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   Traded (part one)

   The story is fiction, but it is based on a real life experience.  The
names, locations and any references used in the telling of this story are
all fictional.

   My name is Henry and I own several rental properties (apartment
buildings) that cater to retirees and snowbirds as some are called.  Three
years ago I rented a place to the Wilson's who spent their first winter
here, then have renewed for each year thereafter.

   After the season is over I spend a good amount of time cleaning and
fixing to get ready for the following season.  Then, one by one the
snowbirds begin arriving.  As the weather got colder the influx was greater
and then The Wilson's arrived.

   It was a little unusual, but they arrived later than usual, but hey none
of my business.  Then about a week later my accountant called to tell me
that their check had bounced.

   Now, we're not a wealthy group, but a bounced check around here is
almost unheard of.  All of my renters are retired or semi-retired and come
down from the north to get away from the cold.  Now they may not be eating
steak and lobster every night, but they are able to pay their own way.  So
needless to say, this was shocker.  But, regardless, I needed to collect
the rent.

   The following morning I called the Wilson's, but they weren't in, so I
left a message asking Mr.  Wilson to contact me when he got this message.
About 3 that afternoon my cell phone rang showing the Wilson's number for
an incoming call.

   Being away from the office and really not wanting to use call forwarding
to the cell phone, I just let it go to the voice mail system.

   Back in the office I checked the various messages that had come in. 
"2:57 PM, hi this is John Wilson and I'm returning your call.  I'm upset to
say that I know what you're calling about, so would like to stop in and
discuss the matter with you when you are available." End of message.

   Discuss the matter......was this guy nuts.  There was nothing to
discuss, he owed me rent.  It's called pay or go.

   As I prepared to tell this guy to move out, there was a knock at my
door. Opening it John Wilson extended his hand and asked if he could come
in.  Sure, why not, I asked as I swung the door open and ushered him in.

   As soon as the door closed Wilson began telling me how sorry he was and
that he'd make the check good, so on and so forth.  I've heard all this
bull shit talk before.  Maybe not about a bad check, but you know, the
false promises.

   Look I said, I've got a $500 security deposit from you and a bad check
for $2100.  The rent is for a furnished apartment and so far I've never
heard a complaint from you or your wife about anything.  Now I'm out $1600
and you aren't able to pay me.  I think I need to ask you to move out so I
can rent this to someone who can pay me before the season is over and I
lose whatever income I can salvage.

   No no, please he said.  Give me 2 weeks and I'll have your rent plus
interest, I promise.  Wilson, I said, I can't take your promise to the
bank. I need something that will pay the bill if you can't, I said.  I
don't know, he muttered.  Then I had a crazy idea.

   Tell you what, I said, you figure things out overnight and I'll check on
something myself, then tomorrow maybe we'll have a solution, how will that
be, I asked?  That would be great he said, thanking me and leaving.

   I had remembered an old tenant and went to the records to find his phone
number.  Sure enough I was able to speak with him at length, and while this
was new to me, it wasn't all that new.  I was now prepared to talk business
to John Wilson!

   Next morning I called Wilson and told him to meet me by the pool.  As I
waited for him to arrive groups were arriving and selecting their chairs
readying themselves for the noonday sun.

   Wilson arrived and we took a seat to the side, out of ear shot, but able
to be seen by all.  So have you a solution, I asked?  No, not really he
said.  Well I do, but you're going to have to sit here and listen quietly,
then go and make a decision.

   Very well he said, what is it?  Your wife, I said.  My wife?  I don't
understand, he continued.  Well, again please sit here and listen to
everything I have to say, don't comment, just listen and then go and make
your decision.

   After listening to you yesterday, I did some checking.  Your business is
no more, you have several suits pending against you and the outcome doesn't
look any too good.  Your savings, what little is left, is tied up and will
probably be lost or spent as well.  Your ability to make your rent here is
at best maybe a 1 in 10 chance.  You haven't provided a forwarding address
from up north, so you're in hiding for the next 4 or 5 months, and if I
boot you out of here you'll be in deep shit trying to find a place, let
alone one that is furnished, because now your credit stinks.

   Holding up my hand I said, please don't say anything, just listen.

   About 6 or 7 years ago I met a gentleman who now lives on the other
coast.  I spoke to him last night and simply put, he is willing to fund
your stay here in return for your wife being photographed in adult
situations.  And, to answer your next question, I will be doing the
directing and photographing.

   Now don't say a word, please go, think about it, talk to your wife, if
you want to, and let me know.  You have till the end of the week to decide
yes or move out.  Then before he could do or say anything I got up and
walked away leaving him sitting alone.

   Next morning my phone rang waking me up.  Hello, this is John Wilson,
may we talk, he asked.  Little early isn't it, I asked?  Sorry, but we've
been up most of the night talking and have some questions for you, he said.


   Okay, fire away, I said stretching and yawning.  Can I come over?  No,
we can talk on the phone, I said.  Okay, first how many pictures will you
take?  Don't know, probably hundreds or perhaps thousands.  How long will
Joan have to do this for?  Don't know that either, guess it depends on the
how much is paid for the pictures.  But you said he would fund the
remainder, Wilson began.

   Yes, that is what I was told, but also it obviously depends on how
pleased he is with the photos, understand?  Yes, and one more question. 
Shoot.  Can you guarantee Joan's safety, I mean she won't be hurt or
anything like that, and can I be there with her.

   That was 2 questions.  No, you cannot be there except perhaps in the
beginning, and then well, maybe, no promises about later on.  Safety, yes,
can assure you that no harm will come to her and that she will never ever
be in any danger.

   And where will all this happen, he asked.  Oh, over here, maybe in your
place, and maybe later on down the road.  So to begin, his voice trailing
off.  Yes, to begin, we'll start right here at either my place or yours.

   Yes, thanks and sorry to wake you, I'll be in touch, and the phone went
dead.  Clearing my head I got up, made some coffee and stepped into the
shower.  Coming out, I noticed the light on my answering machine flashing.

   Pushing play the message said, John Wilson here.  Everything is okay,
Joan and I agree, please tell us what is next.  Thanks, and the dial tone
came on as a grin broke out on my face.

   I waited about 30 minutes and call the Wilson's.  A very sweet pleasant
voice answered, hello.  Mrs.  Wilson, I said.  Yes, this is she.  Hi, this
is Henry down at the office, I said.  (Silence) I'm calling to confirm that
we have an agreement, is that correct.  Yes, she said very quietly.  Good,
then perhaps you'll have your husband go to a movie or play some golf this
afternoon.  How will that be, I asked?  There was a long silence, then she
said, that will be fine.

   Good, I said, but before he leaves, I'll want to speak with him.  Is he
available, I asked.  Yes, certainly, she said, I'll get him for you.  I
could then her calling John to the phone.

   Before giving the phone to John, she asked, do I need to, prepare or do
anything, she asked.  No nothing special, I said, just perhaps a dress or
skirt and not a lot of makeup.  Again, silence and I said, see you at one,
and hung up.

   I didn't believe my luck.  I was to have control over this guys wife and
all it was going to cost me was a few months rent.  This was going to be
great and would certainly be a welcome distraction to say the very least.

   John came on the phone, and I spoke briefly to him, then hung up after
confirming that I would see them at 1:00.

   I charged my camera battery and tried to focus on some of the daily
business before heading to the Wilson's.

   Video camera in my work case, I rang the Wilson's bell about 1:15,
intentionally being late.  The door opened and there stood Joan Wilson who
invited me in.  John is, I asked?  Putting his clubs in the car, then
playing golf, and be home for dinner she said as we walked back into the
living room.

   Well she said, clasping her hands together, what do we do now?  Why
don't you have a seat for a minute and let me get this set up, I said. 
Okay and she turned and moved to a wing back chair in the corner to be
seated.

   I took a few extra minutes in setting the camera up, then checked the
wireless remote control I had for it to insure it was working.  Everything
checked out okay, so as John entered the room, I turned pushed the remote
to record and said, Mr.  & Mrs.  Wilson, shall we begin?

   She moved in the seat and nodded okay.  Lets start with briefly saying
why you're here, I said.  She began, my husband made some unfortunate
business decisions along with some other circumstances and we're broke. 
Not being able to pay the rent, you offered us a way to pay for the rent by
my posing for pictures for a private collector, at least that is how I
understand it, she said.

   I'd say that is our agreement, I said adding, John do you agree?  Yes,
he replied.  So how about a little background information about you, I
said. Such as, she questioned?  Name, age, interests, and so on.

   I'm Joan Wilson.  We've been married for close to 40 years, have 2 adult
children and am 57yrs old.  Ever go to a nudist colony, or nude beach, I
asked.  No, she said.  Topless beach?  No, and I've been faithful to my
husband too.

   And how do you feel about this, I asked?  I'm nervous, I guess, she
said. I mean, I'm not 21 anymore, and I really can't believe someone would,
well, you know, be interested in me.

   Well you have a nice mature figure, I said, so don't worry about being
appealing, I began.  You like sex, I asked?  Silence for a few long
seconds, then, yes, I suppose so was Joan's reply.

   Okay, then turning to John said, John, how about confirming your
understanding of our agreement for the digital record, and here is todays
newspaper which I'd like you to hold so there is no question about anything
in the future.

   John stepped to the Joan's side and recited his understanding and
agreement for the record, then excused himself, kissed Joan goodbye and
left for the afternoon.

   I waited a minute puttering about with the camera, then turned to Joan.
Think we can be more open now that John isn't here, I asked.  Yes, I guess
so, she said.  Did my questions upset you, I asked.

   Well, not really, but yes, I guess so, she began.  Care to explain, I
asked?  I'm not naive said Joan.  John's pimping me to pay the rent, she
said.  And, you're, I beganÉ

   I'm not happy about it, said Joan.  Then perhaps we should just call it
off and I'll leave, I said.  That won't do, said Joan, because then you'll
throw us out and given our circumstances we won't have a place to stay, so
I'm trapped.

   Don't want you to be trapped, I said getting up and starting to pack up.
Please, please I'm sorry, said Joan.  I'm just over reacting, I'm I'm just
not all that certain about all of this she said.  Look, what do you want me
to do, she asked?  Is there really a guy who will pay our rent, she asked?

   Yes there is a guy and yes your rent will most probably be taken care
of, I answered.  Do, well without begin too specific, we're going to over
time go through various themes.  Themes, asked Joan, I don't understand.

   Well, let now go there right now, I said, let continue with information,
shall we?  Okay, said Joan.

   So before I asked you if you like sex.  Yes, I enjoy sex, said Joan. 
What kind, I asked?  Kind, I'm not sure what you mean.  Well you like to be
on top, bottom, doggie style.  Oh, I like to be on top and bottom, said
Joan.

   Lets see, I said, your eyes are Hazel, blonde hair and you're about what
5'2".  No, I'm 5'3".  And you wear what size dress?  About a 10, but a lot
depends on where its made, she said.  Okay, and your shoe size, I asked? 
Oh a size 7, she replied.  And your panty size?  Hummm, probably a 7.  And
your boobs, I asked?  I wear a 36DD bra if that is what you want to know.

   Have you ever worked?  Yes, I was a school teacher.  Every entertain
your students, I asked.  No, never, said Joan.  But this doesn't seem, at
least from our talking, all that offensive to you, I said.

   To the contrary, I am greatly offended, but I'm also realistic.  So, if
someone wants to look at my fat old body, so be it, I'm past caring.

   One more question, I said.  You bi or bi-curious?  You mean another
woman, heavens no, said Joan.

   Ignoring her comment, I said, lets stand up so we can begin to have a
good look at you, I said.  Joan stood with her arms at her side in front of
the chair.

   Looking at her she appeared taller than she was with blonde highlights
in her hair, but sort of in a flip and which framed her face nicely.  She
was wearing a straight black skirt and white blouse with an extra wide
black leather belt that accented her waist.  I could see she was wearing
stockings and about a 3" pair of heels.

   5'3", I commented.  I guess with these heels I appear a taller.  Turn
around, so our viewer will be able to see all of you, I said.

   Joan turned around and stood silently with her back to me.  Now
sideways, I said and she turned once again.  Looks like you've got some
nice tits there, I commented, but there was no reply.

   Mrs.  Wilson, I began, since I'm unsure what the buyer would like, I
think it best that we begin by having you do some modeling, just the
basics, I said.

   I'm not sure I understand, she said.  I want you to move around in front
of the camera some so the client can see you from different views.  Joan
turned to the right and walked to the wall, then turned around and came
back to stand in front of the chair.  Was that okay, she asked?

   Yes, that was fine, I replied.  Now unfastened the belt and tossed it to
the side.  Joan, I said, waving my arm as if ushering her, where upon she
turned and walked to the wall and then back though she still had a look of
surprise on her face.

   Now unbutton her blouse and pulled it from your skirt so it opens fully
then slipped it off and let again walk about.

   Joan asked, would you like to go into the bedroom?  No, I said, lets
stay out here, now please, I said.

   Joan reached for the top button and then slowly opened all the buttons,
pulled the blouse from the skirt and unfastened two remaining buttons.  She
then pulled the blouse open and slipped it from her shoulders.

   Joan now exposed in her bra once again walked to the wall, turned and
came back asking, this what you wanted to see?

   Yes, I said, but now lets do the same thing again, but this time remove
the skirt.  Joan twisted a little to the side, unfastened some buttons or
hooks and unzipped the skirt pushing it over her hips and letting it fall
around her ankles.

   She looked down, then carefully stepped out of the fallen skirt, turned
and once again walked to the far side of the room, turned and came back to
stand facing the camera in her bra and panties.  Please, can I use the
bathroom, asked Joan?

   Sure, I said, it will give me a minute to adjust the camera's.  After a
minute I heard the flushing sound and the sound of running water in the
sink, then Joan came back into the room.  Ready, I asked?  No, but I don't
have a choice do I, she replied.

   Well, you do, truth be known, so shall we continue, or shall I just pack
up and leave.  No, lets continue, do you want me to take my bra off now,
she asked?

   Not just yet, I said.  I want some cheesecake type photos first.  You
mean still photos, asked Joan.  No, this will be for the video, but stills
can be made, I say.  Now what I want you to do is to bend over and let me
see down your bra, then adjust your straps some to show more, and use your
hands and arms to feel your boobs.

   Like this asked Joan as she bent over and I was able to see her hangers.
Yes, I said, that is good.  Now touch yourself, I said.  Joan proceeded to
feel her boobs and to use her arms to push her boobs together, asking in if
she was doing it correctly.

   Yes, I said, and you've got nice tits, do you know that.  She blushed
and whispered thank you.  Now take off your bra, I said.  Joan paused for
what seemed forever, but then reached behind herself and unfastened the bra
slowly pulling the straps from her shoulders and sliding it down her arms.
Immediately covering her nipples and she looked towards me for
instructions.

   Take away your hands so I can see your nipples, I said.  She slowly
removed her hands revealing two very rose colored nipples.  I had her pose
a bit, then told her to take off her panties.

   Please she said, can't we just stop here?  No, afraid not, I need and
want to see your pussy.  You could see her thinking,then she reached for
the waist band of the panty and pushed it down over her hips and let it
fall to the floor, where she stepped out of it.

   Naked now, except for her heels, she stood facing me waiting for
instructions.  I motioned her to step closer then told her to put a leg up
on the table.  With one leg on the table and the other on the floor, I was
able to move the camera to her exposed pussy and then around to her asshole
getting close up photos of both.

   Then not wanting to lose the moment and the control, I quickly told Joan
to lift her tits and show them to the camera.  She did so and even offered
a little smile as a bonus.

   You like your tits played with, I asked?  Yes, she whispered her reply.
Okay, I said, now lets see your pussy.  Lift a leg and put it on this
cushion, I said.  Joan did as she was told and in a few seconds I was
enjoying the view of her open pussy.

   Nice pussy, I said as I moved closer.  Don't move, I said moving my
fingers to her lips and starting to slip one into her and in a few seconds
was finger fucking her.  Like that, I asked?

   Yes, Joan horsely whispered, then moaned slightly as I drove my finger
further into her.

   You're doing great, I said, adding, John will be happy to know how well
you're doing.  Still unsure of herself, Joan whimpered, okay as I withdrew
my finger and offered it to her to lick.

   I then had her take a seat and tossed her a small 6" dildo from my bag.
Here, I said, put this in your pussy, then we'll talk.

   Not knowing exactly what I meant, or not fully thinking about things,
Joan proceeded to rub her clit with the dildo and then slipped it into her
waiting hole while I refocused one of the camera's to capture some close-up
detail.

   With the dildo in her pussy, I moved to stand along side of Joan and
began to feel the tit closest to me pinching and stretching the nipple for
a minute or two.

   Okay Joan, I began, get dressed, but leave the dildo in.  Joan hesitated
a bit, then got up and moved to get her bra and panties.  She stepped into
her panties and pulled them up covering her pussy as her swollen tits sway
beneath her.  She then grabbed the bra and leaned forward capturing her
globes in the cups before straightening and hooking the bra and adjusting
the straps.

   She then got her top and put it on, followed by the skirt.  Now fully
dressed, she stood before me.  Like that pussy stuffer, I asked.  No, not
really, she replied.  Oh, sorry about that, I said, then asked, how's this,
as I pushed a remote control in my pocket and the dildo started to vibrate
some.

   OMG she almost screamed as she jumped with surprise.  Please stop it,
she begged.

   Okay, I said after 20 or 30 seconds, clicking it off, now lets discuss
where we're at, shall we?  Okay, she replied

   I spoke to the buyer, before coming her today, I began, and he is
excited about the project.  We've today complete one item, I said.  We've
sort of introduced you to the viewer and have confirmed that you and John
are okay with the project by his being here in the beginning and then you
continuing thereafter.

   I'm confident that he will find what we did today to his satisfaction
and we'll continue with his agenda, or requests...however you want to put
it.  So, you okay to proceed, I asked?

   I suppose so, replied Joan adding, after all, I mean . . .  And her
voice trailed off as I moved to her and began feeling her tits.  Please
don't she whispered.  I slipped my hand into my pocket and clicked on the
vibrating toy.  Joan jumped begging me to once again turn it off.

   For a blow job, I answered her, as I turned the unseen dial and the toy
speeded up.  Yes, yes, anything, just please stop, turn it off begged Joan
as she reached for my pants and began unzipping my zipper.

   As she pulled my cock out, I twisted the dial to maximum and pulled her
head down to my swollen member.  Joan immediately began to lick and suck
me. I reduced the speed but Joan didn't.  You like that, I asked her.  Yes,
she mumbled and continued to bob her head up and down over my swollen
member.

   I soon filled her throat with my load and then turned off the toy.  Joan
didn't say anything when I reached my hand under her skirt and pushed away
her panty and slipped my finger into her already filled pussy.  I was able
to hook my finger on the edge of the toy and pulled it from her, then
immediately shoved my finger back into her pussy.

   Thanks for the blow job, I say.  I'll be in touch and we'll see what's
next, I said.  Joan didn't say a word as I removed my hand and gathered my
things and left.

   Three days later, I called and left a message on the Wilson's answering
machine, telling Joan to get in touch with me.  Following dinner that
evening the phone rang and Joan was returning my call.

   Slacks will be okay, I said opening the conversation and meet me at the
office at 10 tomorrow morning.  Anything else, she asked.  No, that should
do it, I said and then hung up.

   The next morning a little before 10 the bell rang and I ushered Joan
into the office.  My, don't you look pretty today, I said.  Thank you, she
replied asking, this okay, as she spread her arms and pivoted.  Joan was
wearing slacks and a pullover top which fitted like a glove.

   Yes, just great I said then added, the buyer liked what he saw and has
now replied with some specific requests.  And they are, Joan questioned? 
Lets wait till we get where we're going first, I said.  Going, questioned
Joan?

   Yes, we're headed to the J.  W.  Marriott where we have a suite to use
today.  Very nice, said Joan asking, and why is that?  Because that is how
it is, I said, adding, now lets go, shall we.

   We arrived at the hotel and immediately took the elevator up to the
suite.  Very nice commented Joan as we entered.  Glad you like it, I
replied, then suggested that she take a seat.

   While Joan was seated I puttered around with the camera's and tripod's
for a few minutes until there was a knock at the door.  Joan looked
startled, but I ignored her for the moment and went and opened the door.

   Hi, come in I said to the young woman, you must be Rita.  Yes, she said,
asking I am in the right place, aren't I?  Yes, most certainly I said
turning I added, Rita, Joan.  Hello she said as Joan smiled slightly in her
direction.

   Have a seat I said, motioning Rita to a seat on the sofa.  Rita was
wearing a simple print dress which she pulled over her knees as she
straightened herself and crossed her legs.

   So, Rita I began, a little about yourself, please.  Yes, of course.  I'm
Rita Barnwell, I'm 29yrs old, married, 2 children and . . .  Her voice
trailed off.  And you're here because, I asked?

   Well, have lots and lots of problems and you or your friend has offered
to help lighten the load, she said.  Ever done this before, I asked.  No
never, she replied, but I know I need to get this done.

   Very good, I said then added, Joan is somewhat in the same situation as
you are, so today the buyer has requested that the two of you work
together, and I'm sure that it won't be a problem, I added.

   You mean, Joan began, but I held up my hand to stop her.  Joan it means
that you and Rita will be working together and the photos will be of the
both of you and sometimes contrast the two of you to show physical
differences in maturity, etc.

   Oh no, I couldn't, I can't said Rita, I'm going to have to leave.  Sit
down and shut up, both of you, I said.  Now listen to me, and listen good.
You are both here because someone or you fucked up and now you're wanting
to buy your way out.  Your savior is willing to do this for you.  He has
the money.  In return he wants the pleasure and he has named his pleasure.

   Now I have detailed specifics from him.  I send him the work, he
authorizes me to release the money.  I don't, then there is no money, and
before either of you say that's okay also, remember your agreements and
also what the consequences are.  Now, want to think about this, or shall we
proceed.

   Rita wiped a few tears from her eyes and turned to Joan saying, I'm
sorry.  Me too, said Joan as she reached to give Rita a hug.  I managed a
few photos before suggesting we continue.

   Rita, step behind Joan and put your arms around her and head on her
shoulder.  Good, now cover her tits with your hands.  I'm sorry, said Rita
as she followed the instruction and the video camera captured every move.
Now feel her a little, I said.  I can't, replied Rita.

   I stepped up and clasped my hand over hers and began squeezing Joan's
tit.  There, I said, now keep it up, as I moved my hand away and stepped
back and Rita continued.  How do Joan's tits feel compared to your, I asked
Rita.  Well, she's bigger than I am, replied Rita.

   Now change places, I instructed.  Joan stepped behind Rita and
immediately put her arms around her and covered her tits with her hands. 
Rita jumped a little as Joan felt her tits.  Open her dress, I told Joan.
Joan stepped back and did nothing for a moment, then unzipped the back of
Rita's dress to below her waist.

   Rita somewhat frozen in place had a zero type expression on her face. 
Ready to share your tits with us, I asked, but Rita didn't respond.  Unhook
her bra Joan.  I could see the straps hanging free as Rita held her arms to
her side preventing the dress from falling.

   Joan, push that dress and bra down, its time to see what Rita's hubby
and probably her boyfriends have been enjoying.  Joan, whispered sorry and
pushed the dress from Rita's shoulders along with the bra, both of which
immediately fell to the floor leaving Rita topless in her panties and
heels.

   Nice nips, I commented to a red faced Rita, adding, Joan show me how you
play with those tits now.













   Today you're going to seduce a young man, I said.  What?  I can't, I
couldn't, I wouldn't know where to begin or what to do, she ranted.  You
can, you will and there is no discussion, I said holding up my hand for her
to stop.

   But it was just pictures, she began again.  Yes, I said, pictures of you
in adult situations and the situation today is that the buyer wants to see
you tease and seduce a young guy.  I, she tried to continue, but I held up
my hand stopping her.

   Remember Joan, I said, you've been traded to me for rent by your old man
and frankly your ability to earn the rent is with your tits, ass and pussy,
so lets not get all huffy about things.

   Now the young man isn't fully aware of your circumstance, but he is
aware that he might have some fun with a female.  He has no idea about your
age or anything like that, so you're going to need to take the lead with
him.  And, I continued, I don't want you to throw off your cloths in 30
seconds either, so tease and taunt him so he wants to fuck you good.

   And you, she asked.  Don't worry about me, just worry about getting the
job done and earning some rent money, I said.  BTY, the kids name is Jeff.

   There was a knock at the door and I motioned for Joan to open it.  Hi,
won't you come in she began.  Jeff walked into the room and looked around,
then back towards Joan.

   Now Joan is not an unattractive woman, however, for someone young like
Jeff, she's not the slim, trim college co-ed, so he might have been
disappointed.

   I disappoint you, asked Joan?  No, no, said Jeff, I.  You were expecting
some cute young thing, weren't you, she asked?  Well, began Jeff.  But you
think that maybe I'm too old or perhaps too ugly, she continued.

   Oh no, you're not ugly he said.  Oh, so you think I'm attractive, she
asked?  Yes, yes of course, Jeff replied.  So, what do you like, asked
Joan? My hair, my lips, my boobs, my butt, tell me.

   Before he could answer, Joan said, I bet you like my boobs.  Think you'd
like to see my bra, she asked.  Jeff nodded his head yes, as Joan reached
to pull the top from her slacks.

   Before I do this, she said, tell me the truth.  Do you really want to
see, or are you just being polite?  No no, replied Jeff, I'd really like to
see.

   By now I had eased further away and was watching this from across the
room.

   Joan continued asking questions as she cupped one tit and asked if Jeff
had a girlfriend and were her tits bigger or smaller than hers, but Jeff
didn't answer her.  Finally Joan pulled the top over her head revealing a
lace bra and a lot of cleavage.

   Then without a word she reached for the belt on her slacks, undid it and
unzipped the slacks and pushed them down over her thighs revealing the
matching panties to the bra.

   Joan stepped out of her heels for a minute and kicked the slacks off
then stepped back into the heels and stood there in just her bra and
panties.  This okay, she asked?  OMG, yes, said Jeff adding, you're really
really hot.

   Thanks, mouthed Joan, then asked, guess you want me to take off my bra
next, don't you.  Please, was Jeff's only response.  Or, do you want to do
it, asked Joan?  Can I, asked Jeff?  Of course, replied Joan adding, I want
you to have a good time.  I just hope you like my titties, they aren't
young like your girlfriends.

   Jeff stood and Joan turned around and unhooked the bra, then pushed the
straps from her shoulders and never stepping away reach forward to cup and
feel her freed tits.  Oh, you feel so good, he whispered in her ear,
adding, I bet your husband plays with you all the time, doesn't he?

   Oh, not so hard, said Joan as Jeff pinched her nipple.  Sorry, can I
kiss it to make it all better, he asked?  Hmmmm, okay teased Joan as she
turned around giving Jeff his 1st look at her boobs.

   You like my tits, asked Joan lifting one towards Jeff's allowing him to
begin sucking her nipple.  I want to fuck you, said Jeff whereupon Joan
began to push her panties down over her hips.

   Soon she was on her back, legs high and Jeff pounding her like the young
bull he was.

























   Then begin to undress, but each time you take off something, again move
around so the client can see you.  If I think we need to focus on
something, then I'll let you know, I said.

   I'll try to do this, but I'm very nervous, said Joan.  If you like, you
can talk to the buyer, I said, indicating that there was a mic.  to record
the sound as well.  I wouldn't know what to say, she said.

   Perhaps you can tell what you are doing or are going to do next, I
suggested.

   With that Joan undid her large belt buckle and removed it from around
her waist.  She then twisted just a bit unzipped the zipper and unfastened
the waistband on her skirt.  Holding the unfastened skirt in her hands she
looked up and straight at the camera.  Then with a tear forming in her eye
and a distant look, she let go of the skirt which fell to the floor around
her feet.

   Her blouse hung down covering her panties, but you could see her thighs
and the straps from her garter belt holding the stockings.  You've got very
nice legs, I said.  Thank you.  Now walk around some, I said.

   Joan walked around in a little circle in front of me and the camera then
stopped and looked at the camera.  I used the remote wireless in my hand to
pause the recording as she just stood there and stared.  Ready to continue,
I asked.

   She reached for the top button on her blouse and unfastened it as I
triggered the camera to continue.  Then the next and next until the blouse
was open and I could see her black colored bra and panties pulled up to the
edge of the garter belt.

   Without saying a word she walked around a bit then with her back to me
slipped the blouse from her shoulders and tossed it to the side.  Joan then
paused for a few seconds as I was stared at her panty covered ass, then
turned to face me and the camera.

   Trying to keep a grip on myself, I said, you've a very nice figure. 
Thank you, she said, then once again turned and walked in a little circle
for the camera.

   When she stopped and began to reach behind her to unfasten the bra, I
stopped her saying, Joan before that lets let the buyer see down your bra.
What do you want me to do, she asked.

   Lean forward, I said.  Joan leaned forward with her head down looking at
herself.  Hold on, I said stepping up to her and sliding the shoulder
straps off then opening the bra a bit.  There, I said, now we can see
better.  Now look up here, I said.  Joan raised her head which opened a
clear view of her hanging globes inside the loosened bra.  Very good, I
said, now lets continue.

   Please, can't we stop, she asked?  Stop, I said adding, am I missing
something or don't you perhaps understand?  I, she began, then hesitated
some, then said, my husband said you wanted to take some pictures.

   Lets stop and clear this up right now, I said.  You and your husband are
in financial trouble.  I offered to help out and know a man who is a
collector of pictures, adult pictures, and if he likes you, you'll allow
photos of yourself and he will pay your rent.  Then you and your husband
can hide, yes hide from your creditors, here.  We clear so far, I asked?

   Yes, said Joan.  Good, now, and your husband should have discussed this
with you, if he didn't, I'm going to at the very least photograph you and
you're going to pose for me and do as your told.  Joan stood there in her
bra and panties listening to me.

   Let me be 100% clear, that means that I'm going to look at your body in
your cloths, in and out of your lingerie and if I want to see your tits
hanging down, or pulling on your nipples, then so be it.  Just like seeing
your pussy, open, closed, maybe with a cock in it, or perhaps a toy, or
something else.  And if your mouth is stuffed with cock, so be it, and I
don't care whether or not you've done these things with your husband,
someone else, or never.

   So, we either continue, or you can stop and begin to pack your bags so
you and your husband can move out when he gets back from his golf game.

   The shocking look on Joan's face was more than a look.  It went deep
into her very being.  I don't think she was ever talked to like that, and
just didn't know what to think, let along do about it, so she just stood
there somewhat frozen in place.

   He didn't tell you everything, did he, I asked?  No, she whispered her
reply.  Well, now you have it, I said.  What do you want do, I asked?  I
don't know, said Joan.

   That's not acceptable, I said.  You really think I'm pretty enough to,
you know, she said.  Yes, I replied, you're a very attractive woman, unless
of course there is something that will be negative that I haven't seen yet.

   Joan's eyes looked surprised as she suddenly came to the reality of the
situation and also realized she was standing there in her bra and panties.
Please, give me a minute, she began, crossing her arm over her boobs and
she turned to leave the room.

   Where are you going, I asked?  I need to use the bathroom.  Okay, but
leave the door open just in case I want to film you.  Oh no, please, you
can't be serious, she said.  Oh, but I am, I said.  Never know, the man
might like to see you peeing.

   Joan when into the bedroom and then into the bathroom.  I waited a
minute then walked back there where I could see the door was left open.  I
didn't say a word, but returned to the living room and waited for her.  I
heard the toilet flush and then she walked back into the room.

   Ready to continue, or want to forget it, I asked.  Continue, said Joan,
but please be patient with me.  Okay, I said, and clicked the remote to get
the camera recording.

   Joan straighten up and faced the camera.  She then turned around and
reached behind her so I could see her unhook her bra.  Can I have a minute,
she asked holding the bra in place with her arms?

   No, not really, I replied.  What's the problem?  I've, I've just never
done this before, she said.  Never taken off your bra, I asked?  You know
what I mean, she said.  Turn around, I said.  Joan slowly turned and faced
me still clutching the bra with her crossed arms.

   So you telling me you've never been to a topless beach or anything like
that.  No, she said.  And no one has ever.  No no, she cut me off.  Would
you like to put your bra back on, I asked.  Could I, please, she said. 
Sure, I said, go ahead.  Then I watched as she move to discreetly put the
shoulder straps back on and adjust the cups to hold her boobs before
re-hooking the bra.

   Okay, I said.  Yes, thank you, she said.  Good, now take off your
panties, I said.  The shocked look on her face said it all.  Come on I
said, pull them down, or I'll do it for you.

   Please she said, I've never been with anyone but John.  Too bad, I said,
but John is who got you into this and now you're going to get him out.  So,
if you want the rent possibly paid instead of being on the street by 6
o'clock tonight, you'll get a smile on your face and stop the bull shit. 
You aren't the only one in the world with tits and a pussy, I said.

   Now either take off the bra first, or take off the panties first, your
choice, but be quick about it, time is a-wasting, I said.

   Joan sniffed and said, can I get a tissue please.  After the item comes
off, I said, now do it!

   Joan hesitated a second, then reach behind and unhooked her bra then
cross her arms and pulled the straps down and finally let it slide away
from her revealing 2 very full and nicely shaped tits with dark colored
nipples.

   She immediately walked away and towards the bedroom where I could hear
some crying and then blowing her nose.  I gave her a few minutes to compose
herself, then said, times up, you need to come back out here.

   After a minute or two, she reappeared covering her boobs with her hands.
Put your hands behind your head, I said.  She slowly did so causing her
boobs to stick out a little further.

   You've got some very nice tits, I said.  How big are you?  Silence. 
What size bra do you wear, I asked.  38 double D she said.  Nice.  Like
your tits played with, I asked.  Yes, she replied.  Nipples taste good, I
asked?  What, she almost shouted the question?

   Do your nipples taste good, I asked again?  I don't know, yes I suppose
so, she replied.  Lets see if they will reach, I said.  Go on, I continued,
let see if you can lick or suck your own nipples.

   Joan lowered her arms and lifted her tits, then easily managed to lick
herself.  Very good, I said, now take off your panties.  Can I turn around,
she asked with a pleading look in her eyes?  Turn sideways, I said, cause I
want to see how your tits hang down when you bend over.

   She turned slowly, took a deep breath and hooked her thumbs into the
waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her hips.  As she bent
over her tits swung out to hang beneath her until the panties fell to her
ankles and she straightened up.

   Joan held on to the side of the chair and stepped out of the panty,
leaving her in only heels, stockings and garter belt.  Walk around, I said
and she walked across the room, then turned and came back tits swaying and
her pussy hardly visible from her bush covering.

   Sit down, I said in a somewhat stern voice.  Joan immediately sat down,
legs together, and looked at me.  Okay, spread your legs and lift them so I
can get a good picture of your pussy, I said.  Joan sat there and looked at
me.

   Come on, I said, quit stalling, or would you rather get on your back? 
Joan slowly opened her legs and tried to lift them, but she was just not
focusing, so I moved a footstool in front of her and proceeded to lift one
of her feet bracing it on the edge of the cushion.

   Joan realized how open she'd be, but slowly moved the other foot into
position now giving a nice open look at her pussy.  I walked back to the
camera and used the zoom to focus in a bit further on her somewhat swollen
lips.

   You wet at all, I asked.  She sat there staring at me, but I wasn't
waiting having move once again to in front of her and before she could do
or say anything was rubbing her pussy with my fingers and started to slip
my middle finger into her rapidly moistening pussy.

   Nooooo, please stop, she moaned as she wiggled her bottom and tried to
straighten her legs.  I wasn't about to give up, and pushed my finger in
further rubbing her clit with my thumb causing her to try and close her
legs.  I reached up with my free hand and grabbed her tit and began
pinching the nipple as I pulled and squeezed causing her to become even
more physical.

   I instantly stopped and she stopped, then realized that my hands were
still on and in her.  Please don't, she begged.  Sorry, but you need to
earn your rent, now don't you, reminding her of the circumstance she found
herself in.

   Now listen and answer me, I said rather sternly, getting her attention.
When was the last time you were fucked, I asked?  Please, don't, she said,
but I immediately once again began moving my thumb over her clit and
twisting her nipple.  Talk to me, I said.

   John hasn't touched me in 6 months, she said.  He's been worried about
the finances, she added.  You've a very nice body, I said, it shouldn't be
neglected for that long as I again began to drive my finger deeper into
her.

   Want me to stop, I asked.  Yes, yes, please, I can't do this, she said,
then moaned and started to buck her hips.  I pulled away from her and she
quickly got herself under control.  However, I stepped back and pulled her
legs up high exposing her ass and took a good hard swing at it, and then a
2nd smack before she could react.

   Bitch, you will do as your told.  Your husband has traded you to me for
the rent and you're going to earn it, else your royal ass will be out on
the street.  And, I cautioned, just remember I've got this film for a
keepsake.  Now what's it going to be?

   I'm sorry she whispered, please just don't hurt me.  No one is going to
hurt you, I said.  Just loosen up, have some fun, I said.  I'll try, she
said.  Good, I said, now I want you to come over here and give me a good
blow job.  I, I can't she said, I never...and her voice trailed off.

   You mean you don't suck your husbands cock, I asked?  No, never, she
said.  Well I'm glad I'm not your husband I said, because you're going to
suck mine.  No, no please, just sleep with me, I won't fight you, she said.

   Bull shit, now get your ass over here, I commanded.  She moved to me,
and I told her to get on her knees and take out my cock.  Fumbling she
unzipped my fly and reach about to find the opening in my boxers, then
withdrew my cock and held it in her hand.

   Now start kissing it, licking it and sucking on it till you have the
whole thing in your mouth and down your throat, I commanded.  Please she
whispered, but I forced the head of my cock against her lips and held her
head in place.  Finally she parted her lips and her tongue darted out
flicking my cock head.  Keep going I said.

   It wasn't too long before she was sucking like a pro, and it certainly
didn't take long afterwards for me to feel the final surge beginning and as
I held her head in place, I emptied my load into her mouth and down her
throat.  Gaging some, I told her to swallow and she listened to my
instruction and did so.

   Now lick me clean I said, and Joan immediately returned to my cock and
began licking it clean with her talented tongue.  That's good, I said as
she finished cleaning me, now lets see what that pussy can do, as I pulled
her up and seated her back in the chair.

   Lift your legs, I said as I pulled her legs apart and she lifted them
onto the seat cushion.  With her legs up and spread, I began tracing my
finger around her pussy then plunged into her hole located and started
rubbing her "G" spot.  Her reaction was immediate and almost uncontrollable
as her hips ground into the seat and she tried to capture more of my hand
in her pussy.

   Withdrawing my hand, I stood and lined my again swollen cock up with her
entrance and easily slipped into her soaking hole, then managed to stand
still and let her fuck me with everything she had until I was unable to
contain myself any longer and emptied my 2nd load in her.

   Afterwards, rested, I told her to dress as the camera continued to
record her action.  Joan didn't say anything, but gathered her cloths,
dressed in front of me and the camera and I left.

   The following day I saw John and he waved me over.  Everything okay, he
asked to my surprise?  Yes, no problems, I said.  Good, he continued, was a
little concerned that you might not like Joan, or that maybe she'd be, well
reluctant even thought we did discuss it.

   Yes, thank you, I said, then asked, might I asked just what you did
discuss with her?  Oh sure, he said, I told her like you said, some adult
type photo's, so I imagine maybe some of her in a 2 piece bathing suit and
maybe her silky nightgown, you know stuff like that.  Yes, thank you I said
ending it as quickly as possible.

   Was Joan okay, he asked with some concern?  Your wife's very nice, I
said, and I expect that we'll have some good new by the end of the week. 
The following afternoon I received a reply from one of the collectors
seeking some more information and including an offer.  After answering his
questions, I negotiated the offer with him and we finally agreed on a
dollar value.  I was sure that the Wilson's would be happy.

   That evening I called them on the phone.  John answered and I told him
that I had received a reply from a collector.  He paused and I added, that
it could almost cover the months rent, unless of course...  No, no, he
said, nothing like that, then passed the phone to Joan.

   Joan, I said, looks like we have a sale.  So I'll need you to be ready
the day after tomorrow, I said.  Okay she whispered, and Joan I added, I
haven't said a thing to John about the details, so it is entirely up to you
whether or not you say anything.  Thank you, she said and hung up the
phone.

   Joan called the following afternoon and I told her what she should wear
the following day.  Her only comment was, this is really going to happen,
isn't it.  Yes, I said.  Collector saw some of your stuff, liked it and,
well we're ready to go.  Okay she whispered and hung up the phone.

   The next afternoon the bell rang and I opened the door for Joan.  You
look very pretty today, I commented, as she passed into the room wearing a
flair skirt and fitted top.  Thank you, she said.  You ready, I asked. 
Yes, she again whispered.

   Good, I said adding, since speaking with you I've received a request
from a 2nd collector as well.  So you can know that you're quite attractive
and a number of people are interested in you.  How does that make you feel,
I asked?  I guess, okay, but I'm still, you know, uneasy she said.

   Well today will be a little different, I began.  We're going to take a
twist on a MILF theme.  What's an MILF, asked Joan.  Mother I'd Like To
Fuck, I said, but this time the collector wants you to start out being the
aggressor or mature woman in charge.  So, what you'll do is to be sexy,
aggressive and very entertaining, I said.  Now, here is an outline of
what's expected from the collector, and remember he's paying, so don't
disappoint.

   At that Joan looked over the typewritten pages without further comment
as I double checked on the camera, then sat down next to her and began to
feel her tits as she finished reading.

   Please don't, she said, pulling away from me.  Why not, I asked?  You've
got very nice tits and I enjoy feeling them.

   Joan handed back the notes to me without further comment.  Any
questions, I asked?  I don't think so, she said, but I'm not sure I can do
this, she added.  Well, you'll need to, remember who's paying the bill, I
said.  Yes, but who is this person, she asked.

   Oh, you mean your co-star, I said.  Yes, said Joan.  As I understand it,
he's a young man, of legal age, who somehow made his feelings about older
women known to the client and, well, here we are.  I spoke to the client
after I read the outline and he insists you follow it.  What about him,
asked Joan?  Him, you mean the client?  No, whoever this fellow is, she
said.  Oh, him, I said.  He's aware of the outline and he will follow it, I
said giving her tits a good squeeze.

   Oh, please don't do that she said.  Why not, I laughed, pinching her
again.  Don't, she said.  Okay, I said, but later you'll have to fuck me
good.  Joan didn't reply as we heard the doorbell ringing.

   Hi, I'm Brian, said the young man as he introduced himself to Joan. 
Hello, said Joan, not getting up, but smiling towards him.  We ready to get
started, I asked?

   Sure, said Brian, and Joan patted the cushion next to her inviting him
to be seated and I clicked the remote to record the action.  So, began
Joan, do I meet your expectations?  Yes, said Brian, very much so.

   Hope I don't disappoint you, said Joan.  You like older ladies, she
asked?  Yes, I think you're so much more sexy, he said.  Think I'm sexy,
she asked?  Yes, he whispered his answer.

   You're so sweet, she said.  Like to get a little more comfortable, she
asked.  Yes, would you, he asked.  Sure, she said, where would you like me
to begin?

   Would you take off your top, he asked?  If you'd like me to, replied
Joan.  Yes, please, said Brian his voice quivering some.

   So, said Joan, standing up, you want to see my breasts?  Yes, please. 
You might be disappointed, she said.  I don't think so, said Brian, you
look very nice.  Thank you, whispered Joan as she reached for the bottom of
her top and pulled it up exposing her stomach.

   Should I continue, she asked.  Yes, please, said Brian.  Okay, said Joan
pulling the top all the way up and over her head.  Then automatically
shacking her head to straighten her hair, she quickly folded the top and
held it against her.

   Please, Brian motioned with his hand, put that down.  Joan turned, still
holding the top and put it on a table, then turned back towards Brian.  You
approve, she asked?

   Yes yes, said Brian asking, how big are you?  Does it matter, asked
Joan? No, not really, replied Brian.  Good, said Joan, now think I should
take off my skirt?  And with that she unzipped the skirt, unfastened the
waistband and let it fall to the floor where she stepped out of it and
looked at Brian.

   You're beautiful, he said staring at her.  Thank you said Joan, but I'm
not young anymore so my figure isn't the greatest, now is it.  I disagree,
said Brian, you're certainly a MILF.

   Can, can I ask you something, Brian stuttered some as he asked?  Sure,
whatever you want to know, said Joan.  How big...he began.  How big are my
tits, asked Joan?  Yea.  I wear either a 38 or 40 double D bra, does that
answer your question.  Yea, are you married, he asked?  Yes, I am, replied
Joan, but I'm here with you now, she added, trying to get things back on
track.

   I know I'm not suppose to, began Brian, but I'd rather you answer me
than I sit here and listen and watch you.  I don't know, said Joan, but I
guess it will be okay looking towards me with a question on her face.

   Does your husband know about this, asked Brian?  Yes, whispered Joan. 
And, he doesn't mind, continued Brian.  I don't know, said Joan, now how
about you look down my bra and tell me if you like what you see.  And with
that she bent over offering Brian a good view of her tits hanging inside
her bra.

   Like the view, she asked?  Yea.  You don't think I'm too big, do you? 
No, said Brian adding, you do this for your husband?

   Please, said Joan, what does it matter?  It matters to me, said Brian,
now tell me, I want to know.  Do you intentionally show your tits like this
to your husband?  No I don't, Joan whispered her reply.

   Good, so this is special for me, said Brian.  Now I want you to push
your straps down and show me some more of your tits.

   Joan, slowly slid the straps off her shoulders causing the weight of her
tits to push the bra lower and show more cleavage.  That's nice, said
Brian, now let me see more, stand up and take off your bra.

   Joan stood straight and faced Brian as she reached behind her back and
began to unhook the bra.  With the straps dangling from her sides she held
the cups in place and looked straight at him.  You won't be disappointed
will you, she asked, then slid the bra down her arms exposing her tits to
him.

   Nice rack, commented Brian, then reached for Joan and began to feel her
tits.  I like your nipples, he said, as he pinched & pulled on them causing
Joan to shutter some.  I'll bet the guys were always wanting to play with
these, he said as he flicked his finger against the swollen nipple and
squeezed her other tit.  Lot of guys play with your tits, he asked?

   No, answered Joan.  You married a long time, he asked?  Yes, she
replied. So, you never messed around, continued Brian.  No, said Joan.  And
why now, asked Brian, as he lifted her tits and flicked his tongue over
each nipple.  Because I must, said Joan.

   You must, questioned Brian?  Yes, said Joan, now please and she moaned
as Brian pulled on her nipples stretching and lifting each tit to the
limit. Please don't hurt me, said Joan as she tried to pull back from
Brian's grasp.

   I won't hurt you, but I do want to know more intimate details about you,
he said.  How many different men have your fucked, he asked?  Three, Joan
mumbled hanging her head down.  You like to suck cock, he asked?  No, said
Joan.  But, I bet you like your pussy to be eaten, don't you.  Joan didn't
answer, but Brian continued, pull your panties down, I want to see that
virgin hole.

   Joan pushed her panties over her hips and let them fall to the floor,
then carefully avoiding catching her heels in them, stepped out and kicked
them aside.

   Come here, said Brian.  Joan stepped closer to him and he cupped her
crotch with his hand causing her to spread her legs some as he pushed his
thumb against her clit.  Lot of hair here, he said, but that soon won't be
a problem.

   Sit down, said Brian removing his hand.  Joan took a seat and looked up
at Brian.  Lift your legs, he said, I really want to see that pussy.  Joan
slowly lifted her legs, but Brian wasn't that patient, so he moved in and
planted her feet on the cushions then pulled her knees apart.

   Now that's better, he said.  You show your husband your pussy like this,
he asked?  No, said Joan.  Why not, he asked?  You're fifty something years
old and have nice tits and your pussy looks tasty, plus I expect it will
fuck me good, won't it?

   Joan didn't say a word, as Brian continued by telling her to open her
pussy.  Come on he said, show me that fuck hole.  Joan reached and spread
her pussy lips open.  Now that's nice, said Brian, as he moved in on Joan
and plunged several fingers into her gaping hole.

   Joan jumped and a slight moan passed her lips.  Play with your tits,
said Brian.  Joan began feeling herself and pinching her nipples as Brian
continue to assault her pussy.  Scoot forward, said Brian, I want to see
your asshole.

   Joan wiggled forward in the seat as Brian spread her further apart and
rubbed his fingers over her exposed clit.  Joan was starting to hump his
hand now as Brian continued to pleasure her for a few minutes before he
withdrew his wet fingers and began to circle her asshole.

   I'm going to fuck your asshole, said Brian.  No, no please don't, said
Joan.  Really now, said Brian, you don't give the old man a blow job, you
aren't truly experienced and you've a virgin ass, which you want to keep
that way.  I don't see where you're being too cooperative, and after all
you're getting some good money, or something, aren't you?

   Yes, whispered Joan, I'm sorry, I'll do whatever you ask, just please
don't hurt me and, well that will hurt, if you know what I mean.  Oh, so
you mean my dick in your ass will hurt, is that right, asked Brian.  Yes,
please, here I am for you, said Joan spreading her legs a bit further and
inviting Brian to her pussy.

   Here, said Brian, pushing his cock towards her face.  Lets see what you
can do with this, he challenged.  Joan, began to encircle it with her hand
and followed with her tongue beginning to lick his cock, until finally she
circled her lips around its head and settled in to giving him some good
head.

   In short order Brian was hard as a rock as Joan's head and hand moved to
keep him excited and happy.  Brian then announced that he was going to fuck
her pussy before enjoying her virgin ass.

   No no please don't, begged Joan.  Look I'm sucking your cock and playing
with my tits just like you like, oh please nooooo she wailed.  Get on your
back, said Brian.

   Joan obeyed him and he was suddenly on her and pounding his cock into
her love hole.  As he pounded her, he reached her asshole and began to ream
her a little with his finger as she continued to begged him to stop, but it
fell on deaf ears.

   On your knees, he commanded her and get that ass nice and high in the
air for me.  Joan, continuing to beg, follow his instruction and soon her
head was buried in her crossed arms and her tits flapped against her chin
as Brian spread her cheeks and push his cock against her shit-hole.

   No no you're hurting me, cried Joan, adding make him stop, but he
continued to push against her as his cock began to open her hole and the
head disappeared into her.

   Tears were streaming from her eyes as Brian pushed deeper into the
uncharted territory.  Please screamed Joan, please stop, I'll do anything,
if you will stop.

   If I stop, asked Brian, will you fuck my dog?  Yes, yes anything replied
Joan trying to move forward to his cock would be out of her.  And will you
lick some pussy and suck some tits, he asked.  Yes yes, please just stop,
cried Joan.

   Brian push a little harder and more of his cock slipped into her ass. 
Brian then withdrew and turned Joan over and pushed his swollen cock all
the way into her pussy, where he continued to pound her and shortly was
filling her pussy with his cum as she continued to cry and resist him, but
to no avail.

   As he pulled his cock from her pussy he shot his load of cum all over
her belly, but Joan didn't react as she just lay there sobbing.

   Now, said Brian, lick me clean as I tell you a few facts.  Joan twisted
around and started to lick his cock and balls clean.  Brian then said, I'm
going to have payment for you withheld until I'm happy, you understand
that, he asked?

   Yes, whispered Joan.  Good, said Brian.  You've a nice body for someone
your age, and I like it.  Also, now you don't have any virgin holes, do
you? No, she again whispered.

   Remember what you promised me, he asked?  Yes.  Good, now I want you to
find a lady with a decent figure who hasn't been fucked recently.  You'll
set it up where she'll get fucked by me, but it will be up to you to get
her ready.  And, he added, if she'd enjoy you, then all the better in
making me happy.  You understand, he asked?

   Yes, but I just don't know, where do I find....her voice trailed off. 
Don't know, said Brian.  You might want to check some of the restaurants
for a waitress, or maybe a gay bar.  Hell, offer her your tits, she'll jump
at them, he laughed.

   Now come over here, he demanded.  Joan moved closer and he reached to
her pussy and pushed his fingers into her, as she jumped.  Relax, he said
then added, and one more thing.  I don't have a dog, but I want you to
bring your husband so he can see what a slut you really are.

   No no, please she begged.  Brian said, he will be there, and turning to
me, asked, you have any questions of my requirements so this slut can be
paid.  No problem here I said.  At that Brian pulled his finger from Joan
and started to dress to leave.

   Joan waited a few minutes, then did the same, but before leaving turned
to me and begged for help.  Best I can do, I said, is to tell you to check
with Mrs.  Watson.  She been widowed for a while now, and she's showing
some extra flesh, so I guess she's horny and might be interested.  Joan
mumbled okay and left.

   What she didn't know what that Sharon Watson had been into see me
previously, and while it was for a different collector, she had play acted
with 2 25yr olds and the collector wanted more.  In fact, he was willing to
pay double for the recording of her first encounter with another woman. 
Brian had now set Joan up for just this, so it was just a matter of waiting
and seeing what happens.

   It certainly didn't take long as the next evening the phone rang with
Sharon on the phone and Joan conference.  We've talked, began Sharon, and
we're not happy about this turn of events.  That's right, said Joan, not at
all happy.  This is asking too much.

   I let them continue to vent and when they ran out of steam, asked if
they have met one another.  No, but they talked on the phone.  Good, I
said, then went on to remind them both that they had entered into an
agreement, finally ending by telling them both to be dressed and at my
place the following afternoon, then abruptly hung up the phone planning on
ignoring any further calls.

   The following afternoon the bell rang and Sharon came into the room.  5
long minutes later the bell rang again and Joan entered followed by hubby
John and moments later Brian arrived.

   What is this, began John, but both Brian and I turned towards him and
told him to be quiet and be seated.  I took a seat next to John and asked
him quietly how his sex life had been with Joan.  I don't see, he began. 
Stop the shit, I said, you feel restricted by her, have to hold off, do
without, you know what I mean, I said.

   Yes, I suppose so he said.  Well, my friend, today you'll see your new
woman.  When you leave here you'll have an entirely new understanding of
your wife.  I, I know she's here for sex and to help out he said, his voice
trailing off and we agreed to that I said, but now Joan isn't so
restrictive with having sex.

   What do you mean by that, asked John.  Well, now Joan loves to suck
cock, likes to fuck one too and has been fucked in the ass as well.  Today
will be her last time here, and the collector wants to see her with another
lady for a start.

   You mean, started John.  Yes, and Brian felt that you should be here to
enjoy this as well, so here you are.  Now, we expect, no demand, that you
remain quiet and we hope that you will enjoy yourself and profit from the
experience.

   Brian, I said, lets get started.

   Joan, Sharon, he began, we all know why we're here so we needn't dwell
on it and certainly I don't want any pissing and moaning from either of
you. You each have an obligaton and that is enough said, so we're going to
begin and I'm going to guide you somewhat, but I also expect some
initiative from each of you.

   Brian turned to me and I clicked on the master control for all the
cameras.  Sharon he began, stand up next to Joan.  Joan, what do you think
of Sharon, he asked.  She seems very nice, was the reply.  Like the way she
fills out that blouse, he asked.

   She has a very nice figure, said Joan.  What about you Sharon, Joan's
tits nice size for you, he asked.  Sharon was surprised for a second, but
replied that Joan too had a nice figure.  You really think so, asked Brian.
Yes, whispered Sharon.

   Okay then, said Brian, take off her dress so you and we can have a
better look at it.  Joan's dress buttoned up the front with a wide belt at
the waist so Sharon had to stand in front of her to accomplish the task.

   I'm sorry, she mouthed as she began to unfasten the belt.  Then using
just her fingertips she pulled the fabric away and began to unbutton the
top button, then the next and so on until the dress was open and Joan's bra
was clearly visible.

   Continue said Brian, so Sharon shoved the dress from Joan's shoulders
and it fell down her arms and then onto the floor leaving Joan in her bra
and panties and high heels.

   Now what do you think, Brian asked Sharon, but she didn't answer as she
just stared at Joan standing before her.  Sharon, Brian began, Joan's hubby
is here and I'm certain that he's very much interested in this as we all
are, so I want you to do whatever you think you should do to harden Joan's
nipples for us.

   Sharon just stood there, until Brian said, you know the consequence if
you don't complete this, don't you.  Yes, she said, then looked to Joan and
said, I'm sorry as she moved her hands to cover her tits.

   Like the way those tits feel, asked Brian.  Yes, Sharon replied.  Feel
as good as your own?  Yes, well she's bigger than me, said Sharon.  Her
nipples bigger too?  Yes, was the reply.

   Lets see for sure, said Brian.  Joan, show us Sharon's tits.  Joan
hesitated and Brian















   Hope you won't be disappointed, said Joan, as she slipped the dress from
her shoulders and down her arms.  You like my bra or my panties, she asked
sliding the dress over her hips and letting it fall to the floor.

   Brian sat wide eyed not really focusing on any one thing.  So, asked
Joan, am I still your, what is it called, MILF?  Brian just nodded his head
not saying a word.

   My tits big enough for you, asked Joan?  I hope you like them.  Maybe in
a little while you'd like to squeeze them and suck my nipples.  I'd really
like that, would you, she asked?

   Brian sat there wide eyed not responding and Joan continued by squeezing
her tits and then leaning forward and suggesting he look down her bra.  You
still think I'm a MILF, she asked?



   You like that, asked Joan.  Yes, Brian mumbled.  Want to feel my tities,
she asked?