WHORE WIFE_(1)

WHORE WIFE


THE BURNING QUESTION – AM I, OR AM I NOT:

She rang the doorbell of the Beverly Hills Hotel suite and waited, looking gorgeous, voluptuous and ultra-hot in a small, tight, molten gold party dress that was meant to drive men crazy. Soon the door opened and a man peered out at her, looked her up and down, and then whistled appreciatively at her spectacular looks. Deciding that she must be at the wrong door by mistake, he asked, “May I help you?” “Why yes, I was instructed to be here at this suite number at 7PM to attend a party.” A startled look came over the guy’s face and he blurted out, “My God, you mean that you’re the hooker that our investment banker arranged for us for tonight? “Well, I’m not a hooker, my boss just told me that there was going to be a party in this suite tonight that he wanted me to attend,” she explained. “Does your boss happen to work for Goldman Sachs, he asked hopefully. “Why yes he does,” she responded. “Well then, baby, you have definitely come to the right place,” the man said with an eager smile. “Now you can call yourself a party girl, or anything else that pleases you, but to us you’re the whore we ordered from Goldman Sachs.”
The big man then reached out and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the room, slamming the door behind her. Looking her over again he grinned and said, “Well, on second thought, honey, I guess, now that you’re here, there really is going to be a party here tonight, and you’re it.” Then he yelled out, “Guy’s, get your horny asses out here and see what kind of hooker our investment banker has sent us to party with tonight. You are not going to believe what this broad looks like.”
As he was yelling to his buddies, she realized that her boss had deceived her. There was no question in her mind that he knew that these guys were expecting a whore when he sent her over here and, for some reason, he had elected not to tell her that. And now she was trapped into playing the part of being a Goldman Sachs call girl.
She saw two more Germans rush into the room to find out what their companion was yelling about. The first thing she noted was that all three of them were big men in their thirties and that meant that this orgy she was going to be providing the entertainment for, was going to be a demanding physical test for her.
After they had looked her over like a pack of rabid wolves, she soon felt the three burly men crowd in around her superbly stacked body, capturing it between theirs, and she soon felt hands beginning to feel her up. Looking over the swank room her companions were going to be fucking her in, she wondered to herself, “When does a woman officially cross the line and become a real whore.” As she felt three sets of fingers penetrate her orifices she knew that, even if she wasn’t a whore, technically, when these three loud mouthed, burly beasts got through with her tonight, she was certainly going feel like one.
As she compliantly let them have their way with her, she began thinking about all of the things that had happened leading up to her being here tonight, getting primed to perform the crude, demanding, demeaning sex acts that she knew she was going to be forced to perform for these very important clients of the giant investment firm that she worked for.

SCHOOL DAYS & PROMISCUITY:

She had a normal early youth but by the time she entered the 9th grade she already had a woman’s fully formed, hour glass figure topped by a beautiful, sultry face and a long, thick, black mane of hair. She had quickly learned the kind of attraction her curves were to members of the opposite sex and, just as quickly, how that intoxicating power of attraction could be used to get her whatever she wanted. As a result she had easily glided through high school having the ability to wrap around her fingers nearly anyone who she needed something from. If anyone resisted, she would just use her body to get from them whatever she wanted.
She had been a majorette and won the most beautiful girl award four straight years. She and her equally well-endowed, Latina classmate, Mercedes, were both extremely promiscuous, an attribute that made the two of them extremely popular with the boys, several of whom they both had torrid sex affairs with. What made them super popular was the fact that they liked to double date and make out with each other while their dates watched. The final kicker was that they were always ready and willing to swallow their dates cum. They were also risk takers who had dared each other into having sex with three different 50 and sixty year old teachers, just to prove that they had the power to do it.
She had then gone on to college where she was even more popular. Besides being a majorette, again, she had been voted homecoming queen two years in a row. Like she’d done during her high school years, she got by on her spectacular looks and never had to work hard to get anything she wanted. She also liked males, and their cocks, more than ever and was even more wantonly promiscuous than ever. Besides screwing her fellow students, she continued the practice of having sex with her teachers but, being a lot smarter about it by then, she had only given them the sex in exchange for them giving her better grades.

GRADUATION – IN BAD NEED OF A JOB:

She had graduated with honors with a degree in sociology but, during her last semester had discovered that it was a degree for which there were very few jobs to be had, and the ones that were available only paid poverty level wages. The closer she got to graduation the more she realized how little her degree was worth. Finally, in desperation, had gone to see her lazy slug of a guidance counselor to get some direction and help in finding employment. After going over the possibilities with him, right in front of a picture of his ugly wife, she had given the dumpy Councilor a deep throating, blue balled Blowjob in order to give him more incentive to work on her job search ahead of everyone else’s.
The full swallow BJ must have been very inspirational because the next day the Councilor called and told her that one of the college’s major benefactors, and contributors, was going to be on campus the following Tuesday to make a large donation to the College. He told her that the guy was also scheduling private interviews with attractive female graduates for the purpose of filling the position of personal assistant to him. The Councilor urged her to book one of the remaining interview slots that was open, and to look her very best when she met with the guy. Excited, she immediately told him to book her in one of the slots.

WINNING THE BEAUTY CONTEST TO GET THE JOB:

The large contributor turned out to be the Managing Partner of the Los Angeles office of one of the major New York investment banking houses, Mr. Peter Epstein. As fate would have it this fortuitous meeting brought together two licentious quests, the joint consummation of which would provide both parties with exactly what they were looking for.
She came to the meeting with a useless degree, with absolutely no work experience of any kind, and with no real interest in working at all. Like most women, she had hoped to catch a rich husband or a sugar daddy to support her, but she had ended up spending so much time having a good time being a promiscuous party girl, that she hadn’t set aside any time to look for someone like that and actually catch him. On the other hand, the positives she had brought with her that day had been her spectacular beauty, a ripe, voluptuous body and lots of sexual experience, combined with a readiness to do anything it took to get an income paying position, something that her gross Guidance Counselor could vouch for.
When she went into the interview room that day, her potential boss turned out to be a homely Jew from a very wealthy family who , unbeknownst to her, five years before had married an equally unattractive women from an even wealthier Jewish family, said marriage being a marriage of convenience, Also unsaid to her, his specific purpose for personally conducting these interviews was to find a beautiful young Anglo female assistant who could be persuaded, through the payment of very high wages, to provide him with the type of wild dirty sexual gratification that he wasn’t able to get at home, primarily because his very rich wife was just too ugly to have anything more than missionary sex with.
Well understanding the irresistible affect her beauty and body was having on her rich potential employer, during the interview she said all the right things, overtly flirted with him, charmed him with her looks and intelligence, and boggled his mind with the extremely tight and revealing dress she had wisely chosen to wear that day. As the interview proceeded, she could see that Peter was absolutely mesmerized by the stunningly spectacular female form she was flaunting in front of him.
And Peter was, in fact, really hooked. When he had come up with this hiring scheme he had, of course, envisioned the new hire as being very attractive, but this luscious, sensational set of female curves was beyond even his wildest dreams.
After discussing with her everything but what the job actually entailed, Peter had offered her the position as his executive assistant along with a salary of $50,000 per year. She had gulped when she heard the amount of the offer, which was far and away more that she had ever imagined it could be. Getting control of her excitement, she quickly accepted. She had been so turned on by this completely unexpected salary windfall that she would have let him fuck her right then and there, out of gratitude for his giving her this completely unexpected largess.

JOB DESCRIPTION – HIGH PAID OFFICE MISTRESS, TAKE IT OR LEAVE:

The following Monday she showed up at the firm’s luxurious office to begin her duties as assistant to Mr. Epstein. During the first couple of days she found her job responsibilities to be little more than that of a gofer, cocktail waitress and pin-up girl for his clients to ogle. On the third day Peter had called her into his office to inform her that he was giving her a $25,000 per year clothing allowance, then took her out shopping and showed her exactly what type of outfits he wanted her to start wearing around the office. They turned out to be very tight and revealing, party type clothes that were teasingly suggestive and gave her the look of a B-movie queen. It was the type of clothing that she had always wanted to wear but hadn’t been able to afford.
Now that he had her dressed up in man pleasing outfits, she knew that it was just a matter of time before he made his move on her. While she waited she found that it really excited her to have such a rich and powerful man be so obviously taken by her dazzling looks. Knowing that he was lusting for her body was like an aphrodisiac to her, so much so that it more than overcame the fact that her new boss was very unattractive. But the thing that really helped her overcome the problem of his looks was the fact that, as all rational women know, no man is really ugly if he’s seriously rich.
Sure enough the following Monday Peter had taken her out for a long lunch. During the consumption of the wine and food he had explained to her that his marriage was one of convenience, a match that melded together two very rich families and made them even richer. He told her that he and his wife did not have, nor would they ever have, the kind of stimulating sex life he longed for. He further advised her that, under no circumstances would he and his wife ever get a divorce because of the amount of wealth involved. He then confessed his total infatuation with her and that, under the circumstances he had described, would she agree to become his office mistress and provide him with the type of wonderfully dirty sex he craved. He had ended the discussion by bluntly making it perfectly clear to her that, if she turned down his proposed arrangement, she would be terminated and another girl brought in to take her place.
Of course his illicit proposal was not unexpected, but the take it or leave nature of the ending stipulation came as quite a shock to her. Happily seeing the worried look on her face caused by the possibility of losing her high paying job, Peter took the opportunity to finish baiting the hook by telling to her that he would give her another $25,000 increase in salary if she accepted the position, as described.
She may have been taken aback by the coldly threatening ending to his offer, but her fertile mind immediately switched gears and calculated that she would be making $100,000 per year in salary to be his mistress and give it up to him any time he wanted it. With that very stimulating salary amount firmly in mind she didn’t hesitate for a moment to say yes.
That evening he had her stay late and, drawing on all the experience she had gained during her highly promiscuous high school and college years, she gave him the best fuck he had ever had, one that she felt he more than deserved for paying her such a spectacularly high salary.
At the beginning of the sex session she had gotten an additional, non-monetary, bonus when she had unzipped his fly and discovered that her new boss was immensely well hung. By the time Peter was through ravishing all of her orifices with his huge weapon that evening, she had to admit to herself that, for a short, ugly Jew he really knew how to put his huge meat to a woman.
Driving home afterwards she had smiled to herself that, so far, it looked like being her boss’s mistress/sex provider wasn’t going to be a bad gig at all.