Don't Bet on Football Games Part 2

Millie got home at midnight on Tuesday. She went straight to the bedroom, undressed, and got under the covers with her back toward Ben. His face was covered with bandages over his nose and chin. He nestled against her back and put his arm around her waist. "Don't touch me," she snapped.

"Am I that hideous?" he asked.

"I'm a whore. We shouldn't be in the same bed."

"Millie, I still love you. We are going through a rough patch, but we will survive it. My feelings for you will never change."

She rolled over to face him and gently placed her hand on his cheek. Tears ran down hers. "Why? How can you possibly love someone who has mistreated you so badly?"

"Everybody makes mistakes. It's part of life. We will learn from ours and move on."

"My being forced to be a prostitute is just an object lesson? How can you say that? Sam owns me. I'm his toy that he can play with any way he wants."

"He only owns your pussy until you have done twenty johns. Judging from the hour, you must have been busy this evening."

"Yes. I was fucked four times."

"There's two hundred dollars. At that rate, you will be done by the end of the week."

"I don't know about that. The first one was Sam. The others were cops." Ben didn't respond. "I was fucked over."

"Yeah," Ben said sullenly. "At least you weren't injured."

"I still have twenty paying johns to fuck. I wonder if I will ever have one. I can't even make love to my husband. Ben, I can't believe you are sticking with me. Sam may own my pussy, but you own my heart." She giggled. "I have to be the luckiest woman in the world to have you as my husband."

He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. He picked up the edge of the sheet and dabbed her cheeks with it. "You just have to get some paying customers so this can be over."

"How do we do that?"

"I wish I knew."

On Wednesday, Millie did not wear her bra to work. She really didn't need it because her breasts were firm and did not jiggle very much. It would be one less garment to remove when Sam called her after work. Ben half-heartedly joked that he wished the women in his company had the same wardrobe.

She ate her lunch alone. The men who also gambled and lost on the football game glanced in her direction occasionally, but none of them approached her.

Her first two johns that evening were cops. The first one was still wearing his uniform when she rang his doorbell. Although she wanted to be good in bed, her heart wasn't in the sex. She might have felt better if some money had been involved. She was just another gift.

Somehow the address for her third customer seemed familiar, but she couldn't figure out why. She had never been there before. That much she was certain about. Her jaw dropped when the door opened. "Charlie?" she gasped.

"Hi, Millie," Charlie said cheerfully. "Come in. I've been expecting you."

Millie went inside, and Charlie closed the door. "What do you mean by you've been expecting me?"

He gestured at the sofa. "Have a seat and I'll explain." They sat down together. As she had been instructed by Sam, she left her legs open so customers could see her hairless pussy. "Millie, all the guys feel really bad about your situation. We know how tight things are for you and Ben. I had no business placing that bet for you, especially with Sam. We knew about his escort service, and about how he treats women gamblers who can't pay their losses. I've used it a few times in the past. He's a greedy sonofabitch. You will be lucky to get one paying customer a month. He loves having cops fuck his girls. It's a big power trip for him.

"Like I said, I should have refused to place that bet for you. I'm as much to blame for you having to be one of his girls as you are for making that wager. I've known him for a couple years. The way Sam operates, it will be that long before you are free from him. The guys in the department want to help you."

"How can you help me? I'm trapped."

"We have decided to be paying customers."

"Charlie, you have to be kidding. You want to spend three hundred dollars so I can have fifty? That's ridiculous."

"We do expect to get what we pay for. It's only fair. We've all had the hots for you since the day you started working with us. You have been the subject of many wet dreams. Besides, what good are friends if you can't fuck them?"

Millie smiled and made eye contact with him. "Charlie...." she started to speak, then stopped. She shook her head in dismay. "I don't know what to say. None of this makes sense."

"I don't like the circumstances, but I get to fulfill my fantasy of fucking you. I've already paid Sam, so there's no backing out."

She slid closer to him and placed her hand on his crotch. "It's my turn to be honest. I have often wondered what you have in there. Now I get to find out without cheating on Ben. He knows what I'm doing. Sam made him watch while he fucked me."

"That's Sam all right. He is on a big power trip. There are six of us. A different one will be your paying john every night except Sundays. We will spread the word that you are a working girl so you will have more business. You should be a free woman again in three weeks."

He held her tightly and ran his fingertips up her inner thigh to her uncovered pussy. She put her hand on his cheek and gave him a light kiss. Her lips opened slightly. Her tongue caressed his lips causing him to take a deep breath. His hand slipped inside her blouse and cupped her breast while he kissed her neck. "Your hand feels so good," she whispered. Charlie twirled her nipple with his thumb and forefinger and pinched it lightly. Carefully he unbuttoned her blouse to expose her breasts. He kissed circles around one breast working closer and closer to the nipple. His lips encircled the nipple and slowly closed on the tip. After a few repetitions, it was standing out proudly. He repeated this action on the other breast until both nipples were rigid. Her breathing slowed and deepened.

Completely removing her blouse left her naked from the waist up. She stood, unzipped the back of her pencil skirt and let it fall. "I love your black stockings," Charlie said. "Leave them on." He stood and divested himself of his clothing. Taking her hand, he led her to the bedroom.

He laid down on the bed. Millie knelt beside him and took his cock into her mouth. She looked up into his eyes as she gently ran his tongue around his glans. His breath quickened. As she had done with Sam, she took one of his nuts into her mouth, then the other, all the time maintaining eye contact with him. She took his cock into her mouth again. Her head bobbed up and down on him.

They rolled over with Charlie landing on top of her. Her legs spread apart, and his cock laid on her slit. Their lips met tenderly. She gasped when his tongue brushed her lips. He took a sharp breath when she returned the favor. Her breaths became deeper as he kissed her long neck. He went back to her boobs and repeated his living room actions on them, sucking both nipples between his lips. He crisscrossed her tummy lightly with his mouth making her giggle. "That tickles," she said. By the time he got to her thighs, she was laughing hysterically. The moment his tongue touched her slit, her laughter stopped abruptly. Spreading his tongue, he carefully licked up the length of her gash from bottom to her clit. She moaned as he wrapped his lips around her little shaft. She tensed up when he hummed a bass level note. "Don't stop," she said. "Whatever you do, don't stop that." He changed the pitch up the scale, but continued humming. The notes kept changing. She giggled when she recognized the song he was imitating. Her passions continued to rise until an orgasm swept through her body. Her legs clamped against his head as her hips shook.

Her pussy was dripping when he crawled back up over her. She grasped his cock and led it to her entrance. He sank completely into her. She smiled as he began thrusting into her. She returned his thrusts in rhythm to his. As their pace increased, their eyes locked onto each other. Their passions rose, and their holds on each other tightened. Her vaginal muscles began to contract. Their mouths locked together. Her fingernails dug into his back as his balls rose. His back arched, and he froze in place within her as his seed blasted into her womb. Her legs went around his waist and held him firmly when she felt his throbbing cock empty its contents into her.

They laid together in a breathless embrace while their breathing slowly returned to normal. Their mouths pressed together several times before they could relax. "Charlie, that was wonderful," she said. "I'm so happy you get to have me again. I'm beginning to like being a prostitute. Every man has been different. Ben was only the second man I ever slept with. I doubt he has much experience either. I've learned a lot in the last three days. I'm going to be teaching him a lot. This may have been the best dumb mistake I could ever make."

"I am certainly looking forward to our next time," he said. "You are the tightest I've ever been with."

"Who gets me tomorrow?"

"We don't have a set schedule. We deliberately made it random so you could be surprised each time. It might be me. We aren't telling."

"You said something about telling other men about me."

"I've already told a few guys. You could have more than one paying customer each night. That will get you out of Sam's clutches sooner."

She smiled. "I almost hope not. He is a good lover. He's had me twice already -- first when he made Ben watch us and again last night. I'm sure I will have to fuck several more times. His cock is big, and it feels good in me. His business methods are crude, but he is a gentleman in bed."

"I guess even he has some good points." Charlie rolled off her. "I suppose I had better let you go. There is still time for him to give you to a couple cops tonight."

She laid her head on his shoulder. He put his arms around her in a loving embrace. "Charlie, somehow, I am going to pay all of you back. Each of you will be out a thousand dollars because of me, and that's not fair. It may take a while, but all of you will get your money back."

"I'll take mine in freebies."

"You will get both. So will the others. That's a promise."

Sam was her last "customer" for the night. When Millie got home, she broke the news to Ben that she had finally had a paying john. "Whoopee," he said in a sarcastic tone. "If I'm lucky, I might be able to spend Thanksgiving with you."

"We'll see," Millie said. "This guy said he would tell his friends about me. Maybe I'll get a few extras so I can pay Sam off sooner."

"If we're lucky."

She put her arm around her husband. Tears ran down her face. "Ben, I've had seven other men in me in the last two days. How can you still love me?"

"Even with my nose in a sling, I think you are suffering more than me. I have to consider that. It takes a lot of courage for you to be doing what you have to do."

"You always know the right thing to say. I want to make love to you so badly."

"If you did, you would have to do six more guys. We both know all of them would be free."

"Why don't you go to a singles' bar and pick up a girl?"

"With this face? I couldn't even pick you up."

She smiled. "I hate to say it, but you're right. Still, you can't have me for the next sixty days or more. What can possibly make you want to keep me?"

"After the sixty days, there will be sixty years. Why should I give that up?"

Tears of joy flowed down her face. "I want to kiss you, but that would cause you pain. I don't want to hurt you." They puckered up and gently touched their lips together.

"I'll consider that a down payment."

"I suppose there is one good thing. All of the guys have been very nice. Even Sam. You saw how he made sure I enjoyed myself Monday night. He was like that again last night and tonight. I almost want him to take me again tomorrow."

"Are you saying he is better than me?"

Millie hesitated. "He's different. When I'm with you, there is love in it. With him, it's just sex. It's good sex, but it's still just fucking."

Millie's coworkers kept their promises to fuck her. On Thursday and Friday, she had an extra payer. On Saturday there were two extras. Sam continued his nightly sessions with her. By the following Friday, she had only one more paid trick left to do. That night, Sam confronted her. "Have you been doing self-marketing?" he asked her. "A lot of guys ask for you by name."

"Why do you care?" she said. "You've turned my one thousand into six. That's a pretty good return on your investment."

"I'm concerned that you will take all these guys with you, and I'll lose their business. That's a serious conflict of interest."

"I remember. I have kneecaps. Tell me something. For the sake of conversation, if I continued working for you, what could I expect? Would I get paid in cash, or just some free bets that I could lose on?"

"My other whores make a hundred fifty dollars for each john they fuck. That's half what I charge the men. Do you want to make some extra money?"

Millie didn't get home until one o'clock that night. Ben was waiting for her. "Did you get paid tonight?" he asked her.

She went to their file cabinet and took out one of their credit card bills. "See how much we owe yet on just this one bill? Four hundred seventy-eight dollars, plus more interest."

"Yes," he said. "At our current rate of payment, we will have it paid off in ten months. Then we can put that money toward other debts."

She took a wad of cash from her purse and laid it on top of the statement. "Or we can pay it off now and start working on the other bills next month instead of next year."

Ben cautiously picked up the money and counted it. "Where did you get four hundred fifty dollars?" He stared at her open-mouthed. "You didn't?"

"That's right. Don't worry. I won't make you pay."