Honey opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the swollen tip of his cock, momentarily fighting the urge to gag at the salty taste of his manhood, at the drops of precum that had formed there waiting for her, and at the idea that she was tasting a strange man's hard cock.

His hand was firm and insistent, pushing her harder onto his enormous cock and soon he was deep in her mouth, groaning with relief. His girth filled her mouth and his length made her gag as she felt him at the back of her throat.

"Oh come now, Mrs. Davidson! Are you telling me that a hot, sexy woman like yourself has never learned how to deepthroat a cock? I could understand it if you were one of those young, twenty-year-old fucksluts, barely old enough to know what a cock is, but you are not. You are a woman, a desirable, passionate woman. And you can't deepthroat?"

"I never had to. My husband isn't as big as you are!" she said when he let her up for a breath of air.

"That IS a shame, my dear. To never have been challenged... to not know the joy of being stuffed so full you think you will split wide open... to be fucked so hard and so deep it almost hurts. You have never been properly satisfied, Mrs. Davidson and for a woman such as yourself, that is almost a crime in itself."

She knelt there with her head hung down. She knew he was right–some of her girlfriends had told tales of their boyfriend's and husband's sexual prowess and how good their cocks felt inside them. She had been envious of some of these stories and wished her husband was more well-endowed.

On top of that, their sex life had not been what it once was. She could put the blame for that on their financial worries but it didn't make much difference why they didn't have sex only that they didn't.

He pulled her forward onto his cock again. "No matter, you will be challenged now."

"Yes, my little slut," he groaned as she bobbed back and forth on his cock. "I can see you are not without skills. That is good. I was beginning to think you'd gone so long without real sex, you might have forgotten everything!"

"Mmumph!" was all she could reply, her mouth was so stuffed with hard, thick cock. 

Honey licked and sucked his cock with genuine effort, hoping that she could get him to cum by sucking him off and he would be too depleted to fuck her as he said he was. She was a good cocksucker––at least that was what the few guys she had been with had said, including Charles.

Charles... she thought, What would he think if he saw her here, kneeling in front of this man, sucking his cock like one of his whores from the club? Then it occurred to her–she IS one of his whores from the club now!

Nicholas made her suck his cock for a few more moments before pulling her off his cock by the hair and pushing her face directly into his balls. They were huge, and he rubbed them all over her eyes and nose before pressing them against her lips. She lapped at them, unsure if she would be able to fit them in her mouth, and he shoved her head further against him.

"Lick me," he said, and when she kept working her tongue on his cum-filled ball sack he said, "No," before moving his body further over her face until her mouth was directly on his hairy asshole.

She had never felt so filthy, so utterly used, as she did at this moment... but she loved it! For some strange, unknown reason, the degradation and humiliation of being made to lick this man's asshole was turning her on like nothing she had ever felt before!

Everything in her mind told her she should be despising this act and him for making her do it. But actually, just the opposite was happening. Honey was consumed with lust and sexual excitement. She moaned into his ass as she licked him and tongued his asshole eagerly. 

Honey ate his asshole feverishly as Nicolas ground himself all over her face. As she licked and lapped at his shithole, he added to her debasement (and her sexual arousal) by using obscene, humiliating, and degrading language and names.

"Yes, that's it, lick my asshole you dirty little slut! You like the taste of my ass, don't you? I wonder if your husband knows just what a dirty little whore his wife is? Do you lick his ass too? I doubt it.

"You are much too prim and proper for such behavior aren't you, Mrs. Davidson? Licking assholes is for sluts and whores to do, isn't it? But yet, here you are, your face buried in my asscrack, your tongue licking and lapping at my ass like you are starving. What a dirty, filthy whore you are!"

Honey moaned as his words thrilled her and excited her even more. She could feel her pussy leaking and her nipples ached to be sucked and toyed with. She was on fire and her mind was fogged with her insatiable lust.

Nicholas made her lick his ass for a few minutes more before tiring of that game. He stepped away from her and pulled her to her feet. She was a mess, and the look on his face indicated how much that pleased him.

He moved around and up close behind her, his arms wrapping around her and his hands finding her full soft tits. His large, rough hands grasped hungrily at her tits, rolling her hard, pink nipples between his fingers.

While his fingers played with her nipples, he pressed himself against her ass allowing her to feel him nestled in her asscrack.

"Ohhh Nicholas.... oh I need you... inside me!" she moaned without even thinking.

Lust and arousal had taken control of her senses and she only had one thought–she had to quench the raging fire in her loins! She knew she should be disgusted and appalled at what he making her do, but she was too far gone to care about her morals or self-respect.

His left hand moved down her trembling belly and found her pussy hot and dripping. She heard his low soft chuckle and shuddered at the sound.

Nicholas toyed with her wet, increasingly needy cunt a little while longer, churning inside her and then rubbing his juice-covered fingers over her sensitive, hardened clit before placing both hands firmly on her shoulders.

"Get up on the bed and lay down," he said as he gently but firmly pushed her towards the bed

Automatically, she moved to do as he ordered, climbing up on the bed and laying on her back, waiting for him. He climbed up after her and kneeling at her feet he spread her legs wide and paused for a moment, his eyes traveled hungrily over her smooth slender curvaceous body.

Honey never felt so exposed as she lay there, legs splayed open wide, her pink pussy wet and throbbing, dripping while it waited eagerly for him to fill it.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he announced abruptly as he moved over top of her. Honey let out a moan, almost a whine, without being able to help it. As much as she was reluctant to admit it, she needed him too. She needed this man's cock deep inside her. 

Once he was hovering over top of her, supported by his arms and knees between her widespread legs, he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue snaking into her open mouth and playing with hers as he devoured her.

Then he broke the kiss, just at the peak, leaving her gasping and whimpering for more.

"Are you ready for my cock in that wet slutty whore pussy?"

He was looking her straight in the eyes, his gaze transfixing her and melting away any last efforts she may have had to resist him. She felt the tip of his cock brushing lightly against her pussy lips.

"Yesss..." she moaned softly, barely above a whisper, as if she was afraid to admit it aloud. But he had heard it and that was enough.

His hard thick cock slid past her lips and began pushing past her vaginal ring. At first, she liked the feeling of his cock beginning to enter her. It had been several weeks since she and Charles had been together like this and she had missed this feeling.

But she quickly found that Nicholas Sarantos was considerably bigger than anything she had been used to! As he pushed further into her she could feel her pussy being stretched wider than she had ever experienced before!

"Oh, God, Nicholas! Oh, your cock is stretching me so wide! God, it feels incredible!"

Not only was Nicholas' cock considerably longer than her Charles, but it was also a good bit larger in girth. She was stretched almost painfully wide as he kept pushing deeper and deeper into her. 

"Oh, Nicholas! Oh, I don't think I can... take all of you! Oh, I'm so stretched!" she groaned.

Nicholas paid no attention to her, however, and kept introducing more of his enormous cock into her. Honey reached up and held on around his neck, then move to grip his shoulders and when that didn't work either, she reached out and grabbed a fistful of the bedsheets in an effort to distract herself from the intense pleasure coming from her straining cunt.

Nicholas kept slowly pushing deeper into her hole so deep she felt like he was fucking her very soul. She felt like he would never stop burrowing into her. For Honey, it seemed like it took forever for him to fit the huge cock in her. But actually, it only took a few moments, even though Nicholas took his time to let her feel every inch of him.

When he finally did bump up against her cervix, he paused for a moment to let her adapt to his size. He was still about an inch from being completely buried in her pussy, but he knew if he pushed any further, he might hurt her. He let Honey catch her breath and when he felt her loosen up a bit, he started to pump himself in and out of her stretched pussy. 

Honey was used to making love in the dim light of her and Charles's bedroom. She had insisted when they first started having sex that he turn the lights down. She was shy back then and felt more comfortable with the lights down low. And the habit had continued to this day. 

But now she was with Nicholas and he hadn't turned the lights down at all. Honey hadn't even thought to ask not that it would have mattered anyway. She was forced to watch as his gigantic cock thrust confidently in and out of her tight hole.

Her pussy felt like it was on fire, yet it also felt incredibly good feeling the thick, hard shaft moving around inside her. She didn't know whether to scream in anguish or scream in rapturous delight!

Nicholas made the decision for her when out of seemingly nowhere he produced a small silver bullet vibe and turned it on placing the buzzing device directly on her engorged clit.

"Ohh, fuucckk!" Honey screamed as the buzzing rocketed to her overloaded brain.

He looked into her face. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates, her mouth had formed a permanent "O" shape, and beads of sweat were forming and running off the sides of her forehead as she fought the effects of the evil device.

The more Honey moaned, squirming and writhing helplessly under him, the deeper he pressed into her and the more assertively he fucked her. She was trapped by his legs between hers and pinned to the bed under his weight, totally helpless and at his mercy.

A sheen of sweat covered her body and she shone in the light of the room. She moaned and panted from the effort of trying to restrain what was becoming more and more futile. She was losing this battle and she knew it!

"Are you going to cum for me, my pretty little slut?" he asked, moving one hand up to grip her by the throat.

She could feel his heavy cum-filled balls slapping against her asshole, and his hand squeezed. She gasped. She was nothing but a fucktoy now, a pretty object he was using for his pleasure.

"Please, oh please, Sir!" she whimpered her need.

Her voice was soft–it was all she could do since she couldn't breathe very well with his hand around her throat. Her head was reeling from all that was happening to her. The harder he choked her, the more she felt her orgasm building.

He wasn't cutting off her air completely, but he was making her feel lightheaded and it accentuated her already befuddled mind. When she and Charles had sex, the rare times they did these days, she oftentimes didn't cum. But she felt certain she was about to cum all over this man's cock.

"I'm going to blast my cum into your little whore pussy," he said, looking her directly in the eye. "I'm going to fill your pussy with my cum until it's spilling out of you!" 

That was all it took for her to explode around him. With a scream of absolute ecstasy, her dam burst and she poured out her release in a torrent. She spewed her juices out like a garden hose.

Honey had never "squirted" like that before–even in the best sex she'd ever had with Charles. But she was a regular firehose now, soaking the bedsheets with her cum. 

Nicholas, knowing this would be a tremendous orgasm for her, had pulled out just as she came to watch her as she exploded. She trembled and bucked, as much as it was possible for her to, trapped beneath him like she was, and as quickly as she had finished her initial throes, she felt his cock stabbing back into her and resuming its assault.

But he was ready to cum as well and so in response to her clasping, gripping inner walls, he emptied himself into her with a long groan.

When he had depleted himself in her and filled her as he promised to, he looked into her dazed and bewildered eyes with a satisfied grin and rolled off her.

He stayed with her and cuddled for a moment afterward, but once they'd both cum, the interaction became curiously utilitarian and polite. He directed her towards the bathroom to clean herself up, and once she'd emerged dressed and groomed, he handed her a plain, white envelope on top of it. It felt thick.

He walked her to the door, her legs still trembling a little. Then he kissed her, smiling knowingly. "There's some money in that envelope for you to buy some appropriate clothes for the club. Be here tomorrow at 1:00 pm as I said earlier and be ready to start learning the ropes. You probably won't dance tomorrow, but you will learn how things work here." 

As the door shut behind her, she somehow sensed this was the start of a whole new life for her.

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The next day, just as Mr. Sarantos had instructed her, Honey showed up at The Pussy Cat Club. She went inside and was escorted by one of the bouncers upstairs to Mr. Sarantos's office again.

When she went in, she saw Mr. Sarantos staring out the small window that overlooked the main floor of the club. From here he could see pretty much everything that happened on the floor, except for the private VIP rooms.

"Ah Mrs. Davidson! Promptly at 1:00, very good!" he said, turning around when he heard the door open.

"Yes Sir, I am here as you said," she said quietly.

"Ready to go to work then?" he asked

"W-what will I have to do?" she said shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "I-I've never been in a place like this. How does it all work?" she asked.

Mr. Sarantos began to explain what went on in his establishment–what the customers were allowed to do and what the girls were expected to do. He went over the house rules (the few there were) and how her work shift would work. He explained the workings of the stage and the main bar. 

Then he got to talking about the VIP rooms and what went on there. That was when Honey realized that this job entailed a good bit more than just smiling and shaking her ass for tips!

"Oh my God, Nicholas! I-I can't do that! I'm MARRIED!" she gasped.

"Well if you don't my dear..." he said pointing his thumb over his shoulder at Sonny standing there by the door, his tree-trunk arms crossed over his barrel chest and a permanent scowl on his face.

Honey swallowed hard. She knew she had no choice. She had to go through with this as distasteful and repulsive as it may be. They had gotten into this mess and while Charles was doing his very best to get them out, it wasn't enough. She would have to help and this was the only way she could think of to do it.

"Don't worry you will get used to it. Come on, I'll take you back to the dressing room and introduce you to some of the girls," he said.
The two of them walked downstairs and through a narrow hallway to the dressing room behind the main room. There she was introduced to a couple of the regular girls and one girl, Candy, told her how she did things. 

"If you play your cards right and treat the customers the way they like, you can actually make pretty good money here. Don't worry, we've all been in your shoes and all of us girls help each out the newbies, she said, trying to calm Honey's nerves.

"Thank you," Honey said with a small smile.

"When does Mr. Sarantos want you to start work?" Candy asked.

"I think he wants me to start working as soon as possible. You see, we owe him a considerable amount of money, and... well things haven't panned out like we had hoped," Honey said, looking down at her feet.

Candy put her hand on Honey's shoulder. "It's all right, Sweetie. Most of us are here because 'things didn't pan out like we had hoped'. It's a pretty common theme amongst dancers like us–not many girls say they want to be strippers when they grow up!" she said gently.

"Yeah, this certainly isn't what I was expecting to end up doing! I just hope my husband doesn't find out!

"Well, I thought the same thing when I began. I wasn't married, but I was serious about my boyfriend. When he proposed, I had to come clean–I didn't want to start our marriage off with a lie.

"It was a surprise to him, I'll be honest with you, and I thought I had made a terrible mistake at first. But we talked it out and he made peace with the fact I take off my clothes in front of other men for money.

"Our marriage went ahead after that and we have been fine ever since. He kind of likes his hotwife and he is proud when he is the one who gets to take the hot chick home with him!" Candy said.

Candy's words gave her a sense of hope that if Charles ever found it they, too, could work it out. But she still didn't want to test the idea!

That Friday was when Mr. Sarantos told her it would be her first night working at the Pussy Cat. Mr. Sarantos didn't want to wait around to collect his money–he wanted to put her to work as soon as he could.

He would start her off on the noon to 6:00 pm shift so she could see some action, but it was still fairly calm. The people getting off work wouldn't be there just yet, and the crowds would be smaller and less rowdy.

The club lay at the crossroads of two major freeways and outside of the city limits so that, coupled with his "protection" from the police, allowed him to stay open 24 hours a day. He ran four shifts of girls, each working six hours per shift unless they wanted to double up and work two shifts back to back which happened occasionally but was purely up to them.

Honey pulled into the back parking lot where the girls and other employees parked and went in the back door. The short hallway led directly to the girls' dressing room and Honey went straight to the locker she had been given and started to change her clothes. 

Candy had let her borrow a couple of outfits just to get her started and now she was looking at them and was struck by how incredibly tiny the scrap of cloth seemed. Because she was just starting out, Candy thought the "virgin bride" schtick would be a good one for her. So she let her use the outfit she had for that routine.

The costume consisted of a white halter-top teddy with open sides to the bra straps The lace-covered cups were removable with velcro and the whole thing unclipped in the front. It had a minuscule g-string panty and white fishnet stockings, fingerless long white gloves, and a short bridal veil partially covering her face with a shoulder-length train in the back.

Honey was glad she had kept herself in good shape and it felt kind of nice that she at thirty-five, could still fit in clothes bought for a twenty-five-year-old stripper! The bust was a little tight, Honey was 36DD while Candy was apparently a 34D, but other than that it fit well enough... after all, she probably wouldn't be in it too long anyway!