I noticed it from the moment I turned the knob on my front door and entered my home. A charged energy. A tingle on the back of my neck. Something was up. "Honey? Hello?" I shook off my jacket and threw my keys down. I walked around the corner, into the kitchen, and stopped in my tracks.
There stood Janine, cooking a delicious smelling dinner for us. She was dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt but on her body those clothes looked sexy as hell. Her blonde hair done up in a cute messy way, her lips popping with a vibrant red shade of lipstick. She was a vision of the quintessential housewife.
Janine went to take a sip of her white wine when she noticed me standing there and she smiled. "Hey there, hubby. How was work?"
After a moment I responded, "Terrible. Better now that I'm home." I nodded at the dinner simmering on the stove. "What's the occasion?"
She turned the heat off and strode towards me. Her hips swayed purposefully. She bit her lip and threw her arms around my shoulders. "Let's call it a belated birthday present from a good little wifey." She kissed me full on the mouth with a passion that took me by surprise. It had been a few months since I'd received this kind of affection.
I pulled Janine's body even closer to me and let my hands explore her curves. Her big, well toned peach of an ass was just simply too good to be believed. I had always loved it. As our tongues tangled, I gave that ass a squeeze and smack. A little moan jumped out of her throat but suddenly she pulled away.
"What's the matter?" I asked, bewildered.
"Nothing. I'm just... not in the mood tonight." I raised an eyebrow. She was only playing the part of denial. There was something mischievous in her eyes. My face clearly still showed my confusion, so she spelled it out for me. "I'm not going to fuck you. You're not going to fuck me. I know things have been so stressful at work and I know just another boring old roll in the hay with your old maid of a wife wouldn't satisfy you the way you really need to be satisfied. You need something more intense. You need to fuck a whore."
Before I could open my mouth to respond I heard something... footsteps coming down the stairs. Heels. Clack. Clack. Clack. I turned around and actually gasped.
"Honey, this is Sienna," Janine said. "She's yours for the night."
"Hello, sir."
Sienna was a thin brunette in a black trenchcoat. She had on a thick eye liner, smokey eye shadow, and a dark maroon lip color. Before I could say anything she pulled open the coat and threw it off her. I almost gasped again. Her outfit was so deliciously trashy that it had to be seen to be believed.
She wore shiny knee-high boots with fishnet leggings under them that came up to her ass. Garter straps connected those leggings to a strappy corset that served to tighten up her waist but actually stopped just below her incredible, firm breasts. That was it. No panties. No bra. She looked out of breath and maybe a little stoned.
She eyed me hungrily before producing a small black box and looked past me at Janine. "May I give him his present, miss?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"By all means sweetheart. It's his birthday after all," Janine purred.
My mouth was still agape. I whipped my head back and forth from wholesome looking Janine to this trashy prostitute in front of me. I approached Sienna slowly like I might scare her away if I moved to fast. She held out the box before her. Her breathing was rising and falling quickly, like she was nervous.
I pulled the lid off the box and looked inside to see a black leather collar. Sienna said, "Will you put it on me, sir?"
I picked up and wrapped it around her throat. I could now see it bore big blocky letters that spelled out, "SLUT." With a little CLICK it snapped into place. At the sound of that click, a shiver ran through Sienna's entire body.
"Sienna and I talked about what you might like the most for your birthday," Janine said. I couldn't take my eyes off Sienna. "I remembered all those fights we've had about how I'm not sexual enough for you. That I don't act slutty in bed. I decided I wanted to see what you would do with a woman if there were no limits. I want to watch you use this little whore for every dollar she's worth. So I paid for her top tier package."
My mouth was dry. I could feel my cock straining inside my pants with anticipation. "And— and what's included with the top tier package?"
Sienna leaned towards me and whispered in my ear. "You get to uuuuuse me. My body belongs to you. Literally anything you want me to do or say, all you have to do is ask. I can't say no." She nipped at my ear lobe and started kissing my neck
Janine sipped her wine, unable to contain a big smile. "I'd be too chicken shit to give you THAT much control, baby. So that's why Sienna is your present. Go crazy. I'll just be over here finishing up dinner."
Janine glided back over behind the counter and resumed dinner preparation, but kept an eye on Sienna and me. My words returned to me. "Safe word?" I croaked.
Sienna shook her head.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded.
"Well then... I guess, would you mind... sucking my cock?"
CLANG. Janine practically threw down the spoon she was using to stir. "Uh uh. You don't get it. I did not pay top dollar for you to ASK if this little fucking whore would suck your cock. TELL her. COMMAND her. She is yours."
Sienna's chest was positively heaving now. I said, louder now, "Suck my cock."
Janine called out again, "'Suck your cock,' what?"
Sienna raised an eyebrow. I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "Suck my cock, bitch."
Sienna burst into a big smile, made a hungry little moan, and dropped to her knees. She had my belt unbuckled and pants unzipped in no time. She freed my cock, the hardest it had ever been since maybe I was a teenager. She cooed at it, very happy with it's length and thickness. Without another moment's hesitation, she ran her tongue all over it.
I wasn't used to such an enthusiastic blowjob. Her tongue firmly lapped at every inch of my rod. She licked at the underside by the base while letting the whole of my cock rest on her face. She moaned, "Ooooh baby you've got such a nice dick," before swallowing my balls and stroking the shaft.
"Are you a bad girl?"
"Uh huh. I'm so fucking bad. Watch how bad I am." She then proceeded to take the entirety of my eight-inch cock down her throat held it there until she gagged. She popped back off it with a gasp and stroked it a little. "Not nearly wet enough. I want to make your dick nice and sloppy." She took it down again, but then reached behind me to grab my ass. She forced me to thrust harder into the back of her throat three times.
This time when she pulled it out of her mouth, my dick was glistening with her spit. "That's better." I remembered that this was all about doing what I wanted to do, so without thinking about it, I slapped my saliva covered cock onto her face. It made a wet, satisfying little smacking sound.
At this, I watched her jam two fingers into her pussy. They slid in immediately, a wet, slicking sound suddenly filling the room as she fucked herself.
"Do you get fucking wet when I treat you like a messy whore, Sienna?"
"Uh huh. I loooooove getting all messy. I love how you paint my face with your cock."
"I'm going to fuck your face now."
"What are you waiting for? Fuck my mouth like a cunt, daddy."
She dutifully opened her mouth. I grabbed two fistfuls of her hair rammed my cock into her mouth. In and out, in and out, moans and gags emanating from my slut's throat. I looked up at Janine, who was still watching with delight. She was now absentmindedly squeezing her own breast.
"Are you having fun, hubby? Are you having fun choking that pretty little prostitute with your dick?" she asked.
I responded, "Fuck yes, baby. Oh my god she's so good."
