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If the reality of unfaithful women isn't your thing you're in the wrong place.

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Another Monday. Doctors will tell you that sperm can live in a woman for up to three days. I was never able to have kids, but all the black seed from the day before seemed to be moving around in me. It was probably just my imagination, but I liked the thought of it. Monday at our little whorehouse continued the increase in business with me handling six clients during the day. When the other girls came in it went to rotation. Another fourteen men took a got their turn with three of us. Evie missed the night because her period started.

We closed at midnight. Fourteen men shared in six hours kept each of us content. Connie wouldn't tell her husband that I'd found help. Every night brought in a couple of her bank customers from her day job. She kind of flirted back with them at the bank. When they realized some cash could get them the fuck of their dreams most were out the same night. I don't think the two weeks I asked her to come in to help me open up nights was going to be the limit as she didn't want to miss a fuck. Nights at home couldn't compare to her passion for trying different cock every night.

Chances were that the sisters-in-laws Evie and Judith would be there every night as well. I asked them to help me during the day. Neither wanted to give up sticking their husbands with the kids for the night. It had gone from teaching their husbands a lesson to something neither one wanted to give up.

The answer to my day help dilemma showed up on Tuesday. Good things happen to me on Tuesday. We found this place on a Tuesday. I fucked outside my marriage the first time on a Tuesday.

ReBecka was my neighbor although we had never met. Her dad was the rancher that wanted to buy the property. He'd been making low-ball offers on the place for years. The lady we bought it from got a kick out of selling to us and not to him.

ReBecka was the stereotypical Mormon blond with blue eyes. She was pretty and tall. I'd guess maybe even as tall as five foot ten. As far as tit size goes she didn't really have any. A killer round ass on her made up for being skinny and flat chested. I asked for her driver's license because she looked fifteen. Damn!

"Happy Birthday!"

"Daddy said until I was eighteen and living at home I had to do what he said. I left once and the cops dragged me back. Well, fuck him, I'm eighteen now."

The easiest thing to tell about ReBecka was that she was stupid. Real stupid. Tree stump stupid. Later she would try to explain that her Mom and Dad were cousins. Some kind of double cousins with mixed Aunts, Uncles, and grandparents. After the explanation as near as I could tell she might me he own fucking sister. It sounded like a recipe for an FLDS child on the Utah/Arizona border or maybe a child of the Kingston's with all the intermarriages. Then there was the stupid voice with the Valley Girl accent.

The only thing more stupid was the kid standing next to her. Brian, her boyfriend. A couple inches shorter than her this loser was holding a skateboard and wearing a hoodie in an effort to look cool. All he projected was a level of ignorance suggesting an IQ even lower than his girlfriend. All I got from him as an introduction was a questioning 'Sup?

"Dad hates this place. Him and his fucking church shit."

ReBecka was looking around with a stupid smirk on her face.

"What do you want, ReBecka?"

"I want a job. I can fuck guys."

I looked at the kid. "Have you been fucking her?"

"Yeah, Mom gets her the pill. Mom said she wasn't raising no grandbabies."

I looked at the skateboard. "How is she getting to work?"

"Yeah, got that covered. Mom says she'll bring her out until we get a car."

"Do you work?"

"Naw, I ain't going to have to if she starts fucking guys here for money."

"That's your plan? Live with your Mom and let your girlfriend fuck strangers to support you?" I questioned him.

"Hey! She wants to do it. I ain't stopping her."

I shook my head at him and looked at ReBecka. "We will give you a try. But, no freaky shit, this fucking asshole here doesn't hang out, and no bubble gum."

I figured an airhead like her would chew bubble gum.

"When do we start?" She asked.

"It's not we. It's you. He is not hanging around. If you can get him out of here now I'll try to get you started. You need to work with me during the days and can work as late as you want at night."

"Hey, I'll go and wait down by the highway for Mom to get me. See ya, Becks!"

What a loser. Love is blind. I gave him my "look to kill" look.

At this time I should be questioning my sanity. A flat chested eighteen year old that looks fifteen? Guys are going to be fucking the hell out of that! Her dad owning the ranch that was on three sides of us. He had been a real asshole. His daughter fucking guys in the whorehouse he hates so much. Perfect!

We chat a little bit. Porter was zipping through videos like crazy. If he was hung up on the 23 year old chicks, wait until he sees this one. I walked ReBecka over towards him.

"That dude's cool. I'd fuck him!"

"Why is that?"

"I don't know? He's old? My dad is about that old."

"He's my husband!"

"Really?? Like you're a whore and you run this place and he's okay with it?"

"He's fine with it."

"You guys are weird."

My mouth fell open. This goof ball was looking at me with one of those "duh?" looks and rolled her eyes. She thought my husband I were weird. I introduced them to each other. It left Porter with a glazed look. First wondering why this ditzy blond bitch with the junior high look was at our place. Then the youth and the flat chest settled in. I know that son-of-a-bitch had a hardon behind that desk.

Thirty minutes later we were still talking about men. Brian had been ReBecka's only sex partner. Same for him. Becka was going on about wanting to fuck other men and hoping some of them had huge dicks. She was asking about fucking guys and what they would expect.

"Just go with you feelings. At one time we tried to hurry the guy and get him off so we could move on to the next. Now all of us let nature take it's course and if it's a thirty minute fuck it's a thirty minute fuck."

"Thirty minutes? I don't think me and Brian get past three minutes."

Then an odd thing happened. Her hand went down the front of her shorts and was rubbing around on her pussy. Her face told on her when she was working her clit. I guess I was staring.

"Go on, I'm listening." Becka murmured.

It was hard for me to talk with a girl masturbating in front of me. She looked like she was going to cum and was right on the edge when she stood up and yanked off her shorts to expose that she wore no panties and then half laid back on the sectional couch in the lobby.

"Damn shorts get in the way."

Suddenly I was looking straight into her pussy as her fingers moved over her clit and into her little wet gash. It was a most outrageous sight as her fingers would slow down after reaching a point of almost being a blur. This skinny teen had a fat pussy. I mean this girl had some puffy cunt lips. Just a sparse hint of blond hair covered the her pubic mound. She even looked younger than before. Guys were going to be in line to fuck this.

Then she exploded in to an orgasm that took her all over the cushions. Her scream as she was cumming got Porter's attention even though he was wearing headphones while watching his fuck/security videos. He rushed over to find her breathless and spent with her hands at her side and her thighs splayed wide open. His stare was locked on her self-fingered cunt.

"Sorry. That comes over me a couple of times a day and I just have to do something about it."

It was hard to tell who was the more shocked, me or my husband. ReBecka casually acted like it was a natural occurrence. Two car doors slamming in the parking lot alerted us to visitors. ReBecka quickly pulled on her shorts. Two men came in. One had fucked me before and had brought a friend. The one I knew choose me as both men gave ReBecka a "what the fuck?" look.

The second man took ReBecka back and fucked her. She made noises for fifteen minutes that could be heard through the walls, including several tirades of "fuck me" and "cum in me". Finally it was a muffled scream as she apparently reached something that her Brian hadn't been able to give her.

The four of us met in the lobby. The buddy that fucked ReBecka started telling his buddy ...

"Your should have seen her naked lying there with her legs open waiting for me. She had a look to her like I was about to fuck some kid I shouldn't be fucking. I mean skinny, no tits, Holy Shit it was hot. And, fuck? God put that girl here to fuck!"

And, ReBecka's turn, in her Valley Girl voice ...

"He was like fucking me, like ... so good. I like, had never cum from some guy fucking me before, and he, like, made me cum twice and at the end he made me cum again so hard I, like, lost it, you know ... and he shot all of this cum in me."

"Sounds like you both made a new fan." His friend chimed in.

That was my guy talking. He didn't compliment me like that. Just said I was good and kissed me. I made it make out kiss and my guy was handling my D-Cups while our tongues were clashing. I heard ReBecka say wow, then heard them kissing. I watched the guy rub her pussy through her shorts. Then her voice made us stop kissing to look at them.

"Wow! That ... like ... just makes me want to have you fuck me again."

"Second fuck, same girl, same visit, fifty dollars." I interjected.

"Do you want to?" He asked her.

"Well, like .. yeah!" She had that stupid quizzical look on her and rolled her eyes. "Like ... whatever"

She took his hand and led him back to the room again. That left me and my fellow awkwardly talking through the next half hour while we waited for ReBecka to get fucked again. It looked like I made the right staffing choice.

I let ReBecka/call me Becka/or just call me Becks fuck the other seven men that came in that afternoon. I wanted her well into fucking strangers and she adjusted well hanging around with Connie, Evie, and me while fucking two more guys. About eight o'clock she seemed to tire out.

"I'm going to get Brian's Mom to come pick me up."

Becks went home with eight hundred dollars clutched in her hand.

The rest of the night went pretty well with the three of us that were working taking turns. As soon and my husband and I were alone he had to share some of the scenes of ReBecka fucking clients. The girl was a natural. The tall slender girl with the chubby pussy and absence of tits had the men fucking her like they were reliving a fantasy from junior high school. I was impressed with Becka.

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When boyfriend Brian's Mom brought her out the next morning the little shit told me she had given the whole eight hundred dollars from the night before to Brian's Mom to help her out.

"Brian was excited about the money." ReBecka bubbled on. "He didn't mind at all that I cheated on him with eight different men. He was really quite supportive about it. He says we need to use the next money to get us a car and then get our own apartment."

Somehow she seemed a little less flakey to me. Although realizing I wasn't old enough to be her mother I felt a little motherly to her none the less.

"Do you want to keep doing this? Fucking guys?"

"Oh, hell yes. You'd have to shoot me to stop me. I mean, I'll give you half the money if you want. Just don't tell me I have to stop."

I had to laugh. I'd given the job to the right girl.

"No, you're doing great. This will be the rule starting today. Jenna, That's me gets fucked first." I reminded her. "Then we take turns."

It was another half hour before the next customer came in. A salesman I'd fucked before. With Becka as my backup I took my time and enjoyed the ride banking those little orgasms and receiving a nice load at the end.

Still no customer for Becka and she was really jitterish.

"It's driving me crazy that you got fucked and I'm still waiting."

"Did you and Brian do it this morning?"

"No, he was up most of the night playing video games and I didn't want to wake him."

By then she had her hand down the front of her shorts just like the day before. A few minutes of that had her about ready to get off. Instead the shorts came off leaving me with another spread legged open beaver shot of the young girl. Maybe it was her lack of modesty that made her such a good fuck for the men. I didn't bother to look away. Having those puffy outer lips let her move them all over her crotch with breakaways to massage her clit.

Becka was in a state as if she was fucking the third guy in a gang bang. She had my husband's attention and I had to admire the way she went after her own cunt so she could cum. Suddenly she was holding back screams as best she could. He cunt was leaking either her own cum from the masturbation or some leftovers from the men she fucked the night before. She lost all control for a minute then gave a violent jerk, took two deep breaths and relaxed back onto the couch.

"That was fucking incredible!" Becka was gasping for breath.

I guess I was still watching intently. She stood up and put back on her shorts.

"When the next guy gets here he's going to encounter a slippery cunt." She giggled.

Five minutes later that next guy showed up and Becka was locked on his arm taking him back to fuck him. I hurried over to sit with my husband so I wouldn't miss a thing. I watched them undress, her spread, and him start to fuck her. The look on her face as his cock slid in showed that Becka had found her place in life, under some guy pounding his cock into her.

I got another client and was surprised when Becka was still back there when I came out. When my guy left Porter waved me over. There was Becka on full screen taking the guys cock from behind. My husband filled me in.

"First she fucked him so hard I think it scared the guy. Then she sucked his cock until he spewed his second load of cum in her mouth. After getting him hard for the third time she told him the second fuck would be another fifty. And ... here we are."

"Good, maybe she'll keep him busy and I'll get the next fuck coming in."

That kind of defined our relationship between Becka and me. Rather than how many can you fuck, but how long can you make it last. With the two of us on days there weren't too many times there was a back up. Plus, what girl doesn't like knowing you've got guys waiting in line to fuck you? I did get the next fuck and made it last. When I got done Becka was waiting on her next to come through the door.

Us taking turns cut down Becka's take a little bit. She stayed until ten before calling Brian's mom for a ride. Still she was thrilled with taking home six hundred and fifty dollars and enjoyed fucking six guys, the one guy twice.

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Becka hit the doors exactly at ten when we opened Wednesday morning. Two men came in five minutes apart right after we opened. Salesman types have a pretty open schedule and merchants in town were talking about the MILF's at the whorehouse that had reopened outside town. I always enjoy an early fuck and Becka was all smiles knowing she was getting hers. We both made the most of making each fuck last and by the time I came after my guy had cum in me there was another waiting. Becka had gotten into making out and sucking cock so fucking her was an adventure.

My husband got on my ass for trying to keep up with an eighteen year old. One trick she had learned that I could not duplicate was that according to her that when she'd feel a man finally tense to cum in her she would moan in his ear, "Oh, Daddy! Fuck me!" According to her it would get her a huge load of cum up her twat.

Things went well during the day. Becka, Porter, and I were getting along really well. The young girl would sit so that her puffy pussy would camel toe in her shorts and kept it pointed right at my husband. With some of the longer interludes I shouldn't have been surprised when Becka offered to fuck my husband.

"Go ahead you know you want to do it." I challenged him.

My husband was trying to hide his hardon that she had given him from all the teasing, then the offer to fuck him.

"It would be a good way to pass the time when it's just the three of us here during the day."

Apparently Becka had entered Nympho mode. I wasn't sure that fucking my husband would do her any more good than when he fucked me. Even though he looked scared shitless to fuck her the two of them got up and went back to room five.

Room five had been Becka's room most of the time she was fucking someone. Porter had the cameras installed and I had used a room in the other wing so the sounds of fucking wouldn't be distracting for our clients. At nights it was always a little more crowded. As they turned down the hall I ran for the security center.

I had watched my husband work stuff enough times I thought I could figure it out. Key lock to switch from regular television to monitors. Then the on screen controls for the cameras. Room five, click. The side camera would give the best view. They had just entered the room and Becka was all over my husband. Making out like teenagers. This wasn't right. I'd seen Becka make out with other men, most of them almost reluctant because, well because, she is a whore.

My husband, even though he had watched her suck a guy's cock just an hour earlier was swapping spit with the little tramp. Their clothes came off. The tongue swallowing continued as her moved between her thighs and shoved is cock in her. The rocking motion started. He was fucking her. After a few seconds Becka realized she had a problem.

"Slow down, Porter. We want to make this last."

Good luck with that. His fast ejaculation is mostly what got me into the whoring business in the first place. It was how young she looked for being eighteen, with the flat chest and little pink nipples. No, my husband was imagining he was fucking some preteen kid. Even at eighteen the contrast was amazing. Porter at 46 and her at 18. It was a mismatch made in heaven.

Two minutes, maybe three at most, my husband was losing it. I recognized the moves. He was about to blow his load in her. That's when her moan in his ear sounded like a shout to me.

"Go ahead, Daddy. Fuck me. Cum in me."

Well, I hoped the son-of-a-bitch embarrassed himself. Becka wouldn't have to wonder any more about my husband. Small penis, short fuse. Porter apologized for cumming too soon. That was going to drive her crazy until someone else fucked her and made her cum. Most guys don't last as long as we girls wish, but I think the little cunt had been paid to fuck anyone else that didn't get her off. Becka tried to save the situation as they hurried put their clothes back on.

"Don't worry. It was feeling your cum in me that I was after."

She got that alright. And, much quicker than she expected. They came back in the room acting like everything was normal and like my husband had given her a good fucking. Of course, Porter had no complaints, he got his load off. I couldn't wait to show him the video.

Word was out that we were open nights. It got us more traveling business people and the local motels used our little whorehouse as a marketing tool to their own advantage. Even if things had gone slowly we all agreed that if we got fucked once it was worth it and if it was bad night we could watch chick flicks on TV and talk about cock. Much better than church night or staying home with a husband and kids. Well, except for Becka. She was there to fuck.
Around nine two young guys came in. Porter stopped them at the door and carded them. Both were nineteen. Becka knew them from school. She waved to them. They came over to check her out. One of them knew Connie and I thought one of them would fuck her just by the conversations.

"We heard Becka was working here. We've wanted to fuck her since junior high school."

Becka evidently harbored similar thoughts. "Do you want to both come back?"

That didn't go over well with Connie and Judith. It was sort of like Becka had just cut in line. I was a little pissed my self, mostly because of what had happened with my husband earlier in the day.

"Okay, we will go one, two, three, one, two, three, before she gets another turn."

Fortunately the next man was only ten minutes out and the another soon after. So, I had three girls fucking, one a double. Porter waved me over. I looked at the monitor. Becka was fucking one of the young guys while the other watched.

"She sucked both of their cocks to get them good and ready. Now she's fucking them one at a time."

From what I could tell there was $300 on the dresser. Good girl!

Becka got one last fuck just after ten. By twenty after she was calling Brian's mother to come pick her up. By midnight the remaining three had scored one more a piece with Connie getting her second just at closing.

Everyone went home happy and well fucked. I went after my husband as soon as Connie left.

"Hey, show me the video of you fucking the kid. I'd like to see how that went."

"Oh, I forgot to have the camera on."

"No, you didn't. I've already watched it while you fucked her. Now unless you want to wake up to see me with a knife in one hand and your balls in the other roll the fucking video."

Talk about humble and apologetic.

"So, Romeo. You've nailed everyone of them but Evie. Why don't we get you to fuck her so none of us will have to wonder what you'd be like?"

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Thursday was going well. Becka and I fucked a couple of guys before lunch. By mid-afternoon we had two more fuck us. Then on my next turn this guy undresses and I'm looking at a nine inch cock. I started off sucking him a little, then laid back for him to fuck me. I feel him pulse to cum in me and slowed him back down. I can get off with five inches, but I'd have to admit I do prefer getting one really crammed in me. This guy was a big as the black guys I'd been fucking when Porter took me into the city on Sunday's. The main difference being stuffed full like that and looking back into a white man's face.

I had him ready to cum again. He held it in deep while we kissed. I needed this man to fall in love with me. Nine inches of cock felt good and made him a keeper. I had to have him wanting to come back when he left. We'd kiss then look into each other's eyes and kiss again. I'd push my D-Cups together and have him kiss and suck my nipples. He had no idea how many times he made me cum while I made him wait.

"Wow! I wonder what you'd say if I asked you to marry me?"

We kissed again before I could answer. When the kiss ended we started slowly fucking again.

"I just assumed you were already married."

"Yes, I'm married, but I'd marry you in a heartbeat."

I showed him my wedding bands.

"Sorry, married, too."

"Holy shit! What does you husband say?"

"That's him out front. You can ask him when you leave if you want."

"He looks kind of old for you."

"Yes, he's 46. I'm 33.

He picked up the pace. I didn't think he'd be able to hold back this time.

"I'll tell you something else. I've decided I want a kid. I came off the pill last month. He doesn't know that and I'm in my fertile cycle now. I don't fuck him any more. You could be the one that knocks me up."

That got me flooded good. I think I even got an extra half inch of cock when his seed pumped into me. It settled one thing. I do like them big. We lay still kissing with his cock in me and me leaking sperm onto the sheet. I got my nipples kissed some more. I was at the point that I had to be fucked again.

"Flip on your back." I told him.

I started sucking his cock. I need to/had to get in hard and back in me again. I could imagine my husband either easing towards the monitor or unzipping to jerk his cock where Becka couldn't see him. Hell, she could if fuck him again if she wanted. I was getting the head of him into my throat when the oddest thought came over me.

Becka was always talking about her fucking adventures. From what she says and what we've seen from the cameras she wasn't getting anything more that the average five or six inches. There I was sucking something that was probably over nine. I stopped and looked up at my new conquest.

"Did you see Becka on your way in?"

"I don't think so."

"She's kind of a tall skinny blonde. Nice ass, absolutely no tits. Looks like she's twelve when she's naked. Would you be interested?"

He didn't answer right away.

"I was going to fuck you again anyway. It would be free if she wants it." I pumped his cock a few times. "And, I sure she will want it."

My husband had to have heard that on the speaker. When I went out to get Becka Porter gave me an odd look. I wasn't one to share. I was still naked and leaking cum.

"Hey, Becka. Want to see an nine inch cock up close?"

The guy had sagged a little. I sucked him back to full length. As the two stared and checked each other out it was oddly quiet. With his cock still in my hand I asked Becka if she wanted to fuck him.

"Okay ... "

"He was going to be my second fuck

"Okay ... "

"I told him it was no charge."

"Okay ... "

Her shirt came off exposing her tiny tits. Her shorts went next showing that blond muff with the puffy cunt lips. She did look twelve. She shyly laid on the bed beside him. The man sat up and looked her over ... ran his hand over her flat chest making her pink nipples hard. She squirmed. Even without much tit her nipples obviously sent a shiver to her cunt. His hand went to her pussy. She opened her legs for easy access.

There might be a moment in a man's mind that what he was looking at could be just wrong. The fact that she may be too young to be legal was in the farthest point of his mind. He rolled between her legs and started to try to shove his huge cock into skinny little Becka. Becka responded by opening her legs high into the air and moaning as the head of his cock rubbed into her wet and open slit. If he had not tried to get it in right then I think the sexy eighteen year old would have grabbed his ass and pulled him into her.

The head of his cock sort of popped inside her as she let out a groan. Then each stoke put a little more into her. Neither one of them was taking it easy. He wanted it buried in her as much as she wanted him full depth. Although Becka looked a little wild-eyed at the intrusion it wasn't causing her any problems. He was going for balls deep at a steady pace and he was making her cum about every thirty seconds. Being that it was his second he managed go last about ten minutes until Becka received her sperm bouquet.

Properly seeded Becka was giving me mixed looks of "thank you" to "what the fuck have you done to me"? The ride she was giving him indicated she loved the load in her at that depth and was reluctant to see it end. It was an hour after the client had left and Becka was still going on and on about what a great fuck it had been.

"Just remember," I cautioned her, "the next guy may have a five incher. Then what are you going to do?"

"Oh, fuck! I never thought of that. What am I going to do? Am I ruined for anything but big cock."

I had to laugh.

"Women get most of what the get from sex in the first couple of inches. That's where the nerves that give you that fucking a guy feeling. The rest is just a bonus when you get probed deep with a big one. If you think about it you can cum as hard on your own fingers as you would on some guy's big cock. It's two different things. Wait until a bigger one nails you, then you'll wonder why nine inches felt so great."

"Have you had bigger?"

"Yes, I've taken ten and half, maybe eleven inches." I didn't tell her it was black.

"Oh my God. I want that!"

"I'm sure you do."

By giving her a turn at the nine inch guy it made me next when one of her neighbors came in. Since he recognized her right away and started up a conversation about how he had always wanted to fuck her I let Becka have him. The guy was more her dad's age which seemed to get her off. Lots of girls are like that. Anyway, another one of the neighbors bragging to her father, my asshole rancher neighbor, about fucking his daughter was almost enough to make me want to pay his way. Becka gave me a look like she was equally thinking the exact same thing about a freebie.

It was great about how that worked out because the next man in was Marty from the store in town. He was one of those locals I had fucked and made out with a lot to keep him coming back. We still hadn't used the store credit. This time he had cash explaining it was easier to slip out a few dollars at a time than it would be to get a delivery past his wife.

So, Marty gave me a good fucking. Marty was a favorite partly because his wife was a little "Holier than thou" when Porter and I would be in their store. Being Marty was her husband made him a good fuck for me. The only ridiculous thing about it was a statement from his previous visit that if he could get his wife even slightly interested she'd be fucking guys right along beside us.

Marty fucked me hard at first, then made it last. After taking his seed we were half making out in the lobby with my husband busily watching Becka fuck her old neighbor. Porter was casting a wary eye our direction. Knowing it was going on in the back or even mostly out of sight by Marty's vehicle it was different when some guy is right in front of you kissing and groping your wife.

His ears perked up when Marty talked about his wife whoring with us a bit.

"I'm sure she would do it if I could just get her out her to think about it."

"You still owe us a store credit. Why don't you send her out with an order?"

We all agreed. The plan was made and the plan set.

An hour later Marty was back by himself.

"Almost had her talked into bring out the delivery when one of the kids called. It must have made her feel guilty as a wife and mother as well. So here I am."

"Tell her you forgot something and try again."

My husband wanted this woman out here. I'd caught him looking her over when we would be at the store.

About thirty minutes later she rolled up the driveway acting like she wanted to look around and also looked like she wanted to get the hell out of there. I'd fucked another guy since Marty had left the first time and Becka was in back with another guy after the old neighbor had left.

"I feel kind of silly being out here."

"Oh, don't be. It's not like you're working." I extended my hand. "Jenna, I don't think we've ever been introduced."

"Deborah. It's nice to know your name. Not that I haven't heard it a lot around town." She let a nervous laugh escape.

"I never planned on being famous." We laughed together.

"Hey, while you are here let me show you around." I offered.

Deborah paused and looked at me ... "Okay ...why not?"

I introduced her to my husband and started a tour around the lobby, continuing down one wing showing her where things happened.

"Oh, that doesn't seem so bad. How many of you work at a time?"

"There are two of us now, five shifting in and out at night and everyone on deck for Friday and Saturday nights."

"So, you are active now?"

"Sure thing. I'm next up or on next my back, however you look at it." We both laughed.

I led her down the other hall. Becka had apparently adjusted to a guy with a regular dick again. Just as things got loud Becka's voice wafted through the door. "Oh, Daddy! Fuck me, make me have your baby."

Deborah was stunned. "It's not really her father, is it?"

"No, she does that when she thinks she's with some older guy that would get off on that kind of thing."

"That would be my Marty. He gets all stupid when one of our daughters has girlfriends over."

"Maybe we should run him by Becka. I'll introduce you to her after she gets done in there."

"Oh, I don't think I've ever talked to anyone that's just had sex."

"Well, you are talking to one right now and we don't have sex. We get fucked. I had just finished getting fucked about fifteen minutes before you arrived. It was number four on the day."

I let her think on that. She blushed and got fidgety. I let her simmer and waited for her to speak.

"I've always wondered about having several guys. You know, more like a secret thought."

"Maybe you should slip out here on a Saturday. I could get you laid but good."

"I don't know what I'd tell Marty to get away, or worse yet explain all the damage when I got home."

"Maybe he'd like it."

"He probably would. He thinks the marriage is good. No reason to mess it up."

We were still talking in the hall when Becka came out with the latest guy. Deborah didn't know him. She watched them walk out together. The guy said he'd be back soon. Deborah didn't know what to think of Becka when I introduced them with Deborah knowing that Becka was full of fresh cum.

"Are you going to work with us?" Becka asked.

"Oh, heavens no! I could never ... "

"It's not that you couldn't. It's whether you want to or not. That followed with reconciling what the reaction would be when the word gets out."

Deborah stammered. "I don't think I can."

The stance had changed from I could never to I don't think I can. There may be a little softening in her position.

"I thought that, too. Then it got really easy, almost a necessity. Now, most of town knows what goes on out here and that I'm a part of it. I get treated pretty good in town. It's actually pretty cool how men and wives treat you when they know you don't care and it's all about get fucked for money." I tempted her with with seemed to be logic.

Becka went to explain to her about the nine inch cock. Deborah loved the details even to ask how it felt when it was all in. They talked about having a little variety in men.

"Surely you've cheated a little during your marriage. Something your husband doesn't know about. At least thought about it. Every woman does." I dug into her thoughts.

"Maybe a couple of times."

"Couple of times which?" Becka asked.

"A couple of times both times each."

"Way to go girl. And, he doesn't know?"

"I've never told him."

"But, do you think he knows?"

"Maybe. I'm not sure. He's come close a few times."

"A few times? How many men have you cheated with?"

After some thought Deborah answered. "Seven."

By then we were back in the lobby. Deborah was a little more guarded about what she said with Porter within earshot. A car drove up near the door and parked. Deborah started to look for a place to hide.

"Don't worry." I assured her. "It's Utah plates. He won't know you. Hang with us and see if you get his attention."

Deborah was dressed professionally in slacks and a nice shirt much like I had been dressed when I committed for the first time. She almost cried when he looked her over.

"Are you the boss?" He asked her.

"No." I answered. "She is new, thinking about taking on a few guys for a little extra income and some strange cock."

It was like she was melting into the floor when I continued.

"Since this would be the first time she would cheat on her husband the usual price of one fifty goes to three hundred if you are interested."

"That could be just a big story." He mused.

He watched her. Looking for the truth. A lie based on a half truth isn't so bad. I think I had him hooked. I wasn't so sure. Maybe 50/50. All women lie. Most men don't know about what and how often.

"Just think about being the first to tap that. Her husband is at work and won't have a clue. You really should fuck her."

"Aw, what the hell. If I'm spending a hundred and fifty dollars anyway paying double won't hurt, and who knows, maybe you aren't lying to me."

I looked at Deborah. "Use room two. Left and then at the back."

It was a go. She started in that direction as the man put his arm around her waist. As they got to the hall Deborah relaxed and leaned into him. We were making "Little Debbie" into a whore. Her husband Marty was going to freak out when he learned his wife had gone through with it. Becka was giving me an "Oh, my God" look.

"Wow! She just let her marriage and everything go right there."

As easy as Becka was to put out for money she was amazed that someone with a marriage, family, and children would go so easily. I knew my own husband was watching the cameras, probably with his dick out, and that later we would watch Deborah fuck this guy on video.

There didn't seem to be any "Wham, Bam, thank you Ma'am" involved as the two of them spent almost thirty minutes back there.

"Damn, he must be fucking her good!" Becka giggled.

Deborah came back out dressed, but just panties below. She kind of motioned at the situation.

"He fucked me twice with a good load both times. I didn't want it to leak through to my dress pants."

The customer was pleased. Deborah walked him to the front door and kissed him goodbye. Then a little more kissing with him handing her tits for a few minutes. He turned to wave to us and left.

"God, that was good!" Deborah let out a light squeal as her lower body trembled. "It was so much fun knowing I was whoring it rather than fucking some guy that flirted with me in the grocery store."

Becka laughed. "You fucked some guy you met at a grocery store?"

"Yeah, hasn't every body? It went on for a couple of months until his wife caught him. She never knew who he was fucking, but made him pay."

Deborah kept going on about fucking the guy, how good it felt, and like me, said it made her feel liberated. This time a real nice pickup truck pulled in and parked. Deborah gave me a sly look.

"It's still my turn. If you want to fuck him, go ahead. This time it's the regular rate and the house keeps fifty."

"A hundred bucks to get fucked? You bet. Not to make me sound cheap, but right now I would have done it for twenty."

Becka and I got out of the way and let her greet the guy. After five minutes of smiles and giggles Deborah was leading another one back to fuck. Again, another respectable twenty minutes and Deborah was bringing him back to the lobby. Once he was gone Deborah handed my the house share of fifty dollars.

"That was fun! I need to get back before Marty thinks I up to no good." She couldn't hide her grin.

"Hey, Fridays and Saturdays are really busy if you want to come out." I offered.

"I don't know what to tell Marty."

"Show him four hundred dollars and tell him you fucked two guys."

"I'm not sure I can do that."

"Sure you can. You'll want to be here for the weekend. Probably a dozen guys will want to fuck you. Of course, some will be locals and will know who you are."

"I'm not sure I would care about that because now I think I know who I am. I belong in one of those rooms back there."

"You're going to need to tell your husband. He may think you fucking other men is really hot."

"I don't know. Maybe I'll tell him I'm going to visit my sister."

"Then if you fuck someone you both know the shit will hit the fan worse than just telling him."

"That's true. I really don't know what to tell him."

"Don't miss out. Remember, ten guys fucking you mean a thousand dollars in your pocket."

"Whee! I hadn't thought about how much money that would be. Things have been a little slow at the store lately. It would sure help out."
"See. Every woman working out here is doing it for the family."

All three laugh so loud we snorted. Deborah looked at me real seriously.

"You are so right. I need to do this for my family."

We lasted about five seconds looking somber and dedicated to our families before busting out laughing again.

With Deborah having just enough time to get back to Marty he called.

"She was out there for a while. Did you get her to go for it?"

"Marty, maybe she stopped some where else on the way back. Give her a chance to give you her take on it."

We were well into the evening when the call came from Marty.

"Jenna? You held back on me."

"Really? How so?" I teased.

"We got home from the store and she put on a house dress. She bent over to do something that gave me easy access to her ass. I put my hand under the skirt of it and found nothing but bare twat and she had a pussy full of cum."

"You're not mad at me, are you Marty?"

"No, Jenna. Deborah says to tell you she will see you tomorrow night. And, thanks."

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Friday morning arrived sunny and bright as is the usual outlook for the desert. Porter had me at the monitor watching Deborah fuck the two men. She put a lot of passion into it and was a very noisy girl. It was surprising after the way she went on and on about fucking them that she didn't mention sucking their cocks and taking a load down her throat.

Deborah looked like a good fuck and the videos backed that up. Once the word got out that the babe from the store was fucking guys men were going to show up for a turn. She was a little older but guys were going to want to fuck her because she had that "fuck me" look. We had a really good choice of women.

Becka coming in interrupted the show that Deborah was putting on in Porter's videos. I had to step away quickly so the girls wouldn't find out we video logged them.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to be fucked." First words from Becka's mouth.

"Boyfriend not fucking you like you want?"

"Oh, shit. I haven't let that worthless twerp fuck me since my first time out here."

I kind of knew the feeling. It had been a while since I'd fucked my man. I looked over at him pouring over his videos of the girls in action. From his glances up at Becka and back to the screen he had to be jacking off back there out of sight. We couldn't see what he was doing for sure but the motions pretty well confirmed what was going on. For some reason I couldn't even imagine myself fucking him again and the girls now knew that they'd pay a little price if they showed any interest in tossing some free pussy his way.

"Brian has used the money to buy more online gaming shit and a damned expensive skate board. His mom is getting the attitude that my money is her money. I've got part of my money saved back. I need to get a car and get out of there. I didn't realize what a child he is until I starting putting out with some real men out here."

The first customer of the day knew her from church and knew her dad. He had heard the rumors that she was working with us. The men loved the idea of fucking the old bastard's daughter and then telling her old man about it made it all the better for Becka.

Times like that supersedes my rule of the first fuck of the day goes to Jenna. Becka was getting some regulars and word was spreading about her. All the better for my share of the take, but it left a bit of a tingle in me that I should be fucking the guy instead of her. I got my turn and we traded turns for the rest of the day with the two of us fucking four times each before the other girls started showing up for the Friday night rush.

We had a lot of girls, but we had a lot of customers. Deborah showed up for her first night at about six. Marty brought her out and dropped her off. Connie went home from the bank to change clothes and her husband brought her out. We laughed about having the men drop them off and then picking them up later very well fucked and happy. That made us all feel even a little more evil. Judith and Evie arrived together at 6:30. Evie's period was over. Six of us would be sharing the men.

And, it went well. Deborah must have gotten tapped by the wand of the whorehouse fairy by the way she took to it. Guys fucked her married cunt seven times and she went home to Marty extremely happy with cum in her pussy and cash in her purse.

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Saturday was our best day ever. Becka was there when we opened and we started fucking guys. I called Judith at eleven to help out. She walked away from her husband and kids while grocery shopping and was having a guy's cock pumped into her half hour later. Her sister-in-law Evie left her husband with a son playing in a soccer game to hurry out to start fucking.

Much to my surprise Deborah talked Marty into covering for her at the store. Still by early afternoon my husband was trying to assure the men waiting in the lobby that the wait was worth it. Connie came out after the bank closed at noon. Deborah looked over a half dozen men waiting.

"I can call my baby sister. I'm sure she'll go for it. She sings at church and helps out at the store sometimes. Guys are going to want to fuck her."

"Baby sister?"

"Well, not a baby. She's thirty eight, but she's my baby sister."

"Do you think she'll do it?"

"Oh, yeah. She'll do it! We like doing the same things together."

I looked at the guys waiting wishing I could fuck them all myself.

"Okay. Call her."

The nice thing about a small town is that her sister Ginny was there in about ten minutes. By the time Deborah finished with her next client her sister Ginny was in the back fucking her first guy.

The rest of Saturday went like that. By three in the morning every one was still hanging around waiting for the next fuck. Turns out a couple of posts on line told men that we were open for business and had some hot women to fuck. We weren't troubled by any one being drunk. Sure, most had been doing some drinking, but no one stupid drunk although we turned two away for being a little over the line.

The serious total is the if the girls take on two guys per hour over ten hours they are fucking twenty guys. Becka, Judith, and I had taken on a half dozen before the other girls showed up. Deborah and Ginny had the last two guys fucking them as things suddenly came to a stop.

Then when we closed down I knew it wouldn't be that long until my husband would wake in the morning for me to go into the city so he could parade me around and get me black fucked again. God ... I hate it when that happens.

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Depending on one's point of view going into the city on a Sunday could be a good thing. My husband Porter was all for it because he knew the day would end with me getting lots of black cock and each session ending with them filling me with their cum again and again. From my standpoint the trip into the city meant shopping at bigger stores and going out to eat ... and there is that filled with black cum thing!

I decided to tone down the slut in me a bit this time by choosing a nice blouse and slacks. To be even more modest I wore bikini panties and added a bra to keep the D-Cups from bouncing too much. This Sunday I was going to be the happily married wife with just a little hint of an itch that needed scratched. Black guys might prefer to take a wife out of her shyness rather that just do some slut looking for a black fuck.

My husband didn't like the plan as much, but knew there would be no way I wouldn't let a couple of black cocks pump a load deep inside me. Porter pulled the car to the front door. I slid into the front seat and gave him a smile. By the time we left our driveway I was more into fucking black guys than shopping.

We would stay overnight is an upscale room, paying cash. There needed to be some outlet for our rapidly growing supply of cash. We reported all the money the girls gave us for our share of the action. When I'd get fucked the money went into a secret hiding spot for later. This trip was part of "later." We'd spend a few hundred on a suite and not feel guilty at trying hundred dollar per person meals.

Fifteen miles down the road I was already feeling wet and my cunt lips were parting a bit in anticipation of black guys working their cock inside me and that unmatched feeling of them splattering me full with a big loads of sperm. It was a good thing that God himself had given me the gift of infertility.

The rest of the trip in to the city was riding with little conversation between us. I thought about my past encounters with black lovers and my husband thought of me getting drilled again and again. Before either of us realized we had arrived we were pulling up to the front of the hotel. Someplace different and definitely expensive. I opened my legs wide to exit as a young black valet opened the car door for me. Had I not been wearing slacks it would have been a beaver shot he would not soon forgotten.

I smiled and gave a nod towards my pussy. He smiled back knowing I'd soon be fucking someone inside the hotel. Had he not been working I might have been ready to fuck him on the spot. I'm as willing to fuck a young stud as I would be one of the high rollers we would meet inside.

"This little Miss Innocence act you are going to put on might slow you up a little. If you want to moved it up into slut mode we can get you a sexy dress at one of the outlet stores so you can show off the goods."

My husband, Porter. Always willing to help me have a good time. He was coaching me already before we even got to the room.

"I'll be fine." I gave him a big wink and a smile. "I know how to get laid."

"You should be charging these black guys."

"Don't forget the rules. Prostitution isn't legal in this county. We aren't going to blow the license back home home to make a few bucks here and get me busted with the law."

"Do you think there aren't women getting five hundred and more to fuck men here? And, I'll bet black guys are paying even more to fuck a white woman."

"You must not be paying attention. White pussy is free. White women that haven't fucked a black guy these days are at least thinking about it after all the mixed race stuff going on television."

"Would you have screwed a black guy in our marriage by now if we were just that ordinary couple we used to be?"

"By now?" I mocked.

"Yes, by now?"

"I don't know. That new black couple in the Ward. He was pretty sexy."

Porter thought I was just teasing, but things were getting pretty stale at home.

"You mean the insurance guy?"

"Yep! That's the one!"

"He was just being friendly to sell insurance."

"I don't know, Porter. A gal can pretty well tell when a guy wants to fuck her."

"Would you have let him?"

"Probably. Our marriage was at the point something like that had to happen."

"So, even if the hooker thing had not have happened you still would be fucking some black guy?"

"I'd have to say yes. Another week or so of me thinking about it I would have had him fucking me."

I gave him a smug smile. Suddenly I was married to Mr. Grumpy. Porter didn't say another word.

"As soon as I go pee we can go eat. Then we can work on you seeing me get nailed later. Me getting some black cock will cheer you up."

Things stayed somber throughout lunch. Porter pushed away from the table right after the check.

"How much time do you need? A one hundred and ten dollar lunch should put us in with a pretty good crowd."

"Fifteen minutes. Stretch it out if you can. This isn't exactly a pick up bar. I'm starting to need some cock in me."

Thirty seconds later Porter looked back to see me talking to a young black man that appeared at my table at almost the instant my husband walked way. I saw Porter take a place at the bar where he could keep on eye on what went on. Normally by the time my husband returned I'd have the black guy at least finger fucking me. I was playing hard to get. The good wife. The innocent bride.

When we appeared cozy but not involved in anything my husband joined us.

"Hi, Honey. This is Cooper. He lives the next town over from us in California." I lied.

Porter caught on and waited for the story to be told.

"Your wife tells me that you are here to relax and unwind. Maybe try to get that baby started."

Because Cooper had me scoot over when my husband returned it was me and the black guy sitting across the booth from my spouse. I had spent fifteen minutes convincing Cooper that I was unavailable with just the hint that maybe there was a little crack in the fortress. Inside of me I was already fucking him, feeling squishy cum I wanted flooded deep past my cervix.

"Yeah." Porter played along. "The little bride has is all figured out that today is the day, or tonight is the night, whatever."

"My husband is probably at fault. I'm just fine and fertile. His sperm count is way down and we are kind at at the wing and a prayer point in the game."

The hook was set. Porter wasn't happy with the story, but it was a good one. Cooper leaned in an almost gave in to licking his lips from the excitement. His turn to be cool.

"Have you thought about adopting? There's a lot of kids out there."

That shit came out pretty insincere. Cooper used the Nevada location to fuck California housewives. Not that any of them would have had any complaints.

"I always wanted to have a baby of my own, you know, my womb, my egg. My husband just needs to give me one very determined little sperm to knock me up."

Cooper was pretty certain he was going to fuck me. He was just trying to figure how to not mess it up. I got all churchy on him. Quoted the Bible a little and scolded him about me being a god fearing devout Mormon. The Mormon part upped the ante even more. A black man fucking a Mormon cunt would be a good notch on his bedpost.

Cooper decided to make his play. There were a dozen other white women willing to fuck him with no resistance. He gave us both a sincere smile.

"Listen, you folks are nice, but let me ask you this. Have you ever thought of a little outside help?"

I acted disgusted by what he was saying. Porter really came across as offended at the offer.

"Hey, lots of white women are having mixed race kids. Married or single they are going for black cock to seed their babies. So, what do you say?"

I let it rest a few seconds. Another few seconds and Cooper was going to say "fuck you" and move on to someone else.

"Well, those kids are awfully cute." I grinned.

"There is that and you get to be made a Baby Momma by a ten inch cock."

Cooper was back in the game.

"I don't know. I don't think I could ever get a ten inch cock in me."

"White women can take a ten inch cock. They just don't know it. It will go in. Maybe not all of it. But, white women get it up their cunt and then take a big hot load of black seed. I can see you taking all of it."

Cooper didn't win that one. It wouldn't be my first huge cock. He thought he was getting the innocent married white wife. He thought he be tearing up my poor thirty-something cunt.

"Maybe we should take you to our room to see if your ten inch cock is just a line of bullshit."

"Lead the way pretty lady."

He knew he was getting to fuck me. The ride up the elevator made him all cocky and smug. First of all, it was ten inches. He couldn't hardly get over himself as it bobbed up hard on display. I undressed and laid with open thighs on the bed.

"Did you want to suck it first while you get yourself ready." He gestured towards his cock.

"No, I think I wait and see what you can do. Maybe you'd want to eat me first if you are worried about me being ready."

"Oh, yeah. That gets her ready." My husband laughed. "Eat some of that white pussy."

Porter grinned at me as we both thought of the thirty or forty loads of cum in me from the men fucking me the last couple of days. He knew since I started whoring the last month or so there was always some cum in me. I wiggled my ass a little on the bed and Cooper moved right in to position to lap at my wet cunt.

"Damn girl! You are in to this, aren't you?"

"Well, I came here the try to get pregnant. I just thought it would be my husband knocking me up."

I pulled his face into to muff so he wouldn't see my husband trying to hold back the laughter. Cooper did know what he was doing and quickly had me more worked up that I anticipated. I put a flood into his mouth that was probably mostly me and some of it being a little bit from my friends. I watched him swallow a couple of times as he pulled up to get his turn to get off.

As Cooper started to feed the head into me I relaxed and let him push into me. It had been a couple of weeks since I had hit the ten inch jackpot and the size of the head and extra width going into me felt good. Although he could have probably forced the whole length in me in one hard lunge he took about fifteen minutes to go balls deep in me thinking it would keep him from hurting me.

I pretended to struggle even as I wanted to grab his ass and pull him in full length. He was probably only aware twice or so, but I must have cum at least a dozen times while he worked that black monster up inside me.

"You're quite the white Momma. When I saw your husband over there with his pencil dick I figured I'd be lucky get more than half of my cock inside you. Now you're going to be wanting black seed fucked in your hot little married pussy all the time."

"That's what I was thinking. I had no idea how great this could be."

"Let's get you started on having that baby." He grunted.

Cooper started moving faster and was soon pounding hard at a depth that was truly surprising him. Then he hit a real frenzy. All I had to say then was "knock me up with your black baby" and his balls tightened and gave me one hell of a load.

I laid on the bed leaking cum while Cooper sat on the side and talked to my husband about sports and shit like that for about fifteen minutes. When I looked at Porter he had a wad of gooey tissues on the floor beside his chair.

"You know I'm going to stay and fuck her again, don't you?

I let out a little squeal and little giggle like a new bride. That brought Cooper back between my legs with his cock back to full staff as he started his ten inches in me again. I couldn't think of anything better than being filled and stretched like that. We fucked for about a half hour while my husband watched and played with his dick. When I felt black cum fire into me again it set off a big orgasm that found me kissing Cooper wildly and with passion.

He left it in this time. It would harden a little and he would pump into me. I'd rock back against him hard. I pretty much forgot that I had a husband in the room. We kept kissing. Him going from my lips to my D-Cups. I kept trying to swallow his tongue. Then his cock leaped to full hardness and we fucked like we were the only people in the world. Not so much of a load this time, but my cum more than made up for it. As we calmed a little I moved my mouth towards his ear.

"I love you." I whispered.

"I love you, too. Now I know why black men marry white women." He whispered back

"And, I know why white women want to fuck black men."

He kissed my ear as he spoke. "Well, your are having my baby."

"You've cum in me three times. I'd think so!"

Then I spoke loudly enough for my husband to hear.

"God, we've got to do that again!"

"I have to head back into California about five o'clock." Cooper added.

"Okay, let me go pee." I got up to go to the bathroom.

"Don't let any of that leak out." Cooper warned.

"If, I do I have to ask for a refill." I giggled.
Just inside the bathroom a huge flood of his cum ran out of me and splattered on the tile floor.

"Whoops!"

"That's okay. I've got your refill."

When I returned Cooper went into the toilet. My husband moved over to sit on the bed.

"Jesus Jenna! What the fuck is going on?"

"Nothing. Why? Just getting black fucked like you wanted."

"I didn't like the whispering."

"Don't be jealous. It's part of the game."

I meant to sound reassuring even though my thoughts went towards what it would be like to fuck this magnificent black man several times every day like today had been.

"Why are you having him hang around?" My husband questioned. "I thought you'd want to bang three or four different ones."

"The guy has a ten inch cock and is very good with it. Why switch when you know the next guy might be smaller ... a lot smaller?."

Just then Cooper came back in the room.

"All right, I'm back who wants more black cock?"

"I do!" I giggled like a young school girl. I hoped that sounded like I was being silly because it just slipped out of my mouth unexpectedly.

"Time for that refill white girl."

"I'm ready. You can refill me as much as you want."

"Jenna," I told myself, "Don't kid yourself about not being a size queen. This is great!"

Cooper's ten inches of black cock started snaking itself up inside me. I was already feeling little orgasms as the head of his cock reached all the way into me. I started after him wanting another load of his black seed. My very insides were being caressed by the rim of his cock head as passionate kisses began between us again. How long was this going on? Ten minutes? Twenty? I don't know, I just know my mind melted when he started to cum in me again. It's like I felt every seed as they splattered through my cervix.

This time, still fucking, face to face, inches apart I told him again ... "I love you." Then I nuzzled into his neck as he continued to fuck me, his cock staying surprisingly hard. I was touching his face, my wedding rings catching the light from the window. Wedding rings, married Fuck! My husband was watching intently. He had to hear me tell this black man that I loved him.

I knew Porter was over there. Without acknowledging his presence I laid on my back for a few minutes after Cooper rolled off me. Then I got to my knees and turned my freshly fucked cunt right towards my husband so he could see how ten inches of black cock had left his wife. I clenched to force a glob of cum out of me, down along my slit and onto the sheets.

Then again my husband wasn't there in my mind. He didn't exist. I got over Cooper with my arms over his thighs and began sucking his cock. As it hardened I moved my hands up and down the shaft. My eyes focused on the wedding rings again. I laughed to myself inside again as I continued to jack his dick and tongue his cock head, catching some precum, a signal for him to fuck me again.

"Ummm .... more black cock. It felt so good. I was on top this time. How wicked it must look as I rose up and settled back down on black cock that filled me so well inside. Every time I'd lean forward for him to suckle my D-Cups I'd cum a little. I had to be careful. This guy could put a girl over the edge with very little effort. Then I felt him swell and sperm blast up inside me. I must have blacked out. I knew he made me cum hard, but I found myself lying limp upon his chest. I looked into his face.

"How do you fuck me like that? I love you!"

Then we kissed hard for a few minutes. Shit! Husband in room! This black man makes me fully forget that I'm even married. I wondered if he would take me to California with him. Then my cunt lost some control over me. Hicksville! Our pet name for our little Nevada town where I, of all things, ran a whorehouse. I was ashamed to look at my husband, diverting my eyes and laying on the bed with my eyes closed. I kept my legs splayed though so he could see what black cock had done to me. Cooper was getting dressed.

"Hey man, I'm pretty sure I knocked up your wife. Enjoy that black baby."

The door closed softly. My husband sat silent for a few minutes as I kept my eyes closed.

"You both seemed to enjoy that."

"Sure, it was fun. The guy sure could fuck. I lost count."

"Six."

"Are you sure?"

"Five, plus the time he left it in until it got hard and he fucked you again. Of course, I could be wrong. How many times did you think it was?"

"I'm not sure." I answered. "It could have been five or it could have been six. I'm not sure."

"So, you are happy?"

"Fucked six times with a ten inch cock. Why shouldn't I be?"

"The 'I love you part' was a bit much and sound too real to suit me."

"It's part of the game, Porter. I tell lots of men I love them while they fuck me."

"I know. I've got the tapes. This just seemed different. Maybe you are a better actress with black men."

"Okay. Maybe we should have booted him after the first time he fucked me." I laughed a little. "Or, the second. The second for sure. I'm sorry, Baby. You are my husband and that is what counts."

"I don't think that is what you are counting."

Oh, fuck. I messed up. Time to distract him a little.

"Look, I'm here with a cunt full of black cum. Let me get showered and we will go out and get a nice meal. Maybe I can fuck someone else for you before we go home. Remember, I've never done anything that wasn't your idea."

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The shower was sobering. As I struggled to rinse so much black cum from inside me I realized that my momentary loss of perspective over fucking Cooper was just my black cock size queen point of view. There was no way I'd ever be satisfied being fucked by just one man. Tomorrow back home would be another day of fucking one guy after another. Many of them for the first time. Nothing ever beats having a new cock in me. There is a facet of capture and control that weighs heavy in a woman's sexual fulfillment. Tomorrow could bring a half dozen new men to fuck me. Many days it was more than that although my regulars did quite well in getting me off.

Dinner was great. For two hundred fifty dollars it should be. A delicious way to spend some of my cash. Some people looked us over with casual interest. My husband didn't have much to say as he still seemed pissed with me being gaga over Cooper's big cock. I was over it and it was time he was, too. Then he started talking and that's all he talked about. From the details he repeated about the encounter at least I knew he was paying attention.

With dinner over we needed to find a bar or some place where I could find another black man or two to get my husband off focus from my afternoon with Cooper. It didn't look like we would have any luck in the lounge of our hotel when a nicely dressed black man came up and started talking to someone in a booth next to us.

"Come on man, you're not even sure she did it."

"She did it man. Nicki wouldn't lie. She was sitting right there. A dozen others were right there and saw her do it."

"Just what was it she was supposed to do?"

"It was like a porn movie. Her girlfriends hired two male strippers. They were dancing around and the women were feeling the men's cocks when a few started sucking them. Sheryl was sitting in a chair like a queen wearing a cheap fake wedding veil. After going around the crowd they worked over to Sheryl and the others were all chanting to do it. By do it they wanted her to like jack the guys off. She started on the one and the girls chanted for her to suck it. So, Sheryl sucked it. Then it got wild and there were cheering for her to fuck one of them. You know the idea of it's your last night of freedom and shit like that. Well, they were feeding her drinks and Sheryl ended up barebacking both dudes and let them cum in her."

We could hear the guy sobbing when his friend started to speak.

"Man, you know my sister loves you. She was drunk. It was just one of those things."

"No it wasn't. I find this out after she's been my wife for an hour. She's going to be fucking everybody."

"I'm sure Sheryl is sorry and scared you'll find out. It was just a thing. Don't let it ruin your marriage. Besides this is golden. She owes you man. It's a get out of jail free card. You can fuck whoever you want and if she catches you she can't say nothing."

Porter and I started get up from our booth at the same time. We invited ourselves to theirs. I sat next to the betrayed groom and Porter slid in on the brother-in-law's side. I started the conversation.

"Hey fellas. I know this is weird. We heard the conversation." I put my hand on the groom's arm. "Sorry for what Sheryl did to you, but your brother-in-law is right. She owes you."

"Thanks. It's good to know white people can appreciate my problem. I think ... "

My arm was still on his arm. I moved it up to his shoulder and moved to put one of the D-Cups against his upper arm. The other guy's eyes widened. I pressed tighter into him and spoke huskily towards his ear loud enough for all of us in the booth to hear.

"This is strange as hell. My husband and I came over hear from Truckee to get me laid. We hadn't gotten up the nerve yet to chose someone, but he wanted to see me fuck a black guy. Also, I've always wanted kids and hubby here was told by his doctor that he is firing blanks. So, my exact words to him were that if I fuck a black guy it's going to be bareback and I'm going to be fertile when he fucks me."

I paused while they both stared at Porter who was faking a distressed look. Then I reached in my purse and pulled out a room key that I slid right in front of the cheated on groom.

"Come up to our room in ten minutes and I'll fuck you both. How do you feel about knocking up a married white Mormon woman?"

Black guys seem to like fucking married Mormon wives, Maybe that's because they are always so willing and grateful afterwards.

So, the part about being from Truckee was a lie. Porter wasn't the one that couldn't have kids and I wasn't fertile. I knew my husband wasn't going to be happy with me inviting two men up to the room at the same time. On the elevator up to our room all we could do was smile at each other and laugh. If two guys in the room was going to bother him he wasn't letting on about his feelings.

Ten minutes after we got to the room the lock beeped. Would it be one of them or both?

The newly minted brothers-in-laws seemed a little timid. This was an unexpected bonding moment for them. I started to disrobe. I don't think I was the first white woman for the bride's brother, but the groom was excited to do something wicked and evil in retaliation for what his new bride Sheryl had done to him.

I worked my panties off my ankles with a good view of my cunt the groom was naked scant seconds later. A nice eight inch black cock stuck out in front of him and below was an ample set of balls. I moved my legs wide open.

"Let's get some revenge on your cheating wife. I hope you have a nice load for me."

"You bet! If you want black cock and a black baby I'm going to be the one to give it to you.

The head felt good going in. He was quick to start pumping away. In probably three minutes I had his load and he was crawling off of me. This seemed to please my husband that I was just in it for the fuck and not some romance. The new brother-in-law was ready and quickly feeding his cock into me. His cock seemed a little bigger than the first one and when he went balls deep he let his nuts rest against my ass as he seemed to being enjoying having his cock in me. He had nothing to prove except he could last longer than three minutes.

"Hey, man. Hurry up and fuck her. Sheryl's going to have my ass if I don't show up when the reception starts."

"How much time we got?"

"Ten minutes. Hurry up."

"For what I want to give her it's going to take longer than ten minutes."

"Fuck you then. You keep banging her married cunt. I've got to get to my wife.

He did! I got almost a half hour of a royal fucking and a good load of cum seeded deep inside me. He didn't seemed rushed to get to the reception. After all, he wasn't the guest of honor. After we dressed we got an invitation.

"You two should come to the reception. You can be my guests. It will be fun putting our new groom in the room with his wife and the white woman that might have his baby. That is if my swimmers don't get to your egg first."

"Well, I think you have a good chance of being the winner." I put my hand on my bare stomach. "I think your little guys are about to nail it right now and she's not even trying to get away."

Porter tried to stay somber like a husband should after his wife got black fucked and impregnated even though he wanted to laugh about the con job we were pulling purely for our entertainment. He wanted us to go with him right then.

"I'll need a shower and then run down to the shops to get a dress to wear."

"Well, it's casual. So nothing too fancy. Sport shirt and slacks is fine for him. I'm sure you'll look great in just about anything."

He was staring at my naked D-Cups standing out proud without a bra.

"Okay, but don't you dare take a shower."

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Finding a dress was easy. Sort of a daring mousy housewife kind of dress, yet three or four inches above the knee. Two hundred dollars went against Porter's idea of a good price for a dress. I reminded him of the pile of cash we had stashed from the hooker business that needed to be spent somewhere.

We weren't the only white couple at the reception. There were four other couples out of probably a hundred and fifty people. Their men were engaging with guests, but the white wives looked like they felt a little out of place. We were there about ten minutes when I spotted our friend searching around the crowd. When our eyes met he let out a big grin and waved us over.

"Hey, glad you made it. Honey, this is the couple I met downstairs that I told you about."

His wife seemed friendly enough, so I guess he didn't tell her everything about us. Then he introduced us to his sister the bride and the groom. It was the kind of slightly tense moment you would expect when four of the six of us knew that I had the groom's cum inside me from that earlier fuck. Everything was good for several minutes when the new brother-in-law introduced himself as Rod.

"I guess manners would have told you my name earlier."

"Rod seems an appropriate name." I grinned.

"Come here a minute and meet my brother."

"Chad this is ... uhhh?"

"Sorry, Jenna and Porter. Maybe I should have introduced myself earlier, too."

Maybe something in my face revealed our secret. Chad lean towards me and Rod."

"You dog! You fucked her, didn't you?"

"Uhh, no!" Rod wavered.

"Yes, you did. You fucked her."

I wasn't going to deny it. It wasn't any problem to me that Rod had fucked me. I stood there and smiled.

"Hey, Porter. We're going to borrow your wife for a few minutes." Rod smiled.

He told Chad there was a door just past the restrooms that was an office. He told him to go there and wait for me and that he would follow a few minutes later.

"Go ahead and fuck her. I'll take seconds when you are done."

After a minute Rod sent me back to meet his brother. I left him talking to my husband. Chad was waiting for me with his pants already off and a hefty cock ready to fuck me. He had put a couch cushion on the desk and told me to lean over it. I took off my panties and waited for Chad to move in behind me. He lifted the skirt of my dress and folded it over my back, then started to feed his nice cock into me.

As his cock went deeper into me I realize how impersonal it was with my cunt presented to him for him to service as I leaned over an office desk. The feel of his cock bottoming out took me into my usual antics that made men call me a good fuck. This was the first time I realized that I wasn't in control of the man fucking me. Instead I was just a cunt made available for him to fuck. It was soon apparent there wasn't any concern for me getting off. He was pumping hard into me solely for the purpose of getting off and dumping his load of black seed into me. I let the situation get the best of me.

"Fuck me with that big cock! Give me you baby."

I felt his seed flood into me, then he stepped away. After almost a minute after I felt a gush of fluids as most of his cum ran out of me and onto the floor. I could hear two other men talking in the room. One was Rod and one wasn't my husband.

"Go ahead. Fuck her. I'll go next.

More cock pushed into and began to fuck my exposed cunt. He was quickly pressed against my ass as his cock swelled inside me. I don't think the whole thing lasted two minutes until he had cum in me and stepped away. More black seed bubbled from my soaked twat.

I heard the first two men leave as Rod moved into me to take his turn. My black cock craving had made me into a place for black men to dump their cum. Not that I didn't like it. They still were making me cum. Rod's big cock slid into me and moved into its place, slowly fucking me as compared to the other two.

"Jenna? You doin' alright?"

"Yeah, fine. I didn't know you were bringing in a third guy."

"Another one of my brothers. I've got four. Also, about a dozen cousins, four or five uncles and a couple of nephews that are old enough to keep this all legal. They're all going to want to fuck you. You up to it?"

"Jesus! Does my husband know?"

"Not yet. But, he is going to. Let's see how many fuck you before he gets curious."

Soon it seemed there were five or six men in the room waiting their turns at my exposed cunt. Rod finished a big load in me. I stayed in position waiting for the next guy to fuck me. I could listen to their conversations, but very little was said to me. I was busy, out of control of what was happening to me and getting filled with cock and cum. I had to admit to myself. I liked it!

It seemed like men came in the room as fast as one would leave there would be at least one other. I was aware of their being a line waiting their turns to fuck me. What a wonderful way to make a married white cunt feel welcome! I was get big cock silly, still hoping that men would keep coming in that door.

Porter had gotten suspicious. Knowing I'd been back there a long time and seeing Rod moving around the party and talking quietly to various men Porter later told me he cornered him.

What's up with Jenna? Is she alright?"

"She's fine, Porter. We're taking good care of her."

"We?"

"There's going to be about twenty guys fucking her tonight. We'll be sure she's having that baby. Your little white wife is really into it, too. Right now there are five or six guys lined up to fuck her. She's already taken about that many or more. Jenna can really appreciate a gang bang. And, it's not like a porn flick. No guy in her mouth or trying to fuck her ass. She wants cock in cunt only so she can feel all that black baby seed rush through that cervix.

Then he told Rod that he should peek in on me begging for each guy to fuck me and to see the line waiting a turn. That's what my husband told me when we got to our own room after midnight. I remember him coming into the little office and leaning over to talk to me as I lay on my stomach across the desk. I don't remember which guy was fucking me or which number he would have been.

"God, Jenna! Are you okay? There are guys lined up to fuck you."

I know I was a little giddy. I knew where I was and knew I was severely leaking cum as a large cock pounded in and out of me. I knew how good it felt. I really wanted Porter to leave me alone and let me fuck those guys.

"I know, Honey. Isn't it great? So many ... and all their cocks are nice and big."
It was hard to focus on him. Both visually and on what he was saying. In barely more than a month I had gone from innocent bride to whore, to fucking black men, to now the ultimate ... a black cock gangbang. I had a general idea where I was, I knew I was getting fucked, and I knew a lot of men had cum in me and the line didn't seem to end.

"Hey, Baby. You can go back to the party." I told my husband. "If you want to go to our room I'll come up later when we are done here."

So, Porter went back to the party. Word was out that he was the white guy who's wife everyone was fucking in a room somewhere in the back of the building. Rod fucked me last and then sent my husband back to collect me. He found me still bent over the cushion waiting for the next guy to fuck me.

"Jesus, Jenna! Cum is running out of you like a river."

His voice shocked me back to reality. I turned to face him and looked around to find that no one else was there waiting a turn.

"That's disappointing."

"What, that your husband is here?"

"No, that everyone else is gone."

"You missed a good party,"

"No I did not. I was a good party."

I kissed him on the lips and laughed.

"I sorry, Honey. Was it embarrassing for you out there with so many people knowing your wife was back here fucking so many black men?"

"Not really. I was proud mostly. Nobody out there knows us. Why should I care if they knew so many were guys fucking you? Rod showed me a side door out of here so were don't have to go back out through the reception hall."

"Listen, there are way more than twenty men out there that don't want their wife or girlfriend to know that I have their cum in me."

I reached under my dress to pull on my panties.

"Do you want to see if you can get me out of here before their seed leaks through the fabric and leaves a trail on the floor?"

Porter tried to hurry me. He didn't know I had tried to drain my snatch as much as I could when I was in the toilet fixing my make up. There was still plenty of seed in there. I was trying to clench my cunt muscles which was not easy to do after all that fucking. As we got almost to the door I turned and walked right up to the bride and groom to thank them for a lovely time.

Porter questioned me about how many men gangbanged me when we got to the room.

"I truly have no idea. As fast as they were doing their "pump and dump" into me it could have been forty. I know that after the first hour or so several of the men were from the groom's side of the family as well."

I slept well that night. Porter said I moaned and groaned a lot and he swore that I had to have cum several times while I wiggled around in my sleep. I sure knew what I had dreamed about when I woke up.

We open our little cathouse at ten in the morning. We got back from the city about a 9:45. Becka was out front talking to one of the older ranchers in the area. Most certainly a friend and neighbor of her father that wanted to fuck the old man's kid. As soon as we got the door open Becka had him inside. Moments later we heard her squeal from one of the rooms as the old boy's cock fucked into her.

Ah ... another Monday. All I needed now was for a couple of men to start coming in and fuck me.

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