The Faithful Wife

Jackeline was not especially beautiful, sexy or fuckable. In fact, she was a normal woman in her early thirties, with a regular face and a regular (albeit slim) body. Don't get me wrong, she was not to be dismissed... She is dark-skinned, as tall as me, slim and with a pretty face, and even more when she wears contacts instead of her glasses. Her full lips are always painted red, and she has a nice smile. But among the receptionists of the building I work in, there were others that would be better targets, since they were or much more attractive than Jackeline or more responsive to my approaches and therefore easier to fuck.

The question here, though, is what makes you horny. For me, that's the prudish, married, faithful ones, like Jackeline.

Every day when arriving I greeted her, and she answered me without looking into my eyes, being polite but making a point of not giving much attention. The same happened when I left, with her way of answering making it very clear that she would never give me enough space to try anything. And it's important to say that I wasn't the only one - she never, ever gave space to anyone, being always professional but clearly imposing a very hard limit so to avoid anyone making a move on her.

But unbeknown to her, this was exactly what made me want so bad to fuck her...

I thought I would never have the chance, though. I knew she was married with kids, and I knew that, although on the poor side, she was not impressed even by the money of the much more richer guys that sometimes have tried to hit on her, and therefore she would never be impressed by my somewhat rich self.

But life sometimes surprise us.

That day I needed to arrive early to finish some reports before noon and, as soon as I walked out of the elevator, I turned to say hello to her. She wasn't on her usual spot, though, and I have already started to walk towards the glass doors that separate the corridor from the work cubicles when I heard her voice, clearly agitated, telling someone:

- But how? How can we get this money until the end of the month? It's impossible!

Her voice was coming from the corridor that leads to the toilets. As the receptionists were not allowed to speak on their mobile while working, it was common to find one of them standing in that corridor, that had no cameras pointing to it, to call someone when needed.

I halted immediately and, turning around, walked slowly and silently towards the corridor, stopping a few meters before reaching it so she could not see me. After a pause, where the person on the other side of the line was speaking, she continued, her voice starting to crack, nearly crying:

- How could you do that to me, mom? How? Now I will lose the house, and I don't even have the money to pay rent. Carl is unemployed, and with the girls my payment isn't even enough to put food on the table.

The call continued for a few minutes, and using the little pieces here and there I found out that a year before she had signed some papers her mother asked her to without reading them, as her mother told her they were about her late father's pension. IN reality, she put her house as a guarantee for a loan her mother took to open a business that, now, had gone belly up, and her house would be auctioned if she didn't pay ten thousand dollars until the last day of that month.

Now, let me say that I never, ever thought about blackmailing someone for sex, first because I have no problem getting pussy (someday I'll tell you about Rhonda and Kamilla, other receptionists I fucked), second because it was not something I thought my conscience would let me do.

But, as I said, Jackeline's prudishness was like an aphrodisiac to me.

When she finally ended the phone call, she was crying, still in the corridor. At this point, my brain (and my other head) had already formulated a plan, a devious one, that would end with her not losing her house, and with me very, very happy. Walking as if I weren't aware she was there, I covered the small distance to the corridor and turned, feigning surprise when I saw her crying, leaning against the wall. She was startled to see me, and trying her best to control herself she stopped crying and tried to go back to her work spot, but before she could pass by my side I said:

- Jackeline, are you crying? What happened???

- No... No, I wasn't.

- Yes, you were. - I said affectionately. What is happening, can I help somehow?

She couldn't control herself anymore and started crying again. I got closer to her and, touching her arm, I said:

- Please, tell me what happened. I can't let you get back to your table like that...

She was probably so sad she couldn't avoid telling me the truth anymore:

- I... I'm having some problems at home...

- What problems? What is it? - I continued with my friendly tone.

- I... I don't know if I should tell... I don't want to take your time...

- Jackeline, come on... - I said softly - You're clearly preoccupied. Let me at least hear what it is, maybe I can help.

She seemed to think for some time, while I got some tissues from my backpack and handed to her. After wiping her eyes, she finally said:

- My mom... She lost some money in an investment where I was a guarantor, and now I have to pay. As I don't have the money, they will auction my house...

Her crying restarted, but harder this time. I let her cry for a few seconds before asking:

- How much?

- What?

- How much do you need to pay?

- Ten thousand... And I have no savings, my husband... He has been unemployed for some time...

I didn't answer her, so I could observe. The fact she was still there, by my side, suggested she thought, in her desperation, that maybe I would show her a way out of that, as absurd as it could be at that point. After some time, as I didn't say anything, she finally started to move, saying:

- It's best that I go back to work...

I stopped her, holding her arm softly, and said, as if I was thinking about something:

- What if I could help?

She looked at me with an expression somewhere between surprise, hope and shame, and after a few moments she said:

- No... No, I couldn't...

- Yes, you could. It's my money, nobody has anything to do with it.

- But... But it's a lot of money. How will I repay you?

- You will not. The money will be yours to keep.

Her eyes widened even more, and she opened her mouth to say something but didn't. At this point, my cock was hard, and I could fuck her there and then. I knew, though, that I needed to tread carefully if I wanted to succeed.

- You... You would give me the money? Why? - she asked, confused.

- Look, Jackeline... What I will propose is a one-time-only offer. If you say no, it's no forever, If you say yes, though, you will be able to save your house for your kids. In fact, I will give you more than the ten thousand - I will give you fifteen thousand, so you can save some money and be prepared if something unexpected happens.

She was more confused than ever, looking at me with a question mark in her eyes. I finally decided it was time, and said:

- I will give you this money if I can have six hours with you.

She didn't understand what I was saying, and replied:

- With me? What do you mean?

- You know, Jackeline... You are very pretty, and I like you very much... So, if you make me happy for six hours...

Now she got it.

Her face turned red, and her expression changed to something between ire and indignation, but ignoring her I continued:

- Here is the deal: next Friday we will go to a hotel. You will get a day off, as I know you can turn extra time in days off, and will meet me there at 10AM. You will wear a sexy dress, with sexy underwear and sexy make-up, and you will do everything I want - everything - as long as it doesn't hurt you permanently, and I repeat, permanently - if it hurts only while doing it, you will have to do. At 4PM you can go, and you will get the money the next day. Now I'm going back to my desk, and when I leave at the end of the day you will tell me if you agree or not.

And I turned and left without waiting for a reply.

That happened on a Monday, and for the days that separated us from Friday she did her best to not even look at me. Every time I passed by her desk at reception (when going to the bathroom, or to get some water) she looked the other way. I sincerely thought that she was never going to accept my offer, and I was not going to ask, as she could record me or do something similar to try to blackmail me.

On Thursday, though I got a nice surprise. Normally, the receptionists leave at 6PM, and I rarely do the same, staying until 7PM or later as I did that day. I had already left the building and was turning left on my way home when I felt someone touch my arm from behind, spooking me. When I turned, though, I suddenly realized I was going to get what I wanted so badly: it was Jackeline, her chocolate skin almost pale, that stopped me.

- Hi, Jackeline. How can I help you? - I said nonchalantly, not touching the subject on purpose.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally said:

- I... Mr. Jones... I... Please, please, I need that money. I can pay you back, I'll work extra hours, get a second job, but I will repay you!

- Oh, I'm sorry... I already said I can't loan you that much money. Ten thousand! It's a lot of money...

- Please, Mr. Jones... Don't make me do that... thing you asked me. Please! I'm a married woman, I have two little girls and love my husband... He was my first boyfriend, I have never... been with anyone else!

She probably thought her pleas would soften me, but they were only making things worse for her. First boyfriend? So she never had anyone else? And as I knew they were very religious, she would probably be still green in some types of sex - and I was planning to do all I could with her.

- I don't know what you're talking about... You asked me for money, I said no, and that was it. What things are you suggesting you could do in exchange for the money?

I'm a good actor, believe me. Anyone that could hear that conversation would think she was the one offering me something for the money, not the way around, and judging by the way her expression changed, she finally got what I was doing. Her face went red by what I thought was a mix of rage and shame, and at that moment she could see there was no escape. If she wanted the money, she would have to go to bed with me.

A few seconds pass, as she was apparently trying to decide what to do. To accelerate things, I looked at my watch and said, already turning to leave:

- Look, Jackeline, I'm sorry I can't help you. Since you're not telling me what you are offering, I think I'm gonna go. Good luck with the money.

- No, no, please!

She held my arm firmly and I stopped, looking directly into her eyes. She was clearly defeated... With tears forming into her eyes once again, she said in a weak, cracking voice:

- I... I see what you're doing...

- Well, I'm not doing anything apart from trying to leave...

- Ok. Ok, you son of a bitch! - she said, still in a very low voice but meaning it.

- Ok what? Last chance... What are you offering me?

- I... I'm going to a hotel with you.

- And...?

- And - oh, god, please, please don't do this to me...

- Ok, that's it, I'm going home.

- No, no!! I'll do anything you want!

I was already two steps away from her when she said that. I looked around to be sure nobody else heard it, as she said it a little too loud, and got back near her before answering, a wide grin on my face:

- Anything what?

- Anything... Sex...

- So, let me make this clear: you're offering me to go to a hotel with me and have sex, doing everything I want, and in turn you want me to give you ten thousand dollars?

- Y... Yes.

She was crying softly now.

- For how long? I mean, ten thousand is a lot of money. I could have any prostitute I wanted, even the most expensive ones, for an entire day or more, probably. Someone like you, I believe I could have for a month...

She would kill me if she could, but instead she answered, hate in her voice:

- From 10AM to 4PM. Tomorrow.

- Well, well... Let me put this in short: you're going with me to a hotel tomorrow, and you will be at my disposal from 10AM to 4PM to do anything I want: vaginal sex, anal sex, oral sex, to drink my cum, to be a good little sex slave. Is that correct?

Judging by her face, I thought I had pushed it too much and she would bail. But it seems she didn't have an option, as she replied after a few seconds, in a barely audible voice:

- Yes, you... you...

- Ok, ok, then. Now I get it. Well, I think that in this case I will accept your offer. But I expect to see you very sexy tomorrow, dressed as the little slut you are and using make-up and contacts. Did I make myself clear?

She nodded, unable to say anything without crying. I got a piece of paper and a pen from my bag and wrote the address of a very nice hotel nearby, a five stars with a beautiful view of the sea and a jacuzzi on its suites, and giving it to her I said:

- Tomorrow, 10 AM, you will go to the reception of this hotel and ask for my name. The receptionist will tell you the room I'm staying, and you will meet me there. And have in mind that if you refuse to do anything I ask you, even if this happens after a few hours we were together, you will not get your money - not even a part of it. It's all or nothing - you will be mine completely or you don't get a penny. Ok?

She nodded again, and I finally left.

I went to the hotel that same day, but not before stopping by a sex shop and buying handcuffs, a gag, some ropes and plenty of lubricant gel.

After checking into the hotel and giving a very good tip to the receptionist - together with instructions to send Jackeline up without asking questions the next day - I had dinner and went to the room to get a good night sleep, as I wanted to be in my prime the next day.

It was 10:05AM when I heard a faint knock on the door of the room. I was dressed only in a robe that came with the expensive suite when I opened the door and found Jackeline there in a cheap but very sexy red dress, her hair loose (she normally used her hair in a chignon as all the receptionists were instructed to do), her lips in a very inviting red and no glasses as I asked. My first instinct was to fuck her there and then, but I knew I would have all the time I wanted, so I contained myself as well as I could and opened the door wide so she could enter.

She entered the room with her arms folded, clearly uncomfortable. Even so, when she got to the spacious living room (the suite had four pieces plus a bathroom) I could see the curiosity in her expression as she scanned the view and the room itself. I got the champagne I had ordered and opening it poured two glasses, extending one for her.

- No... I don't drink...

- Today you do.

She hesitated but extended her arm and took the glass.

- To the hours of pleasure we will have here.

I touched her glass and drank some champagne, and after a few seconds she did the same. She tasted the liquid and I could see she liked it, although she didn't say anything.

- Mr. Jones... Please... Please, we can still stop it. Don't do that to me... - she pleaded

- Look, Jackeline, I thought we already have passed this moment. But the door is that way, you can leave if you want. I'm not forcing you to do anything, it's your choice. But this is the last time I want to hear about it. You leave now, or you stop asking me to reconsider.

She had to try, but she knew I would never let her go at that point. She drank the rest of the champagne in one gulp, and asked for more.

- Oh, you liked it. Good! I want you to have fun too, you know? It's not a requirement, I'll have fun anyway, but you can have too if you lose yourself a little.

After she drank the new glass at once again, I took the glass from her hand before she got drunk, as I wanted to be aware of every minute, and embraced her. She was rigid, clearly trying to control herself and avoid running away through the door, when I approached her lips with mine and started to kiss her as I had dreamed about so many times. She didn't kiss me back though, so I stopped and told her with a stern voice:

- You can go!

- W... What???

- You can go.

- But...

- If you're going to be like that, if you're not going to participate, then you can go. I can just call another prostitute for a fraction of what I would pay you and she will be here in no time.

I've used the word "another" on purpose, as the humiliation was part of the excitement for me, and was very harsh. It took her half a minute, but finally she got closer to me, trembling from head to toe, and started to kiss me - this time for real.

I resisted a few seconds to put a little more stress into her, but soon I was too excited to continue and put my tongue inside her mouth, licking and slurping while my hands pressed her ass. She tried to get away, but as I put a little more pressure on her back she stopped and continued to kiss me, the tears starting to flow from her eyes.

I kissed her for at least five minutes, my hard-on pressing hard against her stomach, until I could wait no more. Breaking the kiss suddenly, I took two steps back and said:

- Take of your dress.

At this point, she was crying openly. I confess I felt a little pity, but my arousal was way bigger. She put her hands to her back slowly, opening the zipper and then letting the dress slip to her foot. She was now standing in front of me in her heels, a not-so-sexy pair of panties and bra, and her hands crossed in front of her tits.

- I told you to dress sexy...

- I... I'm sorry... I didn't have any... sexy lingerie.

- It's ok. But put her arms down and let me look at you.

She complied, and I must say that i underestimated her. Her stomach was absolutely flat, her silhouette like a violin and her legs very inviting. The dark tone of her skin was amazing - I love black women - and although I could just imagine her medium-sized tits as they were still inside her bra, they looked gorgeous.

- Now the bra and panties. But keep the heels...

She started to cry harder, but again did as I said, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor and then taking of her panties in a single movement. This time she just stood there, her arms to her sides, completely defeated and crying.

As I imagined, her tits were almost perfect, a little saggy after two children but still marvelous. Her pussy was not well trimmed, but as she almost didn't have body hair her bush was small and nice. I took her hand and guided her to the bed, saying:

- I need to relax at least a little, or I'll cum here and now. We have lots of time to do everything I plan to do, but now I want you to suck my cock and make me cum at once before I explode.

She looked at me with puffy eyes, her tears still rolling, but showing that at this point she was already resigned with her destiny she replied:

- I... I don't know how.

- You don't know how what? - I asked, confused.

- How to... to suck you.

I looked at her, dumbfounded. How could it be, a woman in her late twenties, married with two children?

- You're kidding, right?

- N... No. - she replied, a little ashamed - My husband don't like it. He says it's not right, we only have... hum... Normal sex.

- Normal? You mean vaginal?

She nodded, looking down. As much as I knew that her being so inexperienced would make her blowjob less effective, the simple fact that mine would be the first cock she would suck was more than enough to make up for it.

- I'll teach you. But listen to me: when I'm ready to cum I'll tell you, and you will stop sucking, open your mouth and stay still. If you move, if you don't let me cum in your face and mouth, I'll pay you two thousand less. Understood?