More outfits, more suggestions.

The next outfit was a covered corset, white with black cat paw prints. It had a window at the stomach. It had matching panties, ears and a collar. “Ok, now that is cute,” George told Abbey.

She twirled the lead hanging from the collar, “This is what you want me to wear while your friends ravage me?” she asked him.

“I can see a few more outfits there I might be interested in,” he told her.

She laughed and picked up an outfit and threw it to him. “This one is for Clare if you manage to convince her to be our house ****.”

He held up the outfit and looked at it. It was a classic French maid outfit made out of sheer material. “I can’t believe he had all these outfits,” George said.

Abbey smiled as she finished zipping up her boots, “We went shopping down the road. He paid on his credit card and added it to my bill.”

He laughed, “To which you are paying 5% interest per day?”

Abbey stood up. She was wearing purple thigh-high boots, a matching underbust corset and a pair of purple nipple charms. “Actually, it’s seven for these.”

“What? Why?” he asked, “And that is sexy.”

She smiled, “I have matching panties, but thought you’d like to see me without them. It’s seven because it wasn’t his stock. I felt bad that he was spending his money and not getting a reasonable profit.” She pulled on the nipple charms and lightly moaned as they pulled on her nipples.

“You upped the interest, didn’t you?” George asked his wife. As the charms popped free, she nodded. “You are a terrible businesswoman.”

“Do you mind? It just means I need to be a slut for longer to pay it back.” George threw the maid’s outfit to the side and stepped up to her. He bent over and sucked on her nipple.

After a few moments, he turned her around as he unzipped his fly. “I don’t mind at all, but right now, I want to fuck you, and I think those heels make you just the right height.”

“Tell me what you want of me Saturday. I will pick the right outfit or buy a new one and surprise you.” She said as she reached a hand over her shoulder to grab his hair as he kissed her neck. He rubbed against her wet pussy a few times before slowly pushing forward. Then he reached around to fondle her large breasts.

As he squeezed her breasts and started to fuck her, he said, “I was originally just going to get you to serve food and drink scantily clad, but when I found out you were offering everything for only two hundred, my thoughts have changed.”

“Tell me,” she moaned.

“I want you to greet them at the door, give them a friendly kiss and let them know you are at their service, anything to make the game more enjoyable. I want you to bring us food and drink. Sit in our laps and be passed from man to man.” He reached down to play with her slit, fingering her clit as she moaned at his story. “At halftime, I want to see you ravaged by the whole group as we lick dessert off your body.”

Abbey was panting as he continued fucking her, “Guess I should make some desert,” she moaned, “chocolate mousse or tiramisu?”

George moaned, “If you are asking what I would like to lick off of you. Tiramisu is served with cream, and you will get plenty of that.”

Abbey moaned, “God, yes. And the second half?” she begged for more.

George groaned, “If you are not already full of my friend’s cum then they will each take a turn, fucking you, cumming in you. Each one giving you a tip.”

Abbey shuddered as he pushed himself deeply into her, “God, they will give me tips?”

George twitched inside her. He knew he was close to cumming, “Only if they are satisfied.”

Abbey moaned, “God, yes, and I will give them each a business card as they leave, so they can book more visits later.”

George pulled her tight to him and shuddered as he came, “You are going to be a whore for our friends.”

Abbey shuddered, “A discount whore, flat rates for friends.” George shuddered again, continuing to pulse into her. “Whatever they desire.”

“God damn, such a slut.” George groaned as he pumped his load into her.