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Hi.
Apologies in advance, I’m going to ramble on a little. Please feel free to skip!
First, sorry for the wait, Christmas, and all that! Again, this one is long, so it’s in two parts, 9a & 9b.
I’ve had a few requests for pictures recently. It was also suggested that sharing a couple of pics would help with the visualisation, which is probably true.
I’ve tried adding a link but it wouldn’t let me post it. Then I tried adding the link within the body text, and they deleted the post, lol. They are only 3 clothed body pics, but the idea was to give some idea of what Anna looks like. I’ll try putting them in the main cuckold section and link across, but that might be a separate post. I’d be interested if anyone actually finds them (why so difficult to post non-nudes???)
They were taken around the same time as the stories I’ve been posting. We took them to send to Brian so he could see what she was wearing, and he would reply with any alterations he wanted.
Now, I don’t want to share any face pics or nudes. Since my wife did do porn that might seem a bit weird, but without going into too much detail, I’ll try and explain. She did it many years ago between 18-24. We have kids now, so things are different. That’s the main reason.
Second, there is a very slim possibility that she might be recognised. It’s not like she was Sasha Grey famous or anything, but if you have a niche taste for Russian girls taking it up the ass, then there’s a small chance you might have seen one of her videos.
I also don’t share the porn because, honestly, it’s a hassle. There’s a good chance that a fair number of people just won’t believe it, and I’m just not interested in having to prove anything, so it’s just simpler to leave it at that.
Again, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask. If you don’t want to post publicly, then I do try and answer any DM’s I get. I don’t get loads, so it’s not a problem. Happy to discuss anything you want to know
All that said, part 9….
It only took a few weeks for Brian to put Anna’s escort profile together. He updates it as time goes on. The usual pattern is that he activates it, waits for an interesting “customer”, then will deactivate it. He’ll reactivate it briefly so the person can leave a review and/or comment.
The first profile was something like this…
It has different sections to click on; profile, gallery, interview, and such.
It listed her age, 33, stats, 32a-25-30, height, 5’5”, weight, 55kg, brown hair, green/brown eyes, Russian, shaven.
It then has a list of everything she is prepared to do, and that list pretty much includes everything. Exceptions being “giving” for BDSM and humiliation, etc. They were all set as receiving only. Also no scat or blood.
Then it had the statement; “I’m Anna. A married Russian slut who is new to the scene. I’m looking for the right man to introduce me to the world of escorting. I’m incredibly submissive, love heavy verbal humiliation, pain, and a proper three-hole whore. I’m a true nymphomaniac.
As I said, I’m married and my husband is a cuckold. My Bull decided it was time for me to become a real whore and gain new experiences. My Bull will handle all meetings, being present if it’s anything to do with groups.
I won’t be taking multiple clients a week. It will either be one offs from time to time or a regular. With that in mind, only the most interesting offers will be considered, vanilla sex is of no interest to me. If you have a particular fetish, turn-on, or longtime fantasy, then let me know and maybe I can fulfill it for you?!
My prices vary, depending on the guy, location, and request.
Looking forward to hearing from the biggest perverts on here!”
(I’m paraphrasing because I can’t remember exactly, but that was pretty close)
It also contained a selection of the pictures from her shoot. All free to see, all showing her face.
Brian had to verify it and a few other things, but within a few days of it being live he found a client that he liked.
All Anna, and I were told was that the guy wanted her at his place for most of the night, but not to stay over for the whole night. He lived 45 minutes away by car and she was to dress as if going on a date. Brian also said he’d arrange it on a night we could send our kids to my mums.
Being quite busy that first week we arranged it for the following Saturday. I was instructed to stop any sex with Anna. Nothing, not even a handjob. Brian didn’t see her the weekend before and he also banned any contact with John or Dan. So, she went without any sex at all for just over 2 weeks. On the Wednesday before her “date” she was also told to stop masturbating. By Friday, Anna was pretty grumpy and snappy with me, but after we’d dropped the kids off on Saturday, her excitement started to build.
Anna had booked in to have a full body wax at midday, then returned home to have a long soak in the bath, followed by a shower. She applied more make-up than she usually did, adding eyeliner, mascara, and a deep red lipstick. She’d also painted her nails the same red. She looked stunning.
She wore a tight black skirt that came mid-thigh, a silky black blouse, and a short black jacket. Her underwear was also silk, and black. A sexy bra and pantie set. She wore these very dark black hold-ups that had a seam up the back leg, and some very sexy heels. They were black, like everything else, but the 5 inch heel was dark red, as was the sole.
She looked absolutely incredible. The heels and skirt made her legs look amazing, and, providing she held the hem of the skirt, she could sit without flashing the stocking tops, just.
We sat on the sofa waiting. Brian was due to pick her up at 6pm and it was 10 minutes before. Anna smelt incredibly sexy. She wore some new perfume that was giving me butterflies. We held hands as we sat in silence.
I heard Brian’s car pull up on the drive and Anna received a text a few seconds after.
“Ok, right,” she sounded a bit nervous, “so, I’ll see you in a bit, baby.”
Anna walked towards the door, her hips and ass swinging as she did, taking her small black clutch bag with her.
“I’ll let you know when I’m coming home,” she added with a sexy smile and a wink, before opening the door and leaving.
As soon as the door closed my phone beeped alerting me to a message. I was on my way to the window to watch Brian drive off with her, so I didn’t read it straight away. Being summer it was still light out so I just peaked around the corner of the window. I saw her just as she was getting into the car.
Anna sat, leaned over and met Brian for a quick peck on the lips, put her seat belt on, as Brian backed out the drive and off they went.
I then sat and looked at the text. I assumed it was from my mum saying something like the kids had eaten their tea, but it was from Brian. It was long, so I could only imagine he’d had it pre-typed, ready to send when he saw Anna leaving the house.
(Again, I’m paraphrasing)
“Mark,” it read, “I picked this guy for a few reasons. First, he’s hung like a horse, providing he’s not lying. Second, he’s very dominant and likes extremely submissive and compliant girls. Third, he absolutely loves that Anna is married. He made a request, which he’s paid extra for, and I’ve accepted.”
I could hear my heart beating in my ears as I read this.
“He wants you to listen to his night with Anna. He loves the idea that you’re going to hear everything he does with her and how she responds to him. I’ve given him your number and he’ll send you a text just before he’s ready to call. You’re to be ready and answer the phone immediately. Then, you put your side on mute. Anna will be unaware of this and you won’t tell her, even after she gets home. If you agree to all this simply send back a “yes” and I’ll tell him you’re on board when I drop her off.”
I paused, heart pounding away, cock stiff. Oh my God. The chance to listen in on my wife having her first escorting experience!
With my fingers shaking I typed back “yes” and watched as it was delivered. It took a good 10 minutes until the ticks had changed colour indicating that Brian had read it.
I sat for another 10 minutes, various scenarios playing out in my head, before I decided to go upstairs and wait on the bed.
Anna sat quietly next to Brian as they drove. He’d received a text but didn’t check it until they were waiting at some red lights. He smiled as he read it and Anna wanted to ask if it was from the client, but decided against it. She figured it was, but Brian hadn’t chosen to share, and she wasn’t supposed to speak unless spoken to first.
They just sat and listened to the radio as they drove. Anna was getting increasingly nervous and aroused in equal measure. She’d couldn’t believe she was actually doing this, but at the same time she was dying for a good hard fuck.
She’d had sex pretty much non-stop for most of the year, and the more she had, the more she wanted. To suddenly have it turn off for two weeks was driving her mad. To make it worse, Brian had put a “zero masturbation” rule in place since Wednesday. She’d been tempted to break it, especially yesterday, but she knew if Brian asked her he would know if she was lying.
“He seems like a nice guy,” Brian said suddenly, making her jump. “No crazy BDSM or anything like that. I figured the thrill of being a prostitute was more than enough for your first time.”
That word again, ‘prostitute’. It made her feel both humiliated and excited. Anna rubbed her thighs together as she felt that familiar feeling in her pussy.
They drove into a small town centre. Even though it was a Saturday, almost 7pm now, there weren’t that many people about. Brian pulled up in front of a bar and put the handbrake on.
“Now, final thoughts.” Brian said, turning to look at her. “I want you to enjoy yourself. You don’t get many first time experiences, especially with something like this. Let yourself go, do what he asks, and I’ll collect you from his house when he’s finished with you. If it’s late you’ll probably have to get an Uber home.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Anna’s nervousness was high, but so was her excitement.
“He’s paid decent money for you. Remember, he owns you from the moment you see him to the moment you walk out his house. Understood?”
“Yes, Daddy.” Anna replied.
Brian picked up his phone and made a call.
“Hi, we’re outside, green Range Rover.” A pause, Anna heard a man’s voice, but couldn’t make out the words.
“Yeah, it’s all set. Ready whenever you are.” Another pause, “Ok.” Then he hung up.
Anna looked and saw a big guy coming out of the bar, walking towards her door. He opened it and Anna stepped out.
“Have fun,” she could hear the amusement in Brian’s voice.
The guy closed the door and Brian was driving off.
He held his hand out. Anna took it.
“Hi, I’m Tom,” he said, leaning down to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“I’m Anna.” She replied.
He seemed nice, with a friendly smile, and very well spoken.
“Pleased to meet you, you look stunning.” He said with that nice smile.
“Thank you,” Anna smiled back.
Anna figured he was 6’2”. Even with the extra 5 inches her heels gave her, he was a good five or six inches above her. He was stocky, too. Not fat, but well built, like a rugby player. He was quite handsome, with brown eyes and nice wavy, black hair. She guessed he was in his early 40’s. He was definitely someone Anna would welcome chatting her up if she was on a girl’s night out.
Tom led her into the bar, holding the door open for her. It was a nice place. Not too busy, with the music loud enough to not be overheard, but not so loud as you had to shout. Tom was wearing a dark grey shirt and darker grey trousers.
They took a seat towards the back, in a cosy booth. Tom must have been waiting here because he had a coke on the table and his jacket on the seat. It was one of those booths with a semi-circle seat, built into the wall, with a table in front, and a couple of chairs facing the booth. It could probably sit four or five, with two more in the two chairs.
He stood next to Anna as she sat, then walked around the table and joined her in the booth. She held onto her skirt, not wanting to expose herself.
Anna’s nerves had lessened. Tom had good manners. Holding the door open, letting her sit first, it all helped lower the anxiety that had been building up.
A young waiter appeared immediately.
“What would you like to drink, Anna?” Tom asked her.
She didn’t usually drink. The only times she tended to were with Dan, and she hadn’t had the chance to see him for over a month now. However, she figured a drink or two would help her relax.
“Vodka and orange, please.” She replied with a small smile.
“Anything for you, Sir?” The waiter asked, looking at Tom.
“No, I’ll stick with the coke.”
Tom turned his eyes back to Anna.
“Vodka? Sticking to the Russian stereotype? Brian said you were Russian?” Tom asked
Anna laughed, “Yes, very Russian. All of us Russians like our vodka!”
“I do love that accent, Anna. It’s very sexy.”
Anna blushed a bit, laughing, “Thank you.”
Anna’s drink soon arrived and they continued chatting. Tom sat close to her, but without touching. They both knew he could, but he seemed to be treating it as a date, and Anna appreciated that.
He was very nice, and he smelled good, too. They never really talked sex, just hinted at it. He asked about her husband, about how she met Brian, and about her work. In turn he shared that he was the managing director of a firm that supplied cooling systems for data centres. He was single, no kids, a few girlfriends but nothing serious.
He complimented her outfit, how great her legs looked, her eyes, and so on. Gently flirting, nothing over the top, but making it clear he found her attractive.
Anna was on her fifth vodka and orange within the first few hours, and she was feeling it. Her excitement, the initial nerves, and Tom’s easy going nature, had her drinking more than she should without realising. By now he had his hand comfortably on the thigh as they talked.
“Do you know where the ladies room is, Tom?” Anna asked. It was the first time she’d used his name. The alcohol had made her feel a bit more uninhibited. She also found Tom to be very sexy.
Tom directed her to the toilets, stood when she got up, and Anna headed down the small hallway, into the ladies. She let her ass sway as she went, hoping Tom was watching.
She knew she was drunk, not too much, just the right amount. She went into a cubicle, hitched up her skirt, and pulled down her panties. She could see the wetness inside of them. Even when she dried herself, the tissue was covered in that sweet, stick pussy juice.
Anna left the stall and reapplied some lipstick in the mirror. She needed sex. No, she needed a really good hard fucking. Tom looked strong. The thought of him picking her up made her nipples push against her bra. She’d almost forgotten that he’d actually paid to have her, the thought making her more aroused.
Anna decided to let go, just as Brian said. She was sure Tom was doing this because he enjoyed the game. He was confident, she could tell. Also dominant. She’d picked up on that early. He could be ordering her to suck his cock in that booth, he must know that. Instead, he decided to play a game of “first dates”. While she was very much enjoying herself, she decided to up the flirting.
Anna returned to the booth and took off her jacket, laying it on the table next to her bag. This time she didn’t hold her skirt as she sat down. It rode up, just a little, but enough that the start of the hold-up part was showing. She sat slightly turned towards him.
Tom looked at her legs. One eyebrow raised and his hand went down to stroke her thigh. Anna felt herself tingle.
“Very nice, Anna.” He looked back up into her eyes, “Did you wear those for me?”
His hand stopped short of her skirt and he ran his thumb across the change in material of her stocking.
“Of course.” Anna replied, “I wanted you to get your money’s worth.” Then she gently bit her lower lip as she half smiled at him.
Tom gave her a very sexy smile in return.
“Brian told me this is your first time. Is that true?”
“Yes.”
“And your husband is fully aware?”
“Yes.” Anna’s heart was beating a bit faster. God, she was horny.
“He knows that tonight you’re being pimped out? Sold to a stranger for sex?”
“Yes,” Anna was looking from his eyes to his lips and back again. “He knows.”
“Does he know what you are wearing for me tonight?” Tom asked, his voice calm, confident, yet seductive at the same time.
“He watched me get ready.”
“What’s his name, Anna? What’s the name of the man who married you but let you walk out his house, dressed like this, in order to be paid for sex?”
Anna could feel her panties getting damp.
“Mark. My husband’s name is Mark.”
“Mark’s a fool. Pull that skirt a little higher. Let me see the tops of those stockings, Anna.”
She didn’t even look around. Anna just wiggled her ass on the seat, feeling the skirt rise up more.
“Mmm, very nice. You do have amazing legs, Anna. I’m very much looking forward to seeing you naked.”
Anna had finished her drink and she saw the young waiter walking over. Tom noticed as well.
“Let him see. Let him see those amazing legs.” He whispered into her ear.
The waiter got to the seats and his eyes went immediately to Anna’s revealed stockings. Only for a moment. Then he looked at them both and asked if they wanted another drink.
“Anna will have a glass of merlot, nothing for me, thanks.” Tom replied.
Merlot? Red wine after five vodkas? Anna’s pussy tightened. “He wants me compliant with no inhibitions,” she thought.
Tom kissed her. A soft, sexy kiss, just a bit of tongue. Anna responded, bringing her leg up on the booth seat slightly in order to turn into him more. This allowed Tom’s hand to move up to rub her panties against her pussy.
He broke the kiss, “You’re panties are wet, Anna,” he whispered, “does Mark know what a naughty girl you are?”
The waiter returned and put down the drink. Tom had started nibbling on her ear and neck.
Anna looked at the waiter as he put the glass on the table. He was looking right at Tom’s hand up her skirt. The waiter paused, taking it all in, then looked Anna in the eye, smiled, and walked off. She watched him return to the bar, lean forward, and talk with the bartender. They both turned to look at her, smiles across their faces.
Anna went to put her hand in Tom’s crotch, but he moved it away. They kissed a bit, chatted a little, and Anna tried to quickly finish her red wine.
The waiter came back and Tom ordered her a second. The young waiter openly stared and smiled at her when he dropped the new drink off.
When she was half way done with the second glass of red, Tom pulled out his phone and said he would order an Uber.
Anna figured he would be driving because he wasn’t drinking, but she guessed he wanted to be sober in order to enjoy her more.
The Uber arrived within 5 minutes.
“Finsh your drink.” He told her.
Anna obediently downed the last half of the glass.
She stood, pulling her skirt back down, as Tom put his jacket on. Tom picked up Anna’s jacket and bag, but didn’t offer it to her, instead holding out his hand. She took Tom’s offered hand and they walked to the bar to pay the tab. Anna noticed that the bartender kept shooting her looks. As she looked about she could see the waiter who had served them, a second waiter, and what looked like a pot wash guy, all staring at her from the end of the bar. She knew what they were thinking and it turned her on more.
It was dark when they left the bar. Tom held her jacket in his free hand, and the fresh night air hit Anna. She felt very drunk. Not so much that anything was spinning, but one or two more and it would be in danger of doing just that. She could also feel the wetness between her legs.
Tom held the car door open for her and sat himself behind the driver’s seat. She unclipped the seat belt after he told her to move over, to sit in the middle, next to him. Anna gladly obliged. She’d made sure her skirt had ridden right up when she first sat down.
They were kissing as soon as the car pulled away. Tom placed his hand on the inside of Anna’s right thigh, gently pulling it up and resting it over his left leg. He started running his hand up to the bare skin above her stocking top, then back down.
“I have something for you, Anna,” Tom said, reaching inside his jacket, “Brian asked me to put it on you.”
Tom pulled out her slave collar. Just when she thought she couldn’t get more aroused, now this. She lifted up her hair as Tom secured the buckle, making sure the “sex slave” was at the front. He gave her throat a little squeeze which sent shivers through her body.
“Brian tells me that while you’re wearing this you have to do anything any man tells you to do?” Tom asked, his hand back on her thigh.
“Yes.” Anna glanced at the driver. He was watching them in the rear view mirror, clearly listening to everything.
“Sounds naughty. Have you done naughty things while wearing this, Anna?”
“Yes.” She breathed back. She felt herself blush. Not from Tom asking, but from the driver listening.
“And you just obey any man? Doesn’t matter who it is?”
“Yes.”
“And your husband knows all about that as well?” Tom was talking way too loud, but knowing someone else was listening, hearing what a slut she was, made her excited.
“Yes, he knows. I tell him everything.” Anna replied.
“Well, it’s not as if I need you to wear it tonight, I have paid to use you, after all, but it does make you look very sexy.”
Tom kissed her again, a little more gently this time.
“Undo your blouse, Anna.” Tom said.
Anna unbuttoned her blouse, glancing at the driver again, who was still watching while he drove.
Tom reached up with his right hand in between her open blouse. His hand travelled up over her bra where he moved the blouse back over her right shoulder. He started kissing her again and did the same with the left. He kissed down her neck to her left shoulder where he pulled the bra strap down.
He continued kissing down, over her collar bone, pulled the cup of her left bra down, exposing her breast. He immediately started sucking on her nipple. Anna opened her left leg wider as she felt Tom’s hand back on her thigh. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back and softly moaned.
Tom licked and kissed his way back up her neck, leaving her breast on full display, until he had his tongue back in her mouth. His hand went up her thigh and into her panties.
Anna gasped. Sitting back in the seat, eyes closed, as Tom played with her. With his fingers wet from her juices, he rubbed her clit.
“You ask permission before you cum, yes.” He sounded very dominant. It wasn’t a question. It was an order.
“Yes. Yes, Sir.” Anna replied, automatically going into sub mode.
She sat back, one leg over Tom’s, the other open wide, as he played with her, hand inside her wet panties. He bought the hand up that was in between them and pulled the other bra strap down. Then he pulled the cup off and started sucking on her right nipple.
“God, so far you’ve been worth every penny.” Tom breathed as he moved from nipple to nipple, sucking and nibbling each. Anna knew the driver was watching and listening.
“Take those panties off.”
Anna lifted her ass, slid her panties down over her heels, and gave them to Tom. He just threw them on the floor at his feet, then went straight back to what he was doing to her.
Anna kept her eyes open and stared at the rear view mirror, seeing the driver’s eyes reflected back at her. She kept looking at him. His eyes darted to the road in front and back to the mirror. Anna just stared back. He was a white guy, possibly late 20’s, and he seemed to be loving the show.
“I’m going to cum.” She breathed, still looking at the driver. Then she remembered, “Can I cum, please?”
Tom stopped. Removed his hand and sat back.
“No. I don’t think so, not yet.” He held up his fingers. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”
He moved them to Anna’s face. She opened her mouth and sucked them clean for him.
“That’s a good whore.” He smiled at her, “Stay like that until we get home.”
Anna sat, legs open, pussy showing, and both her small breasts on full display. Her hands were palm down on the seat underneath her thighs. Tom was looking out the window, his left hand absently stroking up and down her leg.
They reached Tom’s house at last. Anna thought she might cum on the seat with nobody even touching her. She was almost on the edge of her orgasm still, her first in four days.
They got out of the car. Anna pulled her blouse over her shoulders as she stood up and was about to pull her skirt down.
“I don’t think so.” Tom said, stepping forward and removing the blouse back off her shoulders. “Don’t worry, my neighbour knows I like to fuck whores from time to time.”
Anna walked from the car to his front door. Skirt up over her ass and tits on full view for anyone who wanted to see, incredibly turned on by everything that was happening.
Tom had a very nice house. Detached with a very well maintained, large front lawn. An expensive black Mercedes was parked on his brick driveway.
They entered the house and Tom closed the door behind. Without turning on any lights, he removed his shoes, took Anna’s hand, and led her upstairs. He left her purse and jacket on the bottom step, but held onto her panties in his spare hand.
They reached the landing and Anna could see at least 6 closed doors. He took her into the second one on the left.
Tom led her into the bedroom and turned on a lamp. It was a lovely room. Dark brown wood for the built-in wardrobe, matching chest of drawers, and bedside tables. The bed was very large with black cotton quilt covers and pillow cases. The frame was the same dark wood with a solid headboard. The bedroom also had an en suite bathroom.
Tom took her to the bed.
“Sit here, Anna.” He said, showing her to the edge of the bed next to one of the bedside tables. “I’ll be back in a minute. I just need to let Brian know we’re back. Tell him how well behaved you’ve been.”
He leant down and gave her a soft, lingering kiss before throwing her panties on the floor and leaving the room. He went back out onto the landing and she heard him walk away somewhere.
Anna looked down at herself. She felt so sexy. She’d come down a bit now, not so close to orgasm. What she felt now was drunk. Very drunk and very horny. She thought about removing her blouse and bra, maybe even the skirt, to be naked for when her “client” returned. But if Tom had wanted her naked he’d have stripped her already.
She heard the faint sound of his voice as he talked to Brian. He must be in another room because she could hardly even hear him.
Tom wasn’t in another room, and he hadn’t called Brian. He’d called me.
So, I’ve taken a bit of artistic licence with some of the next part. Mainly, where Tom placed the phone. I kind of guess from the noises it made as he moved or put it down, and how close or far away voices sounded, along with Anna’s description of his room.
I’d already had a wank about 5 minutes after laying in bed. I just couldn’t help it. The idea of a man paying to fuck my wife was too much. Something about it, her eagerness to do it, was a bigger turn on to me than the dogging.
Not long after 9pm, I got a text message from a new number.
“Hello Mark, this Tom. I’m the man who has paid to fuck your wife tonight. Are you ready for me to call?”
My cock started to get hard, my heart suddenly beating faster.
“Yes.” was all I sent back
The phone rang straight away. I answered immediately.
“Is that Mark?” A man’s voice, Tom’s, said on the other end.
“Yes.” I replied, a little nervously.
“Anna’s husband?” He sounded amused
“Yes.”
“Well Mark, I’m ashamed to say that I’ve gotten your wife a little drunk tonight. She gets very dirty when she’s drunk, doesn’t she, Mark?”
My cock was rock hard again
“Yes” was all I could think to say.
“I have to say, I’m very surprised anyone would let their own wife be whored out like this? Especially someone married to something as delicious as Anna. But, I guess you’re a bit of a loser, aren’t you, Mark? You must be.” Tom talked quietly, no hint of nerves. Calm, confident. Just the way Anna liked them, I thought to myself.
I stayed quiet.
“This is what we’re going to do, Mark. When I tell you to, you’re going to put your phone on mute. We don’t want Anna to know you’re listening in, do we?” He paused.
“Yes, I mean, no. We don’t want her to know.” I sounded like an idiot.
“I’ll do you two favours, Mark. I’ll let you listen as she tells me what she really thinks of you. Next, I’ll fuck her like a real man is supposed to. My cock is massive, Mark. I’m going to ruin that little cunt of hers. Is that OK with you?”
“Yes,” fuck, I was hard.
Tom laughed, “Pathetic. A real man, a proper husband would take that phone off mute and scream his wife’s name out, telling her to stop. But, I don’t think you will. I think you’ll sit there, your little cock all hard, and listen as I pump my huge load into your prostitute wife’s eager little cunt.”
My heart was racing.
“Put the phone on mute now and enjoy the show.”
I hit mute and put it on the speaker. After a second’s thought, I quickly connected my headphones instead.
Tom walked back in and placed his phone on the bedside table, face down. He took Anna’s hands and pulled her up to him.
“Let me take a look at you,” he said, stepping back. “Such a lovely body. Take off the shirt and bra, Anna.”
Anna removed them quickly.
“Put your hands up behind your head.” Anna complied.
Tom started running his hands over her chest, up to her shoulders, then back down.
“Such soft skin, I love those little tits of yours, and your nipples are so hard.”
Anna sighed softly at his touch.
“Do you know why I like to fuck whores, Anna?”
“No?” She replied. She actually hadn’t thought about it.
“Not to sound immodest, but I’ve got an extremely large dick. Normal girls struggle with it or just refuse as soon as they see it.” He didn’t sound like he was bragging, more like it was a problem. “So I fuck whores. One, because they can usually take it, and two, because once they’ve been paid they can’t say “no”.”
“Put your arms down, Anna, let me help you with that skirt.”
Tom moved in and kissed her. Anna wrapped her arms around his shoulders, head tilted up as his tongue explored her mouth. As he kissed her his hands undid the zip at the back and pushed it down over her ass. Once past her butt it dropped to her ankles. Still kissing, Anna stepped out, and kicked it off to the side. Tom squeezed her ass with both hands.
He stopped and turned her around.
His left hand came up under her left arm and took hold of her throat, and the right went between her legs. It was incredible. The hand round her throat made her pussy start to leak, and Tom’s hand was there to feel it all. She moaned loudly as both hands connected.
“Mmm, fuck, Anna. Your little cunt is soaking wet. What does it feel like to be owned for the night? To know I’ve paid for you?”
“Oohh God, it’s such a turn on.” Anna breathed through Tom’s touch.
“To have a first timer, and a married one at that, is worth every penny I paid to Brian.”
Tom was rubbing her clit perfectly. That, and the hand around her throat, brought her close to orgasm in moments.
“Oohhh, can I cum! Please, please, I need to cum!” Anna was so close.
Tom removed his hands, grabbed her hair, and forced her to her knees next to the bedside table.
“No, no, please, oh my God!” Anna begged. She’d been so close. She was getting desperate.
“You need to cum, Anna?” Tom stood behind, looking down at her.
“Yes, please, I’ll do everything you want, I promise, just let me cum once.” She didn’t care how it sounded, her pussy and clit were aching.
“Answer some questions. If I think you’ve been honest, then I’ll give you what you need. Deal?”
“Yes, please. Will you touch me now? While we talk?”
Tom knelt down behind her. He pushed up against her ass, his legs outside of hers. She could feel his hard cock. He was big. Tom’s right hand came up to her throat, the left started teasing her nipples.
“Tell me about Brian. How did that start?”
Anna gave a brief history. Trying to be quick, but not missing the key details. She told him about flirting at work, the Christmas party, how Mark saw them, about him being a cuck, about John, then about Dan.
“Who fucks you best? Just from a sex point of view?” Tom asked. He was gently pulling on her nipples now.
Anna could feel the wetness on the inside of her thighs, she thought she could feel the tops of her stockings getting damp.
“Brian. Brian fucks me best.” Anna groaned.
“Why Brian?”
“He always makes me cum. Always. And his cock is so big, so thick. And he talks to me. Say horrible stuff.” Anna was panting. “Please, please? Now?”
“Almost there, Anna.” Tom whispered, “Does Mark not make you cum?”
“Yes, er, no. Sometimes.” Tom didn’t say anything so she went on, “He’s gotten better, a lot better, but it’s still not as good as Brian.”
“I see. Do you fake it? With Brian? Fake orgasms?”
“No. Never.”
“No need, I guess. What about with John? Or Dan? Ever pretend with them?”
“No,”
“And Mark? Tell the truth, now.”
Anna bit her lip, then answered, “Yes, sometimes.”
“Why? Why fake it with your husband?” She could feel his big cock pushing against her, it was driving her wild.
“Because,” she closed her eyes, trying to form a sentence, “because he tries so hard. He wants me to cum. I can see him trying so sometimes I fake it.”
“How often? Twenty percent? Eighty?”
“I don’t know, please, maybe fifty, fifty.”
“Good girl.”
Tom pushed his hand between her legs and found her clit, squeezing her throat at the same time.
“Cum. Cum you fucking whore.” He said directly into her ear before he ran his tongue all over it.
Anna didn’t need telling twice. She came almost immediately. She screamed so loud that Tom removed his hand from her throat and put it over her mouth.
Her body shook as her pussy gushed. Tom had stopped rubbing and just maintained pressure on her clit. Anna held onto his arms until her orgasm had run its course.
He let go and she slumped down, face first onto the bed in front.
“Oh my God, that was good.” Anna said into the bed. She ran her hands down over her tits in between her legs.
She was soaking. The inside of her thighs were sticky and wet, even her stocking tops were damp. She was ready for more.
Anna heard Tom open and close the bedside table.
“Turn around, Anna. You’ve got work to do.”
Anna turned, still on her knees, and looked up at Tom. He placed a blindfold on her, but left it sitting on her forehead. She watched as he removed his shirt, noticing his strong, hairy chest. Then he took off his socks, throwing them to the floor next to the shirt. He maintained eye contact as he unbuckled his trousers, pulling them down with his boxers.
She got a glimpse of his huge cock, but it was only when he stood fully upright did she appreciate how massive it truly was.
Anna had done lots of porn shoots in the past. If it wasn’t a solo shoot it would involve an actor with a big cock. She didn’t like girl on girl, preferring to get fucked by men. But, in all her time she’d never seen one this big. Granted, she didn’t do black guys, they just didn’t turn her on, but even they would be hard pressed to beat this monster.
He was perhaps nine inches long, but it was the thickness of it that made her eyes go wide. It looked about three inches from one side to the other, possibly four. It was as thick as Mark’s forearms. And he was as hard as a rock. A slight curve to it, as it sat pointing at her face.
“What do you think, Anna?” Tom smiled down at her.
“Wow,” was all she could say.
“Have you ever had one this big? Do you think your little cunt can take it?”
Anna was almost mesmerised. Her fingers automatically started playing with herself, thinking about that beast going in her.
“Never. That’s the biggest I’ve even seen. It’s beautiful.” Anna leant in, she wanted to taste it, to smell it.
“A, a, a,” Tom said, putting his hand to her head, stopping her forward movement, “all in good time. You’ll have your tongue all over it soon enough.”
He smiled down at her. “Do you understand now why I fuck prostitutes, Anna? Prostitutes like you?”
Anna nodded.
“Is your cunt going to take it?”
She looked up at him. Anna wasn’t sure, but she was certainly going to try.
“Yes. I can take it. I want to.”
“You know it’s going to ruin your cunt, don’t you? It will take a week to return to normal, maybe more. Even after that, the memory will stay with you.” Anna looked in his eyes, Tom looked hungry, horny. “You’ll still be able to enjoy Brian, but Mark? No, you won’t even feel him, not for a while.”
Tom slowly stroked it up and down, pulling the foreskin back, moving in front of her face. Anna breathed in that musky smell.
“We can stop now, Anna. You can change your mind. I won’t tell Brian. I’ll tell him you were amazing. You can just give me a blowjob instead, no need to ruin that cunt for your husband.” He gently rubbed the tip against her nostrils, making them wet with his pre cum.” What do you think, Anna? Good wife? Or a degenerate whore?”
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