Hotwife Hooker: Season One #1
A New Job
Hi reader, I have significantly rewritten one of my early books, Hotwife Hooker. The series is three books long, all of which have been removed from my Substack while I rewrite. This is Book One - Chapter One, available to paid subscribers, as all future rewritten chapters will be.
Once the first book is complete, I will leave it on Substack for at least one week until I publish it on Amazon, at which point I may be required to remove it from here.
I hope you enjoy this rewrite. As an example - this chapter was 1,800 words long and it is now 3,316 words.
This chapter is free to everyone, but chapters two onwards are for paid only.
I rushed my husband and kids out of bed and into their respective en-suite showers, hurriedly sliding breakfast onto the table after they dressed. While they ate, I loitered patiently near our front door, desperate for them to finish and leave.
My heart pounded excessively, and I cringed everywhere except on my face, terrified at what sleazy treachery I was about to commit and the fact that my family might find out.
As each beloved family member exited past me through the front door, I handed out their lunches, and school bags, giving each a loving kiss with a bonus cheeky ass slap for my husband, which turned me on even more than I already was.
I’d enjoyed a night of sleazy dreams, at least one sneaky clitoris rub while Steve slept, and a lewd encounter with a shower head an hour earlier before waking my family, but nothing could quench my desire.
When Steve spun around and stepped closer, cupping my ass cheeks suggestively, wanting a longer, sexier, and more lingering kiss, I gave it to him, enjoying how his tongue tantalized mine, making my pussy lips tremble and filling my panties with more shameful sticky arousal.
It stressed me much more when my phone pinged repeatedly as messages stacked up from my friend Tiffany. When I closed the front door and ensured privacy, I sat down on a kitchen stool and composed myself, frowning, shutting my eyes, and counting to ten.
Nothing stopped my fingers from trembling.
Even though my anxiety had been piqued and I was panicked, I swallowed that fear and prepared myself to be fucked by strangers. I stared down at my phone and focused on the messages sent by my friend, pimp, and business partner, Tiffany.
They all want to cum inside you, Emma.
Are they wearing condoms?
No. They want to fuck you bareback and unload their semen inside your pussy, condom free.
Tiffany couldn’t be clearer, and I set my phone down gently as though it were radioactive, stood up, and walked to a window staring out. I was contained in a tawdry bubble of sexual ambiguity and moral decay, terrified by the choices that had got me here but more horrified about the next one because of its finality and significant meaning for my loving marriage.
Emma?
Emma?
Will you be fucked on their terms, or should I cancel the whole thing?
I frowned and pulled lasciviously on my lip, then came to a decision. My fingers flashed across the phone screen in disbelief at the words I typed. When I closed my eyes and hit send, I sat down heavily on a sofa and stared at the text.
I’ll let them all cum inside me… no condoms, bareback, please. I want this! Don’t cancel!
I hate condoms anyway, and with five high-net-worth customers lined up to fuck me, it was too late to cancel my inaugural gangbang. I needed the cash, and the guys were already waiting with solid cocks to fill my pussy with semen. Once the first guy filled me with his cum, I knew any further fucking of my hole would feel better for everyone else condom free.
Good. They are going to love fucking you, baby girl.
Per the client’s request, I wore a waitress outfit and slung on an overcoat, covering myself before dashing over the road to Tiffany’s home. She opened the door before I arrived and ushered me into her hallway, helping me off with my coat.
“They’re naked and eager to fuck you.”
“That’s great. Have they paid yet?”
“Two grand each, yes. There’s a bonus if the biggest cock can do anal with you. He’s not arrived yet, though.”
“How much extra ?”
Hold on, did I just fucking say that?
“Another thousand bucks.”
“I meant, how much bigger is his cock than the others?”
“Oh, sorry, Em. He’s just shy of eight inches and very thick.”
“Fuck. That’s huge, especially for any girl’s back passage. I’ve only ever had one that size and didn’t do anal.”
“I have plenty of lube and a dispensing tool that can apply it deep inside you.”
“Dispensing tool?”
Tiffany held up both hands, grinning cheekily while wiggling her fingers. She was chilled out, but then running high-class hookers was her business, and in any event, she wasn’t the one taking a giant cock in her back passage.
I considered my options, then nodded consent. I wanted money for a new car and was determined we’d have a BMW. My husband deserved it, and my pussy would deliver. Now, it seemed my anus would help out as a secondary revenue-generating stream, too.
I stepped into Tiffany’s living room, enjoying a few low whistles and murmurs of approval, bathing in their appreciative glances. I’m a hot, twenty-eight-year-old, yummy mommy who runs and works out a lot. Even after squeezing out a couple of kids, I still have an amazingly tight pussy hole that my husband fucks most nights.
When Tiffany tried me out in advance of our agreement, she said my pussy clamped down on her fingers like a vice.
“On the couch, please, Emma.”
My friend took control of our gangbang, carefully inspecting each cock, kneeling down, peeling foreskins where necessary, sniffing, and checking everyone’s hygiene before popping them in her mouth and sucking the clients off till they were hard.
I was aroused before I arrived, but now, watching the preparation for my pounding, my gusset warmed and was beyond full of cream seeping from my desperately wanton pussy. A tiny bead of shame escaped the double cotton fabric lining of my gusset, dribbling down my silken thigh into the hollow at the back of my knee, where it paused.
I didn’t dare reach down with a tissue to wipe it, terrified they would see and consider me a slut.
I am a slut.
I propped myself into the corner of Tiffany’s dark red leather sofa, arching my back against its low Chesterfield-style arms and back. I spread my legs wide apart, presenting my freshly shaven pussy to be fucked on the forward edge of the sofa seat cushion.
“Two of you guys grip her ankles carefully and hold slutty Emma wide open. While the first one fucks her pussy, the spare guy gets to fuck her mouth for as long as he wants. Once you nut inside her, you guys must change around in whatever order you agreed.”
“How many shots do we get inside her, please?”
“You’ve paid for one go each.”
“Can I have a second go if I need it, please? I’ll pay more.”
Tiffany eyeballed me for an answer, and the atmosphere in the room was electrified. I considered the request, reeling around in a hazy, intoxicated quandary.
Oh fuck.
I’m a hooker.
Why not enjoy and make money?
I frowned, then nodded and gasped, shocked by my lewd behavior. We’d agreed on a twenty percent discount for anyone wanting to fuck me a second time. I worried that my husband, Steve, might like to make love tonight, but I figured I could satisfy him with a blowjob.
“Take the money now, please, Tiffany.”
I wouldn’t allow an empty wallet trick to stall my car purchase. Despite our upper-middle-class status and the fact I had never cheated on my husband, today I was a cum slut to be used, and if these guys would fuck and fill me with baby-making seed, I was damn well making sure I got paid.
I was surprised at how gentle they were, handling me carefully and spreading both legs wide open, holding each ankle as far apart as my muscles and joints allowed. When they split me wide open, and my labia parted, feeling sticky, a musky pussy aroma wafted, flaring my nostrils. I stared down and saw a glistening fuck hole with a gaping slit and tiny tendril strands of my sticky cream connected swollen labia together.
“That’s a beautiful pussy, Emma.”
“Thank you.”
I smiled at the stranger about to fuck me, surprised by how polite he spoke, noticing his cock was bigger than my husband’s. They all had bigger cocks than I had fucked for years. It would be a morning to remember, and finally, I relaxed, wanting to enjoy my new money-making venture.
When one cock pressed hard, parting my swollen labia, he bounced a bulbous glans back and forth, dipping gently inside my fuck hole until my cream lubed his glans. He gripped my ass cheeks, prised them wide apart, then leaned in, thrusting tentatively until his solid shaft slid balls deep inside my throbbing cunt.
I felt glad to have just come off my period in time for this booking, having had no sex the week before that. I was desperate for cock and had five in the room, with another yet to come.
My fuck hole felt tighter and more prepared for a gang bang, having gone without my husband’s cock for a week.
Tiffany insisted all her girls had no sex for at least five days before a fuck gig because the clients deserved pristine pussy. If the paying guest wanted to share me with friends, that was fine, but no hubby cum was allowed inside me before my client enjoyed what he paid for.
Most other girls on Tiffany’s register had husbands who’d signed off on their daily side hustle, but I hadn’t discussed mine with Steve. We had never talked about cuckolding, and now it was too late because it was happening.
The first cock stretched my hole wide while I squeezed soft pussy walls around his gnarly shaft, milking him.
My pink cathedral, recently menstruated, rejoiced its new, much larger than hubby, blue veiny cock. I felt a sigh of relief when my swains face lit up in ecstasy, knowing he felt my cunt was exquisite. It was the final puzzle piece that settled my nerves, and I relaxed, enjoying the cock reaming my tight hole while its owner clawed my ass cheeks for leverage.
He smiled affectionately with saucer-like eyes and dilated pupils. Although I kept a straight face, I couldn’t help sneaking a secret chuckle to myself, seeing that the guy fucking me had obviously caught some mild feelings. He fucked me gently, with a long cock stroke, bottoming out deep inside, grinding his pubic bone against my swollen labia.
I tilted my head back, and a second, larger cock slid across my forehead and nose, knocking gently against my lips, pleading for access. I reached for, then gripped my client’s thick, iron solid shaft around its base, gently peeling his foreskin back.
A pungent pre-cum veneer smelled terrific, and its salty, burning taste seared my taste buds, even more so when I licked, then sucked his delicious, glistening, smooth glans as it probed deep into my throat.
His ballsacks were pristine clean, and shaven, resting on my forehead as I tilted my neck further back to swallow more of his gnarly, solid cock. I stroked my flattened tongue from side to side across the taut banjo string underneath his glans before sliding it along his bloated urethra, taking him deeper and chewing his shaft on the way down.
My reproductive organs exploded in a Fourth of July fireworks display, tickling, trembling, and shuddering in pre-orgasmic joy while my swain pumped my fuck hole harder, deeper, and faster than I had been taken in years. Oxytocin-rich blood flooded my organs like a surging chemical tsunami flushing through my body, warming my soul.
I ascended to become a hotwife hooker that I desired to be, paid for like a common whore, and I loved it. My synapsis lined up, lit, and exploded, tugging lasciviously at my soul as every taboo I’d considered inviolate was broken, and my inhibitions urged me to take pride in getting my clients off.
I must explain to Steve why I can’t give this up.
I rode blissfully towards an orgasm when the cock inside my pussy flooded my womb with a hot, potent seed. I knew my decision was right because it felt good, warm, and cozy, and I reveled in his orgasm like a luxuriant, proud, and satisfied slutty housewife.
While I sucked and licked his friend’s shaft, my pussy swain jerked and bounced from one foot to the other on tiptoes, with his rigid cock crushing my cervix, twitching vigorously, spraying his seed deep inside me like a thrashing out-of-control firehose.
Rope after rope of warm cum spilled deep inside me, eventually dribbling out and onto the leather sofa when his increasingly flaccid cock slid out of my gaping wide, well fucked hole.
“I’ve got the cleanup ready. You carry on sucking your lover off, Emma.”
My lover?
Fuck!
What have I done?
I felt Tiffany’s hand, covered in tissue, cup my pussy, catching a cum pie as it sluiced from my pulsating fuck hole. My manager inserted two fingers inside me, scooping and draining his cream while my face contorted in shame. Nevertheless, I relentlessly continued sucking and licking the cock, throbbing gently inside my mouth.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Tiffany enter the frame, pointing at my tightly clenched lips while staring at the guy pounding his cock in and out of them.
“Do you want to cum inside Emma’s pussy, or will you nut there, in her mouth.”
I squeezed the base of his cock, wanking him encouragingly with one hand while rubbing his perineum with two fingers from the other. I felt his cock twitch gently and knew he wouldn’t leave my throat.
“I’ll stay here and fill her mouth.”
Thank fuck… I need it.
“Where’s your wallet, sweetheart? Cum-in-mouth costs more.”
“Help yourself.”
“Emma, I’ll take his cash, but please don’t spill a drop, or we’ll have to refund.”
I rubbed the tender, smooth slipway from his balls to a wrinkled anus, brushing my finger lightly over the ridges of his spangled whorl. He tiptoed, leaning gently into my mouth as if face fucking me, gripping both of my ears, pulling and pushing.
I wanked his cock harder, sliding one finger up to the first knuckle inside his back passage. He gasped, enjoying getting fingered, relaxing his butt cheeks and anus as though encouraging more.
The guy who’d already fucked me swapped over with his friend, holding an ankle. A fresh, bony cock slid deep inside my pussy, gliding effortlessly on his friend’s cum. My fuck hole felt wider, and deep inside, I was disgustingly sloppy, but he groaned, clearly satisfied, fucking me hard, like a massive piston.
The guy fucking me was a grunter, and I felt happy enjoying the audible feedback from his pleasured sensation of fucking my cunt.
At the mouth end, I slid my digit inside my lover’s asshole up to the second knuckle, pressing the soft tissue walls of his rectum until I nudged the prostate treasure nearby. I squeezed my throat gently, forcing his moans louder, milking him.
I fucked his anus with a few steady strokes of my stiff finger, in tune with the solid thrusts of a giant cock pounding in and out of my pussy. I cricked my throat slightly, allowing his shaft to slip deeper inside, cramming my windpipe full while I squeezed hard, focused on his pleasure, enjoying gagging on a cock for the first time in a week.
Saliva gathered in my chin dimple, and I felt a long drool drop to the floor.
The cock deep in my cunt bottomed out against my cervix, prompting an explosive flood of pleasure throughout my reproductive organs. Orgasmic flutters of bliss shuddered through my whole body, firing synapses, celebrating my choices.
I slid the cock out from my mouth, suckling on its glistening head, wanking the man's shaft while ass fucking him with delicate finger strokes. I ignored my pleasure needs, squeezing my pussy walls on my swains cock, feeling proud to control two guys and their orgasms.
When the guy face fucking me orgasmed, shooting his cum in ropes of waxy white delight, I gulped quickly to clear my mouth, ensuring no drop was spilled. My tonsils were coated with his salty load, and I choked, sucking his glans harder while he trembled when I squeezed his prostate, milking him dry, licking clean any residue.
When I popped my finger out of his asshole, Tiffany dragged my wrist away quickly, wiping my digit clean while he stooped down and kissed my forehead, whispering.
“That was the best sex I ever had, Emma.”
I felt lifted, my self-esteem was elevated, and I knew this slutty lifestyle must continue. I studied my pussy swain and smiled encouragingly, knowing I was in complete control of his pleasure.
“Go on, babe. Please cum inside me.”
I nodded my approval and consent, and that’s all it took; my kindness started his explosive orgasm. He hadn’t lasted long fucking me, but I knew he’d saved his semen for days to unload it inside me, and that felt good.
He groaned noisily, repeatedly, then screamed and shuddered violently while his cock twitched and jerked deep inside me, decanting his load.
When he slid his cream-covered cock out, Tiffany pulled another wet wipe, and I watched in awe at how attentively she cleaned them and me. As they relaxed, sitting wherever felt comfortable, I enjoyed a belly full of cum.
“Will you try the anal session right away, Emma, please?”
I smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
“Of course. I already agreed. Can you lube me up, please?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, sweetie. Flip yourself over.”
I turned over and kneeled on Tiffany’s leather sofa while she snapped a latex glove onto her fist.
I raised my ass, and she prised my cheeks apart, slathering waterproof lubricant around my spangled flower.
“Relax, babe, I’m going deep inside.”
Her finger slid seamlessly deep inside my back passage, then back out, where she reloaded with lube and thrust inside me again. I felt two fingers probe when Tiffany stretched my sphincter and back passage wide, scooping copious lube inside, plastering my soft tissue walls.
After she’d widened my back passage, I felt the lube bottle nozzle slide deep inside my hole. When Tiffany squeezed, I felt ice-cold lube fill me up.
The doorbell rang, and I thought it must be our last punter of the day. Strangely, the others were dressing to leave. Tiffany showed them out while letting my anal fuck buddy in.
When my ex-boyfriend walked into the room, I froze, terrified and confused. Halfway through a turn, with my ass sticking in the air, a shaven well fucked cunt still dripped semen onto the floor, and a lubricated anus was perfectly presented for him to fuck.
My heart pounded like it tried ripping my rib cage open to escape, and I felt tears welling in my eyes. The moment felt humiliating, and I was such a slut, stupid for believing I could get away with it.
“Jump up and let Josh have his turn, sweetie.”
“What the fuck, Tiffany?”
“C’mon Emma, Josh is just a client. The fact that he’s your ex-boyfriend is irrelevant. When he discovered you were on the circuit, this gorgeous man couldn’t book a session with you fast enough.”
Josh looked beseechingly at me, clasping his palms together in prayer without any sign of judgment. I couldn’t believe I’d been set up, but since he was my favorite ex-boyfriend and seemed willing to pay top dollar, it seemed a shame to ruin the day.
“Please, Emma, I always wanted us to do anal.”
“Your cock is too fucking big, Josh.”
My friend and pimp lay a calming hand on my shoulder while I frowned and bit my bottom lip, wanting to have my back passage fucked, while terrified of the consequences.
“I’ve lubricated your asshole already, Emma. I’ll stay and help Josh fuck you.”
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