Robert Mills

Slut wife

CHAPTER ONE

As a model for Anderson Studios, Melissa Stanton considered it her duty to cater to the whims of the client. However, the man she was now facing was demanding a lot more. He was staring at her with bold eyes and demanding to fuck her.

Melissa was bewildered by his attitude becausehe was so nice when she came to his office to model the clothing that he was supposed to be buying. She didn't know how to answer his demand.

"Well, get 'em off," he demanded again. "I can't fuck you if you've got your pussy all wrapped up in pretty ruffles."

Melissa stammered. "Take my pants off? You can't mean that!"

He chuckled. "Of course I mean it. I can't very well stick my cock into your cunt unless you lay down and spread your legs."

"I… I…" she stuttered.

"What's the problem, baby? You think I don't have the money?" He pulled a fat wallet from his pocket, extracted a number of bills from it. He offered them to Melissa. "How much? Two hundred enough?"

Melissa was dumfounded. Two hundred dollars! The man was actually offering two hundred dollars to fuck her. It was an awful lot of money. It was the exact amount that Martin needed to pay his gambling debt to the men at the Central Valley Country Club. She could get it for him and all she had to do was lie down and let this man fuck her. They could certainly use the money and Martin wouldn't have to know. He would be very pleased when he learned she had earned that much for him.

"Two hundred dollars!" she stammered. "You…"