WHORE WIFE 2 - Sex Stories

WHORE WIFE 2

... you wait this late to tell me about this,” Peter yelled? “This makes finding a suitable substitute almost impossible.” “I’m sorry but I just found out about five minutes ago,” she explained. The Germans were three of the Berlin office’s best clients, who were renounced for being hard on the women the firm provided them with. With only three hours left until the hooker was scheduled to arrive at their Suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel, Peter was in a real bind. He quickly determined that he would never be able to come up with a high class whore, so that left him with his mistress as his only possible solution. He decided that he wouldn’t tell her that she was really going to be a whore tonight and, instead, would tell her that she was just going to a party then would leave her to her find out what her real mission was when she got to the hotel suite. He was confident that she would be able to handle it and would forgive him for not tell her the truth. She had gone back to her office on a real high about her new position and her outrageously high salary. Thirty minutes later her intercom buzzed so she got up and returned to Peter’s office. He waived her into a chair and said, “The Berlin office just called. They told me that there are three Germans in town who are major clients of their office. The guys are having a party in their hotel suite at the Beverly Hills Hotel tonight and they need another girl to attend. I told the Berliners that, on such short notice, I would send ...

... you. So baby, why don’t you put your husband to the test and call him and tell him you may be out all night. Still filled with excitement she felt in the mood for a hot party and immediately said that she would be happy to attend and would take care of calling Mark. HOTEL WHORE: With her tight skirt up around her waist and her panties tossed aside, she was crushed between the big bodies of the three Germans who were having their fun using her like a human pin cushion, by sticking their fingers into her anus and pussy and then shoving them in her mouth to suck on, sometimes two sets thick fingers as a time. Then, when they had temporarily tired of that game, they popped her huge breasts out of the top of her dress, then put their hands on her shoulders and forced her down onto her knees and then stood in a tight circle around her taking turns sticking their cocks in her mouth and making her suck on them, like she had done with their fingers. As they enthusiastically played this little game of cock merry-go-round, their leader, Horst, reminded his two, near rapists, of the rules they had to observe with married hookers provided to them by Goldman Sachs. “Now, you two barbarians, remember we have it in writing that we can’t injure them or leave marks on their bodies, like major scratches and bruises. Other than that we are pretty much free to use this slut to gratify ourselves, any way we want, while we cuckold her husband.” Horst then looked down at her and said, “Now, honey, you ...