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Archive name: Phil_Phantom_-_The_Deal.txt (M+/F, newlyweds, wife sharing, gb)
Authors name: Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)
Story title : Deal, The

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The Deal (M+/F, newlyweds, wife sharing, gb)
by Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)
HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

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Bill and Linda entered what they thought was a swank 
honeymooner's boutique looking for something to make 
their first time very special. Being from a small town 
in the Midwest, they had entered a world unlike they 
ever imagined, more a porn shop than a sexy lingerie 
store. The only thing missing were books and magazines, 
although they did have a large selection of videos in 
obscene packaging, which lined most walls and filled 
several floor racks. The rest was all sex toys and super 
slutty attire, nothing Linda would wear on a dare or use 
in a pinch. 

The Adam and Eve Boutique was clearly a dirty-old-Adam's 
domain, so she started to turn and head right back out. 
Bill stopped her. She didn't think he'd be into this 
sort of thing, but he obviously was, so, wanting to make 
this day special for him, the entire day, their first 
day as husband and wife, she became a smut shopper and 
feigned interest in smut, keying on that smut which 
interested Bill. Until she could get him out of there, 
they would be Mr. and Mrs. Smutshopper.

They perused all the video displays just so Bill could 
ogle the vulgar sex acts depicted on the covers. Linda 
never saw such filth with nothing left to the 
imagination. Raw, copious discharges of semen seemed to 
be the major lure to induce a customer to buy - in some 
cases, rent. That made no sense to Linda unless the 
customers were all homosexuals, but then why all the 
attractive female models. The gay selections were in the 
gay area, a small area. Thank god, Bill wasn't 
interested in that area. 

Linda had to feign interest in the extra large organs 
that discharged extra large amounts of mess in, on, and 
over wide open vaginas that had been shaved of all hair. 
How any young woman could assume such a pose with her 
parents still living was a mystery. He also loved the 
models who were drenched in cum, the object of what he 
called a circle jerk. The cumee being the centerpiece of 
the circle jerk. Gross. Disgusting, but she often said, 
"Yes, that's really something."

At least now she knew why he asked her to shave. She 
thought he meant lips, not the whole thing. She'd need 
time in the bathroom to make the correction, but she 
didn't like the idea of denuding herself of all pubic 
hair. Lips were fine, that was neat and tidy, 
understandable for men into oral sex, which she knew he 
was, but bald was vulgar. Only a whore would do such a 
thing, and what sort of man would want a wife looking 
like that. Obviously Bill.

To her amazement and chagrin, Bill showed greatest 
interest in the filthiest of slut wear: crotchless 
panties, cut-out bras, assless leather shorts, any item 
of apparel designed to highlight what cloting is 
supposed to hide. Most shocking was his interest in 
getting her a dildo, a selection of dildos, a variety of 
dildos. She found herself shopping for them when she had 
no idea why she'd need them, or why any married woman 
would need one much less a variety, and they were so 
vulgar, so real, so varied, so many to choose from. 
Linda looked over a spinster's smorgasbord of smut toys 
that littered one entire wall of Smutland.

She just wanted to grab one and go, but Bill wanted to 
shop, peruse them all, discuss their features with a 
sales assistant (the last thing Linda wanted, especially 
an older male) and in a store filled with men who seemed 
very amused by a young woman out dildo shopping in a 
short dress she couldn't bend over in without showing 
her ass. 

The absurd dress was Bill's honeymoon gift, so she had 
to wear it, though New Orleans would be the only place 
she would ever wear a dress like that. Bill insisted, 
and insisted they shop and take their time as Hanover 
had nothing like this to offer. Linda thought, "No 
screaming shit. Hanover is not a suburb of Hell; The 
French Quarter most certainly is."

To make matters worse, the man helping them was very 
lewd, crude, spoke to be overheard, and kept touching 
her in a familiar way while discussing her vagina and 
masturbation habits, only he never called that sex organ 
between her legs a vagina - sometimes pussy, but more 
often, cunt, a term you just don't hear in Hanover, even 
from the lewd, crude, and socially unaceptable riff 
raff. They might call it a twat, snatch, or beaver, but 
not cunt...although she did break up with a guy who 
called her a cunt, but she called him a prick, and he 
wasn't from Hanover. 

No man ever asked her if she shaved her cunt or what she 
liked to fuck herself with. Then again, she never went 
fuck toy shopping with expert help to wait on her. While 
he conducted that obscene interrogation, she had Bill 
constantly urging her to relax and not be a prude, to 
answer and be honest...oh, and to speak up. She had to 
answer several times until everyone heard the question 
and her honest answer. 

Linda finally had to decide between storming out or 
going along. Seeing how much this vulgar experience 
meant to Bill, she couldn't bring herself to let him 
down, not on this day, not after waiting so long. They 
had been quite sexual for quite some time but had never 
gone "all the way." They were saving that.

If he wanted to kick their sex life off with a vulgar 
adventure, well, maybe that wasn't a bad idea. Sexual 
adventures were what honeymoons were all about, that and 
love making. She figured they'd do the love making to 
the point of boredom before getting involved in anything 
adventuresome. Then again, they did come to New Orleans 
for the adventure potential. Both were on the honeymoon 
agenda. 

Still, it seemed they were going about this backward, 
but he obviously wanted the adventure first. When that 
got boring, maybe he'd lay her down and make mad 
passionate love to her. Linda was discovering that a 
great deal about Bill was bass ackwards.

In the end, she opted to ride it out, play along, and 
kept telling herself that these men don't matter. They 
would never see those men again and they were a thousand 
miles from Hanover. The creepy guys were relatively easy 
to ignore. 

They were nothings, nobodies - faceless strangers in a 
strange place. The salesman wasn't, and he kept getting 
bolder all the time. Of course, he knew Bill was trying 
to help, trying to get her to open up and relax. Linda 
had to wonder what if anything Bill would object to 
since he said nothing when Max (the salesman, actually 
the owner) tried to slip her panties down so she could 
try a few.

Try a few! Dildos! In the store! Out in the open! Was he 
insane?

Was Bill? Did New Orleans have no obscenity laws at all?

Linda had to resist that insanity. No way were they 
pulling her panties down, and if those fools thought 
they could stuff one of those...those things up her... 
up her cunt, they had another thing coming, not with all 
those sleazy men gathering close to see how this 
exciting drama played out. No way, ... although Linda 
had to admit that if the Adam and Eve Boutique had a 
dildo try-out room, she was sorely tempted to go there 
with that big, black, motorized thing with ribbed 
ticklers and give that pussy pleasing puppy a test 
drive. She'd had her cunt touched one too many times by 
a perfect stranger perfectly to completely rule out that 
possibility.

They had reached a dildo shopping impasse when she 
refused to drop her panties. Unless she could try the 
items, there was no point in going on. This was absurd 
but clearly fell into the sexual adventure category, not 
one she'd pick, but one Bill was very into. With that in 
mind, Linda played along - at least with the attempt. 

Two men doing their best to get her out of her panties 
did appeal to a certain part of her - the part in the 
panties and the part of her brain that controlled that 
part. She kept telling herself to forget about the 
customers, but that was so hard for her to do. They kept 
taking greater interest in her, with more entering and 
none leaving, now nine or ten. She ignored them too well 
for a precise head count. 

Hell, the eaves-dropping customers knew her pussy type 
and twat barbering preference (shaved lips), her 
masturbation habits (duration and frequency), along with 
everything she had ever used to fuck herself with (which 
was a lot once she listed them). They were practically 
on a first name basis and had to be thinking she was way 
too obsessed with her own cunt, a compulsive 
masturbator, horny, hard-up, easy, a midwest slut. 

After answering all questions truthfully, Linda had to 
wonder. Bill said be honest; she was honest. She was 
normal and typical of any drop-dead-gorgeous Hanover 
nineteen-year-old, but she no longer felt normal or 
typical. She felt like a seasoned New Orleans hooker on 
a shopping spree. She even looked the part in that 
stupid dress that Bill must have purchased at Sluts R 
Us.

Max was good at copping a feel of pussy while trying to 
get a customer out of her panties. He obviously did this 
sort of thing quite a bit and must have had a measure of 
success. She could not fault the technique because sly 
light touches between the legs did seem to put a shy 
lady in a more cooperative frame of mind - less jumpy, 
less tense, less likely to take offense at being fondled 
between the legs. 

After a few minutes of being subtle, he could pet her 
pussy. Although she held onto his wrist, she no longer 
pushed. With a man's hand between her legs, it just 
seemed right that she look like she were trying to eject 
him. She didn't know why she even bothered with the 
pretense since Bill was still urging her to relax and 
not be a prude. He could plainly see what Max was doing. 
Everyone could.

Max was good at petting pussy, very good, most 
excellent. He used a light stroking touch and stayed 
outside the panties. In time, this lovely, stroking of 
her sex felt very relaxing. In more time, she felt like 
anything but a prude as she didn't mind that others were 
staring at the finger stroking through the lips of her 
panty-covered sex, firmly stroking panty fabric into the 
groove and exposing portions of pulpy bare cunt lip on 
both sides. 

They could see this obscene stroking plainly as Max had 
moved her dress material up so that they could see. In 
fact, he had the material bunched up at the waist band. 
Bill had the material pulled up in back to the small of 
her back, so in essence, they were seeing her in panties 
being pussy petted. 

If this was the sexual adventure Bill wanted, that was 
fine with her. If he wanted Max to handle his foreplay, 
Linda was all for that. In fact, she had to commend 
Bill's wise choice. As soon as she could get Bill alone, 
she'd fuck his brains out and he wouldn't have to lift a 
finger or get his lips wet. If they made it to the room, 
they'd be lucky. The elevator sounded close enough. 
Maybe the back seat of a taxi would do. If they didn't 
leave soon, the floor of the store would suffice and 
anyone would do.

The lookie loos had gathered close and brave souls were 
copping feels. Bill didn't mind, so that was fine with 
her. They were copping feels of everything except pussy, 
as pussy was occupied. Hands reached in from every 
quarter to slip inside her bra or down the back of her 
panties. Other hands stroked her legs, belly, and back. 
Hands were all inside her dress. 

Any bare skin was a prize on this fair-skinned midwest 
beauty. Bill had no objection but Max did. This was his 
show and he was trying to get the bitch to relax and get 
the panties off the slut. "Be patient," he said, "She's 
coming around."

Linda couldn't agree more and had passed the point when 
she wanted the panties off, but she wasn't quite ready 
to take a dildo - almost, but not quite. She wanted to 
tell him to keep that firm slit stroke up a bit longer 
and she'd be willing to try a few. In fact, if he was 
game, with nothing on at all. 

By this time, she knew Bill would like that very much, 
and the others were hoping to see her naked. Bill 
described her naked body to them, but there is nothing 
like seeing a well-built, naked, young woman in the 
flesh. The fact that she was a brand new bride made her 
somewhat of a collector's item, and she felt like a rare 
item on the auction block being examined prior to taking 
any bids.

Bill acted like the owner who was very eager to auction 
her off. Linda loved hearing Bill's description, but 
loved even more when he pulled the back of her panties 
down to show them her luscious ass. Linda was thankful 
that Max didn't object to him doing that. 

By this time, she had completely turned herself over to 
Max, her pussy especially. He knew how to relax a bitch 
and work a slut without her taking offense to those 
terms. She even stepped out a bit to give him easier 
access to her crotch. Her hand didn't hold his wrist, 
her fingers trailed over his forearm. He stroked her; 
she stroked him. 

While silently encouraging Max, she listened to the men 
rave about her sexy ass. Bill pulled her cheeks apart to 
show them a virgin asshole. They all got a good look at 
a virgin asshole, and Linda had never been proud of her 
asshole before, or shown it to anyone, or allowed anyone 
else to show it. This was now a true sexual adventure 
for her. The bidding was sure to go sky high. She had 
that virgin asshole thing going for her, and from what 
she could gather, her virgin asshole was an exceptional 
model of virgin asshole in highly prized pink.

Bill kept working the dress material up her torso, and 
shitheads were fingering her ass, so Max went ahead and 
drew the panties down. Linda stepped free of the panties 
with her dress rucked up in her pits, with fingers up 
her ass. Max told Bill to get rid of the dress and the 
bra, which he did, leaving Linda naked in sandals with 
two long black fingers up her ass. 

Linda wasn't quite ready to be naked in sandals, but Max 
went to work on her naked pussy and soon got her ready. 
He got her more than ready, but he had help. Linda 
didn't feel like she had a virgin asshole any longer, 
but no one seemed to mind. The guy in the rear raved 
about her fucking ass.

Max ordered a couple of men to fetch a camera from 
behind the counter and bring a short, padded stool with 
a reclining back support, perfect for beavers Linda 
discovered after she sat on the stool. Two men helped 
her make a good beaver better and one was Bill, which 
came as no surprise. 

Max kept one hand busy in her beaver which kept Linda 
from getting upset by this gross exposure even as a man 
readied a camera to take pictures with her legs held in 
the sitting splits. Of course, Max still had help from 
the black man who was very into anal sex with midwest 
white chicks. Max knew to leave the black man alone to 
do his thing. Max knew a weakness when he saw one. Max 
was good. 

Max was so good that when the time came to take the 
shots, he took his hand away and she followed his 
instructions to open her pussy lips, still with the 
black man finger fucking her ass. He wasn't in the way. 
She lined the fingertips along both lips and opened 
herself wide, revealing a large oval of intimate pink 
pussy flesh no man other than a husband or doctor has 
any business seeing. Linda didn't see any doctors and 
had to wonder about the husband. She held herself open 
for a series of beaver shots taken from several angles.

After that, the dildos came into play. Max selected the 
dildo, picked the hole, and inserted, but she fucked 
herself all the while pictures were being taken. She 
fucked herself for half an hour with at least three 
dozen as customers came but never went.

What started with seven grew to seventeen and had gotten 
completely out of hand with all those men taking 
liberties. Several jacked off on her which was a bit 
much. The first two smothered her tits. That was pretty 
neat, but the next four jacked off in her face. That was 
totally uncalled for, got sticky crap all in her hair, 
and some got in her eyes. Sperm in the eyes is no 
laughing matter, but they were all laughing.

The black man she grew quite fond of, letting him put 
his long black cock in her mouth and jack off. No guy 
had ever ejaculated in her mouth before, and he didn't 
even warn her. He did it on purpose. Linda thought that 
was very rude. What's more, he expected her to swallow 
his copious load and twisted her nipple real hard until 
she did. 

No one took pity, and most laughed when she gagged and 
had to nurse on that vulgar man with tears streaming 
down her cheeks while he milked his spent organ and 
called her filthy names, not the least of which was 
white trash whore and cock-sucking slut. 

The novelty of this sexual adventure was quickly wearing 
thin. The prude stood no chance of resurfacing. They 
effectively buried her, but the new bride was becoming a 
bit miffed by the outrageous conduct of her new groom. 

When he invited everyone to stop by the honeymoon suite 
for a piece of ass, that did it, and he made that offer 
while she still had that nigger's dick in her mouth, 
nursing nicely on the asshole nigger so that he wouldn't 
hurt her nipples again. They were all assholes and they 
were all niggers. She, in fact, married a nigger asshole 
- a generous one, too. 

For a young lady who aspired to be a pre-school teacher 
and church choir director to suddenly find herself 
married to a white nigger while nursing on a black one, 
the reality of life and what men really think of women 
sank in. She had some asshole jerking off with his cock 
wrapped in her long brown hair that she painstakingly 
brushed for one-hundred strokes each night. She didn't 
know if semen was good for hair or bad for hair but she 
already had enough in her hair to constitue for a cream 
rinse. More was sure to be added, and one entire load 
seemed destined there. After the tits got drenched, face 
and hair seemed the most popular targets.

Linda had a face dripping with another jerk's wad and 
was about to struggle up when Max decided he couldn't 
wait. What she took to be another large dildo going up 
her ass was actually Max. That took all the fight out of 
her and made her settle back even as another jerk 
readied to anoint her lovely face with a fresh wad of 
dick snot. Her mind wasn't on semen; her mind was 
between her legs. No dildo felt that good. 

She watched Max fuck her along with everyone else, and 
was just as excited by the sight of a woman getting butt 
fucked in a sex shop. When the creamy load hit her, she 
tried to catch some in her mouth and ended up sucking on 
the dick, nursing on the last of his discharge. She 
swallowed without gagging, then nursed nicely without 
being threatened. 

Bill was beside himself, had his dick out, and was 
jacking off with several others. If he was happy, she 
was happy. If he wanted to share his bride, she was all 
for that. She looked around for another cock to suck, 
one that looked ready. She selected one, took him into 
her mouth, and pumped his cock until he discharged. She 
sucked and swallowed, then wanted another, then another. 
Guys who had been reluctant to jack off weren't 
reluctant to get a good blow job. There was no shame in 
that, not from a looker like her.

Max was in no hurry and fucked a woman's ass the way he 
petted pussy, very pleasant, most soothing. Linda liked 
Max a lot. She never met a man like Max before. He 
seemed to know women so well, at least how to control 
them through their vaginas. Just as some cowboys have a 
way with horses, and the horse is nothing more than a 
means to an end to them, that was how Max was with a 
woman. The horse doesn't resent being used properly, and 
Linda suspected, neither do Max's women. Linda felt more 
like Max's woman than Bill's wife.

Ten minutes into the fuck, Max looked to Bill and said, 
"I'd like to borrow your bride, put her to work for me, 
have her turn a few tricks, do a few chicks, make a few 
fuck videos, do some skin magazine posing, say a week of 
steady work. Can you do without her for a week?"

Linda looked to Bill with a cock in her mouth. He looked 
to Linda, then at the cock still sawing lazily in her 
rectum. Linda thought for sure he would decline that 
deal, but when he kept staring at the cock fucking her 
stretched-thin anal rose bud, she realized he had a 
serious problem that wasn't likely to go away after the 
honeymoon. Passing her around to other men like a 
carnival pony ride would be her lot in life. Maybe that 
wasn't a bad way to live. It was worth trying, and no 
better place than a thousand miles from nowhere. 

With that in mind, she brought a hand to her clit and 
began rubbing. The other hand did its best to bring up a 
load of cum. Bill took that as a positive sign, 
surprised to see a positive sign when he thought she 
might be pissed that he didn't immediately decline the 
absurd offer, especially when the offer didn't offer any 
needed money. He watched her closely, especially the 
sucking of the climax she induced. When the rubbing 
became more intense and involved the other hand, he 
said, "Honey, would you mind serving as Max's whore for 
a week?"

Linda took her mouth off the dick she was nursing on to 
say, "No, I wouldn't mind being his whore." She then 
went right back to nursing like a cock-sucking whore.

"Are you willing to do anything he wants you to do?"

Now licking the spent appendage, she paused to say, 
"Yes. I'll do anything. I'll consider myself his 
property for as long as you stipulate. Whatever he 
requires of me, I'll apply myself to and try to be the 
best whore I can possibly be and make as much money for 
him as I can."

"What about the pictures and videos? Do you care what he 
does with those?"

"No, if he owns me, he owns any pictures or videos he 
takes of me. They'll be his property. Whatever he does 
with them is fine with me. I hope he makes a lot of 
money."

"We could make this for the full two weeks of our 
honeymoon if you want. Can I give you to him for two 
weeks?"

"Sure, whatever you want if that's what he wants. 
Whatever term you two agree on, I'll serve, just so long 
as it doesn't go beyond the term of our scheduled 
honeymoon. I must return to work on the eighteenth."

Max said, "Let's make it two weeks, then."

Bill said, "All right, but I'd like to watch."

"Fine, just remember who she belongs to. If you want to 
fuck her, it'll cost you."

"How much?"

"Fifty short time; two-fifty all night. I don't give 
hubby discounts. Take it or leave it."

"I'll take it. She's all yours until the morning of the 
seventeenth. We have a plane to catch at noon."

"You'll get her back at the boarding gate, but you might 
want to have something decent for her to put on. I'm 
taking delivery of a whore, and I'll return a whore."

"All right. Do we shake on it?"

"No, I'm fucking on it, now shut up while I fuck this 
bitch."

Bill shut up. Linda climaxed. The rest is one, long, 
sordid fuck story with a sad ending. Let's just say they 
lived happily ever after, just not with each other.

The End

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