Subject: My Fourth Escort Job - Guilty Husband (MF, oral)
Diary Date: March 12, 2005
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
reality, get professional help - FAST!
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Although I wrote this to stand on its own as much as possible, it might help to
understand things better if you read my previous diary entries at
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly85/. The "About Me" directory also has a
lot more information about me as well if you're interested.
Summary:
So far in my short escorting career, the guys had all been looking for something
they weren't getting at home and as a result, didn't feel bad about having to
get it elsewhere. Dan loved his wife but he was desperate to have sex the way
he'd always dreamed about it. It made of ran interesting combination of lust
and guilt.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 � My Life as A Professional Escort
Chapter 2 � Dinner and Dancing
Chapter 3 � Guilty Sex
Chapter 1 � My Life as A Professional Escort
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With three escort jobs under my belt (or should I say under my skirt?) I was
excited to try another "client".
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 forty, 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 ten 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 ten years yet he had four children, three by previous marriages and a
fifteen 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 third 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 ten 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 two 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!
Chapter 2 � Dinner and Dancing
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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 six 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.
Being only twenty, 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 second base. I'm 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?"
Chapter 3 � Guilty Sex
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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 twenty 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've 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's 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 fifteen 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 me enough 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.
Dan dick wasn't very big, maybe six inches at most, but his cock 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.
Dan's dick 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?"
"Ohhhh, 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 considerable 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 Dan 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, Dan 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 long coat on 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 was pounding 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!
THE END