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It's A Long Story
by Lesley (ouirup4it@yahoo.co.uk)
***
A wife is duped into prostitution by her Pakistani
lover. (M+/F, wife, anal, intr, prost, dp, gb)
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My husband came back early one evening from some meeting
or other that normally would have kept him till quite
late. Letting himself in he was a little surprised to
find two young Asian men sitting in our lounge sharing a
bottle of his whiskey. They too were taken aback I
expect as I had earlier predicted that he would not
return before they left. The initial awkwardness was
tempered by my husband's established acquaintance with
Jas, a good looking twenty something, affable Pakistani
with whom I'd been having a bit of a thing with for
about a year.
He took another glass from the dresser and poured my
husband a shot, explaining he had called me late on the
off chance I was up for some fun. Pointing at the
ceiling he smoothly announced that I was upstairs
entertaining a Russian friend of his. At this point in
proceedings the Russian and I entered the room, he fully
dressed and I in just my heels suspenders and stockings,
clearly flushed from recent exertion, with tell tale
gobbets' of sperm in my hair.
If my husband was unsettled he showed no sign of it, but
then it was not the first time he had returned home to
find me being enjoyed by another man. Truth be told, as
long as I was in no danger he liked watching and hearing
about hearing about my indiscretions. Jas introduced the
men to Gary and they all refilled their glasses. the
three visitors sat on one sofa facing Gary over the
coffee table. I thought a discussion of the current
plight of the local football team was going to break
out.
Being a near naked woman in a room full of men I was a
bit peeved that the conversation was mainly about my
husband's recent visit to Moscow. Kneeling in front of
Jas I unbuckled his belt and drew down the fly zip. His
cock was half hard as my fingers extricated it from his
boxers and I slipped my mouth over it.
My jaw was already aching from the Russian who had a
short fat cock with which he had fucked my face for ages
before shooting his load, but Jas's dick was long and
slim and didn't stretch my small mouth. The men's
conversation continued but I knew from the change of
tone they and particularly my husband were somewhat
diverted. The Russian began to play with my breasts,
tweaking the nipples a bit harder than I enjoy if I'm
honest but I said nothing. Then Jas pulled me up to him
and whispered, 'It's time to take Amjid upstairs.'
I got to my feet and extending a hand to Amjid led him
out of the room and upstairs. I'd been putting this off
as I didn't fancy him and from my conversation with Jas
before they arrived, knew he had a big prick and that he
wanted to fuck my bum.
Now I've fucked a lot of blokes I didn't fancy, but
maybe the situation was right, maybe I was feeling kind
and thought no one else would fuck them if I didn't, but
I wasn't in the mood for him. But then I had promised
Jas. So I went to work with a will. In seconds he was
naked on the bed.
He was quite well put together, a few pounds overweight
but good muscle tone, lovely skin and a very erect very
big cock. Being fair to him he made an effort to get me
going, touched and prodded all the right places and I
did start to get into it. He fucked my cunt vigorously
for a long time, all the time his fingers pulling at my
anus, probing and stretching it. Then he got me to sit
on his lap.
Passing him the KY I opened my hand for him to pour it
on my fingers then greased up his pole, checked the
condom was still in place and reamed the entrance to my
arse. His fat knob end nudged my bumhole then slowly but
surely I sank down on his cock till my behind rested in
his lap. Lifting me bodily he put me on my knees
backside hanging over the bed end and slowly began to
fuck my back passage. It felt full but good and I
reached under to torment my clit.
He was soon hammering my arse like a jackhammer. He kept
the pace up for quite some time and made me come. Then
he jerkily concluded with his dick pulsing deep in my
belly. Pulling out he said to turn around. His tool had
already lost some of its hardness as he peeled off the
rubber and asked me to suck it. Drawing it into my mouth
it felt like a fat slimy uncooked sausage but tasted of
condom.
Then I felt warm liquid on my forehead which then ran
down my nose and my eyes. He had emptied his jonny over
my brow and was now gently spreading its contents over
my face. It seemed to turn him on again and his floppy
cock rapidly hardened, completely filling my mouth
causing me to push it out and gasp for air. Rolling on
another rubber he was soon driving his cock into my cunt
with as much vigour as when he started. I wondered if my
husband was listening outside the door.
It was after midnight when he'd finally had enough and
we went back down stairs. Amjid and the Russian went out
to the car while I gave a quick blow job to Jas in the
Hall. Then they left.
'What was all that about?' he challenged, pulling me
down and sucking my nipples.
'What?' I asked.
'All that separate room stuff?'
'They wanted me to themselves,' I said, 'everyone's not
like you.'
'Fair enough,' he said pausing, 'but Jas didn't know
those guys.'
Another pause...
'Is he pimping you out?'
Grasping his dick, I said, 'Would you mind if he was?'
The hardening of his flesh in my hand betrayed him.
'Just worried it could be dangerous,' he grunted. 'But
you're not though, turning tricks are you?'
'Well, I suppose I am,' I cautiously responded. 'You
were right about the two guys tonight. They were paying
Jas for time with me.'
Pushing my legs apart, his rigid tool entered me and
bottomed out in one thrust.
'You don't mind then, your wife being a hooker?' I
laughed as he began to thrust urgently.
'How long you been doing it?' he grunted breathless.
'Well, to my knowledge about six months, but maybe a few
times before then, when I thought he was just asking me
to fuck his friends, you know, like swingers might do.'
'Oh, fucking hell,' he groaned and I felt him coming.
'You're some filthy whore alright.'
Afterward, he lay covering me for a few minutes then
started on again, 'Is it always here? How often? How
many? What are they like?'
I answered him, 'I's been a couple of times a month,
sometimes more if you're at a meeting or away. On
average, four guys every time, who for £50 get half an
hour, always with a condom.'
I felt him begin to swell again inside me and continued,
'Mostly youngish Asian guys, quite fit, but some older,
fatter business men, white and Asian, a few black guys
too I guess.'
My husband was once again rock-hard, and he was now
sliding gently in and out of me, taking his time between
the questions. 'What do you do with these guys?'
I giggled, 'Anything they want, they're paying.'
'Do they fuck your arse?'
'Some do,'
'Do they come in your mouth?'
'Lots of them, and they like to spunk over my face, I've
tongued a few arses as well,' I told him, knowing it was
firing him up.
He almost choked, 'Jesus Les, your such a dirty slut.'
He had obviously been doing the maths as he came to an
uncontrolled, juddering orgasm he gasped, 'You must have
had nearly fifty blokes already! Fucking hell, that's
two and half grand!'
As he lay there recovering he began the inquest anew.
How had it started and so on. He knew I was seeing Jas
on a regular basis (but for your readers I'll fill in a
bit more background,) and had been there when we first
met at a swingers club near Bromsgrove. It was above the
Marlbrook restaurant on the A38 and I think the
forerunner of Exstasia that later moved to West Brom.
On a Monday night couples were free and the club allowed
single blokes in. We often went. Gary liked watching me
with other men. They had this routine where they would
curtain off the dance floor and turn down the lights.
The presence of single guys on the floor was supposed to
be by invitation of couples or the woman but once inside
the curtain it was pretty much anything goes.
On this particular night we were on the floor and I was
getting plenty of stimulation from a couple of men while
Gary held me from behind, when suddenly there was a big
commotion. Some woman screaming, 'Get your filthy Paki
hands off me?' The lights came on and the bouncers moved
in.
All in all, I think the woman was told she needed to
mind her language and a young guy who turned out to be
Jas, was told he'd misread the signs and not to venture
where he wasn't welcome. It created a bit of an uneasy
atmosphere and he looked really shaken up. So I
approached him to reassure him that she was probably the
only woman at the club who was in the least bit racist,
blah, blah.
To convince him and also because he was quite handsome,
I took him on the floor for the next closed session. He
loosened up a bit but was clearly rattled. When the
lights came back up I said to Gary that I should take
him out to the car and help him relax. Gary gave me a
knowing look and said 'have fun.'
We got in the back of our car and as soon as I got my
hands on his long brown dick he seemed more comfortable.
A slow steady blow job, with a swallow finish convinced
him that all was not too bad in the world and after a
brief chat we returned to the club. I checked with Gary
and we decided to head home to continue the evening. I
jumped in with Jas and followed my husband home, where
they both made great efforts to wear me out. Highly
enjoyable. So that's how it started.
He came round to ours a couple of times for a repeat of
the threesome, occasionally I would go to his flat and a
couple of times we went to Bromsgrove. Gary was fired up
at the beginning but as the meet ups became more
routine, lost interest. He didn't want to stop me seeing
Jas but it didn't excite him any more hearing about or
seeing him fuck me. This was the normal pattern of
events he really got off on me having new, random
lovers.
I on the other hand, while enjoying the uncertainty of
meeting new guys, now and then found a guy that floated
my boat and Jas did. He was experimental, cheeky and fun
to be with. It wasn't long before he was getting one or
more of his mates to join us( these report backs did do
the trick for Gary). A few times we went out and met his
'friends' at their homes or business premises and after
he had touched me up in front of them he would whisper,
'Why don't you fuck them?' And I would either take them
out to the car, another room or if they were ok with it,
do it there and then. Later he would fuck me like crazy.
One evening he asked me if I would be the entertainment
at a guy's stag do. I was a bit cautious, but
interested. I'd done a couple of gangbangs which had
been a bit wild but on the whole good fun. He said it
was a mate of his, and there would be about fourteen
blokes aged between eighteen and thirty five involved. I
said I'd do it if he was there to make sure there was no
rough stuff.
It all went really well. I told Gary Jas had set me up
to entertain his mates at a stag night and he was ok
about me staying out all night on the Friday. About
8.30pm I pulled up at the Dirty Duck on the Hagley Road
and sashayed into the bar. Dressed as requested, as
every blokes fantasy of an office secretary. Hair up on
top, 6inch heels, seamed stockings, fitted grey suit and
crisp white blouse over black French Knickers, six strap
suspender belt, lacy push up bra, just the right amount
of bling and gallons of Chanel.
Even Jas was impressed and he'd seen it before. He'd
been waiting near the door and walked me over to where a
gaggle of young Asian men were already enjoying their
Friday night. He introduced me to the groom, Shaz. 'A
fine figure of a man,' I noted, with some relief. He
kissed me politely in the French fashion. 'And well
mannered,' I thought.
Shaz took over and quickly did the niceties with the
other guys. For their part, assuming they knew the
nature of my attendance there, they too were pleasant
and shook hands or gave a small kiss. Nothing suggestive
or improper. One of the guys organised me a Bacardi and
coke and we stood around making small talk. They were a
passable crew, no obvious challenges in the looks or
physique department.
Not that in such situations I've ever been picky but
they all seemed nicely turned out and clean albeit that
at least a couple to my eyes didn't look long out of
school. Having said that, our doctor looks about
fourteen. I counted eleven of them but Jas told me there
were two others who had gone ahead to an Hotel along the
road where they had booked some rooms. I'd agreed after
some assurance from Jas that we'd forgo condoms. He said
most of the guys would be married and not wanting to
take 'anything' home with them and the others probably
having their first encounter with a woman.
I'd been a bit concerned that these younger lads may
have been expecting a younger woman but they all seemed
quietly interested and expectant. Jas knew I was older
than him but I think imagined I was in my late thirties.
Truth was I was pushing fifty. Figure wise I still cut
it as a firm size ten with 36" B tits that still stood
up without a bra, a behind that was a testimony to the
number of miles I ran every week and my kind husband
said I could easily pass for thirty any day.
Mostly the conversation was of no consequence, a few
questions about where I came from, and such, which I
deftly avoided and only a couple checking whether I was
actually going to 'deliver the goods'. One of the young
looking kids sidled up to me sipping his lager, smiled
nervously and asked, 'Are you really going to fuck us
all?' to which I responded, 'Oh, at least twice, I
hope.'
He gulped his drink and stammered, 'O-oh, that's great,'
and wandered off.
We were in the Duck about an hour, maybe a little longer
when Jas informed me we were moving on. Everyone downed
their drinks looked at me knowingly and headed outside.
Jas and I followed. The lads set off to walk to wherever
we were going. Jas got in the car with me and we drove a
short distance back towards Bearwood to one of those
lackluster hotels set back from the road on the left. As
we waited in the car for the party to arrive, Jas
outlined what he thought should be the format to the
event.
They arrived boisterous and noisily, Shaz with another
lad leading the way. I remembered him as the Best Man if
they have such a thing. Azhar I think Shaz called him.
We joined them to enter the 1970's style foyer, and were
whisked straight through, down a short corridor to a
room with a small bar. Apparently one of the group
worked there, or knew someone who did and they had the
place to themselves and run of the bar.
The two guys who had gone ahead were manning the bar and
I was soon sipping on another very strong B and C. The
groom was in a group by the bar being regaled with the
sort of banter that I expect is the stuff of every stag
night. The 'you've still got time to back out' jokes and
the like.
It was time to kick off proceedings. I eased my way into
the centre of Shaz's group, stood in front of him and
looked him in the eye as I knocked back the remains of
my drink. Then reaching up behind his neck ( he was over
six foot), pulled his face down to kiss me. My tongue
pushed into his mouth, to find he tasted ok. Always a
relief! My other hand massaged his crotch. There were
murmurs of approval or excitement from his watching
mates as his hands fondled my backside.
Was he keen? His breathing was becoming rapid when I
gently disengaged and offered the same getting to know
you routine to the young kid next to him who had earlier
checked my intentions. The older lads hooted as my lips
fastened over his, and my hands pulled his juvenile hips
into mine. Grinding my crotch against him soon had the
desired effect and I could feel him harden against my
leg. Behind him, I saw Azhar smirking and decided he
would be my next victim.
Releasing the youth I reached for Azhar's hand and
stepped close to him. 'I think it's a bit warm' I
murmured unbuttoned the suit jacket and turned round to
let him slip it from my shoulders. The black bra stood
out distinctly under the sheer white of the blouse.
Stepping back I flattened myself against him facing the
others, who were now in a rough circle eagerly
anticipating the next move. Head back against his
shoulder my lips proffered a kiss. It was accepted in a
fevered connection of mouth and tongue. His hands roamed
the front of my body much appreciated by our audience.
Sliding down to my haunches I rubbed my face against the
bulge in his trousers, my knees akimbo. The skirt slid
up my thighs, exposed the stocking tops, suspenders and
the lacy edges of the French Knickers drawn tight
against the vee of my groin.
I heard the increase in the volume of the conversation
and imagining their comments on what they saw began to
fire me up too. Straightening up I took a couple of
paces across the circle. The skirt stayed obstinately up
around my hips and Azhar had managed to free up a couple
of buttons on the blouse, and pull it out of the skirt.
I asked two guys, they looked to be the oldest there, to
undo the remaining buttons. Somewhat nervously they
complied and when I let the flimsy top drop in their
hands as I stepped away, both looked a bit embarrassed.
Turning to the next in line, a man shorter than me, I
kissed him and as he seemed intent on doing it anyway
let him plant a kiss in my cleavage. Well, between my
breasts, I never had much of a cleavage. Turning my back
on him I asked him to unzip the skirt. No problem, and
he eagerly pushed it down round my ankles, taking the
opportunity to cop a feel of my behind as he did so. The
groom was facing me across the circle of men.
Every one of them had that look of expectation tinged
with a hint of uncertainty, like men have when their
team is seconds away from an important win, just waiting
for the whistle to blow. Stepping out of the skirt, I
took a pace towards Shaz licking my lips and beckoning
him forward.
I knew the view from the rear was appealing. Killer
heels seamed stockings with a Cuban heel, leading the
eye up the back of the leg to where the clips of the
suspenders sat just below the cheek of my behind. The
curve of my arse not quite concealed by the lace hem of
my French knickers. 'Easy feelers,' my husband called to
them, an expression he'd inherited from his dads
appreciation of wartime underwear.
Tilting my head back, I anticipated and got a full
blooded kiss from the groom. 'Don't you think it's time
to unwrap your parcel and start your party I whispered
as our mouths uncoupled. He needed no further prompting
and deftly unhooked my bra, before turning me round to
face his mates. His hands covered my breasts still in
their lacy cups, his mouth devoured mine. He threw the
bra into the now cheering group of lads, continued
kneading my tits with the one hand as the other pushed
its way under the waist band of my knickers.
Without ceremony his fingers pushed into my fanny,
easing the lips aside and pulling up to rub the broad
mound of his thumb against my clit. I was in the mood
now and while I had earlier taken the precaution of pre
-lubricating the essential orifices, my natural fluids
were in full spate. My hands busied themselves at his
crotch extricating his rock hard cock from his trousers.
It felt hot in my hands and I pushed my arse cheeks
against it. The next thing I know I am on my hands and
knees, knickers pulled to one side and his dick is in me
to the hilt. So much for a gentle start. He rammed into
me frantically and shot his load in seconds. The assault
was so fierce I'd not noticed some of the others were
already stripped down to their pants and less. Shaz's
cock slipped out of me, and I felt fingers exploring my
cunt probing the sticky mess.
The best man, completely naked stood in front of me and
pulled my face to his stubby fat prick. it filled my
mouth. He held my head and steadily fucked my face. My
hands found other cocks and worked them, as a second
penis easily nudged its way into my slippery snatch. I
pictured myself in this fevered circle of bodies and it
immediately triggered a response in my belly, As the
early promise of orgasm began, the stubby prick pulled
free of my lips to shoot its goopy snot over my face and
hair. I realised my hair originally in a sophisticated
French pleat was now loose and spunk streaked, around my
face.
'There goes the classy tart look,' I mused, accepting
another penis in my mouth and making a fuss of it with
my tongue.
With a yelp of appreciation the guy humping me
discharged his load and pulled away, his cock instantly
replaced with another, which slid in effortlessly
nudging my cervix at the first push and felt bigger than
its predecessors. Its owner took his time, using his
hands to tease my nipples and clit, probing my anus with
what felt like his thumb. He took his time, lay over me,
whispering, 'You enjoying my cock and such?'
It was tricky to express my appreciation with a mouth
full of dick. His steady rhythm and persistent teasing
of my clit and arse had me twitching into orgasm. my
arms felt weak and dropping to my elbows I let go of the
cocks I'd been wanking and felt my lips slacken on the
rod I was tonguing. Face in the carpet I shuddered as he
upped the pace and fucked me to his and my conclusion.
Vaguely aware of my face and body being spattered I
assumed some of the guys were jerking off on me, but I
couldn't move. 'Give her a minute or two,' I heard my
last lover say, as I felt his shrinking tool recede, and
his thumb exit my behind.
Someone brought me a drink and I sat up to gulp it down.
A very hairy-chested guy lay on the floor next to me and
invited me to sit on his impressive looking cock which
jutted up from his belly, bell end shiny, fat and decent
length. I finally took off my knickers, climbed aboard
and lowered myself onto the shaft. It squelched as my
buttocks met his groin, provoking some dirty laughs.
My new fuck, shouted 'time we made this baby airtight'.
pulled me down on his chest and pulled my arse cheeks
apart. There was a second of coolness on my arsehole as
someone applied some lubricant, followed by a couple or
three fingers opening up my hole. I'd already KY'd my
rear passage in anticipation of events but you can't
have too much lube up your bum. Then there was the
unmistakable nudge of a hot knob against the puckered
ring of my arse.
Internally I bore down which seem to allow your anal
muscles to relax. The cock pushed and paused while the
tight cavity accommodated to it, occasionally retreating
until eventually, its owners pubic hair grazed my
behind. 'Feel ok?' the guy plugging my arse enquired
genuinely concerned.
I nodded, 'Go gentle to start and it'll be fine we'll
all have fun.'
After an amusing few false starts when one or the other
slipped out, we eventually hit a rhythm where as I
lifted off the bloke I was straddling, the other guy was
pulling out of my bum and re entered as I lowered. You
don't have many sexual firsts in your late forties, but
I don't think I'd been dp'd before. At the other end
there was a choice of dicks to suck on and I swapped
from one to another till my head was held firmly while a
succession of different cocks emptied their offerings in
my mouth. Truth was I couldn't give them any attention
as I was being battered in an enjoyable frenzy.
The guys fucking my cunt and arse groaned to a
conclusion and I climbed off to find myself being guided
down onto an immediate replacement and another hard bell
end pushing at my sphincter. This slid somewhat more
easily into my anal canal and they soon were fucking me
in earnest. These two also literally came and went to be
followed by others. At some stage or other I collapsed
in another shuddering orgasm and was for a while fairly
out of it, just going through the motions almost
oblivious to, but at the centre of lots of sucking
fucking and wanking.
Things began to wind down, even young men it seems get
tired and I certainly was. One by one they drifted to
collect their clothes, a few said goodbye to me, most
just sidled out. Sometime after midnight, there was only
the groom, the best man Jaz and me. We remained naked,
except for Jaz who'd maintained a minder's distance from
the activity and I still had on my stockings and
suspenders.
Shaz brought me another large Bacardi and they all
sipped on scotches. Jas intimated it was time to leave,
I said I was well over the limit and needed to bed down
somewhere. Shaz and the best man indicated they were
staying in the adjacent room and grinning said I could
share with them. 'Ok' I shrugged my shoulders by way of
agreement and headed for the bedroom and a shower.
The accumulated deposits of the night were leaking from
both orifices and I felt the need to clean up. Jas
followed me to check I was comfortable with staying,
offering to get a taxi and fetch the car in the morning,
but I said I'd be fine. He watched me get in the shower
and said he was leaving.
I came out of the shower and climbed into one of the two
double beds in the room. Within minutes I was asleep,
and only roused briefly to find the groom alongside me.
sleeping soundly. Snoring from the other bed betrayed
the location of his best man. In the early light I was
awakened by the pleasant sensation of my nipples being
tongued.
Feigning sleep I lay as the ministrations continued
being followed by fingers gently probing my cunt.
Opening my eyes, they stared right into the face of the
groom on his way in for a kiss. Responding
enthusiastically were soon enjoying a gentle fuck. It
only lasted a few minutes but was a sweet contrast to
the frenetic couplings of last night. He asked if it was
possible to fix a meeting without going through Jaz.
When I gave him My number he then asked should He pay me
direct or deal with Jaz. Momentarily I was floored but
the realisation of implication of his questions was on
me in a very short time. I assured him he should deal
only through me. Deciding to leave before the best man
awoke with an early morning need, I dressed swiftly,
gave the groom a peck on the cheek and slipped out the
door.
As I headed home I contemplated the dressing down I was
going to deal out to Jaz as soon as. 'Cheeky bastard
whoring me out without so much as asking if was up for
it or not. He can take a running jump!' So much for good
intentions. 'I'm such a pushover where sex is
concerned.'
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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