Holiday Job Pt. 02a - Emily's POV

I wrote Holiday Job Part 2 in June/July 2023 and here in June/July 2025. I'm revisiting the exact same story but entirely from Emily's point of view. You may want to re-read Parts 1 and 2 again before heading into this. Or you may have some fun reading them against each other, to see the thinking unfold. I've had fun doing this.

Thank you to Baxter for suggesting it, I hope I've done it justice.

Chapter 06 - Early Morning, day 4

I heard Chris stirring early, I felt him roll towards me on the bed to check if I was sleeping. I wasn't. How could I? My mind was buzzing with what I did last night. We're here on holiday, we're only on day 4 or something and somehow I'd already betrayed my wedding vows. That stupid brothel place and that evil little Mada. I tried to quickly blank it out.

Hearing Chris moving about our holiday apartment, trying to be quiet and not wake me, bought me back to reality. It was almost funny, hearing what his 'quiet' was like.

God I needed a shower, I smelt of sex, it fills my nostrils. Mada wouldn't let me shower when we got back, a weird perversion that I didn't understand. It was strange to wake up in the morning and instantly smell sex. I don't think I'd ever experienced that before. I was cross with myself when I realised that I actually appreciated it. It felt right. Yuk.

I moved slightly in the bed, not enough to give the game away but enough that I was instantly reminded of what was inside me. I felt them. I almost groaned at the perverseness of it. I had the urge to jump out of bed and run to the bathroom to get them out of me. They were a very clear reminder of what I did yesterday. A very risky, dirty, kinky reminder of what they made me do. But if I did get up, I'd have to face Chris. We'd talk about it. I don't know what to say to him. Mada told me that he wants this and that he'd have stopped me ages ago if he wanted to. She was right, wasn't she?

I wasn't even 100% clear what was actually shoved up there. At one point she'd put a tampon in me to, as she put it, 'stop them sliding out', as we walked back. She called them Chris's surprise, didn't she?

I remembered the walk back, my tits jiggling bra free in that top, the still full feeling inside my pussy. The jeers and catcalls, in a language I didn't understand, from the drunk men in the street.

Everything was strange. Why was I pretending to still be asleep, when my loving husband was right there? Surely we just needed to talk. I needed to check that he really was ok with 'this'. Everything was wrong. Even just laying here in just a pair of knickers was wrong. I always wear a nightie to bed, always.

I sighed out loud as I recalled the feelings and the details of last night. My nerves as they dressed me, the argument of my sizes and measurements. That white, see-through, lacy, almost virginal lingerie set. The bra was too small, the knickers too tight, it was amazing that the stockings and heels actually fit. I remembered fighting them as they dressed me like that. Mada saying all the time that this is what Chris wanted and that I'd enjoy it, to trust her. I did feel sexy in it, that was until the man came into the room and I saw his huge cock.

I remember how scared I was when Zaina told me to go close the door, to let Chris see me. I remembered Madas fingers, I remember her telling me to 'Be a good whore for them'. I remembered her fingers on my nipple, which now started throbbing right there with the memory, then her fingers went inside me. Another woman's fingers entered me. Oh god, but I liked it. I shouldn't have. But it did feel good.

And Chris was there, wasn't he? I didn't look directly at him but he saw me dressed like that didn't he? I refused to look up. Like now I didn't want to make eye contact with him. He saw Mada doing that to me? He saw her fingering me? He did nothing. He could have stopped it. He could have stopped me with that man with the huge dick.

That man. How Zaina had told me he paid more to be my first. Paid. God I nearly wept out loud when that thought hit me. They made me take his money, hand to hand, part of the 'experience' she told me. Christ, they'd whored me. I'd been a prostitute for them, for him, for those men. Me. Emily Hammer, Chris's wife, Claire's mother. If anyone back in the UK ever found out. Jeezus, how had I let that happen?

I knew how, that evil bitch Mada, this was somehow her plan all along. I'd swear it was. She seemed to know all the people to talk to, all the ways to push my buttons. Oh god, the buttons. I remembered those feelings. That first man's cock, I can see it again right now. It was long, thick and hard, so, so hard.

I squeezed my thighs together as I remembered it almost ripping me apart. And how that didn't last long before the feelings kicked in. Zaina's hand on one of my knees pulling me open as he worked that huge thing into me. Oh god it felt so good. I'd never had sex like that before.

I remembered as soon as the door had closed on Chris and Mada, my wobbly legs drew me to him. Zaina almost threw me onto the bed next to him. He was so ready, his cock pulsing with energy. Energy for me. I remembered her grabbing my legs, spreading me wide, telling me to hurry up. His weight on me, his cock sliding inside me.

I then realised that he didn't have a condom on. Shit. And he came inside me. Didn't he? How did I not notice that then? Or did he have one? No I remembered him cumming inside me, but it was in a condom. Oh god yes he did didn't he? Oh god, last night was such a blur. How many men did I take cash from and then let them inside me? I tried to picture their faces or their cocks. At least they all had condoms on. I remembered putting most of them on. How many were there?

Oh god, how many times did I cum from it all. So shameful. My body completely betrayed me. I let it all happen. I betrayed Chris's trust. Oh fuck, I was doomed. What a great holiday this was going to be. I nearly cried, I would have, had I not wanted to keep the ruse up.

I opened my eyes just a slit to get some daylight in and to flush a tear. I saw my mobile on the nightstand. I closed my eyes tight remembering what Zaina did with it last night. I don't even remember her unlocking it but I did see Claire's reply to the pictures she sent. One was of me sitting on the whores bed in the brothel, on the first night when I was drunk. I looked nice and she'd cropped the picture so that the whore that I shared the bed with had only her knee showing. The other picture was from last night, just after I'd been fucked. I was laying on the bed, it was a head and shoulders shot, you could see my bra straps. I'd been so worried when I saw the replies from Claire, she laughed at them and said that I looked great and to enjoy myself. But the risk was huge. What other pictures did they have? What could they have sent!

It was all Mada's doing. How dare she do this to me. How dare she make me fuck those men. Oh god but she didn't really 'make' me do it. And again, it felt so good. Arrrgggggghhhhhhh.

What did she mean when she said that I had a 'busy day today'? I didn't even want to contemplate what that could mean.

Chapter 06b - The Surprise & Preparing

I felt the bed move, this time infront of me. The game was up, I needed to confront Chris, we needed to talk. I opened my eyes to see Mada sitting there grinning at me. Yes, FUCKING Mada. I'd not heard her enter the room, how had Chris not seen her? Had they spoken to each other already? She had a glass of water in her hand, like she knew I'd be thirsty, which I was.

Was yesterday all a dream, was she actually a lovely hostess for us on this fantastic holiday? She held out her free hand, "Sit lovely".

Taking her hand I did, pushing the bed sheet back. Aware that I was naked in front of her and aware that it was strange that I didn't seem bothered. She kept her eyes fixed on mine, she didn't look down once. But I felt the fullness inside my pussy, or maybe my womb, uterus, vagina, I dunno, but I know I felt something down there.

She handed me the glass. It looked and tasted like chilled, clear water. I felt it snake down inside me, cooling me as it went. It was lovely. Where was Chris? My head on a pivot, the bathroom door was closed. He was in there? "Mada, yesterday."

She put a finger on my lips, "It ok lovely.", her touch sparked something in me. Her other hand went to the bottom of the water glass and applied light pressure pushing it up towards me. I drank it all before she put the glass on the bedside table. I was about to start questioning her, when she simply leaned forward and hugged me. I didn't know why but it was nice. So I raised my arms around her body also, returning the hug. It was now that I felt particularly naked. Feeling her hotel uniform against my skin. Glad that I at least had my panties on.

She held the hug for a while longer than I thought was needed but did eventually release me. This time she looked down at my boobs and smiled. Her two hands reached for the nearest one, cupping it, she raised it slightly and leaned forward, taking a huge amount of my nipple area into her mouth and sucking hard. I moaned as a feeling of electricity shot from one nipple to the other, then to my clit and then to my brain. Oh god that felt good.

I know that I should have pushed her away, but instead I cradled her head, enjoying the sensation, sod the morality of it. A few seconds of sucking and licking before she released it and pulled back, I was almost panting. I suddenly started to feel very VERY horny. Way more than I should have. Something felt wrong. I looked at the empty glass.

"You suck other one now." came her instruction.

I didn't question it, as it felt right. I felt like I should, so I did. One hand under the other boob, the other hand helping to fold it. I dipped my head and took the nipple into my mouth.

She instantly corrected me, "Not just, but more."

Somehow I knew what she was talking about. Not just the nipple, but the areola as well. I re-secured my mouth full of boob and sucked it. OOhhhhh the feeling cascaded through me again. Oh god it felt soo good. I closed my eyes and heard her, "Chris is so pleased with you. He just told me. You watch in a moment."

I opened my eyes and let my boob pop free, placing it back down on my chest. "Really? He's not mad?" it didn't make sense. But it did follow everything she'd been saying to me so far. That he wanted this and would stop it if he wanted to.

We both heard the bathroom door open and turned to see him exit it. His face changed from anger to a smile in seconds, I guess after he'd seen us smile at him. Should I smile, was this really all ok?

His joyous "Good morning love" was all the confirmation I needed.

"Morning Chris" my relief was clear in my acknowledgement. Was he really ok with all this? Did he actually like it?

Mada stood before me, taking my hand pulling me up, "Time for Chris's surprise." She turned me to face her, as Mada the controller kicked in. My breath caught in my throat, this was the test. Was my infidelity about to be made so clear that he would surely put this foot down. He'd surely be furious about the pleasure I had and delivered last night. At the fact that I, his wife, had been a whore for the night. That very thought made me instantly embarrassed, horny, scared, confused and wanting to hide.

I watched my loving husband step closer to us as Mada slid to her knees, kneeling before me. My own heart starting to race, I couldn't look at Chris. This was about to be a whole level of humiliation I couldn't deal with right now. I was simply too confused.

Mada's familiar hands reached towards my hips to my panties. I knew she'd need them out of the way for this next move. So moving my hands away from my panties as I allowed her to slide them down my legs, I felt them leaving a trail of secretions and unleashing my warm musky sex smell. God I was strong. It filled my own nostrils, I saw Mada looking up, smirk at me, indicating she too was receiving my flavour first hand. I could have died, especially with her face so close to my groin as she knelt there.

"Spread legs." came her next order, with a tap on the inside of my thigh. Her fingers again, natural against my skin. I did not wait, there was no point. I slid my bare right foot outwards on the cool flooring. I wanted to avoid this but I also wanted it over easily and quickly, so I really opened up, giving my legs a good spread for her. I realised that at this moment my pussy lips were probably very within sight of her and after the working out they had last night, I could only imagine what she was looking at. This feeling was so alien to me, and I felt so naughty standing here like this, completely naked with Mada where she was.

And then happened, she leaned forward and her fingers slid into me. I moaned loudly at the intrusion, the pure sexual feeling of it, I couldn't help myself. She instantly fished one of them out of me. I felt it slide out gradually, as she pulled it from me, feeling so slick and rubbery.

I didn't want to look at it, but in my periphery I saw her put it on the bed. Then she pulled the second one out, it came out just as easily. That too was added to the bed, my trophy collection complete. And then just like that Mada stood and took my hand, leading me to the bathroom. I glanced at the condoms as we glided past them. I was surprised and shocked at how big they were. Each one easily with the volume of an apple in them. It was such a blur last night when she slid them in, I had no idea they were that big. God, all that semen inside me all night. I barely heard her say something to Chris, but I simply could not make eye contact with him. Oh god, what were they doing to me?

Mada, closing and locking the bathroom door behind her, leaned over to switch on a small radio. I looked at myself in the mirror opposite, taking in my nakedness. God, it was me, this really was happening to me. Mada, patted my shoulder, "Well done Emily, you always fantastic." Christ, why was I pleased with her praise.

I jumped when Chris bashed the door, "EMILY". Oh shit was he cross? I turned to the door. I should have spoken to him earlier. We need to talk. But Mada had different ideas, she moved behind me, turning me back to the mirror. One hand wrapped around my hip and her finger latched onto my clit with amazing precision and speed. And the other arm snaked under my pendulous breasts, as she pulled me tight against her. She moaned to me, "You such a amazing sensual being Emily." her fingers working on my clit.

I moaned quietly to her, "I needed to go to my husband." I closed my eyes and pulled against her arm but instead she held me tighter and her fingers flicked and danced their magic.

He banged the door, tried the handle and shouted again. But Mada was in control, "Open you eyes and look yourself." I did and she continued, "Look at you breasts," I did, "Look at you curves." I did, "You good sharing them."

"Oh fuck Mada" I couldn't help myself. I liked what I saw and what she was doing to me.

"Chris is ok, you remind him of love. Get bag from door and come to me." I gasped as she pushed my button and repeated, "You tell him of you love and bring me bag from door. Yes" She squeezed my body again.

I understood, I nodded, "Yes".

She turned me to the door and released me. She stepped past, unlocked it, pulling it open. I was in a daze, a lust filled, confused state of nakedness. Chris was there, he stepped back and looked me up and down. I instantly saw a look of confusion on his face, so I quickly tried to help him, "I'm great thanks Chris. I love you." he smiled. I saw the bag. Part of me was ready to ignore Mada and just step into his arms. To feel his embrace, his safety. But a tingling, part of some unknown arousal and control that woman had on me, caused the arousal and control to take over.

I stepped past him, picking up the large bag and glided back toward the bathroom. Turning to reassure him that I was ok, I blew him a kiss and then instantly felt weird. What the hell was that? Was I teasing him? Why was I doing that? I added "all is fine" as I walked into the bathroom and the door closed on his face, the lock clicked. Mada turned the music up with a little giggle.

Then she went to work. It was a blur of control and efficiency. She made me go to the toilet and shower while she started to unpack the bag. During the shower I asked her what was going on and if Chris was really ok. She simply reassured me that everything was fine, to wait a moment to see his reaction again and that we were giving him time with his presents.

God those condoms on the bed. Yuk. What a weird present to leave him. Surely he'd used those in the divorce as evidence of me being unfaithful.

Stepping out of the shower, she told me to make sure I was clear down below and handed me a razor. I wasn't sure what she wanted but tidied it up, so there was next to no public hair there. I'd done that a few times before so it wasn't too complicated or time consuming.

I was surprised at what she'd sorted. There was a crazy array of makeup and lipsticks on the counter, along with a beautiful dress hanging up with a bra and I guessed some tiny knickers on the counter next to it. "Are we going to a party?" The dress was very glitzy.

"Photoshoot for you."

"A what? A Photoshoot? What? Why?" I didn't understand, but she ushered me towards the underwear. She didn't answer, instead starting to hold various blushes and lipsticks up to my face, I guess checking for the right shade match. I unravelled the knickers that turned out to be a tiny black lacy, transparent thong. It felt so light, but expensive, the material almost like silk or satin.

"Come on, come on" she ushered looking at her watch, "And drink" as she nodded to another glass on the counter. This one I could see was still lightly fizzing.

"I don't want a drink" as I stepped into the thong and she started to brush my hair for me. This was a strange experience having her brush my hair.

She pushed me forward as I pulled the thong into place, oh it really did feel so nice. "Drink it" and she pushed the bra into my hands, "Come on now."

Clearly she was in a hurry and I was thirsty, but I didn't want that junk, whatever it was. I wriggled with the bra, surprised to find it my size and a comfortable fit. It matched the thong in material and colour. Ohhh I looked good like this.

She thrust the drink in my hand and finished combing my hair, starting to spray it while putting it in a very tight, neat ponytail. She really wasn't going to let the drink go, "Mada, what's in it?"

"Water only"

Though I could see a film on the top, she was obviously lying. Fuck FUCK. I downed it anyway. I dunno why, but there was no point in arguing with her and besides I was looking rather glamorous.

Pulling the dress on needed her help, it was tight, I had to suck all sorts in to make my body squeeze into it. Damn I looked good, the deep blue of the dress was lovely and matched the shoes that I was now standing in. It had a daring slit up one thigh that went right up to my hip, showing the thin strap of my thong. I liked it a lot.

The jewellery was strange, a very heavy silver, metal band on my left ankle, right wrist and holding my ponytail up. Even the large hoopy earrings matched and were pretty heavy. I had to wonder if the dress should have been braless really as bits of my bra were here and there, but I wasn't going to complain. My boobs looked fecking huge like this, somehow bigger than normal but I guess that was the plan?

"She right on 48-34-44" Mada announced as she applied my makeup. That was I think a reference to Zaina and her taking my measurements yesterday. Whatever it was, as she finished I felt and looked like a million dollars. "Chris will like?"

"Oh god yes." I couldn't help but strike a pose. I felt like a model. I'd never looked this good. I turned to her, "Thank you" and I felt a tingle roll through my body. It was similar to the feeling I had after the drink earlier. Whatever was in that drink was nice, I felt and looked horny.

Chapter 06c - The Photoshoot

"You trust Mada"

I nodded, "Yes" and closed my eyes as my nipples throbbed. I didn't think that I believed myself but I did feel lovely.

She took my hands, "You good wife for us. Continue. Yes?"

I didn't reply, I didn't nod, I didn't know what she really meant. But she didn't care, instead turning off the radio, unlocking and opening the bathroom door. She didn't tell me to but I knew this was the plan. I walked into our room towards Chris as he was looking straight at me. I stopped a bit before him and twisted my hip to give him a pose. I felt amazing and the look on his face said I was right. His expression went straight to my clit, I felt it pulse.

Mada moved round me and opened the door to our room, letting a load of people in. I'd not heard them knock. I watched three people file into the room, carrying various things, moving around us. I wondered what they were doing, when were they going to leave us alone, so that we could talk? I felt Chris take my hand and say something, but I was focused on them. They were setting stuff up facing the bed. What was going on?

"Step here" one of the men said, indicating for me to stand at the foot of the bed. I pulled away from Chris's hand as I saw the man had a camera in his other hand. They were going to capture the amazing me dressed and looking like this. I had no problem with that at all.

They started taking pictures and the flash's from the boxes they'd just set up were clicking in time before I'd even got to the bottom of the bed. I turned to face the camera and didn't know what to do. I'd never done this sort of thing before. A woman headed to me and grabbed an arm, moving me, then stepping back. Click, flash, click, flash. I watch Mada and Chris doing something behind them. Did she just put her hand on Chris's cock? The new woman was at my body again, moving, posing me.

Chris and Mada left. I saw the lust and excitement in Chris's face as he looked at me. Just as one of the men told me to "loosen up," the door closed and I spotted the other man taking his trousers off. Oh god what was going on?

The woman moved me around some more, "What's happening? Where's Mada and Chris gone." I was starting to worry a little. Especially when I saw that a man was suddenly completely naked. Oh god. Then the door opened and Zania appeared with a big grin on her face. They all spoke something that I didn't understand. Her sudden appearance brought all of last night back to me with a flash.

Oh shit, I instantly knew where this was going. My eyes on a pivot I now noticed 2 video cameras facing the bed and the naked man walked towards me. The women pulled me onto the bed as Zaina joined us. She quickly told me, "Now Emily do this."

"But what, why?"

Both women moved me onto the bed on my hands and knees and they moved away. The camera man moved around me taking pictures. Zaina called to me "Look here" and I turned my head towards her, looking over my shoulder. She smiled, he took pictures.

The other woman then knelt me up and somehow managed to get my dress shoulder straps down. Stretching the lovely dress to its limits. She then unceremoniously yanked the dress over my tits, my bra now on display. This sudden movement caught me by surprise as she was so rough. I was posed in various positions before the final one had me kneeling on the bed, my knees spread wide apart, with the naked man standing in the frame.

They moved him in front of me and had him hand me some folded up money. They had us hold that position, the cash in both our hands, the message very clear. All the while the camera was moving around. Zaina telling me to look at the cash, to smile at it. Then to look at the man, his face, and to look lost, then happy, then excited. Then to look at his cock, to look bored at it, then to look scared. I have no idea if I nailed the looks, but I tried, all the while we were holding the cash.

Then the other woman sprung into action and pulled my boobs out of the bra. She was rough with it but didn't want me to help. She literally grabbed the fleshy top part and just pulled them upwards, wrestling them out. Then more pictures of us in various poses like this. I felt like a mannequin, simply being posed this way and that.

"Put this on him." Zaina commanded me as the other woman threw a condom at me. Knowing what this probably meant I looked around first at all the faces, all the people watching. The cameras probably recording this. She saw my worry and shouted at me, "Come on WHORE, time and money." just like she had the first day in the brothel. She was nasty, but it did get me moving. Rolling the condom down his substantial cock, my hands feeling its heat, knowing where it was going, making me tingle.

He said something to them and they laughed. The other women reached round and squeezed one of my nipples hard, I moaned loudly at that and they laughed again.

Zaina was then at me, pushing me onto my back. She pulled my knickers off as I asked her not to make me do this. She of course ignored me and roughly pulled my legs up and back, bunching my dress high around my hips. I closed my eyes but was told off for that too, "Look here" and the camera was all over me again.

Then the man with the big cock was there between my legs, more pictures. Then he shuffled forward and pushed the head of his cock tight against my opening. No checking with me, no comments, just bang here it is. But oh god, I couldn't help it, it felt so good. Without even realising my body took over and using my heels on the bed I dragged my body towards him, applying pressure to his cock making it slip inside me.

He commented, it sounded like an apology, but not to me. To the other women, she shouted to Zaina who laughed and said something to them. He then shrugged his shoulders and leaned over me and simply started to fuck me hard and deep.

Christ it felt good. Oh god yes. I didn't care that they were filming. I was about to wrap my arms around him when he simply stopped and pulled back and out. I gasped, I wanted more. They laughed and said something, Zaina then, maybe translated for me, "You such a cock hungry whore." I couldn't deny it. It was frustrating to say the least.

They then had us pose all over the place, me astride him, back to doggy, me on my back with my legs folded up, my knees by my ears. When I did that pose everyone stopped a second and Zaina came over to me and said "This Anvil." I thought what? But she pushed my body so that my back was curled more, my arms on my legs pulling my own body up. Really presenting my pussy to him. Then, just like that, they carried on. Every now and then he'd pound me hard and long for a minute or so to keep me compliant. It was frustrating but also soo good. I was so turned on and horny, I would have probably fucked a horse if they bought one in. I didn't care.

In the end they decided it was time for a climax of sorts. Zaina telling me, "He need to cum now. Ok?"

I mean what could I say. He simply went at me like a jackhammer. It felt amazing. My tits were going crazy as my body was worked over. I couldn't help it. I came twice as he did me like that. And my arms and legs were wrapped around him as he filled the condom. Damn, that was nice.

I thought it was over but they did some play of the condom as he pulled out of me. Lots of photos, they brought the other condoms, Chris's presents into the frame. Placed around my well used pussy. I just let them do whatever they wanted.

Then the other man, the one with the camera, was next to me. Still dressed but his cock out, a much more normal sized one. Zaina telling me to, "Put condom on and fuck him too." So I did. He didn't last long at all and didn't fill me like the other one. But I did like it all the same.

When he'd finished the other women fiddled with the condoms, I didn't pay much attention.

Zaina held my phone up to my face like she did last time, unlocking it before walking away with it in her hand. I asked her not to, but she didn't react.

The other woman threw my knickers at me and mimed at me to lose the dress. She then had me posing in just the knickers. I felt sexy and was still horny as I watched them start to pack up.

Chapter 06d - Tattoo and brainwashing

I was just starting to think about going to find Chris. Everyone else appeared to have forgotten me. I stood up and walked to our closet, to pick a dress and bra. I went to slide the bangle off my wrist and ankle when I heard Mada, "No leave on. Here" and she handed me the dress I'd just worn and then taken off.

I looked at her, wondering if a conversation was needed and to ask her where Chris was. She nodded as if reading my mind, "Go toilet, then put on. You did good, now we go surprise." and she smiled. I didn't need the toilet but thought it was probably a good idea as god only knew what her surprise was going to be.

Coming out of the bathroom, I had the dress around my hips, my boobs out as I needed my bra. But Mada wasn't interested in that, seeing me walking toward it on the bed, "Just pull up, we go." She had some shoes in her hand and something else in the other one that I couldn't make out.

"But Mada, they need.." I stopped myself. She wouldn't care. So instead I pulled it up and moved the girls into place, very aware that they were in their natural, unsupported position. I also stepped in the shoes as she took my arm and led me out of our room.

"You very good at this." as she passed the other objects into my hand. I looked at them, it was a packet of cigarettes.

Holding them up to her, "I don't" but she nodded. I was confused, was I holding them for her?

As we left the complex, the sun hitting my skin, making me tingle. She again told me, "You are a very good worker." I didn't know how to reply.

She stopped and leaned against a wall, taking the packet from me. Thank god. I watched her open it, and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter that was in the packet also. I was surprised as I'd not seen her smoke at all, "You smoke Mada?" stupid question.

She put it to her lips and expertly lit it, taking a tiny drag in doing so. "No. But you now." and she handed me the cigarette. I didn't take it, what was she on about? "It's ok, hold it." I shook my head a no. But she actually put it between my two fingers. I looked down at it.

"Mada, I don't want to do.."

She cut me off, "Didn't want to do a lot. But now see." I looked up at her and she was smiling. "Try" I didn't want to, but the smell of the cigarette was lingering and the feel of it between my fingers was, I dunno, somehow natural, easy.

"I don't think.."

Again she cut in, "All prostitute and whore smoke, it part of it." taking my wrist she moved my hand up to my lips. "Trust me you like."

Christ, really. Was I about to do this? Fuck. I put the little stick against my lips and sucked in some air through it. It fizzled and glowed, my lungs filling with the smoky junk. It made me cough and splutter. But something about it made me tingle. I tried again, a little lighter on the draw. I coughed again but this time not as strongly.

Mada smiled, and took my arm as we carried on walking. I felt a bit dirty and sophisticated at the same time. As we walked I took another drag. This time I didn't cough, and actually felt it hit me after a few seconds. A calming feeling washed over me, it was nice. I sucked on it again, this time a bigger lung full and this time I held it a bit before puffing it out.

Mada detected it, "Seee I told you like."

Fuck she was like a mini fortune teller or something, as she was right. I did like it. That gave me a little shiver as I finished it. I stopped looking around, wondering what to do with it. She nodded to the floor, so I dropped it and she stood on it, "It fine"

"Ok" and I smiled at her.

Some man from across the street shouted something to her and she called back at him waving. I looked over and smiled. I was relaxed. We walked on a little more, she was constantly telling me how good I was, how pleased Chris was, how I was made for fucking, how special I was. It was obviously all bullshit and meant to simply stroke my ego, but I did lap it all up.

We pulled up outside a dark looking building that had writing on it that I couldn't work out. She handed me the cigarette packet telling me, "Another" with a nod.

I didn't even think to question her, I didn't really want or need one but all the same I opened the packet and pulled one out. Putting it between my lips, again feeling that correctness, as I worked out how to light it. You needed to suck a little air in through it as you lit it. I'd worked it out very quickly and easily.

She took a step back looking at me as I leaned against the wall of the building. She smiled, it was a genuine smile of appreciation. I smiled back, "What?" as I took a drag, feeling that was my part to play now.

"It all suit you." she nodded "You best whore I made."

I picked up on that, "You've done this before?"

She nodded, "Often, I show you soon." I was surprised but also pleased that I was her best. I wonder though best by what means? She continued, "First day when you drink and want see. I know then that you natural." smiling, "And Mr Chris. He right for this also." she nodded, "He very pleased, he like where we go. He love you much."

I smiled at her as I finished the cigarette, "I still don't believe that I'm doing all this." dropping it on the floor and stepping on it.

She again took my hand and led me into the building that we'd stopped at. I was shocked to see it was a tattoo parlour but not worried. Though I instantly guessed it would be something for me, I could say no. I wasn't going to let them write whore on my forehead or something like that.

The owner of the place appeared to know Mada and looked across at me smiling, I returned it. Before I knew it I was sitting in a chair leaning back after Mada told me it was going to be small and on my shoulder. When I asked her what it was going to be her answer of "Words that tell people you us, but not English.", and she held up a piece of paper with some pointless scribbles on, my reply of "Ok" didn't even hit me as surprising. I actually didn't really care. Somehow I was fine with this.

When we left she again told me how amazing I was, and how I was the best. It was all sinking in, as I smoked, while walking somewhere under her instruction yet again.

When we got back to the hotel we had a bite to eat and drink. Right in front of me she dropped a pill into my drink, looking for my reaction. I did frown at her and asked what it was, her answer not very useful, just saying that it helped me feel good. She then told me that I was going to go see Chris soon but first she wanted to talk to me about advertising and my body.

"You chest is special and real but sometime you need more." I nodded half understanding what she was saying. She carried on, "You know Camel Toe?"

I laughed loudly, "Yes"

She smiled, "Good then this easy. Camel Toe good for you work, understand?"

I mean the logic was right I guess but what did she expect me to do? I mean women were embarrassed about that, weren't they? She surprised me by taking my arm and leading me towards a room I'd not been in before. It was a small, I guess changing room. Zaina was in there waiting for us. As she closed the door, she carried on the conversation "You have big lips, " nodding towards my groin area, "they lovely."

I blushed, I'd always been a bit shy of my vulva. There was sort of a lot going on there. Puffy outer labia and a lot of inner labia, I was used to it, it was all sensitive. It was nice to have someone call it all lovely.

Zaina magiced a red bikini from a small cupboard, finding a size that she thought would fit me, "Put on" handing it to me.

I wasn't worried about either of them seeing me naked anymore, we were some way past that. I was quickly changed into the bikini that I thought was a very good fit. But Mada shook her head and said something to Zaina, both looking at the bottoms. Zaina decided "Off". Turning she pulled out another bottom and I swapped. This one was a little smaller, around my groin but no different around my hips. She nodded and standing behind me, she turned me towards a fully body mirror.

Mada started on my again "See, I say your" she grabbed my boobs, "tatts already there. But," her hands let them go and she moved her hands to the waistband of the bikini to indicate it, "here we need advert." I understood what she was saying, I mean my boobs were certainly there, but I didn't know the solution to my bottoms.

She did, as she carried out the most humiliating, and confusing set of movements of my life. She started by making me spread my legs a little. She then pulled the bottoms down a little. Then using one hand on each side coming around my hips she literally pulled my labia apart. She wasn't hard or rough, but it was simply so strange. She got her fingers around large chunks of them and almost squeezed and worked them a little. At one point she ran a finger the length of my inner lips a few times and then worked on the out lips again. It wasn't actually an unpleasant process, I was certainly captivated and enjoying the feeling a little. I'd say she was trying to plump them up or something. All the way through Zaina was directing or suggesting to Mada what was needed. Once satisfied Mada pulled my bikini bottoms back up and then pulled them up at the front and back.

Her face reflecting back at me in the mirror next to my hip was a smile, "See". I looked between both their faces, they were happy, I was shocked.

Yes I could see. I could 100% see what they had done. I very clearly now had a wedgie, or a camel toe. It was obscene. I gasped at myself.

Mada laughed, "You look fantastic, come." And she pulled my hand, opening the door leading me outside. My free hand instinctively went to re-adjust but she was all over that slapping it away, with a lot more force than necessary. "Look no one notice, you fine."

She was right, I looked around as we walked in public but no one appeared to be looking at me. We walked along the sand as she told me, "You have lovely pussy. This how to display."

"God Mada, I'm really not sure about this."

"Yes you are. Want picture to Claire to check?"

I about froze. She'd never said anything about Claire before. I didn't even know she knew about the pictures that Zaina sent before. But this scared me. I didn't want any pictures of anything going to our daughter. Was that a threat?

"Not worry, I no do that. You enjoy this and do as say yes?"

"Yes" I answered instantly, still unable to think. Everything that had happened in the last 48 hours was bonkers. I didn't want this spilling out any more that was necessary. I felt the sting on my shoulder as I thought about that. A spillover was sort of inevitable at some point.

She pointed ahead on the beach. I traced where she was pointing. I saw what I think was Chris on a

lounger. "Chris happy, Mada happy, Emily VERY happy." and she laughed. "You go to Chris in moment."

But first she dragged me to a drinks counter, asking the man serving at it for something. He produced a packet of cigarettes, a lighter and turned to make a drink. Mada didn't need to say anything. I reached for the cigarettes and had one at my lips instantly. It felt good. I felt so nice. I liked it, it calmed me.

He placed the small drink in front of me and Mada made a very obvious point of fishing something from her pocket and dropping it into the drink. Again she said nothing and again I simply picked it up and drank it. Two large gulps and it was gone. I then finished the cigarette and she popped a mint in my mouth. Fuck knows where that came from. She had it all laid out. Everything scheduled, a well designed plan, executing flawlessly.

And then my attacked pussy lips started to tingle as did my nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned. She noticed, telling me "Yes, Emily, good whore, feel right." my eyes still closed, my mind starting to swim with the nicotine and whatever she was putting in those drinks. I tried to listen to her, "Go relax by Chris. But display your whore cunt." I gasped when I heard her say that. Before I could react her hand was pushing firmly on my back. Opening my eyes I slowly walked towards him.

Chapter 07 - Displaying

"Hey babe" I leaned in giving him a quick kiss. Could he smell the smoke on me? I moved around and quickly lay on the lounger next to him. My mind swimming, my body tingling, I closed my eyes. Instantly remembering Mada's last words, I opened my legs a little but daren't open them too far. I didn't want to see anyone looking or know what I was actually showing.

He noticed it straight away. Oh course he would, "Emily your".

Fuck, I sighed, "I know, they told me to."

"Your pussy babes."

"I know" Christ I knew Chris, I can feel it right now.

"Why are you doing it?" he sounded genuinely confused. It was actually a good question that my body answered for me as a pulse of arousal rippled through me. This was why, because it felt good. "Mada told me to let people see me. That I am sexy and should let people enjoy my body." God this felt like a milestone. He wanted me like this, yes?

"Where were you just now? Earlier today."

Hah, which bit, in a cupboard being fitted for this pussy display, having a tattoo done, learning to smoke, oh I could do with one of those right now, or getting fucked while making a porno video? I didn't have the head space to talk about it right now, I was high as fuck or something. I didn't want him to bring me down, "I don't want to talk about it." I kept my eyes closed, my head facing up at the sun "I love you Chris. Do you still love me?"

"Yes of course babes." I felt his hand on mine. Oh good, he understands and did want me like this. I almost let out a sigh of relief but he needed more, "Emily your shoulder?".

"Yes? I'm ok, I don't want to talk about it."

"In our room, photos?" he pushed more.

"Yup" I smirked, not sure if he saw it.

I heard him sigh and his lounger creek "They took pictures of you, why?"

"For the website." I think that's what they said. Ummm people were going to look at my body.

"What website"

"I dunno." I didn't really care.

"You were clothed?"

"Yup" Sort of, I did smirk.

He must have seen my face "You were naked?"

I was more than naked, oh god Chris are you sure you want to know this, right now? "Yes"

"So they took pictures of you naked?"

"Yes" haven't we covered this bit already?

"Did you have sex?" Ok so he does want to know, what shall I tell him? I sighed and was about to answer but he carried on "Did you have sex Emily?" God I did and the night before. I've had a lot of sex hubby, you know that. You know thatMada has turned me into a whore don't you. I felt my nipples pulse and crinkle at that thought.

God I was getting horny again, "I don't want to talk about it Chris." I think I need Mada, "Do you want me to go?"

"No, no of course not babes. It's amazing to see you."

I picked up on something in his voice, sadness or was it hornyness? "I bet you do, seeing me like this." I heard him chuckle "Tell me."

Then I nearly came right then when he told me, "You look utterly sexy as fuck babes. I'm very proud to be your husband."

I clench my thighs tightly feeling my pussy tingle and pulse before letting my muscles relax. "Good" I couldn't help smiling "It's not too slutty?"

"Ohh no babes, you look fantastic."

"You want me sluttier?" I could tell him it all now.

"I didn't say that babes." I giggled, I couldn't help it. He had no real idea did he?

Over the next 30 minutes or so, I started to feel people walking closer. I peeked a couple of times, yes men especially where walking closer and they were looking. They were looking straight at my 'advert.' It made me shiver, even in this heat.

Then off to my side, I hear her, "Good girl Emily, perfect." I didn't dare look now that I knew Mada was pleased with my display. "Emily stay here, Chris come with me."

I waited a moment before opening my eyes and looking. Yes they had gone. I wonder where? I did however notice a tall man standing very close to me, looking at me smiling. It sent a shiver through me again. It was a very obvious look of lust, if I so much as nodded an acknowledgement I just knew he'd be here on me, trying something. I instead decided to close my eyes again and ignore the world. Part of me very nearly closed my legs, but not knowing who was looking was way more delectable.

This game went on for way too long. In my head I was reliving everything that had happened so far. I realised that I was thankful for the condoms. Every single one of them had used a condom. How many had there been so far? Shit I counted 9. I'd had sex with 9 men in the last 24 hours and none of them were my husband. I felt both bad and excited, this was so crazy. I then re-pictured that last image that Claire had received from me, well Zaina. It was after the second man fucked me. I remember her leaning over me taking a picture. I had no knickers on then and my bra was on but both of my tits were out. I'd just had an amazing orgasm and he was just leaving. What did she capture in that photo, where was the full version? God had she sent that to Claire since?

I had a realisation, what had Zaina done when she had my phone during the porno shoot? In fact, where the hell was my phone? I was just about to go get it when I felt a shadow cast across me. Chris was back? I sat up and opened my eyes. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. There was a tall half naked man standing in front of me and another man, I guess his friend, sitting next to me on Chris's lounger. They were both in smart shorts only and had amazing bodies. They said something to me that I couldn't understand.

I noticed and felt their eyes, I just couldn't do it. I quickly swung both of my legs to the side. They both moaned at me, that much was obvious. One of them nodded towards my shoulder asking I guess a question. It was covered with a gauze, I'd not seen it myself yet, but could they see it through the gauze. Did they know what it said? The one sitting next to me said something and moved his hands by his chest, the international hand gesture for big tits. I smiled at them both, I got it. You like my boobs. They both shared a comment and nods. I didn't really like being in this position. Each time before Mada or Zania had orchestrated things, here I was on my own. This carried on for a few moments, I wanted to get up and leave but...

They looked up to the side at someone calling them. I followed their gaze as they replied. Mada and Chris were coming, to save me. But she didn't look happy and Chris looked confused. I suddenly melted and felt like I was doing everything wrong again. I looked down at my feet, cross with myself as I started to worry again.

As they drew near, Mada snapped at me "Look at Taric Emily." I looked up at her as I had no idea who that was, she nodded at the boy standing at the foot of the lounger. So I did look at him, wondering why. They exchanged some words that Mada soon explained, "Emily stop hiding. Show him you now.".

I should have known it was something like this. Her clear instructions were somehow music to my ears and body. My legs were facing him, so it was easy enough for me to slide them open a bit. I kept looking at Taric, he smiled at me. However I guess the other one wasn't happy as he shared something with Mada. I felt his hand on my knee and it made me jump.

Mada made it clear what I was to do, "Feet on sand Emily, open." I froze. But the boys knew. Taric reached for my ankle nearest to him and pulled my leg and set it down next to him on the sand just as his friend did the same with my other leg on the other side of the lounger. I was now stradling the lounger, my legs wide apart.

I felt it. The movement and the tight bikini had moved one side. I felt the air on my damp labia and I felt the material slide into me. Oh god, I quickly went to sort that out. My hand moving to dive there, but Mada was all over it, "No, stop."

I froze. I felt 4 sets of eyes staring at my most intimate parts. Even when I was fucking the men there weren't 4 people staring at me like this. I could feel my heart beating so hard. I was utterly scared and so horny at the same time. I quickly looked between all of their faces. They were all very pleased with what they could see. That made me blush and feel great.

"Thank them both Emily".

Looking between the two young men, "Thank you"

Mada making things more difficult "Why?".

I breathed a scared "Thank you both for looking at my body." and I tried to smile.

They spoke and Mada handed Taric something which made him blow me a kiss. I melted and then she ruined it with "You tidy your flap up now Emily." Gawd, I quickly sorted myself out. The boys stood together and walked away, clearly having had a great day walking the beach.

Mada then turned back from them walking away to address me "Good girl, very good. Both see you later." God did she mean that she'd booked them to both fuck me in the brothel later? She then looked between us both "You both doing what I need from you. Well done."

God that 'well done' again, the praise, I couldn't help but smile up at her. Though she clearly wasn't happy with my bikini work, "Tighter". I looked down, I knew what to do. Raising my ass off the lounger an inch I grabbed the front and back, like she had earlier and pulled it up. I felt and saw the effect. Surely this was what she wanted? Yes she nodded at me, "You both enjoy time and eat. Emily I come get at 7. Make sure you display." and she turned and left us.

I was a quivering mess of hormones and arousal. He could tell, couldn't he, as he asked me, "Emily, are you ok love?"

"Yes" god I needed a fag, or a fuck or something.

"This is all a bit" he delivered the statement of the century.

I could only nod this time.

"Is that thing on your arm a tattoo?"

Oh for fucks sake, how'd he work that out. Did she tell him? Does he know what it means? Can he see it? What could I answer, I didn't even really know? "Do you want me to go in?"

"No babes it's ok. Sorry love." he looks sorry.

I sat there a moment more as he laid back. I looked down at my pussy, god I was going to do this again but this time it was even more blatant. Fuck it, I laid back, closed my eyes tight and did a sort of Yoga butterfly pose. God only knows how much everyone was able to see now.

Chapter 08 - Normality for a second

I felt his eyes on me from time to time. I guess he was my husband and was allowed to look. It was actually quite flattering, apart from his questions. "Emily are we ok?", "What is going on?", "How is Mada involved in all this?", "Do you realise what they can see?", "I do love you babe." I could hardly answer any of it, I needed something, I was sort of bubbling inside. I'd not cum since early this morning and had been kept on the edge by all this for hours now. I ended up calming him down with a "I'm just laying here in a bikini" before I about stormed off to find Mada.

He was ok after that and some time after that so was I. The intense arousal had started to leave me and instead nerves were kicking in as I realised that the evening would be here soon and I guessed I'd be back at the brothel again? I was excited and worried about that. Each night was somehow more progressive, where would it end. How deep would I go?

I was also getting hungry and needed a pee. So it was great when we ended up going back to our room, holding hands as we walked. My tits jiggling and my camel toe clearly on display for everyone to see. The advert for me, if they wanted it later.

We showered, separately, I nearly didn't. I so nearly jumped in with him to ravage him, but something told me not yet. The horn was gone and I was feeling a little off. We dressed nicely, chatted as we always did, and ate a lovely meal. It was all beautifully normal. I think I'd even put Mada and the upcoming whatever out of my mind.

Until of course I saw her approaching us, she put her hand on Chris's shoulder, "I'm sorry to disturb, I was here and didn't want to make come again." I was confused, we'd just ordered our desert. What did she want now?

She stepped to my side and offered me her hand, "It's time us to leave now.".

I look at Chris and he looks pissed. He then straightens up, "I don't think so Mada, Emily will be staying with me tonight, thank you." It was actually lovely and sort of funny to see. He never raises his voice or postures like this. It was cute.

But she ignored him, instead shaking her hand a little and telling me, "Come now whore, customers waiting." That made me tingle, her calling me a whore like that. It set me back a few hours to everything else that happened today. I turned my body to her and started to stand.

"Emily no." Chris called out to me. But my hand was in Mada's, the electricity was firing, my need was starting to resurface.

She turned to him "It's ok Chris, this is what you both need. I know best, it's ok."

I heard his chair push back and felt him stand, he was about to make a scene. I braced for it, wondering who's side I'd pick when Mada took very clear control, "Sit, Chris. Come meet in 30 minutes your room. We discuss then." and she led me away.

I didn't turn back once, I didn't want to see the look on his face. I felt bad, but more than that my nipples were tingling. As soon as we stepped outside, Mada handed me a packet of fags. I smiled at her, amazed that in one day I'd smoked, I counted them, I dunno, 5 today already? I lit it and drew in the junk, I made my brain fizz just enough. Ummm. "Thanks Mada."

She smiled and took me back to our holiday apartment.

Chapter 08b - Prep and the Date

Just before we got to our apartment she asked me something weird, "You remember Anvil?" For a moment I didn't, I thought what is she on about. But then it hit me, Zania and the photoshoot thing.

Me folded over, pussy highest point, deep penetration, I nodded, "Yes?"

She smirked, "Good, remember. It important." I shrugged, whatever, I'd remember it.

We arrived at our apartment and she let us in. I was surprised to see the bathroom door open and a small woman in the same uniform as Mada in there. I would have thought she was a maid but she had a yoga mat on the floor along with, jeezus, some dildos, a vibrator and other bits and bobs. I turned to Mada and she smiled at me, "This Abby, you do what she want." and she pushed me towards the bathroom.

Abby firstly had me strip, decided I didn't need a shower and told me to toilet and left the room. That was better than what Mada did last time. When I was done I re-opened the door and called her. She came in and inspected my labia for hair and wasn't pleased enough. She then lathered me up, had me sit on a towel and shaved me. God I had to keep still, I told her a few times I could do it but she ignored me. Having someone else razer you down there is such a strange thing. I was getting used to people paying my pussy a lot of attention.

When she was done she started to dress me. Stockings that I had to be careful of as they were very sheer black, and indeed they felt lovely, these were not the cheap stuff like the other night. She put a black garter belt around my waist and carefully clipped it in place to hold the stockings up. Looking at my reflection in the mirror in just this I looked like a porn star. The garter and stockings simply framing my pussy. Oooh I looked good. She then put the same bangle on my ankle that I'd had on and off all day. I kinda liked it.

I stepped into a very fine, black lace thong that she pulled up my stockinged legs. She then handed me a pretty substantial bra. I mean having these 36HH's I was used to that but this was a little different. By the time we'd both put it in place properly I was surprised at how high it had my boobs. There were 4 hooks to lock at the back and the shoulder straps were thick. And even with all that it was still lacy and pretty looking. I made a note to look later at what the make was. Over that I pulled a white vest top, it was pretty tight and followed the contours of my tits and stomach.

She then handed me what I guessed was the skirt. I wasn't surprised as I unfolded it, stepping into it and pulling this tiny piece of purple fabric up my legs. It was a lovely snug fit over my ass and hips, but god it wasn't very long at all. My top came down enough to nicely cover it, because if it didn't you'd have seen my garter belt. As it was you could see that I had a garter belt holding the stockings up as a good inch of them was visible below the skirt.

I actually quite liked it all. I looked slutty as hell, hot as fuck and that was the point wasn't it? Though thinking about walking the streets to get there was a little daunting. In fact, as I thought about it, I was a little worried.

She quickly did my hair, makeup, put earrings, a necklace and bangle on. All matching silver like the one on my ankle, all rather gaudy looking, again that was the point. I was done and wondering what the array of dildos was for, I guess for when I came back, or was something else going to happen here.

She also removed the plaster gauze from my tattoo. I got to see it for the first time. It looked like some scribbles to me, meant nothing. I mean it was neat and tidy, smartly done. Probably meant something to those that could read it. For all I knew it was my mobile phone number, Mada said it was something about ownership. I shrugged.

She finished with making me step into the heels but I wasn't expecting her to stand back once done, to look me up and down and to push the bathroom door closed before saying "Anvil whore." I looked at her shocked. Really, like now?

She just stood there, her command delivered. I looked around the bathroom wondering where to do this. Instantly noticing the yoga mat pushed up against the wall. I guess this was always the plan. I carefully, so as not to run the stockings, got down onto my back. In doing so my skirt gave up being a skirt and instead became a belt, I'd sort that later.

Laying down I hooked my hands behind my knees and pulled them back to my head. As planned, my body rocked up and back, my stockinged knees feeling lovely against my cheeks. She then grabbed a phone and took a load of pictures of me in this stupid position. Then she pulled my thong to one side and took some more.

Then she picked up a tiny hand held vibrator and rested it on my clit. "Ohhhhh ggooooddddwwwwddd" It instantly rocked my world. The feelings were fantastic.

"Open eyes look at me." I didn't even know I'd closed them.

"Oohwwwww oooowwwwwoo" ooh god it felt good as I looked into her eyes. She then stopped the vibrator and picked up a dildo. Smoothly and carefully sliding it into me, filling my pussy nicely. God that felt good. Different from the vibration but "Ummmmmm" I kept looking at her. I kept holding my legs.

She then slowly removed that dildo and swapped it for another one, this one a lot bigger in both dimensions. Not a monster but a very big toy. It didn't want to go in. She pushed a little harder, telling me "You must do this." as it slid into me. God it was fat and stiff. She worked it into me, really filling me up. I panted feeling it deep inside my squashed body. Then the vibrator appeared again. She used one hand to push the dildo hard into me, just as the other hand with the vibrator touched my clit.

"Oohhhggddww" I moaned very loudly. I couldn't help it. She giggled saying something like "Good girl, loud whore is good."

I moaned again, I was going to cum hard and fast. These feelings, this stupid position, these clothes, this entire day had gotten to me. I bit my lip and my body convulsed, "Ummmgghhh ffuuukkkkkkk cuummmmmmmnnnnnggggggggg".

Though a still bit lip, I road it, "OOOhhhhhhewwwwwwwggggddddddd ffffufuuuuuuukkkkkkkkk" trying to look at her face but unable to focus.

My back spasming, my neck jolting, my legs cramping, ooh fuuck it was good. Oh fuck fuck FUCK.

She let up the pressure of both toys. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. That was by far the greatest orgasm of my life. God darn I was wasted. I was fucked.

She moved, but left the dildo in me. I wanted to move, to go to bed and sleep. She hovered over me taking more pictures on her phone. Then she slid the dildo out and took more pictures, before pulling my thong back over me and telling me to get back up.

I did so on very wobbly legs, almost toppling on the heels and the lack of energy after the explosion. When I was settled, and my skirt back in sort of place, she turned the phone to show me one of the pictures. I gasped. My face was clearly visible, as was my stupid position as was the bloody hole in me. There where my pussy once was, was a gaping hole into my body. It looked obscene. Before I managed to take it in, she was gone. The bathroom door opened and she was through it. I heard the main door to our apartment go as well.

God I need bed, and a nap. Even in this get up, in fact I needed to change to sleep. I stepped forward to be greeted with Chris and Mada sitting on our bed. Chris's face again said, 'OMG wife you look fucking AMAZING', that gave me another boost. I watched his eyes take me in and I walked closer to them. I spotted those stupid condoms on Mada's lap, that irritated me.

I want to ask them to get off the bed so that I can strip off and rest. But I also know that I'm dressed for something. But I can't go out there like this. I mean...

Mada is looking straight at me, "Wow dear, you sexy."

I look between them both, "I need to change out of this. I feel silly." I wasn't sure silly was right but I was confused again.

"Did you cum?" Mada asked me.

Fuck did they hear me just now. They did, didn't they? Oh gawd.

"It sounded like did. Well done." and she chuckled, "Chris very pleased for you."

I looked at Chris. Was he really pleased? Did he hear how good and earth shattering that was? Really?

"A good whore." Mada had an agenda and I was slowing it down "Put arms up and turn slowly." I watched her lift her phone. Clearly recording everything I was doing was the order of the day. Arms up, I turned for them, displaying myself like I was a statue on a turntable.

When I arrived back at the start, Mada rose walking towards me. She knelt before me and said something that I think I was supposed to understand. I clearly didn't. But her tap of my inner thigh was clearly a 'spread your legs deary' so I did, whilst looking at my husband. Did he really want this?

I wasn't really surprised when I felt Mada fingers at my pussy and then a little pressure of something cold like a balloon. Those fucking condoms full of jizz were going back up inside my vagina again.

"Slick, good." came an announcement from Mada.

I was surprised that they stayed up there and didn't just fall straight out after the dildo working I just had. But after she'd rammed them up inside me, she pulled my thong back in place. Chris's eyes watching the act and watching me watch him. Mada pulled my skirt back down the little that it would go. She stood and turned me around as she simply said "You go now."

Oh god, really? She wanted me to go to that brothel like this? Right now? Christ I was knackered and I looked like. Well I looked like this. I heard her say it again but I didn't move. Was this my stand. Was this where I turned it all back around?

I heard her sigh and quickly felt her behind me. I felt her small boobs press against my back as her arm snaked around me. Grabbing a boob, her palm sliding on them, obviously hunting for my nipple. She found it and locked on, two fingers digging and squeezing hard. It set me alight again as she told me, well the room, "You go show man, massive, fat, English tits."

I closed my eyes and gasped at her, 'massive, fat, English tits' Arrrggg I liked that.

"You go now, I bring Chris in few moments."

I gaped again, what Chris was coming this time he was going to watch?

"You have man waiting for you body." she squeezed my nipple hard again, that caused me to whimper. Her hand left me and she tapped my ass. That was it. She'd somehow switched me back on again. I walked forward and out the door. Heading to my next whatever. My heart starting to beat in anticipation, my mind waking to the potential, my body getting ready for more sexual torment.

I couldn't wait.