Dee: Hi everyone! It’s been a really busy month and it has been a struggle to get a set out this month but I hope this gets in by the nose!
It’s still April? Yes? Good! Phew!
You may have read some of my other stories where my husband takes great pleasure in displaying me and offering me up to the nearest horny guy; his buddies, work colleagues, business associates or even just random men on the street. It’s kind of our thing!
We had been planning a ‘date night’ for a couple of weeks and we were just waiting for the right time. We all know what time that is now don’t we? I don’t have to explain that much do I? Good! My husband noticed, one morning, that my purple fertility tattoo was glowing neatly on my lower midriff and he grinned at me. “Looks like it’s time for another date night sweetheart.” He smirked.
That got me all excited because our date nights may be a little different from the normies and squares who think a bottle of wine, roses and a good meal constitutes a date!
That afternoon, I picked out the perfect outfit for such an occasion and my husband told me he had found a nice new place to take me for our ‘date’. Apparently it was quite fruitful and he wanted to give me a twirl turning tricks at that location.
Once we were ready, we headed to the new location. It looked promising, an alley off the sidewalk but not too far and well known for prostitutes and johns the like. It even had a “Whore” neon sign fixed to the wall at the back of the alley, promising!
That’s right! Our ‘date’ nights constitute of my husband pimping me out! This time in the corner of some popular hooker alley; he just loves to show me off, display me and parade me to prospective clients like nothing more than product. Treating me like profitable fuck meat and nothing gets me going more!
It’s the thrill of him objectifying me so perfectly. I mean is this the behaviour of a loving husband? It is mine! Random strangers coming to take an interest and he tries to ‘sell’ me as if I was a slab of pork on a market stall or a cheap, knock off Rolex. The fact that mere money exchanges hands for complete strangers to use and enjoy my body and I hardly ever say a word, just fuck whomever pays the fee! And my husband facilitates the whole thing, like my own, personal pimp! My God; I LOVE date nights!
We settled into the alley and it didn’t take long before the evening started, people were already wandering down, checking out the potential and my husband wrapped his arm around me and gripped my ass firmly, “Hello Sir, looking for some quality black cunt?” He’d smile, gesturing is free hand towards me, “I’ll cut a good deal, got to keep it working right?” he’d chuckle as I proudly posed to display my curves to the strangers.
I’d eye each one slowly as they wandered past, some took an interest and others, well, I don’t think they were in that alley for girls. Just taking a quick short cut home or to the local bar. Give them a few hours and a few drinks down their necks and they’ll be back, looking to let off some steam, I was sure.
It did not take long before some random black guy strolled up, “Yo cracker!” he barked “What yo selling ‘ere?” He smirked “Looking like some fine ass black pussy to me!”
My husband grinned at the stranger “None finer, here..!”
He then firmly pulled me against him and wrapped a palm under my chin, digging his fingers and thumb into my cheek and throat, yanking my head to face the potential client. He quickly yanked my bikini aside, presenting my large, proud tits while keeping me held firmly in the crook of his elbow.
“Perfect tits, finest money can buy.” He chuckled as he roughly groped my boobs before reaching down and curling his fingers around the hem of my short demin skirt. He pulled it up quickly, exposing my naked, pierced pussy. “And of course, quality cunt, willing to stretch around whatever a man like you has to stuff into it.”
My God! I was wet already! Being so firmly and roughly handled by my husband / pimp, forced to display myself as he exposed me as if he was a cheap used car dealer trying to get sticker!
The client eyed me hungrily and was about to comment when my husband cut in again, seemingly knowing what he was going to ask; “And unlike most of the trash you’ll find around here, this mare doesn’t use rubbers and creampies are included! Fill ‘er up friend, no extra cost!”
The client sucked in air between his teeth and grinned; “Fo real dowg? She’ll take a nut?”
My husband nodded with a grin as he firmly displayed me, helpless in his arms, listening to the two men strike a deal over me.
“Balls deep! And wont even bat an eye! $200 and you can nut her right here!” He smirked, knowing I was getting off hearing every word.
The client reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills “Fuck, most whores charge that as extra just to gulp the shit! Yeh I’ll take you up on that!”
“Excellent!” My husband growled as he forced me to bend over in front of the client. He grabbed my skirt again and lifted it up, exposing my ass and my wettening pussy, nestled between my chocolate thighs. Grabbing my hair and yanking up, my back arched. I tried to look behind me as the stranger fiddled with his fly. I couldn’t see what he pulled out but I did hear him ask, “Yo, you did say ‘whatever I can squeeze into her’ right?” he laughed.
I felt my husband’s hand leave my skirt as he grabbed the offered cash “Every damn inch or your money back!” He chuckled.
That’s when I felt it; I huge, thick cock being quickly forced into my tight rented pussy. It was over half way inside me when I felt my husband let go of my hair and the client took hold of me fully. Then, once he had a firm grip on me, the remainder of that long, fat prick was shoved hard up into me. I squealed and moaned with surprised delight as I felt that huge cock drill into me.
“Fuck, yo was right cracker! This bitch is deep!” Came the grunted voice of the client from behind me as he pulled me back onto his stiff shaft.
I only heard a chuckle in reply from the corner of the alley; my husband had taken a step back to admire the scene of his wife taking the first dick of the night. A random stranger has just paid to fuck his wife without protection in some seedy whore alley and he watched with glee as I took every inch!
The client thrust harder and faster, he was young and fit, his stamina was amazing. He took long, deep, fast strokes on me. Pounding that black cock deep with every thrust; It felt as if my ovaries were rattling every time his nuts hit the back of my thighs!
He stuffed two fingers into my mouth and pulled on my lips hard for leverage as his other hand firmly yanked open my bikini again so he could molest and fondle one of my bouncing tits.
“Fuck! This is some quality street cunt!” He growled as he used me. I began to twitch and shudder as his thrusts grew shorter and quicker. The inevitable was coming and I wanted every damn drop! I rocked on my heels to meet his thrusts, massaged his pulsing cock with every muscle inside me and soon I was rewarded with a heavy load of nut butter, deep in my belly! I came so hard when his sperm hit my uterus walls; I thought my pussy was going to snap this man’s dick off!
He growled and moaned loudly, causing other passersby and potential clients to do a double take. Now that’s good advertising!
The stranger squeezed out the last few drops inside me and pulled out of me. I had to steady myself up against the dumpster for a moment as my legs were threatening to turn to jelly. He slapped my ass firmly and turned to my husband as he zipped his slick dick back into his pants.
“Yo aint lying huh? This Hoe is a cum dumpster, certified!” He chuckled and offered a crisp fist bump to my husband, “Be lookin’ fer this skank from now on, Fuuck!” He smirked and continued his journey with, might I say, a bit of a spring in his step.
My husband nodded in approval as I turned to face him, a smile plastered on my thick glossy lips “Could be a profitable spot” he chuckled and gave me a wink. He helped to support me as I stood up without the help of the dumpster’s edge but it wasn’t long before another potential walked past and I caught his eye.
“Damn! Not seen this piece of ass working here before” He grunted.
I started to turn to see who was commenting on my ass but my ‘pimp’ jumped into sales mode and grabbed my shoulder; “First time tonight, researching potential sales at this location..” He smirked. Then, as firmly as he had gripped me before; he pushed on my shoulder, forcing me to bend over in front of the potential customer. I parted my thighs without even thinking as my husband gripped my skirt again and yanked it up over my ass, displaying my dark rounded curves to the stranger.
“Yours, right here, right now for a mere 200 bucks. I dropped the price as she’s already been nutted but feel free to add to that mess inside her!” He grinned up at the client.
I looked over my shoulder, feeling a thick dribble of cum rolling down my inner thigh as the light of the alley sparkled off my pussy piercings. I saw a shirtless white guy marked in tribal tattoos with a rough grizzled look on his face.
“Wait!” The potential new john commented, “This whore rawdogs?!” He seemed surprised and a little more than interested.
“That’s right, no extra cost and you get to flood this cunt!” My husband smiled. Wait! No extra cost?! Didn’t he just say he was selling my pussy for $200 and that was a dropped price because I already had a load inside me? But he charged the last guy $200 as well, ha! Some sales tactic; Let the customer think he’s getting a bargain!
I stood, bent over, proudly displaying my rump for the stranger, cum leaking down my inner thigh as my husband held me in position, firmly. I just looked back at the grizzled, rough white guy eyeing my slick black pussy with a wide, toothless grin.
The way my husband sold me off like product, objectifying and sexualizing me was why I always jumped at the opportunity for a ‘date night’. It always got my juices flowing, he was like a different person when selling his wife’s body like a cheap sex toy! I wanted more!
“Two hundred is a steal!” Laughed the client as he handed my husband a stack of folded green paper!
My husband took the cash and pushed me towards the rough looking client with a chuckle and a “Have fun!”
The client walked me over to the dumpster and forced me to bend over. I planted my palms on the plastic lid and spread my thighs. He chuckled and grunted as he fiddled with his fly as he muttered “Gonna add a whole load of cum to whatever muck you have inside you already, whore!” and he started to aim his dick towards my slick opening.
His crown ran along my dark folds and he soon found my welcoming hole. With a grunt and a shove, he buried his fat white cock into me. I tossed my head back and let out a loud moan of delight as my pussy stretched around him, squeezing yet more of the previous client’s cum out of me.
The client took two or three more shoves to get fully inside and I felt every vein slide inside me. He then wrapped his rough, working man’s fingers into my hair and painfully yanked my head back. With the other hand on my hip, he got to work.
Slamming that long, thick white cock deep into my sodden pussy, his crown nudging deep into my uterus with each pounding thrust, his warm, tobacco smelling breath on my cheek as he leant forward and grunted into my ear “Cunt this fine should never be left unattended for long” he laughed as he ravished me in that alley.
He fucked me like the cheap cum sponge, alley whore my husband sold me as. This complete stranger, rough, foul smelling and aggressive, buried his huge white cock deep into my rented, married pussy with no care for my own pleasure, only his own. It just so happened that I was getting my pleasure out of it, for sure but that was none of his concern.
Soon, without warning, he wrapped his fingers around my throat, squeezed hard enough to choke me, slammed his cock so deep inside me, I thought he was trying to force his balls in there as well! Then a thick, stick stream of fresh, unknown cum added to the previous mix already sloshing and churning around inside my fertile uterus.
“FUUUUUUUCCCK!” He cried out as he gave me both barrels of baby batter! I came hard again but was less vocal on account of thick squeezing fingers wrapped around my neck but my quivering body gave the game away for sure!
I was having the BEST date night!
The evening progressed pretty lucratively after that: My husband took great pleasure in displaying and selling me to a bunch of random customers and delighted in watching them ravish his wife for a few dollars in some back alley and I came so hard every time, I was almost dizzy!
That’s when this white guy dressed in a green fur coat and top hat sauntered up to us. He had in tow a huge muscled black guy with prison tattoos all over his chest and arms.
The man in green strode up and eyed me quickly before turning to my husband. “This your girl?” he asked softly with an air of authority.
Now, before I continue I have to let you know of a little lore and background here. You see prostitution is legal, even street whores are legal, for the most part. It’s like parking; at certain times in certain areas. This particular area, prostitution was legal after the hours of 5pm till 8am but that isn’t the interesting part.
With prostitution being legal it means there is less need for violence and gang warfare between rival pimps. They are more likely to want to strike deals, sign contracts and pursue any grievances in court, legally. This way, the police stay out of their business and, while court cases and lawyers can be expensive, it is much cheaper than open warfare, bribes and shoot outs.
Area pimps welcome freelance girls into the area as it is easy recruitment and without all the gang bullshit that goes along with prostitution, the pimps and businessmen are free to make a lot more money than ever before and let me tell you; there is A LOT of money in pussy!!!
Pimps often roll around with bodyguards because there is still crime, a lot of it and much of it concentrates around prostitution areas still. With the girls and pimps handling that much money, it’s still a prime target for thieves and gang members so don’t think legalizing whoring solved all the city’s problems.
So when this green suited pimp rolled up on us, we knew he must have been the area pimp before he even asked his question.
“Sure is” Smiled my husband as he stepped up to face the pimp. “No problem I hope.”
The pimp laughed and shook his head “Not at all, my name is Dakota, Dakota Skye and I control this area.”
Before legalization, that statement alone was enough to send chills down any other potential pimp’s neck but now, it was just an introduction.
My husband smiled and held out his hand to shake it. Dakota took It happily and shook “Pleasure to meet you Dakota, this here is my wife, Dee..” He said, tossing a thumb over his shoulder at me. I smiled and gave the green suited pimp a nod of respect.
“Wife you say? Damn what is this, date night?” He chuckled, thinking my husband was joking at first. I couldn’t help but laugh at the pimp’s comment and blurted out, excited “Yeh! How did you guess?!” My husband turned his head quickly and glared at me, before giving me a slight side smile that only I would see.
“I see!” replied Dakota as he eyed us both this time “You pimp out your wife to.. well ok, I mean if her cunt is that good, why not share it and make some cash in the mean time right?” He laughed and my husband nodded in agreement with a smile of his own.
“I had heard someone was selling a fine piece of black pussy down in this part. Selling raw dogs too. Thought maybe someone was looking to sell his stock or something…”
That was an old term, dating back to when whores used to be bought and sold as property not employees, something else legalization stopped; illegal slavery and human trafficking. However, the pimps couldn’t think of a more ‘pimp’ like description of contracting out whores so kept to what they knew, so the term ‘selling whores’ remained.
“I was looking to make a deal on her but seeing as she is your wife, I may have been mistaken but you will have to pay a fee to…” Dakota started but my husband interrupted with a casual, straight faced “We can make a deal.”
I snapped my head to look up to him and he didn’t even look back. Was he.. was he going to ‘sell’ me to this pimp?
“Oh, really?” Dakota seemed a little taken aback. He must have assumed this was a one of kink thing between us and was merely going to ask for a cut of the takings for working his area, common practice for freelances. He was not expecting my husband to be open to contracting his WIFE to another pimp and frankly, neither was I!!
“Sure, I’m a businessman and wife or not, Dee’s holes are very profitable. Doesn’t hurt to listen now does it?” My husband grinned. I got a shudder of delight down my spine as my own husband refereed to my holes as ‘profitable’. I swear, I never expect the words to leave his mouth but when they do, they really have an effect on me. He knows exactly how to turn me on!
“I was going to suggest; I handle … Dee’s, was it? Dee’s contract and you get a say, ten per cent cut on her earnings. Of course, I’ll raise her price slightly and with my contacts, she’ll not just be working the streets. She’d be worth more contracted to me rather than you putting her to work freelance.” He then looked down at me slowly and grinned as his eyes wandered over me, stood beside my husband. “Of course, that would all be subject to her passing muster you understand? It’s one thing to hear rumours of a talented fuck toy working the area but another to make sure those rumours are just not from some ball drained, brain dizzied meth addicts, you know.” He chuckled.
My husband smiled and nodded “Of course. Feel free to interview her yourself. I guarantee you there will not be an ounce of disappointment.” He smirked
The pimp laughed and nodded “Sure, after all, you married her right?” They both laughed at that while I stood silently, smiling as the pair negotiated a contract on my body! This was amazing! I thought my husband pimping me out was going to be enough of a high; having him openly try to sell me to clients and then watch as they put me to good use for a few bucks but this! This was taking my kink to a whole new level!
Dakota nodded his head towards me and that’s when the huge muscled bull stepped out and towards me “I’ll allow my man here to ‘interview’ your girl, err. Wife, sorry, if that’s ok with you; I trust his judgment and I would like to know if she can handle some of my more, endowed clientele.”
The huge bull strode up to me with a huge wide grin on his lips, my husband didn’t even cast a look sideways as the bull yanked down his sweat pants to reveal a massive black cock! I gasped as I looked at this limb sized dick twitching at my midriff.
“But here, the going rate was what? 200 bucks for a nut? Girls don’t even do interviews for free no?” Laughed the pimp and my husband smiled. He reached out and accepted the money. As soon as the notes left the pimp’s palm, the bull laid his hands on me! It seemed he was very well trained and experienced in this business. Once the money exchanged hands, the contract had been ratified and my pussy was now his!!!
He pawed at my bikini and my skirt, removing them quickly. My potential new employer clearly wanted to see the goods unimpeded and I was now naked in the side alley as the two men watched on. The pimp nodded “Yes, that is one fine body. Those tits would accept a higher price alone.”
The bull leant down and hoisted up one of my legs before he angled his cock tip towards my exposed pussy. He gripped my hip and fed the crown of his cock into me. I let out a delighted gasp as I felt him ease into me. I thought for a moment this guy, with all his muscle and massive cock was going to take it easy on me. That illusion was soon shattered as he then reached down and hoisted me into the air!
The crown of his cock lodged into my pussy he pulled me down hard on the remainder of the length! Suddenly a rush of thick black, veiny cock drove hard into my guts and I squealed in both surprise and pleasure. I locked my arm around the bull’s shoulder for support and just in time too as he started to bounce me up and down on his huge, fence post of a cock!
A well defined bulge formed in my belly as his cock rearranged my insides with surprising ease. Gravity and his own brute strength helping to force me down onto that wonderful shaft, his fingers dug into my chocolate flesh and he thrust his hips back and forth, the power house behind his solid black cock. “Nice! Not many whores can take my man’s full length, I think we can do business!”
I had trouble hearing exactly what kind of deal my husband was bashing out with Dakota on the account of this huge bull’s amazing cock driving my pleasure responses insane! I came no fewer than three times before the two businessmen shook hands on any kind of deal.
Cum from pervious clients was being forcefully squeezed from my stretched folds as my large, rounded tits bounced vigorously in time to the bull’s thrusting.
The two men had worked out a temporary deal; for the remainder of the week, I was to work for Dakota and my husband only took a ten percent cut. Dakota was a little disappointed he couldn’t have me in his stable for longer but he understood; if I was just a mere whore the contract would have lasted much longer but I was married, to my ‘pimp’ so Dakota understood he may not want his wife working as much as a full time whore would be. Oh little did he know!
So that was it, the two shook hands and starting tomorrow, I worked for.. Dakota?! Really?! My husband had not only pimped me out to any random guy who had an erection and cash in his pocket but he had now signed my cunt over to some random green suited pimp to send me off to fuck whoever HE wanted me to!
The only man who had ever sold my body was my husband. I had enjoyed every second of it to but I trusted him, I never really felt like a true whore because he had my trust but now I was the employee of some random pimp! His ‘property’ for the rest of the week, I didn’t know this guy, had no idea who he’d be renting me out to, I was just profitable merchandise for some random businessman now!
Ok give me a moment…. It’s turning me on again just saying it out loud!!!
I was really a WHORE!!!
I have to say, Dakota did NOT disappoint! He kept me incredibly busy for the rest of the week! I was turning tricks faster than I could think, my diary was full and phone rung off the hook as Dakota set up liaisons with his most valued clients. My pussy saw more cock that week than any other week…. This year :p
I was contracted out for a bachelor party and three guys, spending the weekend in a casino hotel wanted a whore for entertainment. Dakota sent me over and we had a bunch of fun! I didn’t cum cheap either, took a stack back to my husband that night. Mind you, while I was there, the three on the party were not the only clients!
“Fuck man! Your guy really sent over top quality cunt huh?” Grunted one white guy as he positioned himself behind me, forcing his big white crown up my ass.
“What I tell ya boys? Black chicks are the sluttiest right?” Came the rough voice of the black guy behind me as both he and the other white guy stretched out my pussy with both of their huge fuck poles at the same time.
“Yeh fuck, double vag is only ever something I seen in pornos man and this whore just taking it like it aint nothing!”
“Yeh, we wont EVER forget this whore in a hurry….”
“What’s her name again?” came a laughing reply.
“Who gives a crap man?! Just fuck her, she didn’t come cheap!”
Two huge cocks in my pussy, another up my ass, these guys talking about me like I was merely a plaything? Don’t worry guys, I wont remember your names either but you made me cum so hard that night!
On a side note; have two guys cum inside my pussy as the same time is an experience that can literally have me seeing the face of God! The third up my ass was just icing on the cream filled cake!
Another day, Dakota had me working the truck stop: A torn, skin tight cat suit and a whole day’s worth of horny truckers with cash to burn and balls to empty.
They ran a train on me for hours! One trucker after the other. They’d roll up in their trucks, grab some shut eye, a greasy meal, some coffee and join the line behind me to let off steam before heading back on the road. Sure it wasn’t the most glamorous of assignments but it was certainly high volume hooking. Besides, high class hotel or behind a garbage truck, I’m happy if there is a line of dicks to work, you know that right?
That week was busy! Dakota certainly got his money’s worth on my contract.
I would like to remind you that ‘date night’ started when my fertility tattoo started to glow once more. It came as no surprise that not even before the week was out, I had a confirmed pregnancy!
That’s right, one of those many random clients had managed to squirt yet another baby into my belly. There was never going to be any way to find out who knocked me up and neither I nor my husband cared, that wasn’t the point, was never the point. I had been bred again and after a week of such high octane hooking too!
The weekend rolled around and my contract was done. To celebrate my husband and I headed to the local free use sex club. I was seeing the week out with a night full of random, casual sex with even more strangers. My husband would occasionally partake if he saw a girl that took his fancy but this was mostly my treat for being such a good employee for my new employer.
We were sat in a comfy leather couch, I was leaning against my husband’s side after a series of rough fucks, when a naked white guy showed up and addressed my husband “Mind if I..?” He asked, gesturing with a side nod to me, laid naked beside my husband.
“Sure, be my guest, I’m not using her..” My husband replied, casually.
Without so much as a thankyou, the stranger pulled me down the length of the couch by my hips and positioned himself between my open thighs. He took hold of a thick white cock, glistening from previous girls’ juices and drove forward, stuffing my pussy with yet more cock!
He took a fist full of my hair as my head laid on my husband’s lap, gripped the other around my throat and fucked me!
“Huh.” Smirked my husband as he scrolled through his phone. I was being brutally fucked by some huge cocked stranger on his lap and HE was scrolling through his phone! “Dakota just messaged me, wanting to thank me for your contract, seems you made him a huge profit this week. That’s my girl, hard working as always.” He chuckled as I was being railed right next to him.
I couldn’t really reply as another climax was building up inside me but as he tapped the side of his whiskey glass with one had he continued; “Not a bad slice either, just checked our cut, damn! Seems he really did put you to work huh?” He chuckled casually.
The muscled white stranger was really working a pace on me now, rocking the couch and was about to blow a load into my already cum drizzled pussy. “Ok fine, how can I resist?….”
As the sex club stranger drove his cock balls deep into me and unloaded a torrent of cum inside me, causing me to climax heavily on yet another stranger’s cock, my husband chose that moment, that exact moment to say; “Just told Dakota he can have you for the rest of the month. He even offered 20% this time. You start again Monday!”
I hope you enjoyed my sexploits this month. As I said at the start of this post, it had been a very busy month and I am glad I managed to get out such an intensive set for you guys before the month was over!
I want to thank Dakota Skye for his appearance as the Green suited Pimp, really appreciate fan participation where possible, so thankyou Dakota.
Thanks again for the continued support in all of our slutty adventures and we look forward to seeing you soon!
Xoxoxox Dee!
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