Ms. Johannessen looked stunning.She said, "You're five minutes late Mr. Berglund. We will talk about Annika later. Now come over here and put that big...hard cock in me!" she said in a demanding voice. I was shocked, but did not hesitate to strip and go to her. I pulled her panty to the side and slammed myself deep within her.This seemed so surreal as I hadn't had sex since my wife died, and here I am 40 years old having sex with a much younger woman. I came very fast and she pulled away giving. John screwed his face up and looked at me in surprise. “what?” he said “you mean fuck her bum-hole?”“yeah, why not.” I replied “like we saw in the mag”. A few weeks earlier we had found a torn up porn mag in a wooded area of the park we often used as a short cut to our girlfriend’s houses which were very close together. We had gotten to hot and horny looking at these hardcore photos that I had got my cock out and wanked off while John had watched. This had become a regular thing over the. I know what I'm doing. You'll enjoy it as much as I will, maybe even more. I'm not gonna force you, but make up your mind. Either open up your ass for me or get the hell out of here."She had to choose. Now. She hesitated, then bent over.It stung a little going in. He had "lubed" himself up with soap, and it felt like a rather large cucumber sliding in and out of her. In and out of her rear passage. It was actually starting to arouse her by the time he came. He scrubbed her back and helped towel. The me that was waiting for my return had quickly moved from table to table taking orders.The outrage that I wanted to feel was drowned out by the raging hormones of the whore's body. Trying to get angry over it was like trying to get angry over missing a rerun of a favorite show. The disappointment was there, but I'd seen it before and knew I wasn't missing anything. I wasn't the businesswoman anymore, I was a waitress.Getting up off the floor, I could feel the weight of the stripper's silicon.