The author gratefully acknowledges all the feedback, comments and suggestions that so many readers sent following Chapter 01. In particular, Jon, who immediately after reading it, cheerfully offered his attractive wife, and added ideas to certain parts of the story.
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Late at night, Penny would enjoy making love slowly, she staring into her husband's eyes, her legs wrapped over his body, he staring into hers and wondering in silence where she had been all day. Or she would turn doggie style, encouraging him to slap her butt, feeling guilty and dirty about it regardless that she had been fingering women's asses all day and had fingers and many other objects inserted deep into her love caverns.
Penny had no choice but to come clean with her husband very early on. She was out working very hard every day of the week, sometimes into the evening. She was in unusually high spirits all the time, obviously very satisfied with her professional accomplishments. Her demeanor was cheerful; her appearance, always immaculate.
In addition, there was the issue of her growing wardrobe. She and her husband had to set aside an entire room, under due lock and key, to accommodate Penny's professional attire. Even though her business card read simply "Professional Model", in fact Penny was a woman's whore, modeling a vast array of extremely seductive (much of it made-to-order) intimate apparel as a prelude to seducing another woman or being seduced by other women. The wardrobe started with satin, cotton, silk, and fine linen, and in time grew to include leather, vinyl, fishnet, and all other textures and colors that a woman might want to see modeled.
That same room was eventually changed around to accommodate shelves of erotic toys, each and everyone designed with the woman's pleasure in mind. There was the usual assortment of double-dildos for mutual penetration, magic wands and Ben Wa balls, strap-on sets to accommodate a variety of dildos, nipple and pussy clamps, and many more items, some custom-fitted especially for Penny. She had to be selective, deciding in the morning before heading out to her rounds which pieces of lingerie and which toys she would need for the day.
Then there was the issue of money. Penny worked very hard. She was compensated lavishly for her talents as a model and her skills as a woman's whore, and even after taking off expenses and Betsy's exorbitant 80% "management" fee ("the pimp's cut" as she referred to behind Betsy's back) Penny was still coming home with substantial amounts of small-denomination bills. Simply put, Penny was bringing in more cash every week than she and her husband had made combined before Penny had fallen under Betsy's iron grip.
Penny had asked Betsy if it was acceptable to accept checks instead or even credit cards. Betsy was adamant. Penny was a woman's whore and whores got paid in small bills. All-cash payments added to Penny's humiliation.
Every evening Penny would stop by Betsy's office. It was serious, all work, no nonsense. Penny would hand over all the cash to Betsy, who would count it, record it in the ledger book, and give Penny her 20% after expenses. Betsy would then give Penny her assignments and rounds for the following day. Each entry was on a separate sheet of paper, each in a sealed envelope. Every assignment's sheet included the customer's first name, picture, past history, fetishes and wishes, and the fee that the customer had agreed in advance to pay Penny for her modeling and sexual services. And since the customers were told in advance that "as a service, no tips are allowed" Penny would have to account for every penny (pun on her name and profession) of her sexual activity. While Betsy noted the accounting, Penny would have to sit at another computer and log in what she had done with each customer that day, in great detail, how the customer had reacted, and possible suggestions for the next session in case the customer called back. That way, Betsy could run an extremely tight ship with Penny, making sure that each customer was satisfied, that each customer would become a repeat customer seeking additional thrills, and that each customer would spread by word of mouth Penny's prowess as a woman's whore.
Young women, mature women, slim women and more robust girls, would-be brides on the eve of their wedding night, lonely lesbians and frustrated wives all clamored for Penny's sexual services. In short, Betsy had a thriving business going!
(Betsy even managed to get her gynecologist to put Penny on the Pill in such a way that her hormones triggered her menstrual cycle to occur on weekends so as to not detract from her earning capacity.)
After exactly 365 days (one full year, to the day) Betsy told Penny to prepare for her first anniversary party. Penny's husband, who had once asked early on meekly for "permission to watch my wife at work" and had been verbally blasted by Betsy, was first on the guest list. Penny was pleased to see that her more oft-repeated clientele was invited to the party, plus a handful of other women's names she did not recognize. Next to each name was the entry "and husband", except of course lovely Amanda, who did not have a husband and thus her entry read "and girl-friend."
Needless to say, Penny's husband did not sleep a full night from the day he received the invitation. And Betsy had told Penny not to give him any sexual relief in the meantime, so he was practically jumping out of his skin in eagerness to see his wife modeling for and seducing other women!
As instructed, Penny's husband drove himself and his wife to the party, slowing down as they approached so that Penny could take off all her clothes. They had been asked to arrive 30 minutes after the guests and that Penny should be stark naked from the moment she stepped off the car, walked up the garden path, and into the house so that all the guests and their husbands could see her nudity in its entirety as she approach from afar.
Penny was delighted to see her customers!
It may sound a bit feeble, but over the past year Penny had formed bonds of genuine friendship with most of the women for whom she had modeled and had sex with. The women too were happy to see her again, to introduce them to their respective husbands as "my friend who has brought me so much pleasure", "the whore that services me as you never could", or "this is Penny, that I have told you about". Penny was perfect, greeting every woman with a kiss, shaking every husband's hand, blushing as she accepted compliments, and being a charming woman's whore. Penny's husband was of course the center of attraction, that lucky man to have such a sexually skillful woman for a wife. Men joked with him and women chatted happily with him while Penny made her rounds.
THE SPLENDID ENORMITY OF PENNY'S BREASTS
was what most conversations focused upon.
Men stared in frank admiration at them.
Women handled and fondled them eagerly. Some were outright jealous of Penny's breasts. Others walked over and stood next to her, imagining what
they
would look like with breasts like that. So many women had already played with and among Penny's huge breasts that they knew them like the palms of their hands, and yet even so, this evening Penny's breasts seemed to grow even bigger, rounder, firmer, heavier and fuller.
Janet, in her soft voice, even suggested they take bets as to how many hands would it take to completely cover Penny's enormous breasts!
Penny laughed all along, going along gamily with each suggestion, accepting praises here and there, offering her very sensitive nipples to be touched and squeezed by all men and women. Every so often, Penny would wince and smile: a finger here and there would slip into her soaked pussy or her lovely ass, feeling so good inside.
Deep down inside Penny thought to herself, "If being a woman's whore for an entire year has been a marvelous experience, nothing can compare to the thrill of being exposed and handled by so many couples all at once!"
At some point when so many hands were upon her breasts, Penny noticed that each woman had a number written in blue marker on the palm of her right hand, and each man also had a number in the same place. She asked Betsy about it discretely of course so as to not interrupt the men and women who were playing with her body and huge breasts.
Betsy smiled and explained, "Every woman has a unique number. A man who is
not
her husband has the same number. When the time comes, the two numbers will be paired. That guarantees that each man will be fucking another man's wife. Penny darling, you know that a man will perform sexually much better if he is not fucking his own wife. He will really try to impress her, to out-do himself, to fuck her unlike any other way he fucks his wife. And sweet Penny, you know that every woman yearns to be pleasured properly by a man who is not her husband, to be taken like she deserves to be taken as a woman, not like her husband takes her. And finally, think of the thrill each man will get seeing his wife fucked by another man!"
Janet in her soft voice added, "And of course we know that a wife is a lot more enthusiastic, a lot more appealing and very inviting when she is fucking a man other than her husband. She sheds her inhibitions and loosens up completely. A wife who after the boring routine of marital intercourse and the drudgery of home sex may come to "feel it is disgusting to be kissed down there [pointing between her legs]" will think nothing of immediately going directly anal the very first time with a total stranger. That is just the way women are."
Betsy laughed, "Yes, and you would be the prime example, wouldn't you, Janet?"
Janet blushed softly and lowered her eyes as she glanced at Penny.
Penny laughed and kissed Betsy, holding hands like teen-age lovers. Betsy was so smart, so clever and so creative! Betsy kissed Penny with a full-mouthed kiss, her slim figure almost swallowed up into the vast enormity of Penny's breasts. All the other women pitched in to handle and fondle Penny, quivering with desire, laughing with pleasure and happiness. Penny reached over to the left and right, feeling into the first pairs of trousers she touched, holding two hard cocks in her hands. All the men were just as ready as she!
Betsy turned to Penny's husband, "I think it's time we take you upstairs."
He protested, "Why? This is starting to get fun."
Betsy gripped his arm firmly with her very taut muscular hands, "Because she is going to start fucking any time soon, and needs her privacy."
He could not believe he was being told to get out, "What do you mean 'needs her privacy'? She is going fuck and be fucked in broad daylight, in front of everyone, to be gang-raped by a bunch of lesbians and fuck all the men in sight, and you say she 'needs her privacy'?"
Betsy was too strong for him. Edith came over to help and together they took him out of the living room, practically dragging him kicking and screaming up the stairs.
