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Sally and Me (slut, cons)
by E.Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
Date: Aug 1998
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Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.
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E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com
Dear Readers, This is the story of how one wife became a slut thanks
to a friend with a big cock. It is consensual. It involves orgies
and interracial and some things some people may consider humiliation.
If you don't like that, read something else.
SALLY AND ME
My name is Robert but everyone calls me Bobby, especially my wife,
Sally. I would describe us as average people. I am five nine and one
hundred sixty pounds. I keep myself in reasonable shape considering I
have a desk job for a big company. I enjoy sports and fishing and
puttering in the tiny workshop I have in our garage.
Sally is an average woman who works in human resources for another big
company. I think she is beautiful, but she describes herself as
pretty. She is five three and one hundred forty-five pounds. So, as
you can tell she is a little plump. I have no idea what her
measurements are. Sally is very modest and does not talk about such
things. In fact, she has never even owned a bikini and always dresses
conservatively. I have never heard her say a curse word or make a
veiled sexual reference.
Sally was a virgin when we first had sex in college. We married three
years ago when we both graduated. We moved to the city then and have
had an enjoyable life togther ever since. Our sex life is probably
average, too. We make love once or twice a week. She seems to enjoy
it as I do. No booming cannons. No whistles or light shows. Just
two people enjoying each other. I know Sally had never shown any
interest in any guy but me. I know she loved me with all her heart.
I was very secure in her love and feelings for me. Maybe, I was so
secure I was cocky.
Then, Jack came to visit.
Jack had been a good friend of mine from high school and college,
although he dropped out our junior year and I had not seen him in a
while. He had just taken a job in our city and was in the process of
moving. I told him he could stay with us a few days until he found a
place of his own.
One other thing about Jack. He always had been a ladies man, although
I did not know what they saw in him. I would describe Jack as average
looks, although he was five eleven and weighed about two hundred
pounds. I know he spent all his free time at the gym, which did give
him a wonderful physique.
That first Friday night Jack stayed with us, I cooked hamburgers on
the barbeque. All three of us had a few beers. Actually, we had more
than a few and I had a buzz. After dinner, we all went inside to
watch television. A commercial came on with a couple of real sexy
models in bikinis.
"Look at that hot slut! I bet she would love to fuck me!" Jack said.
I was appalled. I do not think Sally had ever heard that word. I saw
her eyes get big and a little blush color her cheeks, but she said
nothing.
"Why would a beautiful model want you?" I asked, bantering with Jack.
"She would have no choice, Bobby. It is in her genes. Once she saw my
cock, she would spread her legs and beg like a dog." He laughed.
"Women cannot resist a man who has a big, hard cock and can fuck
forever. I have a huge cock. It is hard as a rock. And, Bobby, I
could fuck for a week without getting soft."
"I don't believe that."
"Believe it. They can't help themselves. It is just their nature.
Oh, some women may not be normal and don't want sex with a man, or any
sex at all. But, all healthy women want it. They want it so much
they will spread their legs anytime and anywhere."
"I know my wife loves my cock and nothing else," I snapped back.
"Right, honey?"
I could tell Sally was upset by the conversation because she was very
red faced and quivering. She had a funny look in her eyes when she
stood and said, "You guys are disgusting. I am going to bed."
We watched her walk away. It seemed to me she moved a little more
sexily than usual as she went up the stairs, but I thought it might
have been the beer.
Jack and I continued bantering back and forth. I just could not
believe him. I knew Sally would never be that way and I said it.
"Sally loves me, Jack. She would never be that way."
"It has nothing to do with love. A woman can be deeply in love with
one man. She can want to spend her life with him and bear his
children. But, when another man comes along, a man like me, she will
fuck him. I tell you, Bobby, it is bred in them and natures way.
They can't help it."
"No way!"
We continued bantering. Jack's self assuredness angered me. I became
more strident.
"I bet you are wrong, Jack," I snapped.
He looked at me long and hard before he spoke.
"I will bet you on this. But, Bobby, I am warning you: you will
lose!"
"No, I won't. What do you want to bet?"
"I bet I can fuck your wife before midnight. Loser buys a three-day
vacation in Jamaica for Sally and the winner."
"You can't fuck my wife!"
"If you are so damn sure, bet me!"
"All right. You have a bet."
The conversation sort of died. We watched a little more TV. As I sat
there, I became more incensed. And, I became aroused. The thought of
Jack fucking Sally made me hard as a rock. I looked up at the clock
an saw it was eleven forty.
"Well, bedtime," I said.
"Look, Bobby. Let's cancel the bet. I don't want to do anything to
come between Sally and you."
"No way! I am looking forward to Jamaica. In fact, why don't we up
the stakes?"
Jack's eyes were pin points.
"Don't do this, Bobby. Let's call it off."
"No. Let's up the stakes. How about a week in Jamaica, loser pays."
Jack looked at me a long time.
"If you want to increase the bet, let's make it a week in Jamaica and
the loser sucks the winner's cum from your wife's freshly fucked
pussy."
"You like the taste of cum, Jack?" I replied arrogantly.
"It's not bad at all," he said with a knowing grin.
I was shocked he knew how it tasted. I certainly did not. Sally and
I never had oral sex and I never had tasted a man's sperm, I promise
you that. But, I was full of beer and very sure of my wife.
"All right. You have a bet," I said.
"Are you sure, Bobby?" he asked very softly.
"Of course. I am looking forward to Jamaica," I said smugly.
When I got in the bedroom, I expected Sally to be asleep. But, when I
slipped in the bed beside her and kissed her, she wrapped her arms
around my neck and gave me a hard kiss.
"Let's make love," she whispered.
I was pleasantly surprised. Almost always, I am the one who initiates
our lovemaking. And, normally, it takes a while to get her hot.
Tonight, Sally was very wet as I slipped into her.
Sally's feet were on the bed and I was in her when I heard the bedroom
door open. I had to smile knowing Jack was going to lose. From the
corner of my eye, I could see Jack standing beside our bed.
Sally's movements ceased. She even stopped breathing. When I raised
up to look at her, she had a stunned expression, as if she had
suffered a blow to the head. Her eyes were huge, dilated and looking
at Jack's cock.
I looked at Jack's cock, too. I could see why she was stunned. I had
never seen a cock that big, not even in the one or two porno films I
saw in college before I met her. It was long and thick and hard with
a huge purple head.
Sally looked at me with a wild, needy expression. Her eyes flicked to
Jack again.
"Now or never!" he said.
Sally began to shake as her breathing quickened.
"I mean it, Sally. Now or never!"
"Move," she snapped, pushing me away.
"What?" I said, not believing my ears.
"Move off me! I am going to fuck Jack now!"
I was frozen! Not only had my wife said she was going to have sex
with another man, but she had said fuck, a word I did not even know
she knew.
"Get off me, Bobby!" she said emphatically, shoving me from her. I
rolled back on the bed beside her.
As she turned to look at him again, he rubbed his cock across her
cheek. Greedily, she opened her mouth and sucked him in. His cock was
so big, she had to stretch to get the head in her mouth. It took an
act of Congress for her to even kiss my cock.
When he pulled out of her mouth with a pop, she whimpered, "no,
please."
"What do you want, slut?" he said.
"Please, fuck me. I need it," she moaned.
"Tell me all about it, slut! Loud and clear or I walk away!"
She looked absolutely desperate.
"I need your huge cock! I want that monster in my pussy! Please,
Jack! Fuck me!"
I reached to stroke her pussy, trying to divert her. She slapped my
hand away. It was not a gentle slap and her face was angry.
"If I fuck you, what will you do for me?"
"Anything! Name it!"
"I want you to be my slut! I was you to be my sex slave!"
"Yes! Make me your slut! Your slave!"
Jack crawled between her legs.
"Grab your ankles. Pull your legs out and up, as wide as they will
go."
Like a slut, she spread as wide as she could. Her pussy was dripping
now, wetter than I had ever seen. Jack looked at me.
"Hold her pussy lips open and put my cock head between them," Jack
commanded.
Dazed, I sat without moving.
"Do it!" Sally yelled, giving me a nasty look.
I did it. I had never touched another man's cock before. I was
surprised how it felt, like a steel bar covered in velvet. When I put
Jack's cock head against her bloated pussy lips, she whimpered and
moved trying to get him into her.
"Now, slut, I am going to fuck you long and hard. Is that what you
want?"
"Yes. Yes! But, hurry. I need it!"
He slammed into her, making her cum on the first stroke.
The clock said 11:55.
Jack had won the bet.
Now, the clock said one.
Jack was pounding in and out of Sally and he had been doing it for an
hour and five minutes. She was still moaning, whimpering, her voice
hoarse and sexy sounding from her screaming. I was going to count her
orgasms but the second time she hit multiple orgasms, I quit trying.
The bed was soaked with her sweat and pussy juices. My cock was
raging from watching Jack fuck my wife.
Jack stopped. Without pulling out, he rolled them over so she was on
top. Sally was almost inert.
"Bobby! Fuck her ass!" he commanded.
I knew Sally would not like that. She cut me off for a month once when
I tried to get in there.
"She does not . . . "
"Do it, Bobby. Fuck my ass," she moaned.
"Bobby, don't cum. We are saving that for a special treat."
Quickly, I slammed my cock in her ass. I used no lubricant but the
pussy juices she had been dripping all evening made me slide in on a
sea of grease. She grunted a little when I entered her but her ass
quivered around my cock. I could feel Jack's monster cock on the
other side of her membranes moving slowly in her. Sally began cumming
again from her ass fucking. I did not even know women could do that.
When I felt I could not hold back any longer, I slipped out of her.
Jack rolled her over. Sally looked like she had run a marathon. She
was beet red, exhausted and covered in sweat.
"Suck your husband's cock, slut! Get him nice and clean and swallow
all of his jism when he cums!"
She nodded and fell on her knees by the bed. I was stunned again.
Sally never had allowed oral sex. But, tonight everything was
different. Everything. She started sucking greedily, her hand
between her legs playing with herself. It was only a few seconds when
I came. Sally slurped and gasped, choking some, but she swallowed
every bit.
"Now, suck mine! If you spill a drop, I will spank you until your ass
is cherry red then fuck your ass hole with my monster!"
Her eyes got big, and wide, slutty, grin crossed her face. Yes.
Slutty! I could not believe that word would ever apply to my wife.
But, it applied now. Slutty. Sally was fucking and sucking and
loving every minute of it, like a true slut.
She sucked him down, although his cock was so huge, she really only
got the head in her mouth. Her hands stoked the shaft as her mouth
sucked the head.
I saw his legs twitch and heard him moan. His huge balls jumped as he
starting shooting into my wife's mouth. She had swallowed once with
me. When he came, she swallowed four times.
But, she did not swallow all of him. She sat back with a slutty look
and opened her mouth. Cum dribbled down her chin. She was challenging
him.
Jack grabbed her, yanking her across his lap. He crossed her arms
behind her and held them at the base of her spine with one hand. He
started spanking her. The swats were hard and rhythmic. She began
crying, begging him to stop, on the fourth swat. She was sobbing from
the pain and moaning in sexual need by the ninth. I swear she came on
the eighteenth and again on the nineteenth. He gave her twenty.
Her ass was beautiful cherry red, just as Jack had promised. I must
admit it was terribly erotic to see my wife being spanked by Jack. I
had the biggest hard on I could remember. Then, he shoved her on the
floor.
"All fours and spread them!"
She quickly complied. She screamed like she was shot when he rammed
that monster up her ass hole. I realized then my fucking her ass was
Jack's way of getting her ready for him. Soon, she was orgasming
again. When Jack pulled out of her ass, I could hear it pop shut.
He jammed into her pussy doggy style. One of his arms was around her
waist holding her against him. The other was tangled in her hair,
pulling her head back.
"Fuck her face, Bobby," he said.
I needed no encouragement. I was so horny, I jammed my cock in
Sally's mouth.
"Go slow, Bobby," he said.
He stopped his movement in Sally. She ground her ass back against
him.
"Sally, swallow his cock. You can do it, slut! It is like swallowing
a piece of food. Go easy, Bobby. Give her time."
Sally's eyes were huge as she stared up at me. For a moment, she
looked frightened but the sexual need in her was so strong she closed
her eyes and tried to take me all the way down. Jack was controlling
the angle of her head. He moved his free hand to her throat so he
could feel where my cock was. Then, I felt her swallow and the tip of
my cock go down her throat.
"Tighten your throat muscles, Sally," Jack said softly.
I felt her throat tighten and relax. I could not stand it and I felt
my balls start pumping. Sally moved to dislodge my cock from her
throat. She swallowed every drop again as I came in her mouth. I
fell back, collapsing on the floor. Sally grinned at me as she licked
a dapple of cum from her lips. At the same time, she pushed back on
Jack's cock and rotated her hips.
"Now, I am going to cum in you, Sally," Jack said.
He was stroking her back with his hand.
"I want you to cum in my mouth again," she replied. Her voice was
low, hoarse, sexy. I wondered if she would ever sound the same.
"No. Bobby and I have one final part of our bet. Roll over and get
under her, Bobby."
I rolled over and slipped under my wife. My eyes were inches away
from her pussy and Jack's cock buried in her. Jack started moving in
and out slowly.
I had never experienced anything like it. I could smell the sex. I
could hear the light sucking noise as her pussy expanded and
contracted around his cock. I could see her lips so ripe and full.
His cock looked like a piston on the Titanic, a huge shaft moving
rhythmically back and forth.
His balls hung right above my head. I never could imagine in my
wildest dreams, that I would do what I did. If someone had suggested
I might do it, I would have fought them. But, I did it.
I lifted my head and gently licked his balls.
"Jesus Christ!" Jack exclaimed.
Immediately, his balls started jumping. I could feel their movement
on my tongue as he filled my wife's bloated pussy with his cum.
Jack was grunting and thrusting. I heard Sally plead with him to give
her his cum. Then, he collapsed on her. His cum started oozing out
from around his cock. I opened my mouth to catch the first drops as
they fell.
When he softened and fell out of her, his cock dropped to my lips. I
licked the tip, but then pushed it away. He pushed my wife's hips down
until her gaping slash covered my mouth. Gravity and her spasming
cunt muscles forced gobs of his cum into me. I ate it all.
When I was finished, Jack said, "Bobby, take the guest bedroom. Sally
and I will stay in here."
All night, I was kept awake by the sound of her begging him to fuck
her again. I beat off listening to Jack fuck my wife.
After awakening in the morning, I wandered down to the kitchen. Sally
was naked except for an apron. Jack was drinking coffee and reading
the paper.
When she saw me, she turned a beet red and looked away. Jack never
looked up when he said, "Greet your husband, slut."
Sally tentatively came to me. Her eyes were submissive and a little
sad. She kissed me warmly on the lips and asked me if I slept well.
Slept? I was awake all night listening to her beg to be fucked.
Normally I got cereal and a piece of fruit in the morning since Sally
does not really like to cook. She made bacon and eggs that morning.
We all were famished and ate an unbelievable amount.
Over breakfast, there was no conversation. When Sally looked at me,
she looked embarrassed. When she looked at Jack, she looked like a
starving dog looking at a T-bone.
After he finished cleaning his plate, Jack asked her.
"Do you have any sun dresses? How about sandles?"
I knew she did. In a moment of whimsy last summer, she had purchased
one which was as revealing as anything in her closet. She bought
sandles at the same time. The sun dress was cotton with a tight band
under her breasts. It came to mid thigh. She did not like that dress
and had only worn it once because she thought it was too revealing. I
thought she looked great in it. She described it to him.
"Great," he said. "Now, go shave your pussy and take a shower. I will
be back shortly."
Jack left. I thought we might talk but Sally did not want to. She
locked herself in the bathroom. I could hear the shower running. I
was amazed he told her to shave her pussy. When I suggested that
once, she did not speak to me for two days.
When Jack returned, he walked into our bedroom. I was sitting in a
chair. Like most women, she could not go to the grocery store without
a steamer trunk. Sally was already dressed in a nice pants suit and
was just starting to pack.
"Good God, woman. We aren't taking all that," he said sharply. "Now,
strip."
My wife quickly complied with his orders. When he told her to show us
her shaved snatch, she lay back on the bed and spread her legs. I
could not believe it. But, I do not know which amazed me the most,
her following his orders, her being so open, or her shaved pussy.
After he had checked to make sure the shave met his expectations, he
opened the sack he brought with him and removed two small multicolored
pieces of cloth.
"What is that?" I asked.
"Her bikini," he replied. "Got any scissors?"
Sally handed him her scissors. Carefully, Jack snipped out the white
inner lining of the bikini, leaving one transparent piece of cloth to
cover her. He tossed it to her and told her to put it on. It was a
thong bottom which tied on each side. Two little bows were all that
held it on. Sally did not even blush as she adjusted the tiny
material to cover her pussy. Her lower lips were readily visible
since the bikini was unlined. I could tell they were swelling and I
knew she was wanting to be fucked.
Jack threw the bikini top in the trash and ordered her to put on the
sun dress. I had forgotten how tight it was. He ordered her to put
on her sandles.
"Now, give me your lipstick and your birth control pills."
She surrendered them without a peep and he put them in his pocket.
Jack handed me an itinerary.
"Okay, Bobby. That itinerary is where we can be reached but don't
bother us unless it is an emergency. We are out of here."
"Is this all I am taking?" Sally asked in astonishment.
"Yes," he said with a grin as he pulled her out the door.
How strange everything was with Sally gone. Where she had gone made
it even more strange. Saturday and Sunday were lost days as I
wandered through the quiet house alone.
When I got home from work Monday, Federal Express had delivered a
package. It was a videotape with a note from Sally telling me she
loved me. I slipped the tape into the VCR.
At first, I thought it was a promotional video of Jamaica with
pictures of a lovely resort. Quickly, the tape rolled into a calypso
party. The lead singer was a tall, powerful looking black male
dressed only in a loin cloth. He had dancers performing behind him.
The lead dancer was a beautiful black woman with huge breasts and
strong legs who danced hypnotically while he sang. The tape went
dead for a moment.
Then, the scene was a bedroom. In it were Jack, Sally and the black
singer and dancer. They were all naked. Somehow my cock ended in my
hand as the four of them had an orgy. When the black man fucked my
wife, I came in my hand. I had always heard black men were bigger, but
this guy was only a little bigger than I am and not nearly as big as
Jack. But, the women were enjoying him a great deal.
I watched as Sally and the black woman sixty-nined and as the black
man fucked Sally's ass as Sally ate his girlfriend. I slept well that
night. I had come three times masturbating and I was exhausted.
On Wednesday another tape came and with it, a letter. The letter said
they were extending their vacation and not to worry. The tape was two
hours of an orgy, about ten or eleven couples, black and white, who
did everything possible to each other. Sally was having the most fun
of anyone.
Except for Jack. I think what surprised me the most about the tapes
was not Sally's unfettered sexuality but Jack's. He had sex with men
as well as women. I saw him get his butt fucked and do the same to
others.
They were gone fifteen days. I got several post cards but no more
tapes of their activities. I was beside myself. I knew I had lost
her forever and I did not think I could stand it.
I was almost sick with worry when I heard the car door slam that
Sunday evening. I ran to the door. They came in together but not
touching. I thought she might have some shame about leaving me like
that and the way she acted. She did not. But, she did have a very
loving and sweet expression on her face. Jack excused himself and
went upstairs as she and I stood in the entry hall.
"Hi, Bobby," she said very softly. "Can I have a hug? Or, do you hate
me?"
"No. I don't hate you. I love you," I said.
She grabbed me in a close, tight hug. My felt so good in my arms. I
had missed her so much.
"We need to talk," she told me, heading for the living room. As I
watched her walk, I noticed a gentle, relaxed, open sexy, swaying she
never had before.
"How do you like my hair?"
Her hair had been a mousy brown and shoulder length. Now, it was cut
in a pert, shorter style. And, it was a dark blonde from hours in
the sun.
"Looks great," I replied honestly.
"How about the rest of me."
She unzipped the sun dress she was wearing and it fell to the floor.
She was naked underneath. She was brown as a berry, without a bathing
suit line anywhere. Even her nipples were sun darkened. She looked
much thinner than I remembered her. I had never seen her look so
appealing.
"I lost twenty-one pounds in fifteen days," she said with a hearty
laugh. "It is a diet I am going to recommend to all my friends. One
piece of broiled fish and six pieces of fruit a day. But, the key is
every time you want something in your mouth, you suck a cock. You can
have all the cum you can swallow. And, exercise. They is no better
exercise than fucking. I did that a lot, too."
"I saw the videos."
For a second, she looked worried, but quickly her warm, sexy smile
returned.
"How did you like them?"
"Great." That was being honest. They were great.
"I have three more in the car. I wanted to see your face when you saw
them."
"Why?"
"Have you ever seen a woman getting fucked by a dog, or sucking off a
dog?"
"No."
"I did both at the same time. I want to see your face when you see me
fucking Fido."
Fucking a dog? I did not know what to say, so I said, "Well, I have
never seen you look better."
"Thank you, kind sir," she said, batting her eye lashes at me. "But, I
need to lose ten more pounds. I intend to get into perfect condition
using the same diet plan."
Suddenly, she looked frightened. A tear came to the corner of her
eye.
"Please, Bobby," she said in a small voice. "Would you take me to
bed?"
She held out her hand to me and led me to out bedroom. She took me
between her legs and I fucked my wife. She orgasmed like she never
had with me before and I came a bucket. I wondered where Jack was,
for it was he who last fucked her in this bed.
I cannot tell you how much better the sex with her was then it had
been. She was hot and eager, open and giving. She fell asleep in my
arms.
In the morning, Jack was gone when we awakened. He left a note saying
he would be back by dinner. Sally was dressed in her sun dress and
sandles again. She sat down at the breakfast table and took my hand
in hers. Her face was loving but very serious.
"Bobby, I love you with all my heart. You must believe that because it
is the truth which will be the foundation of our relationship. I want
to stay married to you the rest of my life and to have your children
when I am ready for children. But, I know now how I want my life to
be and that is very different from what you and I envisioned when we
married. So, after hearing what I have to say, if you want a divorce,
I was not contest it."
"I don't want a divorce. I want you."
"I don't want a divorce either, but I would rather have the lifestyle
I want and divorce you than stay with you as we were. Do you
understand?"
"Yes. I do."
"Bobby, I will fuck anybody else I want anytime, anywhere, any way I
please. Some nights I will spend all night with my lover, coming home
to you in the morning well fucked and covered in cum. I never want to
hear a peep of a complaint about it. In fact, it would be very nice
if we could talk about it so I could share my experiences with you. I
don't want to cut you out of such an important part of my life."
"How about me?"
"You can have anyone you want any time. We met some very nice
swingers in Jamaica who gave us the names of some local couples. I
think we should swing with them. That way we both get fucked."
"I had never thought about it."
"Well, think about it. I will try to introduce you to women you can
bed, but my primary emphasis is going to be keeping my cunt full of
strange cock."
She leaned over and kissed me. It was a hungry kiss. Her face told
me what I needed to know. She did very much want to stay with me.
"Bobby, I am having breast implant surgery today. I made the
appointment long distance from Jamaica. I will be 36D by tonight.
And, I have having a brad put in my tongue and a bar through my clit
hood."
"Why?"
"To improve the sex, silly."
Her nails dug into my arm and she got that serious, penetrating stare
again.
"I am going to be the biggest slut in town, Bobby. I want it and I am
going to do it. I want you to be my husband. If you are not going to
be happy and supportive of a slut wife, I want to know it now."
I was in shock, but I had been in shock ever since she pushed me out
of her for Jack. I was very turned on by her and her many lovers. I
was more excited watching the video of her at the orgy than I use to
get being in bed with her. And, when she said fucking a dog, my cock
came to attention.
I told her so. And, I told her I wanted to stay married to her.
"Oh, Bobby! I am so glad to hear it! I do love you!" she said, leaping
into my lap and kissing me as tears flowed down her cheeks.
The surgery went beautifully and she was home by dinner. I made her
chicken soup and fed her in bed, with Jack and I eating on TV trays to
be with her. She was very sore and off limits to any touching.
"I would like you to sleep somewhere else tonight, Bobby," she said.
"I hurt."
"Where? Jack is in the guest bedroom."
I saw the look passed from Sally to Jack.
"Why don't you sleep in there, too?" she asked very softly.
I had licked his balls as he fucked her that first night. I knew Jack
was bisexual from the videos. But, I was not yet ready, which is
what I said.
"I understand, Bobby. Let me know when you are," Jack said, his hand
on my shoulder in a brotherly way. He gave me a big, evil grin.
"And, Bobby, don't drink too much or I will take advantage of you."
Sally was out and about in no time. She bought an entirely new
wardrobe, most of which screamed "slut." Her new breasts and weight
loss made all of her clothing obsolete. As she said, she did not
spend a dime on bras and only a few dollars on panties.
That is when it hit me. Sally had lost her job from extended
absenteeism. We had spent all our savings on the Jamaica trip. We
used all the credit line on the Visa for the boob job and on the
MasterCard for clothes. We were dead broke and deep in debt.
"Oh, Bobby. Don't worry about it," she said as we lay in bed. "Just
come fuck me."
A week after her surgery, she dressed, primped and went to see her old
boss, Eric Devers. That night, I asked what happened as soon as I got
home.
"Remember that old bitch Margaret Simmons?"
"Yes, but what does that have to do with you?"
"Margaret was demoted and I have her job. You are talking to the new
assistant human resources manager. I start in the morning. Bobby, it
is almost three times the pay of my old job and has greater benefits."
I gave her a hug and a big grin.
"What do you have to do?"
"You know how proud Eric is of the employee incentive programs he has
installed? I gave him an incentive program based on how good a boss
he is. Minimum is a blow job and one fully clothed quickie a week.
He has the opportunity to earn extra sex. At best, he gets two stark
naked, wild, one hour, no holds bared, sessions a week."
"You are something, Sally."
"You remember that, baby. Now. Come let me suck your cock."
The End
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