How Did That Happen?

All characters and situations are fictional.

All characters are above the age of consent (18+).

Any similarities with people or places are simply coincidental.

I'm sitting at a table while on break at my fast food job. I just got off the phone, talking to my friend, Carla, about how I desperately need $175.00 dollars to pay for my 9 year old daughter's school. I'm pretty sure that I can get another payday lone against the title to my car, but I hate doing that. The rate is high and it just means I'll be that much shorter when I get paid next week.

I wish my husband made more money, but he does the best he can. And unfortunately, working in fast food is the best I've been able to do since getting laid off at my cleaning job. I have a friend who thinks she can get me on with her cleaning service soon, but that doesn't help today. If only I hadn't dropped out of high school when I got pregnant with my son 12 years ago.

It's not easy being a Latina high school drop out. Fortunately, I met George soon after my son was born. He is a nice guy, and we were friends for a while before we started dating. That has caused some issues because he remembers how promiscuous I was when we first met. While I've never once cheated on him since we got married and had our daughter, the memories of my old lifestyle, and that I got pregnant with him before we decided to get married, has always made him a little jealous of me around other men.

I'm an attractive woman. Sure, not as hot as I was when I was in my teens and early twenties, but I'm still in good shape for a 30-year-old mother of two. I'm a few pounds overweight, but it's all in the right places. My butt is slightly large, but still looks good in a pair of jeans, or in my black work pants. And my tits are larger than they were before I got pregnant. George has never complained about my C-cups.

I have colored my shoulder length hair blonde ever since I was 18. It goes well with my light, naturally tanned skin and dark brown eyes.

Men often hit on me. While I find it flattering, it is sometimes a real pain in the ass. And I have to really be careful of that because of George's jealousy. There were a couple times early on when he had gotten into fights because of men hitting on me, or making inappropriate comments.

"Are you okay, Sandra?" I hear a man ask. I look up and see Frank standing there. I've know Frank for years. We've never been close friends, but we had mutual friends for a long time. And We even went to high school together, though we did not hang out or anything.

He comes here regularly. He's thirty, like me. About six feet tall. He used to be better looking when he was younger. That's probably not nice of me to think, but he hasn't held up as well as I have. He's put on a few pounds in the belly, and is showing signs of balding. I know that he is divorced and that his wife had cheated on him before leaving him for someone else.

Without asking, Frank slides into the booth across from me. "Look, I overheard your phone conversation. It sounds like you're desperate for money."

I'm embarrassed that he heard that. "I always need money. I'm just going to have to borrow it again."

"How much do you need?"

"$175.00 dollars. But that's just the beginning. I'm probably going to be short about $250 this month. So I'll have to borrow at least that much and pay it back next payday. But when our taxes get back we should be able to catch up. And I'm supposed to be getting a better job by the end of the month and then I can quit here and I'll make more money."

"That's good." He said. "What time do you get off?"

I look at the clock. "As soon as the breakfast shift is over. That's part of the problem, I don't get 40 hours here."

"I might be able to help you, if you're willing to help me in return." He says.

"How is that?" I ask.

Frank looks around, I assume to make sure that no one is close enough to hear us. "Well, I don't know how you're going to take this. But I've always thought you were a sexy woman, Sandra. That's one reason why I usually stop in here in the mornings."

Oh my god, now Frank is going to get weird on me. I really don't need this right now. I get ready to tell him so, but he continues, "Look, don't get upset. I'm just making an offer, just hear me out. And I'm not going to push it and really don't want to offend you. But once you get this new job I won't see you anymore, so I have to ask. Look, you had a reputation years ago. I heard several men say that you gave them the best blowjob they've ever had. A couple of guys I know still remember you and still say that when I mention seeing you."

"I'm not that girl anymore." I tell him. "I am faithful to my husband." This conversation is getting uncomfortable.

"I'm not saying that you're not. But please hear me out. I'm willing to give you $300 dollars, and all I would want in return is to experience one of your legendary blowjobs."

"I am not a whore." I tell him.

"Of course you're not. And I wouldn't pay a whore that much money for a blow job anyway. It's just that I've always been attracted to you, and I haven't been with a woman in a long time now. So if you're willing to give me a blowjob, then I'd be willing to give you $300 cash. It would only take a few minutes and nobody would ever know it happened."

The offer is tempting. I really don't want to take out another short term loan. But this is just too much. "I am sorry, I'm flattered that you think getting head from me is worth $300, but I can't do it."

"I understand, but I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try. Especially now that I know you won't be working here much longer.

He starts to get up, then stops, "How about $400 dollars?"

I stare at him. "You've got to be kidding."

"Not at all, Sandra. To me it would be worth every penny."

I am stunned. This man wants to pay me $400 to suck his dick. I have always enjoyed giving head. I have sucked off more men than I should have and never gotten anything financially in return, other than free drinks from guys trying to pick me up back in the day. I still enjoy giving George blowjobs.

"I don't know, I'm married."

"No one will ever know. And besides, a lot of people say that 'Eatin' ain't cheatin'"

I look around, "Where would we do it?" I can't believe that I'm even considering this. But $400 cash would really help.

"How soon before the breakfast shift ends and you get off work?"

"About half an hour from now."

"I can wait here, and when you get off I'll pull around back and pick you up. I know a safe place we can park and you can do it in my car."

"Nothing more than a blowjob, right."

"I wish it was, but that's all I'm asking for."

"Oh my god, you promise that you won't tell anyone."

"Who would believe me if I did."

I don't want to do this, but I can really use the money. So I agree. I'm guessing it won't take longer than five minutes anyway. So I go back to work and he sits at the table nursing his coke. I keep looking over, thinking that he will probably back out and leave. I'm also so self conscious about this that I feel like everyone there knows what is going on.

Finally, my shift ends and I clock out. I motion to Frank and he leaves the building. I get my purse out of the back and walk outside. Sure enough, Frank is sitting in his SUV waiting for me. I jump into the passenger seat and say, "Get out of here before anyone sees us together."

I remain quiet as Frank drives, still wondering if I can really go through with this. Part of me wants to tell him to turn around and take me back. He drives a short distance before parking in the back of a commuter lot.

"We'll be safe here," He tells me, as he parks between two pickup trucks. "No one should be coming back here for a few hours, so we won't be seen by anyone."

I look around and see no sign of movement anywhere. "I don't know about this."

Frank pulls out his wallet and brings out a bunch of twenty dollar bills. He quickly counts out twenty of them: $400 dollars.

"Take your shirt and bra off." He tells me.

"I don't think I can go through with this."

Your choice, you can get out and leave if you don't want the money." He says.

Is he really going to make me walk back if I don't go through with this? I look at the money in his hand. Damn, I really need it. "Can I leave my clothes on?"

"I really want to see those tits, Sandra."

"Damn. Okay." I reluctantly start unbuttoning my work shirt. I pull it off and sit there in my white bra as he gawks at my tits. Then I reluctantly reach behind my back and unsnap it, sliding it off, revealing my ample tits to him.

"Damn, you have some nice titties, Sandra. He reaches over and fondles my left breast. It's all I can do to sit still.

Then he unfastens his pants. He slides his slacks and boxers down to his knees. His cock is hard already. I guess it is about 7-inches long. A little larger than my husband's. His brown pubic hair is trimmed, unlike George. He leans back, waiting for me to begin.

I slowly lean forward. My tits hang down as I close in on the first new dick I will touch in more than ten years. I wrap the fingers of my right hand around his shaft and gently wrap my lips around the head of his cock.

"Oh yes." He says, as I start sliding my lips up and down his shaft. I take the base of his cock in my left and and lower my right to his balls and begin to lightly scratch beneath them.

"Oh my god that feels so fucking good." He tells me.

Frank slides his right hand under me and plays with my left tit as I suck him. I really don't want to do this, but if I'm going to, then I'm going to give him my best. After all, I apparently have a reputation to live up to.

"Lick my balls." He instructs me. I grimace, as that's not my favorite thing to do when giving oral. I have done it, but it was rare. And it's been several years since I have done that to George. Even so, I obediently lower my head, using my hand to raise his sack higher, and begin licking the underside of his scrotum, listening to his moans of pleasure as I do this.

I move my tongue around, caressing his left and right nut at times, then lapping at the loose flesh just above where it connects to his body. Frank squirms with pleasure as I continue. After about three minutes of this he moves my head back up so I can resume sucking his cock.

I work my tongue along the underside of his dick as my lips slide up and down on his shaft. I feel his hand gently squeezing my tit. Sometimes rubbing or pinching my hard nipple. I can feel his dick swelling a little more, becoming even harder in my mouth. His balls become tighter as I softly scratch them, and I know that he is about to cum, so I increase my pace.

"Oh yes, take it all, but don't swallow it yet. I want you to show it to me before you swallow it." He says.

I hadn't thought about that. I have no issue with swallowing cum, although I rarely do it anymore. Most of the time I spit it out onto a towel or something. I sometimes swallow, and that was something I almost always did when I was younger. I guess it only makes sense to do it now. Frank is paying me $400 for this, and I'm sure he doesn't want me to spit a mouthful of cum in his car.

But I'm not thrilled with having to hold it in my mouth and showing it to him first. I would prefer to swallow it as it comes out rather than keep the whole wad in my mouth and drink it down in one gulp.

I don't have much time to think about it. He moans softly and his hips rise up. I feel his cock throbbing in my mouth even before the first blast of cum shoots into me.

"Oh yes, don't stop." He says, as I feel him shoot more and more of his warm, sticky, cum, filling my mouth as it bounces off the palate and coats my tongue and inner cheeks.

It is hard to keep it from oozing out, and even harder not swallowing. Frank is still moaning, and still cumming, so I keep sucking his cock, until I feel him shiver as his cock head becomes sensitive to the touch.

Only then do I pull away. I look up at him, opening my mouth so he can see the large wad of cum I have in there. He smiles, then I close my mouth and swallow.

I feel the entire load ooze down my throat. I am no stranger to cum, but this amount going down at once kind of disgusts me, especially knowing that I am basically whoring myself out.

I swallow a second time, then open my mouth again to show him that his cum is all gone. Well on its way to my belly.

"God that was fucking great." He tells me. "Let's see how that looks."

I scrunch my face in confusion. Then I see him reaching for the handle on his driver's side car door. For the first time I notice his cell phone sitting in the crevice there. He grabs the phone and turns it around and I see that the screen is on.

"What the fuck! Did you record me?" I ask.

"I sure did." He says, as he hits the buttons on the screen and starts playing the video. He uses his finger to fast forward the beginning, where he was driving to this location, to find the part where we had parked.

"I didn't give you permission to record me." I tell him, as he gets to the point where I take the money from him, then I begin removing my work shirt and my bra.

"Delete that." I demand.

"I don't think so." He says.

I stare at the screen as it shows me leaning over and starting to suck his dick. "Oh my god, what are you going to do with that?"

Frank continues watching the video, pretty much forcing me to do the same.

"I think a lot of people would like to see just how good you are at sucking cock." He tells me.

"You can't be serious."

"I certainly am," he says, "why should I care. I'm a single man, so it doesn't matter if anyone finds out that I got my dick sucked. Besides, you only see me from the chest down. All the action is you and my cock."

I am thoroughly disgusted at the sight of me licking his balls and sucking his dick, but I can't tear my eyes away from it.

"I wonder what your boss will say if he sees you accepting money for sex while wearing your work uniform. Not really a good image for the company."

"You can't show that to him. You can't show it to anyone."

Frank laughs. "I can show it to anyone I please. I'm thinking of posting it on a couple porn sites. Maybe I can sell a few copies to people I see at your work to make back some of the money I gave you. I'm sure a lot of people would enjoy seeing you topless and sucking cock."

"No, you can't. My husband might find out. He might divorce me. And I can't risk anyone who knows my kids ever seeing that. They would torment them about it."

"Here's the good part." He says, just as the scene of me making him cum begins. I stare in silence as I watch. Then see myself open my mouth and display the generous amount of cum gathered there, before swallowing it down.

"Please delete that. Here, you can have your fucking money back if you delete it right now."

I grab the cash and throw it into his lap. I realize that his cock is hard once more, probably aroused at watching the video of what we had just done."

"I will agree to delete it in return for keeping the money," he tells me, as he picks it up off of his lap. "But I have one more condition."

"What?" I ask.

"I want you to fuck me."

"No fucking way!" I tell him. "I just sucked your cock, and for nothing apparently. Now you think I'm going to degrade myself more by fucking you?"

"Would you rather that your husband and everyone around here know that you are sucking cock for money. And for people all around the world to see you doing it?"

I don't know what to say. This son-of-a-bitch has me in a very bad position. That video clearly makes it look like I'm a prostitute. George might divorce me if he sees it. I would be ruined. Oh fuck, this wasn't supposed to happen.

"I can't do that." I whisper.

"Sure you can." Frank says. He slides his seat back as far as it will go, then says, "Just take off your pants and climb on top of me. Once we're fucking I'll delete the video and no one will see it."

"Oh my god." I say in defeat.

I don't know what else to do. I slowly unfasten my pants and then slide them down my legs, kicking my shoes off at the same time. Then I remove my pink, cotton panties, revealing my pussy to him. My thin, brown pubic hair is trimmed into a narrow patch above my pussy.

"Do you have a condom?" I ask.

"Nope." He responds.

Figures. I have already swallowed his load, now I'm going to have to take him inside me without any protection. "Let's get this over with."

I straddle him, using my hand to guide his hard cock up into my pussy. I discover that I am wet. I shouldn't be surprised since I had obviously become aroused while sucking him off. While it makes it easier to take him inside of me, I am embarrassed, since I am afraid he will think that I am actually turned on by doing this.

I sit on his cock, feeling him fill my insides. Once my legs are in position I begin riding his cock.

Frank raises his hands and plays with my tits as I bounce up and down on his rod. I do my best not to look him in the face as I fuck him. His hands massage my tits and his thumbs flick my nipples as I fuck him. I feel every inch of his cock sliding in and out of me as I ride him.

The fact that I have to do all the work in satisfying him is nearly as humiliating as knowing that he has blackmailed me into fucking him in the first place.

I am a faithful wife. At least I had been until today. But now I have sucked and fucked another man. And I can't really say that it is against my will. Sure, I do not want to do this, but I feel that I have no choice but to satisfy him with my body.

"Oh, Sandra, your pussy feels so good." He says, as I continue to please him.

His cock fits me well. And in this position I feel my clit sliding against him as I grind away on his cock. It has been five minutes and he is still going strong. I wonder how long he will last after blowing his nut into my mouth just a little while ago.

I catch myself rolling my hips as I fuck him. Oh shit, the stimulation from his cock, along with my clit and the way he is playing with my tits and nipples has aroused my body more than I would have expected.

No, I cannot be enjoying this. That cannot happen. I have to make him cum before my body responds.

I begin fucking him harder and faster. I know that my action makes this even more pleasurable for him, but I have to finish this.

Five more minutes go by, and now I am on the verge of an orgasm. Fuck, please don't cum. I cannot orgasm for this man after what he is making me do. I try my best to hold back. But...oh no...oh no. For God's sake, I am cumming....

"Ohhh." I cuss myself for moaning out loud. Now Frank knows that I am having an orgasm on his cock.

"Yes, cum for me Sandra."

If I wasn't already flush from my climax I would be blushing like hell as I orgasm on top of him. It feels so fucking good. And I cannot stop until he cums.

"Please, let me suck your cock now." I beg, wanting to stop this.

"Oh hell no. I want to cum in your pussy."

But I don't want him cumming in my pussy. And I'm afraid that I'm going to cum again if he doesn't nut soon.

I continue fucking. I'm sure that another five minutes have past, and here I go again.

Shit, I am cumming. Frank is loving the way my body is responding to his cock.

My orgasm subsides, but a third begins almost immediately.

"Ohhh god!" I call out as I shake on top of him. I cannot deny how fucking good this feels.

"Oh shit yes!" Frank says, and I feel his hips rise to meet me. I feel his cum blasting inside my pussy as he joins me in orgasm. We are cumming together. I roll my head back from the intensity of my orgasm as he pumps his seed into me.

"Jesus that was fucking great." He says.

I slide off of him, into the passenger seat. "Delete that fucking video."