Confession No2: A long story short....

So it seems that some of you enjoyed my first confession but that some of you didn't due to the nature of the content. If I have offended anyone please let me apologise. I have to admit that I had very mixed feelings at the time, on one hand I was very turned on and hornier than I had ever been. On the other hand I was racked with guilt and felt that I was cheating on my husband. I really didnt know what to do apart from do what the landlord wanted. By that time I had literally sold everything; the car, my jewelry, my shoes and some antiques we had around the house. All in an endeavour to pay bills and pay off any outstanding credit we had. Problem was that after settling what we owed there was very little left and I had no other option than to service the landlord.

About a week after his first visit he knocked on the door just after I got back from dropping the boys off at school. The fucker must have been watching and waiting for me to get back. As soon as the door was closed he ordered me to my knees in the hallway and told me to take his dick out and get sucking. I did as I was told and was soon trying to fit as much in my mouth as possible. Not fast enough for him he grabbed my head and began thrusting his cock down my throat. He went further and deeper than I could handle and had me gagging and almost vomiting. As he fucked my face he called me all sorts of dirty names, I was a slut, a whore a cum bucket. I should have been mortified but I wasn't. My pussy was soaking and my hands were in my panties rubbing my clit as hard as I could. When he finally noticed this he said "Oh so you want fucking do you?" I just nodded. He dragged me by my arm to the kitchen where he pushed me over the pine table. He pushed up my skirt, took a knife from the side board and cut my panties off. Over the table and exposed he went to work on my holes with his fingers. Three straight into my pussy and a finger straight up my bum. I was writhing and moaning like a bitch in heat. All the while he called me all sorts of names. Then he shoved his cock deep in me, with one big thrust he went deep into my up to his balls. I lay there in shock, he was much bigger than my husband and was touching parts of me I never knew existed. Without warning he began pounding away at my pussy, alternating between slapping and fingering my bum to reaching round and grabbing my boobs. He fucked me so hard that my head bounced of the table a few times leaving me dazed, in that time I'm sure I had several orgasms and with one mighty thrust he came deep in my pussy. I just lay there, drowsy and well used, he laughed wiped his slimy cock on my dress told me he would be back later in the week and let himself out. Eventually I came round and reached back to pull my panties back up but only then realised they lay in shred on the floor mixed in with the pool of cum that had dribbled from my well fucked cunt. I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up, as I sat on the loo squeezing out his spunk I couldnt help but rub my clit. It had been the hardest most fulfilling fuck of my life and I hated myself for enjoying. With the memory of his cock still in my mind I rubbed out yet another knee shaking orgasm. Finally I managed to gain some composure, showered, changed and calmed down. I spent the rest of the day doing washing, ironing and mending of clothes for other people (work I'd taken in) still with the thought of him fucking me at the back of my mind. I managed to get most of it out of my head but while having dinner that night at the kitchen table I sat staring at the spot I had been fucked so hard and I couldnt help but get very wet all over again. I felt so much shame but knew I wanted it again.

After a few months of this I ended up confessing to a close friend what was going on. Initially she was mortified that I had been blackmailed by that bastard. She comforted me and tried to help me get through the problem but there was still one big issue. Although I had picked up day shifts in a local supermarket I had no proper education or skills and was virtually unemployable. I also needed work that was flexible enough to allow me to look after my family and enough to either pay the rent or help get us a new home. During a rather heavy drinking session my friend suggested that I should go on the game as it seemed to be the only way of solving my problem. With no other option that's exactly what I did! For almost a decade I became a tart, a whore, a prosie whatever word you want to use. In that time life changed a lot, I was able to get away from and my own back on the landlord, I got my family and I settled in a nice new home all of our own and I got myself a proper education leading to the job I'm in now (chief accountant for an investment firm). It wasnt always easy and often I wished I had chosen a different path but there were also some very horny, filthy and exciting times. Details of which are soon to follow.