One More Whore Wife B. 02

Chapter 2

Deanna: Although Gregory surprised me with his stamina and relentlessness throughout the night, he eventually did let me get some sleep. The sun was shining in on us when my phone rang. I expected it would be Lewis wanting a recap of the evening. He was almost as nervous as I was about my first night with one of Rodney's top clients and I was looking forward to telling him that things went very well indeed. I marveled as I answered the phone at just how much I was looking to please Lewis, but he cut me off right away.

"Get dressed and make yourself look as presentable as possible," he said without even asking how things went with Gregory. "Rodney has two appointments booked for you this morning so get your sorry ass out of the sack and meet me outside in 15 minutes."

"I can't just run out of here like the house is on fire," I said as I slipped out of bed to look for my clothes. "It's rude, and I haven't even gotten paid yet." Luckily Gregory didn't wake up when my phone vibrated and I tiptoed around his bed as I gathered my things.

"Rodney collects the money; you never have to worry about getting paid. Gregory knows how this works so just get a move on."

I barely got into the car after a dash from the front door to avoid any looks from the neighbors when Lewis pulled away from the curb in an almighty rush. I couldn't imagine who was expecting to see me at 8 o'clock on a Saturday morning, but I also knew better than to question Lewis about Rodney's clientele.

The morning went by in a blur, with two more clients in quick succession at two beautiful houses in the same part of town that Gregory lived. My pussy was sore as hell. The first gentleman (I don't even remember his name) was all business, leading me to the bedroom and stripping off his clothes quickly for a solid hour of doggy-style fucking. One grunting orgasm at the end of the hour and I was out the door as soon as I got dressed. Lewis must have waited for me as the car was exactly where I left him, and we were soon driving to my second client of the morning for more of the same. I wasn't sure if this was a pace I could keep up for long.

"Are we done for the day?" I asked after the second stop.

"We're just getting warmed up."

We took a break for lunch but it was rushed and Lewis quizzed me about the morning for details about my appointments. I kept telling him they were nothing to write home about, a full hour of pussy pounding without so much as a thank you after the fact.

"From what Rodney tells me," Lewis said between mouthfuls of a French dip sandwich at Max's, "these guys are paying top dollar for your first weekend as a whore. I'm just a little surprised that they're not talking about it while they fuck you, like Gregory."

"What am I being paid by the way?"

"Your normal rate is a grand an hour, so I figure at least a fifty percent premium for being a newbie."

"And what's my cut? I guess both you and Rodney are getting a piece of my fees." I tried to wrap my head around my new source of income. I had assumed I would be supporting myself solely from whoring since Ted must be ready to leave me and my managerial job was probably over as well.

"Look at you, quite the businesswoman," Lewis said. "Rodney and I each get a third of your gross, so you should be making about $500 an hour this weekend."

I tried not to look stunned or disappointed but I'm sure I failed. "I only get a third of what you charge?"

"Once I get a few more girls up and running we may be able to boost that a bit but for now that's all you get."

"So what can I do to help you land a few more girls? I'm not sure my pussy can support all three of us for very long."

Lewis gave me a big smile. "Funny you should mention that."

Lewis: Deanna was a real trooper that first day. After lunch, I drove her around to three more hour-long appointments and she didn't complain much at all. Her biggest issue was the fact that on Rodney's instructions she was not allowed to clean up at all after each visit -- no fixing her hair, no new makeup and no cleaning up her cum-drenched cunt. Given that nobody wears a condom, her shoes were soaked with cum running down her legs by the end of her fifth assignment. I had my doubts about this aspect of Rodney's operation as well, but he was quite clear and very adamant about the anatomical instructions. By the end of the day, my car smelled like a French whorehouse.

Deanna looked more haggard with each stop but by the end of the day she looked so damned sexy, I couldn't wait to get her home and fuck her. Rodney wasn't able to get a booking for Saturday night, so I had her all to myself. When the day started, I fully intended to have her clean up for me after her last client, but when she walked out of the lobby of the apartment building to get into my car, I was struck by how the day had changed her from a sweet Midwestern girl with gorgeous blonde hair and a girl-next-door look to a sultry, sexy whore with just-fucked hair, disheveled clothes and a world-weary attitude that ignited something deep inside of me. The fact that I knew where she had been and what she had been through only enhanced the appeal, but at that moment I knew Rodney had been right to insist she not do a thing to change her appearance after each sexual encounter.

Rodney also insisted I take her to a specific restaurant for dinner, his treat. It was a swanky place I'd never heard of but Deanna knew the name as soon as I mentioned it.

"We can't go there," she blurted out.

"Why not?"

"Gregory took me to dinner there last night."

"So?"

She didn't say anything for several seconds after that. "I look like hell."

"I think you look fantastic," I said truthfully.

"Everyone there is black."

I smiled. "Outstanding!"

Deanna: As distressing as dinner was with Gregory the night before, it was ten times worse with Lewis. I looked like the whore I was and without permission to fix my hair or my makeup, I knew it would be completely obvious to everyone just what had happened to me that day. I even recognized a lot of the same people, from the maitre D' to several of the men who had looked me up and down without shame or embarrassment as their wives sat with them at dinner. I barely ate anything even though I was really hungry. Finally, Lewis paid the check and we left.

I had little hope that Lewis would take me home after such an exhausting day. Since that first weekend that started at the bar after work a month ago, every Saturday night at his place and I assumed this would be no different. I did have high hopes that he would at least allow me to clean up before we went to bed, but even that hope was dashed.

"I don't want you to do a thing," Lewis said as we flipped on the lights. "I want you just like this, right now. Get on your knees."

"Why can't I take a bath first, or even a quick shower? Why do you want me with the leavings of all those other men?" I was completely at a loss.

"There's something about a well-fucked woman that is irresistible," Lewis said as he loosened his belt and exposed his cock. His would be the first one I tasted today as every one of the clients I saw were strictly interested in my pussy for their pleasure.

"Don't you worry about disease?"

"I'm taking the same drugs you are and besides, Rodney insists all his clients get tested regularly. He's going to come by later tonight and fuck you as well, and you can be sure he won't be using a fucking condom either."

As I lowered myself to my knees and took Lewis's rock-hard cock in my mouth, the prospect of seeing Rodney tonight after the long day I'd had was disheartening. And yet as Lewis grabbed a fistful of my hair and jammed his big black cock down my throat, my throbbing pussy let me know that I could hardly wait for Rodney to show up and fuck me as well.

Lewis: As it turned out, Rodney couldn't make it to my place Saturday night so I had Deanna all to myself. I'd never fucked a woman after she'd been with another man, never mind a whore who had just been fucked by half a dozen clients in less than a day. Rodney told me the sensation that all that cum in a whore's twat creates is something beyond words, but I had my doubts. I'd seen hundreds of porn clips of gangbang with multiple creampies, but there is a huge difference between watching and doing. I wasn't sure I was into it so I was more than a little relieved when Rodney backed out.

I put off the inevitable by fucking Deanna's mouth for a good long while. I know how much she hates it when I gag her to the point of vomiting like that first day in her office, so I really abused her lips and throat for all she was worth. I had to admit that the past few weeks taking turns servicing me and Rodney with her mouth had certainly improved her deep-throating ability as I tried repeatedly and unsuccessfully to get her to deposit the expensive dinner she hardly ate into a waiting bowl. Her new talent at relaxing her throat and accepting my cock to the hilt was a little surprising and quite exhilarating. I spent a good half hour cutting off her air supply almost to the point where she passed out, but she never once retched to any great extent.

Finally, I knew it was time to fuck her. I dragged her by the hair to my bed and had her kneel on the edge of my mattress with the thought that if any cum was going to leak out of her I preferred it leak on the floor than my bedding. The landlord would never know and what the hell, I was ready to move out and up given the weekend we were having. Even with only a third of her gross coming my way, I had enough for the down payment on a new place and we were just getting started. But I digress.

I hiked up her Deanna's dress and grabbed a good fistful of her hair as I positioned myself to enter her. Her cunt looked red and loose, which was to be expected. I imagined that she'd been fucked for at least four hours out of the last twelve and Gregory is renowned for fucking first-timers like Deanna all night long.

"Squeeze a little black cum out for me, whore," I whispered in her ear as I yanked her head back to tilt her up a little. Sure enough, a big glob of cum started leaking out of her nasty whore-cunt almost immediately. She yelled as I tugged her hair and I covered her mouth with my free hand. I felt so dominant over her at that moment that my earlier fears about sloppy seconds, or sixths, vanished. I plunged my cock deep into her.

I have never felt such a deliciously slick vagina in all my years of fucking. The sensation was truly unique, utterly unforgettable and beyond words. Her pussy was stretched but that just made the smooth motion that much easier as I pounded her cunt with my cock. Suddenly she reached back and grabbed my hip, pulling me tight to her as I slammed my cock as far into her as I could. I felt her loose cunt contract noticeably around me as she held me deep inside her, waves of orgasm vibrating from her cheeks to my pelvic region. I'd had every intention of fucking her for a long session, but the force of her orgasm pushed me over the edge and I spurted the massive load I'd been building up all day as I ferried her from one fuck to the next. She rose up and reached back to grab the back of my head as we climaxed together and I pulled her hair savagely to kiss her deeply. We collapsed on the bed in a mass of sex and sweat.

Deanna: Lewis and I fell into each other's arms after he fucked me. I kept shuddering from the magnitude of the orgasm he's forced me to as he cradled me in his strong black arms. I kissed him deeply over and over and tried to hide my tears but I couldn't stop the deluge that flowed onto his cheeks and lips. I pulled him close to me and urged his tongue into my mouth, my throat. I wanted to devour him. I wanted him to consume me.

"You okay?" he asked at last.

"No, I'm not. I don't know what's happening to me."

"It's been a long day," he said as he stroked my hair. I didn't ask him to, but I never wanted him to stop, it felt so good. I took his cock in my hand, slick as it was from the juices that still covered it. He felt so good in my hand, so good against my body. His hand in my hair and his chest against my breasts were perfect, perfect.

"Why are you crying?" he asked softly.

"Just hold me," I said as I stroked his cock. I looked at the contrast of his dark brown skin against my white body. He continued to stroke my hair as if he could read my mind. I willed him to keep stroking my hair.

After a long while, "Rodney's not coming over tonight," he said.

I didn't say a word but pulled him closer to me and wept without shame.