Jenny as the Undercover Housewife Part 5 (Alternate Ending)

By Panther

<Note: This story is a tribute to Brummie's Jenny the English Spy stories in Mr X forum. Characters are taken from the stories already written by him and referred to as well. Also, many plot points and descriptions are from the original stories as well. Finally, this is an adult story containing MF sex. Please do not read this if you are not of legal age in your country.

Feedbacks are welcome at cyber_midas@yahoo.com. >

<Story till now: Jenny runs away from police, the senator and his goons. She ends up in a even stickier situation.>

Chapter 15: CUM RIGHT INN

Bob Wanker was having a horrible day but it was about to turn great. Only he didn't know it yet.

The pimp and proprietor of the third rate brothel were wondering if his brothel can even be called a brothel if it does not have any whores. His only working girl, an undocumented Mexican, has run back to Mexico. She has also helpfully lightened the load of the cashbox while leaving.

Now Bob was an optimist. When twelve years ago, he got hit between his legs while playing rugby, any chance of having a Bob junior was gone forever. But the universe did him a favour and a growing local criminal organisation found a perfect manager for their cheap cut-price brothel. He came especially recommended as someone who won't sample the goods before the customer.

Now twelve years later, the criminal organisation has given up all ambitions of becoming a national criminal organisation and folded up. Its members have gone on to run grocery stores and flip burgers. Meanwhile, Bob was still running the cathouse dutifully.

When Jenny walked into his office that evening, Bob was about to write a notice informing his regular clients that the house of negotiable affection would remain indefinitely closed.

Jenny pushed in the wide doors and entered the office of the manager.

“I need a room for tonight”, Jenny said confidently.

“Room? Err…sorry. Can’t help”, Bob said truthfully.

Jenny slipped the belt on her coat. 'Would this help' she asked sweetly and pulled the coat open.

Bob nearly swallowed his tongue as Jenny posed before him.

Silent seconds ticked by as his hot gaze bore into her full high breasts then slowly his gaze moved down her flat stomach to her broad hips. She was standing in the classic 'Venus on a Half Shell' pose with one leg crossed over in front of the other which coyly hid her womanhood but Bob could plainly see her pussy was shaved.

“Ohhh…... I can give you a bed to work. “, Bob said carefully.

“Work?” now Jenny was confused again.

“This is a brothel”, Bob said very slowly. “A house of negotiable affections”

Jenny was stunned. She would have immediately walked out of the building if a cop car hadn't stopped just outside the door.

Torn between the choice of walking out and be in the clutch of the senator and get killed or get herself some more abuse, she said quickly, “yes, okay.”

Bob felt the universe was smiling at him again. He cautiously said,” since you do not have any money, I would need to deduct boarding and food from your pay. Any tips you get is yours. As long as you make me three hundred dollars a day, you are free to go.”

“Ok”, Jenny said quickly without hearing anything as she-she kept an eye on the cops exiting the car.

“Your identity then”, Bob said, noticing how Jenny was nervously watching the cops.

This brought up jenny short. “I..iden..”, she stammered.

“If I need to hide you from authorities’ madam, then you need to earn more”.

“Oh...how much more”, Jenny finally asked. Wondering if she was literally and figuratively selling herself.

“I keep all the money. You can keep the tips. “

Jenny was about to protest when the cops started a slow walk towards the cathouse.

Jenny looked at Bob with beseeching eyes.

“So?” Bob asked hiding his smile, knowing fully well that the blonde has no choice.

Jenny gulped down all her misgivings and nodded. “Yes, whatever you say. Just hide me now.”

Six hours later, Jenny groaned for the umpteenth time as the man on top of her released his seed deep in her bowel. As the man pulled out his now spent cock from the blonde's bubble butt, leaving a trail of cum on her thigh, jenny blindly groped beside the bed. She found the bucket and the towel. She pulled the wet towel and wiped clean her ass, pussy and boobs as another man entered the room. Jenny sighed as she dropped the towel in the bucket and knelt in front of the stupidly grinning man.

Six hours back when Jenny agreed to whore herself, she hadn't realised what she was getting into. Any experience she had of the sex workers were gleaned from the high-class hookers that the firm used. So, the brothel in which she suddenly found herself servicing strangers was the exact opposite of high-class hookers.

Bob prided himself for running a tight ship. So, in around five minutes of entering the oldest profession of the world, Jenny found herself in a dingy room with a mattress. Two minutes after that, her first customer entered.

Jenny didn't know it, but it was the same cop that she saw downstairs. He came to get his monthly protection money from Bob. But Bob sensing an opportunity, offered him a 'fabulous big titted blonde whore'. Mostly from curiosity, the cop agreed.

Not knowing what cheap whores do, Jenny proceeded to do her best. Jenny's best is something that Gods have wet dreams about. So, the lucky cop lasted only a few minutes before he was spilling his warm seed down the blonde's throat. Jenny licked him clean and when no one came to stop her, she climbed on top of the happily smiling cop and started riding him.

The cop asked with a bit of concern, “You don’t need a condom?”

Jenny shook her head with a tight moan. "No. I never use them. And I'm not a whore, I'm just doing this for money so I don't need to," she gasped, as a climax was building between her legs.

"Errr...ok," the cop said, a puzzled expression on his face.

Fourteen hours and countless orgasms later, Jenny was struggling to stay awake. Despite the series of men treating her body nothing more than a convenient and a rather attractive hole, Jenny got aroused. Since she had a very low boiling point, it was just a matter of minutes before even the selfish thrusting of her paying customers would bring her to orgasm. And once that started, she kept cumming. Fourteen hours later, she was completely drenched with her own sweat and semen of the men who used her body for gratification.

As the final man grunted and released his copious amounts of semen inside her sodden pussy, Jenny fell asleep. She slept throughout the day. The tension of almost getting discovered and then cracking the case, getting captured and then tortured and finally the indignity of having to sell her body like a cheap whore, everything got to her and she slept the dreamless sleep of totally exhaustation.

When she woke up, the day was gone and it was time to work for her keep. After hearing how the busty blonde had strived to satisfy every single one of her Johns, Bob was even more aggressive today. He set the time for each customer paying for jenny’s body to eight minutes. After hearing about the big boobed blonde who is an amazing lay and allows men to do anything, there was a line stretching half a block today. They were even agreeing to get half of her for the same cost by sharing. Even with just eight minutes to satisfy her customers, it took nearly sixteen hours for her to finish. When the last man left after finishing on her giant boobs (her pussy and ass both was overfilled by then and her body completely covered in jizz) Jenny was in deep sleep.

Jenny slowly came awake. She lay there with her eyes closed letting her head clear, as her sex befogged mind dreamily tried to figure out where she was. From the comfortable feel of the surface, she was lying on top of a bed. Her voluptuous body ached mildly and she felt a little tired, but these were both very, very pleasant sensations.

Over the sound of the streets, she heard the laughter of people coming from the next room. Their noises quickly snapped her back to reality and her mind began racing through the events of the last two days. She blushed as she thought of the many sins had been committed, in the lewdest possible ways, during all those wild hours of raw, raunchy sex that she’d been forced to have with hundreds of stranger. Thank God she didn't take any money.

Her feeling of guilt was accompanied by an internal smile, at the wicked memory of the sexual highs she had been taken too. Highs that had left her with the wonderfully pleasing and lingering tingle she could feel between her legs. She had never been forced to perform sexual acts with so many people, since yesterday morning, than she had done in such a short period of time. They had not been able to get enough of her curvy body and had made gluttons out of themselves as they used her as a veritable sex toy.

She had not only gotten royally screwed, but she had also been screwed in positions that she hadn’t even realized existed before. She had been taken from the front, back and sideways, right side up, upside down, standing, lying, kneeling and hanging. Plus weird objects had been thrust into all of her orifices, that had not only shocked her but had been used to drive her to several unbelievably high sexual climaxes.

She tossed the drenched towel on the bed beside her, as sticky wet evidence of just how lewdly she had been treated last night, then raised her head and looked between her twin mountains of white breast flesh, at her tenderized, very well stoked pussy. Its lips were swollen from much use and abuse, but the still stimulated twat seemed to be looking back at her with its own very gratified smile.

She was partially lying on her side, so she tried to roll completely over onto her back, but her body seemed to be stuck to the bed sheet. She sat up and began peeling the crusty, spotted, still damp sheet away from her lush curves then, looking herself over, saw that mostly dried cum was spread all over her body, from toes to tits. She sniffed and smelled the scent a whore would have, after a long night of wildly gross sex.

"Thank god I am not a whore," Jenny thought.

Woozy from all the hot sex and the body shaking climax, Jenny fetched her soiled, silken panties off of the bed and stepped into them, sliding them up her full, breathtaking thighs, until they were stretched firmly and snugly into place, covering up the incriminating evidence her two widely gaping lower orifices lewdly displayed. She slipped into a see-through robe, tied it at the waist, looked in a full-length mirror at the wanton sight that she was. She grabbed a brush and fixed her hair, then took a body jiggling, hooker’s walk out into the bathroom.

After a shower, Jenny came back out of the bathroom with all of the cum washed off of the outside of her and realized that she is nowhere closer to solving the case. Not willing to wait any longer she walked out of her room and spied a mobile phone.

A quick call to MI6 and Jenny was immediately patched through to HQ. To her surprise, her call got handed over to Nigel, her obnoxious boss. With trepidation, she tried explaining her situation. But Nigel cut her off.

"We already know everything, Jenny. You will get all the help. There is a safehouse nearly 100 miles away from the city. Reach there and you would be safe. Meanwhile, I am coming personally to work with you.", Nigel said.

Jenny was astounded. Her boss himself coming to help her. Feeling much better she disconnected the call.

After carefully checking around she left the brothel. “Hope no one finds out about this”, Jenny thought as she stole Bob’s car keys from the reception. She drove out to the countryside, found the safehouse and entered it. It was empty. So, our beloved blonde agent took some food, then took a shower and finally not bothering to dress took a long deserved sleep.

To be continued ....