I did of course tell Chrissy what Joanne had said about being my whore. She laughed and said that she thought Joanne had fallen for me. “Do you think.” I said, “She the one who set up the swap, not Paul.” “I know, and so does Paul. He told me that she let him think it was his idea, but he isn’t as daft as she thinks.” Chrissi said. “You should take advantage and get her right out of her comfort zone.” “What do you have in mind then.” I asked. “Get her to clean you up with her tongue after you have shagged her maybe.”  Chrissy suggested. “She did that without being asked.”  I replied. “Bugger her.” “Did that, she had asked me to and she cleaned me up after. What else do you have.

Chrissy was now in hysterics; she thought the whole situation was so funny. She said that Paul and Joanne had gotten a little more adventurous of late, but they had not gone that far. “We will have to see what happens then won’t we.” I stated.

Fate played into our hands, when next we visited the club a sign had been put up telling everyone that as it was going to be the local carnival on the very day we were going to swap with Joanne and Paul, it was going to be a fancy dress evening. I had no problems as I had a double-breasted suit of my dad’s and a violin case, so I was going as a Twenties Chicago gangster, which suited Chrissy as she had a flapper outfit from a hen do last year.

The very first slow dance I had with Joanne, she asked me what I wanted her to wear, this was my chance. “Well, you said that you would be my whore, so you can dress as one for me.” I told her. “What do you have in mind the?” she wanted to know. “Strappy red high heels, black fishnet stockings, red skirt that just covers the tops and a black low-cut top. Oh, and red underwear.” I said. “I’ll see what I can do.” she replied.

Two weeks past very quickly and when Paul and Joanne called at the flat to drop off her overnight bag, I could see that she had indeed done her best to comply with my request, she had even tarted up her makeup, with very dark eyes and false eye lashes, bright red lip stick and nails, yes she had outdone herself for me. Chrissy looked at me and smiled, knowing this is what I had asked for. I complimented her on the way she looked, and we set off for a good night at the club.

We drank, danced and laughed; it was a good night as everyone was in good spirites; I told Joanne that she would be pulling a bit of rough trade tonight, just to warn her of what I intended. “I won’t mind; I have never tried it that way before.” She stated. I didn’t know how rough it was going to get myself.

We left the club and I kissed Chrissy goodnight at the door as usual; she collected her bag and went off with Paul. I let Joanne start on her way upstairs in front of me, about two steps in fact, before putting my hand up her skirt and thwacking one of her suspenders. “Och, that was a bit sharp.” She moaned. “If you think that   was sharp, then you are in for a bad evening I warned her. “Are you going to fuck me raw then?” she asked laughing. “You may not be laughing so much in the morning when I’m through.” I told her. She laughed again and said, “I can’t wait to get started.” So, saying she ran into the bedroom.

When I followed her in I sat her on the bed and looked her over, from her backcombed hair, dark smoky eyes, to her over made-up face with its bright red lip sticked mouth, her low cut top, showing the top of her red bra, her too short tight skirt, giving me a glimpse of bare leg at the top of her black fishnet stocking to her red high platform ankle strap shoes, she was every inch the tart I had hoped for.

 I sat down on the bed opposite and undressed, then stood before her naked with my erection pointing at her face. She needed no bidding as she took hold of it and opened her mouth I stepped forward and she sucked me in between her lushes red lips; I pressed into the back of her throat causing her to gag a little. She eased her head back and licked around my bell making me shudder as she did.

She then surprised me by pushing me right into the back of her throat again, making herself gag on it. Joanne was getting very good at this licking and sucking lark, and I knew that I was not going to last long. I had to stop her, as I had so much more planned for tonight. Reluctantly I pulled back out of her mouth and let her just sit for a while as I unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, throwing it over the end of the bed. Her bra soon followed allowing me full access to her tits.

I grabbed them one in each hand and squeezed them tight, before pinching her nipples between my thumb and fore fingers twisting and pulling on them. “Och, och,” she squealed, but made no attempt to move, so I pulled harder until my hand slipped off. “Oo.” She moaned and rubbed at her own nipples.

I then pushed her back on the bed, grabbed her legs just behind the knees and lifted them up and apart, before burying my face in her crutch and licking up and down her lips, until settling on her clit, which I sucked into my mouth and bit it quite hard. “Oo, oo.” She wailed, but it didn’t stop a large trickle of her juice running from her hole. I put my hands on her thighs and used my thumbs to open her crack even wider, so that I could stick my tongue into her hole and lap up some of that sweet nectar.

I stood up and wrapped Joanne’s legs around my waist and pressed forward. My prick knew where to go, and I drove the whole length as far into her pussy as it would go in one swift movement. “Arg, arrg, arrg.” She cried as I pounded into her. Her juices were now squelching out around my member, which I just kept pumping into her. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” She moaned out her orgasm.

I withdrew my cock and lifted her legs over my shoulders exposing her wrinkled little rear hole to me, just as I pushed myself straight in, with no mercy, right up to my balls. “Rub your cunt as I bugger you.” I told her. She looked at me wide eyed but did as she was told. “Harder and faster.” I said and again she did as she was told. I withdrew from her bum, as I could feel myself coming and lifted my prick up a little, pushed her hand out of the way and drove it back up her cunt, were after just a few thrusts I came.

As I withdrew, I leaned over her spunk and her juices dripping from me, as I sat her up and presented myself to her mouth, for a cleanup, which she willingly did. We lay on the bed together after and we kissed as I played with her, now dark pink nipples. “Be gentle with them, please, there a bit sore now.” she asked. I squeezed her whole boob hard and the slid my fingers on to her nipples pinching them harder than I had before. “I’ll use my whore as I like.” I growled at her. “Okay?” “Yes sir.” She answered. “That’s better.” I said and smiled. She smiled back, realizing it was all a game.

All the time she had been playing with my knob, and it was beginning to rise again. I lowered my hand down Joanes body until I felt her pubic hair, I pulled on a little of it, before yanking a tuft from her mound. “Arg, fuck me.” she squealed. “I fully intend to.” But get some of that trimmed before you come here again. “Do you want me to shave it, I’ve seen some women in Paul’s books bald down there?” She wanted to know. “Not bald, just trimmed and no hair on the lips, it’s nicer to lick like that.” I said.

I now had two fingers in her pussy working them around, she just kept on gushing her fluids out of her hole. I climbed over her and lay between her legs and started making love to her in the good old missionary position. “Joanne forced the issue when she rolled us over onto her side and said. “Would sir like to finger my poor sore arse whilst he fucks me?” Well with all the natural lubricant that was flowing about, it would have been a sin to waste it. And so, I slid my middle finger up her bum.

I could feel it rubbing the underside of my prick, pressing it harder onto her “G” spot. Joanne’s juices were really flowing now, as her orgasms kept flowing through her. I had never net anyone who came as much as this before. Her head was rolling from side to side, and she was mumbling under her breath, occasionally she managed to say, “Oh fuck.” All the rest was just mumbles, Until I felt myself coming and my strokes got faster and shorter. “No, not like this.” she pleaded and pulled herself away from me.

 She rolled over with her back to me, “finish like this.” “No” I said and rolled her all the way over onto her front, before laying on her back holding her hands to the side of her, and finishing myself off in that potion, with me grunting and her wailing and swearing, as she bucked up and down beneath me.

I rolled from of the top of her and reached for the tissue for us both. Joanne stretched out on the bed, hair looked a complete mess, as did her make up. It looked as if she had black eyes with the way her mascara had run. Her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth, totally wrecked. She really did look like a well fucked tart, which I suppose was no surprise. “I think we had better get some sleep, don’t you?”  I said. “I do, I’m feel completely fuck out.” She stated. “Well, you are.” I replied. She took off her stockings, one of which had somehow got ripped. “Well, that’s ruined those hasn’t it.” She laughed. “No, you can wear them for me or Paul the next time you want to get abused.” I suggested. “Do you think that I will want to?” she asked me. “Well from the way that you behaved tonight, I’m sure of it and now you can let me know just by what you wear in the bedroom.” I told her. “We’ll see was all she had to say.

The next morning, I woke up Joanne with a cup of tea “Does sir want to screw his whore again or can she let her sore holes heal up a little. “I would gladly fuck you again, but as you are so sore I’ll let you rest your holes.” “I’ll give you a wank if you want” she said, “I have only ever wanked Paul, but if you want I will.” “Okay then if you insist.” After all it would be rude not to, wouldn’t it?

 So that’s show the day started, me being wanked as I sipped my morning tea. “How did you like being my whore then?” I asked her. “I enjoyed most of it, although it took me a while to get into the roll, at first.” She said. “Would you do it again?” I wanted to know. She thought for a moment before answering “Yes, I would if you wanted me to, yes, just ask”  “If you want it again, just wear the stockings.”

Paul and Chrissy arrived not long after we had showed, taking the time to wash one another down, and getting dressed. After I had let them out, Chrissy was begging for details as to what we had gotten up to she was somewhat surprised at the details, and I think a little shocked, that I had taken things that far, but I was already thinking about how much further I could take things.Chrissy told me that Paul was getting a little more adventurous and that she thought Joanne may well be in for a surprise.