When I entered the bar, I scanned the room to see who was there and find Mary.
At one table sat a couple with a teenage boy and girl, a family on a trip I thought; at another table, three men chatting, perhaps a business meeting; at the bar, with her back to me, a blonde woman with a chignon, it could be Mary, her proportions were similar; in another area of the bar, a man alone, I thought of a travelling salesman; at a table in a corner, another man alone; at a table by the window, a red-haired woman talking to a tall man, it could be a married couple or perhaps a man and a woman flirting; finally, seated at a table, a woman with black hair and sunglasses, perhaps Mary, as I couldn’t clearly distinguish her with the sunglasses.
The men were out of the way, but there were four women. I suddenly thought that we hadn’t discussed how extreme it was to dress up, but it seemed to me like a very extreme change, and it didn’t fit Mary’s fantasy that she had dressed up as a man. Ruling out the married woman as well, as it seemed impossible for Mary’s ‘costume’ to include a whole family, there were three women, but the redhead was with someone, so it had to be either the blonde or the brunette.
The brunette woman had sunglasses that made it difficult to recognise her, but her hair was shorter and straighter than Mary’s, and it seemed difficult to me that Mary could hide her long, curly blonde hair under such a wig, so she must have been the blonde woman with her back to me. Mary must have changed her hairstyle and dressed in clothes that weren’t her usual clothes.
I walked over to her, sat down on the bar stool next to hers, and said, “Excuse me, do you mind if I sit down?”
When she turned to me, I was totally flattened. She wasn’t Mary; she was quite a bit older and had a rounder face. She said very kindly, “Yes, of course.”
I thought about how to get out of the situation without looking bad or offending her. Clumsily, I told her that I had mistaken her for an old classmate I hadn’t seen for a long time. She told me she was in town on a work trip and was having a drink before going to her room. We chatted for 5 minutes, and, luckily, she told me she was tired and went to bed.
I looked at the dark-haired woman. I didn’t want to repeat the blunder or look like a nuisance who was pestering and trying to pick up all the women. I kept glancing sideways so as not to be annoying. I didn’t think it was Mary, but at the distance I was standing, I couldn’t make her out very well. Then I noticed the woman with red hair. Her hair looked like Molly’s, but it was red, and it didn’t look like she could hide her real blonde hair under the red. I also thought I could make out that her eyes were green, not blue like Mary’s, and she was in company.
I concluded that Mary had not yet arrived and decided to wait. I asked the waiter for a drink to have while I waited.
I waited, staring at the door of the bar, and after several minutes, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the red-haired woman got up from the table, leaving the man seated. I saw that she was walking towards me.
She was wearing a very elegant, tight-fitting, emerald green dress that enhanced her spectacular form. The dress was long, ankle-length, with two slits down the sides that, when she sat or walked, tantalisingly showed off her legs up to her thighs. The dress had a high neck and long sleeves, but as she sat with the man, I had seen that it exposed her back from neck to almost buttocks. Green high-heeled shoes completed her outfit.
She did indeed have green eyes that matched her dress, and her face appeared slightly thinner than Mary’s with more pronounced eyebrows.
I thought, half seriously and half jokingly, that I wouldn’t mind sleeping with her if Mary didn’t show up. She was a beauty, and I couldn’t help admiring her.
I averted my eyes from her with some difficulty as she approached, so as not to be impertinent; I had ‘messed up’ quite a bit before.
I noticed her coming up next to me at the bar counter, and suddenly I heard Mary’s voice saying, next to me, “Sorry to bother you, but I’m tired of putting up with some jerk trying to pick me up. To cut him off, I told him I was waiting for a friend and said he had already arrived. Do you mind pretending you’re the friend I was waiting for?”.
I turned around in astonishment. The red-haired woman was Mary, but you had to look very carefully to recognise her. Her hair was red, her eyes were now green, her eyebrows were thicker, and her makeup made her look like she had different features. In addition, the more intense make-up than usual on her eyes and mouth changed her even more. Instead of her usual honeysuckle-scented perfume, she was wearing a delicate perfume reminiscent of jasmine.
It took me a while to regain my speech, in which Mary took the opportunity to ‘introduce’ herself, “My name’s Molly, by the way,” and give me the hug that corresponded to the ‘waiting’ friend, for the jerk to see.
I almost stammered, “Nice to meet you, Molly; my name is Buck. Of course I can pretend I’m the friend you were expecting.”
“Thanks, Buck. I hope you’re not a pain in the ass like the one who sat with me. It looked to me like you were trying to pick up a woman,” she said with a grin, conveying her amusement at my confusion.
“It’s just that I mistook her for an old classmate,” I stammered, sticking to the silly excuse I used earlier.
“What do you do for a living, Buck?”
“I’m a graphic designer. I design posters, logos, corporate presentations, and brochures.”
“Do you live in this town?”
“Yes, I live here; where do you live?”
“I live in a city by the coast. I’m on a trip; I’ve taken the weekend off to travel and have fun.”
“That’s great. And you, what do you do for a living?”
“I’m a dancer.
“I’m not surprised; you have a very nice and agile body. It looks like we’re both in the arts. What kind of dance is it? Modern?Swing? Ballet? Folk?”
“I’m a strip tease dancer.”
I choked on my drink.
When I recovered, I said, coughing, “That’s interesting. I’ve never actually gone to a club to see a strip tease.”
“That’s too bad. It’s very nice. And although people don’t know it, besides having a nice body, you have to be in very good shape. To get up on the bar and hold on, you have to have good muscles and agility.”
“Yes, I believe you,” I replied. Mary had not only disguised herself beyond recognition; she was totally into her role, and, above all, she was more bold and daring than I had ever seen her. And in total control of the situation.
“Since you helped me get rid of that jerk, and you say you haven’t been to a club to see a strip tease, would you like me to dance for you? I have a room in this hotel. If you have no other plans, of course.”
“I’d be delighted.”
“Then let’s go up to my room. But make no mistake, I’m a professional dancer, not a whore. Don’t think I’m going to sleep with you.”
“Of course,” I replied.
We walked to the lift, and as we rode up, I couldn’t stop admiring her. I was lucky to have such an attractive wife, one who was so enthusiastic about encouraging our sexual life.
We went up to her room, and there she made me sit on a chair, “Sit on this chair. I don’t have a bar here or the clothes I usually wear, but it will give you an idea.”
“Thanks; it’ll be great in any case.”
She reached for the music on her mobile, and ‘You Can Leave Your Hat On’ by Joe Cocker started playing. Mary began to dance to the suggestive rhythm of the music. Although her dress was not ideal for a strip tease, and because of her bare back, I had noticed that she was not wearing a bra, only panties, which left her few pieces of clothing to remove, she managed to put on a real show.
She played at removing the long sleeves of her dress in a way that reminded me of the famous scene from the film ‘Gilda’. She teased me by pretending she was going to show me her breasts and hiding them with the dress. She let the dress fall down very slowly, and finally, after dancing a lot in a very suggestive way, she took off the thong she was wearing. I saw with surprise that she had shaved her pubic hair. She looked beautiful, her body naked, panting, and slightly sweaty. I wanted nothing more than to pounce on her, throw her on the bed, and make mad love to her.
She asked me, “Did you like it, Buck?”
“Yes, very much. Molly, you’re beautiful, and you’re a good dancer.”
“I’ve been out on the town all day, and this dance has made me so sweaty. I’m going to take a shower. Don’t go, Buck. When I get out, we’ll have coffee.”
She kept playing the role and playing with me, teasing me, knowing how desperate I was. Would she be able to go out and just have coffee? I didn’t react; I was fascinated.
When Mary came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a bathrobe. She came over to me, straddled my legs, and said, “The truth is, whenever I dance, I get so excited. It turns me on to see all the men looking at me and wanting me. Do you want me, Buck?”
“Yes, with all my heart.”
“Would you like to fuck me?”
“Yes.”
“But I see you’re married, Buck,” Mary said, smiling and pointing to my ring on my finger, “I wouldn’t want to break up a marriage.”
Damn, I thought, I forgot to take my ring off. And Mary was taking every opportunity to play games with me, hindering my chances of going to bed with her.
“I’ve been separated for a while, but it was friendly, and I have very good memories of her, so I’m keeping it,” I improvised.
Then she hugged me and kissed me passionately. I hugged her and ran my hands all over her body, with my hands over her bathrobe. She stood up and began to undress me as she said, “Let’s go to bed, Buck. I’m looking forward to being fucked by a handsome, strong man like you.
She took off all my clothes and, unfastening the belt of her bathrobe, let it fall to the floor, leaving her naked too.
She knelt down, grabbed my cock with her hand, and said, “What a nice big cock you have, Buck. I can’t wait to feel it inside me,” putting it in her mouth and beginning to suck it. With the excitement and desire that all the week’s games had given me, not to mention Mary’s dance I had just seen, my cock was very erect and very hard, and I knew it would be hard for me to take much of it, and besides, I didn’t want to. I couldn’t wait to make love to Mary.
I grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her to her feet, and as I kissed her eagerly, I led her to the bed and slowly pushed her down until she was lying down.
Saying, “You’re a beauty, Molly, and I’m going to fuck you with all my heart,” I lay on the bed above her and began to caress and kiss her all over her body greedily and eagerly, inhaling the soft scent of her body, freshly washed but exuding the smell of her arousal. I ran my hands all over her body slowly, enjoying every inch of skin and relishing the moment, until I lay on top of her, placed my cock at the entrance to her warm, wet pussy, and began to slowly penetrate her, enjoying every inch of her soft channel, which I had been desperately craving all week.
She hugged me and said, “Fuck me all the way in, Buck; fill my pussy with your cock; fuck me hard!”
I began to thrust my cock in and out, each time increasing in speed and depth, each time with harder thrusts. After a week of abstinence, I could finally enjoy that wonderful body, “You have the loveliest body I know, Molly. I’d spend my life fucking you.”
“Keep going, Buck; keep fucking me. Harder!” Mary screamed, her eyes closed, and her thighs wrapped around my hips.
I increased the power of my thrusts; I could feel in my testicles all the cum accumulated during the week, each day increased by the games and teasing Mary was subjecting me to. Finally, I could take no more. I felt my swollen testicles contract, and an unstoppable stream of semen began to run down my urethra and out forcefully into Mary’s cervix. It was a memorable orgasm, which almost made me dizzy. For a moment, I didn’t feel my body, just an indescribable pleasure—all the accumulated tension released in an explosion. Through my cloudy consciousness, I could make out how Mary reached orgasm as well.
We both lay still, embracing and enjoying each other’s bodies and the feel of each other’s skin.
After a while, without separating, with my cock less erect but still inside her vagina, Mary moved until I was on my back and she was on top of me, her knees wrapped around my hips. She began to move, rubbing her pubis against my pubis and her breasts against my torso, licking my neck and ears.
“I need more, Buck; this has only just begun,” she whispered in a husky, sultry voice.
She came several times like that, riding me, and my cock recovered in surprisingly little time. When it was fully erect, she began to go up and down on my shaft, lifting herself up until only the tip was between her lips, and then coming down hard. I grabbed her breasts and fiddled with her nipples, which were incredibly erect, standing out like pebbles on her soft, elastic breasts, which were rosy and swollen with arousal.
She whispered between moans, “Cum inside me, Buck! Fill my pussy with your cock! Fill me with your cum!”
Finally, I came, almost as explosively as last time, with an orgasm that again emptied my testicles and triggered Mary’s nth orgasm. This time, she collapsed on top of me, exhausted. Her orgasms had been as intense as mine, but there had been many more, and we both collapsed onto the bed and immediately fell asleep.
The next morning, almost without realising it, we started making love again. When we finished, we showered together, soaping each other and enjoying the feel of each other’s skin. As we showered, I noticed that the water on the shower floor was slightly reddish.
As we got dressed, Mary explained that she had found a natural dye that was easy to apply and washed out in two or three washes of her head without damaging the hair. She showed me the green contact lenses she had put in. She told me that she had had a great time and that it had been the best sex in a long time, to which I replied that I thought the same.
She teased me warmly about my mistake in identifying her and my attempt to disguise myself, saying that my gait and appearance were unmistakable; she had immediately identified me as soon as I walked in.
I apologised, explaining that she had disguised herself very well and that she was talking to another man, and I was looking for a woman alone.
Back at home, we enjoyed a relaxing Sunday together, doing everyday activities, like reading and walking, but feeling very comfortable with each other. And of course, in the evening, we made love again, as Mary and Charles.
On Monday, after showering, there was no more red in her hair, except for a slight shine. We decided to repeat the game again during the week. She put on my cock cage, and we left for the office.
Again that week, she was teasing me, tying me up and masturbating me or giving me blowjobs until I was about to cum, then denying me orgasm and locking me in the cock cage again, and me making her cum with my tongue while she fantasised and teased me about what her date with a stranger would be like.
However, on Thursday, when I was at my most desperate and on the verge of cumming, instead of denying me orgasm like other times, Mary said, “You poor boy, you’ve earned it. I’m sorry to see you so desperate; I can’t torture you any more like this,” and she continued to masturbate me with her hand until I came, spurting jets of cum into the air, which landed on my chest.
It was a liberating orgasm. Yet, strangely, at the same time, I felt kind of let down.
On the one hand, I was desperate to cum, but on the other hand, it felt like ‘cheating’ at the game. The expectation was that I would not cum. I wanted to cum, and at the same time, I wanted not to cum. The orgasm satisfied me momentarily and intensely, but it took away the continuous satisfaction of the desire I had. The truth is that I didn’t know how to explain this confusion to myself.
We dated again, as Molly and Buck, for two more weeks. We stayed in different hotels, but we kept the characters. I enjoyed our dates immensely. And for the next ones, I was careful not to forget details like the ring and to try to disguise myself better. As I now knew ‘Molly’, I never again mistook her for another woman, although we certainly pretended not to know each other, flirted in the hotel bar before going up to the room, and fucked like crazy all night.
On Sunday afternoon, after the last date, Mary started a conversation, saying, “Charley, I’m really enjoying our games, and I thank you very much for helping me get closer to my fantasy, but having tried it, I wanted to propose that we try the other fantasy I told you about.”
“Honey, I’m enjoying myself like never before these past few weeks, and our weekend dates are a wonderful thing. But if you’d like to try another fantasy,
“Yes, I would.”
“Are you tired of this one? We’re having a great time. You certainly get into character incredibly well, not just physically but mentally.”
“It’s just that I’d like to try something else.”
“Playing the whore fantasy?”
“Yes,” Mary replied.
“So, what were you thinking, an ‘escort’? A ‘high-class whore’?”
“No, a street whore. I find it more exciting and kinky. I could stand on a street corner; you drive by; hire me; and we could go to a motel.”
“Hmm, that could be very interesting. So, would you be Molly again?”
“Yes, Molly, the little whore,” she replied mischievously.
“Okay, whatever you want. Shall we do it next Saturday night?”
“Yes, perfect. Like last time. You leave the house and dress up, and I’ll dress up here and then go to a street corner like Molly. We’d have to find a street that’s not too busy; I don’t want to be mistaken for a real whore, and also not an area where there are actually whores; I wouldn’t want to get raided and arrested, or get beaten up by a pimp, or a whore, for ‘invading their area’.”
“Remember that enterprise zone on the outskirts of town. On a weekend night, there’s no one there, and I don’t think there are any hookers there because no one will go there either.”
“Yeah. We’ve visited a customer of the publishing house there, haven’t we?”
“Indeed. To fix a specific location, you can stand on the pedestrian pavement in front of the customer’s building. And I’ll pick you up there.”
Once agreed, during the week we continued again with the teasing games. The difference was that now, as I licked Mary until she reached orgasm, the way I teased and played with the fantasy was different.
As I was between her legs, I heard her say, “This Saturday I will be a street whore; I will get paid very little, and I will be fucked by many men… I’m going to enjoy cocks of all sizes, big, small, thin, thick….Humm… Some will fuck me in the car, in the back of the car, in an abandoned place… humm… And others will take me to a motel, and there I’ll make them enjoy it like crazy, like the good professional that I am… I’ll suck their cocks until they’re hard as rocks, and then I’ll get on top of them and impale myself on those hard cocks… humm… I’ll ride them until they can’t take it anymore and cum inside me… If they pay me extra, I’ll let them fuck me without a condom… Humm… I really like to feel when a man cums, and the warmth of his cum fills my pussy… I should almost give them a discount, but since most of them like to do it without condoms, I make more money this way…. Humm… I’m sure some of them just want me to blow them in the car… I like to take his cock little by little in my mouth, to move my lips up and down on his erect member and make him cum, filling my mouth with his viscous and hot semen… I like the power I have over men, making them want me and controlling when they can cum…
After a while, she couldn’t take any more of my mouth on her vagina, combined with her fantasy, and she would cum explosively. Usually, she couldn’t take it once, and I had to keep going until she was totally satisfied. And I was totally aroused, with my cock trying futilely to get erect inside the tight confines of the cock cage.
Saturday afternoon finally arrived, and, like the previous ones, I left the house, went to get dressed up at the petrol station, had some dinner, and headed for the business park where we were going to meet.
To be continued. Â Chapter 5. Molly the whore