The tip of the tongue brushed the tip of her clitoris softly, as if either could shatter on contact. It seemed ages before the gentle flicking became harder, yet already the warmth of a building orgasm was present in her gut. Her loins, her brain. Softly, a finger stroked her labia and eventually entered her, probing deeply for several seconds before a second was added.
The first orgasm exploded slowly and gently making Christine moan sexily and pleasing the man responsible, the man whom she had met less than two hours previously, the man whose soft beard teased her thighs as he ruled her immediate feelings with every move he made. He suddenly sucked hard on her nub and took her by surprise to another, stronger orgasm.
Earlier, just before she finished work, Christine had received a text from Mohamed, telling her to go to a hotel for eight p.m. And go to room twenty seven to meet Abbas. She was to be his for the night. She knew she would comply, she was after all a blackmail victim. But she was also pretty certain that she would obey her twenty year old pimp anyway. At thirty eight Christine had become some kind of whore.
Abbas was really good looking. Like Mohamed, born in England and almost totally westernised, he had of course his parents influence. In all, he was a successful and respected man, of indeterminate age and was very fit. He only paid for women because he wanted to, and felt that if they took the money, there was no need to respect them. He was unaware that Christine never saw any money.
Christine liked the look of Abbas right away. She was nervous as all hell because she had never met a 'customer' before, only Mohamed and Kasib had fucked her until now. Tonight, she would become what she herself considered to be a whore. She was scared and very excited. With a deep breath, she approached Abbas.
Her text announcing her arrival had Abbas waiting outside the room, he liked what he saw in the flesh, having read the description sent by Mohamed, his nephew. That boy will go far, was his opinion.
Christine accepted a drink and the odd grope, her nerves ramping up the excitement and making her damp below. She only jumped a little when the zip on her dress was lowered.
Soon she was naked on her back having had her second orgasm from this man's tongue and fingers. She obeyed the command to kneel like a dog and waited as a sizeable cock was rubbed to her entrance.
The shock of the sudden, forceful filling of her quim made her squeal, surprise and a little pain indicated how things were going to proceed.
Abbas Pounded the whore hard, He did his level best to ram his way through to her cervix and thought no more of her comfort. A second squeal brought a smile to his face. "What did you expect, we are not lovers, you are a whore, a slut and I have paid to use you. Your enjoyment is of no mind to me, I am here to fuck some cunt, in this case, yours. So be quiet, Whore."
Christine was unsure if it was the words or the actions that had the most effect. Her next cum was building fast and she was well aware of her status, her position as some one that gave by receiving, and she had no real choice in what she received.
"Your husband is a fool," said Abbas as he pounded Christine's cunt, "He could make money himself but he has let some one else sell your body now. You are owned by a boy and that boy will see your body used by many men for it's purpose. You will be used much in time, you are a whore Christine Cuthbert!"
Oh fuck she thought, my full name. He gave my full name, and that I'm married, she thought, forgetting she still wore a wedding ring. How much has that bastard told about me?
Abbas was ready to cum, no thought for Christine who had already had one orgasm. He increased his force and shot his full load into Chris without warning. He was gratified that she came with him, but would not tell her. Instead, he ordered her to lick him clean.
"Well how was it? Are you alright?" Asked Bob when Chris got home. The boys were in bed asleep and they were alone. She told him. Before she got to the end Bob was fucking his wife whore over the back of the sofa, horny as two goats on Viagra.
