Jenny thinking to herself: I can't believe I've allowed this to happen! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID! Oh my god, just for a little perverted sex I could lose everything.
Jenny still thinking to herself: I have got to make this work. I have some sexy dresses and skirts from before my kids were born. I bet they would still fit. Going home early I try them on, very tight now but still fits. The pleated skirt is so skimpy, I fingered myself thinking of being in the office like this. What if a customer comes in.
So, I went to Macy's and got a few sexy lingerie. Something I didn't really have. Garter belts, nylons, push up bras, sexy lacy panties. Also got some higher heels. I felt like a whore, but I was deadest determined to save my marriage and my life.
I brought my stash of sexy clothes and lingerie to work. I couldn't leave the house this way, but could be at the office. With Covid still an issue, I laid off all employees and rarely got any customers coming in. Today, I put on a pleated short skirt over a pink garter belt, pink panty and black seamed nylons. My top was a sweater top that buttoned down the front along with a pink bra.
That morning a customer came in, a guy. SHIT! I look like a whore, and feel like one.
"Good morning Jenny" the potential customer said. He was fairly sophisticated and well groomed. Already my pussy was starting to get wet. I was panicking and breathing heavily.
"Good morning sir" I said. "How can I help you."
"looking to sell my house and word is, your very good at that."
"yes, well I have some forms for you to fill out, they are in the cabinet" Jenny said.
I walked over to the cabinet, and realized the forms were in a lower drawer. I tried to bend over discreetly but I heard him whistle and say "nice!"
"Thank you I said" very embarrassed and feeling humiliated.
Just then the phone rang. I picked it up and the voice was my tormentor.
"In one hour, be at the hotel" my tormentor said.
"Sir, I have a customer, can this wait?" Jenny asked.
"You now have 59 minutes or everyone you know finds out about you" the tormentor said.
Oh fuck Jenny thought. Grudgingly Jenny told the customer "an emergency came up, can you come back in maybe 3 hours?"
The potential customer said "OK, but you better make it worth my effort" he said with a wink.
I ran into my BMW, drove to the hotel and picked up the key and went into the room and sat patiently. I wondered what the man would be, what he would look like, what I'd have to do. Not knowing sent tingles through my body in excitement and apprehension.
Knock at the door. I opened it, and there was a huge gruff looking black man.
Now I'm not necessarily a racist, but I do see blacks as inferior, so the thought of having to be obedient to this guy was disgusting to me.
He looked me up and down and taking a stick he lifted up my skirt with the stick sliding up my pussy. My legs quivered.
"hold your skirt up slut" the black man ordered.
I held my skirt up facing outside, people walking by could see my panty. This was so humiliating and yet oddly arousing.
The black man took the stick back and smacked my pussy. "OUCH!" I cried out.
The black dom said "I hear you're a cheating little slut! Is that true slut?"
I said with my voice shaking "yes sir, I'm a cheating whore."
"Well, I know how to treat a cheating whore like you!"