What Happened Ch. 01

What happened.

Wet, stoned, naked, sore, and covered in the ooze of some thorough fucking. I am out-of-work poor and have been since the economy crashed in 2008.

I worked as a welder in an assembly plant in Albuquerque and was one of the last to be laid off as the factory crashed. I did not weld for almost three months. But I drew a paycheck for a full forty hours and usually more for the sexual services to the upper managers who hadn't yet been impacted by the lousy economy.

Eric, my husband, had no idea that I was the punch board at work, and that I had been coming home to him with all three holes lined with cum. I had frequently been on that bed for ten hours a day, which gave me twelve hours of pay. As an assembly welder, wages were thirty-nine dollars-an-hour, so I had netted a hot four-hundred-sixty-five dollars by little more than laying on my back.

When the president told me my job was as secure as the company, but that he had a new job for me, I was happy to have a job. He and I went for lunch to discuss the new position. In my heart, I knew when he told me he wanted me to have sex with the clients, that I would do it to keep a job. My position as the Company Social Chair was born.

There had been a surprise sexual partner today. The president of the company was out of town, and there was a chance I was going to be able to be home early. That was when Elaine came into the plant and wanted to know where everyone (5 people) was working. Eleven more people were still drawing a check that day, and were out of the building, attempting to drum up another sale of our product.

Elaine caught me at about nine in the morning. She opened the door to the board room, where I was sucking Dwight's ass while he jerked off into his bright blue lacy silk panties. She let that go, but remarked with surprise." Dwight, how big is your cock?"

She then stood at the open door and stared as Dwight never missed a stroke. He replied, "Elaine, I intend to see what her groom sees. I'll bet you would love Karen's tongue on your pussy. I love it, and every day that I am in the factory, we do this."

Elaine, "Yikes, Dwight, I have known you for fifteen years. Why have you been hiding that gorgeous cock? Heaven pray to tell, why are you jerking off when her pussy is right there?"

"Karen, would I be able to sample that bald little pussy?"

I replied, "I am here for you, Mrs. Slit, and I have never been with a woman. I don't have to be home for another hour and forty-five minutes, and as hot as I feel, it might be the perfect time for another first."

Elaine quickly stripped off her jogging tights to reveal a bright red landing strip and a bald pussy. She finished undressing when her work-out bra came off over her head, and her milk-filled breasts flopped, or maybe plopped down against her rib cage with a little moan from her mouth.

She quickly attached her mouth to my vagina and had her hands in her crotch.

Dwight didn't know the Boss's wife as a hot wife and had not known she was nursing her one-year-old. He had always watched her voluptuous figure.

He dropped his cock, moved his ass from my mouth, and started sucking Elaine's nipples. I was quickly pleased with what evolved into a three-link daisy chain.

My first pussy, my first time to be eaten by a woman, and the first time the company had paid me two hundred dollars an hour.

As a welder in an assembly plant in Albuquerque, I was one of the last to be laid off as the factory crashed. I did not weld for almost three months. But I drew a paycheck for a full forty hours and usually more for the sexual services to the clients and upper managers who hadn't yet been impacted by the lousy economy.

I knew the building would soon be locked forever, and I was aware that only six of us were left. Laying on the firm king size mattress, I was tempted to spend the night.

Eric, my husband, had no idea that I was the punch board at work, and that I had been coming home to him with all three holes lined with cum. I had frequently been on that bed for ten hours a day, which gave me twelve hours of pay. As a welder, wages in the assembly were thirty-nine dollars per hour.

Unfortunately, Dwight and I were fired the next pay period.

I still needed to earn a living, and my groom had realized quickly after we married that I had to have more sex than he could provide, so he converted the second office at his company warehouse into a courtesan lounge and mirrored bedroom, He did it for me to turn tricks to help promote his business.

We eventually hired more women, and the rest is another story.