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A Salesmans Whore

A.G.Thomas on Wife Stories


                                                 A Salesman\'s Whore

                                                              By

                                                     A. G. Thomas



With a deep sigh of contentment Peter Forest glanced down at the scantly clad woman slobbering over his cock and balls. Who would of ever thought that the uptight bigoted wife of his boss could have so easily been turned into a cock whore he silently chuckled. A cock whore who by the way had been responsible for some of his biggest deals over the past several months. Absently his fingers pushed through her long strawberry blond hair before caressing her ear as his thoughts shifted to his latest prospect.

He was sure that like all his other clients away from the watchful eyes of their wife\'s that the man would request a call girl for a night of fun and games. Well no problems there. He\'d simply put the client up in the suite he reserved at the Marriott Marquis just as he always did and then he\'d call Mrs. Ross and give her a time to be there. What could be easier then that, and to top it off he saved money in the process because unlike a call girl Regina Ross was his to give away as he willed. Life sure was sweet he mused as her brightly painted lips closed over the bulbous head of his nine plus inch purplish black cock.

With her tongue alternating fluttering snake like against the slit on the tip of his cock and lapping against the vein rich underside he looked kindly into her upturned worshipful eyes. God but the bitch could suck dick. She could probably get a contract signed with just her mouth alone. Probably had he silently chuckled. Still though the slut knew better then to deny any of his clients the use of her other holes. So, talented mouth or not, she never left the suite without her cunt, and in quite a few cases her asshole, getting a thorough workout.

The many signed contracts he\'d gotten were testament to that. What neither Regina or any of his clients knew was that the suite was wired. The videos were strictly a precautionary measure in case a client tried to renege. If he were into blackmail the tapes alone would have made him rich and if not, well then he would of had the pleasure of destroying several prominent businessmen.

Another use of the videos was pornography, and he had little doubt that if he were to post them on the internet that he would make a fortune. But there again he drew the line, unless of course the time came where it was necessary to do so in order to destroy someone. Until that time came though it was better to have them for his own, and his friends viewing pleasure.

A smile brightened his face at the thought that at least twice a week for the last three months Mrs. Ross had been fucking those same friends thinking they were clients of his. If she had an inkling that they weren\'t really clients of his though she never said anything. She was such a slut for black pleasuring that he could have arranged for a score or more of negro\'s to gangbang her every week and she would have acquiesced willingly and without the slightest of hesitation.  

A smile curled his lips at the memory of the first time that he had fucked her. It had been at her own house during a party that her husband had thrown to celebrate of all things a huge contract that he himself had pulled off. The old man had fawned on him as if he were the savior of the company while Regina had all but spit in his face. In fact at one point when he had gone out of his way to be friendly she had slapped him. To make matters even worse she had threatened to tell her husband that he had tried to seduce her.

As people had started to leave she had excused herself claiming she had a headache. Instead of him to leaving as he should have he had inconspicuously followed her and several minutes later on her marital bed he had rammed it to her. He had fucked her for no other reason then because she had pissed him off. The next day at work he had sat on pins and needles waiting for the police to arrest him for rape. To his surprise though instead of the police it was Mrs. Ross who stopped by his office minutes before the end of the work day.

After telling him that she had told her husband she was going shopping she had locked his door. Over the next couple of hours as he had drilled her every hole she had lustfully screamed, begged and pleaded for him to fuck her. His taunts that day that she was a black cock slut, a white trash whore to be used by any negro wanting a piece of white tail were gaspingly answered in the affirmative.

In the days and weeks that followed he never once stopped taunting her, never once stopped belittling her during her thrice weekly visits. If anything with each visit his scenarios of other negro\'s using her; of five, ten, twenty of them at a time shoving their hard dark cock\'s into her became ever more vivid, ever more descriptive. Before the fifth week had gone by she was begging him to give her to other negro\'s.

Without batting an eye or with the least bit of remorse he had done so. Not out of vengeance or hatred for in Regina\'s case he felt neither. He did so solely to cement his dominance over and her dependance on him as lover, and if need be and if he so desired, her pimp.  

He had taken her to his suite at the Marriott, and there until the wee hours of the next morning a steady stream of negro\'s had walked through the door of his suite. There wasn\'t a negro on the Marriott\'s night staff that momentous evening that hadn\'t enjoyed the pleasures that her thirty six year old but still tight white body offered at least once. It was then, as cock after cock was thrust into her every orifice, quite often multiply especially during their second using of her, and while he had video taped her degradation that his plan for her had materialized.

Twenty nine negro\'s, eighteen of which had entered his hotel suite a second time, had pleasured themselves with her that night. When finally after better then twelve hours the last one had left and as she lay lethargic and covered in spunk, but still horsely whimpering for someone to shove their black cock into her, for someone to bred her that he had told her of his plans for her.

As he had first wiped her listless body of the majority of cum with damp washcloths then carried her to the bathroom and placed her in the tub he had told her that she would be entertaining his clients. That she would be his personal prostitute which he would freely use to seal and finalize each deal. He had told her that she would be spreading her legs for at least one and sometimes as many as three negro\'s no less then three, and on occasion five times a week. It was a promise that he had readily kept.      


   

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