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18/02/2022
Party wife 18/2/22
last post 26/8/21
So, Karen, as I hope you have read previously, six foot, built like a Viking warrior women, and now a slut and even a prostitute, thanks to my mate Paul.
Mostly due to shut downs, the salon Karen worked at had closed, hopefully temporarily. This meant she lost income. Paul had the answer. He would pimp her around his neck of the woods. Karen needed a little persuasion but the slut within won in the end.
Paul had Karen start with a small flat he owns, and through online contacts, had several men each day go round to fuck her, mostly using condoms. They would ring the door bell any time, day or night, get let in and fuck Karen as they saw fit, and leave, the money going to Paul
After eight nights there, Karen was moved, for obvious reasons. A room at the back of a shop in a nearby town served for four nights and on the third one, four guys had her at the same time, no condoms.
A couple of days at Paul's to rest up, and Paul pulled a blinder. A good business friend of his helps out with a football team. They were due a reward apparently and so Karen was engaged.
Karen arrived with Paul's friend Hassan, tall, fit and average looks. There were seven lads and one other male, around fifty, beer belly and little hair, with a comb over. Karen had been fed several gins at Paul's before being picked up.
The lads had got weed etc. As well as pizza and so on, but when Karen walked in they stopped and stared. Hassan said; “So I promised you a treat boys, here she is, you can do what you like, her name is slut or Karen, get stuck in.”
As Hassan spoke so Jeff, the older guy, slid the straps off Karen's shoulders to lose the dress and leave her in just heels. The lads faces were just a picture she tells me.
Jeff grabbed some tit and encouraged the boys to get stuck in. “Come on Pete, (made up name) you reckon you've done it before, finger her cunt.” Pete nervously approached and began rubbing and fingering my wife's pussy.
Karen says she didn't know where to look so closed her eyes, and soon had a few hands exploring her.
Soon very wet, Karen was walked to a bench seat and laid out on her back. One of the larger lads had lost his trousers and climbed between her legs and just got to it, shoving roughly in and going for a high cruise speed right off. Hassan fed Karen his cock from the side and fucked her face.
Soon Karen had been under all seven lads and both men, and as they all went round for seconds, had three or four mouths full of cum to swallow too. All while still on her back.
Some lads were a bit vocal, but two in particular got confident and asked things like was she married, had kids, a real prostitute or whore, and did she like being one. The last to go was wiry and small, and as he fucked her he asked if she was paid for regardless of what they did. She said she was.
A minute later the lad stopped pumping and pulled out. Reaching down for a moment he slid back in and said, “In that case, I wanna dump my stuff inside you slut. I'm gonna cum in your slut cunt. And I bet you like it.”
Up until then Karen had had a few little cums but the talk as much as anything got her going and so a minute or two later, as the lad grimaced and began to pump seed into my wife, she had a pretty decent cum of her own.
As the lad climbed off Karen said quietly, “You're right, I did!” The lad had a huge grin as he walked off.
When Hassan dropped Karen off at Paul's, he had her in the car, kneeling in the foot well with her seat right back. Karen said it was the oddest night of sex she has had, so far.
After that night, Paul took Karen back to the village where he first pimped her out a while ago, and had her stand on street corners waiting for punters, which grew in number over the eight nights of prostituting my wife.
For her last night with Paul the pimp, Karen was behind a club where several men would each join her in the yard, one at a time, and fuck her, bare back, against the wall or on a collapsed card board box on the floor, each handing Paul twenty pounds for the use of her body. She admits it was a fantastic night and she was incredibly turned on by the situation.
Karen was home Tuesday morning this week and the salon reopens next week. I would love to arrange something with Karen along these lines, but we dare not do it locally, and are keeping fingers firmly crossed that no pics of her are spotted online.
Oh boy.
last post 26/8/21
So, Karen, as I hope you have read previously, six foot, built like a Viking warrior women, and now a slut and even a prostitute, thanks to my mate Paul.
Mostly due to shut downs, the salon Karen worked at had closed, hopefully temporarily. This meant she lost income. Paul had the answer. He would pimp her around his neck of the woods. Karen needed a little persuasion but the slut within won in the end.
Paul had Karen start with a small flat he owns, and through online contacts, had several men each day go round to fuck her, mostly using condoms. They would ring the door bell any time, day or night, get let in and fuck Karen as they saw fit, and leave, the money going to Paul
After eight nights there, Karen was moved, for obvious reasons. A room at the back of a shop in a nearby town served for four nights and on the third one, four guys had her at the same time, no condoms.
A couple of days at Paul's to rest up, and Paul pulled a blinder. A good business friend of his helps out with a football team. They were due a reward apparently and so Karen was engaged.
Karen arrived with Paul's friend Hassan, tall, fit and average looks. There were seven lads and one other male, around fifty, beer belly and little hair, with a comb over. Karen had been fed several gins at Paul's before being picked up.
The lads had got weed etc. As well as pizza and so on, but when Karen walked in they stopped and stared. Hassan said; “So I promised you a treat boys, here she is, you can do what you like, her name is slut or Karen, get stuck in.”
As Hassan spoke so Jeff, the older guy, slid the straps off Karen's shoulders to lose the dress and leave her in just heels. The lads faces were just a picture she tells me.
Jeff grabbed some tit and encouraged the boys to get stuck in. “Come on Pete, (made up name) you reckon you've done it before, finger her cunt.” Pete nervously approached and began rubbing and fingering my wife's pussy.
Karen says she didn't know where to look so closed her eyes, and soon had a few hands exploring her.
Soon very wet, Karen was walked to a bench seat and laid out on her back. One of the larger lads had lost his trousers and climbed between her legs and just got to it, shoving roughly in and going for a high cruise speed right off. Hassan fed Karen his cock from the side and fucked her face.
Soon Karen had been under all seven lads and both men, and as they all went round for seconds, had three or four mouths full of cum to swallow too. All while still on her back.
Some lads were a bit vocal, but two in particular got confident and asked things like was she married, had kids, a real prostitute or whore, and did she like being one. The last to go was wiry and small, and as he fucked her he asked if she was paid for regardless of what they did. She said she was.
A minute later the lad stopped pumping and pulled out. Reaching down for a moment he slid back in and said, “In that case, I wanna dump my stuff inside you slut. I'm gonna cum in your slut cunt. And I bet you like it.”
Up until then Karen had had a few little cums but the talk as much as anything got her going and so a minute or two later, as the lad grimaced and began to pump seed into my wife, she had a pretty decent cum of her own.
As the lad climbed off Karen said quietly, “You're right, I did!” The lad had a huge grin as he walked off.
When Hassan dropped Karen off at Paul's, he had her in the car, kneeling in the foot well with her seat right back. Karen said it was the oddest night of sex she has had, so far.
After that night, Paul took Karen back to the village where he first pimped her out a while ago, and had her stand on street corners waiting for punters, which grew in number over the eight nights of prostituting my wife.
For her last night with Paul the pimp, Karen was behind a club where several men would each join her in the yard, one at a time, and fuck her, bare back, against the wall or on a collapsed card board box on the floor, each handing Paul twenty pounds for the use of her body. She admits it was a fantastic night and she was incredibly turned on by the situation.
Karen was home Tuesday morning this week and the salon reopens next week. I would love to arrange something with Karen along these lines, but we dare not do it locally, and are keeping fingers firmly crossed that no pics of her are spotted online.
Oh boy.
Poster:
Ivan
