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MY 4TH ESCORT JOB - THE GUILTY HUSBAND
By Kelly
pghpa_girl@yahoo.com
http://www.pghpagirl.com
With three escort jobs under my belt (or should I say under my skirt?) I
was excited to try another "client". In my diary entries about my first
bachelor party and my previous escorting jobs I explained in detail how
and why I got into the escort business so I'll keep it short here but in case
you haven't read them, here's a brief explanation……
I attend a pretty strict religious university with strict guidelines on
"acceptable" lifestyles which expressly forbid any form of sexual activities
or "lewd" behavior. Now I love my school and don't regret for a minute
choosing it but there are limits to what a girl can do! I try to behave on
campus though which forces me to seek other outlets for my sexual needs
so decided to try working for an escort service. So far I have only done
one party and been out with three guys. When escorting, I insist on only
married men over 40, preferable with a family and even better if they live
out of state. The reason for this is simply that my past experiences with
older men has shown them to generally treat me better than the young
ones. As for being married, I figure this ensures a bit more discretion for
most guys. I want them to be from out of state in hopes it will prevent
them from trying to contact me afterwards. Finally, I also set a strict rule
that only one evening per guy – no repeats under any circumstances. I
am doing this just for fun and sexual gratification and so I want variety.
Plus, I don't want there to be even a remote chance that someone would
think we were forming any type of "relationship".
My first "job" was a bachelor party which turned out to be one of the most
exciting events of my life to date. I can't even begin to truly express the
thrill I got from seeing 10 horny guys lusting for me the way they did and
I'm not afraid to admit it was a tremendous ego booster. Before the night
was over I wound up doing more than just stripping – a LOT more.
Mike was my first escort. He had looked handsome in his profile picture
and had written a clever and entertaining introduction. He was from
Chicago but what caught my eye was that he had always been married to
the same woman. It turned out that he also had a daughter my age and a
hidden desire to have sex with her so I became his "daughter" for the
evening. The success of that night was enough to convince me to
continue on with my escort career.
My second escort as another married guy. John was 45 and had been
married to his wife for 10 years yet he had four children, three by previous
marriages and a 15 year old boy with his current wife. He wasn't the
poster child for marital stability, that was for sure! What drew me to him
and agree to meet was the profile introduction that he had written. He
took me out to a GameWorks club in a fancy mall. Afterwards we went to
his room in a nearby hotel. What made it really hot for me was he talked
to his wife on the phone while he fucked me and she never had a clue
what her husband was doing while he told her how much he missed and
loved her.
My 3rd and most recent escort was another married 38 year old man – Bill.
Bill had a wife who was totally shy about sex while he had thing for
exhibitionism so he wanted to fuck me in public instead of a hotel room.
That sounds exciting but in reality it wasn't the wildest night by any means
as Bill turned out to be about 8 years older and not extremely gifted in the
having sex department. I gave him a hand job in a Japanese steak house
restaurant and then let him fuck me in his car outside in the parking lot.
People were coming and going and even though they couldn't clearly see
what was happening with the windows fogged up, I imagine they knew
WHY the windows were that way! To my disappointment he couldn't do it
again that night so it ended early, a hazard of doing older guys I was
finding out.
According to the profile I was given, my next job was going to be with Dan,
a 44 year old husband with 2 boys in their late teens, both in college.
According to his write-up he had always been faithful to his wife but lately
his sons had been bringing home some hot teenage girls and it was
driving him crazy. He knew he could never have them so he was looking
for someone who could help him live out the fantasies he was having
about his son's girlfriends. Well, I knew I could help him out with that!
The instructions I had in my e-mail from the agency were to go to the hotel
lobby on Saturday night at 8:00 PM and wait for him. I assumed that
meant we would go from there to wherever he wanted to have dinner or
maybe even see a show. It was a fancy hotel so I decided to dress a little
more classy than normal for me. In the end I chose a long black dress
which was slit to my upper thigh on one side and dipped low in front to
show lots of cleavage. It had spaghetti straps which barely kept it from
falling down and off of me and I marveled that they had never broken in
the past. I tried valiantly to put some wave into my stubborn hair and kept
the makeup to a respectable level as I didn't want to look like a
streetwalker. My black stiletto heels matched my dress and I wore a cute
little black thong underneath to tease him with later.
My roomie was out with some friends fortunately so I didn't have to worry
about her seeing me dressed up this way. I had a long coat which hid my
outfit as I waited for the taxi to show up. The heels were in a bag I carried
so even though a few of my friends saw me they had no idea what I was
getting ready to do. I smiled to myself as I imagined how their jaws would
drop if they had any idea I what I was doing to be doing tonight. Our
school conduct codes are strict enough to outlaw even the dress I had on
and I could imagine trying to explain to the disciplinary committee why I
was having sex with a married stranger – and getting paid for it at that! It
would probably be the biggest scandal in years if not the school's history –
an escort working from the school apartments! For me though I wasn't
being a whore. I wanted sex and frankly would have done the guy tonight
for free except that wasn't how it worked and since he was willing to pay,
why not let him? Now if I was paying for college on my back then THAT
would have been a different story!
The taxi dropped me off at the hotel lobby. A porter opened the door for
me and offered his hand to help me out. With the longer dress it actually
helped so I thanked him for his good manners. Going into the hotel lobby
I looked around but I didn't see anyone who matched the photo I had seen
nor did anyone approach me. I stood around for a few minutes probably
looking a bit lost and then said the heck with it to myself and found a seat
in the lobby. I crossed my legs as I sat down exposing a good part of my
upper leg and was pleased to see a number of heads turning to eye me –
and not all of them male! Hmmm, if nothing else I bet I could have found a
replacement for Dan pretty easily if he didn't show up and soon! I looked
at my watch for what seemed to be the 100th time when someone behind
me asked, "Hello, are you Kelly? My name is Dan."
I turned to see a handsome guy standing next to me, offering me his hand.
Unlike my last escort job, this guy not only matched his profile, I think it
didn't do him justice! He looked to be about 6 feet tall, maybe 170 pounds
or so with thick curly brown hair and piercing green eyes. His complexion
was a little darker and fro his accent I guessed he had some eastern
European family history. He wore what looked to be quite an expensive
suit with a light blue button-down shirt and thin silk tie. I was pleased to
see he was cleanly shaven even though it was later in the evening and he
smelled fresh rather than sweaty after a long day. He had a pleasing
smile and a sparkle to his eye that made me want to melt when I looked
into them. My goodness, what was he doing with an escort? He probably
could have had any girl in the place- married or not! I must have been
staring or acting stupid because he laughed softly at me and then said in a
deep voice, "I'm terribly sorry to be late, I had a phone call I just couldn't
ignore. May I join you?"
I stood and took his hand. We exchanged pleasantries and then he asked
if I would like to have dinner in the hotel main restaurant. I knew it was
pretty classy and VERY expensive so who was I to turn it down? He
offered me his arm and we walked over to the hostess station. Evidently
Dan had been here before as he was greeted by name and we were taken
right in even though it appeared to be quite a waiting line to get in. We
were seated at a secluded corner table and I noticed that Dan sat across
the table from me and not next to me the way most guys did that had
ulterior motives, especially when they were expecting me to put out. The
table was set elegantly with a tall white candle and a white linen tablecloth
with crystal shakers and silver dinnerware. The waiter came by with the
wine list but Dan already knew what he wanted and ordered something
that sounded French and expensive. I was only 19 and so I wasn't sure if
I should speak up but the waiter just looked at me and then at Dan and
smiled. There wasn't a doubt in my mind that he knew I was underage but
who was he to say anything if some guy was dining with a girl young
enough to be his daughter and wanted her to have a glass of wine. I has
no doubt that he also knew that by doing so he was locking in one hell of a
tip! Normally I don't drink on dates and only have an occasional glass of
wine with my parents at supper. I was accustomed to good wine as my
dad was not one to buy anything cheap but I had to admit whatever Dan
chose was the best wine that I had ever tasted. Even so, I was careful to
just sip it as the last thing I wanted was to get drunk tonight!
Dan asked me if I preferred fish, meat or fowl. I told him that I liked
seafood best and he asked if I minded if he ordered for the two of us. This
was cool! I felt like I was out on some wonderful date and not just an
escort being given a token meal before being hauled off to some hotel
room to be fucked as soon as the mandatory pleasantries had been made.
The dinner was outstanding. Like the wine, it was one of the best I had
ever had consisting of several courses with salad, soup, dinner and
dessert. If I had eaten everything I would have been stuffed so full I would
have never been able to walk out on my own power so I just sampled a
little bit of everything. We took our time and the entire meal ended up
taking over two hours. During the meal we discussed a variety of topics,
even religion and politics, the traditional taboo subjects for escorts! Dan
was obviously extremely intelligent and very well educated. With most
guys I play the dumb brunette to make them feel superior but with Dan I
was able to carry on a decent conversation and I was actually a little
embarrassed in that he seemed so much more sophisticated than me.
What was even more interesting was that at no time did he ask me any
personal questions though even though he told me all about his wife and
family as if I were a close friend. It was a bit odd to hear him talk about
them knowing that the reason we were here, whether we talked about it or
not, was for him to cheat on them!
Eventually the meal ended and while we were waiting for the check I
excused myself to go to the lady's room. I made sure I washed up well
afterwards and checked myself out in the mirror. So far this was not what
I had expected but then what else was new. None of my previous escort
jobs had gone as I had predicted they would so why should this one? So
far though I had to admit this one was going pretty well. I even wondered
if Dan was planning to have sex with me in the first place. After all, the
agency legally was only charging for the time I spent at dinner with him,
not any "extracurricular activities". Hmmmmm, perhaps that was all he
wanted. I honestly would have a been disappointed if that turned out to be
the case. I didn't take all these risks to be an escort just to have free
dinners, no matter how pleasant the company. What I wanted was sex,
pure and simple so I needed to find out what Dan's plans were. When I
left the toilet Dan was waiting for me. He smiled and offered his arm to
me again.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked. "They have a wonderful band next
door in the lounge that plays some fantastic oldies."
Wow! Now I was really confused and wondered if maybe I had drunk
more wine than I thought. Maybe he DID want to just spend a pleasant
evening with someone and not have sex. It was almost like he was TOO
nice! I agreed and he led me in where we took a seat and the waiter
served him a drink and me a diet coke. It wasn't that I was afraid of the
under-21 thing, I simply couldn't have handled any more alcohol at the
time. We went out for a couple of slow dances and once again he was the
perfect gentleman. His hand stayed on my back and never once
wandered down to my ass or anywhere even more private. Now I was
getting downright intrigued. Frankly, this was new territory for me. It
seems like every guy I have ever dated had wanted to fuck me even
though most of them never got past 2nd base. I am used to dancing and
having to constantly fend of the ol' "wandering hand". Heck, even my dad
liked to give my ass a squeeze when we danced! After the second dance
the band took an intermission and it was quiet enough to talk without
having to raise our voices for all to hear.
"I've had a wonderful evening Kelly," he said to me, "you're a classy girl
and I appreciate your company this evening."
It seemed my mind was flooded with a million thoughts and feelings at the
same time. Maybe he WAS going to just have a nice evening with me.
On the one hand I felt complimented by what he said while on the other
hand I wondered if there was something about me that turned him off
sexually. Why else wasn't he making a move on me? God, I had NEVER
been turned by a guy before, not even when I was barely a teenager and
especially not when I was dressed to kill! I didn't really know what to say
since he was the one paying for my time. I didn't want to make an offer to
him and then suddenly it flashed through my mind that maybe he was an
undercover cop waiting for me to proposition him so he could arrest me on
prostitution charges! I felt goose bumps suddenly as a chill ran through
me. Even though I knew technically I was engaging in prostitution, to me
that wasn't what I was doing and I had never really considered the
possibility that I could be arrested. My heart began to pound as my overly
active imagination had me picturing myself in filthy jail cell filled with
whores waiting for my parents to come bail me out. God, this could be
terrible! We both sat there with this pregnant pause getting bigger by the
moment. Finally he seemed to take a deep breath and he asked in a soft
voice, "Kelly, would you like to come to my room with me?"
YES! He wanted to fuck me! I had been just about to lose hope but now
all was good again. I tried to hold back my excitement – and my relief. At
that moment I would have gone to his room even if I wasn't escorting.
Normally this would be where I reminded him that I needed a "tip" to go
anywhere with him but with Dan I knew I didn't need to say anything. As
classy as he was I was sure he understand the rules and I wasn't going to
spoil the moment by unnecessary negotiating.
"I would love to Dan," I replied with a sexy smile on my face.
Dan had a look of relief come over him as if a sudden load had been lifted
from his shoulders. I almost smiled since what did he think I was going to
do, say no? Wasn't the point of going out with an escort instead of hitting
the bar scene so you knew you had a sure thing going? I kept my
composure though and tried to look as seductive as I could for him. Then
it struck me, maybe he had the same worries that I had and thought I
might have been an undercover cop looking to book a john! I giggled to
myself a bit at the thought of how maybe both of us had been worried
about the other.
Dan stood up and helped me from my chair and led me out of the
restaurant to the elevators. He had to put his key in a special slot to get to
his floor which told me we weren't going to just any old hotel room. On the
way up we stood there silently, like two strangers almost, waiting for our
floors. He didn't even have his hand on me! The elevator went to the top
floor and from the spacing of the room doors I figured he must have
booked a suite and sure enough, that's what it turned out to be. It was
bigger than my school apartment with a huge bedroom, large living area
and small kitchen. There was even a big hot tub set in a room off from the
bedroom! The room overlooked the shopping area which was not exactly
the New York Skyline but it was still pretty. The living area had a big
screen TV and an oversized plush couch which caught my eye
immediately. I slipped off my heels and flopped down on the couch on my
back with my dress gathered under me. I laid on my side on one elbow
with my ankles crossed. The tall slit in my dress let him have a view of
most of my topmost leg and of course I didn't bother doing anything to
rearrange it. I was hoping Dan would sit by me but he took up residence
in an armchair facing the couch. He crossed his legs, put his hands on
the arms of the chair, and just looked at me as if he was uncertain what to
do next.
"Wow, nice place you have here Dan," I said in a cheerful voice, trying to
put him at ease. Dan smiled slightly, just the corners of his mouth raising.
He looked like he wanted to say something so I just kept quiet and let him
compose himself. In a soft voice he started telling me more intimate
details about his wife than he had during dinner. They had been married
now for over 20 years and while she had never really been wild in bed, it
was satisfactory for him at first. However, over the years it became less
and less until now it was something they did maybe a few times a year
and even then it was just boring for him. She was a virgin when they
married and was raised thinking sex was something a woman was
expected to do for her husband but that was about it. It was missionary
only, no oral ever. They both had gained some weight over the years but
while for him it just filled out his frame bit, she had almost doubled in size
since their marriage. He said he still loved her but just wasn't turned on
when he saw the bulges of fat and her sagging breasts. He was always
afraid to even look at other woman because she was so insanely jealous
although on trips out of town he went to strip clubs and then back to his
hotel to masturbate, dreaming of being with a girl like the ones he saw
there. He had considered going to a whore in the past but concerns over
disease was the biggest deterrent plus he wasn't sure if he could pay for
sex. Finally one of his friends in a similar situation had confided to him
about how he had gone out with an escort from an agency and what a
great time he had. Sure they were technically whores but it wasn't like you
were going to a brothel or picking up a streetwalker.
At this point my ears perked up a bit. Hmmmmm, so he considered me a
whore? I have always proudly worn the label of "slut" but "whore" seemed
so degrading. I liked the phrase "escort" and it may be semantics but to
me there was quite a difference. I could still refuse to have sex with him
tonight and there was nothing he could say since he only booked an
evening with me, not sex. Sure I might be paid but the agency had paid
me to have dinner with him so out contract had been fulfilled. If I decided
to have sex with Dan tonight it would be because I wanted to whether he
tipped me or not. I wasn't in this for the money, I wanted the experience
and the thrill! I guess if he considered me a whore I would just have to live
with it though although if I got the chance I was going to educate him on
the subject better. I think Dan was ready to give me his full confessional
but honestly I wasn't here to be his analyst so I finally cut him off.
"So tell me then Dan, do I turn you on?" I murmured as I stretched out on
the couch which let the dress fall off my legs.
"Oh my god yes Kelly, you look incredible in that dress!" he responded
with a smile.
I looked at him and wrinkled my nose. "I don't think my being a whore is
what bothers you, is it? You're worried about your wife and what she
would think, aren't you?"
He started in on how he had never cheated on her and always been
faithful to her even if he did fantasize about being with other women when
he was in bed with her. He started to say how he wasn't sure if could go
through with this but I was horny and just having dinner wasn't my game
plan for the evening!
"Dan, your wife deserves to be cheated on for not keeping herself
desirable for you," I started out, "You have needs that she should fulfill.
She's being unfaithful to you actually so don't worry about her. Think
about yourself, think about your needs, your desires, your dreams and
fantasies. Let me satisfy them, let me be your dream girl for just one
night."
He licked his lips and I knew he wanted me, it was just getting him to go
over the edge and make the first move. I lifted my bare leg up and put my
foot on my knee, letting my dress slide down until my entire leg was
showing. I pulled it up higher to reveal my thong which was pulled tightly
to my pussy making my pussy lips appear clearly outlined in the thin
material. I started to rub myself through the thong, pressing on my clit and
reaching down between my legs. I closed my eyes and rolled on my back.
I lifted my inside leg up onto the top of the couch and pulled my thong to
one side with one hand while I started to play with myself with the other. I
heard him take a deep breath when I inserted one finger inside of me and
moaned softy as I felt the wetness inside. For the next 15 minutes or so I
masturbated on the couch as if I was home alone on my bed or in the
family room with my parents. I kept my eyes shut and never even looked
over to where Dan was sitting. I wondered what he would have thought
though if he knew what I was dreaming about as I laid there with my
hands between my legs? At least I kept my wits about not to say, "Oh
daddy!" when I came!
After my first orgasm I was now as hot and horny as ever! I wanted to cum
again but not with my fingers this time. I opened my eyes and looked over
at Dan. He was shifting in his chair but there was no mistaking the bulge
in his dress pants! I got up off of the couch and pulled my dress up and
over my head leaving me standing there barefooted wearing nothing but
my thong. I cupped my breasts and lifted them up and squeezed them,
feeling my hard nipples between my fingers. I walked over to Dan and
gently pushed his legs apart so I could kneel down on the floor in front of
him. Without saying a word I slowly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his
pants, and spread the flaps open. He was wearing boxers, thank
goodness, and I was able to easily reach in through them to find his warm
hard cock waiting for me. Dan's hands were still on the arms of the chair
and he wasn't moving an inch yet as I ran the tips of my polished
fingernails up and down his hard shaft. He wasn't very big, maybe six
inches at most, but his head was larger than average in comparison to the
rest of his dick. Even though he had obviously showered and used
cologne, I smell his crotch odor as it slowly made it sway from his open
pants and I breathed in deeply to savor the musky aroma. I looked up at
him and smiled. We were both still silent as statues as I kept my eyes
locked on his while I lowered my head to his crotch where I took his sooth
cock gently in my mouth. I started to softly suck on the head while
playing my tongue around it. It occurred to me then that my mouth was
the first one to ever hold his cock as his wife wouldn't suck him! I
encircled the base of his cock between my thumb and forefinger, holding it
upright so I could suck him easily. Mmmmmm he tasted so good! My
wet tongue run up and down his shaft, going from the very base where it
met his crotch to the tip where the hole was. Then I licked my lips and ran
them up and down his shaft, using my tongue to tickle him as I moved up
and down. He was nice and wet now so I started some serious sucking. I
bobbed my head up and down on him, taking more of him in with each
stroke and then burying my face in his thick pubic hair as I took all of him
in my mouth. His cock was surrounded by one of the thickest bushes of
curly stiff hair I had ever had the pleasure to bury my face in. My face was
pressed against his crotch and I sucked his entire cock until he finally
couldn't take it any more and had to say something to break out silence.
"Oh….my….god," he groaned, saying it over and over again and then
finally, "That is just soooo incredible. God that feels sooooo good!"
I let him loose just long enough to ask, "So how does it feel to have your
cock sucked for the first time?"
"Ohhhhh, better than I dreamed, " he moaned, "Always wanted
this……always dreamed of it…..god please don't stop…….that's it – just
like that!!!!"
I was working him with every trick in my arsenal. My hands were on his
thighs as my head weaved and bobbed around his dick, twisting around
his cock and slurping my tongue against it. I reached under him and
cradled his hairy balls in my hand and gently rolled them with my fingers
as I sucked him. His hands finally left the damn chair and he ran his
fingers through my hair, sending chills down my spine! I took him all the
way in my mouth and he groaned out load and pushed my head firmly
down onto him as if trying to keep me from letting him out of my mouth. I
needed some air though and pushed up against him just in time to keep
from gagging but I went down on him again and gently gripped the base of
his cock with my teeth, teasing him as I rotated my head around his dick. I
had enough experience with cocks in my mouth to realize that he was
about to cum but I didn't want him to. Somehow I didn't take Dan for the
multiple orgasm type and I had more plans for him than just a blowjob!
I stopped sucking him and started to pull his pants down. He lifted himself
up enough to let me get them off. He was a little overweight as he had
admitted before but his ass was still pretty firm. It didn't matter anyway as
his cock still worked and that was all I really cared about. I pulled his
pants and boxers down to his ankles but left the rest of his clothes on. I
turned around and pulled my thong down to my ankles without bending my
knees so he got a great view of my ass and pussy from the rear. Stepping
out of the thong I reached between my legs for his cock. I sat down on his
lap as I guided his cock to my soaking wet pussy. As small as he was he
easily slid into me and I felt my bare bottom meet his hairy lap.
Speaking of small (and forgive me for the tangent), does size really
matter? As far as I am concerned it is not nearly as important as guys
seem to think. I like a fat cock to fuck me but a smaller one to suck so the
average guy probably is best overall. Big cocks look great on porn films I
guess but have you ever tried to swallow one? I like to feel more than the
equivalent of a finger in me so a fat cock definitely feels better but in the
end I can cum regardless of what size he is and I have found size has
nothing to do with how much cum he gives me (the more the better!). For
me the only problem with a smaller dick like Dan's is that it limits some of
the things I can do with him while we fuck. Sometimes I loved to bounce
on a guy's lap while he fucks me but with Dan it more of a rocking motion
because every time we got too carried away he would slip out of me and I
would have to get myself started all over again. Every time we changed
positions he popped out and we had to get him back in again whereas a
longer guy can stay in me the whole time. A last comment is that I find it
interesting that except for the obvious huge cock, sift size is not a good
indicator of the erected length. I have had several guys that initially
disappointed me but then almost doubled in size or more after they got
going so I have learned not to judge a guy when he is soft or in the water
("shrinkage" as they say in Seinfeld!).
We had made it to the bedroom and he was fucking me in the traditional
missionary style when the phone next to the bed rang. A panicked look
came to his face.
"Oh my god, that has to be my wife," he whispered as if she could hear
him. "I'm sorry, I HAVE to answer it or she will know something is going
on."
At first I thought he was going to keep fucking me while he spoke to her
which would have been super erotic so far as I was concerned. But to my
disappointment he pulled out of me and sat on the side of the bed. He
was naked by now and I listened to him talking to his wife as he faced
away from me. I slowly played with myself as I listed to him tell her about
his day and how bored he was tonight. It was hard to keep from laughing
when he said he loved her and missed her. Here he was fucking a girl
half his age and telling his wife he loved her. Well if my future husband
ever did this to me I know what I would do to the bastard! Oh well, if Dan
wanted me more than his wife then who was I to complain? I really did
believe what I had told him earlier in that it was her fault as much as his
for not keeping herself desirable for him.
Dan finally hung up and turned to me with a look of guilt on his face. I also
noticed his erection had shriveled like someone had thrown cold water on
it. I had a bad feeling he was about to throw in the towel but I wanted him
to cum for me first, all the more if anything since listening to him tell his
wife how much he missed her and wanted her. I knew it was all a lie and I
wanted to make him finally do what he had always dreamed of doing and
cheat on her in the final and most intimate way possible – by giving me the
sperm he should be saving for her. I wanted him to cum in me so that for
the rest of his life, even if he never cheated again. he would always know
he had once mated with another woman and thus broken his vows and
betrayed his wife in the most blasphemous way possible!
"Uh, Kelly….." he started out but I cut him off.
"Fuck me Dan," I said in a demanding voice. No more submissive Kelly! I
was taking control and getting what I wanted from him, taking something
from him he could never get back. I wanted to prove to myself that I could
make him do what he was now having second doubts about, that I could
seduce him with my body and make him lust for me so bad he would
forget his vows to his wife and want only me, even if only for the moment.
"Fuck me dammit," I repeated as I grabbed his cock and started to stroke
it. "You know you want me……you know you want to fuck my young
pussy……..you know you want me more than your fat wife." He closed his
eyes and sighed and I knew I had him! I pushed him onto his back with
his legs hanging over the edge of the bed still and straddled his waist.
"Does your wife fuck you like this?" I said seductively as I took his
suddenly hard cock in my hand and guided it to my hungry pussy. "Does
she let you treat her like a whore?"
Dan's eyes were still closed but he was hard as a rock so I knew he
wanted me. He groaned over and over as I fucked his cock.
"Ohhhhhhhhh…… god help me, I'm so sorry Susan…….oh yes I want to
fuck you!"
He hadn't told me her name before and even on the phone he had not
called her my name so this was the first time I knew his wife's name. I
always ask guys I chat with for the names of their wife and kids. It seems
so much more personal and erotic to use their names when we chat rather
than just saying "your wife" or "your son". I love it when a guy uses his
wife's name when he tells me how much he would over to fuck me and
cheat on her or when he uses his daughter's name as he describes how
he would like to make incestual love with her.
"That's it Dan," I encouraged him, "Tell me what you want, tell me how
much more you want me more than Susan."
He moaned as I ground my ass into his crotch in a circular motion, rubbing
his cock all around inside my pussy. "This is soooo wrong…….God I want
to fuck you….. feels so damn good!"
I got up and let him slip out of me. Moving to the center of the bed I got in
my hands and knees with my ass facing him. I spread my legs to give him
a good view of my asshole and freshly fucked cunt. He finally smiled and
came in behind me holding his wet cock.
"Shit I always wanted to fuck a girl this way," he whispered as he pushed
up against me from behind. Well, a few seconds later his wish came true
as he fucked me doggie style. His hands grabbed me by the hips and he
pulled and pushed me to match his thrusts and I could feel as well as hear
his body slapping up against my ass as he rammed his cock into me. He
fucked me this way for a while and then flipped me over on my back
again. He put his hands under me and grabbed my butt to lift me up off
the bed. My legs were over his shoulders as he lifted my ass up to his
cock as he knelt before me. Somehow he bent his stiff cock over enough
to get it in me and I could feel its warmth deep inside my stomach.
"Take it girl…..fuck you and your teasing," he said, his lust obviously now
overriding any anxieties he may have had before. 'I'm going to cum all
over you….. show you what a fucking whore you are…….dirty little slut!"
Well, that wasn't what I had hoped for exactly but at least he was now into
it again! Suddenly he dropped me to the bed and started stoking his cock.
Almost instantly he spewed a huge shot of cum that hit me in the face! I
wasn't ready for anything that far and fortunately it didn't hit me in the
eyes. The next couple of shots made it to my boobs and the rest was on
my stomach as he leaned over me and pumped the cum from his cock.
Then he suddenly leaned over and shoved himself back into me and
released the last couple of loads inside me! They weren't much in terms
of volume but it was the thought that counts as they say! I took my hand
and wiped the cum on my face into my mouth and then stuck out my
tongue so he could see his cum on it before swallowing it down. He was
down on his elbows trying to keep from crushing me as his cock twitched
in my pussy. Finally he couldn't hold himself up and he rolled over in the
bed and laid on his back, his cock glistening with our cum. I looked down
at me and saw I was an absolute mess! I was covered in cum! He must
not have cum for the past week from the load he had unleashed on me not
to mention what he had deposited inside of me.
His eyes were closed and for a moment I thought he was going to go to
sleep but he started to main softly as he caught his breath. I figured that
was about all I was going to get from him but there was no way I could get
dressed like this! I quickly ran out to get my clothes and then back into the
bathroom where I turned on the shower. Stepping under the hot stream,
his cum seemed to congeal on me but with some soap and a wash clothe
I was soon clean again. My hands began to wander over myself as the
warmth of the water struck my boobs and drained between my legs. I had
been so intent on getting him to fuck me that I had not cum and I needed it
– badly! I leaned against the shower stall wall and masturbated until
finally I felt the surge beginning in me that I craved. IU thought about him
talking to his wife, how I had seduced him into cheating on her even when
he wasn't sure he wanted to. I came hard as I imagined her walking in the
bedroom and seeing her loyal husband drilling a girl half her age, fucking
her in ways she would never do for him, doing things to him she would
never consent to. Finally I turned off the eater and sat down on the toilet
set, my legs unsteady from the emotion and electricity of my orgasm.
Finally my head cleared enough to stand and I put on my dress, leaving
my damp thong on the sink for him as a remembrance of the girl he
deceived his wife for. I put on my sneakers since I didn't trust myself
balancing on my stilettos and went back into the bedroom.
To my surprise, Dan was not in the bedroom and I found him in the loving
room with a hotel robe wrapped around him and the phone to his ear. He
was facing away from me but I could hear him talking.
"No, everything's OK honey, I just wanted to call you and tell you I love
you……..Yea, I miss you too baby…………No really, I'm OK. Nothing's
wrong so stop worrying."
Damn! He must have been on one hell of a serious guilt trip. My coat and
purse were on the table next to door and I saw a stack of hundred dollar
bills next to my purse. I drew in a deep breath as I counted out ten bills!!
Well, if this was how he was managing his guilt who was I to argue!
Based on the way my stuff was laid out by the door and his position in the
room I had a feeling he wasn't looking for anything lese from me so I
quietly let myself out and went down to the elevator. I called the taxi on
my cell phone while I waited for the car to arrive. He was suppose to be
nearby so hopefully by the time I got down it would be waiting for me. Just
as the elevator doors were about to close a guy jumped in with me. I
could tell in an instant he was drunk – he smelled like a brewery. His
clothes were a mess and his ties was undone. I pressed against the wall
opposite him as he leered at me. I had a full coat in and there was
nothing he could see of my dress or anything but I think at that moment all
it mattered to him was that I was female! My heart began to pound and I
was about to reach for the alarm button when it looked like he was going
to make a move but fortunately the car stopped and an elderly couple
joined us. They stood between us and I say her nose wrinkle at the
disgusting example of human being in the corner. We finally reached the
first floor and I quickly made my way to the lobby where the taxi driver was
waiting for me. The drunk was behind me but he turned away as the
driver escorted me out to his cab. I thanked him for being so prompt and
inside I was even more thankful as I had no idea what might have
happened if he hadn't been there.
He didn't say another word to me the entire way home. He dropped me
off at the dorm and I quickly made my way back to my room. My roomie
was sleeping when I got in but evidently not very soundly as she woke up
when I shut the door.
"Wow Kelly, out late tonight aren't you?" she asked.
I was really happy now I had taken the time to shower. I could imagine
what she would have said if she had smelled his sex on me! We
exchanged some small talk and soon she was asleep again. I undressed
and laid in bed, contemplating the night I had just experienced. All in all it
was definitely an evening to remember. I would have loved to be able to
be invisible and watch Dan meeting his wife when he got home! It would
be interesting to know if this caused him to go out and cheat on her more
or if he was so guilty after the first time he never could work up the
courage again. Secretly I was hoping for the latter. It made me feel so
hot and naughty to think I would always be his fantasy girl, the only girl he
had ever fucked besides his wife, the girl who did all the things he wanted,
the sexiest girl he had ever known!
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