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Gash for Cash: The Jan Miller Story
by Shooter3704 (shooter3704@yahoo.com)

***

Jan Miller becomes a working girl and finds she likes 
it. (MMF, wife, prost, intr, orgy)

***

From where I sat in my car I could see the building. I 
watched my wife and two men go into the building nearly 
an hour ago, but there had been no other activity. Why 
was I spying on my wife? Damned good question and the 
answer is complicated. My name is Jack Miller and my 
wife’s name is Jan.

It started about a month ago, I think. It was a series 
of little things that got my attention. Jan, my wife of 
eight years started acting funny. Coming home way late 
got to be the rule rather then the exception. Working 
weird hours. Acting preoccupied and withdrawn. Jan just 
seemed different.

Two years ago I opened my own investment business and 
Jan agreed that she should continue to work until the 
business was better established. It wasn’t unusual for 
Jan to travel with her job, but lately she seemed to be 
doing a lot more than normal. Until a few months ago 
she never had to travel on weekends, but that suddenly 
changed and she seemed to be worn-out when she got 
home. 

None of these thing by themselves were noteworthy, but 
then there was the strange calls. Jan has her own line 
with an answering machine and I never checked her 
machine. It wasn’t any of my business, I thought. One 
night I was looking for a ballpoint pen that worked and 
I went into her office to see if she had one. While I 
searched the phone rang and the machine picked up. A 
male voice said, "Jan be at 1239 East Street, Friday 
night at seven o’clock." 

The caller hung up. I thought that was a weird call and 
I hit the rewind to listen again. The call that I had 
just heard was the third call on the tape or whatever 
is in the machine. The first call, the same voice as 
best I could tell, said," Doghouse at seven." The 
second message said, "Evan’s at eight, dress down." I 
had no way to tell how long the messages had been on 
the machine.

I left Jan’s office highly perplexed, but finally 
decided that it was business calls and put them out of 
my mind. I wouldn’t have given it any more thought if I 
hadn’t accidentally picked up a throw-away magazine 
that advertised the strip joints and video arcades and 
that type of adult businesses. 

The ad for the Doghouse caught my eye. The Doghouse 
apparently was a tittie bar on the east side of town. I 
recalled the message on Jan’s answering machine that 
mentioned "doghouse." I remember laughing at myself. 
What was I thinking? What would Jan be doing at a 
tittie bar?

Jan isn’t certainly isn’t a prude. In fact she is very 
inventive in our bedroom. I guess we have tried 
everything a man and a woman can do, at one time or 
another. Jan and I married right out of high school. We 
took turns going to college over the next six years. 
Jan was a knockout in high school. She works out a 
couple time a week and looks better now then she ever 
did. Jan fills out her 36C bra very nicely and while a 
bit on the petit side, has a killer body. 

During the next few weeks I begun to harbor suspicions. 
I tried to put them out of my mind, but it was 
hopeless. The thoughts were there and I couldn’t ignore 
them.

I started checking up on Jan. On Tuesday of last week 
when she announced that she had to go out of town 
overnight, I followed her. My sweet little wife did not 
go out of town. She went to a motel at the outskirts of 
town and checked in. It hit me like a sledgehammer. My 
wife was cheating on me!

The next evening when she got home I gave her several 
opportunities to confess and tell me what was going on, 
to no avail. I followed her on Friday night and she 
went to that tittie bar, the Doghouse. I waited outside 
and she came out after about half an hour. She was with 
a black man and they walked down the street to the 
corner and caught a cab. I followed them to the Midtown 
Hotel where they went in and disappeared. I was sick to 
my stomach and frankly, I didn’t know what to do.

Now it was Saturday night and I sat in my car watching 
the building where Jan and the two men were. I was so 
mad and hurt I wasn’t thinking straight. I knew I 
wasn’t, but I really didn’t care anymore. I put the car 
in gear and drove toward the building. Somebody was 
going to get hurt tonight.

CHAPTER TWO

It was a concrete block building that had been a gas 
station at some point in the past. The pump island was 
still there but the garage doors had been blocked up 
and the large windows were now small residential type 
windows. I parked next door at a closed dry cleaner, 
got my pistol out of the glove box, and made my way on 
foot to the back of the place. Lights were showing from 
the back windows and I silently crept to one and peered 
in. The window was open a couple of inches. 

I guess I should have been prepared for what I saw, but 
I wasn’t. It shocked me to my very core. Jan was on her 
hands and knees on a low table and a fat white guy was 
pounding her from behind. She was holding on to the 
edge of the table because the fat slob was slamming 
into her hard, causing her tits to swing back and 
forward. I looked around the room and saw another man. 
He was a black guy and sitting in a chair stroking his 
cock as he watched the fat guy fuck my wife.

"Hurry up, man," the black guy said. "I want to fuck 
the bitch at least one more time before Dog gets here."

"Keep your shirt on," the white guy said huffing and 
puffing. "Oh yeah you ain’t got a shirt on do you? Hey 
you hog, you done fucked her twice. Give me a break."

"Yeah, but I want to pop her ass before we have to go. 
Dog said he was coming at eleven and it nearly that 
now, so get to fuckin’."

"Maybe this cunt don’t want that black dick in her 
ass," the white guy said. He had slowed his action 
down, but was still hammering Jan hard.

"Don’t matter what she wants," the black dude said. 
"Dog told her to let us fuck her and she ain’t got no 
say in it. Do you whore?" Jan didn’t answer him, but 
shook her head in the negative. "You want my cock in 
your ass don’t you?

Jan didn’t answer him and the white guy reached around 
her and grabbed both nipples and pulled them in the 
opposite direction, causing Jan to yell out in pain. 
"Answer the man, cunt," he said grinning. "The man 
wants to know if you want his cock in your ass."

"Yes," Jan said. "That’s fine."

"What’s fine?" white guy said. "Tell the man what he 
wants to know."

"I want his cock in my ass," Jan said raising her 
voice. She was flushed and I could tell she was nearing 
an orgasm. I could always tell when she was about to 
come.

The fat guy pulled his cock out of my wife. Jan gasped 
as he did. He pulled her off of the table and lay back 
on it. "Get on, honey," he told Jan. "Ride the pony. Me 
and Abe is going to double up on you. How about me in 
your cunt and Abe in your ass? You like that?"

"Yes," Jan said climbing up over the man. "Give me both 
cocks."

The black man, Abe I assumed, came over behind them and 
waited until Jan had gotten the fat guy’s dick in her 
before he shoved his cock into her ass. Jan squealed 
and for a moment I was tempted to open the window the 
rest of the way and shoot both of the fuckers. I was 
actually reaching for the window when I realized that 
it was not a squeal of pain, but one of pleasure. Now I 
didn’t know who I wanted to kill.

"God, she’s tight!" the black guy said. "Dog has some 
prime pussy here."

"Yeah man," the fat guy said huffing and puffing, 
"Fuckin’ cunt is going to kill me."

"What a way to go, huh?" the black man said. "You like 
this, Jan?"

"God yes," my wife yelled out, "Keep fucking me, damn 
you!"

"Hell, cunt," Abe said laughing, "This is just a warm 
up for Dog. He’ll be along later to fuck you. Wouldn’t 
be surprised if he don’t bring a couple buddies to hose 
you too. What do you think about that? You like Dog’s 
big fat cock?"

"I love it!" Jan screeched. She was having what she 
called a jumbo orgasm. I slid down below the window and 
didn’t know if I wanted to puke or cry…or both. My wife 
was a whore and she obviously was enjoying it.

CHAPTER THREE

Later that night I made my way home and slumped down on 
the couch in the den. I picked up a bottle of whiskey 
on the way and took a healthy slug of it. I had watched 
as the two men, Abe and the fat guy fucked my wife and 
when they finished with her Jan disappeared into 
another room. 

A light came on through a small window further down and 
I assumed it was a bathroom. I crouched down beneath 
the window and waited. My instincts telling me to get 
the fuck out of there, and not to watch any more of my 
wife’s depravity, but I couldn’t leave.

It was a little while later that I heard a loud booming 
voice say, "Where my pretty pussy?"

I raised up and peeked in. Standing just inside the 
doorway was a large black man. He was very large, 
standing nearly seven feet tall and weighing nearly 
three hundred pounds. Not much looked to be fat. He was 
completely bald, his head shining in the light.

"She’s in the shower, Dog," Abe told the man. "Me and 
Duck has been fucking her hard for a couple of hours. 
We doubled up on her and she loved it." He and the man 
he called Dog, high fived.

"That’s good," Dog said with a rumbling laugh. "Too 
much fuckin’ ain’t no where enough for that little gal. 
Who got her ass?"

"I did," Abe said. "Nearly took the skin off of my 
cock. She’s tight, man."

"Yeah," Dog said, "Did I ever tell you boys about the 
first time I fucked her? Bitch passed out two or three 
times while I dicked her. She started out cryin’ and 
screamin’ for me to stop, but in just a few minutes she 
was cryin’ and screamin’ for me not to stop. Got to 
love a true slut, don’t ya?" He raise his voice, "Jan 
get your pretty ass out here and give me some sugar and 
some head. Your Daddy’s here for some lovin."

"Did you bring me something?" I heard Jan’s voice ask.

"I sure did," Dog said, laughing. "I brought you nine 
inches of hard cock and a quart of come. Get your ass 
out here and help yourself."

I watched in dismay as Jan came out of the bathroom. 
Naked and glowing pink from a hot shower. "Goody," she 
said running and leaping into the giant’s arms. They 
smooched for a long time.

"You boys can go on back to work now," Dog told Abe and 
Duck. "You’ve had all the pussy you going to get from 
this whore tonight. I got a couple friends that will 
finish fucking her after I get through pounding her 
gash."

It didn’t take Dog long to shed his clothes after the 
other two had departed. The big man picked my wife up 
and carried her to a king-size bed that I hadn’t 
noticed before. It was over against the far wall and I 
had to relocate some to see it. The big man carried her 
and threw her down on the bed hard enough to cause her 
to bounce. Jan was still laughing and giggling when he 
crammed his big cock into her. That immediately stopped 
her laughter.

The way they were laying I could see between their legs 
and I could see, even in the shadows, his giant cock 
piston in and out of her. Jan was apparently wet 
because he had no trouble getting into her or with 
fucking her. When he withdrew it looked like her pussy 
was being turned inside out. 

Jan screamed out in delight several times while he 
fucked her. I wanted to run and keep on running, but I 
couldn’t make my legs move me away from the carnal, 
animalistic scene. My wife was being mercilessly fucked 
over and over again. It took over an hour for the big 
man to stop the pounding of my tiny wife.

When he rolled off of her Jan raised up and went down 
on his cock. From where I was watching his cock didn’t 
seem to be completely soft. Jan sucked and worshiped 
his cock and when it was back to full hardness again, 
she mounted him.

"Oh God, Daddy," she said, "I love your cock in me. I 
feel so full." She began to rise and fall on the black 
pole. She fucked him for about ten minutes, having 
several more orgasms while she did.

"Turn around and get my cock in your ass," Dog 
demanded. "I want some of that ass that had ol..." Abe 
so shook up over.

Jan got off of the man and got a tube of lube out of a 
night stand drawer. Apparently this wasn’t her first 
time here. She coated his cock with the lube and while 
raised over the man, guided his big cock to her 
puckered hole. As she eased down onto his glistening 
dick she made little cooing sounds. 

"Oh shit," Jan said with a grunt. "Oh my God, Daddy! 
Ohhh, that feels so fucking good."

I was amazed at her words. Shit and fuck were words she 
never used. Something had changed my Jan so much.

She rode the man's cock for a while in that reversed 
position and then she suddenly got off and got back on 
facing him. "Now fuck me hard, Daddy," she said loudly. 
"give it to me. Come in my ass!" Dog did as she 
commanded bouncing her high as he did.

I don’t know how long I watched them. A couple of hours 
I guess. I was just about to leave when two other men 
showed up. One was black, like Dog and the other was a 
white man. Dog graciously gave my wife to them and they 
fucked her. One at a time then two at a time. 

My wife seemed to like it all. Dog watched and offered 
suggestions to the men who fucked my Jan. Once he put 
his foot on the white man’s ass and shoved him further 
into Jan, causing her to scream with delight. They all 
laughed at that. They were still fucking her when I 
managed to drag myself away from the place.

CHAPTER FOUR

Now I was sitting alone in my den, heartsick and drunk. 
I was trying to think and plan what I was going to do 
but I was in no condition to think about anything. I’m 
not sure exactly when I passed out.

The next day, Sunday, was a lost day in my life. I woke 
up in the middle of the afternoon, still sitting on the 
couch in the den. I managed to get up and get to the 
shower. 

As the hot water splashed on me I kept having vision of 
the debauchery I witnessed the night before. I couldn’t 
get it out of my mind.

Later I was still hurting from the whiskey I had drank 
so I got a beer out of the frig and sat on the back 
porch. The beer helped so I had some more. I was still 
sitting on the porch when I heard Jan come home. I 
heard her rummaging around inside for a while and then 
she came out where I was.

"Hi honey," Jan said giving me a quick peck on the 
lips, "I’m home."

"So I see," I said, "Did you have a good trip?"

"So so," she said, "the usual, I guess."

"I guess you’re tired, huh?" I said. I was aware that 
the beer I had consumed was making my tough thick and 
my words were slurred.

"Yeah," she said. "A little. I see you spent the day 
drinking beer." There was a pile of empty cans around 
my chair. Jan sat down in a chair beside me.

"So," I said, "want to tell me about it?"

"What? The trip?" Jan said, yawning and stretching. 
"Boring stuff."

"No, not about the trip," I said. I turned so that I 
could see her face. "Tell me about Dog. Tell me all 
about Daddy." Her expression couldn’t have been more 
shocked if I had slapped her. She turned ghostly white 
then red and ducked her head. "Come on Jan," I said, "I 
want to hear about the Doghouse and about Duck and Abe, 
also. I don’t know who the others are or I would ask 
you to tell me about them, too. I just know it’s going 
to be a great story." 

I was amazed at how calm I sounded, especially since my 
inside was churning. Jan didn’t say anything for a long 
time. She just sat looking at the floor. After a few 
minutes of silence I blurted out, "Dammit Jan talk to 
me. What the fuck happened to you... to us?"

Jan got to her feet and started for the door. "Later, 
Jack" she said. "I don’t want to talk about it right 
now. We’ll talk when you are in a better frame of mind. 
I’m going to bed now."

Better frame of mind? Was she kidding? What fucking 
frame of mind does one have to be in to discuss their 
wife being a whore for black men?

I managed to get to bed about two hours and another six 
pack later. Jan was asleep or pretended to be and I was 
careful not to wake her.

Monday morning I got up and got dressed without waking 
her and I left for work. Monday evening we were coldly 
polite with each other, but her conduct and her 
activities were not brought up. I think maybe I was 
afraid to discuss it by then. I suspected there were 
some things that I didn’t want to know. I wanted to 
know, but I didn’t want to know. I know it doesn’t make 
a lot of sense.

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, and Wednesday started 
out the same way. It changed when I got home. Jan was 
waiting on me when I walked in the door.

"Jack, honey, we have to talk," she said. "Come on in 
the den and sit down, please."

I followed her to the den and took a seat in the 
lounger. "Okay," I said, "Talk."

"I’m sorry," she said. "I’m sorry you found out the way 
you did. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you 
for a couple of months, but I couldn’t find a way. How 
did you find out?"

"I’m not as stupid as you seem to think I am," I 
snapped. "I followed you a couple of times. Not all 
that complicated to figure out."

"I see," she said. "So now you know that I’ve been 
cheating on you. What now? Do you want a divorce? 
What?"

"I don’t know," I said. "I guess I want to know what 
happened to us? What did I do wrong?"

"Jack," Jan said softly. "You didn’t do anything wrong. 
At least not intentionally. We got over our head last 
year. We got behind on the house payment, the car 
payments…just about everything. You remember when you 
reinvested your pay back into your business for three 
or four months? It was then that things got real bad. 
Anyway I wasn’t making enough to cover the things we 
needed to pay. I happened to mention it to a girl I 
work with. Her name is Missy Ryan and she told me that 
she worked a couple of nights a week as an escort. 

I know what you’re thinking. I did too, but Missy 
explained that it wasn’t a sex for hire company. It was 
a bona fide escort service. No sex. I tried it and she 
had told me the truth. I went out with several men over 
the next few weeks and I made some good money. 
Everything was going okay until a few weeks before 
Christmas. I went to a party with an old geezer and I 
guess I wasn’t much company for him. He asked me what 
was troubling me. 

I had had a lot to drink so I told him I didn’t have 
enough money to by you a nice Christmas present. He 
listened to me and told me he knew a way for me to make 
some real big money. He told me that if I wanted to do 
some call-girl work he could fix it up for me. He gave 
me his business card. 

I laughed, but I kept his card. He told me that I could 
make a quick two hundred by giving him a hand job. The 
bottom line was I gave him a blowjob for five hundred 
bucks. I blew him in the back of the limo on the way 
home. His name is Matthew Hollis. I don’t have any 
excuse except that I was drunk and broke and Christmas 
was right around the corner."

"So that’s how you were able to buy me that digital 
camera?" I said. "Hell, Jan, a blowjob in the back of a 
limo is a long leap from what I saw Saturday night."

"I need a drink," Jan said getting up and going to the 
bar in the corner. "yeah, you are right. It is a big 
leap from that to where I am now. Are you sure you want 
to hear this sordid tale?"

"I have to know," I said. "Get me a drink, too."

"Anyway after that distasteful episode I swore to 
myself I would never do anything like it again," she 
said and handed me a drink and sat back down. "I even 
stopped the escort business, but it didn’t last. We got 
right back into debt again this time even deeper. I 
knew that even with some really good tips I couldn’t 
make enough to bail us out this time. That was just 
after the first of the year when the engine blew up in 
your car and the furnace quit working." 

"I asked around and somebody told me where I could 
borrow some money. I had already tried the banks and 
the finance companies. I suppose I gave them a good 
laugh. I found this hole in the wall place downtown and 
applied for a loan. I told them I needed ten thousand 
and they didn’t even bat an eye. 

I had the money in less than ten minutes. I signed the 
papers and nearly ran out of the place. It was the 
easiest loan I ever heard of. I guess that should have 
told me something and I should have read the papers I 
signed. When I figured it out I realized that I was 
paying a thousand percent per week. I nearly died when 
I realized what I had done."

"Why didn’t you tell me," I said. "I didn’t have any 
idea we were that bad off."

"You had enough trouble," Jan said with a wave of her 
hand. "I couldn’t bring myself to give you anymore."

"But…well never mind. What happened then?" I asked.

"I found the card the Mister Hollis gave me. He an 
insurance man, and he has a big office downtown. He has 
a bunch of people working for him. I guess he’s a 
millionaire or something. Anyway I called him and told 
him who I was and that I’d like to talk about his 
proposal for extra work. He laughed and told me to come 
see him at his office after I got off from work. He’s a 
nice old guy and when I got there his staff had almost 
gone for the day. We went to his office on the top 
floor of the building."

"Dear Jan," he said, "I made a few calls and I think I 
have something for you." He sat me down and got me a 
drink. He sat down beside me on the couch. "Tell me 
more about this loan trouble you have gotten into." I 
told him about the loan I had made. When I finished he 
was shaking his head, "This is more serious than I 
thought. I’ll have to rethink this a bit."

"I need something soon," I told him. "I have a payment 
tomorrow and I don’t have enough." I was crying and he 
patted me on the thigh.

"Now don’t get yourself worked up," he said. "I’m sure 
we can workout something. The short term isn’t the 
problem. We need someone with some clout to get the 
loan shark off your back for good." He slowly rubbed my 
thigh. It dawned on me right at that very moment how he 
was going to work out my next loan payment. 

"Oh well," Mister Hollis said, "I’ll think of something 
when I’m more relaxed. Do you want to help me relax, 
Jan?"

Jan had her head leaned back on the sofa, her eyes 
closed. I waited for her to continue.

"So I became a whore," she said as a matter of fact. 
"Mister Hollis laid it on the line for me. I stood up 
and took off my sweater and skirt. I was wearing that 
black thong and black bra with the gold flowers on it. 
You know, the one you bought. It sure made Hollis sit 
up and take notice. 

I slowly took off the bra and let it fall to the floor. 
I slowly turned around so that my back was to him and 
ever so slowly slid the thong down. I looked back over 
my shoulder at Mister Hollis. I thought he was going to 
have a heart attack right there. I’ll have to say this 
for him. He’s a randy old goat. He took me right there 
on his couch."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked her.

"Yes and no," Jan answered after thinking about it for 
a while. "I didn’t come right then, but I enjoyed the 
absolute power I had over him for that short period of 
time. He was randy, but he didn’t last very long. At 
least not that time. When he got off, he had me sit on 
the couch and masturbate while he sat at his desk and 
made some calls. 

That felt strange to me, but after a while I managed to 
get myself off. Hollis like it when I came. It 
apparently recharged his battery and he took me again. 
This time he lasted long enough so that I had a small 
orgasm." She paused and looked at me, "Honey, are you 
sure you want to hear this?"

I assured her that it was necessary for me to know so 
that I could understand. That was the truth, but for 
some perverse reason it excited me to hear her tell it.

"Mister Hollis gave me the cash to make the vig, as 
they call it, and a slip of paper with a name, phone 
number, and an address on it. I didn’t call the number 
on the paper the next day, but by the following day the 
desperation was back. I called and made an appointment 
to meet with a man named Dog at the Doghouse. I guess 
you know it’s a strip joint downtown." 

Jan got to her feet, "I’ll fix dinner," she said. "If I 
sit here drinking, I’ll get hammered and I damned sure 
don’t need that right now. Come on into the kitchen and 
I’ll tell you some more of my stupidly."

CHAPTER FIVE

I followed her to the kitchen and she got busy putting 
together our dinner. She talked while she worked.

"I don’t remember what excuse I gave you for working 
late," Jan said, "but I went to the Doghouse after I 
got off work. I ask where I could find Mister Dog and 
the bartender laughed and told me to have a seat and he 
would tell Dog I was there. I waited for a few minutes 
when all of a sudden this giant was standing by my 
table."

"Hi Jan," he said to me, "Welcome to the Doghouse. I’m 
Dog. Come on back to my office." He took my hand and 
led me back through the crowed room to a back office.

"So tell me your story," he said motioning me to sit 
down in the chair in front of his desk.

"I told him what I had gotten myself into. He listened 
until I finished. I could almost feel him staring at me 
as I spoke."

"I know your lender," he said slowly. "I can fix it 
but…" he let the but hang there for a long time.

"But what?" I asked.

"It’s going to cost me ten grand plus interest to get 
you clear. What’s in it for me?"

"I’ll pay you back," I said hurriedly, "Every penny of 
it."

"Yes you will," he said with a smile, "That goes 
without saying, but how do you propose to do that? 
Hollings can fix you up some, but that will be only 
chump change. How are you going to pay me back in a 
timely manner? You’ll have a fifteen grand debt and 
even with a legal amount of interest you’ll never get 
it done. So I ask you again, How are you going to pay 
me back?"

"I don’t know," I said. I was crying. It was looking 
like my out was not going to work.

"Are you open to suggestion?" Dog asked me. I assured 
him I was open to suggestion. "Okay then," Dog said 
leaning back in his chair. "Have you ever been fucked 
by a black man?" I told him I had not. "Then you are in 
for a treat. Okay, I propose that you come to work for 
me. You’ll be my own personal whore for six months and 
I’ll wash your debt off the books."

"Even thought I had made up my mind that I would have 
to prostitute myself I was still shocked at his words. 
I guess my mouth dropped open because Dog laughed at 
me."

"What’s the matter, Sugar Tits?" he said, still 
grinning. "You’ll never make enough free-lancing as a 
call girl. You don’t have the time to get yourself 
organized. You got a loan shark that will beat all the 
pretty off your face or break both of your pretty legs 
if you don’t pay up on time. You can’t buy time by 
flashing your tits or giving him a piece of your ass. 
He’s a flaming queer and it won’t work. I’m offering 
you the best deal you’ll get. Six months and you’re 
home free."

Jan sat the warmed up left-overs down in front of me. I 
didn’t have the heart to tell her that I didn’t have 
any appetite right then.

"So I guess you took the deal?" I said pushing some 
food around my plate. "Did you sigh a contract?"

Jan smiled and shook her head, "No there were no papers 
signed. Dog told be how it was going to work and I 
agreed. He told me that I was to make myself available 
to him or whoever he said, anytime he called. He laid 
it right on the line."

"You fuck whoever and whenever I say," Dog said. "I 
know you got a hubby and another job so I’ll keep that 
in mind, but the deal is off the first time you balk. 
Do you understand?" I told him I understood "Good," he 
said. "Get your ass over here and suck my cock."

"I got up and went over to where Dog sat. My legs felt 
like rubber. I undid his belt and unzipped his pants 
and when his cock came into my view I nearly fainted. 
It was bigger then anything I had ever seen, even in 
the porno videos you brought in. I finally got the hang 
of sucking that big thing and Dog leaned down and said 
for me to swallow his sperm. 

When he came I choked and most of his come dribbled 
down my chin. I thought he would get mad at me, but he 
just laughed and said I had tried and that’s what 
counted. 

Dog got up and stuffed that black hose back in his 
pants, "Come one, Jan," he said. "It time for your 
first black fucking, but I want to do it where we can’t 
get interrupted."

Dog led me out of the Doghouse, loudly telling 
everybody he saw that he was going to take me out and 
...his words, "fuck the shit out of me". I wanted to 
die of embarrassment. I thought we never would get out 
of that place. Dog has several places around town, but 
that night he took me to the place out on Greenville 
Highway, he calls his snake ranch."

"Yeah I know where it is," I interrupted. "That’s where 
I saw you Saturday night."

"Oh, right," Jan said. "Well that’s where he took me 
that night." She paused and looked at my plate. "No 
appetite, huh? Let’s go to the bedroom. I’m worn out 
and I can tell this story laying down just as well. 
Grab a bottle of wine and a couple of glasses and I’ll 
jump in the shower."

CHAPTER SIX

"So he took you to his snake ranch," I prompted after 
Jan got out of the shower and had gotten on the bed 
beside me. She put on a red nightgown. "What happened 
then?" Jan didn’t answer right away. She lay with her 
eyes closed. I poked her with my elbow. "Well I’m 
waiting."

"He fuck the shit out of me," Jan stated. "Just like he 
bragged he would do." She rolled over and looked at me. 
"Jack, I know we have an active sex life. I’ve always 
thought it was good and it is, but this was different. 
You and I make love; Dog fucked me. It was pure, 
unadulterated animal sex. I beg you not to think I’m 
making an unfavorable comparison to you when I tell you 
this story. It’s simply the difference in lust and 
love. 

"When we got to the building, Dog took a seat and 
ordered me to do a strip. I did as he said and when I 
was down to just my panties he stood up and told me to 
take his clothes off. Standing beside him I realized 
just how big he is. The top of my head just barely 
reached his chest. He’s massive, but strangely quite 
gently most of the time. That’s more than I can say for 
some of his friends. Anyway, there we were, Dog with an 
erection and me nearly nude. 

"I had already determined there was no turning back so 
I decided to make it work as well as I could. I took 
his penis, which, by the way, he insists I call a cock, 
in my hand and stroked it a few times. It didn’t get 
much larger, but boy did it ever get harder. You have 
to understand that I had never seen any other cocks but 
two, and a few in pictures and some videos. I had never 
in my life ever touched one except yours and Mister 
Hollis. This was all new territory for me. I was 
excited and frighten at the same time. I honestly 
didn’t think he could get his big cock in me."

"Is his cock the biggest you have to deal with 
since…since…what? Your new career?" I asked. I was 
mystified at how I felt about her revelation. I felt 
some guilt and remorse that I had been so wrapped up in 
my business problems that I didn’t see our personal 
problems. I also felt turned on as she told the story. 
It was almost like she was reading some erotic story to 
me, as she had done several times.

Jan shook her head, "No, not the largest, but by far 
the best. Dog works hard to make sure that I have a 
good time. He wants me to come as much as possible. I 
guess he does it to any woman he has sex with. Over 
time I came to realize that Dog is an educated man, a 
good businessman, he has compassion for others, and 
he’s a fucking machine. 

"I think he took some Far East training or something 
like that. He can go for a long time with out a climax 
and it amazing how fast he can recover and go again. If 
I live to be a hundred I’ll never forget that first 
time. He went down on me for a long time. He had me 
flying high before he ever attempted to screw me."

"Dog was so hard, I think he could have stuck his cock 
through a cardboard box. I was so turned on that I did 
everything possible to help him get it in. I pulled my 
legs back as far as I could and as wide as I could. I 
thought he was never going to get it in. I told him to 
stop, but he kept on trying. 

"When he finally got his cock in me I had a orgasm 
immediately and another within a few seconds. Like I 
said Dog is a gentle lover, if lover’s the right word. 
He didn’t move much until I told him it was all right. 
He pumped in and out of me a couple of times and I came 
again and I think I may have passed out for a moment. 
Over the next hour I had a hundred orgasms. I didn’t 
count, but I know it had to be at least that many. In 
the old days they would have said I swooned, but I 
guess the truth is he fucked me until he knocked me 
out…twice."

I poured us some more wine. Jan took a sip and looked 
at me. "I’m sorry Jack. I know this is terrible for you 
to hear. I know if you were telling me about you having 
sex with some woman it would tear me up. Are you sure 
you want to hear this?"

"Yes," I said. "I’m sure. Go on."

"Dog kept me there until nearly midnight," Jan said. 
"Most of the time we fucked, but we did talk also. He 
explained what my duties would be. The idea of having 
sex with strangers was still foreign to me. I had a lot 
of trouble getting used to that idea. Of course Mister 
Hollis was a stranger and so was Dog at first, but 
somehow it seemed different."

"Over the next couple of weeks Dog fucked me nearly 
every day. Sometimes it was when I was on a lunch break 
or when I was "working late". Once I met him early in 
the morning before I went to work. You have to believe 
me when I tell you I hated lieing to you, but I didn’t 
know what else to do. I didn’t have to be "the whore" 
until the third week, I think it was. It was the 
weekend I had to go to Lancaster in early May. Dog 
called me at work and told me to meet him at the 
Doghouse Friday night. I got there about seven 
o’clock."

"Tonight will a simple suck and fuck get-together," Dog 
told me. "You’ll go to the hotel and meet Mister White 
in room 4112. He’s already paid so all you have to do 
is get him off a couple of times and come back here. 
You can keep the tip if there is one. Mister White 
isn’t his real name, but don’t pry. Sucky-sucky, fucky-
fucky and right back here. Any questions?" He handed me 
some condoms.

"I didn’t know enough to ask questions," Jan said to 
me. "I went to the hotel and by the time I got to the 
room I was a nervous wreck. I almost backed out and I 
guess I would have except I thought of what would 
happen if I did. Fear of that queer loan shark made me 
knock on the door."

"Mister White was a nice older man. He was almost as 
nervous as I was. It didn’t take but a couple of 
minutes until I realized I was in charge. I settled 
down and soon I sucked him some and he got on me and 
banged away for about two minutes. I took him to the 
shower with me. After about thirty minutes of fooling 
around he was ready to go again. He took a little 
longer that time. Sex with Mister White wasn’t great 
but it was all right. 

"He made me come once. It wasn’t a biggie, but it was 
nice. I cleaned up and left the hotel. I was there for 
nearly an hour and a half and he tipped me two hundred 
bucks. He told me that he was coming back in a couple 
of week and he wanted to see me again. I told him to 
contact Dog. I’ve fucked him three or four time since 
then."

"I got back to the Doghouse about ten o’clock. Dog 
wanted to know how it went. I told him it had gone 
fine. He was in his office with a couple of guys. Abe 
and Duck. I guess they work for Dog. Some kind of 
security or something like that. I know they carry 
guns."

"Good," Dog said grinning at me. "I was thinking about 
you fucking that old guy and I’ve been hard for an 
hour. Come over here and give me some head."

"I glanced at the two men in the room. I guess I 
thought they would leave, but they didn’t seem to be in 
any hurry to do so. I looked at Dog and he was 
grinning. "Don’t worry about Duck and Abe," he said. 
"They like to watch, don’t you boys?" Dog had his 
massive cock out. "Come on Jan. Get to it." 

"I did what I was told to do. I felt strange giving Dog 
a head job while people watched." Jan said.

"Boys help Jan get undressed while she sucks me," Dog 
told the two men. It was long before I not only was 
giving head, but doing it naked. Abe played with my 
boobs while I sucked on Dog’s cock. Duck had a couple 
finger in me. It wasn’t long before I didn’t really 
care who was watching me suck Dog. I would have gone 
out onto the stage and did it if they had kept playing 
with me. That was the first time I had serviced more 
than one man. 

"Unlike the sex with Mister White they soon had me 
coming like crazy. Abe fucked me while I sucked Dog and 
they kept switching around. I had all three in me at 
one time or another. We ended up at the snake ranch for 
more group sex. That was the first time I was ever 
double penetrated. Duck was in my pussy and Abe managed 
to get into my ass. While they did me that way I sucked 
Dog. They called it making me air-tight."

Jan rolled over and was looking at my crotch. My cock 
was sticking up through my boxers. "Well look at you," 
she said. "This is turning you on. You’re excited 
hearing about your wife being gang fucked, aren’t you?" 
There was no denying it. I had a diamond cutter hard-
on. I nodded and she put her warm mouth on my cock. I 
knew it wouldn’t take much before I came, and it 
didn’t. Jan swallowed my come and licked her lips, 
smiling at me. She had gotten better at it since her 
last time of blowing me. "I need more wine," she said. 
I got out of bed and got another bottle.

I came back to the bedroom and poured us another glass. 
"So that was your first time," I said. "What then?"

Jan looked at me strangely, glancing at my limber dick 
"You want to hear more?" I assured her that I did. "I’m 
happy and somewhat surprised at how well your seem to 
be taking all this. Are you sure you’re all right?"

"Yes I’m fine," I said. "I’m a little surprised that I 
taking it well, myself. To be honest with you, last 
Saturday night I planned on killing…well killing 
somebody. I wasn’t taking it very well then."

"Me? You wanted to kill me?" Jan asked, her eyes wide.

"You, Dog and the others that were fucking you. I think 
I may have thought about killing myself, too. You were 
not all that safe Monday or Tuesday for that matter."

"When did you have a change of attitude?" Jan asked 
softly.

"It was a two stage deal," I answered. "It started when 
you said, ‘Jack, Honey we need to talk’. I reached a 
conclusion when you told me that you sucked a guy off 
to get the money to buy me that digital camera. Go 
ahead and tell me the rest of the story." Jan smiled at 
me and I could see tears glistening in her eyes. 

"After that I met customers two or three times during 
the week and on those so called working weekends. After 
a couple of months it became obvious that I couldn’t 
keep working at my old job and be a whore for Dog. So I 
quit my job and went into the business full time."

"When?" I asked, surprised. "When did you quit your 
job? How come I didn’t know that?"

"I quit a several months ago. I still worked some part 
time with my old company to keep my cell phone, 
insurance, and voice mail," she said. "Why didn’t you 
know? I didn’t want you to know. Frankly Jack, you were 
so involved with the investment business I could have 
moved out and you wouldn’t have noticed for a long 
time. I’m not criticizing you, but it’s a fact. 

"By that time I was making enough money in tips and 
other things to keep our check balance up. In fact I 
was making more money then I had been. Dog has been 
very generous. It worked out nicely. You were always up 
and gone before I was and with me working late and all, 
it worked out. I spent my days here, at the Doghouse or 
at the snake ranch. I had my cell phone should you call 
for some reason."

"So Dog is a pimp?" I said. 

"No, not exactly," Jan answered. "He doesn’t have other 
girls working for him. He doesn’t have a stable, in 
other words. At least not right now. He did ask me to 
recruit a couple white women, but I haven’t yet. I’m 
not sure exactly how or why he get customers for me. I 
get the feeling that my customers are somehow in a 
business relationship with Dog. I ask him once and he 
told me that what I didn’t know I couldn’t testify to. 
That was good enough for me. I quit prying into his 
business."

"So you quit your old job, huh?’ I said. Damn how far 
behind the information curve was I?

"Yeah a couple of months," Jan answered. "Closer to 
three, I guess. Dog didn’t ask me to quit, but he was a 
lot happier when I did. For one thing I was more 
available when a customer came up. Another thing I was 
more accessible for him and his crew. I was being 
fucked every day at least once, but more often than 
not, several times a day. When I got my period I went 
back to work at my old job."

"And you like all that," I said.

"Frankly, yes I did." Jan said. "I was like a big-eyes 
child in a candy store. It was and is a sexual 
smorgasbord. Again I’m not being critical, but you had 
withdrawn from me as far as sex was concerned. When I 
did see you, you were too tired to have sex. Suddenly I 
was getting all the sex a girl could ever want. Dog was 
happy, I was happy, his friends and business 
acquaintances are happy, if that’s what they are. 
Everybody was happy."

"Don’t you worry about disease?" I asked. "I mean there 
are a lot of bad STD out there."

"At first I did. I’ve learned how to minimize the risk 
and everybody except Dog and his crew always wear a 
condom. I guess I made myself stop worrying about 
something I couldn’t control. I was in the business to 
save my life and that was that. I’m not being overly 
dramatic when I say that. You remember reading about 
that man and woman and their two kids that were found 
murdered? The cops suspect that that Queer loan shark, 
Larry, that did it or had it done. He’s a bad man, 
Jack. Dog got me out of that situation and I’ll always 
be grateful for that."

"I guess you…we were lucky in that regard," I said. 
"Is…ah… I mean isn’t your pussy stretched from… all 
that sex?"

Jan laughed and put her head on my chest. "No not a 
bit. I got a book that taught me some exercises to do, 
but mostly that’s a myth. Lots of sex with well endowed 
men won’t stretch me. Dog says I’m as tight as I was 
the first time. The only thing I’ve noticed that’s 
different is I can do anal sex a lot easier. Do you 
want to see for your self?"

"I do," I said. "In a little while. Tell me more about 
your new job."

"I meet with a customer and I let him fuck me," Jan 
said. "nothing too complicated about it. Sex with Dog 
and the boys is completely different than with a 
customer. There is nothing kinky goes on with a 
customer. Oh of course I may let them fuck my ass, but 
that’s about it. With Dog and company it’s anything 
goes. It never occurs to me to tell them no. If they 
want to double up on me, fine and dandy. If one of them 
face-fucks me, so be it. A few weeks ago, I had my 
first honest to God gangbang."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

She thought a moment. "Yes, I’d have to say I did. I 
got a little tired before they got through with me, but 
all in all, it was fun."

"I guess Dog set it up?" I said.

"No, not that time. Dog loaned me out to Abe for the 
night. Abe got a bunch of his buddies together. They 
were all black men and most of them had never had a 
white woman. They were an excited and rowdy bunch, I 
can tell you. Abe took my clothes off and they were all 
over me. I nearly got smothered to death. 

"It took a little while, but they finally settled down. 
A couple of them thought it would be fun to fuck me in 
the pussy at the same time. Neither of them were overly 
endowed so it worked. Actually I kinda liked it. 
Another couple of them thought they could do the same 
thing to my ass, but that didn’t work at all." 

Jan laughed. "this is so strange, laying here and 
telling you this. I’ve wondered how it would go if it 
came down to it. Hey look at that, you’re hard again!"

"Yeah," I said with a laugh. "I have to find out for 
myself if them big dick sons of bitches stretched your 
pussy. It sounds like if you can take two at a time you 
have to be loose."

Jan whipped her nightgown over her head and straddled 
me. "You’ll see big boy," she said leaning down and 
kissing me long and deep. She reached back and guided 
my cock into her. "Ahh, that’s feels so good. I love 
your cock, Jack. Don’t ever forget that. Ohh, God you 
feel good in me." 

She started a slow rhythm up and down on me. I’ll have 
to admit she didn’t feel any different than I 
remembered her feeling. Her cunt still felt like a warm 
velvet glove around my cock. Suddenly she stopped and 
started using some muscle or muscles and begun to 
squeeze my cock with her pussy.

"Hey that’s a new trick," I managed to gasp.

"Oh yes it is," Jan laughed, "I have learned a few new 
things lately." She started ridding me again. It didn’t 
take long before I filled her with my come. Jan got off 
of me and ran her finger up into her pussy and licked 
my come off of them. For some reason that excited me 
again. Jan gave me an evil grin. "So are you ready to 
go to sleep now?"

"No," I said. "I don’t think so. Not just yet. I want 
to hear the rest of your story."

"Boy you are a glutton for punishment aren’t you?" she 
said laying back on the bed. "What do you think of me 
getting my nipples pierced?"

I was startled. Jan has perfect breasts just as they 
are. I reached and took one of her nipples between my 
thumb and forefinger. I rolled the nipples around 
causing her to shiver a little.

"I haven’t given it much thought," I said. "Why? Do you 
want to get them pierced?"

"Daddy, I mean Dog, mention that he like to get them 
pierced and put rings in both of them. He’s also 
mentioned getting my clitoris pierced. Not so sure 
about that."

"So why do you call him Daddy?" I asked. I had to think 
about rings in her nipples some more.

"That first time," Jan said, with a short laugh, "at 
the snake ranch. He was on me and we had just finished 
a great session with lots of jumbo orgasms. Dog 
whispered in my ear, "who’s your daddy?" I said "you 
are my daddy." It kinda evolved from that. Does it 
bother you?"

I had to laugh at that. "Hell, Jan," I said, "I think 
on some level it all bothers me. Daddy don’t bother me 
any more then some of the other things."

"Keep in mind that while Dog may be Daddy, you are 
still my husband. Unless you want to change that." Jan 
said her expression serious. "I guess you have grounds 
and it’s your call."

I rolled over on my stomach so I could see her better. 
"Jan, honey, I don’t want to divorce you. I’ve been in 
love with you since high school. This…this…whatever it 
is, doesn’t change that. Look, the business had really 
picked up. I just signed up three new clients last 
week. One real big and another one ain’t bad. The other 
was a retired man. The stock market has settled down 
some and business looks good."

"One of them was MH insurance, wasn’t it?" Jan said 
with a smile. I nodded, "See I’ve been looking out for 
my man. That’s Mathew Hollis’s company. The other big 
one is some company that Dog owns. Something 
enterprise."

"Golden Enterprise," I said. For some reason it didn’t 
seem right that Jan’s pimps and customers had signed on 
with me.

"Come on Jack," Jan said poking me with her finger. 
"They would have figured out sooner or later that you 
are the man to handle their money. I just hurried up 
the process a little."

I found it was hard to argue with her logic. "Point is 
you don’t have to work any more. How much longer do you 
have on your contract with Dog?"

"Would it surprise you to learn that I don’t want to 
stop working?" Jan said after a long hesitation. "Let’s 
be realistic. If I stopped putting out for Dog and 
Hollings, how long do you think it would be before they 
took their money somewhere else? I don’t know that they 
would, but you better be prepared for it."

"Bottom line is you want to keep being a whore," I 
snapped. "Is that it?"

"Let me show you something," she said going to her 
dresser and taking a small booklet out. She handed it 
to me saying, "My six months obligation with Dog was up 
over two months ago." I looked at the savings book and 
saw that there was a thirty-five thousand dollar 
balance. 

"Close your mouth darling," Jan said getting back on 
the bed beside me. "That’s what I banked in about six 
weeks. I also bought some clothes and paid some bills. 
By the way, you are a co-owner of that account. I 
forged your signature." 

She put her arms around me. "It’s not so much the 
money, but I do like it. I can quit being a whore in a 
heartbeat, but I can’t stop being a slut. Over the last 
eight or nine months I discovered that I like, really 
like sex and lots of it. I like the excitement and the 
adventure of meeting a new customer. I like being the 
center of attention at a gangbang. I love Daddy’s big 
hard, black cock, and I love the sexual situations he 
gets me into. Frankly I’m addicted to dick." 

Neither of us said anything for a long while. "You can 
change your mind about a divorce if you want to. I’ll 
hate it, but I’ll understand."

"So if Daddy wanted your nips pierced, why haven’t you 
done it already?" I said.

"It would have been too hard to explain to you," Jan 
said. "Not something you would not notice I think. I 
guess I will when my period starts next time. That will 
give me a few days to recover. Don’t leave me hanging, 
Jack," Jan said looking serious. "I have to know if you 
can handle it or not. It’s going to be whore or black 
cock slut."

"It would be stupid to give up all that money if you’re 
going to fuck around anyway," I answered. "Maybe I’ll 
take over as your manager. I’ll be your pimp. What do 
you think about that?"

"I love it," Jan said laughing. "I’d really love it 
Jack."

***

Well dear readers what do you think. Should there be 
any more of the Jan Miller Story?

As always, this is a work of pure fiction. What the 
people do in a story like this doesn’t have any place 
in the real world where there are a whole host of bad 
things that can happen to you. Unprotected sex is 
taking an unnecessary and stupid risk. Have as much fun 
as you can, but be safe.

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