Slave For Hire

"You will strip my husband now and then you will undress me. I am much more demanding than my husband so you better please me if you expect any kind of tip." She reached for her purse and I turned towards her husband.

His suit was very expensive and every inch of the man screamed wealth and class. I helped him out of his suit jacket and hung it up on a hanger from the closet. I undid the cuff links, I had to reach all the way up, almost tiptoes, to undo his tie and reach the collar buttons. He had an impressive body under the shirt. Even though he had to be in his mid forties He was in great shape. Far better shape than my own Chet. He bent to kiss me briefly and then indicated with his body language and gesture that I should continue. I took off his shoes and socks and then unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, His considerable bulge was obvious inside his silk boxers.

Alive with anticipation, I lowered his underwear. He had one of the finest penises I have ever seen in my life. As Goldylocks would say. Not too big, not too small but just right. He was uncircumcised and he kept his pubic hair closely cropped. It was the same sandy blonde as the hair on his head. I moved to kneel in preparation of sucking him off when Mrs. S announced "You don't get to please him until you have pleased me. If you meet my standard then my husband can use you. I won't have my husband dissipating his precious essence with inferior women. Come over her and undress me. You will preform that task slowly and you will do your best to excite me."

I gazed at Mrs. S and noticed that she had a double headed dildo in her left hand. Her eyes followed my gaze. "Yes Cinnamon I get to fuck you first. Make me cum and my husband get to enjoy you. You really want to make me happy. I am a real bitch when I don't get to cum. If you bore me I will tie you to the bed and make you eat pussy all night until you get it right. I like your body, you have a figure a complexion and a face to die for so I am already predisposed to enjoying you. Don't disappoint me."

I approached her and bent low then I took her stole and set it gingerly aside. She was wearing a midnight blue, almost black, evening gown. Mrs. S, looked like she was poured into it. I noted that her skin was clear and even, she was a bit darker than her husband, I guessed that her heritage was Eastern European. She looked like the models that come from there. She did have just the faintest hint of an accent which I could not place.

I kissed her again and then I gingerly lowered the zipper on the back of her gown. As I lowered the zipper my tongue traced the bones of her spine. With as much erotic skill as I could muster I lowered the bodice of her dress and slid the garment the rest of the way off her body. Beneath it she wore a white shelf bra, white lace panties, and a garter belt and beige stockings. She really DID look like Wonder Woman. Each centimeter of skin I bared was graced with a kiss and a nibble. After getting her bra off I teased each nipple erect with my lips, tongue and teeth. Her tits were magnificent, better than mine actually. I kissed my way down each leg as I removed her stockings. At last I lowered her lacy bottoms. Her thickly thatched but nicely trimmed bush cam into view. In all honesty I found myself quite heady after seeing her naked. Her beauty shamed my own. I made a move to plunge my mouth into her sex when Mrs S. stopped me.

We broke for a glass of champaign and some caviar. We sat in silence for some minuets, After all our glasses were empty Mrs S. Said. "Now Cinnamon. I am going to tie you down and fuck you. I will say that you have put me in the mood. However I find that I can get where I want to go after I have had some champaign. Come here Cinnamon."

I followed Mrs S. to the bedside. A frame had been erected around the bed The options were silken ties or leather cuffs. Mrs, S chose leather cuffs. In no time I was spreadeagled and watching fascinated at one end of the Dildo disappeared up Mrs. S's pussy. I had been soaking wet since back when my blouse had been sold. Gingerly, yet aggressively, she entered me.

I'd done a lot in college but I'd never done double penetration before. It was really fantastic having Mrs. S. grind against me and manipulate the end of the dildo inside me It usually takes me a while to work up a head of steam and let out my orgasms but I had been turned on tonight since Chet left for work. Faster than I had ever cum before I let out a moan and entered orbit. Mrs S. was only a little while behind me. As soon as she had cum she embraced and kissed me, Both of us came again. It was heaven.

After lying close for a while Mrs. S spoke again. "You are excellent Cinnamon. My husband is going to fuck your mouth now while I find out how sweet that little orange pussy of yours tastes."

Wordlessly she withdrew from me and nodded to Mr. S. He straddled me at a perfect angle for me to suck his cock. I didn't need to be told, I began sucking to the best of my abilities. Almost immediately I felt Mrs. S tongue enter my slit. She was as talented with her mouth as she was with the dildo. She was so talented and the pleasure was so great that I had trouble focusing on giving head to her husband. I knew instinctively that I had to do as good a job with the husband as I did the wife. With gusto and determination I worked on the long beautiful penis. I lost track of time but finally Mr. S grunted and froze in position. He came in a regular torrent and I tried to catch all of it with my mouth. I swallowed much of it but there were still gobs on my chin and chest.

The two of them stood over me on opposite sides and then they both started working on my breasts. They were both supremely talented. Their tongues worked their way over practically every inch of my body. I was in heaven and then it was time for another caviar and champaign break. Mrs. S. freed me from my bonds and I shared in the luxurious food with them. I knew I was doing a good job because both Mr. and Mrs. S wore contented smiles.

Mrs, S. had me get down on all fours, lovingly stroked my hair, and told me to be silent. "I will talk to Mrs. Jones to determine the name of the agent you work for. I'd like to hire you for an entire weekend so that all of my friends could enjoy your charms. As to what my husband and I are going to do. Since you have proved yourself worthy he will now fuck your pussy and then your asshole. Sometime after those tasks are completed I will jerk him off into your lovely hair. We will then find out how well you eat pussy. When the night concludes you will redress us. I will tell you now that currently you are up for a rather nice tip. You can still lose it if you do not perform spectacularly for the rest of the time we have allotted to us. Mr. S had me get on all fours on the bed as he fucked me doggie style. Mr. S is a real pro with his tool. While her husband was fucking me Mrs. S. sat in a chair watching us while she masturbated. Mrs' S. matched her own rhythm to that of her husband's trusts. Mrs S. and I came at almost the same time. I was amazed at Mr. S. recuperative powers he was ready to take my asshole in almost no time. This was the part I feared getting right the most. Chet and I don't do anal that often, it just really not our thing. The room came equipped with lubricant and Mr. S. gently greased up my back door. I found his almost total silence a little creepy. It occurred to me that since we had entered this room only Mrs. S. had spoken to me. At first I thought that Mr. S's cock would tear me apart but that fear was only momentary. I adjusted to his shaft and got as comfortable as I could while he worked in a steady pace that was practically mechanical. Before long I found myself enjoying the experience a great deal. I felt him come deeply inside me.

While Mr. S. was trekking down the Hershey highway Mrs. S. stood at the front of the bed and watched my expression. I could not read hers at first but at length she smiled, stroked my hair and caressed my cheek.

"Very good slave. Very good." She said. Mr. S. withdrew from me and indicated that I was to turn around. I sat on my butt and faced him. For the first and, as it turned out, the only time that evening he kissed me. It was a strong, manly kiss. I had not been kissed like that in quite a while. Chet tries hard but his kisses just never quite reach the mark.

It was time for another round of food and liquor while Mr. S's equipment recharged itself . While we ate Mrs S. snuggled close and embraced me. We exchanged a steady stream of kisses. Mr. S. seemed to enjoy the exchanges between myself and his wife. He wore a contented smile. Through a gap in the curtains I noticed that the darkness of the evening was beginning to abate.

Mr. S. Signaled that he was ready and his wife positioned me at the foot of his chair. Mrs. S. stood over me and jerked her husband off. He came in my hair, something which I most assuredly did not like but I was not about to let any emotion of disapproval cross my countenance. Once Mr. S. was finished ejaculating Mrs. S. spoke again.

"We are running out of time darling, let's see if you can get me off. I was still sitting on the floor. I rose up on my knees and placed my mouth on Mrs. S's succulent pussy. It had been quite a while since i had eaten pussy but before long it all came back to me. Mrs. S. emitted a delightful moan and I realized that I had earned myself a nice tip for my services.

A short time later I helped Mrs. S. smooth out her hair and poured her back into her dress. With a thorough attention to detai,l and with as much respect as I could muster, I redressed Mr. S. He removed the collar from my neck and handed it to his wife. She smiled at me and said. "There are lots of nice memories in this collar. Perhaps we can do this again?" Mrs S. whispered in her husband's ear and Mr. S. produced a money clip. He set 2,000 dollars down on the dresser. Almost as soon as the Mysterious and beautiful S's were out the door Iola Jones entered.

"My they look happy You must have done an excellent job." Iola handed me a cheap track suit and a pair of dollar store sneakers. She also brought Henry's cell phone and my makeup bag. There was also an envelope with 1, 500 in cash and my car keys. The valet was off duty at this hour but my car was not hard to find. I don't remember the tune I hummed on the way home.

Mandy was asleep on the couch. I sneaked past her and took a shower. When I woke her up I explained that I hadn't wanted to disturb her so I took a shower to give her a bit more shut eye. She had no reason to doubt my story. I gave her what she considered a generous tip and sent her home. I watched until she was safely back in her house then I reentered mine. Before I forgot I slid my wedding and engagement rings back on the third finger of my left hand.

I spread my money out on the bed and smiled one of my biggest smiles ever. Some I would send to my ex-employer. What wasn't need to help with the family budget I would place in my private account in the bank. It would be about an hour before Chet got home. I would definitely give him a surprise fuck, my victory lap as it were.

Henry's cell phone rang. "Cinnamon! " he said delightedly. "The reports on you last night are phenomenal! If I didn't know better I'd swear that you were an old hand at this line of work. I do believe that this is the beginning of a wonderful relationship."

I smiled, recalled the evening and gazed at all my wonderful green bills.

"I quite agree Henry. I quite agree."