We made love but only once that night. However it took her two fucks in the morning before she could get me out the door.
After work that night Natalie asked me to shave her pussy. It seems that Chloe had shown off her heart haircut to her sisters. Natalie wanted a triangle that pointed at her pussy. She even blushed when she asked me for it. She said that it might be cute to give the boys directions as to where their pricks were to go. Okay!
So Natalie went up to our bedroom, undressed, and got up on my barber table. She told me that her mother had already shoved the dildo in and that it fit. So once again I got to trim one of my daughter’s pubic bushes. I enjoyed designing Natalie’s arrow for her and shaving her clean. Twice! I applied some lotion, looked up inside of her pussy, and licked her moist hole as I fingered her clit. I fucked Natalie three times giving her many orgasms. She didn’t howl in the end like her mother but she sort of grunted like a little pig before falling asleep too. I took my pictures and put her in her own bed.
My wife woke Natalie up for dinner and told her to just wear one of her short sexy nighties without any panties to the dinner table. After all she was going to show her sisters her pussy and she and I had already seen it, so what was the harm.
All during dinner Lauren talked about nothing else except getting her pussy shaved too. She didn’t have as much hair as her sisters had but she wanted to be shaved. She wanted to be licked! And Lauren wanted sex too!
My wife suggested that Lauren keep everything above her clit and just shave the lower half. She liked that as did her sisters. So right after dinner it was her turn. Lauren got clipped short, shaved clean, had lotion applied, got licked, and was even fucked twice. She made that little pig sound too as she fell asleep. That night I could only make love to my wife once but she was happy. In the morning I actually passed on sex. That was the first time in about ten years but she knew why.
That night I fucked my wife five times and twice more in the morning. She had created a monster and she knew it.
That day when I came home from work there was a pretty women waiting in our living room. My wife introduced her to me and said that she was here for the pussy barber. I smiled and escorted her up to my bathroom. The woman removed ever article of clothing and got up on my table. She wanted a doughnut shape on her pussy mound. It seems that her current boyfriend was a police officer, hence the doughnut! She knew exactly what was going to happen because my wife had already told her. I took before and after pictures. I took one of her wide open pussy too with her cervix showing in the back and her piss hole in the top near the front. I trimmed, shaved, and licked her before fucking her twice. I could have gone for a third time but my wife called me to dinner just then. I was still sexually frustrated and figuring that I would really give it to my wife later. The woman thanked me and said that she would be back next week for a touch up. When I told her that my price was the same for a touch up she just smiled and said that was what she was hoping.
We dressed and went downstairs. My wife invited her to eat dinner with us then introduced me to my next customer. Just as soon as I finished eating I took her up. She just wanted a clean shave with nothing left at all. That was way too easy but I certainly got paid well for it. She had a very talented pussy but the third time she asked for anal. I’m not really a butt fucker but I sure couldn’t turn this woman down. It was very nice and I pumped her for quite a while before I finished. I watched her play with her own clit while I fucked her asshole. It really was nice. That night I made sweet love to my wife only once and then just once in the morning.
Every evening that week I had two customers and on Saturday she booked me with six to see if she could wear me out. She did too. I tried to just fuck each customer once but some of them were so damn beautiful or sexy as hell that I just had to get a second fuck in them. My wife was so happy that night when I passed on sex with her, but I promised her one in the morning.
She had news for me on that too. She got up early and let my first customer in. This little dolly climbed right in bed with me to pay for her trim in advance, twice. Then I got paid afterwards too but just once. I had five more customers that Sunday. At bedtime I was ready to just cuddle and fall asleep. So was my wife.
Monday morning our three daughters came in and got into bed with us. They were all as naked as we were too. It seems that they were jealous. They wanted me to fuck them too instead of all of those other women. My wife just laughed. She thought that she had finally calmed one sex maniac down but instead she had created three more.
Life in our house was sure interesting after that. Other than our own daughters she insisted that all of my customers be at least sixteen years old. She also suggested that I lower my rates to just one fuck per customer. That way I might have enough left over for my own family.
During the next years I managed to shave and fuck most of the female members of my family, my wife’s family, and the women that we both worked with. I think I shaved and fucked every woman within a six block radius of our home too and most of their daughters.
I remember one Saturday when my six customers were all in the same family. I did grandma, her two daughters, and her three granddaughters too. She only brought the three granddaughters that were over sixteen. I couldn’t wait until the rest of her granddaughters got old enough.
The End
Great pussy baber story Tio Bo bro’s & sis’s …….How I wish I’m the pussy barber …..kekekekeke
Here’s one story before starting work - Title : Torrential
I arrived at the party at eight, sullenly aware that most of my friends were paired off. This was my third of these parties. A kid my age should have more experience, I felt. My friend Cara, whose parents had consented to this gathering, had insisted I come even though I lacked a make out partner.
I think this requires some deep background. Return to 1973, hippies (still prevalent though in decline) abounded, still very much pre- “Saturday Night fever”. I’m still a virgin, though at the last of these parties, I certainly managed to get made out with thoroughly. Lets forgo the base path analogies, made famous by Meat Loaf… I had not yet touched any part of a girl that would earn me respect in testosterone driven discussions. This last was not for a lack of wanting… those were years where, how I ever learned anything, not concerned with sex, remains one of the miracles of human experience. All I could think about was sex.
So - make out parties: In the early seventies these were common in my circles of friends… they most closely resembled Roman orgies where the clothes stayed on and no one got publicly fucked. Tits got squeezed, hands got wrestled with, boy’s jeans got stretched, girl’s panties got wet, hickies got applied, and I imagine, in remote rooms stronger things happened. That night I began with no knowledge of the deeper activities in remote rooms… just snogging, the English term for making out. Making out, if you’re confused, means passionate kissing, with tongues mating like wild, and a big component of groping, hugging and lying upon one another. I have no doubt that this offered me my earliest training in sexual encounter… just for feeling the heat and the need. I had gone home from the previous make out party, with a case of an affliction still common today, referred to as “Blue Balls”. When suffering this, one walks oddly, has a wet spot in ones crotch region, and, upon applying stroking of the freed penis, later in private, one usually gushes like a broken fire hydrant.
The fact that these make out parties were public events I still find amazing… but kids that age struggle to find a place and time for lust that remains forbidden to them in situations where they can be alone together. Generally music would play loudly, and lights got turned off. I recall that night, that the stereo played a particularly great Harry Neilsson album called Neilsson Shmeilsson. and George Harrison sang at his concert for Bangladesh.
As with most cliques of friends in junior high, you find types. That night, much to my amazement, the prettiest girl in our group of friends plopped down next to me. I only realized later, that her boyfriend (yes I knew she had one) had stood her up, to hang with his buddies (his people he called them, the self important arrogant prick) and she didn’t cherish the thought of having no lips on hers at a make out party. The long story short, she was a friend, and she chose me. I don’t think I was so much turning her on … but on the other hand we had always enjoyed nice conversations, and she liked me enough. To have no smooching partner in this circumstance would not do for her.
Her type… she was nicely busty, rather pretty, not tall, in low-rise jeans, the one who would always have a boyfriend till she became pregnant at 17. I learned later that she had well abandoned her virginity before that night, but I didn’t know that at the time. Debbi… Her name was Debbi.
Kissing Debbi amazed me and lit me up like a Christmas tree. She did it with ardor, tenderness, and skill. To say she aroused me more than other girls I’d kissed, would be hard to guage… I’d never had a kiss that failed to turn my cock to iron in a nanosecond… but kissing Debbi made me very hot indeed. I think her body language changed the equation. Her body was all on. In my arms and my mouth and my eyes, no stop… no resistance… no reserve could be detected.
While we kissed, for long minutes at a time, my racing mind recorded the vast volumes of information coming in. Her taste was pure lust to me, Her mouth warm slick and hungry, her musky skin, smelling of whatever high school grade cologne she was wearing and tasting of adrenaline and mild salt, these all soaked into me. As I kissed her and we smiled and stroked, I realized she was wearing no bra. I spent several minutes trying to discreetly reposition my cock so it wouldn’t break in half from engorging in tight jeans.
I stroked her stomach. Oh my god to be touching skin so perfect was a miracle. She had on a crop top tank T and the fact that she was braless overwhelmed me by the very near nudity. I realized much later that she must have pulled off a bra in the bathroom, for fun, because of the impossibility of her mother ever allowing her to leave her house dressed as I beheld her that night. Still, her mouth and her body said yes. She kissed my neck and her denim covered groin and soft smooth belly rolled against my aching bulge. That moment told me, I decided, that the effort to touch her breast, might, just might, succeed. My previous attempts in feel copping suffered abject failure. Girls expected boys to try, girls, gently and sometimes not so gently rebuffed the effort. That’s how it worked. As my hand stroked over the ribbed cotton of her T (Christ no I didn’t have the guts to go for an under the shirt approach on the first try) she gave no resistance, and when my hand cupped and held her lovely breast, I felt the nipple crinkle into my palm and she moaned quietly in my ear. My brain went off like a crazed fire alarm…. OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. So now, as we kissed with even greater passion, I got to learn the joys of breasts. Hers gave me the unfair disadvantage of disappointment with other breasts as life unfolded… simply put; this young woman’s breasts were perfect. At her lusty ripe young age, she was probably a 34b/c and her nipples, brownish pink, sat perfectly placed, sized, and exquisitely sensitive, erecting to be kissed, and making her t shirts a festival of contours for boys eyes. Later that night I would see Debbi’s breasts bare and it would blow my young mind out of the water.
I don’t remember when she began to stroke my flagpole cock through my jeans. I remember the anguish of the intensity, the aching throb, the nearness to orgasm, alongside the impossibility of cumming like that, fully dressed and so constrained. She raked her long fingernails down it, a move which to this day wipes me out, when done through fabric. Remember that one please ladies. Still we kissed and groped.
I remember her tugging me up from the sofa and down a hall. She seemed to know where to go. I found myself in a dark bedroom, away from the music, which we could still hear rumbling from an indistinct distance through the walls. Debbi turned on a bedside lamp. Standing, for the first time since all our fun had started, we kissed again. This time her bottom attracted my hands and her hot crotch… yes she was radiating heat from her pussy by then, I’m sure - was again pressing into my trouser front. “Oh man, that’s kinda starting to hurt me”, I whispered in her ear. She then gave me, what I can only describe, as my first real look into carnality. Debbi smiled a smile I will never forget, because of its hunger and knowledge, and batted her eyes in mock innocence. “Maybe we should do something to make him more comfortable then”, she said.
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My mind turned to mush, at the same time blasting into hyper focus. My world seemed to turn to slow motion. Debbi kissed me once more and then, without another thought, happily smiled and pulled her shirt up, off, over her head. As her eyes found mine, she giggled, pleased I think by my awe. I reached out to touch her chest, and feel her nipples grow between my fingers and the sweet girl simply stood and moaned, enjoying me. My head exploded in a flurry of images of what I wanted/should do next. Kiss her breasts? Push her down on the bed? Look into seeing and touching her pussy? OHGODOHGODOHGOD… she solved the crisis. She simply sat on the edge of the bed and motioned me to her. Stupidly I complied. I vaguely remembered what she had said about making me more comfortable, only moments earlier, as her hand started to open my belt. I was completely stunned and frozen to inaction. I could do nothing but watch. She brought out my cock with obvious pleasure, and like a girl who had mined for this ore in the past. Debbi didn’t hurry to touch me, but instead took her time pushing my pants low, past my thighs. Then she unbuttoned my shirt while she smiled up at me. Looking back on that night, I believe she clearly relished the power she had and the wonder in my eyes. As her gaze returned to my shaft, she saw a long clear drooling drop of juice pulse from the swollen head and quickly cupped her hand beneath me to collect it. She looked up again to smile serenely, as her fingers wrapped around me to stroke the hard length… I can’t remember but I must have moaned. Again she giggled. She pulled her hand away and sank lower, her bottom sliding off the edge of the bed toward the floor. Kneeling, looking up she gave me a look of raw hunger and lips open in a soft pucker, planted her kiss on the bottom of the crown of my throbbing cock. I could feel the tip of the tongue I’d just gotten to know so well, in that crease where the head cleaves into shaft while she quietly and devotedly kissed and gently slurped on that spot. My only distinct memory of that moment was a feeling exquisite pleasure and of panic. I was painfully aware that my orgasm had become inevitable, and as badly as I might hope to hold it back, in this I had no control. Fleetingly, my mind begged my mouth to warn her of the impending mess, but I suspect the only sound to escape was some kind of animal groan/growl. She had leaned back again, to study my face, the head of my cock, maybe three inches from her mouth. I remember through the haze she was holding it again, pointing out and up. I remember she was smiling. I didn’t realize I had begun ejaculating, till I saw a surprised look jump to her face, her eyes wide. At some instant her face had been spattered with what looked like small seed pearls, hundreds of them, into her hair and across her chest. As this image began to register, the full blow of the orgasm hammered me, thundering through me, propelling out from me. The first full spurt made a colossal impression, gushing a wild lewd swath from her shoulder, across her face, over her left eye and forehead and out into space, where I presume it may still be going. Debbi’s look of amazement changed again to sweet pleasure and she laughed out loud, her eyes closed now, just taking it, her pretty mouth open to the truth that it was certainly not about to stop. The girl took all my spill, willingly, and unflinchingly, more than once lapping the thick spunk from her lips and swallowing.
She was too sweet to behave as if I had disappointed her or failed. That reaction still stands for me today, as the most thrilling and generous of any, I’ve ever been graced with by a lover. I thought to cum in such an abrupt manner, so quickly, must mean I failed. But Debbi didn’t treat me that way, or suggest in word or manner, that anything had occurred which shouldn’t have. Smiling she moved easily, to pick up her T-shirt from the floor and slowly wiped her face and hair and body as dry as she could. Again she stood and wrapped her arms around me to kiss me. As I held her, already beginning to harden again, she suggested we better go back into the party. She said her boyfriend might be coming soon and she didn’t want a scene. To my everlasting amazement, she pulled that T-shirt back onto her body. I asked her if it wasn’t too gross and sticky. She said she didn’t mind and anyway it was dark in the living room. She smelled overwhelmingly of an odor I was all too familiar with by that point in life. She smelled richly and thoroughly of hot cum.
As we appeared down the hallway heading back to the living room, there was an odd tension, and I learned abruptly that her boyfriend had shown up minutes earlier (about the time I was shooting off all over his girlfriend I suppose). He had gone outside to the back yard to find her. Cara said he new from friends she had been making out with me. He reentered the house and started to make a dumb scene, Debbi intervened, and they yelled at each other. He threatened to beat my ass and our friends jumped in to hold him back until I made my exit. As I made for the door, Debbi did manage to give me a sideways very sweet smile. I never told a soul about what happened in that room until many years later. Debbi and I never connected in any romantic fashion again. I do remember seeing her a couple of years later when she was showing pregnant, and thinking I should reach out, let her know I didn’t think she was bad…. But I never did.
The End !!!
One Short Story about Wine Bar :
Since New York State is noted for it’s wineries and wine tours I thought that it might be a good idea to open a Wine Bar. All of the bars I knew about served mostly beer and alcohol. I thought about it for a while and decided that it had to be near a big city just because of the population to draw from. Putting it nearer the wineries themselves would not give me enough people to draw from year round.
I looked into the number of wineries in New York and quickly realized that I just couldn’t handle them all. The Fingerlake Area in Central New York State has at least one hundred and eleven wineries itself and that is only one area of New York. Canandaigua Lake contains thirteen wineries, Keuka Lake contains nineteen wineries, Seneca Lake contains fifty-four wineries, and Cayuga Lake contains twenty-five wineries. Then of course each winery bottles several types of wine. I quickly estimated a thousand different wines just from that one area alone.
So I decided to see if each winery would like to help me out for a whole week. They would provide me with a quantity of wine, help with the promotion, and then take back any unopened bottles afterwards. Their wine would be the only wine served in my bar that week. Surprisingly several of the larger wineries liked the idea.
I made arrangements with the wineries, the newspapers, and the local radio stations about advertising while the building was undergoing a renovation. I had the bar itself placed right in the middle of the floor, the entire outer walls contained six-person booths that were essentially private, and the rest of the floor had tables and chairs.
Each booth was in essence a small room. There was about three feet between the table and the door. The door had a one-way mirror so that they could see out but no one could see in. An intercom button would allow the booth to communicate with the waitress when they wished to place another order.
The bouncer at the door would check identifications to assure that everyone was twenty-one years old as required by law. Booths were reserved for groups of six only while the open floor was for the others. My told the bouncer to suggest that the people coming in form their own groups of six if they wanted a private booth.
That first week we opened on a Monday. I really had not expected to fill the place to capacity the very first night. However the advertising had been very well received. An hour into the opening my sister-in-law Kitty who I hired as a waitress told me that the three couples in booth number eleven had been told by the bouncer to form a “six for sex” group if they wanted to get in. I didn’t know what to say. Kitty laughed and said not too worry about it. Apparently they had liked the idea.
The wine flowed like water that night and business was better than I had imagined. Later Kitty caught up with me again and said that several of her private booths were quite interesting. Most of the women were topless or nude whenever she brought them another round of drinks. In one of the booths the men had shoved the table over to the other backrest and had the three women on top of the table with the three men fucking them as she entered. She also knew from previous trips in there that the men were not fucking their own wives either. She suggested that I change the name of the bar to the “Wine and Sex Bar.”
From what I found out through the other waitresses it was the same in all of the booths. I always knew that the more wine my wife drank the lower her inhibition got. If must be true for many women, I guess.
By closing time at two in the morning I had already reserved a forth of my booths for the following evening. With the heads up that Kitty had given me I asked for a hundred dollars deposit against their bar bill that evening. Not one person hesitated to fork it over. I had watched a lot of very happy people leave that first night.
A little while after closing I let my staff go home. They had put in a full day and were beat. Kitty had to stay and help me clean up because I was her ride home. Kitty went into each of the forty booths to collect the glasses and wipe down the tables and benches. I took care of the open floor area. Shortly Kitty came out laughing her ass off. She was holding up three bras and three pair of panties. There was a note on the table with them that read, “Thank you for a wonderful evening! The wine was good, the sex was better, and fucking two strange women was even better yet! Keep up the good work!” She also found three twenty-dollar bills as her tip.
Kitty had found ladies underwear in almost every booth and money in them too. She knew her ten booths and which girls had the other booths so she merely made four piles of money on the bar and put a post-it note with the other waitresses names on them. Apparently my customers tip very well. Kitty was also pleased that she had received more money in tips than the other three waitresses had. She assumed that it was because of her big breasts. I thought it was her great cleavage and her perfume too. She looked and smelled great. I had already told her so. Then I offered Kitty a glass of wine.
Kitty smiled and asked me if I would mind taking into booth eleven. I said that I would be happy too and then went to get a couple of glasses. I smiled as I watched Kitty disappear into booth eleven. I decided to pour eight glasses of wine, one of each type that winery made. Then I carried the tray to the booth, knocked lightly, and then entered.
There was Kitty sitting on top of the table with her back against the far wall. Her clothes were on one of the padded benches. Her legs were opened up wide with her legs off the edges of the table. Her fine pussy was open enough for me to see her pink inner flesh. Her breasts were heaving and her nipples were poking out at me. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her fingers were busy in her crotch. Kitty was masturbating. She didn’t seem to even be aware that I was in the booth with her. She was rubbing her clit relentlessly but she didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. In fact she seemed to just get more and more frustrated.
Finally Kitty shouted out, “Fuck me! Fuck me on this table! Fuck me just like I saw all those women getting fucked tonight! God! Fuck me please!”
I took off my clothes as quickly as I could and moved up to the edge of table. Kitty had slid down closer to the end of the table for me. I lined up my cock with her hole and plowed into her. Her hands were holding onto the end of the table so that I couldn’t push her away as I thrust into her. She held on tightly and kept her ass just off of the table for me. I put her feet up on my shoulders then slammed into her pussy just like I had wanted to do ever since the day my brother had first introduced her to me. I always knew that she was one hot piece of ass. She was even better than I had ever imagined. I fucked Kitty with all of my strength. It took all of my willpower to last long enough for Kitty to loose control. She shouted out obscenities, she shook all over, and she had the world’s longest orgasm. I had only dreamed about fucking some women to death. Kitty finally passed out. I had to check her for a pulse. I lay my ear down on her heart to listen. I did hear her heartbeat but I also saw her nipple right in front of my face. I couldn’t help but suck on it until she woke up.
Kitty finally came around in a few minutes and held my head to her breasts for quite awhile. Finally she said, “Thank you! That was my very first orgasm!”
As usually I just opened my big mouth and out came, “Yeah! Sure!”
Kitty turned and lifted my head so that I could look right at her. My chin was resting between her very nice tits.
Kitty said, “No! Really! My first orgasm ever! I have never been able to give myself an orgasm and neither has my husband! Hell your wife hasn’t been able to give me one either!”
I said, “My wife!”
Kitty said, “Yeah! Ever since my bridal shower the day before my wedding we have been lovers!”
I asked, “Does my brother know?”
Kitty laughed and said, “Sure he knows that I have never had an orgasm! It frustrates the shit out of him! It makes him feel like less of a man!”
I said, “No I meant does he know about you and my wife!”
Kitty answered, “No he doesn’t know about your wife and me! However he sure would like to know though! He has even suggested it a few times!”
I said, “That’s funny because I have suggested the same thing to my wife!”
Kitty smiled and said, “I know! She tells me everything! She said that you wanted a three-way with her and me too! She said that you were a much better lover than your brother and that I should give you a try!”
I said, “What! She’s been fucking my brother!”
Kitty said, “Yes but don’t get all bent out of shape! Remember she’s the one that told me to give you a shot!”
I said, “My wife suggested this?”
Kitty laughed and said, “Well not this exactly! She told me that I should let you fuck me sometime if I wanted too and tonight I really wanted too!”
I was glad. We tasted each of the wines, cleaned up, and Kitty added her bra and panties to the collection. I decided to get a barstool and staple her bra and panties up over the door to booth eleven to commemorate Kitty’s very first orgasm. She liked it and suggested that we do it again every night in a different booth and hang her underwear up everywhere.
Okay but only if I make her cum again.
She was sure that I was her Prince Charming and that my cock had been made for her pussy. Kitty also knew that her wicked sister-in-law had married me first. I just smiled and took her home.
The End
Hm…here’s one about prison girl :
I went to one of our states many Correctional Facilities to visit my son in that state prison. I visit him about once a month on the first Saturday of the month. This time however when my son arrived in the visiting room he said hi to the inmate at the table next to me first then gave the girl sitting with him a light kiss on the cheek and said hello to the lady with them. After all of that he finally gave me a big hug and sat down.
He then introduced me to the other inmate Juan, his sister Juanita, and their mother. Juan was my son’s cellmate. Juan reached right over to shake my hand. He was very polite. His sister was probably the most beautiful girl that I had ever met.
Juanita was Puerto Rican, nineteen years old, and she had beautiful black curly hair to her waist. She had a fantastic body, nice size breasts, and when she leaned over the table slightly I could see about eight inches of bare lower back above her blue jeans. Her white top was stretchy and clung to her great body showing off her B-cup breasts to perfection. She was an exotic beauty compared to the other women in the visiting room.
My son knew just about everything about this girl. Juan must talk about her a lot. Juan’s mother lived in town, which was about an hour away from the Correctional Facility. Juanita however was away at college. She just happened to be going to a University about two and a half hours away from the Facility. I live in that very town.
I learned that Juan’s mother had driven all the way to my town before their visit that day just to get Juanita and then drive all the way back to the Prison to visit her son there. Juan’s mother turned her normally one-hour trip into a five-hour trip…one way. Then she did it all over again to take Juanita back to school afterwards.
My son suggested that I take Juanita home after the visit was over and save Juan’s mother a lot of gas and time.
I sure didn’t mind. Just the thought of spending two and a half hours in a car alone with this beauty started to perk my cock up. Staring at her body as she got up and walked to the vending machines did the rest. Then of course my son just had to ask for a soda and something to eat. I sure wished that he was allowed to go to the vending machines himself but he could only move from his assigned seat to go the bathroom and nothing else. They also discourage cross talk between tables but they didn’t seem to mind that day. It all depends in the Correction’s Officer on duty, I guess.
So I adjusted my cock as best I could before standing up and walking toward Juanita. By this time Juanita had gotten what she had gone after and looked right at my crotch then smiled at me.
After that I saw her looking over her table and under my table at my crotch quite often. I checked out her crotch a few times myself but not enough to get hard again. I was also glad that I didn’t see any hard nipples through her bra and top. That makes me hard too.
I had a very nice visit with my son and was pleased when Juanita asked, “Would you be so kind as to take me back to my dorm and save my mother the trip?”
I replied, “Certainly! Any time! Perhaps I can bring you when I visit my son again next month!”
Juanita said, “I would like that!”
Juan’s mother thought that it would be a great idea too. She even suggested that she and I could alternate our visits so that her son could get more visits that way. Fine! I stayed with my first Saturday every month and Juan’s mother decided to take the third Saturday every month.
As we got to the Prison exit Juan’s mother and I both asked the Correction’s Officer at the desk if it would be possible to visit two prisoners at the same visit. We explained about Juanita and I traveling in together from quite a distance. He looked up both of the boys prison records and found that neither one had been in trouble since arriving there so he placed a phone call to the Shift Supervisor and then told us that it would be okay unless they got into some serious trouble. Then he marked their records to allow for the dual visits. We thanked him and left. Out in the parking lot Juanita got a bag out of her mother’s car, kissed her goodbye, and walked with me to my car.
I headed north to get to the main highway. We had hardly gotten out of the small community that the Prison was located in when Juanita said that she was going to change her clothes. I asked if I should find a restroom for her and she said no that it wasn’t necessary. Then Juanita remover her white top and sat there, in her very sexy little white bra.
I was totally impressed with her lack of modesty. I glanced at her a couple of times but I really had to watch the road since I was the driver.
Juanita said, “You can look if you want too! It’s alright!”
I replied, “Thank you but I do have to drive!”
Juanita then said, “So find a place to pull over then!”
I asked, “Do you really mean that?”
Juanita answered, “Sure! I think your kind of nice and I know you like me!”
I said, “But I’m old enough to be your father!”
Juanita said, “I know! That’s what I like about you most!” Then she said, “You had better hurry!” Juanita then unfastened her blue jeans and pushed them to her ankles before taking them off too.
I looked over to see this gorgeous Hispanic girl sitting in my front seat in her sexy bra and her equally sexy matching panties. Her dark complexion made the white material look even whiter. She brushed her hair back over her shoulder to enhance my view of her breasts. Oh my God she was absolutely beautiful.
I damn near went off the road but I finally pulled into what looked like a very long driveway or a farm trail back into their woods. I drove in and went into the tree line before I stopped my car. Juanita turned in the seat lifting one foot up onto the seat as she did. Now she sat facing me with one knee up and her panties twisted at her crotch exposing one of her pussy lips in the process. Her pubic hair was trimmed short. The outer edge had been shaved and the inner edge along her slit had been shaved too. It left just the right amount of black curly hairs to outline her womanly treasure. She was a gift from God! She was an angle! She was sitting in my car in just her sexy underwear!
Juanita just sat there for maybe two full minutes then she lifted her fanny up and removed her panties for me. Juanita then hung her sexy white panties on my rear view mirror. Next she unhooked her bra and removed that too. Now fully nude in my front seat Juanita just smiled at me.
After a couple more minutes of ogling her she said, “You can touch me if you want too! I won’t break! I won’t bite you either! I promise!”
So I tentatively reached out my hand, ran a finger along her slit, and slipped one into her opening all the way to the second knuckle. I wiggled my index finger around inside her as I stared at Juanita’s hard nipples. They were calling to me to come closer and to kiss, suck, and worship them properly. I left my finger right where it was. I leaned over and sucked one of her hard little nipples into my mouth. My tongue danced circles around her nipple, my teeth teasingly scraped them to stiffen them even more, and then my lips sucked them lovingly into my mouth further. I was finger fucking her pussy, thumbing her clit, and sucking on her nipples when her first orgasm hit. It was a big one too. Juanita squeezed my hand and my head tightly until her orgasm subsided. About once a minute or so after that she repeated that maneuver for each of her orgasms. After her fifth orgasm she relaxed completely. My hand was free to slip a second and a third finger into her pussy. My lips went from one nipple to the other then up to her waiting lips. Juanita kissed me with a passion that no other woman has in my lifetime.
Juanita begged me, “Please fuck me! Please! I need your cock in me so badly!”
As much as I wanted this beauty at that moment I just had to ask, “Why are you doing this? You could have anybody that you want! Why me?”
Juanita smiled and said, “Because I want you! I want you with all my heart, my body, my soul, and my mind! You are what I have been looking for since puberty!”
Juanita looked into my eyes and ran her hands seductively over her nude body. She rubbed her legs, her pussy, and her tummy. She rubbed her hips, her ribs, and across her breasts. She rubbed her nipples, her cleavage, and her neck. She blew me a kiss then plunged her hands into her pussy.
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Juanita said, “Oh I get it! You are wondering why I am throwing myself at you so shamelessly! I’ll have you know that this the first time that I have ever let a man see me this open and exposed! I had a boyfriend in high school and I gave him my virginity after the Junior Prom but more as payment for being so loyal to me for a year before that! I also gave him sex a few times after that too but he never touched my heart or my mind like you did at the very moment I laid eyes on you today! I almost died when your son suggested that you take me back to my dorm room! The thought of spending three hours alone in a car with you was more than I could stand! I went into the lady’s bathroom four times to masturbate. I just wanted to ease my sexual tension but it didn’t work! I even got a tampon out of the dispenser and fucked myself with it! It didn’t help either I only wanted the real thing! My mother even followed me in the last time to see if everything was okay! Hell I was sitting on the other side of that stall door with my soaking wet panties between my knees and two fingers up my cunt while I leaned back and fingered my clit! She just wouldn’t go away! I was so frustrated that I almost jumped your bones right in the middle of all those sex-starved inmates! It was far worse than you could ever imagine!”
I never said a word I just turned in my seat, opened my fly, and slipped my cock into her moist pussy. I was never more pleased that I took the bench seat instead of those fancy bucket seats the auto dealer had suggested. That bastard would have put a standard transmission stick shift in my way too if I had let him. Automatic transmissions rule!
So I systematically fucked her just as hard as I could and then made sweet passionate love to her. I was so fucking horny with lust for this beauty that I was fucking her like a whore and loving her like a new bride at the same time. I knew that she was no virgin but I tried to treat her like one when I wasn’t trying to rape her just to satisfy my animal lust.
There is no way this woman could possibly want an old man like me. The entire University football team would kill one another just to lick her pussy clean after she peed. Juanita is the girl that they are talking about when they say; “I’d eat a mile of her shit just to see where it came from!”
I had no idea how long we were there. Neither one of us spoke. We were both lost in some dream world where dreams do come true. I had fallen in love or at least lust with Juanita the moment I had laid eyes on her. Apparently she had felt the same way about me. I hadn’t told her yet but I too had gone into the men’s bathroom twice to jerk off. I couldn’t figure out how to keep the damn thing from poking out of my pants and letting everyone in the visiting room know just how much I was lusting after this gorgeous young woman. Juanita was a cross between a beauty queen, a fashion model, and a Greek Goddess. Her picture could be in the dictionary with the words ‘Out of this fucking world gorgeous.’
Finally I found myself limp and lying on Juanita’s breasts. I got off from her and sat back on the seat behind the steering wheel. Juanita looked like she was in a daze. I let her recover as I started at her sweat covered body, her heaving breasts, and her open pussy oozing my cum down onto my seat. I would cherish that stain on the seat for as long as I owned that car.
The drive home took forever, literally. We stopped at every rest area that there was and made love in a far corner before continuing on with our journey. I was spent when I dropped Juanita off at her college dorm.
When I got home the phone was ringing. It was Juanita. She was begging me to come back and get her. She wanted to spend the night in my bed with me, in my arms, and wake up in bed in the morning. I wanted that too. When I got to her dorm there was Juanita waiting out front. She had a suitcase with her. She jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and kissed me passionately. During the short ride to my house she was glued to my body.
We went directly to bed. She cuddled her naked body into mine. I confessed that I was drained and had nothing left to give her. She just smiled, closed her eyes, and fell asleep in my arms.
It was a good thing that the next day was Sunday because I didn’t have to work and she didn’t have any classes. We only left the comforts of my bed to shower, eat, and use the toilet. We felt like a honeymoon couple.
Juanita made up her mind to move in with me but that would have to wait until Monday after I got out of work. Today we were only going to be together, enjoy each other, and plan our wedding.
We decided that Wednesday would be a good day!
The End
One more story for tonight Title : Once and Always -
Tammy and I use to work in different parts of the same office. She was a graduate straight from university when she started, and I had been with the company for two years. Mutual attraction at first sight is one way to describe what happened when we met.
We dated, the shared physical lust grew into love, I proposed, and she confessed to having worked as a hooker to put herself through college. Her parents were separated and her mother, whom she’d lived with, was too poor to help her. She had told her parents she’d won a scholarship. Instead, she was working part time in a brothel with a high-class clientele and, she told me, had been very popular with its customers.
Naturally I was shocked to the core by the revelation. Nothing in Tammy’s lovely face – such as a hardness about the eyes – had betrayed the effects of her former profession, and her manner, her makeup, and her style were in no way sluttish.
She needn’t have told me, but she was being honest, she said, so I would have the chance to withdraw my proposal of marriage if I wanted to.
The only part of what Tammy revealed that I had no trouble with was believing her popularity with clients. She had a 34-24-35 figure and looked as good in the nude as you could expect of a beautiful girl. Sure, I had found her sexually experienced, but I had put that down to her having a few previous boyfriends.
Being in love with her I hadn’t wanted to find out about them, nor did I suspect for a moment there’d been paying customers as well.
I’m pretty broad-minded, but even to me there was quite a gulf between consensual sex with boyfriends and doing it with strangers for money. Okay, so physically it came down to the same thing, but emotionally it’s a hell of a lot different.
All the same, I accepted the latter was in her past, she had resumed a normal life, and she had not deceived me by keeping her secret to herself. The latter was the most redeeming factor, so love won out, she accepted my renewed proposal, and we married.
Everything went well until the company we worked for went into receivership and we both lost our jobs. We’d been living comfortably in a good apartment, had travelled, and enjoyed frequent entertainment, so we had little money saved – certainly not enough to tide us over unless we quickly found work again.
To make ends meet we cut all the corners we could, but eventually reached the point where if we paid the rent due in a couple of days we would not be able to buy food. Neither of us wanted to use credit – further debt, and unemployment, were a mix that could blight our futures, we knew.
My parents were dead; I was an only-child, so family help was not an option for me. Tammy’s mother had a lowly paid job, and her brother and sisters were still at school.
Her father had moved from his previous address and she had lost contact with him, so there was no avenue of relief there either.
Tammy and I discussed our dire-straights. We were sitting up in bed.
“We could move out of the apartment,” I said, because we appeared to have no option.
“And live where?”
“Perhaps with your mother for the time being.”
“That wouldn’t be fair to her. She already has a full house.”
I shrugged with the hopelessness of our situation, realising living in the street or going on welfare was the only other alternative until we found work.
“I could go back to my old profession, like when I was in college,” Tammy offered, her sweet blue eyes meeting mine. I could have wept with despair that our situation had driven her to even mentioning it.
Only because I couldn’t think of anything else to say, I sought clarification , “Work in a brothel you mean?”
“I could freelance. That way I’d keep all the money.”
“You couldn’t work on the street.” The idea, let alone the dangers she would face, appalled me.
“I could work from here.”
“In the apartment? In this bed?” I felt horrified by the suggestion.
“Do you have a better idea?” Her voice was not at all loving.
“But you’re my wife,” I protested helplessly.
“It’s just a job,” she said from experience.
“But,” I was quick to spot the difference, “one that involves your person in intimacies I thought you’d only want to share with me now.” Delicately put, I thought.
“It’ll only be for a little while. It’s either that or both of us living in a slum tenement.”
She had a point.
I capitulated only because of our extreme situation, and seeing no other way out. At least she had done it before, so from her point of view she would not be facing so much of an ordeal – not that knowing made things easier for me.
We were living in a large apartment building, and our door was nearest to the lift on our floor, so the coming and going of Tammy’s prospective clients were less likely to be noticed by other tenants. We agreed she would only ‘do business’ when I was there – she would meet the clients at the door and take them straight to the bedroom while I stayed in the living area. As a further precaution for her safety I set up a concealed camera in the bedroom with a direct feed to my laptop.
As a rush job,Tammy had business cards printed with our phone number on it, and distributed them discreetly in places where she was most likely to attract the kind of clients she had been accustomed to rather than the dregs of society. To discourage the latter we also agreed on high charges for typical services and, as well, that she would always make clients use condoms, not do anal, or accept any men who were friends or acquaintances of ours.
By the time her first client was due to arrive we had made other appointments twenty-four hours ahead. Depending on what the clients ended up paying it was looking as if we would be able to meet the rent, and continue to eat. That was, if I could get through letting Tammy do it when it came to the crunch.
I heard her answer the door, knowing that in preparation she had decided to make a good first impression by greeting the guy in a baby-doll nightie with matching briefs.
Ensuring her safety, I went through with sitting at the computer and steeling myself to see whatever they were going to be doing in the bedroom. Tammy, acting like an eager girlfriend or mistress, had taken the client’s hand to lead him in. He was older than her by twenty years, dressed in a suit, and good-looking enough to cause me instant jealousy.
I left the sound off in case the client heard it through the wall, but I could see on the screen that Tammy was haggling over the price. The guy eventually counted the agreed value of banknotes into her hand, and she put them in a drawer.
He undressed with his back to the camera. Tammy moved closer to him, and I assumed she was doing something with her hand to make him stiffer than he might already have been. Then she stepped back and took off her short nightie – her perky breasts and pink nipples going on full display. Her matching knickers went next. The pussy she exposed was not only hairless but, as far as I was concerned, flawless in beauty. Having another man see it in the flesh while I had only a web-cam image was almost more than I could tolerate.
Tammy went and lay on the bed, made no attempt to hide anywhere it mattered, and let the stranger continue to check her out. After a few moments he climbed beside her and lay on his back, his erection standing up. Tammy sat to stare at it, seeming fascinated, then to touch it with her fingers and, following on, gently milk the shaft.
The client began fondling her breasts. I watched her nipples respond as if she was enjoying it. When his hand groped for her groin she gave up what she was doing, lay back again, and parted her legs. He was quickly hunched over and fingering her.
Tammy had her eyes closed, lips lightly parted, but I could not tell what sort of effect being finger-fucked was having on her. Thinking she might be actually enjoying it made me even more jealous.
All the same I tried to imagine what it was like for Tammy accepting money for the use of her body, and being intimate with a stranger – going nude in front of him, letting him touch her private parts, and experiencing physical reactions without the associated emotions of love-making.
I wondered if coping with all that would stop her juices flowing, the natural lubricant triggered only by genuine desire. I got my answer when the client stopped what he was doing and sat up. Now I could see on the screen that Tammy’s pussy slit was not only dilated but also glistening wetly. Either she felt a definite attraction to the guy – which my jealousy refused to let me wholly believe – or else purely physical stimulation was enough.
The client looked like he wasn’t going to wait any longer for whatever else he’d paid to get. They exchanged a few words, not that I could hear, he put on the condom she gave him, and then he eased down on top of her, her pussy dealing with his stiffly dangling organ. In other words, before I could react at all, his cock had plunged into her opening, his balls now hiding the point of entry. So close a meeting of male and female bodies would not otherwise have been possible.
I marvelled: ‘A guy, just on the other side of the wall from where I’m sitting has his sex organ thrust in a part of my wife I’ve come to believe was reserved solely for me!’
Unable to bear watching him begin to fuck Tammy, I left my chair, mixed a large whiskey and soda, and drowned my jealousy. That was when I noticed I had an erection of my own, though I could feel nothing but disgust for being turned-on by watching Tammy with another man.
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Thanks to all brothers for sharing. I never knew can be so stimulating to read stories. I am going to GL now to look for some release. kekekeke
I did not return to the laptop, but when I heard the front door open and close I stode into the short hallway. Tammy was wearing a cotton housecoat, and I assumed she was still naked under it.
“When’s the next client due?” she asked before I could speak.
I checked my watch, “In about twenty minutes.”
“I’ve got time for a shower then.” She headed back towards the bedroom.
“How was it?” I called after her, abbreviating what I wanted to say.
“It went all right from my point of view,” she said over her shoulder, non-committal. “Did the web-cam work?”
She did not wait to hear my answer but went on into the room.
Having gone straight back to the laptop, I was in time to see Tammy drop the housecoat at the door to the en suite then – naked – disappear from view.
I’d really wanted to ask her what it felt like to have another man now she was married and, specifically, whether it gave her any sexual pleasure. Had she had an orgasm, for example?
The next client was a few minutes late and Tammy finished drying off just in time to greet him at the door when the bell rang. I’d used the interval to find a pair of headphones and plug them in so, as well as watch, I could eavesdrop this time.
In the bedroom Tammy simply let the housecoat fall open at the front so the new client would – having glimpsed her wares – know what he was getting when they discussed money. Like the first client, he also looked the business executive type, but seemed more interested in Tammy’s tits than her pussy.
He wanted a combo – first to see her masturbate with a cucumber, and then to tit-fuck her. He tried to get a discount but Tammy made him pay full price for both.
I wordlessly met her in the hallway with the stubby green vegetable the client had specified. She kissed me. In fact we spent a few moments kissing while I fondled her bare back and buttocks under her open housecoat. Tammy, once she pressed herself against me, could not have been unaware I already had a hard-on.
Back at the laptop, I heard Tammy ask the guy where he wanted to watch her from, and if he wanted to get undressed first. He stayed in his clothes and chose to kneel back on his haunches at the foot of the bed. Tammy spread herself on it and folded back the sides of the housecoat so the client could see her tits and up between her legs.
He said, clearly admiring Tammy’s bare groin, “I wish my wife would have a Brazilian.”
[Tammy has a perfect camel toe, not that such a comparison is really appropriate for something so lovely. The division between her two labial buns is so tight it reveals nothing inside until the lips are held open, or until foreplay dilates her slit. Just thought you’d like to know.]
I’d given Tammy the fattest cucumber we happened to have, partly out of pique over her prostituting herself again, and partly because I was curious to find out if she could stretch that wide. Shoving vegetables into her cunt was not part of our usual sexual repertoire together.
Without even the sight of the client’s cock for visual stimulation Tammy had to start off dry, holding her outer labia open with two fingers then placing one end of the cucumber between her puffy labial buns. The green cylinder looked bigger than any cock I’d ever seen, and was not progressing anywhere fast.
She had to start rotating it gently against her inner labia, teasing them open. Their being dry at first must have been unpleasant for her. Then, when they parted, she did the same rotating movement against the rim of her vaginal entrance. An age seem to pass before it loosened, but the client did not lessen his avid interest in the cucumber’s progress, sometimes blocking the view from the camera by leaning forward for a closer look.
Tammy finally relaxed her muscles sufficiently, and secreted enough lubricant, to start sliding the green torpedo deeper into her cunt. The cylinder stayed half buried in her gaping flesh after she took her hand away. She asked the client, “Is that what you wanted to see me doing?”
“And have you masturbate with it.”
“Would you like to do that for me instead?”
The client agreed, and Tammy had him kneel beside her on the bed. His hand gripping the rounded end of vegetable dildo, he eagerly fucked her stretched cunt with it, and she made noises mimicking real pleasure. Or at least I assumed she was mimicking.
As soon as her groans reached orgasmic intensity – pretended or otherwise – the client was off the bed and stripping, leaving Tammy to extract the plug that was now three-quarters buried inside her. Even in the image on the monitor the round O at her entrance afterwards looked extraordinary, and I could see right inside her pink sheath.
The client straddled her, facing forward, and presented his erect cock. It wasn’t the biggest I’d seen – more average in size – but there was no doubt about its rigidity if Tammy’s expression was anything to go by. She reached into a bedside drawer to take out a condom and tube of KY-gel. When the first was on, and the second was strategically applied, I assumed from her movements she was squeezing her breasts around the shaft of his cock. His butt started working like he was thrusting into her cunt.
I wasn’t clock-watching, but the rubbing seemed to go on forever with nothing else happening.
Finally he stopped and said to Tammy, “It won’t come. Can we try it without a condom?”
“Okay, but on condition you make sure you don’t shoot on my mouth or face.”
“Done,” the guy said impatiently, starting to roll down the condom.
My heart rebelled against the risk Tammy was taking that he still might, but she was only interested in smearing more lubricant between her nipple-pointed mounds. Then the two of them were at it again like rabbits – not that rabbits tit-fuck as far as I know.
I heard the guy climax and, when he dismounted, I could see his sticky ejaculate on Tammy’s neck and under her chin. She cleaned it off with a tissue then went into the en suite to dispose of it and, I assumed, wash her hands while the client got dressed.
I joined Tammy once she was alone. She was brushing her hair and studying her reflection in the large mirror on the wall. Made-up, her face could not have been more lovely. Being stimulated by what I had watched, I was however disappointed to find her housecoat buttoned. I didn’t know if I was more upset with Tammy for letting the stranger ejaculate on her skin or because she had allowed his bare cock to touch her breasts.
I said, “You took a risk by going against what we agreed.”
“A calculated one.”
“Don’t do it again,” I said, though issuing orders to Tammy was not something I was accustomed to. “And you stink of him.”
She reached in a drawer for a spray bottle of French perfume and applied the scent around her neck. A pleasant fragrance filled my nostrils, and I guess I stopped feeling like a tomcat whose territory had been invaded.
‘At least this guy didn’t put his cock inside her,’ I consoled myself. Then I felt worse, remembering her first client had.
“If you don’t want to do this anymore,” I said hopefully, “we could always go and stay with friends until we find jobs again.”
Tammy turned to face me. “I’d sooner do this than impose on anyone.”
I let my jealously show, “Do you get that much of a thrill from it?”
“It isn’t without excitement,” Tammy admitted guardedly. “You don’t know what the client will be like beforehand, and you don’t know what he’ll want.”
“Do you have genuine orgasms?”
“Sometimes – when a guy really knows what he’s doing.”
I felt insane jealousy.
Tammy added, “But you know I’m not doing this for the sex – anymore than I was when I worked at the brothel. We need the money.” Her eyes warmed. “When it comes to love-making I want to do it only with you.” She glanced at her watch. “There’s time before the next client, isn’t there?”
My mouth went dry and my heart missed a beat. “Yes,” I croaked, and Tammy unbuttoned her housecoat and perched on the front edge of the vanity unit with her legs spread. I entered her, but could not get rid of the feeling it was only a consolation prize so I would let other men go on exploiting her body.
Tammy’s next client turned out to be a brash young man only a few years older than her.
In expectation of his arrival she had changed into hot-pants and a see-through top worn without a bra. I saw her in the outfit for the first time on the computer screen, and hoped none of our neighbours had when she answered the door.
Over the headphones, I heard the stranger observe, “You have lovely breasts.”
“Thank you,” Tammy played up to him, which wouldn’t have been difficult because he was quite a handsome fellow dressed stylishly in leather.
“Would you like to take them out and show them to me?”
“Let’s get business over with first.” Tammy smiled ingratiatingly then went through her usual spiel.
The client chuckled, “Any discount for size?”
Tammy looked down at his covered groin. “That small?”
“That big,” he boasted.
Tammy grinned. “Then I should add a surcharge.” She paused. “So what’s it going to be?”
“The surcharge?”
“What you want us to do.”
“You didn’t list BDSM.”
“You want me to hurt you?”
The stranger chuckled. “That’s not what I had in mind.”
Tammy’s voice quavered, “You didn’t ask if I did anything like that…”
“When I called I didn’t know how beautiful you were going to turn out to be. A lovely voice on the phone can be deceptive.”
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Tammy’s eyes flicked nervously towards the web-cam for an instant, and then she asked the guy, “What sort of things do you want to do to me?”
The young man looked around the room jadedly. “You’re not set up for anything really interesting.” His eyes came to rest on the unlit scented candles on each side of the bed. “Dropping hot wax onto your bare skin would be a good start.”
Tammy shocked me by virtually agreeing. She said, “I’ll have to go in the next room first and check with my … with my mentor to see what he wants me to charge.”
“You have a pimp?”
I felt insulted.
Tammy said, “He’s my minder.”
The stranger showed just a little anxiety. “You think he’ll allow it?”
“Unless you believe you can get away with going too far,” Tammy cautioned him.
“I won’t do anything you don’t agree to.”
Was there a sparkle of excitement in Tammy’s eyes?
“No,” I said when she came through the door.
She stood holding the sides of the housecoat together with folded arms. “But…”
“You’re not doing it.”
“Not even this once – just to try it?”
I felt disgusted she could even ask. “He wants to degrade you by sexual torture.”
“It’s just a way of carnal stimulation. Isn’t that something you’d like to watch?”
“Do you think I’m a voyeur?”
She gestured at the computer monitor, “You’ve watched so far.”
I protested, “That was for your protection.”
“But it aroused you.”
“Watching you being hurt wouldn’t.”
“It’s for pleasure,” she insisted.
“His or yours?”
“I won’t know until I try it,” she wheedled. “And we need the money. I can charge him heaps. We’ll have enough for the rent and then I can stop seeing clients. If we find work I won’t even have to do anything like this again.”
“You already have two more clients booked for today.”
“You haven’t given them our address yet, have you?”
I shook my head.
“Then you can ring and cancel.”
I gestured at the screen. “You really want to let this pervert torture you?” The guy was sitting on the end of the bed looking confident and relaxed. He had taken off his jacket.
Tammy stared at the image. “He said he wouldn’t do anything I don’t want him to.”
Back in the bedroom Tammy named the outrageous sum we’d agreed on, for my part in the hope he’d refuse to pay.
“Okay,” the stranger took out his wallet, “on condition I can tie you to the bed nude to do it.”
“In what position?” Tammy sounded as if she had a lump in her throat.
“Spread-eagled on your back.”
“With my legs pulled open as far as they will go?”
The guy eyed the king-sized bed for potential. “Until it almost hurts,” he assured her.
I could feel the sexual tension in the air as if I was in the room with them.
After paying Tammy, the guy put his wallet away then lit one of the candles. He began undressing, watching Tammy do the same. His male organ, once it was exposed, dangled a long way down his thighs even in a semi-flaccid state.
He whistled when he saw Tammy’s hairless pussy. “That’s gorgeous,” he said.
Tammy looked in no doubt over what he was complimenting her for. “My mentor likes it that way.”
“He has good taste.”
Tammy draped herself on the bed enticingly. The young man asked, “So, you’ve never done anything like this before?”
Tammy shook her blonde curls.
“But you think you’ll like it?”
“I’m relying on you to make sure I do.”
The client chuckled. “You’re a cheeky one. But do you have a pre-disposition to liking pain?” He seemed to be savouring the prospect as he continued to stare at the inviting curves of her naked body.
“Why don’t you get started and see,” Tammy said, opening her legs obligingly, and showing more of herself.
“Does your minder keep any old neckties in here?”
With Tammy co-operating eagerly, he used four of them to fasten her limbs to the outer edges of the bed ends. He was right about how far her legs were going to be spread. Her skin was stretched over her hip bones, and her groin held taut.
When he stood back to admire his handiwork I could see that her bondage had had the effect of fully engorging his manhood, though it was too long and heavy to come all the way up. Tammy stared at it in wonder, while he took an equal interest in her erogenous zones.
I tried to figure out why a guy hung like that wouldn’t just want normal vaginal sex for the thrill he could give a woman. Maybe he didn’t easily find partners willing to take that much male meat, though I felt sure Tammy wanted to – especially after the cucumber an hour ago.
But maybe the guy felt he had to punish women because not many were willing. My wife was going to be the victim this time, something I found hard to accept even though I had capitulated to her arguments in favour of it.
Tammy, having satisfied her admiration, as the client had, watched him kneel on the bed and take up the lighted candle. What was in Tammy’s expression did not look like fear – more like eager anticipation. Even so, her yelps of pain and the way her limbs jerked against the bonds were real enough. If she had not been rendered helpless she would never have been able to stand it.
The client started with Tammy’s breasts, repeatedly letting hot droplets fall on the soft skin over her perky mounds. The wax progressively congealed across their slopes.
Every so often he checked her groin to see if she was sexually stimulated or not.
Because of the extreme position of her legs her labia were already gaping and, before long, the twin bows of her inner pussy lips started to glisten with moisture, a tell-tale sign she was aroused by what she was experiencing.
“Now for your nipples,” he said.
Tammy only whimpered, and did not object.
“Is that a yes?”
On heat, Tammy panted, “Yes!”
The guy temporised, “They’d be too sensitive.”
The need in her voice shocked me as she uttered a drawn out, “Please!” She thrust up her wax-splattered breasts, “I don’t care how much it hurts!”
“Perhaps you should be paying me,” the client joked. Then he re-positioned the candle and tilted it.
Tammy’s back arched, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream. I hoped the apartment walls were well insulated enough for none of the neighbours to hear if they were at home.
My heart had turned to stone.
“Too sensitive, like I told you,” the young man said.
Tammy was panting. She got out, “It felt wonderful! The thrill went right down to my clit!”
The guy checked between her legs. “That must be why it’s peeping out of its hood now.”
Tammy squirmed against her bonds in blissful enjoyment of the sensation. A patina of purple wax partially covered her left nipple.
“Time to move on, I think,” the young man announced.
Tammy’s eyes flicked up.
“Lower down,” he said. “Starting on your belly.”
Tammy’s body quivered.
“Would you like that?” the client taunted her.
Her “Oh yes!” struck my ears like a slap in the face.
As the guy slowly ran a trail of hot droplets from just below her navel to the edge of her pubic mound Tammy resumed yelping and jerking. Then he peered at her genitalia again, telling her, “Now your little knob’s come right out in the open.”
“I can feel it!” Tammy said breathlessly. “Will you suck it for me?” Her need sounded too desperate to care about the risks.
“I don’t do that sort of thing.”
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