“I think you’re playing with fire,” I said.

“That may well be,” Kim replied. “But it’s something I have to do. You do see that, don’t you?”

I did see that, but I was concerned as well. Ever since Kim had got me to lure her husband, my best friend Pete, into three way action with first Kim herself, then Suzy, a respectable academic by day, a complete sexual freak by night, he’d been acting a bit sheepish.

“The thing is,” Kim said, “I don’t know if I can stay married to Pete if he can’t… give me what I need.”

I nodded, but this was bad news. If Kim decided to divorce Pete, there was every chance he’d blame me for it. The trouble was, I was already in too deep to change that.

“It’s too bad,” Kim said, “because really he’s everything I thought I ever wanted in a man. Kind, loving, respectful, stable, dependable, predictable. I just wish he didn’t take that to bed with him.”

“You must have known that when you married him.”

Kim gnawed on her bottom lip. “I did,” she said. “I just didn’t know myself very well. I believed that sex should be slow and romantic and tender. I was fine with that to begin with, but over time I realised I was wired differently.”

“Officially sanctioned sex is pretty dull, isn’t it?” I agreed.

This made Kim laugh. “You can only convince yourself of something for so long before your real nature asserts itself,” she said. “I’m sure there are people who are quite happy with soft and slow. “Me, I have needs that go way beyond that, as you know.” She winked at me, and my heart leapt.

“Still, at least you know that Pete’s capable of it,” I said. Kim had witnessed the threesome she’d put me up to with Pete and Suzy.

“That’s the thing,” Kim replied. “The thing I never knew about Pete. He was capable of it when he thought he was shagging some chav slut, but at home… If anything he’s become even more solicitous in the marital bed since then, and it’s driving me nuts.”

“You make him sound positively Victorian,” I said, again making Kim laugh. “But I still don’t see why you can’t just talk things through with him.”

Kim twisted her face into an exaggerated tableau of disbelief. “This is Pete we’re talking about,” she said. “You know he’d just clam up. More or less.”

I did know this. I shrugged. “You’re the boss,” I said.

Kim smiled. Knowing her as I did, I wasn’t fooled into thinking that the coy gesture was anything but a front for armour-clad bloody-mindedness. “I’ve been taking lessons from Suzy,” she said.

“How’s it going?”

“Great. I’ve learned a lot. I don’t want my persona to be as low-rent as hers, but I’m working on one that suits me.”

“Well,” I said. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Don’t I always?”

I had my doubts, but the thing was, Kim almost always did, and she always got what she wanted.

The plan was this. Pete’s birthday was coming up. There was going to be a get together come the weekend, with friends and family, but on his birthday proper, I was to invite Pete round to my flat for a special surprise.

Given that the last time Pete had been round to my place, Suzy had turned up and serious orgiastic excess had taken over, maybe Pete was afraid a repeat was in store. He certainly seemed a bit reluctant when the idea was first mooted. Kim did her bit, ignoring the signs of guilt, and pushing for him to accept the invitation. When he finally did, he made no mention of his previous visit. Nor did he voice any concern, or anything. Yes, that was Pete, store everything away. Don’t mention it.

So it came as no surprise that he didn’t actually ask what kind of surprise was in the offing. Perhaps he was afraid to. We had a couple of drinks and talked about football and snooker and moaned about our jobs, and I think Pete would have been happy with that. He certainly didn’t show any signs of being inquisitive or expectant.

When the buzzer sounded, Pete didn’t show any emotion. He didn’t ask if I was expecting someone, or who it might be. He just nodded when I said, “I’d better see who that is.”

I knew who it was, but I was still taken aback when I opened the door. Kim had been to the hairdressers. Her chestnut ringlets had been chopped off and replaced with a red-dyed page cut. Her face was heavily made up. In a black leather jacket, a figure-hugging red dress, black nylons and high heels, she looked spectacular. I raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“The agency sent me.” Kim said.

So, straight into character. “Come in,” I said, closing the door behind her as she slipped off her jacket. I ushered her into the living room, where Pete looked astounded at the sight of his wife. As a disguise, Kim’s outfit wasn’t going to fool him, even though she looked different enough to fool a casual acquaintance, but that wasn’t the point. “Kim?” he said weakly, no doubt sensing that there were reasons for this new look, and that he was being kept out of the loop.

“Who’s Kim?” Kim said. “My name’s Slutface. I’ve got a mouth like a sewer, a cunt like ‘eaven, and I want 300 up front, or it ain’t gonna ‘appen.”

I had the money in the same drawer I keep items for kinky sex games. When I turned to hand Kim the money, Pete was still staring wide-eyed as if he couldn’t believe what was happening, that it was happening or why it was happening.

Kim took the six fifties, and made a good show of counting them, before hitching up her dress and stuffing the notes inside a stocking. She smiled. “The agency said you ordered no ‘olds barred, but I ‘spect you gents want to inspect the merchandise first.”

She was looking at Pete, but the poor sod was looking so lost it was hard not to feel sorry for him. On the other hand, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the luscious Kim, and I knew the feeling was mutual.

I went up behind her and pushed myself against her. Even through my trousers and her dress, she couldn’t fail to feel my eagerness against her buttocks. I reached round to squeeze her full breasts through the dress.

“My, you are a big boy, aren’t you?” Kim said, pushing back against me. “Lucky me! What about you, birthday boy, don’t you want a feel of Slutface?”

The last bit was clearly aimed at Pete; silent, passive, bewildered Pete. Yes, it was easy to feel sorry for him, but if Kim thought this charade was necessary, that was how it must be. I gave Kim’s boobs an extra squeeze and whispered in her ear. “Why don’t you get down all fours, lovely.”

Kim giggled in a way she never did otherwise; part playful innocent, part experienced professional. “Your wish is Slutface’s command,” she said.

Down on all fours, Kim proceeded to back up towards Pete. When she was within touching distance, she said, “Am I what you wanted? I ‘ope I am. I’ve been lookin’ forward to this.”

As she spoke, Kim looked up at me with wanton eyes. The strange thing was that Pete was looking at me too, as if asking my permission. I didn’t know why. She was his wife, after all. But clearly there was nothing to be gained from acquiescing in his hesitancy. “Don’t be shy,” I said. “Inspect her. The whore’s costing me enough. Might as well get our money’s worth, eh?”

The look on Kim’s face was priceless. Fancy that, I thought, feeling stupid for not realising earlier that this little charade was designed to satisfy another of Kim’s little fantasies; being paid for sex.

Thankfully Pete seemed to have overcome his initial gobsmacked hesitancy. He leaned forward and roamed Kim’s dress with his hands where it fit snugly across her bottom. When he lifted it, I moved round to get a better look. I saw Kim’s round, fleshy buttocks appear, with just a strip of thong between them.

Pete was stroking, but I bent over to give Kim’s near side buttock a hard slap. As Kim gave a little yelp which was more pleasure than pain, I said, “So what makes you so special, Slutface?”

“Eh?” Kim said.

“The agency said you were the best little whore they had to offer. What is it about you that’s so special?”

Both Pete’s hands were roaming Kim’s buttocks as she said, “I love my job. I love suckin’ and fuckin’.”

I patted her stockings where the fifty pound notes were visible through the nylon. “And getting paid a fucking fortune for it, I bet,” I said.

“Oh my customers always get their money’s worth,” Kim said smoothly.

“I bet they do,” I said, darting in between Pete’s hand movements to administer a new slap. “Any limits?”

“The customer’s always right,” Kim said. “You can use Slutface any way you like. The kinkier you get, the more I like it!”

Pete was still doing little more than fondling Kim so I straddled her, facing Pete, and reached down to pull her buttocks apart, revealing how the thong had its work cut out to cover her pussy lips. “Stick your fingers in her twat,” I said. “See if you reckon she’s a shaggable little whore.”

Pete looked a bit embarrassed to tell you the truth, but he did as I said, pulling the thin strip of material out and fidgeting fingers into Kim, who gave a little gasp. Then she gave that little giggle. “Well,” she said, “is Slutface a shaggable little ‘ore?”

Pete swallowed, but remained silent. I watched as his fingers moved, teasing slightly, nothing more.

“Don’t disappoint me now, boys,” Kim said. “I’ve been lookin’ forward to this.”

I slapped her buttock hard. “Anyone would think you were paying us, whore!” I said sternly. “You’re our little fuck toy, remember?”

“Slutface is your little fuck toy,” Kim said. “Slutface wants to be your little fuck toy. Slutface is glad to be your little fuck toy.”

“That’s more like it,” I said.

I backed up until I was a yard or so in front of Kim. I watched as Pete kept on fingering her pussy a little too sheepishly as I undressed. All the while Kim kept her eyes on me. When I revealed my stiff cock and grabbed hold of it, she winked at me. “No disappointments there,” she said. “Slutface loves a big cock.”

I moved forward, holding my cock an inch away from Kim’s mouth. Her head moved as she craned her neck. The instant I felt her lips graze the bulb, I took a step back. “You are a greedy little whore, aren’t you?” I said. “You want my cock, Slutface, you come and get it.”

The gleam in Kim’s eye was a sight to behold. Her lips were gently parted as she crawled forwards, and once again I took a step back as she came in contact with my throbbing meat. “I like a whore who’s eager to suck cock,” I told her.

“I wouldn’t be much of an ‘ore if I didn’t like suckin’ cock, would I?” Kim giggled.

“Well then, come and get it, Slutface!”

Kim crawled towards me with her tongue extended and once again I backed up at the first minute contact. There was no doubt in my mind that this was just the sort of thing Kim had fantasised about. There was a look about her that suggested extreme heightened anticipation.

The important thing was perhaps how Pete was taking this. I watched him as I continued the little game, making Kim crawl across the room in pursuit of my cock. There was disbelief in his eyes, but I thought I saw something more there. I was standing an inch in front of Kim. “You really do want my cock in your mouth bad, don’t you?” I said.

“I’m very skilled,” Kim said.

“Well, practice makes perfect,” I said. “How many cocks have you sucked in your career, Slutface?”

“’Undreds!” Kim giggled.

We all knew that Kim, like her husband, hadn’t had very many lovers at all, but the thought seemed to do something to Pete, who finally rose and began to undress.

Kim gave me a surreptitious wink. “And they call me Slutface ‘coz there’s nothin’ I like better than ‘ot, sticky loads all over my face!”

“My kind of whore,” I observed. Then, “You want my cock, Slutface, you come and get it.”

As Kim crawled towards me, Pete sat back down, now bollock naked, holding his stiff rod in his hand. Kim’s lips grazed my glans, and I stepped back, but this time it was Pete who spoke. “Slutface! Come over here!” His voice had the nervous tension of a schoolboy saying a naughty word in front of his elders and betters for the first time, but Kim’s face lit up.

She crawled across to Pete, who sat there, legs apart holding his cock. Voice trembling slightly, he said, “Lick my balls!”

However uncertain he sounded, this was definitely a step in the right direction. I watched as Kim stuck her face between her husband’s thighs and began sliding her tongue over his scrotum. Was this the moment? The moment when everything turned, hopefully in the right direction?

I walked over to the drawer where I kept a selection of toys. I chose the little vibrator that I could slip onto my finger. That should be enough for now.

Kim was still busy licking Pete’s balls when I came up behind her. “Get your legs further apart, whore,” I told her.

She complied. As I pulled the thin strip of thong out of the way, I noticed that her tongue began to slide its way up Pete’s shaft. I put my hand up between her thighs and activated the vibrator as I pushed it against her clit.

“Ooooh!” Kim cried in surprise.

“Don’t stop,” Pete told her. Immediately Kim resumed slithering her tongue all over his shaft. Everything seemed to glisten as Kim treated her taste buds to her husband’s cock meat. The vibrator hummed, stimulating her clit. She began giving soft moans as a few drops of pre-cum oozed out of Pete.

These drops proved irresistible to Kim, whose tongue swept over the bulb. “Mmmmm!” she exclaimed, then she went back to sweeping her tongue all over the stiff rod.

There was pre-cum oozing out of me too. I grabbed my cock and wiped it on Kim’s buttock, shifting my vibrating finger slightly. “Mmmmm!” Kim said. “So when are you gonna stick that big boy inside me?”

Not yet, I thought. I continued wiping the head of my cock against her buttocks, vibing her clit, and watching the way her moist tongue continued to tease Pete’s cock. His reaction to all of this was impossible to gauge, but he seemed to have no complaints. I slowly slid my cock across Kim’s skin towards her puffy folds. As I did so, she wriggled her arse, letting me know she was in the mood for more than that. I was so turned on that I would have penetrated her immediately had it not been necessary to draw this out.

Gratifyingly, the way Pete was looking at me, he wouldn’t object at all if I penetrated his wife. He wasn’t going to say as much, but it seemed that Kim was right, that her strategy was working. Kim was moaning as she applied herself to Pete, once again licking his balls. I pressed the vibrator hard against her clit, opening her folds with the head of my cock and pushing the bulb against her slick opening.

“Ooooooh!” Kim moaned. “Get that big boy up me! I wanna feel it!”

I looked at Pete, who nodded imperceptibly. But no, not yet. This had to be good. Really good. So I wriggled my cock there, wriggling my vibrating finger as well.

“Aaaaaah!” Kim moaned. “Fuckin’ get your cock up me now! I need it!”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not feeling it. You’re a whore, after all. How do I know you’re not just faking it?”

Kim angled her head slightly as I removed the vibe from her clit. She stood there on all fours with Pete pushing his cock up against her cheek while mine continued to rest at the entrance to her self-described heavenly cunt. “I told you,” she said. “I love my job. I love ‘avin’ cock up me!”

I paused for a moment. “I’m not convinced,” I said. “You’ll have to make me want to fuck you; make both of us want to fuck your dirty cunt.”

Kim gave a wicked grin, as if my sordid words had hit the exact right spot. Then she pulled away from the two of us, to stand up and clear the table of the few items that were there. The tight, red dress stayed up round her waist as she did so, affording us a great view of her buttocks, which she made sure to wiggle tantalisingly. She deftly pulled the thong down and tossed it onto the couch, before bending over and placing her hands on the table. Pete was on his feet, both of us standing behind Kim. “Do you want me like this?” Kim said. “Do you want to fuck me from behind? Most punters do.”

“What do you want, whore?” I asked.

“I love it any way you wanna give it to me,” Kim replied. “But I want it now. I need it now.”

I waited, wondering if Pete was going to say something. When neither of us spoke, Kim moved. She flashed us a wicked smile and ended up on her back on the table. Good job it was sturdy. She spread her legs, sliding a finger in her slit. “Come on,” she said. “Which one of you two big boys wants to fuck my juicy cunt?”

“Coin toss?” I suggested to Pete, but he was just staring at Kim.

“What are you waitin’ for?” Kim said. “I told you. I’ve got a cunt like ‘eaven. Get stuck in. I fuckin’ need it.”

“You really are a horny little whore, aren’t you?” I said.

“You bet,” Kim giggled. She used both hands to separate her labia. She was deliciously pink and shiny. “An ‘orny little cock ‘ore, that’s me. Can’t get enough.”

“So how many punters have you had up you?”

“’Undreds,” Kim giggled. “My ‘orny cunt has pleasured ‘undreds of cocks.”

Pete was shifting uncomfortably next to me. Something was happening inside him, but quite what was not easy to fathom. “And when was the last time you had one?” I asked.

Kim giggled. “Three… No, two ‘ours ago. ‘E wasn’t as big as you two, but he warmed me up nicely.” She giggled again. “He fucked me like ‘e ‘adn’t ‘ad sex in years, and then ‘e gave me a nice big load of cum all over my tits. I could’ave gone with it on my face, but what the punter wants the punter gets.” She was looking deliberately at Pete now. “Mind you, an ‘our before that I sucked a punter off in an…”

Suddenly it was kicking off. Something in Pete responded to his wife’s roleplay, her telling about her recent, albeit fictional, adventures. In a flash he was on top of her on the table, driving his cock into her pussy.

“Oh yeah!” Kim gasped. “Fuck me, big boy, and maybe I’ll tell you about the time…”

“Shut up!” Pete snarled. “Shut up!” His hand went over Kim’s mouth as his buttocks worked, thrusting his cock into that heavenly cunt.

Kim was staring at me, and I gave her a wink. Pete’s education was nowhere near complete, but this was definitely a step up from the faintheartedness I’d witnessed in him previously. It was looking increasingly like Kim had been right all along with her tactics. At least so far. She was moaning lustily, though Pete kept his hand over her mouth.

I stroked my cock as I watched. My eyes fell on the notes stuffed inside Kim’s stockings. Again I thought that I should have realised that the money aspect was a turn on for Kim; that the pretence that she was being paid to fuck fuelled her desire. And Pete? Well the pretence that his wife was a woman of no great distinction, who offered her favours for hard cash, seemed to make him lose his hesitation. As an expression of classism it was hardly commendable, but I didn’t think Kim cared. I remembered the moment with Suzy, when I told him she had a PhD, and he’d just stopped dead in his tracks.

Think of the slut. The buzzer sounded. Pete’s body gave a jerk, as if he’d been shot, then he lay completely still on top of Kim. He was groaning, so he was still alive. I went to answer the door, leaving Pete to deliver a load of spunk in his wife-cum-whore.

“Welcome,” I said to Suzy.

“How are things going?” she asked.

“Pretty good,” I said. “Nice timing.”

Suzy gave me a kinky smile. She was wearing a leather jacket which almost reached her knees, but not for long. Underneath she was wearing nothing but a pink, fishnet dress, black leather panties, black stockings and high heels. No bra, and her nipples swelled as my eyes feasted on them.

“Someone’s keen,” I remarked.

Shocking pink lips formed a smile which went right the way up to eyes dramatized by the careful application of black cosmetics. Today her cheeks had been brushed with glittery rouge. “When have you ever known me not to be keen?” Suzy asked.

True enough. I placed a hand on her arse, ushering her into the main living area. “Welcome once again to my den of iniquity.”

Suzy giggled. It was her Suzy the Floozy giggle. At a stroke she had gotten into character. Time to really get the party started.

But this was a dicey moment too. Pete didn’t know that Kim had been instrumental in getting him and me to have that threesome with Suzy, and wouldn’t want Kim to know what had happened. Kim didn’t want Pete to know that she was behind all of it, nor for him to know that she knew Suzy. Consequently, Suzy had to pretend she didn’t know Kim or Pete. By contrast, I had the easy job, just pretending the threesome with myself, Pete and Suzy had never happened, while nevertheless knowing all three of them. Talk about a soap opera.

Kim was still on the table when Suzy and I entered the room. She was resting on one elbow, sucking on her own fingers. A dribble of sperm on her chin told me she’d been treating herself to the cum Pete had delivered inside her. There was a little puddle of the stuff between her open legs.

“Ooooh!” Suzy squealed. “A party! Lucky me!” She turned her attention to Pete first, who was looking understandably nervous. “So oo’re you, ‘an’some?”

“I’m Pete,” Pete said, sounding as nervous as he looked. “And who are you?”

“Suzy. But me friends call me Suzy the Floozy.” She stared deliberately at Pete’s half flaccid dick. “Don’t worry, ‘an’some; I’ll get ya ‘ard again in no time.” She half-turned to look at Kim. “An’ oo’s this?”

Before Kim could speak, I said, “Oh that’s just some whore we’ve rented for the evening.”

Yes, this was very definitely Kim in fantasyland, I could tell by the look of delight in her eyes. “My name’s Slutface,” she said.

Suzy cackled a laugh. “Hin-ta-rest-in’,” she said, aiming her next question at me. “She swing boaf ways?”

Kim cleared her throat. “I signed up for two,” she protested. “She wants in, it’ll cost you 150 extra.”

“You’d better make sure we get our money’s worth,” I muttered, moving across the room to retrieve three more fifties from the drawer.

“Oh I know ‘ow to provide satisfaction, never you mind,” Kim replied.

There was a strange tension in the room, no doubt caused by all these people trying to remember who and what they were and weren’t supposed to know. I walked across to Kim with the money. She held out her hand, but I wiped the notes in the pool of cum between her legs, before stuffing them half way into her quim.

“What’re you doin’?” she cried.

I shrugged. “We both know it’s the money that gets your cunt all juiced up,” I told her.

Kim shrugged. “You’ve got a point, I s’pose.” She pulled the notes out and stuffed them down her other stocking leg.

Pete was still looking extremely sheepish, but Suzy had moved across the room, and found an angle where Kim couldn’t see her put her finger up to her lips as she looked at Pete, telling him she intended to keep his “secret”. Meanwhile Kim was looking at me in a way that told me that all of this was very much to her liking. I got the feeling that however insulting I behaved towards her, it would never be enough.

Of course, the same thing applied to Suzy. I went across to her, standing by her side as I groped her arse. “Suzy’s the next best thing to a whore, who’s not actually on the game,” I announced.

“Cheek!” Suzy exclaimed.

“Slutface here,” I said, gesturing in Kim’s direction, “is the best little whore on the agency’s books.”

“An’ she swings boaf ways, duz she?” Suzy asked.

“Whatever you want, darlin’,” Kim said.

“Now that I’ve got my money.”

“No holds barred,” I elucidated.

“Ooooh!” Suzy squealed. “Well wot we all waitin’ for?” She turned, eyeing the drawer whence I’d retrieved the money. Then she turned back. “I reckon the ‘ore’s a bit overdressed,” she said.

“My name’s Slutface,” Kim told her.

“Yeah, whatever. You’re the one oo’s bein’ paid t’fuck.”

It was all Kim could do to refrain from smiling. I kept my eyes on her, my stiff knob bobbing in her direction as I took a few steps towards her. “On your feet, Slutface!” I told her.

Kim slid forward, over what little was left of the pool of cum. I purposely turned her so that she was facing Pete when I pushed up behind her, naked cock this time touching naked buttock as I groped her breasts through the dress. I made sure to squeeze Kim’s boobs hard, enjoying the swell of nipple and the thrill of her breathing. Then I grabbed the fabric, pulling the dress down beneath her bosom.

It still clung to her body, but now I could fondle her through just the lacy brassiere. Pete was back to that state of not being sure what was going on, I thought, so I cupped Kim’s breasts and said, “Come on, Pete, cop a feel.”

Judging by our recent session with Suzy, Pete was a bit of a tit man. Now, though, he remained standing, as if all of this was too much for him. I was reluctant to do it so soon, but felt that the only remedy was to unhook Kim’s bra and let her breasts tumble free. That made Pete have a different look to him, especially when Kim said, “What you waitin’ for? Get over ‘ere and suck on my tits!”

She brought her hands up to cup her breasts, and Pete moved in. Kim gave a contended sigh as her husband attended to her with his mouth. “Give us your cock,” she said, reaching out a hand to grab the organ in question. “Let me get you ‘ard again. I ain’t done with you yet!”

With Pete in front of her and me pushing against her from behind, Kim was pretty much the meat in our sandwich. I could easily imagine how happy she was to find herself in that position. I grabbed my own cock and slid the bulb down her bum crack. “Mmmm!” Kim purred. Pete’s cock had grown back to size, and she wanked it slowly as he sucked on her nipples. “Now Slutface ‘as two ‘ard cocks to play with again,” Kim observed seductively.

I pressed myself against her, sliding my cock between her thighs and up against her labia. No doubt some of the stickiness was due to Pete’s spunk, but not all of it, and I couldn’t care less. I pushed my cock into her folds, not penetrating her, just rubbing my shaft against her. Behind me I could hear Suzy busying herself with something, but I couldn’t see what.

“You sure you don’t wanna stick that thing in me, big boy?” Kim moaned. “My cunt could do with another load.”

“I thought you liked it on your face,” I said.

Kim giggled. “I do,” she said. “But I’m the best there is. I can make you cum as many times as I want.” The thought of that made my cock twitch. “Oooooh! You like the sound of that, don’t you, big boy?” Kim cooed.

I felt a hand on my buttock. Suzy had been unnaturally quiet, but here she was. I doubted Pete had seen her, since his face was buried in Kim’s bosom, and when I turned my head, I thought maybe it was just as well if this came as a surprise.

Suzy had found two items in my drawer that tickled her fancy. The one was a big black strap-on dildo, which she was wearing. The other was a pair of handcuffs which she offered me. There was a wicked gleam in her eye.

I understood and nodded, taking the handcuffs from her. Suzy tapped on the inside of one of my thighs, and again I understood. I planted my feet far enough apart for her to be able to crawl underneath and curl up directly beneath Kim. Her tongue hit my rod where it was nestled among Kim’s folds, sliding right the way along it. Whatever part of Kim’s pussy she came in contact with, it caused a lusty moan to emerge from Kim.

With Pete still sucking hard on Kim’s breasts, and Suzy servicing both myself and Kim with her tongue, I grabbed Kim’s left arm and pulled it back. She started when she felt metal close on her wrist. “’Ere!” she said. “No-one said nuthin’ ‘bout ‘andcuffs.”

“No holds barred, Slutface.” I reminded her. “All that cash you’ve got stuffed down your stockings… I’m fucking paying enough, and I want my money’s worth.”

Kim let out a gasp, either from the way Suzy was treating her, or Pete, or both. “Fair point,” she conceded, allowing me to take her other arm and fix the handcuffs in place. There was a moan, then she said, “So what you gonna do to me now?”

Suzy gave a little giggle of her own, sliding out from under Kim. “What ya say we get the ‘ore on ‘her knees?”

“My name’s Slutface,” Kim corrected.

“But ya ‘is an ‘ore, aintcha?” Suzy chided as Kim nevertheless did as suggested.

The surprise in Pete’s eyes when he finally saw what Suzy had done was priceless. I only wished I could see Kim’s expression properly, but I was behind her. I placed my hands on either side of Kim’s head, holding her in place.

“Open ya maaf, Slutface,” Suzy said. “Suck me cock!”

Oh yes, Pete’s eyes were virtually on stalks as Kim opened her mouth for Suzy to feed her the big dildo. Wrapping his hand round his cock he began wanking as he watched.

“Oh I love sayin’ that!” Suzy decided. “Suck on me cock, ya dirty ‘ore!”

“Mmmmmffffffff!” Kim responded as I moved her head, forcing her down on the dildo, then pulling her back a little way before forcing her back down.

“How do you like doing it to someone rather than sucking yourself?” I asked.

Suzy cackled a laugh. “Ya know me,” she said. “I’m as ‘appy ta take it as I am ta dish it out.” She gave a little push, bringing Kim perilously close to gag-point. “Take me cock, ya fuckin’ ‘ore!”

Not for the first time, Pete surprised me. He stepped forward and grabbed Suzy by the hair. “You’re both fucking sluts,” he decided. “Sluts and fucking whores.” He tugged on Suzy’s hair. “I’ll make sure you take it later. I’ll have you down on your knees…”

“Steady on there, guv,” Suzy retorted good-naturedly. “You’ll ‘ave me all wet and gooey wiv talk like that.” When Pete reached round to grab hold of her breasts and twist her nipples, it spurred her to thrust the strap-on harder in Kim’s mouth. I just held the head, watching enthralled. “Come ta that,” Suzy said, “I’ll suck boaf yer fuckin’ cocks at once. How d’ya like the sound o’ that?”

Pete didn’t say, but gave Suzy’s nipples an extra twist. “Urrrggghhh!” Suzy exclaimed, and thrust the dildo so hard into Kim’s mouth that she did gag on it. Suzy relented, pulling back as Kim dribbled saliva down her chin.

“Yer not much of an ‘ore if ya can’t take it down yer ‘froat, are ya?” Suzy chided. “What can ya do?”

Kim gasped and swallowed before saying, “I can do plenty! I’m the best whore the agency’s got.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Suzy said. “Slutface, was it? ‘Fink ya can get two cocks at once in that slutty little face of yours?” When Kim didn’t answer that, Suzy pulled away from Pete’s hands and said to me, “Move over!”

I let her take my place behind Kim, enjoying the sight of Kim’s depraved eyes as Suzy ordered, “Open ya maaf, Slutface!”

Kim did as she was told. I watched with delight as Suzy stuck her fingers in Kim’s mouth, stretching it into an unnatural shape. “Right, Slutface, let’s see if ya can get two cocks in that suck’ole of yours!”

Pete was looking dumfounded, and slightly trepidatious. Maybe he was still uncertain about the whole business of treating his wife like a whore, but my money was on him still being nervous about male-on-male contact. “After you, mate,” I said.

“Don’t be shy!” Suzy encouraged gleefully, pulling on the sides of Kim’s mouth. “She ain’t much of an ‘ore if she can’t take a good face-fuckin’.”

There was a momentary pause, but Kim was staring greedily at Pete’s stiff cock. “Ummmnnnnnnnniiiiiiooooongggeee!” she said.

Pete couldn’t fail to see the ribald lust on Kim’s face. He gripped his erection and stepped forward, inserting his cock in the orifice Suzy was holding open for him.

“Go on!” Suzy urged. “Fuck ‘er face! Skullfuck ‘er. Dirty ‘ore!”

Judging by the look on Kim’s face, she was relishing this. I was pretty sure she would have started rubbing her clit if she hadn’t been handcuffed. I let Pete work away any reservations he might have in Kim’s mouth before urging, “Make room there, mate.”

I was half expecting Pete to pull out, but he was definitely getting into this, holding his cock steady in Kim’s mouth as I moved in. Maybe he did shudder a little, as my cock went up against his, but nothing more. It was a tight fit, but with Suzy urging, “Fuckin’ get that dick in ‘er slutmaaf!” I exerted the necessary pressure.

Kim groaned, but she gave no signs of being in any immediate danger. I locked eyes with her. “You really are a depraved little whore, aren’t you? Still, that’s what we’re paying you for.” Once again, mention of the monetary exchange made Kim go a deeper shade of venery. I tried thrusting my cock, but it hardly moved at all.

Kim groaned again. Pete tried to push his cock further in, but with as little success as I’d had. “Suck those fuckin’ cocks!” Suzy cried. There was no way movement was an option, but to my delight Kim managed to wriggle her tongue against us as she stood there wide-eyed with her mouth stretched out in a way that was bound to be a first for her. Eventually I felt obliged to pull out and wipe my slimy bulb across Kim’s cheek.

Suzy released her grip on Kim’s mouth too, leaving the woman to gasp and cough, but then there was a lengthy moan. Suzy had reached between Kim’s legs to feel her. “’Ore’s got a fuckin’ swimmin’ pool b’tween her legs,” she announced. Encouraged, Pete waved his cock in Kim’s face, and she opened her mouth for him without a second thought.

“Think she’s ready for another dick up her?” I asked.

Suzy gave a wicked grin, walking round in front of me on her knees. “Why don’t you and me show the ‘ore ‘ow it’s done?” she said.

I understood what she meant. Suzy grabbed my cock before I had time to do anything myself, and popped it in her mouth. I grabbed her head and began thrusting; hard deep thrusts, fucking her face in no uncertain terms. For whatever reason, Suzy had no gag reflex. I knew from experience that it could never be hard enough for her. “Take my cock all the way down your throat, you fuckin’ slut,” I told her. “Love a good throating, don’t you?”

Suzy moaned and groaned, saliva sloshing round my cock. The action spurred Pete to go harder on Kim too, at least until a loud noise suggested he’d gone too far, causing her to cough and splutter. I pulled out of Suzy, knowing what to expect. “Call yerself a fuckin’ ore,” she chided. “And ya can’t even take a punter down ya froat!”

There was a huge dollop of slime on Kim’s chin. I stared at her, waiting until her eyes met mine. For all of the treatment she was enduring, I’d never seen her look quite so alive, which was really saying something. I got the feeling nothing would ever be quite enough for her again. She gave a cough, before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes moved from one to the other of us, as if asking for direction.

“Looks to me like the whore wants her pussy stuffed,” I said. “We’d better oblige, or she’ll probably go out looking for cock elsewhere.”

The way Kim looked at me was breathtaking. “You’ve paid for an ‘ole evening,” she said. “Your wish is my desire.”

As she spoke, Suzy moved to the three-seater, positioning herself in the middle and pointing the strap-on at the ceiling. “Why doncha bring the ’ore over ‘ere,” she said. “She may ‘ave trouble openin’ ‘er maaf up, but I bet she can get ‘er cunt wrapped round a biggun, no trouble.”

“What do you say, Slutface?” I said. “Is your cunt ready for another seeing to?”

Kim smiled at me, the expression on her face so wanton, it defied all known laws of congress. “My cunt’s always ready,” she said.

Pete’s eyes were once again popping out of his head. “Here,” I said, grabbing hold of Kim. “Give us a hand.”

We more or less dragged the handcuffed Kim across to the sofa, helping her up onto it with a bit of difficulty. She straddled Suzy, but before there was time for anything else, I reached between her legs and dug two fingers into her quim. “Oh yes,” I announced. “The whore’s as ready as she’ll ever be.”

“Sounds good t’me,” Suzy said. Then to Kim, “Go on, then, sit on me cock, ‘ore!” She giggled. “I love sayin’ that.”

Kim let out a huge moan as she lowered herself onto Suzy. She worked herself up and down, then leaned forward when Suzy grabbed her buttocks and helped out, shoving Kim down onto the dildo. “’Ow ya like it wiv me cock stuck up yer soppin’ cunt?” Suzy demanded.

“It feels good,” Kim gasped. “It feels so fuckin’ good.”

Pete and I could easily see how the dildo was stretching Kim out. There was licentious moaning and grinding and fingers digging into bum flesh. I didn’t know about Pete, but I didn’t want to touch my cock, however much it strained. You never knew where that might end.

Suzy looked at me and winked. She squeezed Kim’s buttocks hard and pulled, opening up her other hole to our gaze. “’Ore’s got more than one ‘ole,” she observed. “Bet the slag won’t object if you gents want ta get stuck in. Will ya, Slutface?”

“Uuuuuurggggghhhhh!” Kim responded, seemingly incapable to do anything but moan and gasp.

“It’s a yes then,” Suzy said.

“Well we’re paying enough for the whore,” I said. “Might as well get our money’s worth.” I glanced at Pete, who was staring at Kim’s arse the way he’d stared at Suzy’s that night.

I left Kim to moan and groan as Suzy thrust her down on the strap-on. Tonight I felt that proper lubrication was in order, and went to fetch some from my little drawer of tricks. To my surprise, when I returned, Pete was already drooling saliva onto Kim’s rosebud. I added a huge dollop of lube, enjoying how Kim went up an octave at the feel.

“Eager for cock up your arse, are you, whore?” I said.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Kim gasped. Suzy squeezed her buttocks so hard it made her yelp, then forced Kim to remain still, with the dildo filling her right up. “You’ve paid for it,” Kim gasped. “And I won’t complain. I do adore being stuffed full!”

This was apparently all Pete needed to hear. He got into position, and in no time his cock had disappeared up Kim’s back passage.

“Fuck that ‘ore’s arse!” Suzy cried. “Dick ‘er bum’ole! She’s really goin’ for this, fuckin’ slag! ‘Avin’ ‘er ‘oles stretched out!”

“Oooooooowwwwweeeeeeee!” Kim cried, but there was no sense that she was doing anything other than loving it. Suzy resumed working her on the dildo again while Pete shoved his dick back and forth in his wife’s back passage with an urgency I wouldn’t necessarily have credited him with. He was finally getting into it, giving his wife what she wanted.

“Fucking love it all rough, don’t you, whore?” I said, to accentuate the lesson.

“Mmmmmm-aaaaaaaah!” Kim exclaimed as she was brutally used.

“Answer properly!” I barked.

“Aaaaaah-oooohhh-awawawawaw!” Kim moaned.

I got up onto the sofa and twisted Kim’s head round. She was moaning and gasping, and when she looked up at me, it was with eyes so full of filthy lust, I just knew it was time to give her what she really wanted. “Well if you’re not going to answer,” I said, “I’m at least going to make sure you earn your pay!”

“Aaaaah!” Kim moaned, then breathed heavily as if she was hyperventilating. “Aaaah! Aaaaah! Aaaaaah!”

Her mouth was wide open. She was begging me to. I grabbed her head and shoved my cock into her mouth. “Three cocks,” I snarled. “Ain’t that a delight for a dirty whore?”

Remembering that Kim wasn’t quite a consummate deep-throater yet, I made sure not to go too deep. I wanted to keep her holes filled, because that was what she wanted, wasn’t it? All those triple penetration videos she’d watched. Her eyes were like watery pools of sexual ferment. The noise at the back of her throat was halfway between agony and ecstasy, but there was no doubt it was what she really wanted.

I looked at Pete, whose face was a picture of determined concentration as his cock shifted in Kim’s anus. Below me Suzy was looking deliciously depraved, her hands still on Kim’s buttocks as full jugs swung just above her face. I pushed Kim down on my cock with one hand and slapped a breast with the other.

Kim’s only response was to keep on moaning. Her body was giving off incredible sounds of moist lechery, as if she was dissolving into some kind of gelatinous heap of sexual abandon. When I locked eyes with her again, I almost fancied I saw gratitude there; as if she was thanking me for helping her fulfil her ultimate sexual fantasy, and get her husband on board into the bargain. “Stretch her little fuck holes,” I breathed. “Give it to the whore until she can’t take anymore. Make sure we get our money’s worth!”

There was such demented desire on Kim’s face that I could scarcely believe it. I thrust my cock just far enough in to make her drool, but not gag, watching the slime trickle down her chin. “Aaaaaaaah! Aaaahhhoooohhh! Aaaahhh!” she moaned. I thrust into her again, watching her eyes roll inwards, as if preparing for the big O.

“Stretch her cunt! Pound her arse!” I urged as Kim slobbered all over me. “The dirty whore’s about to cum! Give it to her hard!”

I pulled my cock out of Kim’s mouth just in time for her climax, and just in time to not release my load. There was an ear-piercing scream – the kind that might get a man evicted for scaring the neighbours. It was like she was having a seizure rather than experiencing orgasm. And it never seemed to stop either, the screaming and spasming. I tried to catch her eye, but she was completely out of it, held captive by her own eruption.

Then Pete was pulling out of her arse, slapping his cock on her buttock. He and I bundled Kim over, leaving her body to heave up against the arm of the settee.

“Oooooh,” Kim wheezed, “Ooooooh!”

“Don’t think for a moment we’re done with you yet, whore,” I said. Kim’s eyes were closed, but behind the lids I could sense the depravity. Finally getting her way, there was no way Kim wanted to stop now. I understood that as I looked down on her ripe breasts and shiny labia.

Pete surprised me by reaching out and touching Kim’s twat. “Wait!” she breathed. “Give me a minute.”

“Welll then I’ll have the other little slut,” Pete sneered. Finally he was getting into it.

Suzy just grinned at him. “Whatcha want, ‘an’some?” she said. “Ya know Suze is up fer anyfin’.”

“What about Cocksuckin’ Suze?” Pete had lost the plot, calling Suzy by the name he wouldn’t have known she was called if he hadn’t met her before. If Kim hadn’t been in on it to start with, he’d have had hell to pay. As it was, it didn’t matter.

“Yer so predictable, you blokes,” Suzy said. But she was perfectly willing to get down on her knees, give Pete’s knob a few quick wanks and start sucking.

“Leave some for me,” Kim breathed.

Suzy slid her lips back over. “’E cums on me face, ‘e cums on me face,” she said. “You want in, Slutface, ya’d best be quick about it.”

There was a deliriously happy look on Kim’s face as Suzy resumed her blow-job, making sure to make it nice and sloppy. Kim was getting off at seeing her husband have his cock serviced by another woman. She confirmed my intuition by shortly labouring her body into a new position. “Get these cuffs off me!” she said, looking up at me.

“Are you sure you deserve it, whore?” I asked.

“Please…” Kim whined.

I took pity on her, watching as she rubbed her wrists, before spreading her legs and stimulating herself as she watched Suzy going deep on Pete’s cock, moaning lustily all the while. Then she turned, getting up on her knees and bending over the back of the couch. One hand reached back between her legs and she began fiddling with her clit. “Oo wants to fuck my arse some more?” she asked.

Pete turned to look. “Go on, mate,” I said. “Stick your cock up her bum!”

You should have seen the gleam in Pete’s eye. As he moved from Suzy to Kim, Suzy took the opportunity to unfasten the strap-on. “It’s abaat time Suzy’s cunt saw some cock action,” she decided, getting on her back on the table.

I got on top of her, delighting in how slippery she was as I penetrated her. “Oh yeah! Fuckin’ dick me!” she cried, turning her head to watch Pete and Kim on the sofa. As I thrust my cock inside her, I too watched Pete ravage his wife’s anus again.

Kim was finally getting what she wanted, and it showed. She had two fingers inside her pussy now as Pete pounded her arse. “Just like that!” Kim gasped. “Fuck my arse just like that! I’m a dirty ‘ore! Fuck me like a dirty ‘ore!” As she always did, Kim was getting what she wanted, with her husband finally giving it to her rough. As long as he kept it up, everything would be fine.

Meanwhile, Suzy was moaning loudly beneath me. Unwilling to be outdone, she began crying out. “Oh yeah! Fuck me fuckin’ slut pussy! Dick me ‘ard! Fuckin’ give it to me! Fuckin’ punish me slut pussy!” She too began stimulating herself.

“Get in there, Pete!” I encouraged my best friend. “Make sure she fucking knows she’s got your cock up her arse. Make her earn that cash she’s got stuffed down her stockings!” This was more for Kim’s benefit than for Pete’s, but by now I doubted it made much difference. “No holds barred, remember?”

Beneath me, Suzy was gasping loudly. She never had any trouble getting worked up, but this was quick even by her standards. “Oh fuck, I’m so horny. I’m… I’m…” There was a huge, strained groan as her body heaved and grew rigid. A few quick judders later and she was winking post-orgasmically at me.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Kim cried.

I held still in Suzy’s tight pussy, watching Kim frig herself as her husband’s hard cock ravaged her back passage. “You really are a great little whore, Slutface,” I decided. “I know someone else who could use a whore like you. Maybe I’ll phone up and recommend you, so you can get some more cock tonight.”

“Oh yes!” Kim cried, as if the idea really appealed to her. “Oh yeah! Oooooooooooooooh!”

She was cumming again. “Hold your load!” I urged Pete, sensing that he was on the verge. He turned to look at me with question-marks in his eyes, but pulled out of Kim’s arse, allowing her to collapse onto the sofa for the second time that evening.

She lay there, body heaving as I moved across, quickly followed by Suzy. I dragged Kim’s head into position on the edge of the sofa as Suzy grabbed my cock, understanding perfectly what I was after. “It’s time Slutface lived up to her name,” I snarled.

As with everything, Suzy had her art down pat. She wanked my cock, twisting her hand in a way that quickly brought me to the boil. “Fuckin’ give it ta the ‘ore!” she breathed. “Let ‘er take it all over ‘er fuckin’ face! A big fuckin’ load right where the dirty slapper wants it!” The look in Kim’s eyes told me that she absolutely did.

I bellowed out loud as lashings of spunk shot out over Kim’s face. I fancied I’d never cum so much in my life, though I probably had. It was all over the place. Kim wiped away a blob from the corner of her eye to look up as Suzy said, “Over ‘ere, ‘an’some! Your turn next!”

Pete took up his position, allowing Suzy to grab hold of him and treat him as she’d treated me. Now Kim was back in the swing of things. “Cum on my face!” she urged. “You can see I’m a dirty cumslut! It’s why I’m called Slutface, after all.”

“Yer fink?” Suzy said. “Well take it! Take ‘is spunk, ya cum-lovin’ fuckin’ ‘ore!”

I moved across the room, to the drawer with the toys and the money. I could hear Pete grunt and Kim cry out, “Oh yes! Cum on my face! Cum on me!” and Suzy demand, “Spunk on ‘er! Fuckin’ plaster ‘er face wiv cum. Dirty ‘ore can’t get enough!”

I returned to see Kim’s face coated with semen. I waved a crisp 50 pound note before her eyes, before using it to wipe off some of the sperm. Kim just lay there gasping as I then stuffed the note halfway into her mouth.

She shot me a look that couldn’t fail to conceal her amusement, removing the note with one hand. “What’s this?” she said.

“It’s your tip,” I said. “I think we got more than our money’s worth, Slutface.”

“We aim to please,” Kim said, stuffing the soiled note down her stockings.

The next day she returned the 500 pounds, the notes slightly the worse for wear, but still perfectly legal. We’d met up for lunch. Kim, I sensed, was still on a high, and found it hard not to laugh out loud when I paid with one of the sperm-encrusted notes.

To cut a long story short, her strategy inevitably worked. She and Pete stayed together, and the sex became much more to her liking – occasionally including myself. But it became so in ways that I doubt even she could have anticipated. Maybe I’ll tell you about it one of these days.