Hotwife, Mother and Whore for the Family Business - Sex Stories

Hotwife, Mother and Whore for the Family Business

... being sucked off by her too. Then I thought since his dick is only about four inches long and thin, she probably wouldn’t enjoy sucking him anyway, after getting a taste of those black and Latino cocks. I dated a few men of color before I met Michael, and know firsthand that some of them have really big cocks. It was clear to me that we had to do something to save the business, even if that meant I took over the assistant’s job. So I said, “I think I’ve heard enough about your little slut Tammy. We need to clean up our image and save some money at the same time. I’ll take over her job, and we’ll change this business model, if you can even call it that, where your customers will no longer be expecting to fondle or get sucked off by your assistant. What do you think about that idea?” He scratched his head and responded, “If you’re sure that you want to put yourself in that position, then I guess we can try it. Those men can be pretty insistent and they are accustomed to having their way with the assistants. I sure hope that we don’t lose too much business over the change. You should be expecting at least some vulgar comments from the men. I mean, you are prettier than all of those other girls, and you have a great body. We’ll just have to see if using you as eye-candy is enough to keep them happy. You will need to at least show a little skin, though. Maybe knowing that you are my wife will make them less likely to hit on you.” The other girls Michael hired were only nineteen or ...

... twenty years old, and I was still in great shape at twenty-four. I have dark-brown, should-length hair and jade-green eyes that compliment my light-olive complexion. I’m five feet and seven inches tall, and weigh one hundred and twenty pounds after having our baby and nursing him. My breasts were 36Ds before I started nursing, and they are now round, firm and shapely 36Es. Michael sometimes says that I am ‘bootylicious’, due to my prominent and firm ass cheeks that jiggle so tantalizingly when I walk. We paid Tammy a nice bonus to ensure that she would stay for another week to train me on the systems and procedures. I thought that later on I could keep our son in the back bedroom and with me during the work day. For the immediate future, however, my mother was taking care of him for me. I pumped and stored breast milk for my mother to feed him, and usually had to relieve the pressure by pumping during the day. Only one customer stopped in the office that week. Tammy took him to the garage to select some items and was gone for almost fifteen minutes. I don’t know whether she sucked him off or not. I wanted to peek to see what they were doing, but thought better of it. The following Monday was my first day alone on the job, and I wore tight, skimpy, stretch, workout shorts and a tight, short-cropped t-shirt, that showed plenty of midriff under my full, pendulous breasts. Michael was out of town and I felt kind of exposed sitting there in that outfit. It was part of the job and ...