Like a whore

James turned on the light to get a better look at what his words had given to Monica. The fake tits and red lace teddy were indeed spectacular. The rest of her looked like a middle aged housewife that had been woken up in the middle of the night.

"You must have hoped I was going to drop by, Mrs. Kirkhart, since you got up early and did your hair and make-up so you look like a prostitute, complete with thigh-high red pleather boots and cheep hoop earrings," he said. "You were planning to blow me even BEFORE I gave you the fake titties, weren't you?"

Monica giggled and raised a hand with fake red nails.

"Guilty!" she pled, then twisted a strand of her blown out black hair around a finger as she licked her red-painted lips and winked at him with her false eyelashes.

Mr. Kirkhart barked louder in displeasure.

"What, Rusty?" he asked. "You don't want me to treat your wife like a whore? But she is a whore, Rusty! It's obvious! You're a whore, right Monica?"

"Oh yeah!" she asserted. "I'm a total whore! But I'm not going to charge you for head, James! Not after you gave me these money makers!"

She slapped her big tits forcefully.

"Actually, it's more than that," he said. "You want me to be your pimp. You want to blow me to convince me you're worth my time. You know you're too stupid to successfully run your own prostitution ring and Rusty is too much of a cuck. He likes the idea of you fucking other men so much, it's all you can do to keep him from paying them, isn't that right, Rusty-boy?"

Rusty whined and looked ashamed but aroused.

"You can talk like a human now, Rusty, if you want to ask me to let you watch Monica blow me," he said.

"Oh yes! Yes please! I'd love to watch!" he said. "I'd really owe you if you'd let me!"

"You really would," James agreed. "Crawl on over to the side of the couch so you can get a good view, but don't go touching yourself, no matter how hard it makes you. Maybe I'll let you jerk off later."

"Thank you, James!" he said, crawling over to the side of his couch.

"Thank you, Sir!" James corrected.

"Yes, Sir!" he said. "Thank you, Sir!"

"Okay, Monica,"James said, undoing his pants. "Prove to me you know what to do with this and I'll consider pimping you out around the neighborhood."

"YES, SIR!" she said with as much enthusiasm and much more pride than her husband.

She put a palm to his chest and pushed him back to sit on her couch, then sank to her knees in front of him, licking her lips.

"I haven't seen anything THIS big in forever!" she said, with a quick, disparaging glanse at Rusty. "Monica likey!"

She took him in her hands, stroking the underside with her index finger, licking her lips.

"You really do love big dicks, don't you Monica?" James told her. "I mean, you'll suck any dick you're paid to suck, but when it's long and thick, it really gets you hot and wet."

"It does... it really does..." she agreed, trembling a little, her eyes dilating. "I just love a big dick so much!"

And so saying, she took his big dick in her mouth and moaned with satisfaction.

"Wow, Monica! You're really good at this!" he said, more to make it true than because it was true before he said it. "You must practice a lot with dildos and vegetables, since Rusty is too small to be much of a challenge."

"That's true," Rusty confessed from where he simpered at the side as Monica deepthroated James with suddenly acquired skill.

James groaned aa Monica went to work like a true professional.

"Such...such a great cocksucker!" he praised, and the newly minted prostitute redoubled her efforts, auditioning to be the premier call girl in James' stable of whores.

James turned his head to see Rusty was drooling, eyes likes saucers. He smirked and turned back to Monica, whose eyes were wet from gagging on him but she hadn't given any sign of stopping. She was a professional!

"Slap me on those titties," James instructed.

Monica pulled her him out of her throat, grinned, then slapped his cock against her left tit and then her right.

"Oh fuck, you're so big and hard!" she groaned. "I can't stand it! Your cock drives me crazy!"

"Mom? What's going on?" came a voice from the hallway.

James grinned at the interruption.