The Big Payoff


I was tired and hung over.  Donna was getting on my 
nerves big time.  I was beginning to wonder why I put 
up with her and why, if she thought so little of me, 
she stayed, other than having a free place to live of 
course.  She didn't even put out that much anymore.  
She seemed to feel that I owed it to her to give her a 
place to live without receiving anything but nagging 
in return.  I mean, crap, she was acting like a wife 
and we weren't even married.  Mainly because I don't 
make enough to keep her in the style she really thinks 
she deserves.  I had become painfully aware that she 
was keeping her options open just in case some 
millionaire drove up in his limo and offered her the 
world.  I stopped and dropped all the coins I had left 
in my pocket into one of the multi-million dollar one 
armed bandits on my way out to the car.  I didn't even 
look, I just kept walking.  I only got a few steps 
when all hell broke out.  

"Oh, my god," Donna said, "we've won a million 
dollars."  What do you mean we?  Was my first thought.  
It turned out that I had won a little over two 
million.  Before we knew what had happened, we were 
ensconced in their best suite (comped), with a bottle 
of their best Champaign (comped) in an ice bucket and 
two of their best fillet and lobster dinners on the 
way up (comped - isn't interesting how anxious people 
are to give you things when you can afford them).  
Donna had become very quite, and snuggled up to me as 
we sat on the couch and drank the Champaign.

"You want to celebrate tonight?"  Donna slipped her 
hand into my crotch and cupped my cock and balls.  I 
guess she realized that the two million plus was in my 
name not hers.  

"Of course I want to celebrate," I just wasn't sure I 
wanted to celebrate with her.  I mean the casino was 
full of females who would do anything I wanted, for a 
price.  I considered that while I thought about all 
the things Donna refused to do. 

"You can start the celebration by sucking my cock," 
she gave me one of those little smiles that women use 
to say, 'I'll do it but I'm really disappointed in you 
for asking since you know how much I dislike it'.  
Isn't it amazing how much information females can pack 
into one weak little smile?  She unbuckled my belt 
then started to lean over.

"Wait," I said stopping her, "why don't you get 
undressed first?"  Donna really hated oral sex or, 
more accurately, she hated giving ME oral sex.  She 
was quite willing to lay on a bed with her legs spread 
and cum for hours while I licked her pussy but the 
only time I ever got my cock inside her mouth was when 
I'd done something really nice for her; like buy her 
and expensive gift.  I have no doubt that, if the 
mythical millionaire she had been waiting for actually 
appeared, she'd have his cock in her mouth  before he 
managed to close the limo door.  She hated it even 
more when I called it 'cock sucking'.  For some 
strange reason she also hated being naked, especially 
when I was dressed.  I loved the obvious play of 
emotions across her face as she considered the 
situation.  After another weak smile Donna stood up 
and took her clothes off then started to sit down 
beside me so she could lean over and take me into her 
mouth.

"Wait," I stopped her again, "get down on your knees."  
Her exasperation almost exploded.  Sitting next to me 
at least indicated an equality, kneeling in front of 
me was an act of subservience she, under normal 
conditions, could not abide.  I got another look 
intended to make it clear that, while she hated what I 
was asking her to do, she would comply with my request 
but, someday, I was going to pay a high emotional cost 
for it.  

"I just want to be able to watch my cock going in and 
out of your mouth."  I moved her hair out of the way 
after she knelt in front of me.  She had never made 
any attempt to keep secret her feelings of humiliation 
when she had my cock in her mouth.  The few times she 
condescended to suck my cock she always did it in a 
position that made it hard for me to watch her while 
she did it.  My announcement that I wanted to watch 
what she considered to be a humiliation turned her 
face red as my cock slipped between her lips.  

While her mouth felt good on my cock, the sight of her 
lips stretched around it, and my knowing how much she 
hated doing it, were even greater thrills.  Donna 
pulled her face back and allowed my cum to shoot up in 
the air instead of taking it in her mouth.  I decided 
I could deal with that bad habit of hers later.  She 
immediately disappeared into the bathroom, and 
returned wearing one of the complimentary robes just 
as dinner arrived. 

"You want a million dollars?"  I asked after a few 
minutes of eating in silence.  Donna put a bite of her 
steak into her mouth before she answered.  I could 
tell by the way she was moving, and the look on her 
face, that she was balanced on the sharp edge of her 
greed and her growing disdain for me.

"I think I deserve it."

I didn't want to argue about who might owe who what in 
our relationship.  I ate another bite before replying.

"I want to make a deal with you."  Donna raised her 
left eyebrow questioningly.  "If you do whatever I 
want for the next week, I'll give you half of the 
money and we will never need to see each other again."  
There, it was out.  Not just the offer but an 
admission of the growing contempt we had for each 
other.  I ate a couple more bites of steak while Donna 
contemplated the offer.  At least she was honest 
enough not to fain surprise about the 'never see each 
other again' part of it.  I think we both knew very 
well that if she had won the money I'd be on my way 
home right now, by myself and broke.

"What do you mean by 'do whatever you want'?"  How 
easily she dropped the 'I deserve it' line.  I guess 
it was obvious that I wasn't buying that one.

"I mean that you will be required to do whatever I 
want.  If I tell you to suck my cock you will suck my 
cock.  If I tell you to swallow you will swallow.  I 
will agree not to tell you to do anything that could 
cause permanent physical injury or permanently scar or 
mark your body.  Other than that you do as you're told 
no matter how distasteful or humiliating you might 
think it is."

"And at the end of the week I get a million dollars 
and never have to see you again?"  Donna's scorn for 
me was coming to the surface.

"No, you never have to see me again."

"Do I have to pretend I'm enjoying it?"

"Only if you want to spoil my fun," I managed to get a 
small smile from Donna with that answer.  I'm sure she 
took it as a challenge to not let me see how 
humiliated she felt no matter what she was forced to 
do.  I sat quietly and let her mull over my offer.  I 
could tell by her posture that she had made a decision 
before she spoke.

"How do I know you'll live up to your end of the 
bargain?"

"Let's put it in writing and have it notarized," I 
offered, "at least that way you will have something to 
go to court with if I try to weasel out."  We spent 
the next hour crafting the written agreement that we 
would both sign.  I was not at all surprised when a 
inquiry to the front desk produced a Notary Public 
knocking on our door only moments later. 

"The front desk must have misunderstood," I said after 
I opened the door, "I asked for a Notary Public not a 
showgirl."  Donna immediately displayed the 
unmistakable signs of jealousy, which I found 
interesting, since we had pretty well concluded that 
we could no longer stand each other.  

"I'm both," the young woman sat at the table and 
opened her 'notary public', kit, "I'm a show girl, but 
I meet a lot of interesting people doing notary work."  

"We want you to notarize our signing of this 
document."  I placed our hand written agreement in 
front of her.

"Do you have to read the document?"  Donna asked 
picking it back up from the table.  

"No, I just have to be able to testify that I 
witnessed you placing your signatures on it."

"But," I retrieved the paper from Donna's grasp and 
placed it back on the table in front of the Notary, 
"for your protection I think... What did you say your 
name was?"

"Brenda."

"...that Brenda should read it so you'll have a 
witness if I try to welsh on the deal."  Donna's face 
turned red and Brenda's nipples grew hard as the 
Notary read the agreement.  When she looked up at me 
her expression convinced me that if I wanted to toss 
Donna out, she'd be more than happy to sign the 
agreement herself.  We went through the formalities of 
identifying ourselves and signing the agreement while 
Brenda watched and then placed her seal on the paper.  
Donna had remained in the robe supplied by the hotel 
while we negotiated the agreement, I'm sure she 
thought occasional flashes of her tits would weaken my 
bargaining skills, and was now holding the robe closed 
with one hand while she signed with the other.  

"This will be billed to your room," Brenda said as she 
placed her invoice on the table for me to sign.  After 
signing I dug some hundreds from my pocket.

"I can't take tips for my notary work."  

"Donna, show this nice young lady how much you 
appreciate her help, show her your breasts."  Donna 
looked shocked and her face turned red.  Brenda sat 
back down and looked across the table at Donna 
expectantly.  I think she was hoping that Donna would 
refuse and that she might have a chance to negotiate a 
deal of her own.  Or maybe she just liked looking at 
other women's breasts.  Donna looked back and forth 
between Brenda and myself with an incredulous look on 
her face before finally pulling the robe off her 
breasts.  I moved behind Donna then reached over her 
shoulders and cupped her naked breasts. 

"You like these?"

"They are very nice," Brenda replied.

"Stand up and show Brenda your whole body," I pulled 
her robe off as Donna stood up.  Because of years of 
training and indoctrination that is often mistaken for 
'natural instinct' Donna covered her breasts with one 
arm and held her other hand over her pubic area while 
her face turned brighter red.  "Put your arms down," 
with my hands on Donna's waist I moved her over to 
stand in front of Brenda.  Standing behind her I 
pulled Donna's arms behind her back and held her 
crossed wrists with one hand.  Brenda cupped Donna's 
breasts.

Donna turned her head towards me and said, "Please 
don't," her voice not much above a whisper.

"Oh, yes," I whispered back, "you are officially a 
whore now, and whores don't get to say no."  As I 
watched Brenda lean forward and suck Donna's left 
nipple into her mouth, a single tear rolled down 
Donna's cheek.  It was a very erotic sight.  

"Spread your Legs," I whispered when Brenda's hand 
moved down Donna's belly towards her crotch.  Donna 
spread her legs and Brenda slipped her hand between 
Donna's thighs.  My cock was hard again and pressing 
through the material of my trousers against Donna's 
bare ass while I held her hands behind her back.

"Mmmm, you've got nice nipples." 

"Would you like to fuck my whore?"  I had no idea if 
Brenda was hetero, homo, or bisexual when I asked the 
question.  I found out later that she preferred the 
term 'omnisexual' since, as she put it, she'd have sex 
with anything that had a crevice she could lick or a 
protuberance she could get into her pussy.  

"I'd love to," Brenda said as she stood up, leaving a 
trail of kisses from Donna's nipple to her mouth.  

"Kiss her back," I whispered, "and make me believe 
it."  Holding Donna's wrists with my right hand, I 
slipped my left hand between their bodies and pinched 
Donna's nipple while the two women kissed.  

"This will probably be the closest you will ever come 
to being able to rape another woman," I told Brenda, 
"I can't tell you how many times my whore has told me 
that just the thought of being touched by another 
woman makes her skin crawl."

"I love forcing reluctant little bitches.  One man 
tied up his wife then paid me to fuck her while he 
watched.  You are going to watch, aren't you?  I love 
being watched."

"I wouldn't miss it for a million dollars."  Brenda 
took Donna's left arm and, with me holding Donna's 
right arm, we walked her into the bedroom.

"What happened to the tied up wife?"

"She left her husband and lived with me for a couple 
of years."  

"You must have one really talented tongue."

"My tongue is so talented I'm willing to bet you a 
thousand dollars I can make your reluctant, lesbian 
phobic, whore cum in less than two minutes."

"You're on."

"And when I'm done I'll bet you another two thousand 
that I can make you cum in less than one minute."

"It's a bet.  If you succeed you'll earn a thousand 
dollars a minutes."  We pushed Donna, who quit frankly 
seemed to be in a daze (I guess things were moving a 
little faster than she expected), down onto the bed.

"You'll enjoy every second of it," Brenda patted my 
cheek affectionately, "I guarantee it."  Brenda 
stripped quickly then joined the already naked Donna 
on the bed.  I removed my trousers and shirt, which 
was all that I was wearing, and joined them on the 
bed.  There's the old saying 'It's not bragging if you 
can do it', by the time I got comfortably positioned 
to watch Brenda's mouth on Donna's cunt, Donna 
orgasmed more intensely than she ever had when my cock 
was inside her.  It was almost enough to give me a 
complex.  At that time it did not occur to me that the 
humiliation I had so enjoyed causing Donna had 
actually brought her to a more intense state of sexual 
excitement than any physical stimulation ever could.  
Judging from the look on her face I could only assume 
that Donna found her mega-orgasm, at the hands, so to 
speak, of another female, to be more humiliating than 
anything that she had ever experienced before.  Then 
she had the 'pleasure' of watching Donna suck my cock 
with more skill and enthusiasm than I'd ever seen any 
any woman before.  

Brenda easily won the second bet and another two 
thousand dollars.  The only way to explain the 
extraordinary experience of having my cock sucked by 
Brenda the Notary Public is to say that she is the 
only woman I've ever known who sucked cock with her 
whole body not just her mouth and she either enjoyed 
sucking on dick more than any other woman I've ever 
met or she's the best actress in the world.  She found 
every sensitive spot on my cock and made it sing.  
Despite the fact that I'd cum only about an hour 
before, and I know it's physiologically impossible, I 
felt like I was pumping gallons of cum into her 
throat.  Best of all, unlike Donna, Brenda did not 
pull away when I came, but held me deep in her mouth, 
with her lips pressed into my pubic hair, and 
swallowed my cum as if it was the very nectar of life 
itself. I gladly paid her the three thousand dollars, 
then told pouting Donna to return the pleasure and 
lick Brenda's cunt.  

Donna stared at me with undisguised hate and I thought 
she just might refuse, but after several long seconds 
of silence she unfolded her arms and repositioned 
herself between Brenda's spread thighs.  I was rapidly 
coming to the conclusion that Donna was, in fact, a 
whore and that I'd just never had enough money to buy 
her before.   As I stretched out on the bed, and 
positioned myself to get a good close up view of 
Donna's tongue moving up and down the folds of 
Brenda's wet pussy, I wondered just how far I could 
push her over the next week. 

"Come on Donna, really get your tongue down in her 
cunt.  Really lick her pussy walls clean."  I slipped 
my hand between Donna's thighs and pushed two fingers 
into her cunt.  Donna had always had a problem being a 
little dry when we fucked; I always had to slather KY 
on my cock before putting it into her, but this time I 
found her so wet I added a third, then a forth finger 
without any problem as I fucked them in and out of her 
cunt.  Brenda grabbed handfuls of hair on each side of 
Donna's head and fucked her cunt up and down on 
Donna's face while I curled my thumb down across my 
palm and pushed my whole hand further into Donna's 
pussy.  I could hear Donna's squeals, muffled by 
Brenda's cunt, every time I shoved my hand a little 
further into her.  

When Donna started fucking herself on my hand and her 
squeals turned to orgasmic moans, I decided that I'd 
made an important discovery into the roll hate and 
humiliation could play in Donna's level of sexual 
excitement.  I was fascinated by how her stretching 
cunt lips looked as my hand moved into her body.  
Donna seemed to be completely lost in her own orgasm, 
at that point I don't think she cared, or was even 
really aware, of whom or what she was fucking herself 
on or who was fucking themselves against her face.  
Not wanting to be left out, Brenda joined the orgasm 
party with loud moans and exhortations for someone to 
fuck her hard.  As their mutual cum subsided I let my 
hand slip from Donna's stretched cunt and wiped the 
pussy slime on her firm round fanny.  Brenda continued 
lying on the bed with Donna's cheek lying on her pussy 
as they both waited for the breathing to return to 
something approximating normal.  After a few minutes 
Brenda looked at her watch.  

"Shit," Brenda yelled pushing Donna's head from 
between her thighs, "I'm late for an appointment."

"I'm late, I'm late," Donna began to sing dreamily, 
"for a very important date."

"You've got that right slut," Brenda said as she 
pulled her clothes on.  Donna stopped singing and 
turned to face away from Brenda.  "I'd love to stick 
around and watch you fuck your whore a couple of 
times," Brenda gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, "but 
I have to run."

"I'll give you a rain check on that," I walked the 
beautiful showgirl/notary public to the suite door, 
"any time we're in just come on up and I'll make sure 
you get all the action you want from my whore."

"And from you too, I hope," Brenda waved as she walked 
down the hallway towards the elevator.  I continued 
watching until the elevator door cut off my view.  
Watching Brenda's ass as she walked away was 
definitely one of the premier unpublished attractions 
of this town.  

"Off the bed and get dressed."  Donna glared at me as 
she climbed off the bed and pulled a blouse over her 
head.  Her intense orgasm while being fisted seemed to 
make her hate me even more.  

"You should enjoy this," I pulled the suite door 
closed behind us, "I'm going to buy you some new 
clothes."  Donna looked at me suspiciously as the 
elevator door closed.  While riding down to the lobby 
I positioned Donna to face the security camera then, 
standing behind her, I pulled her blouse up and cupped 
her exposed breasts while I pinched her nipples.  

"On the way back," I whispered in her ear, "I'll make 
you suck my cock for them."  I had no idea if anyone 
was watching but neither did Donna.  Her face 
practically lit up the inside of the elevator with a 
red glow.  

"You can hate me all you want, but I just had my whole 
hand inside your cunt and I bet you came better than 
you ever have before in your life."  Donna hung her 
head, obviously ashamed of having such an intense 
orgasm under such 'perverted' circumstances.  My hard 
cock was resting in the cleft of her ass and I gently 
moved it against her.  The bell chimed and I let her 
blouse fall back down over her breasts just as the 
door opened.  We stepped out into the lobby and I 
looked around at the different stores that were 
available without leaving the hotel.  I had never paid 
much attention to them before, I didn't have enough 
money to waste it in over-priced boutiques and had 
never felt like putting up with the derisive sniffs 
I'm sure I would have heard it I'd offered them the 
'bargain rate' room number I'd had before.  Now, of 
course, after a quick check to verify my room number 
and account status the bitch running the clothing 
boutique couldn't do enough for me.  I'm sure she 
would have gotten on her knees and sucked my cock 
right there in front of everyone if I had told her to.

"Debbie, I want to buy her some new clothes," I said, 
indicating Donna with a jerk of my thumb, "she dresses 
much too conservatively."

"You're looking for something, ah, a little more 
modern and flamboyant?"

"No, I'm looking for something a hell of a lot 
sluttier."  Debbie gave me a phony shocked look.  "The 
more you make her look like a cheap whore the bigger 
your tip will be."

"And what does the lady want?"  Debbie looked over at 
Donna with her eyebrows raised questioningly.  

"The slut wants whatever I tell her to want," I 
interrupted before Donna could answer.  "Now let's see 
your absolutely best whore clothes."  I rejected the 
first two offerings without even having Donna try them 
on.  "I guess I'm just going to have to take my 
business elsewhere," I said as Debbie displayed the 
third outfit, "I'm sure there must be someplace around 
here where the people understand what I mean when I 
say I want her dressed like a cheap whore."  

"Wait, don't leave," Debbie said as I stood up, "let 
me show you some other outfits."  I sat back down and 
indicated that I would wait.  Debbie pulled Donna into 
a dressing room and stripped off her clothes, then 
replaced them with her third offering.

"Now you have the idea," I said with a nod as my red 
faced slut turned in a slow circle.  Donna was wearing 
a red garter belt and stockings.  On top of that she 
was wearing a skin tight Spandex shorts that neither 
came high enough to cover the garter belt nor low 
enough to cover the lower curve of her fanny.  She 
wore a matching Spandex tube top that clung to and 
accentuated every curve of her breasts.  I could see 
the outline of her hardening nipples in the stretchy 
material.  The outfit was completed by the highest 
pair of spiked heels I'd ever seen a woman try to walk 
in. 

"Now that," I said giving Debbie a node of approval, 
"looks like someone who would suck cock for ten 
bucks."  Debbie and Donna both seemed to be 
embarrassed by my choice of words.  "You put together 
a couple more outfits like that and I'll pay you an 
extra two thousand dollars on top of whatever the 
clothes cost.  Debbie quickly outfitted my slut with 
four additional trashy 'whore' get ups then inquired 
what else she might do for us.  

"A swim suit," I told her, "if the top covers anymore 
than her nipples or the bottom covers anymore than her 
clit, I won't buy it."  Debbie quickly found one that 
came close enough to matching my stringent 
requirements for me to purchase.  I had Donna dress in 
the first whore clothes she had modeled then called 
her over to stand in front of me.  Again Debbie seemed 
to be as embarrassed as Donna when I pushed my hand 
between Donna's thighs and felt her pussy through the 
tight stretchy material of the shorts.  

"Now you get your nipples nice and hard while I pay 
for these."  Donna turned away from the windows, which 
faced the hotel lobby, and pinched her nipples while I 
signed for the clothes and gave Debbie the large tip I 
had promised her.  

"Never has anyone paid so much for so little," I 
observed as we left the boutique.  With my hand 
cupping Donna's fanny we walked across the lobby to 
the concierge's desk.  

"Is there a good strip club near by?  I'm looking for 
an establishment where my girlfriend can get a lap 
dance while I watch."  I could almost feel the heat 
from Donna's glowing face but the older lady at the 
concierge's desk didn't even hesitate.

"Yes, of course, there is one just a few blocks away.  
Would you like me to call a cab for you?"

"Any chance we could get the 'Taxicab Confessions' 
cab?"

"You can never tell."

"Could you have this stuff sent up to my room?"

"Of course, sir, your cab will be waiting for you in 
front."  I left Donna's other outfits with the 
concierge and, squeezing her fanny while we walked, 
took my erstwhile girlfriend who was now my personal 
whore out to the cab.