AUTHOR = Nelson
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Just when you think everything is going swimmingly, the fates have a way of coming in and kicking you right in the nuts.
That's the way it was that Thursday evening when I got home from work to find Denise waiting for me, all dressed up in her sexiest outfit, with what she described as "a special dinner for her darling".
I frantically ran through the list of anniversaries in my mind. Our wedding anniversary? Not for another three months (it would be our second). When we met? Again no. Got engaged? No. What the hell could it be? Whatever, I had forgotten.
After a fabulous dinner, feeling really bloated, I sat in an armchair in the living room and Denise sat at my feet.
"I've done something terrible," she said. "You'll never forgive me."
She unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock and began slowly licking up and down the length of it, a length that grew bigger with each passage of her tongue from root to tip. 'Keep doing that girl, and I'll forgive you anything,' I thought.
"I've lost £25,000," she said.
"What?" I exploded from my chair as though I had a bomb under me. "Say that again!"
"I've lost £25,000." It didn't sound any better the second time.
"How on earth have you lost that amount of money? Money we have not, need I remind you, got in the first place," I yelled.
And the story came out.
When we had gotten married Denise had decided that she was giving up work, that her "job" from now on was to look after me. Though we wanted to save for a deposit on a house and were living in a pokey flat above a shop that cost the earth, I reasoned that we could afford to live on my salary and still save a little every month. So I had agreed somewhat reluctantly, although I could not see how she would have enough to occupy her in the flat all day. Anyway, she had met a girl called Patricia and started to hang around with her during the day but, what the hell, the flat was always clean and tidy and Denise was always loving and attentive when I got home from work; and our sex life was more than adequate.
However, Patricia had introduced Denise to gambling at the local betting shop. At first, things had gone well for her. She had had a number of small wins and then things went wrong and the horses she chose had developed a habit of running so slowly they nearly finished whilst the next race was starting. Encouraged by Patricia to bet bigger to wipe out her losings, she had had one big success that had wiped out her debts, but soon she was backing big money all the time and her debts had mounted up until she now owed the bookie £25,000. And he was now making noises like he wanted to be paid. Apparently, he wanted to see the two of us the next evening to sort out how we were going to pay him.
I was awake all night trying to find a way of coming up with £25,000. Our savings were small (in the region of £4,000) and I knew that I would not be able to raise a loan for the rest, as we had no collateral. Short of robbing a bank, I knew no way I could get the money together.
So, on Friday evening, we both went to the bookie's to see what we could come up with to keep him happy.
The place looked seedy, located in the poorer part of the town, and when we knocked at the door I was surprised to be let in by one of the most amazing young girls I had ever seen. Denise was a knock-out in most people's eyes but this girl was stupendous. Long blonde hair down to the middle of her back, a fantastic curvy shape, and a pair of tits half covered by a skimpy, low-cut blouse that made your mouth water. Anyway, she showed us into an office at the back of the shop and there, sitting in a chair behind a desk, was Fat Sid. Any hope I had had of being shown mercy vanished at that point. I had been at school with Fat Sid and had had numerous fights with him, some I won, some I lost, but we had both ended up with an undying hatred of one another. I knew if he could twist the knife in me over Denise's debt he would.
"I take it Denise has told you her problem," he said. "£25 grand I am owed, and if I do not get it fast some men with baseball bats will be coming to break your legs and arms. It will take a lot of breakages to cover 25 thousand."
"I haven't got it," I confessed. "I can pay you £4,000 now and the rest in instalments but I've got no chance of coming up with the whole lot at the moment."
"That's what I thought," he said. "However, there is another way you can pay me. It will involve both of you doing some work for me."
'It can't be this easy,' I thought to myself. "What will it involve?" I asked.
"I've got a nice little profitable sideline," he said. "I run an internet porn site, nice little earner it is, giving people what they want. You and Denise can become two of my models. For every series of photos and video shots you do, I will cancel off £1000 of the debt every one for Denise and £500 for you for those you are in."
"What will we have to do?" asked Denise.
"What do you think?" said Fat Sid. "You will fuck and suck anyone we want you to... your husband will fuck the girls we want him to. 16 films and you are free and clear."
"I couldn't," said Denise.
"Well, I'm sure your husband will get better eventually," said Fat Sid. "...course he may not walk too well afterwards."
"Can we talk about it with each other?" asked Denise.
"Sure, you've got five minutes."
We went outside and talked about it. I was against it, so was Denise, although she reluctantly saw it as the only way out, short of doing a runner and trying to start somewhere new. But then, what if we were found? Then there would be no options given, it would just be baseball bats and a long hospital stay.
In the end, Denise won and we went back into the office to tell Fat Sid of our decision.
"Fine," he said, "be here at mid-day tomorrow and we'll shoot the first one for both of you. But before you go, get your kit off, both of you."
"What the hell for?" I exploded.
"Well, Denise looks real juicy in her clothes, nice ass and good tits, but I need to know if she looks as good in the flesh. And you, are you hung enough to be in porn? A three-inch dick doesn't look very good inside a girl. I need to know if you are going to make me money."
Reluctantly, we both stripped off. Denise provoked a whistle from Fat Sid as he sized her naked body up. "Yes, I think you will do well," he said. Then he stood up and unzipped his trousers and took out his erect cock. "Now come here and suck this. I need to know you can do the business."
I started to protest but he shushed me quiet. "I'm not leaving you out," he said, and at that moment the blonde appeared, stripped down to her panties with those big tits swinging and looking as good as I thought they would. "I've got to know whether you are a one minute cummer or if you can last. So Candice will practice her little speciality on you."
I watched as Denise crawled across the floor and knelt at Fat Sid's feet and took his cock in her mouth. She started sucking on it as though it was her mother's teat, licking the purple head of it and running her tongue up and down it before putting it into her mouth. Then I was distracted as Candice knelt before me and took my cock into her mouth.
I do not know how long I lasted, but it was hell trying not to shoot my load too early as Candice practised her considerable skills on my cock. It was hardest when she wrapped those lovely big tits around my cock and began rubbing them up and down my shaft whilst licking the head of my cock. Finally, I heard an exclamation of, "Hot Damn," from across the room and looked across as Fat Sid started pumping his cum into Denise's mouth, and let myself go so that my cum splattered into Candice's face.
Fat Sid wiped his cock across Denise's face and stuffed it back into his trousers.
"I think we can safely say you have passed the test... both of you," he said. "You can go now. I'll see you here tomorrow for your first videos."
END OF PART ONE.
THE END
