WHORE-2.TXT (2/6) Please! I beg you! Don't read this nasty story if it means breaking the law. really. MY WIFE AS A WHORE PART II By -=(Dave Carlile)=- Needless to say, I was stunned. I couldn't believe I had watched my wife fuck a complete stranger and that I'd been so turned on by it. I sat down heavily on the couch to collect my thoughts. My new-found stripper friend, Starr sat beside me and put her arm around me. She told me she was sure it was the first time anything like that had happened with Kerry before; In fact, it was the first time Starr had seen or heard of any of the girls having sex with a customer. I gave her a wry grin and she laughed and said I didn't count. Starr let me use a phone to call my work to get the rest of the day off and showed me the fire exit so I could sneak out unseen. The fire exit led out to a terrace that went across the back of the second story and then down some stairs. While I was crossing the back of the building, I noticed all the windows I passed were covered on the inside with black paint, but one of them was opened about four inches and I could hear my wife's unmistakeable voice as I passed. I couldn't resist eaves-dropping. I lowered myself so the opening was at eye level and peered in. I was looking down on a crampt office that was walled with dark, cheap panneling. There was a cluttered desk with several overflowing ashtrays and a large, battered nagahyde couch was slung against the long wall. The walls were hung with velvet paintings of inexpertly rendered nude women. There was a middle aged, red complexioned, balding man with glasses and a thin, waxed mustache trimmed closely over his slender upper lip behind a desk who was sucking on a cigarette and he was motioning for Kerry to sit on the couch. She sat and crossed her legs. The man was talking to my wife about the tips she'd earned and that it was a shame she had to give up half. Kerry laughed nervously and said she didn't mind. The man told her it was her loss, but if she changed her mind, the offer was still open. All she would have to do, he explained, was let his friend take a few poloroids of her and she would get to keep all her tips for the day. As he was saying this, he spread a pile of money out on his desk. It appeared to be a sizeable sum. Kerry paused and the man saw his opportunity. He splashed some burbon in a couple of tumblers and handed her one. She took a gulp and asked the balding man who the friend was. My wife's boss smiled suddenly and sat on the couch next to her, circling her shoulders with his arm. He explained to her that his friend was a harmless collector of nude photographs and that he preferred amatuer shots to professional. He told her the man would just come in, ask her to pose, take the shots and leave. Her boss smiled warmly through nicotine stained teeth and told her to relax, that he would be there the whole time. Without pausing for an answer, My wife's boss walked to the door, opened it and summoned someone from the other side to come in. The man who came into the room was about the same age as Kerry's boss but blond, and less bald. He was built stockier and he was wearing a yellow polo shirt. Kerry's boss suggested the blond man have a seat on the couch so they could all have a drink before they started. He sat on the couch so my wife was in the middle and handed the other two tumblers full of what appeared to be pure burbon. I was somewhat dismayed to see Kerry gulp hers quickly. I assumed she was trying to build courage for the task ahead. The two men chatted for a while as Kerry sat between them an smiled at their comments. the blond man asked my wife if she was nervous and she admitted she was, a little; but she appeared relaxed to me. Soon all three were talking and laughing about someone I didn't know but who, apparently, they did. Kerry was acting as though she were on our couch at home, talking as she would to me or a friend. I noticed she had allowed her robe to fall open and I could see she was wearing a g-string made out of some white shimmery material and a white lace bra that pushed her breasts up and together. She didn't seem to notice but the two men did. They were staring openly at her tits as they talked, but her only response was to lean back on the plastic couch and let the robe fall open further and away from her breasts. Her nipples were dark circles beneath the white lace and they strained against the material. Kerry's boss got up off the couch, went to his desk and removed a polaroid camera from a drawer and handed it to the blond man. Her boss commanded her to take off her robe. she looked nervous and awkward as she stood and let the robe fall off her shoulders. The blond man, still seated on the couch, began to take pictures which he laid on the arm of the couch as the camera ejaculated them. The boss told my wife to do her strip routine, only shorter, and admonished her for being so shy. Kerry seemed to relax more as she began to strut back and forth in front of the couch, turning her body to show off to the camera. The blond man mumbled encouragements as picture after picture spilled out of the camera, and her boss leaned back in his desk chair and rubbed his penis through his slacks. Kerry unhooked her bra and let the straps fal=7Fl off her shoulders. Pouting sexily, she cupped her hands over her big tits and slowly slid the cups of her bra outward until the edges of her areolas were just visible to the two men. She let a nipple pop into sight and coyly tested it's erectness with a finger. The areola was raised from her milky breast in a mass of excited bumps that surrounded her jutting brown nipple. My wife took the rest of her bra off and she was strutting sexily with her g-string pushed low on her hips and the top of her closely trimmed bush peeking over the front panel when her boss told her to try a few shots lying on the couch. Kerry layed on the far end of the couch and posed sexily. She pushed her tits together and arched her back. she writhed around and finally slid her panties up to her knees as she brought her thighs up to her chest, exposing her pussy completely. My wife probed her puffy cunt and rubbed her fingers through the glistening folds as the stranger peered closely through the camera lens. She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely as the blond man took close ups of her erect clit and puckered asshole. He was mumbling hoarse instructions so her and guiding her with his hands to help her position herself. I noticed he was letting his hands linger on her ass or thighs a little longer each time he touched her. He took some shots of her on her hands and knees with her generous ass tilted upward and her puffy labia protruding backward. Still seated at the end of the couch, he placed his hand at the small of her back to position her and cupped his hand around the warm smooth skin of her her ass cheek with the other hand to show how he wanted her hips tilted. She didn't seem to mind the contact, she just smiled back at him sexily and wiggled her rump. I could see that he was becoming extremely erect; his pants were sticking out like a tent. I watched, as he removed his hand, he allowed it to brush gently and lingeringly against my wife's slick , protruding, cunt lips leaving a glistening streak of wetness on his hand. She just groaned sensuously and shivered. The blond man then turned her over on her back and, placing a hand at the inside of each knee, pushed her legs open wide. He kneeled over her and pushed her legs open as far as they would go, until her mons was higher than her knees and her clitoris and cunt lips protruded toward him, glistening with syrupy juice; she seemed very vulnerable. She played with her tits, pinching her brown nipples and pushing them together sexily, while the man snapped pictures of her. His erection was clearly visible in his pants and she was staring down between her tits at it as if considering. Meanwhile, Kerry's boss was intently watching the proceedings. He announced that he hoped nobody minded if he beat off, and without waiting for an answer, he unzipped his fly and began to stroke his boner. The blond man and my wife didn't seem to hear him. I couldn't help myself either and unbuttoned the top of my jeans in order to fit a hand in to stroke my trembling cock. The man said something to Kerry I couldn't hear. She began to slowly frig herself by drawing a finger through the moist folds of her cunt from the top to the bottom. She rolled her clit like a little red jelly-bean and moaned audibly. "Make yourself cum," said the blond man. Kerry redoubled her efforts. She slipped a finger into her soupy cunt and fucked herself quickly. She rubbed the skin over her clit with a single minded determination and quickly and deliberately made herself cum. She arched her back as she came and rubbed her clit violently, holding her breath behind clenched teeth untill her release came, then she sagged back on the couch, breathing heavily. Meanwhile the blond man had taken his cock out and he was kneeling over her with it in his hand. As her breathing subsided, she reguarded him silently. He reached out and stroked her thigh with his fingertips. He said something else I couldn't hear. She shook her head no. The man beagan to plead with her in hushed tones. Kerry shook her head again and heaved herself up off the couch and picked her robe up off the floor. "More pictures, then?" the man pleaded, and my wife paused again. The blond man fumbled in the back pocket of his slacks for a moment and produced a wad of bills out of his wallet. He handed it to my wife and she crammed it into the pocket of her robe and smiled warmly. Kerry leaned back against the desk, let the robe part to frame her nude body sexily. Her brown nipples poked out, stiff and erect, from her heavy breasts, and glistening wetness shone from behind the tangle of her closely trimed bush. "What kind of pictures do you want to take?" She whispered. He said something else I couldn't hear and my wife smiled. she swayed up to the man and, pushing his pants the rest of the way down, slowly lowered herself untill his stiff cock was pointing straight at her slightly open mouth. The man pointed the camera down and snapped a shot. Kerry slowly covered the end of his cock with her soft, wet mouth as he took pictures. Her boss was craning his neck to see and pounding his fist up and down his penis. The blond man seemed to suddenly notice my wife's boss. He said something to Kerry. She rose and walked over to her boss and bent at the hips and slid her mouth over his cock. The blond man took pictures. Still posing for the camera, she arched her back so puffy lips of her red, slick, cunt was visible from behind. The blond man reached over and slid his finger along her slit, parting her swolen labia, all the while holding the camera up to his eye and snapping pictures with the other hand. Kerry groaned and began sucking her bosse's prick more earnestly. The blond man took this as a 'go' and pushed his cock up to the entrance of her cunt. She seemed to pause for a second, then pushed her ass back against the man's hips. Soon, my wife was developing a rythm, slurping at her sleazy bosse's cock and pushing his friends cock into her wet cunt. "I knew you'd come around," Chuckled Kerry's boss. "Girls like you always put up a front, like your'e too good for this part of the job, but sooner or later, here you are, sucking my stick like the rest. My wife grunted a response and worked her slippery lips around his glans, corkscrew-like. "I can tell you like this," Continued the man. "It turns you on to be a whore like this, to fuck and suck while some bastard takes pictures." The blond man had momentarily forgotten about snapping photos, however, and was slamming his cock into Kerry's slick cunt as quickly and as hard as he could. After just a few more thrusts, he grunted and spurted his hot semen into her cunt. He let his cock slide from her pussy and wiped the cum from it by dragging it across her ass. Zipping up and scooping up the photos from the couch, he mumbled something and quickly exited. Kerry, meanwhile, had stopped sucking her bosses cock and stood bent over his lap, with a look on her face as though she suddenly realized what she was doing. She stood up and began to reach for her robe when her boss grabbed her wrist. "Hey, honey, where do you think your'e going?" He said, smiling. "Youv'e got a job to finish here." He pointed elaborately at his still erect cock. Kerry stared dumbly at his slobbery penis until the man lurched from his chair and pushed my wife's chest against his desk in a swift motion. Her breasts were mashed into the pile of papers and cigarette butts. "Guess you want me to drive for a while," Chucked her boss. "I've been meaning to get my cock in your cunt, anyways" Kerry's boss quickly slid his dick into her pussy and began to hump against her round ass. She seemed dazed, as though she couldn't believe what was happening. The man's as cheeks flexed as her drove his cock into Kerry and she submissively whimpered into the pile of papers. "I've got a few other friends I want you to meet, Kerry." Breathed man as he pumped. "You do a real good job of acting like you've never done this kind of thing before. That turns men on. You've gotta remember not to give it up too easily, but to be real sexy and slutty at the same time." Soon Kerry's boss was depositing his sticky load in her cunt as well and he pulled his slimy penis out and presented it to her as she turned around. "Time to clean me off, baby." He stated matter of factly. My wife didn't even pause. She dropped to her knees and began to use her big tongue to lick the semen from her bosse's limp cock until it was clean. He pulled up his pants and waited for her to slip on her robe. "Well, we'll see you tomorrow, Kerry. I'm glad we had this opportunity to further our business relationship." He smiled warmly and led her out his office door. -=(Dave Carlile)=-