Dog Bitch to Gloryhole Hooker - Sex Stories

Dog Bitch to Gloryhole Hooker

... leaving said, "You should drop your little girl off next Friday for a play date, sweetie. Then while they play we can catch up and you can give me a little stress relief. You know we have a Doberman, right?" He laughed as he left. Claire looked lost and licked the salty cum from her lips. "Did you like watching your wife being humiliated?" She couldn't even look me in the eye when she said it. "Yeah, I really did." I said, "But not half as much as you enjoyed it, I think." She looked at me, but before she could say anything, the manager of the bookstore opened the door. What a sight it must have been to walk in and see my wife on the floor with cum dribbling out of both ends. Her tits stuck out of her bra and her thighs all scratched through the holes in her nylons without any panties showing she was freshly in use. The guy didn't even blink twice or try to hide his staring at her body and Claire didn't even bother trying to cover up any more. He said to me, "I got a business proposition for you. But you don't mind if I get my booth rental fee first do you?" With that, he dropped his pants. I decided to play along. "Sure." Gesturing to my wife to get busy sucking, "Don't make him wait, honey." For the second time tonight, Claire went to town on a stranger, sucking and licking his cock like a porn star. This time she really got into it, moaning, playing with herself and trying to make eye contact. Instead, he treated her like a wet hole with no brain, like she wasn't even a ...

... person. She was just a cock sucking machine and nothing more. "Your girl's got some real skills here. I think we can do some business. We got a glory hole in the bathroom here. We stick her in the center stall and I'll line up some customers. We split the take 50-50, what do ya say?" His lip curled as he enjoyed my wife's mouth on him and still tried to maintain the conversation. I couldn't believe we were negotiating whoring my wife. He must have thought I was her pimp instead of a bored middle class couple from the suburbs playing kinky games. "That sounds good." I said, playing it cool. "Alright then. Here's the deal, they'll pay me at the front desk, $20 a pop, they come into the booth and she sucks whatever they put through the hole until they finish." He sounded like they had done this before. Pulling her off of him by her hair he said, "You swallow everything, understand?" Claire nodded stupidly and said, "Yes I do." "Then show me." As he let go, she dove onto him again and again, her head bobbing deeply as he tensed and pumped his wad into her throat. His hand found her exposed tit below him and gave it a good squeeze to help him finish. She kept him in her mouth until he was soft like an obedient and well trained sex worker. She looked eager for some kind of compliment or validation but all she got was a "Good enough," before he took her by the arm and led her down the hall. I brought her jacket as I followed them to the smelly, dimly lit bathroom. Claire stepped into ...