I look over at the clock. 5:15. He knows I need to go, but he also knows he controls me now, so he's taking his time. I'm tired and sore from the past three days and ready to go home. I reach down and dig my nails into his ass as he keeps slowly pumping into me. Trying to speed things along, I start grinding my hips, pulling him into me and talking dirty in his ear. "Fuck me harder, hurt me with your cock. It feels so good inside me. Fill me up! Fill me with your cum! Use me like a whore. Your whore! Fill me up! I'm your whore! Your whore!" I've learned that last one sends him over the edge because he knows he owns me. Moments later, he grunts, and I feel his cock spasm.
As he softens and slips out, he looks down at the mess he's made, smiling. He rolls over, laying on his back, taking in his orgasm. He doesn't have to say anything, I know what to do. I lean over him, and take him into my mouth, cleaning off his cock and balls. He reaches down and pinches my nipple, as I feel his semen run out of me and down my leg. Finally, he gets up and walks into the bathroom to take a shower before he goes to the bar to meet Frank and Drew, his two top sales guys for this month. I reach down and grab the sheet, wiping his mess off of me. I look down and see how red and swollen I am.
Damn, what have I become?
I stand and strip the sheets again, for the third time today, getting the apartment ready for next week.
I'm here because of a bad decision. A decision that seemed to make sense at the time. It's all my fault. I had a weak moment and brought this on myself. I could have stopped it. Maybe. At least in the beginning. But now? I'm too far past that point. I have to live with what I've become. A whore. His whore.
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My husband, Pete, is in investment sales at his firm. He in his late 40s, and has been at the firm since college. Over the past few years, he has been forced to take a lower salary, and his commission structure was changed. The market is not what it once was, and men his age are being cycled out for the younger MBAs who work for less than half the pay and work longer hours. We lost most of our savings during the great recession, and we've been struggling financially since. We downsized the house and started living more modest, but with the recent announcement of corporate restructuring, we weren't sure what to do. To make things worse, our twins just started college, and while they both received partial scholarships, the added expense forced us to pull the last of our savings to pay for their first year. The stress had also taken its toll on our marriage. We had become more like roommates than husband and wife, and our sex life had dwindled down to just a quickie once or twice a week before bed. The romance was gone and it seemed we were just going through the motions of life, leaving me unsatisfied and unfulfilled.
My husband's boss, Ian, is in his early 30s. He is an Ivy League grad and was hired a year ago to begin the corporate restructuring. Two months ago, he invited the sales team, and their significant others, on a corporate retreat to discuss the next phase of the business plan, downsizing. His long-time friend, Ray, was recently let go for no apparent reason. Pete knew he was probably going to be laid off too, but we went anyway just to have one last company paid trip. We'd just have to figure out what to do next. I've picked up a few bookkeeping jobs on the side now the twins are gone, but it wasn't going to be enough to sustain us. I've been out of the workforce for almost 20 years, and nobody wants to hire a 46-year old accountant. We needed a miracle.
After their golf tournament, there was a buffet dinner set up on the lawn at the clubhouse for the sales team and their spouses. We mingled with the crowd, making small talk, but everyone was in their late 20s and early 30s. It was apparent we didn't fit in with this younger crowd anymore. I had suggested to Pete we go back to the room, as I wanted to finish what he had started just before he left. We had sex earlier before his game, but he finished just as I was getting turned on. I wanted more.
As we started walking away, Ian stopped us. He introduced himself to me and led us over to some overstuffed chairs around an empty fire-pit. As we walked, I noticed how strikingly handsome he was. He's just over 6', fit, polished and has piercing blue eyes. I wasn't sure if he was married, but if he wasn't, he wouldn't be single long.
They started talking about business, and before I knew it, Ian had order yet another round of drinks. After half an hour of talking about nothing, Pete had two more drinks, all pushed by Ian. Pete was tipsy. No, Pete was drunk. It was at that point that Ian dropped the news. He told Pete his position was being downsized. We both looked at one another, knowing this was probably coming. Despite his inebriation, he understood the message and took it with dignity.
Letting the shock sink in, Ian stared at me for a few moments, and then back at Pete, who was staring into the fire. He then said he still needed to fill the sales manager slot, as Ray was recently terminated. He wanted to recommend Pete for the position. It would be a pay increase, different bonus pool, but it would include weekly travel with the sales team in the satellite offices.
While it needed board sign-off, Ian knew he could get the position approved. Ian asked if he was interested. Pete was shocked, he just nodded his head 'yes'. Ian stood, gazing at me again, almost to the point of being uncomfortable, then left to mingle with the other members of his team. Pete and I stared at one another and smiled. What a sense of relief, but at the same time, he would be taking his friend's old position. Ray never told Pete what happened, just that Ian let him go.
I grabbed his hand to go back to the room, but the waitress set down another round just as I stood. He handed me the drink and made a quick toast to his new job. We talked about what this would mean for us, financially, and it seemed to lift a huge weight off both of us. Pete ordered yet another round. I objected, as he was already drunk, but I know he's been under a lot of pressure lately, so I didn't cut him off when I should have.
Another drink later, Pete was beyond drunk and started bragging about the new position to a couple of the other younger team members who were standing nearby. I pulled him away, and walked him to our room. He passed out as soon as he hit the bed. I pulled his shoes and pants off, then covered him with the sheet. He was being an ass, but I knew he was just blowing off some of the pressure that had built over the past few years. Life had been rough and he was always there, doing what he could to support me and the boys.
I took a shower, put on my chemise and sat in the chair in the corner of the room. I felt a sense of relief, knowing that our financial troubles were over. At least it seemed. I looked back over at Pete. He had been stressed lately, so I had to give him a pass for the way he acted. Opening my iPad, I went on to Literotica and started searching for a story to read. I was feeling relaxed from the good news, the warmth from the drinks and decided I'd take care of myself, since he was in no shape for sex. After looking over several stories, I found a multi-part series from one of my favorite authors and started reading. I usually don't touch myself when I read, I just let the build-up take hold and then climax when I can't take any more.
I was fantasizing being the main character in the story and had just started the final chapter. I felt tingling all over when there was a knock at the door. We weren't expecting anyone, but I put my iPad down and walked over. I could feel the wetness between my legs as I walked to the door.
I was going to have a good orgasm when I sat back down.
I opened the door.
It was Ian.
He looked at me with those blue eyes, then past me, seeing Pete passed out in the bed. Looking back at me, his eyes fixated on my nipples poking through the thin silk. I quickly crossed my arms, covering myself as he continued staring. "Pete didn't do anything to help himself earlier. He knows better than to brag like that, especially in front of those young guys. I can't have my sales manager act like a dick in front of guys that would be working for him. I'm afraid I can't recommend him for the promotion."
"Ian, NO! Please! I'm soo sorry. I shouldn't have let him have the last couple of drinks. Please. He needs this job.
