Recession Blues

Recession Blues

Original story: Stormbringer

Follow up: RogueAlan

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Chapter 5: Blue Plate Special

"Hnnnn!" Ann was glad that A-Rod's cock was thrust snugly into her throat. She was dimly aware that there might still be people in the club, and without that, her cries as she came on Jacen's big cock might have betrayed what they were doing. She sucked harder at the new acquaintance's big cock as a measure of thanks, reluctantly backing off to get another breath before taking him again to the root. She wished she could bob her head and suck at him more, thinking it would get him off faster, but her need drove her to swallow his entire shaft again and again, holding him in place for as long as she could, because Jacen was somehow matching her tempo, and only gave her all of that gorgeous meat when she was deep throating his friend.

Her hips and abdomen were still twitching as her climax eased, without decreasing her arousal or need. Soon enough she was again consciously shimmying her hips, trying to get Jacen to fuck into her faster. The big cop, though, went on matching the pace she was setting. She sought a compromise, driving her face down into Angel's crotch, taking him all the way, then backing off more quickly, sucking until the top, where she would get a breath before again letting the stranger's cock fill her throat. She moved faster, hungry to have Jacen fuck her faster, but dutifully deep throating Jacen's friend on every stroke to be certain she was filled up in turn by the big bouncer.

It worked, building her arousal, and Ann moved even faster, wanting more. She squealed around A-Rod's cock as Jacen spanked her right ass cheek.

"Yeah, you ever get off like that on hubby's cock, slut?" Ann shook her head, pushing back at Jacen, hungry to get off again. "That's right," Jacen chuckled and fed her drooling cunt his entire length as she backed off of A-Rod, the change in tempo, emphasizing the thrust, making her whine. "This cunt is mine. See what I told you, A-Rod?" She heard the men slap hands above her back. Jacen went on pumping into her from behind with full rapid thrusts, and the white housewife pushed her knees farther apart, tilting her ass and pushing back, welcoming him.

"Damn," the other man said appreciatively, his voice still so high Ann nearly smiled around his impressive cock, "You wern' lyin', J. This ho got a mouth like a Hoover." Ann found she was pleased rather than offended by his compliment. She bobbed her head more quickly, sucking at him harder. A-Rod was panting, hips coming up to meet her lips. She could feel her next orgasm approaching. "When do I get to try that BBC cunt?"

"My sharing that cocksucking mouth ain't enough?" Jacen snorted behind Ann, slowing his pace, which made the aroused wife and stripper whine in protest. The men chuckled, slapping hands again. Ann thought Jacen was close; she was sure A-Rod was about to cum. Jacen spanked her right haunch again, pulling out of her hungry seam. "Sit up, slut," he demanded, ignoring her cock-muffled protest, "Show your new friend my fine black cock loving cunt." Ann was blushing as she sat up, wiping her mouth, aware of Angel's eyes roaming over her totally naked body. Jacen's cock was heavy at the small of her back as the bouncer used his body to nudge Ann forward, closer to Angel. Her legs were spread more wide apart by A-Rod's muscular thighs. Looking down, Ann saw the stranger's naked cock, glistening with her saliva, jutting upwards inches in front of her aroused sex.

Jacen's right hand closed on Ann's bare breast, fingers pinching, then kneading her erect nipple. Her body undulated, her clit almost brushing Angel's shaft. She was aware that she was panting as much as A-Rod. "Go on, slut," Jacen murmured, his lips by her ear before he bent to kiss her neck, "Put him inside." Ann closed her eyes, dimly aware she should refuse. She shook her head, even as her manicured fingers curled around the end of the stranger's shaft, her hips coming up as she lifted her ass off of his thighs, levering forward until the blunt crown of his cock pushed against her swollen clit, and dragged against her, slipping back, between her splayed, dripping labia. A-Rod remained passive, leaning back against the plush chair as Ann slipped him into her sex, settling onto him easily. His hips rose when she paused, seating the last of his cock into her sex, the movement making Ann gasp as her feet came off of the floor. Her body rotated forward, closer to Angel's hairless chest.

She had only slight leverage where her knees were against the edge of the cushion, but she immediately began to take advantage of it, hips moving, back arching as she fucked herself on A-Rod's bare cock. Not as big as Jacen, the found herself thinking, biting the right edge of her lower lip as her pleasure again began to build, but bigger than Tom. And Jacen's fingers were expertly working her nipples. The bouncer's lips were tracing a line of heat at the sides of her neck. Moaning, Ann let her head fall forward, her hair masking her face. Catching A-Rod's thick biceps in her hands, she began to ride him more earnestly. Jacen's lips moved to the skin over her spine at the base of her neck, and Ann's breath caught. God, that felt good.

"Damn," Angel panted before he used his forehead to displace Jacen's right hand, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

"I know it," Jacen agreed from his position over and behind Ann, "But now I'm getting left out." Ann was close enough to her climax the last thing she wanted was to stop fucking A-Rod. But she wanted Jacen inside of her, too. She started to pivot at the waist, intent on sucking Jacen's cock. A-Rod bit down on her nipple and she cried out, back arching as if pushing her nipple against his face might ease the pain. "... down on it." She had missed what the bouncer was telling his friend.

In the next second, though, the back of the seat dropped almost horizontal. She knew the seats reclined, which was no surprise, but the bottom, which usually came up when a dancer or customer pulled on the lever inside of the chair's right handle stayed down. She kept her hands on Angel's biceps and found herself riding him. He had released her tortured nipple, but as she went on humping up and down, his fingers rose, cruelly pinching and twisting, making her cry out once more.

"That's it," Jacen's hand applied pressure at the small of Ann's back, and the impaled housewife obediently leaned down over the bouncer's friend, "Now I can have my fun, too..." And before she could think about what he meant—she was right on the edge of her climax—the bouncer's big black cock was pushing into her ass, just above where Angel's was filling her cunt.

"No, wait!" Ann started, stifling her own protest at the fear that someone in the club would hear them. She desperately tried to shift higher, but Angel's hands had dropped to the front of her hip on each side, locking her in place.

Jacen snorted, "Shit, slut," he was still pushing relentlessly into her ass, "You know you can take this... You get off on anal like no woman I've ever seen." Ann shook her head, not in denial of what he was saying, but silently trying to tell him to stop... Having both of them between her legs, thrust up inside of her hurt. The burning seemed to amplify with each inch of Jacen's big cock that the bouncer seated. She guessed he was half inside of her when he stopped. Still shaking her head, Ann wondered if crying out would stop the painful assault; if being discovered was worth ending the pain. Jacen swatted her ass again sharply.

"Remind her what she's getting off on, A-Rod," Jacen urged his friend. A-Rod lifted his hips, pumping a few inches in and out of Ann's filled pussy. She had collapsed against his chest, but he had a thumb over her nipple and worked it as he thrust up into her sex, the root of his cock bumping her still erect clit at the top of each thrust. Jacen held still, and despite the pain and her fear, the pleasure of A-Rod's cock moving in and out of her led to her relaxing, welcoming the pressure of the cock moving in her cunt. And as soon as she relaxed, Jacen lunged forward, seating nearly the rest of his cock in her bottom.

Ann opened her mouth to scream—she did not care who heard—but A-Rod's hand closed over the back of her head, pulling her into a kiss that swallowed her cry. The men moved in time, each thrust eliciting a keening whine from the double stuffed white wife. She could not focus to cry, to beg them to stop or wait. She could not even coordinate her limbs to push against them. And soon enough, to her relief the pain ebbed. Less than two minutes after Jacen had thrust his broad cockhead through Ann's sphincter, the high pitched protests had transformed to panting moans. Ann was impossibly filled, the combined movement leaving her imagining a single enormous cock thrusting into her.

"You were right, ese," Angel chortled beneath her, "She does get off fast on a DP."

"Told you," Jacen laughed, spanking Ann's ass again, "Don't you, my slut?" Ann nodded, but she was still distracted by her impending orgasm, and was not really paying attention to what was being said. He spanked her ass still again, "No no no, you know the rules, slut," and he pulled almost fully out of her ass.

"No!" Ann reached back blindly, not wanting him to pull out... Wanting, she realized with a flush of arousal and shame, for both men to go on fucking her, "Don't stop... It's amazing. Give me that big black cock... Fuck my ass, baby. I want both of your cocks!" Jacen relented, but this time A-Rod was backing out of her cunt as Jacen thrust himself into her ass. The change left her feeling as if there was a cock endlessly thrusting inside of her, and she began to buck and wheeze as she came. The orgasm seemed to echo and rebound, not stopping as the men went on double fucking her.

"Ahhh" A-Rod stiffened beneath her and she felt the heat of his release deep in her pussy.

"Don't pull out," Jacen warned as his friend went still, thrust fully into Ann's sex, "I'm... not... there yet." He caught hold of Ann's waist, pounding into her for another minute before he began to spew his load. Laughing cruelly, he pulled out mid-way through, spattering Ann's naked back with the last of his load.

Spent, he backed off, and Angel lifted the dazed, still aroused housewife off of his own spent cock. Ann found herself on the floor of the small room. She had automatically cupped a hand between her legs, trying to keep the cum leaking from her cunt from dripping onto the shag carpet.

"C'mon, slut," Jacen caught hold of her long hair, pulling her head toward A-Rod's slack cock, "The man's got business yet, tonight... Clean him up so he can get on his way." She hurried to obey, thinking Jacen was intent on fucking her again after his friend had left.

After a minute Angel pushed her away, teasing that if she did not stop he was going to be ready to go again. She blushed, and smiling over at Jacen, blinked in surprise to find the bouncer was standing nearby, his pants back on, cock hanging free. It was obvious what he expected, and the cock addicted white wife slurped him clean as well. Of course, by the time he stopped her, instead of catching the jism leaking from her seam, Ann was frigging her sex feverishly. She lay back, heedless of what messes had undoubtedly been left on the dark maroon shag carpet, masturbating in front of the men, hoping one of them would relent and take her again.

She stopped, as the men slapped hands, then arm in arm moved for the curtain at the end of the booth. Ann's eyes searched for her bra and panties, anxious not to be seen as she was if anyone else was in the hall beyond the curtain.

"An' she's still hot, bro!" A-Rod laughed, sweeping the curtain aside.

"Always leave them wanting more," she heard Jacen answer before the heavy velvet fabric dropped back into place, leaving her naked, aroused, and alone. Ann was thoroughly conflicted. The orgasm had been amazing... She blushed, as she caught herself wondering when Jacen and Billy might be able to take her together like that. And she was still hot... God, she wanted to cum again. She considered finishing herself off there in the private, booth but worried someone else might still be in the club. Looking down at her body, she was not sure how she could get back to the dressing room, either, so much jism was oozing out of her thoroughly fucked cunt and loose ass, not to mention the cum smeared and drying on her back. If anyone was still in the dressing room there would be no hiding what she had been doing.

Her thong was not going to do anything to staunch the telltale leakage, but just cupping her groin was enough stimulation to her still buzzing sex she found herself applying more pressure, the base of her thumb working her clit. She settled back onto her ass, letting her head fall onto the seat cushion as she began to masturbate in earnest, giggling at the image of slipping out to her car half naked and leaking two other men's cum. She told herself it would help her to think more clearly, and would make it more likely the club was truly empty before she tried to clean up.

She was still sufficiently hot that she did not stop at the first climax, so that it was most of another ten minutes before the panting wife started to think about anything beyond her own pleasure. She was embarrassed that her entire hand was inside of her pussy, something she had never done before. At least the last of the men's fluids seemed to have stopped leaking out of her. She slipped the thong on, hoping she did not look as debauched as she felt. Considering how much of the time she spent half naked, she did not bother with the bra top, carrying it as she slipped out of the private booth, down the dimly lit hallway, and through the back passage to the dressing room.

She was relieved that none of the other girls were left. Pausing, she realized she did not hear Jacen or Angel, either, and wondered if she was alone in the club. She found herself worrying that the bouncer might have armed the alarm, and dug through her purse trying to find the slip of paper with the code to disarm and rearm the system. After a moment of panic, she found it in the drawer at her station.

Ann climbed into the small shower stall, using the handheld unit to clean up from chest down, and scolding herself when directing the spray at her crotch became a temptation to keep it there. The more she calmed down from that demanding arousal, the more guilty she felt at having cheated on Tom again. How could she have let Angel do that? And why had she let Jacen do that simultaneously? Of course, the spray head and the vivid memory of how it had felt as the men were driving into her were more than sufficient answer.

Before arousal was triggered again, she jumped out, shivering in the cold air, and pulled on her sweat bottoms and hoodie without bothering to dry off. She was surprised that the alarm had not been set, and dutifully punched the code in before exiting the club. The parking lot was empty save for her car, so Ann hurried across the asphalt to the RAV, throwing her bag across into the passenger seat as she pulled the door closed.

Her thoughts on the drive home wandered to whether Tom would want to have sex, and whether she would submit, knowing she would not get off. She blushed, scolding herself for considering refusing the man she loved what she had offered... her lover (the thought of which deepened the blush) and his friend—thinking 'stranger' was too alarming.

She was relieved that Tom as asleep. Taking care to bury the soiled bra and panties in the hamper she had set aside for her costumes, Ann slipped into their bed silently. She lay listening to Tom's quiet snores, feeling horrible for letting other men fuck her, even as she knew it was going to happen again. But tired from the day's exertions, the married stripper was not awake long enough for the guilt to guide her thinking to any longer term consequences...

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Tom's side of the bed was empty when Ann woke late Saturday morning. She was ashamed at the relief she felt, and again at the flicker of annoyance when the toilet flushed a second later and her husband sauntered into the bedroom from their en suite, his erection tenting his sleeping pants.

Instead of circling to his side of the bed, Tom approached hers, smiling widely.

"Nice to see sleeping beauty is finally awake," he teased, "We were starting to feel left out." Ann giggled, even as she realized he meant to have sex. And that she was anything but aroused at the thought of it. And that she could not have him do oral sex, since she had not really cleaned up. She sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest and putting a hand on his abdomen, stopping his climbing onto the bed.

"Wait!" she protested, "Go start the coffee, let me pee." He made a brief show of considering her request, then turned and padded down the unlit hallway toward the kitchen. Ann waited until she was confident he was not going to turn around with some quip or witticism before she jumped up and hurried into the bathroom. She examined her chest critically, remembering the sharp pain of Angel biting her nipple. But there was no sign. There was some matting of her carefully manicured pubic hair, and she wondered whether shaving bare would be safer, but she felt more like a woman with the thin line of pubic hair.

And she had showered at the club, she reminded herself. Satisfied there was no tell tale mark, she refocused, intent on being adequately aroused, since the thought of sex with her husband was not providing that spark. She set a finger against her clit, settling on the toilet, and closed her eyes as she began to relieve herself, remembering the sensation of not one, but two cocks fucking into her a few hours before.

Her nipples immediately began to stiffen, almost as quickly as the bead of her clit, which swelled, a palpable bead against the pad of her gently massaging index finger. Her arousal was immediate and profound, which was a relief, since at that moment there was a knock on the door.

"Coffee's perking," Tom announced through the door, "You about ready?" Ann forced a smile, snatching three or four squares of toilet paper off of the roll to wipe before she stood, flushing the toilet simultaneously.

"Almost, baby," she answered, pausing to wash her hands. She left the robe she had grabbed off of the back of the bathroom door on the floor, assuming Tom would be waiting at the threshold. When she opened the door, though, she found he had gone back to the bed. Working to maintain her arousal, she pivoted sideways in the doorway, giving him only a profile view as she pointed her toes, lifting the leg nearest her husband, and pressing it against the outside of the door jamb, bracing her knee against the white painted wood.

"Damn," Tom murmured, "A private dance for me?" Ann giggled, letting her shoulders fall back so that her hair hung freely. "You deserve it, baby," she told him, "I wanted to be home sooner last night so we could have fun then too, but Les kept some of us late." She stopped, remembering she had mentioned drinks with Hillary the night before. Tom did not seem to hear what she was saying, or he did not really care; his eyes were fixed on her body and she released the frame and stalked toward him, biting her lower lip suggestively. The ability to with a twitch of a hip or wink of an eye dominate a man—even one who had seen all of her day in and day out and in all of her moods—gave Ann a real jolt of excitement. That power added to her arousal.

She did not stop in front of where her husband was seated on the bed, watching her. Instead, she brought her right hand up, as if to brace herself on his shoulder. She pushed, though, and Tom dropped back onto his back, letting his wife climb up over his body.