One More Whore Wife Bk. 02 Pt. 01

Chapter 1

Deanna: Gregory, my first-ever client as a whore, took me to his mansion after dinner and fucked me silly. I wouldn't have thought that a man of his advanced years (he had to be at least 50!) would have his energy and stamina, but he was amazing. He had been a perfect gentleman ever since Lewis dropped me off earlier that evening and all through dinner although Gregory was quite rude during one conversation he had with another diner at the restaurant. But I'll get into that later.

First let me back up a bit, for it has been a hectic month. It all started when I went to a bar near work and ran into Lewis, one of the customer service reps who report to me in my position as a manager at a big call center. Lewis has been a member of my team since I got promoted two years ago, and for most of that time, we had a friendly but business-like relationship. Then we got a little wasted after work and one thing led to another. By the time I sobered up, I was doing the morning-after walk-of-shame back to my car in one of Lewis's hoodies with no underwear on, my hair looking like I had just been fucked all night, and cum running down my legs into my high heels. My world had changed more than I could have ever imagined, for not only did I have to work with Lewis, I had to explain my current state to my husband.

But first things first -- Lewis had ordered me, that's right, he ordered me, to return to his place later that same day so that he could fuck me again, which he did, thoroughly and repeatedly, all night long. By the time I stumbled home on Sunday morning to get some rest, I was in no mood to talk to Ted, my husband about the obvious change in our relationship -- I just wanted to sleep. I wound up doing just that, but not until I locked Ted out of my bedroom for what turned out to be forever.

One other thing I should explain. Ted and I are white but Lewis is black. I was born and raised in Minnesota and had little contact with blacks when I was growing up, so Lewis was my first interracial sexual partner. He would not be my last.

Lewis: After I dropped Deanna off at Gregory's place for her first outing as my whore, I was too excited to go back to my place. I drove over to Rodney's house to discuss the plan for Deanna. Rodney Morrow is my mentor and role model, and he is the premier high-end, white whore-wife pimps in Atlanta. He runs a stable of gorgeous women who only fuck his rich black clientele and give him half the money they earn for the privilege of working for him. I met Rodney through a mutual friend and when I found out what he did for a living and how he did it, I told him that I wanted to be his protégé. After a long series of interviews, he agreed to mentor me for a 33% cut of anything my whores earned. He told me he'd been toying with the idea of expanding into something like a franchise model with his business and if I had what it took, we could make plenty together. I can't really say whether it was the prospect of getting rich or running my own stable of hot white bitches was more appealing, but I was all in either way.

Deanna was my first target. Rodney asked me straight off who I could recruit at my office where I worked as a customer service rep, and when I told him that I really had a thing for my manager, he was all over it. I was more reluctant, not only about targeting such a fox as Deanna but risking my job if I didn't handle the recruiting process just right. Rodney walked me through it and within a week, Deanna was in my bed and I was in charge. My career change was off to a great start.

Over the first few weeks of her training, Deanna showed her true colors as a total submissive slut for black cock. I insisted that she sleep at my apartment every night of the workweek and I began fucking her two or three times a day in her office at work. She hardly put up a fight the first time I walked into her office and closed the door, then I throat-fucked her until she vomited in the wastepaper basket. Later that same day I slipped into her office again and she didn't put up any fight at all. That's when I knew I had her completely in my control. The thrill that we might be discovered with her bending over her own desk while I rammed her white cunt was beyond intoxicating.

Deanna: Gregory fucked me several times that night after dinner. He was not as relentless as Lewis was, which was understandable given he's twice Lewis's age, but he didn't let me get a lot of sleep. He also conserved his orgasms, coming in my mouth to start the evening and in my cunt and ass as the night wore on. Given my lack of experience with black men (with all men to be honest -- I only slept with a handful of whites in college and before I met and married Ted) I was ready to believe the stereotypes I had heard about how virile and insatiable black men are, especially for young white women.

Another thing that surprised me was how Lewis had insisted that I wear my wedding ring when he brought me to Gregory's house. As we rode over I took the ring off my finger and was about to put it in my purse when Lewis grabbed my left nipple and twisted it so hard my eyes watered. I pleaded with him to let me go.

"If I ever see you take that ring off again, I'll whip your tits until they bleed," Lewis said. Since he had already whipped my breasts on more than one occasion and had indeed come close to making them bleed, I didn't want to antagonize him further.

But I had to ask. "Why do you want him to know I'm married?"

"He already knows. All of Rodney's clients know that Rodney only deals in married white women who have white husbands. It's a standard we always meet and the ring is nothing more than a visual confirmation." Lewis sounded like he was explaining the way the world worked to a child. "But even when you're not with clients, you never take that ring off -- not in the shower, not when you have your nails done, never. You are my whore, first and foremost, but you are a married whore. Got it?"

"I got it," I said as I massaged my nipple through my silk cocktail dress. Lewis had earlier laid down the law about me never, ever wearing a bra or underwear -- not even a thong. My world was changing minute by minute and I was struggling to keep up, but the throbbing in my breast was a sure sign I would not forget this new requirement that was expected of me.

Lewis: I pulled through the gate leading to Rodney's mansion in one of the older parts of the city. The fact that Rodney lived among all the old blue-bloods on this tree-lined street always made me smile. How he ever got the previous owner to sell to him is beyond me, but I would have loved to be at the negotiations. The place was huge, more space than one man could ever need, but I have no doubt that he just wanted to rub his neighbors' noses in the fact that a black man had finally integrated the neighborhood.

The front door was unlocked so I leaned in and called out for Rodney.

"In the back," he said. "Come on through."

"Don't you worry about leaving your door open?" I asked when I found him relaxing on the patio just off the kitchen. "I hear a rough element just moved in."

"Only thing I worry about," Rodney said without opening his eyes, "is where I'm going find another sucker like you, giving me a third of his bitches take." He was sitting next to a tub of ice full of chilled longnecks.

"Funny." I grabbed a beer and sat in the other chaise.

"Deanna all settled in at Gregory's?"

"My guess is he's drilling her as we speak."

"Gregory will ease her into the evening. He'll take her to dinner, show her around, then take her home and fuck the shit out of her."

"That old guy?" I asked. "Why do you need him anyway?"

"He's got a thing for newbies -- pays top dollar for the privilege of popping their whore-cherries."

"Yeah but how much can he do at his age? What is he, like 50?"

Rodney turned and gave me a look. "Watch yourself, boy. I'm 50. Gregory's got another decade on me."

"Exactly my point. Why not get them started off with a young stud, show them what life is going be like right from the get-go?"

"Deshawn and Frank will be seeing her tomorrow morning, with Marlin, Stephan, and Charles in the afternoon, so she'll get a good idea of what's in store for her."

Rodney took care of booking Deanna for the entire week. He had several clients who paid top dollar for a slot in a new whore wife's first week on the job. He said he'd been using the same clients for several years and the effect was always the same -- a thorough introduction to the world of white whoredom.

"So who's your next target?" he asked. "I hope to hell you have somebody in mind."

"There's this blonde bitch at work who has started sniffing around. I think the rumor mill is in full swing on what's going on with Deanna and me."

"She hot?"

"Smoking. She's got attitude, acts like her shit don't stink and all. Should be fun to bring her on board."

"How long she been married?"

"Just back from the honeymoon. A lot of people were surprised she came back to work at all. She looks like a total gold-digger with the fake tits and tight dresses, platinum dye job."

"You see any problems getting her? I don't have to tell you, I'm not going to be as patient as I was with Deanna. You took way too long landing that deal."

I smiled at Rodney. I remember how impressed he was when he first met my first whore. "She was worth every minute of it."

"She's a looker, I'll give you that -- fresh and innocent, no complaints. But we are in a volume business here. You can't take a year to land every fish or you'll starve. Worse, I'll starve."

"You look like you're doing just fine," I said as I waived at the huge yard behind his huge house.

"Just make it happen," Rodney said. "I want her seeing clients by the end of the month. What's her name, anyway?"

"Erika."