Chapter 1

"What a MILF!" Otto commented, as he noticed Stacey walking by him.

There was just something about that particular salesgirl which especially attracted the mall's manager. It was true that the mall's rules technically discouraged any kind of relationship with staff, but she wasn't on the shopping center's payroll and thus not really his subordinate. She worked in the bath and body shop close to the information center.

Rumor had it that she also had a real-estate job during the week to pay the bills, but he didn't know for certain and didn't particularly care about that. Like most men, Otto Hauser never rated a woman based on her career choices. As far as the German was concerned, half of the worst partners were high-powered corporate Amazons, set on breaking the "glass ceiling", no matter what the consequences.

No, Otto was attracted to the brunette's playful manner and saucy wit. He also loved her cute tush and her small, but firm breasts. Her legs, while average in length, were quite sexy as well. She had a very soft and easygoing attitude, and the fact that she was known to be a mom just made her hotter. It didn't hurt that she preferred to reveal a lot of skin, either. He would have been more surprised if she had been a virgin instead of a mother, given her open and pleasant ways.

"Excuse me! What did you say?" Stacey backed up and approached him.

She didn't smile, as she normally did, so he wondered if she was offended. Of course, he wasn't the sort to apologize for his opinions. He had lived with enough of that rubbish under Honecker's regime, thank you very much. He wouldn't back down for Stacey any more than he did for the Stasi, he laughed internally at his clever wordplay.

"I believe that I called you a MILF, which stands for... ," Otto repeated his observation.

"Mother that I'd like to fuck, right?" Stacey clarified, still not grinning.

"Well, yes!" Otto admitted proudly.

"So, what's stopping you, Otto? I guarantee you that if I had any notion that you wanted to get into my pants, I'd spread my legs faster than I did for my husband. Well, gonna do anything about it, or are you going to just dream about it, my German stud?" she teased him without any embarrassment whatsoever.

"I am married, you know," Otto protested, not believing his own excuse.

"Oh, fuck you! Which marriage is this, number 12? You've been caught fooling around on so many wives, they should name the whole hotel plaza in your honor!" Stacey mocked his pretense of fidelity.

"Well, to be fair, half of the wives were as guilty as me. It has been 8 marriages, for the record, counting this one," he corrected her.

"So, since when does your wife have anything to do with boning me? I'm married, too. I'm not opposed to an affair, and I can see that you have the morals of a goat, just like me. That's what I like about you, in fact. You're not a prude or hypocrite, like my husband, the asshole. If he thinks that I don't know about his double life, he's a real jackass. Well, that and I have a thing for Germans. Well, are you going to put your cock where your mouth is?" she smirked.

"Hey, I haven't even put my mouth there, though I'd love to put both there. So, sure, if you're serious, I'll sleep with you," Otto finally stopped objecting.

"Who says that you'll get any sleep? Hubby is rarely at home most nights. He's a great lover when he's around, but his yummy cock is more often in another man's ass than mine. Tell me, will your wife leave you alone long enough for me to get a taste of your meat?" Stacey continued her dare.

"Katie? She's a great wife, in every way, but she's a lot like you. You know, a people person and a complete slut. It's funny that we never formally opened up our marriage, but we both know what each other are doing, and neither of us has confronted the other. I think that she just wants to enjoy her life and is too busy with her own trysts to even give a thought to my own affairs.

"She's not exactly subtle about covering up her tracks. Maybe she wants to keep me from feeling guilty about my lovers. She did grow up on a hippie commune, so perhaps she absorbed a lot of their free love mindset. Besides, due to her braces, she can't suck my cock without doing a lot of harm to me," Otto informed her.

"Now, that woman is a keeper, but so am I. There is one condition, however. I want to get paid. You see, I've always fantasized about being a hooker. This way, I could give up the real-estate BS and enjoy my work. I'd love to screw you, anyway, but I really prefer that you pay me. I don't care how you compensate me, but I can assure you that it will buy you 100% access to me, in every way that you desire.

"Imagine a whore who's all yours, won't ask you to wear a rubber, and will turn any trick you ask of her. Picture a mistress who won't badger you to drop your wife, either. I'd be both, rolled into one. I'd be a courtesan, really. I will even give up my other boyfriends, all of whom are losers. Yes, you would pay me, but you would be my only client. The only other man I'd screw is hubby, but I can't leave him. He's too great in bed and he's the father of my children. Besides, this way you can be sure that your marriage is safe, as long as mine is also safe.

"You would totally own me, in every way, shape, or form. I'd be your slut and so would your wife. That would be an ideal situation for you, wouldn't it? Furthermore, as long as it's professional, there's less danger of it turning into a romance. Neither of us needs that, do we? So, if you think about it, I'm the perfect girlfriend for a married man. All I want is sex and money. Yes or no, Herr Hauser?" she urged him.

To reinforce her comments, she walked up closer to him, leaned into his left ear and whispered in German, "I would love to suck your freshly used cock, someday, right after you've fucked Katie up the ass."

That settled it, of course. The fact that Stacey spoke fluent German and used it to make such a proposition to Otto ensured that she had sold herself to him. She had basically proven to him that she was his kind of woman, a true MILF indeed. The reality of her being a whore for him was the biggest of turn-ons.

He had long wanted to simply buy the right to fuck a girl whenever he pleased, and this woman had given him the chance at last. It was trouble-free sex, after spending 45 years with some kind of drama or another. To him, emotions other than lust were overrated. He loved Katie, in some sentimental way, but that was as far as his romantic side went these days. Anything else was a luxury he didn't need at all.

"I'll never think of an American accent in German as ugly, ever again. I believe that you have a deal, Stacey Larue. As from this moment, your ass is mine," Otto grinned with pleasure at the notion of their pact.