Chapter 7

On Monday afternoon I was surprised to find two strange men in the living room when Rex brought me home from the barbershop. It was only the fact that I was stark naked except for my cock-cage and collar that I felt constrained from confronting them. Instead, I tried to kind of slip past them quickly to go to my room.

“Wait a minute, Gianna,” said Rex, entering behind me, “don’t you want to welcome your guests?”

I stopped and turned. They were sitting far apart. One was old, probably in his sixties or more. The other guy looked half his age, although he was balding.

“Hi, I’m Gianna. I live here?” I said, not intending it to sound like a question. What I did want was to understand why they were here.

The younger guy spoke. “I’m Jason. I had an appointment for four o’clock?”

“Appointment?” I was confused. Besides, it was almost five.

The older man said, “And mine is for five, but I can’t wait if he’s going to go first; I can’t stay. What’s taking her so long?”

The young guy, Jason, had been eyeing me. “Are you a whore too?” he asked eagerly.

It began to dawn on me that they must have been referring to Cathy. But wasn’t she at work? She had gone in that morning.

Rex, aways the master of any ceremony, answered the question for me. I was relieved, being too confused to muster any degree of agency.

“Gianna is the household slave, but she can certainly service you. How do you want to do her?”

Jason looked surprised, but not at all displeased. “Just give me a quick blowjob. I need to leave soon.” He started to undo his trousers.

Rex’s words had both calmed and excited me. No longer anxious about the situation, I was now sexually aroused, both by his characterization of me as a lowly slave, and by the prospect of a new cock to suck. Even though I had swallowed at least a dozen cumloads at the gloryhole, I was eager to debase myself again.

I was on my knees in front of Jason by the time his cock was out. It went straight into my mouth, lengthening as it stiffened so quickly that it also went straight down my throat. It felt like the perfect size; it stretched my gullet delightfully while reaching deep down my esophagus, making me feel like a cunt, fulfilling my purpose.

With my nose pressed against his belly and my chin on his balls, he held my head still, quelling my impulse to bob my head. I suck-stroked the underside of his thick shaft with my tongue and breathed through my nose, feeling like a pro and enjoying his sweaty scent.

After a moment, he began to move his hips while his hands kept my head immobile, fucking his cock in and out of my face, my mouth, my throat, and stimulating my pharynx ecstatically.

I was in cocksucking nirvana, so I didn’t notice that the other guy had approached us until he grabbed me by the hips to raise them into a more ass-accessible position. I cooperated easily, only half aware that he was going to fuck my ass.

A moment later I was being spit-roasted. It was my first time, and as I realized what was happening, I also realized that it was quite possibly the best thing I’d ever felt. Stuffed with cock at both ends!

Somehow, my two fuckers got into a rhythm that had me rocking on my knees, feeling their shafts alternately going in and out of their respective sockets as if they were two ends of a single rod. I was drooling from my mouth and dripping from tiny caged cock.

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That was the day I learned that Rex had put Cathy on the market as a whore. Numerous men around town had already found her on a popular sex app. And several had liked her profile enough to schedule a session.

Cathy too had only found out that afternoon. Rex had told her to take a half-day off from work and come home at noon. That’s when she discovered thar her bedroom, formerly Emma’s, had been transformed into a bordello, with heavy drapes and mood lighting.

She changed into the revealing negligée that Rex had set out for her and then reclined on the bed like a courtesan in a French painting, waiting for her first client in a heightened sense of arousal.

She told me how nervous she had been, waiting to discover whom she would have to give herself to, while her pussy dripped continuously. Rex told her that she had to clean up between “tricks” and be ready for a new guy at the top of each hour.

Her first customer was a nerdy guy in his thirties who climbed onto her and fucked her pussy for five minutes before he came, and then pulled up his pants and left without saying a word. So she had a long time, over forty-five minutes, and, being aroused and frustrated, she just lay there for half an hour, fingering her pussy and trying to discern the flavor of the cum he had left inside her. Only then did she freshen up.

The second guy was a different story. “He was kind of cute, in a frumpy middle-aged kind of way,” she said. “He stopped in the doorway and just stared at me with a goofy grin until I beckoned him with my hand. ‘What’s that in your pants?’ I asked him; I could see he had a boner.

“He still seemed pretty hesitant, so I opened my negligee and held out my boobs to him like an offering. That got him going, but I had to make him take off his pants before I let him play with them. They really turned him on. I played with his dick while he sucked on my titties. And, when he was about to cum, I shifted my position and made him cum all over my boobs.

“He was thrilled, gasping and ogling my cum-spattered tits with that big goofy grin on his face. I used a finger to scoop a glob of cum off my chest and I made a show of licking it and swallowing it with lots of yummy sounds. His eyes got really big. And then I scooped some more and fed it to him.

“He leaned forward to taste it and, as soon as he had some in his mouth, I pulled him down to my chest and he licked all his cum off of my boobs. It was awesome!”

She looked really proud of herself as she told me all this. I was proud of her too. And it was getting me very aroused.

“But,” she continued after a brief pause, “the third guy really screwed up my schedule.” She gave me a quizzical glance. “Do you remember Caleb Crossley? Keira’s little brother?”

I nodded. Keira was one of Emma’s high school friends; Caleb had been a couple of years behind them.

“Well, he’s not little now!” she continued. “And definitely not in the cock department!” She grinned and raised her eyebrows.

“He was very polite. He knew who I was; he called me ‘Mrs. Wilson.’ And he said he had always had a crush on me. He fucked me hard and fast, and he came quickly the first time. Then he fucked me two more times. I lost track of how many times I came. I lost track of time too ... He didn’t leave until Rex came and took him away.”

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So Cathy was a whore now. She had customers coming and going every evening after supper. She still had her day job as an HR manager, but that was losing its luster for her compared to the sex work. That is, she was beginning to lose interest in it until her two careers began to merge.

One of her employees had spotted her on social media and told the boss. And Cathy became the office slut. At first it was just Brian and Mr. Prentiss using her, but workplace secrets being what they are, soon she was servicing a growing circle of company personnel, including a couple of the women. Her workday was almost entirely occupied with fucking and giving head; in fact, she had to set up back-to-back appointments on the company’s scheduling app to keep things organized.