I was a good Catholic girl and didn’t allow sex before the wedding, despite having many boyfriends. That’s why I was shocked when my husband showed me a contact magazine, and he showed me that a man was offering to buy panties used by any married woman in London, where we live.

We were still out of money, and the Hubby, Jonathon, said that damage could be done to sell my panties, so he persuaded me to let him respond and arrange a meeting, in a local Saloon bar. We met the man, and he seemed very beautiful, and he paid me compliments on my appearance, and we drank a little, and I became quite excited by the idea of this man who owns my panties, to deal with, however he wanted, however bad. In the end, as we had more drinks, I grew up bolder, and when he invited us to his house, I promptly agreed to go with the plan.

When we came to his place, which was nice and warm, he asked me to go wait in his bedroom while he had a word with my hubby. When he entered the bedroom, closing the door with Hubby still in the living room, he said it was all arranged, and now he would pay me to lift my skirt, so that he could remove my panties. Well, now I’ve been a little sad, a little confused, and very excited, like no man had ever seen me without panties before, except Hubby!

So, he gave me the agreed money, putting it on the bedside table where I could see it, and he said, “Giusto Lily, raise your skirt, so I can see what I paid for.” So, with my heart all a flute, I slowly lifted my skirt, over my stockings, up to my life, so I can see my pretty spicy panties. “Beautiful,” he said, “What fantastic legs and creamy white thighs and beautiful underwear.”

My heart beat, and I tried to stand still, even when he began to run his hand on my legs, over my tops, and then he began to gently feel my pussy lips through my panties. Then he hooked his thumbs in the elastic upper part of my panties and quickly pulled them down, and his eyes shone as he looked at my naked pussy. “You’re all wet and waiting,” he said. “Lay on the bed and your legs, so I can take your panties off your shoes and close your eyes. "

So, I did as I was told, but then he realized that he was now on his knees between my legs on the bed, and he told me to slowly open my eyes. She was touching my wet pussy lips with one hand, and rubbing her big naked dick with the other, and I almost orgasmic there and then.

“Look now, dear,” he said: “Your husband said I can fuck you if I give you twice as much money as we agreed, so now you’ll be my bitch; You understand! “Yes, sir,” I could barely answer, wanting to hear his huge dick inside me. With this, he put extra money on the bedside table, urgently ripped my open shirt, pushed my bra, and then lowered on me, pushing his naked cock hard on me.

He started pinching my nipples while he vigorously pushed me in and out of me, then he started whispering in my ear “You’re a whore, you’re not a fucking whore. Tell me to fuck you, bitch, answer me now. I liked it; I had never been so excited in my life, so he replied: “Yes, sir, I’m your bitch, your bitch, fuck me, Lord, fuck me, please.”

She fucked me more and more, pinching my harder nipples, and as I orgasmed once again, I felt she was pouring into me! When he stopped, he pampered me for a while, and then he said “Fantastic, I want to see you every week from now on; you’re the best prostitute I’ve ever had.” As I dressed slowly, I thought: “Yes, I imagine I’m a prostitute now, having had a man fucking me for money; yet I loved her. I’ll definitely come back next week for more, and every week I want. Fancy being ‘paid’ to have the best time of my life, the best fucking EVER!

On the way home in the car I told Hubby exactly what had happened, but he knew how he was listening to the lock hole, and he also had a great view of us on the bed. He was as excited as I was. It’s a sling, I’ve decided! As I walked into our house, I felt the whole guy was running on my legs, because I didn’t have panties, and I couldn’t wait to get into the bedroom and show him the other guy’s scum running away from my used pussy. Hubby became very excited and had his little hard dick out wanting hard, and went to get into my used pussy, but I stopped him and said “I’m a paid whore now, so you too will have to pay if you ever want my favors, dear. "

Hubby quickly emptied my wallet, giving me all his money and started screwing me and was shocked but happy to hear me say “I’m a whore, a fucker, fuck me, but PAY me, every time.” So he started a new phase of my life, earn money as a prostitute, and soon make hubby wear a condom when he fucked me, and eventually deny access to my body to all, but telling him how I loved cocks much bigger than his little one from now on.