The Girl next Door

 Normally I love my job.

I love the work, I love the people, and I am good at it.

If I have a complaint, it might be that everyone was too nice, boringly nice.

Everyone treats me as if I am the stereotypical "nice girl next door."

My bosses, my co-workers, and even our customers treat me like I am everyone's "little sister." I am sure that most of them are convinced I teach Sunday school and always wear dresses even on my days off. Being 5.1 and 105 pounds doesn't help. I am constantly asked for ID and am told that I couldn't possibly be 26. My small boobs and long hair, especially when my hair is braided make it difficult for me to buy wine or liquor. Even now, I can wear coveralls and braids and get into movies at the kid rate.

Admittedly, I certainly have always looked like the "good girl" in school and at work.

My friends and teachers always said that I never got in trouble and never seemed to do anything bad.

I got married immediately after university, we were able to get a nice little house, and we both have good jobs. Even after being married for five years, I can understand why people would think that we were just a nice wholesome boring married couple. I even garden and sing in the choir at church.

People who think that is all that I am would be wrong though.

We are like that book everyone says not to judge by its cover.

Despite loving my job and being good at it, my Friday could not end fast enough.

Time dragged and dragged. I found that I could hardly concentrate on anything, much less work.

Everyone and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. It seemed to take a week to get to lunch and a month later, it was still only 3:24.

In my mind, I was a million miles away. I was thinking about an unexpected text and its implications.

Mercifully, 4:30 finally arrived and I turned off my computer and gathered my things.

I was excited, almost trembling in anticipation as I started walking to the parking garage. I hoped, honestly, that I wasn't being unconsciously rude to anyone because I was so distracted. I was afraid that I might have ignored my coworkers' "good nights" as I anticipated what was waiting for me in my car.

As I entered the parking garage, I caught a reflection of myself in the glass windows.

There was no doubt I look much younger than I am. I am well-proportioned though and in good shape. My body was attractive but not perfect. I run, do yoga as well as watch my diet. I don't think I am vain, but I admit I do feel sexy when my body catches the attention of men and even other women. But at barely 5 feet and maybe 100 lbs, I am tiny compared to my coworkers.

Despite that, occasionally I catch their eyes lingering for a few extra seconds on my ass or my small boobs. Each time it happens, my pulse races, and I feel myself getting damp and excited, just like the very first time someone noticed my body.

I know they would be surprised to learn my secrets.

Today, I wore a nice summer skirt, the hem just above my knees with my beige boots, a loose men's style dress shirt, a nice necklace, a little makeup, and jewelry. My hair was in a loose bun and I walked with a slight sway to my hips, nothing overt, just simple and natural.

I smiled at my reflection and said under my breath, "Just like the girl next door."

I wasn't complaining, in fact, I worked hard to maintain and project that image.

I considered myself a solid 7 or maybe an 8 but not a 10. As if to emphasize the point, under my dress, I wore one of my plain white bras and a pair of comfortable but plain white cotton panties.

Looking at me, nobody would think anything other than, "Nice and cute, but exciting sex for her would just be her on top, nothing more."

For most of my life, that had been my reality. Both my husband and I had been inexperienced when we were married and we stumbled through sex on our wedding night and for several months afterward. I had only ever been with one person prior and that should hardly have counted. That guy did zero foreplay, and he fucked me in the backseat of his father's car for less than five minutes. My husband had been a virgin but at least he was willing to eat me after I gave him his first blow job.

Something happened though. We both had wanted to please each other so much that at almost the same time, we both discovered online porn, then erotic stories, and then we started learning together. We got better, we got more adventurous, and we soon found our appetites only increasing. You might say we became addicted to pleasing each other through sex.

As my husband Paul improved, he gravitated towards becoming more dominant while I embraced becoming submissive to his desires. We moved slowly from straight missionary sex to engage in different ways to satisfy ourselves and each other, in particular with oral sex, at home, and in places over time increasingly in more exposed locations. With each passing month, our pace of sexual discoveries and experimentation seemed only to increase.

After our second anniversary, he started taking nude or partially nude pictures of me. The pictures never revealed my entire face so looking at them you couldn't tell it was me. Like most things we did, we started very basic and then advanced.

Before long, he was taking pictures of me nude in public places. He created an online album showing me naked at home, then in parks, libraries, and public streets; each time my body was fully exposed but my face was always partially hidden.

We were to the point now that we could be out hiking, he would just have to nod at me, and almost instantly I would be naked, and he would take pictures of me.

Sometimes I would masturbate, other times I would suck his cock while he remained clothed and I was on my knees. He encouraged me to keep up the façade of my "good girl" appearance, but privately he started posting pictures of me on several websites as we explored more and more explicit aspects of sex.

We may have started like two wide-eyed innocents but the more we explored, the more we wanted to try, and the more we did try, and nothing was off limits.

Something about being naked made me lose control of my inhibitions. As we experimented with more things, we found that my image of the "girl next door image," was becoming more of my disguise and the "sex experimenter" became who I really was.

Soon every time we would go on long car trips, I would be naked before we left the city limits. At first, it was only when it was dark outside that Paul would play with me.

Sometimes I would recline the seat and use my toys on myself. Before long, I wouldn't cover myself when truckers looked down on me. Then we began showing me off during the day, often Paul would pull off on those rest areas and ravish me.

Sometimes he even tied me up naked and stretched out on the reclined front seat for the entire drive.

Other times when we hiked, often I would be naked while he remained dressed, the last time he tied me between two trees, blindfolded me, and then pretended to be a stranger and fucked me while I was tied up. Sometimes I would have to quickly hide when other hikers appeared on the trail but Paul would encourage me to imagine being caught by strangers and letting them fuck me while he watched. So far, that hadn't happened.

Recently Paul surprised me by asking about how I felt about having sex with a woman or if I had ever wanted to fuck his father or my father. I always would say, "Yes." I told him, "I would do anything he wanted me to do," after saying those few words, Paul began talking even more about sharing with me. I had noticed his appetites only seemed to be getting stronger and we explored more extreme sex.

Then one-day text messages began.

Each time, they began the same way, with one word, "Tonight."

Each time he raised the bar on what would happen to me. He was training me. Now as soon I received the message I became so horny I could hardly focus on doing any work. My messages always came at work. I found everything about the messages to be very exciting, very slutty, and very incredible. There was no pattern to how often it happened, it was totally random and truthfully not nearly enough for me.

Like what happened today.

An hour after arriving at work there was a text message on my cell from Paul.

It was the same simple message. One word but it was enough to totally derail my entire day.

"Tonight."

It was enough.

I could feel the sweat appearing and beading on my forehead as I looked at the text.

I could feel my heart beating faster.

I felt the flush that always turned the skin on my neck and chest bright red. I was afraid my coworkers would notice. I could feel that sweet electric buzz from my nerve endings between my legs and the wetness that always happened when I got these messages.

The last time had been almost a month ago. I worried that Paul had gotten tired of them and had decided to stop. I was so excited when I saw that one word. I wondered if he could sense I needed my fix. I remembered the last time.

That day too, his message had caused my ability to concentrate and focus to evaporate.

Although the message was always the same, each time what followed was always a surprise, always different, and always very bad.

If my co-workers only knew ... what would they think? I small tremor shook my body at the thought of myself and my secrets being exposed.

Right now though, lost in the whirlwind of my imagination and anticipation I walked to my small car in the parking garage. A simple compact sedan, not fancy or flashy, a practical little car, just very nice, like my disguise. I unlocked the door and climbed into the driver's seat.

There it was. A plain white envelope sitting on the passenger seat. Just like always.

My hands were shaking a little as I closed the door.

Self-consciously I looked in both directions. The last of the office crush was still trickling out of the elevators, the quicker and more anxious people had already left, but the slower ones were just starting their cars, the last goodbyes were being said for the weekend, and taillights were heading towards the exit ramps.

I had started the engine but had made no effort to leave the parking spot. More sweat beaded on my forehead despite the coolness inside the car. Lower down I wondered if I would leave a wet spot on my skirt. Self-consciously I brushed my hair back without thinking about doing it and undid one of the buttons on my shirt.

The envelope was sitting on the seat. The front and back were blank.

I reached for it, took it, and ripped it open with shaking hands.

Inside was a single page and something heavier as well. I had to turn the interior light on inside the car to read the note and see what the heavier object was.

"Key Motel, Room 7," nothing else.

I dumped the object out onto my lap.

I had no idea how Paul had managed to put the note into my car, he had been working on the other side of the city since first thing this morning. The letter hadn't been there when I parked this morning.

I knew a little about the Key Motel. It was just off the main highway on the industrial side of town. I noticed it from time to time when I had to visit clients in that part of town. According to some co-workers, it had at one time been a cute little roadside country motel. Now it was isolated amid the retail and industrial sprawl.

It had seen better days and its reputation now was decidedly less cute. Some of the office crew joked it was a motel that was rented by the hour, not by the night. One person had said it was a place for sluts and whores. I could feel my panties getting even wetter as my nipples strained within the tightness of my bra.

"Perfect for me," I said to the steering wheel.

I smiled and put the car in gear. Driving out of the parking garage, my mind swirled wondering what lay in store for me.

I don't remember the drive. I know it took more than thirty minutes or so and I passed through an endless number of traffic lights. All the while, my mind drifted back to other nights when I had received Paul's messages.

Each time instructions followed the initial message in a plain white envelope that was always in my car at the end of the day. I would be instructed to do things. I believed that Paul always left the choice up to me. So far, I had never refused.

It always happened at night, always at night, and always on a Friday too, like today. The instructions always involved me doing something very naughty. They had begun with me getting secretly naked in a public place like an isolated park or a quiet corner of a mall parking lot, and masturbating in unusual places until I orgasmed. What added to the excitement was the knowledge that there was always a chance that I would be caught.

Subtly the instructions shifted from parking lots to places like the late show at the movie theatre or in the library near closing time. The movie theatres were almost always nearly empty so I could have fun but I did worry about someone seeing me.

The library had lots of hidden corners that helped, but each time the instructions demanded more risk-taking. They were always exciting but while I did worry about being caught, Paul knew I was addicted and knew there was no way I would refuse or stop following his instructions.

On one of the more recent nights, Paul had increased the stakes. I had been instructed to visit an adult theatre and strip naked while the movie played, that time I had to masturbate and not get caught, which wasn't easy, I had very nearly been caught in a room full of horny men. I shivered at the thought, not from fear, but from excitement. At the time I had wondered if Paul might have been one of the men in the room with me.

Each time when I got home, even that movie night, Paul would be waiting for me. He would have me strip and tell him every detail. When I was finished he would fuck my brains out. When we watch porn together increasingly the themes were about wives being fucked by strange men and or women, usually four or five at a time.

The last few times he had even chosen videos where husbands would prostituting their wives. We would lie in bed, both naked, watching and rewatching while he fucked me again, often from behind so we could both watch the videos.

When he would ask what I thought, I told him I would be happy to be his little whore. That first response to that question and each time since would make Paul fuck me even harder and always much rougher than we usually would. I loved the rougher sex.

Each time over breakfast the next morning Paul would ask, "Would you do that? Would you sleep with other men for money?" I responded the same way by cleaning his cock and giving him a blowjob at the breakfast table.

This last time I said, "If I could be paid to fuck all day and all night for you, I would quit my day job and be a hooker full-time." With that, Paul hoisted me onto the table from my knees and fucked me right on the table.

When he was finished, he left me laying on the table with his cum leaking from my pussy and grabbed his wallet. Folding a hundred-dollar bill he slipped it into my dripping pussy and said, "You earned this."

He smiled and even though we were already both late for work, he said how much it turned him on to think I would be his little whore. As he left for work, I| felt so dirty, so slutty, and so horny. I was almost 100% positive he was setting me up, but he seemed to like manipulating me and I reveled in being his "bad girl."

I thought about that as I wondered what awaited behind the door in room 7 at the key. The last time his instructions had included a motel was when it had been room 12 in the Starlight Motel off route 80, what a night that had been. I arrived at the room, opened the door, and was surprised to find a man waiting for me. He had an envelope too, except his was full of money and there were instructions for me.

The man watched while I read the instructions.

An hour later the man left me lying nude on the bed. His cum was inside me and leaking from my well fucked pussy. My makeup smeared, my clothes wrinkled and scattered everywhere, and the money in the envelope rolled and wedged inside my pussy.

Before leaving the man had said, "You were worth every penny."

That was the first time my husband had me perform sex for money. I really was a whore.

After the man had been gone for a while, I reread the instructions and complied with the rest of what Paul had written.

I remember driving home in my work clothes as per the instructions, a stranger's cum leaking from my pussy. My panties were covered in his cum. I felt so dirty and so slutty, it was everything I could do not to play with myself. But that wasn't allowed.

Paul met me at the door, asked for and took $50 of the money from me; his fee he said. He pulled me into the house and fucked me against the inside door. He fucked me rough and hard, with an animalist furor that was unlike anything he had ever done to me before. When he was finished, he left me sitting against the door, his cum now mixed with the first man's, my head was spinning, my pussy throbbing, and a growing puddle of juices spreading around me.

Long after Paul had gone to sleep, I laid awake thinking about what I had done and what I was becoming. We both knew I was becoming addicted to this, my appetite for sex seemed to be growing, as did Paul's for this particular brand of sex.

Could tonight be better, would Paul have prostituted me again? The heat and moisture between my thighs increased at the thought. Absentmindedly, I never noticed my free hand caressing my breasts through my now almost completely undone shirt.

My breathing was labored as I pulled into the Key's parking lot, I couldn't believe how 1970's it looked from the outside. I almost expected to see hookers standing by the door. I wondered if I was becoming a nymphomaniac, certainly, the label "slut" was appropriate. My pussy tingled as I said "slut" aloud. Then I thought of the $200 and I thought that maybe "whore" was more fitting. Thinking about being both broke the quiet silence as I actually moaned aloud.

I ground my thighs together and almost came in the driver's seat I was so horny.

I noticed my work clothes and thought how out of place my "girl next door" disguise was in this place.

As I sat in the car, I noticed a large faded neon sign that advertised X-rated movies in each room. I parked the car, locked it, unconsciously counted the rooms, and then headed for what should be number 7.

Using the key from the envelope I opened the door and darkness beckoned.

Inhaling, I could detect a faint odor of perfume, and the unmistakable scent of sex, both sensations drew me further into the room.

Searching and finding a light switch, the light revealed what I expected, mirrors on the ceiling, and a round bed that dominated the room.

I had been right about the motel, everything in the room screamed 1970's décor with wood paneling and old, not antique furniture. The only thing new was a huge TV mounted to the wall that had a webcam attached to it. A sign hung beside it ... "Make your own porn ... video equipment rentals $150 per night."

A small package, a little bigger than a shoebox, sat on the bed wrapped in the plain white paper. There was my overnight bag as well. Inside the bag were some shaving cream, a razor, and my perfume. The scent was Paul's favorite, a mix of cinnamon and wildflowers.

Lying next to the box was a receipt for $150 with a password hand-written on the bottom. Someone had already positioned the camera and looking closer I noticed a couple of lighting tripods in place. It was obvious Paul wanted to record whatever he had planned for tonight.

I was almost disappointed that there wasn't someone waiting in the room with another envelope. However, I have to admit the idea of the camera and TV was intriguing.

I sat down on the bed with my knees under me and reached for the package, my heart racing, wondering what was in store for me.

I ripped it open and let the packaging fall to the floor. With a great deal of excitement, I peered into the interior.

The first thing I found was a pair of open-toed heels with intricate thin black leather straps. But these weren't just any shoes. These shoes were incredible; I had never seen a real pair of stilettos before. The heels must have been 5 inches. I had never even seen a pair of shoes like that in person, although the women in the videos we watched wore them quite often.

Not only were the heels unreal, but the straps were also intricate black leather and they looked so slutty. I also noticed the size and smiled, they were my size. My husband thought of everything.

I slipped off my plain but comfortable work shoes. I ran my fingers along the long hard spike that was the heel of one of the shoes with my eyes closed. My hands trembled a little. I slipped one on and tried to stand. I stood, teetering on one heel for several minutes feeling almost intoxicated with the wantonness of the shoes. I loved how sexy they made me feel.

Gingerly I slipped the second one on and I managed to walk the length of the room without falling. The first few moments were shakily but I figured it was okay because I didn't think that Paul would have planned for me to be on my feet. I smiled to myself and said aloud, "More likely his plans will have me on my knees or on my back."

I rarely wore shoes with heels and had never worn anything this extreme. I felt sexy as I practiced walking. The more I tried it, I found just wearing these shoes exaggerated the sway of my hips and the movement of my body. I wanted to walk around outside, to show off, to show other people how sexy I felt, but I knew the shoes would only play a small part of tonight's fun and I didn't want to be distracted.

Eager to see what else was in the box, I slipped the stilettos off and sat on the bed again.

Next, I pulled out some shimmery fabric. The top was more like a bustier than anything else and the bottom part looked like a microscopic skirt. It took a minute before I realized it was some kind of contemporary French maid's outfit and looking at it, it seemed like it was even too small for me.

My fingers got lost in the fabric. It was soft and silky as I held it to my body. This made my attractive, but very tame work clothes I was wearing look boxy and unsexy.

Holding the outfit to the light, I noticed there were glittery sequins woven into the material and they caught and softly sparkled in the lights. The fabric was so thin I imagined it would be like wearing nothing at all. As I held it I could feel my heart pounding.

A matching garter belt and two silky fishnet stockings were next. I had never worn a garter belt and stockings before but as I imagined myself wearing them shivers rocked my body from my toes to the top of my head.

Now even more eager to see what else was in the box I set the outfit down on the bed and took a deep breath to force myself to breathe.

I reached into the package again, a sixth sense telling me that I would not find what was on my mind. Sure enough, using my hands to search, there were no panties in the box. Paul intended me to wear the dress and garters with my pussy fully exposed.

I was not disappointed; in fact, I think I would have been disappointed had I found them. The thought of wearing that outfit for whoever he had coming to visit me made me moan again. The thoughts of being on display so much brought my arousal to a completely new level. I swore softly under my breath, I need to be fucked so badly and fucked right now.

I had done enough of these with Paul to know that this torture would all be part of his plan. He would want to drag this out so that I would be practically begging for sex.

In the meantime, I realized there was still more in the box. Looking inside again, my hands found something that felt like leather.

I pulled out a studded black leather collar. It looked just like a dog collar, which later I found out was exactly what it was. It was black with raised silver studs, it had a silver buckle in the back and a silver loop in the front with a leash attached to it.

"OMG," I said quietly, loud in the silent room, "All of this is so slutty, I love it"

I squeezed my legs together relishing the friction between my thighs as my mind worked on different possibilities at a million miles an hour. I was rewarded again with a larger tremor of pleasure that rippled outward from my pussy. I noticed a small silver tag attached to the collar. The inside of my thighs was already slippery and I could feel that my panties were drenched.

I let the length of silver linked chain slide through my fingers, it must have been about maybe six feet long with a clip for the collar that made me softly moan aloud as I let it touch my hands and drape onto my thighs.

I looked at the inscription on the tag and read the words aloud, "Fuck me hard."

This time there was no mistaking the very loud and very long moan that filled the room.

Paul knew I wanted and needed to be fucked and he was torturing me knowing how addicted I was to his sex games.

He would know I would think the inscription was appropriate.

Looking back into the package, I retrieved some silver bracelets, and rolling around in the bottom of the box was some blood-red lipstick, eyeliner, blush, and a few other bits and pieces of makeup.

There were instructions and I unfolded them and read.

"Remove your work clothes and put on the robe hanging in the bathroom. Some food will be arriving shortly, eat, then shower, shave, and get dressed in the outfit provided."

I closed my eyes for a moment and ran my tongue around my lips. There were more words on the page.

"I have arranged for you to entertain some people tonight, they have paid your standard rate for a good time, don't disappoint them, any of them. BTW, you are not allowed to make yourself cum, before they arrive."

I thought, "Standard rate?"

Then I made the connection, the man in the hotel had given me $200 to let him fuck me, so tonight whoever was coming had paid $200 to meet a whore and fuck her, and that whore was me. I had to close my eyes and force myself not to make myself cum.

I could hardly control myself. The last time with the man in the hotel room, I was surprised, I never had time to really think about what was going to happen. This time, as excited as I had been about the maid's outfit and everything, now I had time to anticipate. My fever was boiling before, and the wait combined with the video machine took everything to an entirely new level.

"Some people," I thought, not just one. Two people? Three? More?

"Fuck I hope so, the more the merrier," I said to the empty room.

I was hyperventilating and I had to force myself to breathe again.

The words in the note echoed through my thoughts, "paid for a good time," I knew he had done this before, Paul was prostituting me with my knowledge and this time for a "gangbang."

I knew he had been setting me up for this, and he knew that I was more than rest to do this.

I took several deep breaths and slowed my heart beating to a manageable level. If I knew Paul, they would be here soon, and I wanted to be ready. I stood and walked into the washroom. Reaching around the door and I felt a small terry cloth robe, it looked smaller than my outfit. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, my skin looked sweaty and my skin was a little pale.

Maintaining eye contact with myself, I took off my necklace and carefully set it on the vanity. I left my wedding ring on. Then took off my watch and set it beside the necklace. My ponytail was next and then I set my hair tie on the counter. I shook my head giving my long blonde hair a nice tousled look like it did after Paul and I had one of our wilder sex sessions.

I had taken my boots and socks off to try the stilettos. With my hands trembling I managed to undo the clasp on my skirt. Wiggling my hips a little, gravity took over and the skirt fell to the floor, I stepped out of it and slid it over to my socks. I knew I should hang it up, but considering what was in store for me, I figured a wrinkled skirt wasn't going to be something I really needed to worry about.

The air conditioning felt cold on my legs. My throat was dry so poured a glass of water and drank a little. I laughed to myself, my throat was dry but my panties were soaking wet.

About half of my shirt buttons were still buttoned so I undid the rest, noticing how red and flushed my neck and chest were, I forced myself again to take several deep breaths. My shirt joined the skirt in the pile on the floor. My nipples were straining against my bra and my panties showed a large dark spot from my wetness.

"These have to go," I smiled to myself in the mirror, looking at my plain bra and panties.

Undoing the clasp on my bra, I involuntarily sighed as I released my small breasts. There was barely a handful but what they lacked in size they made up in sensitivity. I closed my eyes as my hands automatically cupped them and then rolled my nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. I stood like that for several minutes, savoring the electricity I was generating and watching my nipples harden even more in my reflection.

I knew I could orgasm simply from pinching and pulling on them if given enough time. I wanted so badly to do that right now, but I knew the clock was ticking.

I could feel the wetness, fever, and heat accumulating all over my body, but I knew that I had to get ready. I smiled to myself and noticed the flush on my skin. Forcing myself, I pulled my panties down over the flair of my ass and then down each of my legs. Bringing them up to my face I inhaled the scent and wetness. I smiled and said to my reflection, "This is nothing, just wait until later."

Standing there just taking in my scent, I closed my eyes for several moments and then heard a vehicle pull up in front of my motel room. I grabbed the robe as I heard a door slam and I got up and peeked out the window. It was a guy delivering a pizza and he was heading to my door.

I struggled to get the robe to cover my naughty bits. He started to knock as I hurriedly wrapped as much of myself as possible with the robe and fumbled with the tie. As it was, it barely covered my pussy and maybe was an inch lower than the bottom of my ass; the tie only closed the robe enough just to cover my nipples leaving most of my boobs in full view. I looked through the peephole.

I couldn't make out his features at first, but his body looked to be in good shape and he filled out his jeans nicely. He knocked on the door again and I opened it smiling. His eyes just about fell out when he saw me and it wasn't long before I noticed a bulge rising in his pants.

"Here's your pizza order ma'am," he replied, I could feel his eyes on me. There was nothing subtle about his gaze. The intensity of his stare was almost physical.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked.

"It's all been paid for, including a big tip, I hope you get as big a tip too," he said smiling and I figured he likely guessed why I was at "The Key."

"Me too," I replied, almost teasing him with my tone, acknowledging that his guess was correct with my smile.

He turned and gave me a second long look head-to-toe, I smiled back again and waved, flashing my pussy a little as I raised my hand above my shoulders. He noticed and whistled.

I could feel little jolts of electricity between my thighs.

As he drove out of the parking lot, I thought about his leering, for a second I had seriously thought about letting the robe come open and give him a real show. I didn't though, that wasn't part of my instructions. I closed the door before I let the robe fall open; I shrugged my shoulders and it dropped to the floor.

I was starving; I opened the pizza box and took out a slice.

There was a diet pop as well.

Sitting quietly I ate two pieces and finished off the pop before closing the lid and heading to the bathroom.

Now I needed to get ready. I took the shaving cream and razor and sat on the edge of the tub.

Running the hot water, I shaved my legs, enjoying the sensation of the razor along my skin as I always did. Shaving always excited me; the feeling of being smooth was one of my oldest turn-ons. My legs, pussy, and even my eyebrows were always bare. None of my old boyfriends had ever complained before nor did Paul now.

Sometimes I even thought about letting Paul shave my head.

Finishing my legs, I ran my hand along with the smoothness and shivered. Even though I always kept my pussy bare, I shaved it again to make it as smooth as possible. Paul and I had talked about getting my entire body lasered so that I would be permanently smooth. My mind drifted a little imagining again if I was completely hairless including my scalp. I felt the waves of an approaching orgasm before I had to stop myself.

I said to myself, "Come on, you don't have time for this, you have customers cuming."

I forced myself to focus for about the twentieth time since I'd left work. I turned on the shower and stepped into the steam, I let the hot water wash away the shaving cream and let it soothe my mind and relax my body.

How long I was in the shower, I had no idea. I had lost all track of time again and realized that they could be here at any moment. Toweling myself off, I walked nude to the mirror by the bed and applied the makeup that was in the box. Despite the clock, I took my time, anticipating and savoring the pressure rather than giving in to it. I did my eyes, and face, and finished with the blood-red lipstick.

I put my hair back into a tight perky ponytail. Looking into the mirror I didn't recognize myself in the mirror. My disguise was completely gone, I recognized myself again in the reflection.

I realized I had forgotten something and I reached for the box. I smiled and took out the collar and leash. Just holding them made my knees weak, I almost had to sit down when I buckled them into place. If I left the leash attached and let it dangle beside me when I moved it grazed my skin and my breathing became even more ragged.

I took the pieces of the French maid's outfit, the fabric almost flowing through my fingers like oil. I attached the garter belt around my waist and I couldn't resist touching myself. My middle finger traced my pussy, the petals fully engorged and my pussy looked open and inviting. My eyes fluttered as I moaned aloud.

The fishnet stockings followed and I felt so sexy and slutty at the same time as I attached them to the garters. All I wanted to do was to lie on the bed and get myself off, but I knew whoever had paid Paul would give me far more than just a simple masturbation session.

The dress portion slipped onto my body as tight as a second skin, I had to wiggle and twist to get it into place, the thin material doing nothing to hide the erectness of my nipples, and even the bumpiness of my areola was visible in the shimming thin fabric. The thin tight material conformed to my body like it was painted onto me. I noticed there were no straps, the tightness being enough to hold the dress in place.

The sexy fabric was edged with lots of white lace, I felt incredibly feminine, submissive, and slutty all at the same time, Paul was going to love it.

The hem of the dress was so high, that the slighted movement revealed either the bottoms of my ass cheeks or exposed the lower part of my pussy. The cool air of the motel room only made me feel more naked. I wasn't nervous at all, I was being me completely and I loved how I felt.

Then I spied the stilettos, sitting on the bed, I could feel my ass completely in contact with the bedspread, I lifted myself for a moment and smiled at the wet mark my pussy had left on the bedspread. I reached down and slipped one and then the other onto my feet, adjusting the straps.

I stood, now several inches taller, strutted, and practiced walking around the room again; only this time feeling entirely comfortable with the height and styling despite only having them on for such a short time. After several minutes, as long as I didn't move too fast, I was able to re-establish the sway of my hips and after a few more minutes, I was comfortable and confident.

I was practicing a little more when the door knocked, once, twice, and finally three times, then silence.

I walked to the door and looked out the peephole; a finger blocked it. I was going to ignore the knocking when I saw the knob turn.

"Fuck," I had forgotten to lock it when the pizza was delivered.

The Key Motel ironically was so old that the doors did not automatically lock unless you locked them manually and I had accidentally left it unlocked. I put my shoulder against the door, but at 105 pounds in stilettos, I might as well have not done anything.

"Come on let us in, you know you want to," I recognized that voice.

For the first time, I felt real fear. This wasn't what was supposed to happen.

It was the last person I had seen today and the last person I expected to see now, the pizza delivery guy.

As I tried pushing the door closed, he applied some more pressure and the door continued to open. It was then I heard the murmur and snickering of more voices, he was not alone.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I said under my breath.

Real panic struck me. I had been expecting some men, maybe executives like the last time, a few older guys out of town on business looking for a little fun. Not men like the pizza guy and what would likely be some of his buddies. Sure, he seemed good-looking but likely, the rest of them would be rough, sweaty, and not at all like the last time. I am sure Paul hadn't expected me to be attacked and likely raped before my paying customers arrived.

My fear was very real given the way the pizza guy had leered at me earlier. One on one I had felt somewhat in control, now especially since now he wasn't alone, I was afraid.

He shoved through the door and entered the room, followed by at least four other guys, all about his size or bigger, ranging in age from his age to some who looked to be in their forties or fifties.

I tried pushing him out but he held my wrists and then he put his hand over my mouth.

"Don't even try to scream honey," he said, "You don't come to the Key and dress the way you are if you aren't looking for sex, so don't try to pretend that you're not, besides you look like a pro anyway."

Another guy said, "Come on honey, we just want to have a little fun, you look like you were expecting someone or maybe somebodies," he said loud enough for them all to hear.

"Do you guys think her customer would mind that we have some fun, to get her warmed up maybe?" A voice from the back piped up

"She does look a pro, doesn't she, she looks pretty young, but look at those heels, and the outfit," the pizza guy said.

"Holy shit, I'll say," said another, "She is barely dressed and she doesn't have any panties on," one guy piped up and they all agreed that the way I was dressed meant I was just begging to be fucked.

The pizza guy said, "The way I see it, I think you were expecting us, so I would say you aren't going to scream, you're here to be fucked, am I right? And look at the camera and lights, not only are you a slut, but you want to be filmed while you are being fucked, well we can do all of that and more, can't we boys?"

I started to say something and I felt a hand cover my mouth and a calloused finger between my legs.

They all laughed and one of them said, "Be sure to make me a copy too boys."

The pizza guy said, "We'll just post it online, then everyone can see her perform."

I could feel beads of cold sweat at the prospect of being exposed for what I really was. The finger between my legs penetrated inside me and my eyes fluttered and I inhaled sharply.

"Fuck guys," he said as he pulled his finger out of me and held it up," she's soaking wet, she's not afraid, she is hornier than us." I think he was surprised at how much my body was betraying me.

Just then another new guy entered the room, that made six total and they were all twice my size. I only recognized the pizza guy. The last guy closed the door but did not lock it; my heart was beating even faster with a question that jumped into my mind, "Is there more coming?"

"Turn on the camera," the new guy said. "I told you we were going to have some fun with her, but the way I say and only when I say."

This new guy was about the same age as the Pizza guy. He was calmer and seemed more like a businessman. He, like the pizza guy, was actually good-looking and seemed to be in shape. The guy with the calloused finger put it back inside me again and made me inhale harder this time as he pushed as deep into me as possible.

Finger guy thrust in and out of me for a few moments and then withdrew his finger and pushed it into my mouth so I could taste my pussy. The guy laughed and then kissed me hard.

The new guy said, "That's what I paid her husband for, he said she would be ready and willing."

"You mean she is just some guy's wife? And he wants all of us to fuck her for money. Holy shit, my old lady would never do that," a guy said.

Someone else said, "I wouldn't pay a dime to fuck your wife, but I think this one is going to be worth it," and I noticed all of them nod their heads.

So Paul knew these guys or had at least met them. Part of me felt relief, but it was weird though because a few minutes ago I was concerned about getting raped before my customers appeared, now I knew Paul would expect me to willingly give myself to the same six horny men because they were actually my customers. With the taste of my pussy on my lips, I knew that I would enjoy this.

A new guy spoke up, "So what do you say," looking straight at me, "Are you ready to earn that money we paid your husband, or should we just take you anyway?"

The pizza guy stared straight into my eyes waiting for my answer. It surprised them, I think, as I slowly nodded my head up and down, I could not make my mouth work to answer him.

I heard my mother's voice telling me all of those lessons about how to be a lady, her voice echoing in my mind, if only she could see her prim and proper little girl now. I knew I was going to be ravished. I knew I couldn't wait. I knew I wanted them to do it to me.

Time seemed to slow, I could see each of them, and their hunger and lust almost seemed to radiate from each of them. The new guy, in his business suit, had a handsome face and rugged features. The pizza guy was almost as handsome, he seemed courser and more calloused. The others just seemed big and rough, like they might be construction workers. In a moment of irony, I noticed we all wore wedding rings.

I was brought back to reality when a voice broke the silence, "You weren't kidding, she is hot, and look at the shoes."

"Fuck the shoes, look at her ass, pussy, and those fucking nipples," the pizza guy said.

"If she's not a whore she should be, who else would dress like such a slut," an older man from behind added.

"Likely for you she is, I paid her old man $200 a cock for you guys to enjoy a little bonus," the new guy said, "Now make sure you get your money's worth."

The men all mumbled their thanks but they were looking at me, waiting for some kind of signal to start the ravishment. My nipples actually hurt they were so hard.

In the few seconds I had before they began, I smiled, thinking I had begun the day assuming it would be just a regular day. Then the email, then the letter, and now this. Paul knew I lived for these adventures, I wanted the crude talk, the impending ravishing, and of being so far outside, my regular nice shell and he knew I couldn't or wouldn't stop myself.

They thought my smile was for them, my smile was for my husband. I looked at them and said as sexily as I could, "Okay boys, who want me?"

That was the signal apparently, they closed in around me, I felt all of their eyes and most of their hands on me all at once as they crowded around.

The room wasn't very big and I am pretty tiny, I had wondered if the new guy would be first but it seemed like everyone wanted to be first.

Hands, fingers, and bodies rubbed, pushed me, and pressed up against me.

"Look at those nipples, I wonder if she has been gangbanged before?" a voice said.

"It doesn't matter, she is going to be," two of them added with voices that reminded me of voices one might hear from a mob of people.

I felt a calloused finger between my legs, a different one than before, this one was thicker and deliciously longer. I felt my pussy wrap around him as the wetness invited him to go push in harder and even deeper. My pussy opened allowing his fingers easy access to my box.

"Holy fuck is she ever wet," the finger guy said.

"Quit talking or get out of my way," a voice from the back said, only half joking.

Someone pulled on my leash and roughly pulled me closer, "Look at what her tag says, "Fuck Me Hard," well we are not going to disappoint her, and especially not dressed like this, let's get busy," several of them seemed to say at once. I felt my neck get tugged again as someone grabbed the leash and a couple of them pulled me towards the bed.

To them I a fuck toy, something to be fucked, filled, and nothing more. Except they paid to fuck me, at this point I would have paid them to ravish me.

If it was possible, I felt more hands on my body, groping, exploring, rough hands, and different hands. The pizza delivery guy was kissing me, his rough skin and stubble smearing my lipstick and his hands cupping and manhandling my breasts. Other hands were on my ass, separating my cheeks, running up between them. Still more pinched and pulled on my tits through the thin material.

I could feel the hot breath of someone near my pussy, as well as fingers stroking every inch of my butt. Then I felt a tongue on my pussy and I inhaled as it connected with my little clitty. My body flexed, arched, and squirmed under the onslaught. I felt another tongue behind me, those hands that were separating my cheeks had made space for a tongue, which seemed to be searching for my asshole.

OMG, I thought as that tongue found it, began rimming it, and making me crazy all at the same time.

Several hands ran up and down my stockings, I felt like I was swimming in a sea of men. As tight as the maid dress had been to put on, the sounds of fabric tearing made me realize that they weren't going to be very careful taking it off me. I never gave any pretense of struggling; every nerve ending in my body felt like electricity was arcing through them.

As I let myself loose, my moans were only masked by their breathing, grunting, and moaning. I heard more of the fabric tearing and then realized my breasts were free then I felt two different sets of lips roughly biting and suckling my tits. Voices and faces all became a blur to me as every secret place I had was explored and used.

My senses were aware of the differences between each of the six pairs of hands on me. I felt myself being lifted off my feet and being laid onto the bed, my stilettos being removed by two different pairs of hands, one was quick and I heard the shoes fall on the floor. Someone undid my chain and it clattered to the floor. Someone was rubbing my feet, he took his time, and I felt his hands stroking my skin, my ankles, and the souls of my feet. At some level, I knew this one would know how to make me moan and he did...

Someone laughed, "God without those shoes, she must be a foot shorter," then I felt lips and a tongue on my toes.

"Mark, what are you doing to her feet?" a voice asked.

"Mmmmm, Mark, don't stop, that feels amazing," I replied with difficulty before anyone else could. It was a little difficult because the pizza guy's tongue was deep in my mouth.

"I have a thing about feet, plus you guys are hogging everything else and see she likes it," was Mark's reply.

I kept moaning because of what Mark was doing, I had never had anyone suckle my toes before and it felt amazing, especially in light of what everyone else was doing. I had heard that feet could be very sensitive sexually but I had never imagined it could feel this amazing.

The pizza guy was still kissing me and he was the only face I could see at the moment. Mark was sucking my toes but I couldn't see him with so many bodies all around me. Whoever was eating my pussy was good at it, and so was ass guy. I could feel ass guy's hot tongue and mouth rimming and licking my ass. More than once, I thought I would explode as his tongue penetrated into me.

In my peripheral vision, I could see flashes of skin and realized everyone was naked now. I was lying on my side, facing the camera. Pizza guy kissing me and two guys were sucking on my tits, a tongue guy eating my pussy, the other guy licking and rimming my ass, and Mark licking my toes and rubbing my feet.

I suddenly realized there were even more people in the room, I couldn't see faces or bodies, but at least three more men's voices could be heard.

Ass guy was pushed out of the way temporarily as I was rolled onto my back, sideways across the bed, I felt something warm on my forehead and looked up to see a cock, whoever it was sliding himself across my forehead, the skin-on-skin contact only added to my fever. The pizza guy saw what was happening and pulled and pushed me a few more inches towards the edge of the bed, I opened my mouth and I felt the guy place his cock in my mouth. I tilted my head to allow him better access. I eagerly took him deep into me.

I let him push deep down my throat, using my teeth and my tongue I lightly raked his cock feeling the veins on his cock with my tongue; I could feel his excitement as I tried not to gag. Tightening my mouth, I felt him on the inside of my cheeks as he pushed in and then pulled out. He thrust in and out; each time getting more excited and I did my best to serve whoever he was complete.

"God, guys her mouth feels better than a pussy, she is a great little cocksucker," the mouth guy said as he continued to fuck my face while his hands gripped and stroked my head and hair. I reached up with my hands and cupped his ass, which encouraged him even more.

"We are all going to find out how she gives head, aren't we guys," several voices spoke out in agreement as the guy going down on me found just the right spot.

"OOhhmmmygggoooddd," I managed to mumble with my mouth full of cock as I twisted and shivered. Pussy guy certainly knew my pussy's combination and his tongue danced around my clit, my full attention shifted to what he was doing and within a minute or two he had me teetering on the very edge of pleasure.

I think everyone seemed to realize at once that nobody had fucked me yet

The guy eating my pussy managed to work one of his fingers to my ass and began rimming my tight little rosebud and that was enough. My back arched and I shook uncontrollably as a massive orgasm picked me up and shook me. He continued for several more seconds' as several aftershocks rumbled through me. Finally, he relented when my sensitivity finally drove me out of my mind and made me scream.

"Do you think we should be careful not to make her scream?" somebody asked, it might have been the toe guy Mark, but I really couldn't tell.

Another piped up, "No way, make her scream and shout, I am pretty sure nobody is going to complain, least of all her," and then he added to me, "What do you think slut, do you want us to make you scream?"

With a mouthful of cock, it was hard to answer, but I said, "Make me scream boys, make me scream until I can't talk or walk anymore."

"See boys, this bitch wants us to fuck her and use her," the Pizza guy said.

The cock was pulled out of my mouth for a second and I had enough time to say, "Whoever just ate me, whoever you are, that was fantastic, I want you inside me," I felt his tongue pull away from me."

"Yes ma'am," a voice replied, and I sensed pussy guy straighten and then watched him position himself at my entrance. He seemed to pause for a moment and I noticed the pizza guy nod, and then I felt like I was being split in two. He must have had the widest cock I had ever felt fuck me because once he began pushing into me, I swore he was wider than he was long and I had never felt as full.

"God she's tight," he grunted and I spread my legs wider as he filled me up.

The pizza guy said, "Billy with that monster I'm surprised you even got it into her, fill her up."

Billy continued to push deeper and deeper into me, I moaned and struggled to accommodate him, I couldn't believe how big he was and how incredible he felt inside me. Meanwhile, the cock in my mouth was starting to shiver and I felt him tense.

"Swallow me, you little bitch," he announced just as his cock erupted into my mouth. He spurted once, then twice with hot sticky cum into my mouth, onto my lips, and all over my face. Then he was gone. It only took a second or two and then there was another cock hovering above my cum covered mouth.

I barely had time to register the second cock in my mouth when I felt Billy's balls slapping my smooth pussy, like his cock, they were huge. Bill rested there a moment and then pulled almost all of the way out of me before refilling me in one massive push.

"OOOOHHHH FFFUUCCKK," I screamed, even with the cock in my mouth.

"Way to go, Billy," another voice said as I screamed again and then he did it over and over and over again until I finally lost track, each time feeling fuller than the time before, being driven wild with the sensations and all the attention, and I filled the room with my screams in time with each of Billy's thrusts.

I felt a warm feeling on my tits as two guys jerked themselves off onto me. I felt their warm cum on my skin and I felt them using their fingers to rub it around my nipples.

Billy was big, but it didn't take him long to cum himself when he pushed deep into me one last time. I felt the hotness as he ejaculated inside me and then he lay on top of me for a moment before pulling out of me and moving away from the bed. I felt stretched and hollowed out.

His cum flowed freely out of me as he withdrew and left my pussy widely dilated.

The next guy appeared at my feet and took one look at me and said, "Fuck Billy, look what you did,"

"Quit your whining Jon, she'll be fine soon, she was just "Billified", fuck her ass while you wait," Billy said from the chair that he was sitting in and watching.

I did feel stretched, Billy had been so big, but I knew I wouldn't stay stretched for long but since my mouth was full of cock, I really couldn't tell Jon that.

Jon said to the guy fucking my face, "Stop for a second and let's get her turned around."

Then Jon said to me, "Hey, turn around so I can fuck your ass," he wasn't nasty or polite, just very matter of fact. It kind of turned me on, that no single one of them seemed the slightest bit interested in my name. To them, I was just a cum slut to be fucked and used.

The guy in my mouth pulled out for a moment and they helped me get turned around so I was on all fours, that was the first time I noticed the video camera and that the TV was on with me on it. It showed Jon getting ready to fuck my ass and the guy shoving himself into my mouth, Billy in the chair, and the more naked guys than I could count watching me and waiting for their turns.

I had barely a moment to take all of that when I felt someone, Jon I guess, put his mouth on my ass. His tongue was working magic on my ass as were his fingers. Having my ass eaten was something I had only thought about in my dirtiest dreams, it had already happened twice. The feeling of his tongue penetrating me made me moan and buck almost continuously.

I could still feel cum dripping out of my sloppy stretched pussy when I felt the bed tilting slightly as Pizza guy slid towards my pussy. He squirmed around a bit and used a pillow to position himself so he could eat my cream pie.

As pizza guy nuzzled up between my legs I am sure got more than a little of Billy's cum in his mouth but he didn't seem to mind and neither did I. The guy in my mouth grunted and pulled out spraying my face and hair with his cum.

It seemed like there was tons of cum and then I felt him rubbing it into my skin and all over my face.

I inhaled deeply as Jon's tongue penetrated my ass and I screamed again as both he and the pizza guy licked and ate me from different angles.

Billy said, "Jon, that is hot, but I want you to fuck her ass, here use this," and I heard a snap as Jon opened a tube of lubricant that Billy must have tossed to him.

Jon's hands were rubbing all the lube over my ass and the Pizza guy said, "Hey watch out," as Jon must have rubbed lube on his face.

"Sorry, but it is a tight space,"

Billy laughed, "It's not as tight as it was."

The pizza guy slipped his tongue deep inside me as Jon rimmed my ass with his fingers coating me inside and out with the lube.

Everyone kind of stopped except the Pizza guy to watch Jon, who put his cock at the entrance to my ass, meanwhile, the Pizza guy was continuing to eat and clean my pussy.

Another guy was standing in front of me holding his dick, I took him into my mouth for my third blowjob as Jon pushed. Jon's cock fought the resistance of my sphincter, as another wonderful cock filled my mouth and Jon pushed harder into my ass, grunting once, twice, and just kept going.

I moaned, felt a moment of pain, and then very intense pleasure as Jon's cock slipped into my well-lubricated ass. Below me, the pizza guy still had his tongue and entire face buried against my pussy.

I felt like every nerve ending in my body was alive and firing at the same time.

Time seemed to have stopped for me and the feeling of electricity drove me wild with excitement. Then I felt the pizza guy withdraw his tongue and I could have screamed at him for interrupting my pleasure. My disappointment was short-lived as he moved around underneath me, there wasn't much room, but as he moved his lips came in contact with my cum covered nipples which he cleaned with his tongue and lips.

He moved some more and I moaned when I realized what he was trying to do.

Jon was now jackhammering away at my ass and whoever was in my mouth almost made my teeth rattle as he fucked my mouth. I felt the pizza guy place his cock at the now almost normal-sized opening of my cunt.

The pizza guy easily slipped into me and started to fuck my pussy. The feeling of a cock in my ass AND in my pussy was too much and my body twisted, flexed, and stiffened all at the same time as another orgasm rocked me. I wasn't human anymore, I felt like a wild animal, I only existed at this moment, nothing else mattered and I gave myself completely to the sex and pleasure I was experiencing.

It was too much for Jon and he filled my ass with cum which dripped and oozed out of my dilated rosebud onto Pizza Guy's cock.

"Wow, that is so wild," Billy, said, and other voices joined in agreement.

"Look at Mark coming in her mouth at the same time."

Mark's cock was halfway down my throat when he came and I managed to swallow it all and even kept sucking him after I could feel him starting to shrink back to normal but I was cut short by another man pulling Mark away from me.

"Come on man, I want her to suck my cock too and I soon had another cock in my mouth. When Jon withdrew my now sloppy ass, I immediately felt another cock pushing into my now loosened back door.

The pizza guy was coming and from then on everything was just becoming a blur of sucking and fucking.

I vaguely remember having at least two, or more guys double penetrate me and I remember feeling sticky and covered with cum from all of the guys. Billy wanted to fuck my ass too, but the Pizza guy convinced him just to fuck my cunt again and then had me suck his dick afterward, which I did.

At some point, my body finally had enough and I collapsed into a naked heap on the bed, sound asleep with my ass and pussy exposed. Watching the video later showed at least two more of them fucked me before they were drawn to watch the video screen the other guys were watching.

At some point, I opened my eyes and I remember Billy getting dressed and saying goodnight to the guys but I drifted off again.

I had no idea what time it was.

I was alone.

My phone buzzed. I didn't even remember bringing it and I had no idea where it was.

I fell back asleep again drifting into a dark, dark place.

I felt a hand shaking me.

Then I felt myself being pushed onto my back and my legs being spread.

My body was sore and caked in cum. Taking stock, even before opening my eyes, I could feel cum leaking from my pussy, my ass, and running my tongue around my lips, all I could taste was cum. The pillow even felt wet and the sheets were covered in it as well.

I felt a tongue licking the inside of my thighs.

I tried to sit up and the licking stopped for a moment.

"Hey there, I was worried you wouldn't wake up," a familiar voice said.

I groaned a little and then laid back on the pillow.

I licking resumed, this time in and around my puffy, swollen, and leaking pussy. I slowly opened my eyes at the same time.

"Hi," I said in a quiet voice.

"Hi," was the reply.

I imagined my makeup was gone and what wasn't gone would be smeared everywhere. My pussy throbbed and my ass felt dilated and my jaw was sore.

"How do you feel?" the voice said in between licking and sucking my pussy.

I considered how I felt, how I had been fucked silly for what seemed like forever by at least six men and probably more.

"Wonderful," my voice barely audible as I realized how parched my throat was, despite all of the fluid that had passed over my lips.

"Where did you come from?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

"You were amazing, each of the guys looked like you had sucked them all at least once, a couple of them twice, all of them fucked you, and everyone except Billy fucked your ass too," the voice said without answering my question.

"How did you know?" I asked surprised.

He stopped eating my pussy and moved up my body so I could see his face.

The face connect to the voice smiled, "I watched the video after I got here, and you were dead to the world sleeping so I decided to watch it."

As he said that, he handed me a glass of water that he must have anticipated I would need, I had no idea how long he had been here.

I took a long swallow, the water mixed with the cum in my mouth and on my lips, but I swallowed like I had all the liquids that night.

"Where did everyone go?" I asked

"According to the video, the last of them left about 30 minutes before I arrived. One by one, they all kind of trickled out after you passed out. I imagined it was getting late and all of them needed to get back to their wives.

"I noticed earlier they were all married," I said, not sounding surprised.

"All of us are," the voice said matter of factly, that's how we know none of them will say anything."

"What about you, is your wife waiting for you?" I smiled looking up at the man who was now undressing.

"No, she knows where I am," he said smiling as well.

"Would she approve of the gangbanging you organized with five of your friends, all of whom fucked me in every possible way, often all at once?"

"Eight actually, they were all guys from my construction crew and one was my boss," he smiled again. It was a nice smile.

"The business guy?"

"Yep," the voice said with another smile, "You made 1600 dollars tonight."

I sat up a little then kissed him on the lips, "Thank you, Paul."

He kissed me. Only for a few moments the first time, the second was longer, and the third one seemed never to stop.

His smooth muscular naked body pressed against me as he kissed and licked my lips. I felt his hands move over my body in well-practiced ways. I knew his eyes would be closed, but it didn't matter, mine was too. He didn't need to see what he was doing to me, he just knew.

My boobs were covered in red marks and bite marks, and my nipples were bright red and engorged. His lips kissed, suckled, and softly bit them as well. His hands glided over my sticky body as if their only purpose was to make the waves in my mind crest even higher. The tiredness in my body seemed to evaporate. My body responded the way it always did and I was almost begging for his response.

He knew me and he knew what I loved. That night he had sold me. He had let me be used. He had let eight men fuck and fondle me. My body was covered in cum, it was matted into my hair, my pussy and ass had been filled, stretched, and both were still dilated and leaking. I was thinking about this when I felt his balls slap up against my pussy. His cock was big and thick, tonight, he hadn't been the only one who had stretched me. I knew it would be a while before the puffiness and redness would subside.

Looking up at the ceiling while on my back, I felt his cock and wrapped my legs around his waist. I dug my fingernails into his back as I imagined him selling me for the time I had spent with those men. I was a whore, a slut, but I was his whore and his slut. I knew he must be thinking the same things because suddenly I felt him stiffen and flood my full pussy with more cum.

We lay together for a while and he got up.

I watched him slowly get dressed and then he walked to the camera, took out the thumbnail drive, and pocketed it.

"We'll watch this together later," he smiled.

He took out his wallet.

"I'll see you at home," and he took out a wad of cash. He removed several bills and put them back in his wallet. Leaving the rest of the money on the corner of the dresser, he walked towards the door.

He paused, turned, and looked at me, "How do you feel about another job?"

"Sure," I replied, adrenaline flushing through my body.

He smiled, knowing that I hadn't even asked what it was.

"There is a group of women, all in their forties who want to experiment with you, they'll pay well, are you interested?"

"YES!" I almost screamed.

He laughed again, "That's what I figured, I already told them, yes, and the money will be good." Then he was gone.

"OMG," I thought, what a night.

A few minutes later I heard a car start up and pull away.

I glanced at the clock, 3:37 am.

I lay on my back for several more minutes before getting out of bed.

The scent of sex hung in the air, I walked awkwardly to the bathroom, and I looked at all of my clothes, still in the pile. I put on the dress shirt and did up a few of the buttons, I found the box everything had come in and collected the stilettos and my watch and necklace. The French maid dress was soaked in cum, and sweat and was torn to pieces, I left that on the floor. I gathered up my skirt and work shoes before putting the money in the box.

Smiling I headed for the door.

I walked barefoot across the parking lot after locking the door to room 7. I sat on my skirt, knowing that there was still cum leaking from my well-used body despite what Paul had cleaned out of me.

Driving home, I knew how I must look, but in the early morning darkness, I didn't see anyone.

When I pulled into our driveway, a light was on.

Paul greeted me at the door and helped me to bed.

"Are you okay? That wasn't too much?"

I smiled and shook my head.

It was past 11 am when I finally fell woke up, Paul's cum now mixed with all of the others as it puddled beneath my pussy, ass, and chin.