" Jan said, yawning and stretching.
"Boring stuff."
"No, not about the trip," I said. I turned so that I
could see her face. "Tell me about Dog. Tell me all
about Daddy." Her expression couldn’t have been more
shocked if I had slapped her. She turned ghostly white
then red and ducked her head. "Come on Jan," I said, "I
want to hear about the Doghouse and about Duck and Abe,
also. I don’t know who the others are or I would ask
you to tell me about them, too. I just know it’s going
to be a great story."
I was amazed at how calm I sounded, especially since my
inside was churning. Jan didn’t say anything for a long
time. She just sat looking at the floor. After a few
minutes of silence I blurted out, "Dammit Jan talk to
me. What the fuck happened to you... to us?"
Jan got to her feet and started for the door. "Later,
Jack" she said. "I don’t want to talk about it right
now. We’ll talk when you are in a better frame of mind.
I’m going to bed now."
Better frame of mind? Was she kidding? What fucking
frame of mind does one have to be in to discuss their
wife being a whore for black men?
I managed to get to bed about two hours and another six
pack later. Jan was asleep or pretended to be and I was
careful not to wake her.
Monday morning I got up and got dressed without waking
her and I left for work. Monday evening we were coldly
polite with each other, but her conduct and her
activities were not brought up. I think maybe I was
afraid to discuss it by then. I suspected there were
some things that I didn’t want to know. I wanted to
know, but I didn’t want to know. I know it doesn’t make
a lot of sense.
Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, and Wednesday started
out the same way. It changed when I got home. Jan was
waiting on me when I walked in the door.
"Jack, honey, we have to talk," she said. "Come on in
the den and sit down, please."
I followed her to the den and took a seat in the
lounger. "Okay," I said, "Talk."
"I’m sorry," she said. "I’m sorry you found out the way
you did. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you
for a couple of months, but I couldn’t find a way. How
did you find out?"
"I’m not as stupid as you seem to think I am," I
snapped. "I followed you a couple of times. Not all
that complicated to figure out."
"I see," she said. "So now you know that I’ve been
cheating on you. What now? Do you want a divorce?
What?"
"I don’t know," I said. "I guess I want to know what
happened to us? What did I do wrong?"
"Jack," Jan said softly. "You didn’t do anything wrong.
At least not intentionally. We got over our head last
year. We got behind on the house payment, the car
payments…just about everything. You remember when you
reinvested your pay back into your business for three
or four months? It was then that things got real bad.
Anyway I wasn’t making enough to cover the things we
needed to pay. I happened to mention it to a girl I
work with. Her name is Missy Ryan and she told me that
she worked a couple of nights a week as an escort.
I know what you’re thinking. I did too, but Missy
explained that it wasn’t a sex for hire company. It was
a bona fide escort service. No sex. I tried it and she
had told me the truth. I went out with several men over
the next few weeks and I made some good money.
Everything was going okay until a few weeks before
Christmas. I went to a party with an old geezer and I
guess I wasn’t much company for him. He asked me what
was troubling me.
I had had a lot to drink so I told him I didn’t have
enough money to by you a nice Christmas present. He
listened to me and told me he knew a way for me to make
some real big money. He told me that if I wanted to do
some call-girl work he could fix it up for me. He gave
me his business card.
I laughed, but I kept his card. He told me that I could
make a quick two hundred by giving him a hand job. The
bottom line was I gave him a blowjob for five hundred
bucks. I blew him in the back of the limo on the way
home. His name is Matthew Hollis. I don’t have any
excuse except that I was drunk and broke and Christmas
was right around the corner."
"So that’s how you were able to buy me that digital
camera?" I said. "Hell, Jan, a blowjob in the back of a
limo is a long leap from what I saw Saturday night."
"I need a drink," Jan said getting up and going to the
bar in the corner. "yeah, you are right. It is a big
leap from that to where I am now. Are you sure you want
to hear this sordid tale?"
"I have to know," I said. "Get me a drink, too."
"Anyway after that distasteful episode I swore to
myself I would never do anything like it again," she
said and handed me a drink and sat back down. "I even
stopped the escort business, but it didn’t last. We got
right back into debt again this time even deeper. I
knew that even with some really good tips I couldn’t
make enough to bail us out this time. That was just
after the first of the year when the engine blew up in
your car and the furnace quit working."
"I asked around and somebody told me where I could
borrow some money. I had already tried the banks and
the finance companies. I suppose I gave them a good
laugh. I found this hole in the wall place downtown and
applied for a loan. I told them I needed ten thousand
and they didn’t even bat an eye.
I had the money in less than ten minutes. I signed the
papers and nearly ran out of the place. It was the
easiest loan I ever heard of. I guess that should have
told me something and I should have read the papers I
signed. When I figured it out I realized that I was
paying a thousand percent per week. I nearly died when
I realized what I had done."
"Why didn’t you tell me," I said. "I didn’t have any
idea we were that bad off."
"You had enough trouble," Jan said with a wave of her
hand. "I couldn’t bring myself to give you anymore."
"But…well never mind. What happened then?" I asked.
"I found the card the Mister Hollis gave me. He an
insurance man, and he has a big office downtown. He has
a bunch of people working for him. I guess he’s a
millionaire or something. Anyway I called him and told
him who I was and that I’d like to talk about his
proposal for extra work. He laughed and told me to come
see him at his office after I got off from work. He’s a
nice old guy and when I got there his staff had almost
gone for the day. We went to his office on the top
floor of the building."
"Dear Jan," he said, "I made a few calls and I think I
have something for you." He sat me down and got me a
drink. He sat down beside me on the couch. "Tell me
more about this loan trouble you have gotten into." I
told him about the loan I had made. When I finished he
was shaking his head, "This is more serious than I
thought. I’ll have to rethink this a bit."
"I need something soon," I told him. "I have a payment
tomorrow and I don’t have enough." I was crying and he
patted me on the thigh.
"Now don’t get yourself worked up," he said. "I’m sure
we can workout something. The short term isn’t the
problem. We need someone with some clout to get the
loan shark off your back for good." He slowly rubbed my
thigh. It dawned on me right at that very moment how he
was going to work out my next loan payment.
"Oh well," Mister Hollis said, "I’ll think of something
when I’m more relaxed. Do you want to help me relax,
Jan?"
Jan had her head leaned back on the sofa, her eyes
closed. I waited for her to continue.
"So I became a whore," she said as a matter of fact.
"Mister Hollis laid it on the line for me. I stood up
and took off my sweater and skirt. I was wearing that
black thong and black bra with the gold flowers on it.
You know, the one you bought. It sure made Hollis sit
up and take notice.
I slowly took off the bra and let it fall to the floor.
I slowly turned around so that my back was to him and
ever so slowly slid the thong down. I looked back over
my shoulder at Mister Hollis. I thought he was going to
have a heart attack right there. I’ll have to say this
for him. He’s a randy old goat. He took me right there
on his couch."
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked her.
"Yes and no," Jan answered after thinking about it for
a while. "I didn’t come right then, but I enjoyed the
absolute power I had over him for that short period of
time. He was randy, but he didn’t last very long. At
least not that time. When he got off, he had me sit on
the couch and masturbate while he sat at his desk and
made some calls.
That felt strange to me, but after a while I managed to
get myself off. Hollis like it when I came. It
apparently recharged his battery and he took me again.
This time he lasted long enough so that I had a small
orgasm." She paused and looked at me, "Honey, are you
sure you want to hear this?"
I assured her that it was necessary for me to know so
that I could understand. That was the truth, but for
some perverse reason it excited me to hear her tell it.
"Mister Hollis gave me the cash to make the vig, as
they call it, and a slip of paper with a name, phone
number, and an address on it. I didn’t call the number
on the paper the next day, but by the following day the
desperation was back. I called and made an appointment
to meet with a man named Dog at the Doghouse. I guess
you know it’s a strip joint downtown."
Jan got to her feet, "I’ll fix dinner," she said. "If I
sit here drinking, I’ll get hammered and I damned sure
don’t need that right now. Come on into the kitchen and
I’ll tell you some more of my stupidly."
CHAPTER FIVE
I followed her to the kitchen and she got busy putting
together our dinner. She talked while she worked.
"I don’t remember what excuse I gave you for working
late," Jan said, "but I went to the Doghouse after I
got off work. I ask where I could find Mister Dog and
the bartender laughed and told me to have a seat and he
would tell Dog I was there. I waited for a few minutes
when all of a sudden this giant was standing by my
table."
"Hi Jan," he said to me, "Welcome to the Doghouse. I’m
Dog. Come on back to my office." He took my hand and
led me back through the crowed room to a back office.
"So tell me your story," he said motioning me to sit
down in the chair in front of his desk.
"I told him what I had gotten myself into. He listened
until I finished. I could almost feel him staring at me
as I spoke."
"I know your lender," he said slowly. "I can fix it
but…" he let the but hang there for a long time.
"But what?" I asked.
"It’s going to cost me ten grand plus interest to get
you clear. What’s in it for me?"
"I’ll pay you back," I said hurriedly, "Every penny of
it."
"Yes you will," he said with a smile, "That goes
without saying, but how do you propose to do that?
Hollings can fix you up some, but that will be only
chump change. How are you going to pay me back in a
timely manner? You’ll have a fifteen grand debt and
even with a legal amount of interest you’ll never get
it done. So I ask you again, How are you going to pay
me back?"
"I don’t know," I said. I was crying. It was looking
like my out was not going to work.
"Are you open to suggestion?" Dog asked me. I assured
him I was open to suggestion. "Okay then," Dog said
leaning back in his chair. "Have you ever been fucked
by a black man?" I told him I had not. "Then you are in
for a treat. Okay, I propose that you come to work for
me. You’ll be my own personal whore for six months and
I’ll wash your debt off the books."
"Even thought I had made up my mind that I would have
to prostitute myself I was still shocked at his words.
I guess my mouth dropped open because Dog laughed at
me."
"What’s the matter, Sugar Tits?" he said, still
grinning. "You’ll never make enough free-lancing as a
call girl. You don’t have the time to get yourself
organized. You got a loan shark that will beat all the
pretty off your face or break both of your pretty legs
if you don’t pay up on time. You can’t buy time by
flashing your tits or giving him a piece of your ass.
He’s a flaming queer and it won’t work. I’m offering
you the best deal you’ll get. Six months and you’re
home free."
Jan sat the warmed up left-overs down in front of me. I
didn’t have the heart to tell her that I didn’t have
any appetite right then.
"So I guess you took the deal?" I said pushing some
food around my plate. "Did you sigh a contract?"
Jan smiled and shook her head, "No there were no papers
signed. Dog told be how it was going to work and I
agreed. He told me that I was to make myself available
to him or whoever he said, anytime he called. He laid
it right on the line."
"You fuck whoever and whenever I say," Dog said. "I
know you got a hubby and another job so I’ll keep that
in mind, but the deal is off the first time you balk.
Do you understand?" I told him I understood "Good," he
said. "Get your ass over here and suck my cock."
"I got up and went over to where Dog sat. My legs felt
like rubber. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants
and when his cock came into my view I nearly fainted.
It was bigger then anything I had ever seen, even in
the porno videos you brought in. I finally got the hang
of sucking that big thing and Dog leaned down and said
for me to swallow his sperm.
When he came I choked and most of his come dribbled
down my chin. I thought he would get mad at me, but he
just laughed and said I had tried and that’s what
counted.
Dog got up and stuffed that black hose back in his
pants, "Come one, Jan," he said. "It time for your
first black fucking, but I want to do it where we can’t
get interrupted."
Dog led me out of the Doghouse, loudly telling
everybody he saw that he was going to take me out and
...his words, "fuck the shit out of me". I wanted to
die of embarrassment. I thought we never would get out
of that place. Dog has several places around town, but
that night he took me to the place out on Greenville
Highway, he calls his snake ranch."
"Yeah I know where it is," I interrupted. "That’s where
I saw you Saturday night."
"Oh, right," Jan said. "Well that’s where he took me
that night." She paused and looked at my plate. "No
appetite, huh? Let’s go to the bedroom. I’m worn out
and I can tell this story laying down just as well.
Grab a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses and I’ll
jump in the shower."
CHAPTER SIX
"So he took you to his snake ranch," I prompted after
Jan got out of the shower and had gotten on the bed
beside me. She put on a red nightgown. "What happened
then?" Jan didn’t answer right away. She lay with her
eyes closed. I poked her with my elbow. "Well I’m
waiting."
"He fuck the shit out of me," Jan stated. "Just like he
bragged he would do." She rolled over and looked at me.
"Jack, I know we have an active sex life. I’ve always
thought it was good and it is, but this was different.
You and I make love; Dog fucked me. It was pure,
unadulterated animal sex. I beg you not to think I’m
making an unfavorable comparison to you when I tell you
this story. It’s simply the difference in lust and
love.
"When we got to the building, Dog took a seat and
ordered me to do a strip. I did as he said and when I
was down to just my panties he stood up and told me to
take his clothes off. Standing beside him I realized
just how big he is. The top of my head just barely
reached his chest. He’s massive, but strangely quite
gently most of the time. That’s more than I can say for
some of his friends. Anyway, there we were, Dog with an
erection and me nearly nude.
"I had already determined there was no turning back so
I decided to make it work as well as I could. I took
his penis, which, by the way, he insists I call a cock,
in my hand and stroked it a few times. It didn’t get
much larger, but boy did it ever get harder. You have
to understand that I had never seen any other cocks but
two, and a few in pictures and some videos. I had never
in my life ever touched one except yours and Mister
Hollis. This was all new territory for me. I was
excited and frighten at the same time. I honestly
didn’t think he could get his big cock in me."
"Is his cock the biggest you have to deal with
since…since…what? Your new career?" I asked. I was
mystified at how I felt about her revelation. I felt
some guilt and remorse that I had been so wrapped up in
my business problems that I didn’t see our personal
problems. I also felt turned on as she told the story.
It was almost like she was reading some erotic story to
me, as she had done several times.
Jan shook her head, "No, not the largest, but by far
the best. Dog works hard to make sure that I have a
good time. He wants me to come as much as possible. I
guess he does it to any woman he has sex with. Over
time I came to realize that Dog is an educated man, a
good businessman, he has compassion for others, and
he’s a fucking machine.
"I think he took some Far East training or something
like that. He can go for a long time with out a climax
and it amazing how fast he can recover and go again. If
I live to be a hundred I’ll never forget that first
time. He went down on me for a long time. He had me
flying high before he ever attempted to screw me."
"Dog was so hard, I think he could have stuck his cock
through a cardboard box. I was so turned on that I did
everything possible to help him get it in. I pulled my
legs back as far as I could and as wide as I could. I
thought he was never going to get it in. I told him to
stop, but he kept on trying.
"When he finally got his cock in me I had a orgasm
immediately and another within a few seconds. Like I
said Dog is a gentle lover, if lover’s the right word.
He didn’t move much until I told him it was all right.
He pumped in and out of me a couple of times and I came
again and I think I may have passed out for a moment.
Over the next hour I had a hundred orgasms. I didn’t
count, but I know it had to be at least that many. In
the old days they would have said I swooned, but I
guess the truth is he fucked me until he knocked me
out…twice."
I poured us some more wine. Jan took a sip and looked
at me. "I’m sorry Jack. I know this is terrible for you
to hear. I know if you were telling me about you having
sex with some woman it would tear me up. Are you sure
you want to hear this?"
"Yes," I said. "I’m sure. Go on."
"Dog kept me there until nearly midnight," Jan said.
"Most of the time we fucked, but we did talk also. He
explained what my duties would be. The idea of having
sex with strangers was still foreign to me. I had a lot
of trouble getting used to that idea. Of course Mister
Hollis was a stranger and so was Dog at first, but
somehow it seemed different."
"Over the next couple of weeks Dog fucked me nearly
every day. Sometimes it was when I was on a lunch break
or when I was "working late". Once I met him early in
the morning before I went to work. You have to believe
me when I tell you I hated lieing to you, but I didn’t
know what else to do. I didn’t have to be "the whore"
until the third week, I think it was. It was the
weekend I had to go to Lancaster in early May. Dog
called me at work and told me to meet him at the
Doghouse Friday night. I got there about seven
o’clock."
"Tonight will a simple suck and fuck get-together," Dog
told me. "You’ll go to the hotel and meet Mister White
in room 4112. He’s already paid so all you have to do
is get him off a couple of times and come back here.
You can keep the tip if there is one. Mister White
isn’t his real name, but don’t pry. Sucky-sucky, fucky-
fucky and right back here. Any questions?" He handed me
some condoms.
"I didn’t know enough to ask questions," Jan said to
me. "I went to the hotel and by the time I got to the
room I was a nervous wreck. I almost backed out and I
guess I would have except I thought of what would
happen if I did. Fear of that queer loan shark made me
knock on the door."
"Mister White was a nice older man. He was almost as
nervous as I was. It didn’t take but a couple of
minutes until I realized I was in charge. I settled
down and soon I sucked him some and he got on me and
banged away for about two minutes. I took him to the
shower with me. After about thirty minutes of fooling
around he was ready to go again. He took a little
longer that time. Sex with Mister White wasn’t great
but it was all right.
"He made me come once. It wasn’t a biggie, but it was
nice. I cleaned up and left the hotel. I was there for
nearly an hour and a half and he tipped me two hundred
bucks. He told me that he was coming back in a couple
of week and he wanted to see me again. I told him to
contact Dog. I’ve fucked him three or four time since
then."
"I got back to the Doghouse about ten o’clock. Dog
wanted to know how it went. I told him it had gone
fine. He was in his office with a couple of guys. Abe
and Duck. I guess they work for Dog. Some kind of
security or something like that. I know they carry
guns."
"Good," Dog said grinning at me. "I was thinking about
you fucking that old guy and I’ve been hard for an
hour. Come over here and give me some head."
"I glanced at the two men in the room. I guess I
thought they would leave, but they didn’t seem to be in
any hurry to do so. I looked at Dog and he was
grinning. "Don’t worry about Duck and Abe," he said.
"They like to watch, don’t you boys?" Dog had his
massive cock out. "Come on Jan. Get to it."
"I did what I was told to do. I felt strange giving Dog
a head job while people watched." Jan said.
"Boys help Jan get undressed while she sucks me," Dog
told the two men. It was long before I not only was
giving head, but doing it naked. Abe played with my
boobs while I sucked on Dog’s cock. Duck had a couple
finger in me. It wasn’t long before I didn’t really
care who was watching me suck Dog. I would have gone
out onto the stage and did it if they had kept playing
with me. That was the first time I had serviced more
than one man.
"Unlike the sex with Mister White they soon had me
coming like crazy. Abe fucked me while I sucked Dog and
they kept switching around. I had all three in me at
one time or another. We ended up at the snake ranch for
more group sex. That was the first time I was ever
double penetrated. Duck was in my pussy and Abe managed
to get into my ass. While they did me that way I sucked
Dog. They called it making me air-tight."
Jan rolled over and was looking at my crotch. My cock
was sticking up through my boxers. "Well look at you,"
she said. "This is turning you on. You’re excited
hearing about your wife being gang fucked, aren’t you?"
There was no denying it. I had a diamond cutter hard-
on. I nodded and she put her warm mouth on my cock. I
knew it wouldn’t take much before I came, and it
didn’t. Jan swallowed my come and licked her lips,
smiling at me. She had gotten better at it since her
last time of blowing me. "I need more wine," she said.
I got out of bed and got another bottle.
I came back to the bedroom and poured us another glass.
"So that was your first time," I said. "What then?"
Jan looked at me strangely, glancing at my limber dick
"You want to hear more?" I assured her that I did. "I’m
happy and somewhat surprised at how well your seem to
be taking all this. Are you sure you’re all right?"
"Yes I’m fine," I said. "I’m a little surprised that I
taking it well, myself. To be honest with you, last
Saturday night I planned on killing…well killing
somebody. I wasn’t taking it very well then."
"Me? You wanted to kill me?" Jan asked, her eyes wide.
"You, Dog and the others that were fucking you. I think
I may have thought about killing myself, too. You were
not all that safe Monday or Tuesday for that matter."
"When did you have a change of attitude?" Jan asked
softly.
"It was a two stage deal," I answered. "It started when
you said, ‘Jack, Honey we need to talk’. I reached a
conclusion when you told me that you sucked a guy off
to get the money to buy me that digital camera. Go
ahead and tell me the rest of the story." Jan smiled at
me and I could see tears glistening in her eyes.
"After that I met customers two or three times during
the week and on those so called working weekends. After
a couple of months it became obvious that I couldn’t
keep working at my old job and be a whore for Dog. So I
quit my job and went into the business full time."
"When?" I asked, surprised. "When did you quit your
job? How come I didn’t know that?"
"I quit a several months ago. I still worked some part
time with my old company to keep my cell phone,
insurance, and voice mail," she said. "Why didn’t you
know? I didn’t want you to know. Frankly Jack, you were
so involved with the investment business I could have
moved out and you wouldn’t have noticed for a long
time. I’m not criticizing you, but it’s a fact.
"By that time I was making enough money in tips and
other things to keep our check balance up. In fact I
was making more money then I had been. Dog has been
very generous. It worked out nicely. You were always up
and gone before I was and with me working late and all,
it worked out. I spent my days here, at the Doghouse or
at the snake ranch. I had my cell phone should you call
for some reason."
"So Dog is a pimp?" I said.
"No, not exactly," Jan answered. "He doesn’t have other
girls working for him. He doesn’t have a stable, in
other words. At least not right now. He did ask me to
recruit a couple white women, but I haven’t yet. I’m
not sure exactly how or why he get customers for me. I
get the feeling that my customers are somehow in a
business relationship with Dog. I ask him once and he
told me that what I didn’t know I couldn’t testify to.
That was good enough for me. I quit prying into his
business."
"So you quit your old job, huh?’ I said. Damn how far
behind the information curve was I?
"Yeah a couple of months," Jan answered. "Closer to
three, I guess. Dog didn’t ask me to quit, but he was a
lot happier when I did. For one thing I was more
available when a customer came up. Another thing I was
more accessible for him and his crew. I was being
fucked every day at least once, but more often than
not, several times a day. When I got my period I went
back to work at my old job."
"And you like all that," I said.
"Frankly, yes I did." Jan said. "I was like a big-eyes
child in a candy store. It was and is a sexual
smorgasbord. Again I’m not being critical, but you had
withdrawn from me as far as sex was concerned. When I
did see you, you were too tired to have sex. Suddenly I
was getting all the sex a girl could ever want. Dog was
happy, I was happy, his friends and business
acquaintances are happy, if that’s what they are.
Everybody was happy."
"Don’t you worry about disease?" I asked. "I mean there
are a lot of bad STD out there."
"At first I did. I’ve learned how to minimize the risk
and everybody except Dog and his crew always wear a
condom. I guess I made myself stop worrying about
something I couldn’t control. I was in the business to
save my life and that was that. I’m not being overly
dramatic when I say that. You remember reading about
that man and woman and their two kids that were found
murdered? The cops suspect that that Queer loan shark,
Larry, that did it or had it done. He’s a bad man,
Jack. Dog got me out of that situation and I’ll always
be grateful for that."
"I guess you…we were lucky in that regard," I said.
"Is…ah… I mean isn’t your pussy stretched from… all
that sex?"
Jan laughed and put her head on my chest. "No not a
bit. I got a book that taught me some exercises to do,
but mostly that’s a myth. Lots of sex with well endowed
men won’t stretch me. Dog says I’m as tight as I was
the first time. The only thing I’ve noticed that’s
different is I can do anal sex a lot easier. Do you
want to see for your self?"
"I do," I said. "In a little while. Tell me more about
your new job."
"I meet with a customer and I let him fuck me," Jan
said. "nothing too complicated about it. Sex with Dog
and the boys is completely different than with a
customer. There is nothing kinky goes on with a
customer. Oh of course I may let them fuck my ass, but
that’s about it. With Dog and company it’s anything
goes. It never occurs to me to tell them no. If they
want to double up on me, fine and dandy. If one of them
face-fucks me, so be it. A few weeks ago, I had my
first honest to God gangbang."
"Did you like it?" I asked.
She thought a moment. "Yes, I’d have to say I did. I
got a little tired before they got through with me, but
all in all, it was fun."
"I guess Dog set it up?" I said.
"No, not that time. Dog loaned me out to Abe for the
night. Abe got a bunch of his buddies together. They
were all black men and most of them had never had a
white woman. They were an excited and rowdy bunch, I
can tell you. Abe took my clothes off and they were all
over me. I nearly got smothered to death.
"It took a little while, but they finally settled down.
A couple of them thought it would be fun to fuck me in
the pussy at the same time. Neither of them were overly
endowed so it worked. Actually I kinda liked it.
Another couple of them thought they could do the same
thing to my ass, but that didn’t work at all."
Jan laughed. "this is so strange, laying here and
telling you this. I’ve wondered how it would go if it
came down to it. Hey look at that, you’re hard again!"
"Yeah," I said with a laugh. "I have to find out for
myself if them big dick sons of bitches stretched your
pussy. It sounds like if you can take two at a time you
have to be loose."
Jan whipped her nightgown over her head and straddled
me. "You’ll see big boy," she said leaning down and
kissing me long and deep. She reached back and guided
my cock into her. "Ahh, that’s feels so good. I love
your cock, Jack. Don’t ever forget that. Ohh, God you
feel good in me."
She started a slow rhythm up and down on me. I’ll have
to admit she didn’t feel any different than I
remembered her feeling. Her cunt still felt like a warm
velvet glove around my cock. Suddenly she stopped and
started using some muscle or muscles and begun to
squeeze my cock with her pussy.
"Hey that’s a new trick," I managed to gasp.
"Oh yes it is," Jan laughed, "I have learned a few new
things lately." She started ridding me again. It didn’t
take long before I filled her with my come. Jan got off
of me and ran her finger up into her pussy and licked
my come off of them. For some reason that excited me
again. Jan gave me an evil grin. "So are you ready to
go to sleep now?"
"No," I said. "I don’t think so. Not just yet. I want
to hear the rest of your story."
"Boy you are a glutton for punishment aren’t you?" she
said laying back on the bed. "What do you think of me
getting my nipples pierced?"
I was startled. Jan has perfect breasts just as they
are. I reached and took one of her nipples between my
thumb and forefinger. I rolled the nipples around
causing her to shiver a little.
"I haven’t given it much thought," I said. "Why? Do you
want to get them pierced?"
"Daddy, I mean Dog, mention that he like to get them
pierced and put rings in both of them. He’s also
mentioned getting my clitoris pierced. Not so sure
about that."
"So why do you call him Daddy?" I asked. I had to think
about rings in her nipples some more.
"That first time," Jan said, with a short laugh, "at
the snake ranch. He was on me and we had just finished
a great session with lots of jumbo orgasms. Dog
whispered in my ear, "who’s your daddy?" I said "you
are my daddy." It kinda evolved from that. Does it
bother you?"
I had to laugh at that. "Hell, Jan," I said, "I think
on some level it all bothers me. Daddy don’t bother me
any more then some of the other things."
"Keep in mind that while Dog may be Daddy, you are
still my husband. Unless you want to change that." Jan
said her expression serious. "I guess you have grounds
and it’s your call."
I rolled over on my stomach so I could see her better.
"Jan, honey, I don’t want to divorce you. I’ve been in
love with you since high school. This…this…whatever it
is, doesn’t change that. Look, the business had really
picked up. I just signed up three new clients last
week. One real big and another one ain’t bad. The other
was a retired man. The stock market has settled down
some and business looks good."
"One of them was MH insurance, wasn’t it?" Jan said
with a smile. I nodded, "See I’ve been looking out for
my man. That’s Mathew Hollis’s company. The other big
one is some company that Dog owns. Something
enterprise."
"Golden Enterprise," I said. For some reason it didn’t
seem right that Jan’s pimps and customers had signed on
with me.
"Come on Jack," Jan said poking me with her finger.
"They would have figured out sooner or later that you
are the man to handle their money. I just hurried up
the process a little."
I found it was hard to argue with her logic. "Point is
you don’t have to work any more. How much longer do you
have on your contract with Dog?"
"Would it surprise you to learn that I don’t want to
stop working?" Jan said after a long hesitation. "Let’s
be realistic. If I stopped putting out for Dog and
Hollings, how long do you think it would be before they
took their money somewhere else? I don’t know that they
would, but you better be prepared for it."
"Bottom line is you want to keep being a whore," I
snapped. "Is that it?"
"Let me show you something," she said going to her
dresser and taking a small booklet out. She handed it
to me saying, "My six months obligation with Dog was up
over two months ago." I looked at the savings book and
saw that there was a thirty-five thousand dollar
balance.
"Close your mouth darling," Jan said getting back on
the bed beside me. "That’s what I banked in about six
weeks. I also bought some clothes and paid some bills.
By the way, you are a co-owner of that account. I
forged your signature."
She put her arms around me. "It’s not so much the
money, but I do like it. I can quit being a whore in a
heartbeat, but I can’t stop being a slut. Over the last
eight or nine months I discovered that I like, really
like sex and lots of it. I like the excitement and the
adventure of meeting a new customer. I like being the
center of attention at a gangbang. I love Daddy’s big
hard, black cock, and I love the sexual situations he
gets me into. Frankly I’m addicted to dick."
Neither of us said anything for a long while. "You can
change your mind about a divorce if you want to. I’ll
hate it, but I’ll understand."
"So if Daddy wanted your nips pierced, why haven’t you
done it already?" I said.
"It would have been too hard to explain to you," Jan
said. "Not something you would not notice I think. I
guess I will when my period starts next time. That will
give me a few days to recover. Don’t leave me hanging,
Jack," Jan said looking serious. "I have to know if you
can handle it or not. It’s going to be whore or black
cock slut."
"It would be stupid to give up all that money if you’re
going to fuck around anyway," I answered. "Maybe I’ll
take over as your manager. I’ll be your pimp. What do
you think about that?"
"I love it," Jan said laughing. "I’d really love it
Jack."
***
Well dear readers what do you think. Should there be
any more of the Jan Miller Story?
As always, this is a work of pure fiction. What the
people do in a story like this doesn’t have any place
in the real world where there are a whole host of bad
things that can happen to you. Unprotected sex is
taking an unnecessary and stupid risk. Have as much fun
as you can, but be safe.
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