If the definition of a prostitute is someone that sells there body for money then my wife has just turned pro.
Since leaving the grasp of Mr. Houseman (see Hazel and the rent man) and his heavies life had been getting better and better. I’d accepted the fact that Hazel needed more cock than I could give her and was happy for Tom, the tenant down stairs to fill in for me. Between him and his army buddies she was kept well satisfied, at least that’s what I thought.
It seemed the more sordid the situation the more she liked it, like being made to fuck the Indian cab driver on the stairs with the front door wide open, taking on Tom and his mates at the reunion, she even enjoyed drinking cum and anal sex. It seemed she was always looking for that next sordid adventure.
We talked about Houseman and she finally admitted that despite or even because of the fact that he was so fat and gross she just loved being used by him. “I don’t know love, it’s hard to explain, he just makes me feel so used and dirty it’s like the final act of degradation and submission. I reach a state where I accept that this fat old pig can do whatever he wants to me and I have to do it."
"Fuck me Haze, that’s a bit heavy for a Sunday night.”
We were lying in bed with my cock buried deep in her cunt, her silky black stockings rubbing along my thighs as I slowly fucked her. We often discussed other men as we fucked but this was the first time Houseman’s name had been mentioned. “Do you want him again?” I asked upping the pace a little, “Do you want me to?” she countered. To be honest I wasn’t sure, I liked watching her being fucked by various men and the more gross they were they better it looked. Trouble was, Houseman could be dangerous.
I felt her pussy muscles tighten round my cock and she started to lick my ear. “C’mon, admit it, you love watching me getting fucked by fat old men, it turns you on.” She was now grinding her pussy up to meet my thrusts. “Yeah, it turns me on but …..,” before I could finish the sentence she rolled us over and straddled my cock. “No buts, you fucking love it, you love watching your whore wife being used, watching them cum in my mouth and my arse, wouldn’t you just love to see his big fat gut crushing my tits as he rammed that fucking great prick up again?” She was sitting on top grinding her cunt on my cock and pulling at her nipples. She knows that talking dirty really turns me on and pulled out all the stops.
“I could dress in my whore suit and walk round in front of him as he jacked himself off, then I’d let him pull and pinch my nipples while he fingered my juicy cunt. He says he likes my bald cunt surrounded by black lacy stockings. Wouldn’t you like to see him fingering me Hon?” Would I. “Perhaps you can shove your cock in your sluts mouth while he fucks her from behind, I’d let you feel my cunt after he fills it with spunk, you know how much he cums, would you like that? Can I fuck again, hmmmm?"
"Yes, oh yes,” I almost screamed filling her cunt with my own cum.
After reaching her own orgasm and licking my cock clean she snuggled down beside me. “I’ll give him a call and arrange it.”
It was no point arguing, I long ago realised that once she set her mind on something nothing was going to change it. However, I didn’t want Houseman knowing where we lived so we agreed that we would go to him. I listened in on the phone call.
“Hello, is that Harry?” Hazel cooed into the receiver, “yeah, who the fucks that?” he growled, “what, forgotten me already, and I thought you enjoyed fucking me.” There was a moments pause, “Well, if it isn’t the little slut that couldn’t pay the rent, ran out on me if I remember right, phoned up to gloat have we?"
"No Harry, I phoned up because I miss your nice big cock,"
"Don’t fuck with me little Lady, what do you want and make it quick."
"Oh, now I’m hurt,” she purred, “I thought you liked me. I was hoping to arrange a meeting, you know, me in my black stockings and high heels and you with that enormous cock of yours,"
"you taking the piss or what?” He seemed a little unsure now and Hazel went for the kill. “No Harry, I really would like to see you again, wouldn’t you like to see me?” Again a pause. “OK, where and when?” Between them they arranged to meet at one of Harry’s new bed-sits in High Wycombe, it was currently empty but fully furnished.
Hazel dressed to kill in her long 6” mettle heeled thigh high black patent boots with black stockings and matching suspender underneath. Her tits were encased in a black under the nipple bra that pushed them up and out and her makeup was positively sluttish, thick black mascara and bright red lipstick matching her fingers and toenails. Her smooth shaven cunt was covered by a pair of sexy black panties and already glistening from her juices as she thought of the night to come. All she wore on top was a full-length simulated fur coat. “Think he’ll like it?"
"Like it, if the old git doesn’t have a heart attack when he sees you then he’s not fucking human.” Hazel laughed and pulling the coat together headed for the car.
Once in the passenger seat she simply let the coat fall open showing everything to anyone that passed. On the short journey down the M4 I took great delight pulling alongside trucks and vans, slowing down to make sure they got a good look. At one point, we were level with a transit van driven by a big black guy. When he saw Hazel lounging back gently caressing her cunt with her fingers he opened the window and started yelling at her. She too opened the window but the wind noise made it impossible to hear. With a big grin and a wave the driver turned of. “Christ almighty, you just can’t resist it can you?"
"What, he didn’t mind, bet he’s got a big black hard on now, hmmmm, I can just imagine him playing with it.”
We finally arrived at Houseman’s place. It was an old house that stood some way back from the main road sheltered by several bushes either side of the drive. Houseman had told Hazel that it was being renovated and turned into flats but only one was currently finished. He also told her to approach the house dressed to please. Leaving the coat in the car, Hazel brazenly walked the last 20 or so metres to the front door. I just stood there with a hard on watching her nice panty covered arse sway as she walked. Reaching the door she pressed the bell …. no answer. By now I had joined her in the porch and was happily playing with her erect nipples while we waited for Houseman to answer. She rang again. I put my hand down her panties and started stroking her clit. “Oh fuck, do that and I’ll cum.” I rubbed harder and sure enough just as Houseman opened the door Hazel had her first orgasm of the night.
“Fuck me, talk about start without me,” he laughed pulling her through the door by her nipples. “Well, well, well, still the little slut I see, couldn’t do without uncle ‘Arry’s cock aye?” He stood Hazel against the wall and ripped her wet panties off. Grabbing a handful of smooth cunt he leant forward and kissed her. Now she was quite happy to have him finger her or fuck her, even stick his cock in her mouth or up her arse but there was no way she wanted him kissing her. “Bit reluctant aren’t we,” he said breaking the kiss while ramming three fingers up her cunt, “looks like you forgot your manners didn’t you slut.”