Bec3 It Ain t Over Til It s OverChapter 19 The Wrong Rabbit Hole
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When I was a little kid my favorite story was “Alice In Wonderland.” I’d have my parents read it to me all the time. I’m pretty sure it drove them crazy constantly having to read and re-read the adventures of Alice, as she foolishly followed the rabbit down that hole. My most vivid recollection of all the times my parent’s read it to me was when I was about six-years-old. I remember my dad shutting that book, staring me straight in my eyes and saying, “Never go down the rabbit hole.”
I laughed and told him that I was too big to fit in one.
He smiled as he tussled my hair and said, “You’ll know what I mean when you’re older.”
He then turned out the lights, as I went to bed.
Three days later he moved out of the house, and I never wanted to hear that story again.
The older I got I learned my dad jumped down the rabbit hole headfirst. He had numerous affairs. He fucked friends of my mom, my little brother’s teacher, and numerous hookers. It was tough to learn that the image that I had of my father was nothing like he was in real life.
I swore that I would never be like him. I swore that I’d never go down the rabbit hole. I swore that the day I got married. I swore that the day my two sons were born. It’s something I swore the moment I wake-up in the morning, and right before I’d go to sleep.
But man was it hard. I had thoughts. I had desires. I had fantasies. And none of them were about my wife. They were about girls at work, my son’s girlfriends, and random girls I saw.
Yet I was always able to contain myself, and my fantasies remained fantasies. While I teetered on the edge of the rabbit hole, I still had not dived in. To appease the desires swirling throughout my head I would a number of things. I’d have sex with my wife, jerk-off to porn, and look at pictures on the various escort sites while stroking my hard cock.
But that was all I would do. While I desperately wanted to enjoy the company of a younger woman, I dared not. I was afraid. I was afraid I’d get a disease. I was afraid I’d have a run in with her pimp. I was afraid I’d get arrested. I was afraid I’d lose everything that I had, and everyone in my life. I was afraid I’d end up like my father.
My name is Kurt Branigan and this story is how that ended up happening.
To understand the cause, I need to talk about my youngest son and his girlfriend. When these events took place, my son, Mark was sixteen. He loved photography and film. His goal in life was to be a great director or photographer. At this point in time, his favorite subject was his sixteen-year-old girlfriend Jenny.
I have to admit I was proud of Mark. He landed himself a hottie. She was five foot three, had long blonde hair, and a tight 32A-24-28 body. She had a great personality. She was very outgoing. Ran track. Volunteered at the hospital. And had this smile, you know the kind that brightened any room she walked into. She was definitely more beautiful than any girl I dated when I was his age.
My wife and I both loved her. She thought they were so cute together. Her phone was filled with pictures of the two of them. Candid ones of them sitting on the couch, and posed ones before they went out on dates. She told me that she took all those pictures to remind her of what love was like before reality set in. I personally think she took them to remind her what it was like for the two of us before everything became “real.”
For those of you who are married, you know it’s a full time job. Over time love begins to slowly erode. Some find themselves growing apart. You both want out of the relationship but are too afraid to leave. That’s where we were. We liked each other, but our passion for each other was pretty much non-existent. Our sex life was now an every other Saturday obligation. We didn’t enjoy it. We just did it. That’s why whenever I had the house to myself or thought everyone was asleep I’d turn on the computer, pull out my healthy sized cock, and stroke it while watching porn or scouring the escort sites.
I very rarely have the house to myself. When I do it’s like winning the fucking lottery. Like the lottery you never know when the odds are going to be in your favor. But on the particular Saturday, this story takes place the stars were aligned in my direction. It started with my son Mark telling me that he was going muddin’ and camping with his buddy, Toad. It seems that Toad’s parents bought him a brand new truck, and they wanted to take it to the limits. After he took off my wife complained that he took enough food to last a week, but forgot his phone and a change of underwear. I just laughed and said, “At least he grabbed the essentials, Dorito’s and beef jerky.”
My wife gave me the evil eye as she said, “How will he call us if there’s an emergency?”
I replied, “Toad has a phone.”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she just walked out of the room. It was here of avoiding an argument, yet still saying she was mad at me. This time was a little different. Minutes later she stormed back into the kitchen and started going off on me. Basically telling me that it was beyond disrespectful that I turned her concern for our son’s safety into a joke. I sat there while she verbally scolded me, showing no emotion while mean and nasty words flew out of her mouth. Then she broke down and cried. Through the tears she apologized for what she said. Again I sat there, and said, “It’s okay.”
This set her off. She started screaming that I should yell at her the way she yells at me.
I looked at her and said, “No.”
She stormed out of the kitchen, and upstairs to our room. About ten minutes later she came downstairs holding an overnight bag. Told me she needed some time away from me, and if I needed her, she’d be at her sister’s house. She told me where she was going for one reason, and one reason only, so later that evening I could go over there and beg her to come home. And like a sap I probably would. See it is easier to be in a relationship that lacks passion then it is to be in no relationship at all.
After she left I waited an hour to open my laptop, on the rare chance she’d change her mind and come home. I didn’t want her to catch me looking at porn or perusing escort sites. I fear it would lead to a greater argument, or worse, her kicking me out of the house. I didn’t want that to happen.
What I wanted to do was stroke my cock while I imagined myself fucking some young, barely legal slut. The anticipation was killing me. But when the timer inside my head went off, I opened my laptop, went to a porn site, took out my cock and stroked it while watching some lucky dude fuck a hot a blonde. I admit I came rather quickly.
As I showered, I came to the sad realization that jerking-off was not enough. I wanted something more. I wanted to fuck a woman younger than my wife. I wanted to fuck someone who wasn’t my wife. I decided I was finally going to see an escort. My cock once again got hard at the mere thought of it. I soaped it up and started stroking as I teetered ever closer to the edge of the rabbit hole, as I shot my hot load all over the shower.
Thirty minutes later, I once again sat at my computer and started searching the escort boards. After reading review, after review, I was even more confused. I didn’t know whom I wanted to see. There were so many options. However, one review stood above all the others. It was for Elsa Marie, the newest barely legal girl from an agency called “High End Girls.”
One of the most respected reviewers on the board called her a sexual dynamo, and mentioned that she would do anything to make sure the client was happy. I then sat there reading all of her glowing reviews, and decided she was the one I wanted to see.
So I messaged the High End account and inquired about her availability. Minutes later they pinged me back, telling me to call them at the number included in the message.
To say I was nervous would be an understatement. My body shook as I punched in each number. As the phone rang I wanted to hang-up, but my desire kept me on the line. After what seemed to be an infinite number of rings a man’s voice popped up on the other end.
“Hello,” he said.
“Is this High End Girls?” I asked with a slight stutter.
“Yes,” he said.
“I was wondering if Elsa Marie might be available?” I asked.
“Have you seen any of the girls before?” He asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Do you have any references?” he asked.
“No,” I once again replied.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Kurt Branigan,” I replied.
“How did you find out about us?” he asked.
“The Escort Board,” I replied.
“What’s your screen name?” he asked.
“Mordor,” I replied.
“Lord of the Rings fan?” he asked with a laugh.
“Kinda,” I replied. “It’s my oldest son’s favorite movie.”
“Cool,” he said. “What do you do for a living?”
“I own Branigan Construction Software,” I said.
“Sounds like we’re both entrepreneurs,” she said laughing.
“I guess,” I replied.
“I found your company’s website,” he said. “I just sent you an email, please reply to it.”
I opened Outlook on my computer and saw an email from . I opened it. The message contained the phrase, “Yo.”
I hit reply, typed in the phrase “Yo,” and hit send.
A second later the voice on the other end said, “Looks like you’re who you say you are. I’m going to text you pics of all our girls then try to get a hold of Elsa.”
“Great,” I said.
“If she’s not available I highly recommend Brittany Sunshine. She looks like Brittany Spears, but Brittany Spears in her prime, not Brittany Spears of today.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied.
“Cool,” he said. “Text me back after you get the pics and let me know if we can get something going. And please note all of our models are eighteen and over.”
“I will,” I said.
“Cool,” he said. “Sending as soon as I hang-up.”
“Thank you,” I replied right before he disconnected.
Seconds later the pictures started pinging my phone. First, there was Brittany, and yes she looked like a young Brittany Spears. Then there was Allison; she was a blonde that had that sexy young collegiate look. Next was Zoey; she was a petite brunette with long hair. The final pics to hit my phone were of Elsa Marie, and there was a big problem with her, she was Jenny, my son’s sixteen-year-old girlfriend.
I stared at her sexy pictures. Part of me felt guilty. The other part was highly aroused. I’m not going to lie I’ve wanted to fuck her since my son brought her home the first time. But there was no way she’d ever fall for the advances of a middle-aged man, especially if that man was her boyfriend’s dad.
This recent revelation changed everything. I could get what I finally wanted. I could get my son’s girlfriend, but I wasn’t going to pay for it. I texted back the escort agency and politely told them my wife just texted me that she was on her way home. They understood, and told me I could book anytime.
I then picked-up my son’s phone. My hands shook as I typed in his password. I then hit the text icon, hit his girlfriend’s name and typed, “Wanna hang?”
Seconds later she responded with a bunch of different emoji’s, which I took as a yes.
I then emailed her sexiest pic to my home my laptop, printed it out, jerked off and sprayed my cum all over it in anticipation of the events I was hoping were about to happen.
After cleaning myself off I sat on the couch playing “Words with Friends,” wondering when she’d arrive. Thirty minutes later the doorbell finally rang. I shook as I sprinted to the door. When I saw her my jaw dropped to the ground. Her blonde hair was moving with the wind, her jeans looked a little too tight, and her blouse was a little too loose. She looked really hot.
“Where’s Mark?” she asked as I let her in.
“He went off with Toad,” I replied. “Something about taking a ride in his new truck.”
She pulled out her phone and started texting. I told her to wait in the family room while I went to the kitchen to grab her a soda. While in there I pulled out his phone, and typed, “Hanging with Toad for a few, wait there and I’ll be back soon,” before hitting send.
I then returned to the family room, with a bottle of water. When I handed it to her I asked, “How’s it going, Jenny?”
“Pretty good,” she said as she took a sip out of the bottle.
“Cool,” I replied. “Mark said you’re working at the mall?”
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Which store?” I asked.
“One of those kiosks in the center where you can buy cases for your phones,” she replied.
“Nice,” I said. “Why aren’t you working today?”
“They cut back on hours,” she said.
“That stinks,” I replied. “When I was your age I worked pretty much every weekend.”
“That must’ve sucked,” she said.
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “I would’ve killed to have as much free time as you kids do.”
“But now look at you, you own your company, have a car collection, and can do whatever you want,” she said.
“I still spend most of my time working,” I said.
“Are you working today?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “I was doing something else.”
“What?” she asked as she took another sip from the bottle.
“Surfing the internet,” I replied.
“Everyone does that,” she said.
“True,” I said as I sat down next to her. “I love to go on there and find out new things.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like who makes the best pizza, science news, and my secret hobby,” I replied.
“Oooooh, what’s that?” she asked.
“It’s a secret,” I replied. “Do you have any secrets?”
“Not really,” she said. “What you see is what you get?”
I took a deep breath as I said, “Is that so Elsa Marie?”
Her faced turned pale white as that name escaped my lips. She just sat there not knowing what to do. I could tell that she was trying to think of something to say, but she hadn’t come up with it yet.
I took out my phone and showed her the pics her agency sent me. As I scrolled through them I said, “You don’t really work at the mall, do you?”
She shook her head no.
“Does my son know what you do?” I asked.
“No,” she whispered.
“How would he react if he knew the truth?” I asked as I stared her right in the eyes.
“He’d freak,” she said.
“What would your parents do if they knew your secret?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said as tears started falling down her face. “Are you going to tell them?”
“No,” I said. “If I did that everyone would know my secret.”
“That you like to fuck hookers,” she said trying to get the upper hand.
“That’s what they’d think,” I replied. “The truth of the matter is I’ve never seen an escort. I’ve been too chicken.”
“Oh, you’re a tourist,” she said with a slight giggle.
“What’s a tourist?” I asked.
“Men who visit the sites, call the agencies, but never book an appointment,” she said.
“That would be me,” I said. “But today I planned on making the transition from tourist to hobbyist, that is if you’ll do me the honor by being my first.”
I then took my wallet out of my pants pocket, opened it, took out five crisp one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. She looked conflicted as she took the money.
“It’s okay,” I said as I stroked her hair. “Today don’t think of me as Mark’s dad, and I won’t think of you as his girlfriend. Today we are just two people sharing a secret.”
After I said that she flashed me a wicked smile before leaning in to kiss me.
Seconds after our lips unlocked I said, “Please show me what happens during one of your appointments.”
She stood up from the couch and held out her hand. I latched onto it as I jumped up from the comfortable cushion. We then walked up the stairs to the room I share with my wife. As I sat on the edge of the bed, she stood in front of me and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and dropped it to the floor. As she turned her back toward me, stuck her ass in my face and started lowering her jeans I unzipped my pants and started playing with my rock hard cock.
She then got on her knees, slightly spread my legs, positioned herself between them, put her hand on my cock and started stroking it. As her hands moved up and down my long hard shaft I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you do this to my son?”
She laughed, as she said, “No. All we do is kiss.”
“I like kissing,” I said. “I want you to kiss my cock.”
She lowered her head, and then proceeded to kiss its tip. Her mouth then opened and started to engulf my member I couldn’t help but think how long it’s been since I’ve had a blowjob. If I had to guess it had been maybe five years or perhaps longer. As my member tickled her tongue I felt reinvigorated, like I’ve woken from a long slumber. I was consumed by passion. I wanted to experience everything that my life had been lacking. I was going to do everything with her that my wife wouldn’t let me.
So I grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her to deep throat my thick eight-inches of meat. I held her head in place as her gag reflex kicked in. I then let her loose and her mouth attacked my unit as if it was the last one on Earth. Up and down she went. I watched as it disappeared into her mouth, only to reappear a few seconds later. Her dick sucking skills were out of this world. I could only wonder how many men she pleasured to perfect them.
Several minutes later, I pulled her up and onto the bed. We stared into each other’s eyes before our lips locked. As our tongues wrestled I could only think of the time ITo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
I laughed and told him that I was too big to fit in one.
He smiled as he tussled my hair and said, “You’ll know what I mean when you’re older.”
He then turned out the lights, as I went to bed.
Three days later he moved out of the house, and I never wanted to hear that story again.
The older I got I learned my dad jumped down the rabbit hole headfirst. He had numerous affairs. He fucked friends of my mom, my little brother’s teacher, and numerous hookers. It was tough to learn that the image that I had of my father was nothing like he was in real life.
I swore that I would never be like him. I swore that I’d never go down the rabbit hole. I swore that the day I got married. I swore that the day my two sons were born. It’s something I swore the moment I wake-up in the morning, and right before I’d go to sleep.
But man was it hard. I had thoughts. I had desires. I had fantasies. And none of them were about my wife. They were about girls at work, my son’s girlfriends, and random girls I saw.
Yet I was always able to contain myself, and my fantasies remained fantasies. While I teetered on the edge of the rabbit hole, I still had not dived in. To appease the desires swirling throughout my head I would a number of things. I’d have sex with my wife, jerk-off to porn, and look at pictures on the various escort sites while stroking my hard cock.
But that was all I would do. While I desperately wanted to enjoy the company of a younger woman, I dared not. I was afraid. I was afraid I’d get a disease. I was afraid I’d have a run in with her pimp. I was afraid I’d get arrested. I was afraid I’d lose everything that I had, and everyone in my life. I was afraid I’d end up like my father.
My name is Kurt Branigan and this story is how that ended up happening.
To understand the cause, I need to talk about my youngest son and his girlfriend. When these events took place, my son, Mark was sixteen. He loved photography and film. His goal in life was to be a great director or photographer. At this point in time, his favorite subject was his sixteen-year-old girlfriend Jenny.
I have to admit I was proud of Mark. He landed himself a hottie. She was five foot three, had long blonde hair, and a tight 32A-24-28 body. She had a great personality. She was very outgoing. Ran track. Volunteered at the hospital. And had this smile, you know the kind that brightened any room she walked into. She was definitely more beautiful than any girl I dated when I was his age.
My wife and I both loved her. She thought they were so cute together. Her phone was filled with pictures of the two of them. Candid ones of them sitting on the couch, and posed ones before they went out on dates. She told me that she took all those pictures to remind her of what love was like before reality set in. I personally think she took them to remind her what it was like for the two of us before everything became “real.”
For those of you who are married, you know it’s a full time job. Over time love begins to slowly erode. Some find themselves growing apart. You both want out of the relationship but are too afraid to leave. That’s where we were. We liked each other, but our passion for each other was pretty much non-existent. Our sex life was now an every other Saturday obligation. We didn’t enjoy it. We just did it. That’s why whenever I had the house to myself or thought everyone was asleep I’d turn on the computer, pull out my healthy sized cock, and stroke it while watching porn or scouring the escort sites.
I very rarely have the house to myself. When I do it’s like winning the fucking lottery. Like the lottery you never know when the odds are going to be in your favor. But on the particular Saturday, this story takes place the stars were aligned in my direction. It started with my son Mark telling me that he was going muddin’ and camping with his buddy, Toad. It seems that Toad’s parents bought him a brand new truck, and they wanted to take it to the limits. After he took off my wife complained that he took enough food to last a week, but forgot his phone and a change of underwear. I just laughed and said, “At least he grabbed the essentials, Dorito’s and beef jerky.”
My wife gave me the evil eye as she said, “How will he call us if there’s an emergency?”
I replied, “Toad has a phone.”
She didn’t respond. Instead, she just walked out of the room. It was here of avoiding an argument, yet still saying she was mad at me. This time was a little different. Minutes later she stormed back into the kitchen and started going off on me. Basically telling me that it was beyond disrespectful that I turned her concern for our son’s safety into a joke. I sat there while she verbally scolded me, showing no emotion while mean and nasty words flew out of her mouth. Then she broke down and cried. Through the tears she apologized for what she said. Again I sat there, and said, “It’s okay.”
This set her off. She started screaming that I should yell at her the way she yells at me.
I looked at her and said, “No.”
She stormed out of the kitchen, and upstairs to our room. About ten minutes later she came downstairs holding an overnight bag. Told me she needed some time away from me, and if I needed her, she’d be at her sister’s house. She told me where she was going for one reason, and one reason only, so later that evening I could go over there and beg her to come home. And like a sap I probably would. See it is easier to be in a relationship that lacks passion then it is to be in no relationship at all.
After she left I waited an hour to open my laptop, on the rare chance she’d change her mind and come home. I didn’t want her to catch me looking at porn or perusing escort sites. I fear it would lead to a greater argument, or worse, her kicking me out of the house. I didn’t want that to happen.
What I wanted to do was stroke my cock while I imagined myself fucking some young, barely legal slut. The anticipation was killing me. But when the timer inside my head went off, I opened my laptop, went to a porn site, took out my cock and stroked it while watching some lucky dude fuck a hot a blonde. I admit I came rather quickly.
As I showered, I came to the sad realization that jerking-off was not enough. I wanted something more. I wanted to fuck a woman younger than my wife. I wanted to fuck someone who wasn’t my wife. I decided I was finally going to see an escort. My cock once again got hard at the mere thought of it. I soaped it up and started stroking as I teetered ever closer to the edge of the rabbit hole, as I shot my hot load all over the shower.
Thirty minutes later, I once again sat at my computer and started searching the escort boards. After reading review, after review, I was even more confused. I didn’t know whom I wanted to see. There were so many options. However, one review stood above all the others. It was for Elsa Marie, the newest barely legal girl from an agency called “High End Girls.”
One of the most respected reviewers on the board called her a sexual dynamo, and mentioned that she would do anything to make sure the client was happy. I then sat there reading all of her glowing reviews, and decided she was the one I wanted to see.
So I messaged the High End account and inquired about her availability. Minutes later they pinged me back, telling me to call them at the number included in the message.
To say I was nervous would be an understatement. My body shook as I punched in each number. As the phone rang I wanted to hang-up, but my desire kept me on the line. After what seemed to be an infinite number of rings a man’s voice popped up on the other end.
“Hello,” he said.
“Is this High End Girls?” I asked with a slight stutter.
“Yes,” he said.
“I was wondering if Elsa Marie might be available?” I asked.
“Have you seen any of the girls before?” He asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Do you have any references?” he asked.
“No,” I once again replied.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Kurt Branigan,” I replied.
“How did you find out about us?” he asked.
“The Escort Board,” I replied.
“What’s your screen name?” he asked.
“Mordor,” I replied.
“Lord of the Rings fan?” he asked with a laugh.
“Kinda,” I replied. “It’s my oldest son’s favorite movie.”
“Cool,” he said. “What do you do for a living?”
“I own Branigan Construction Software,” I said.
“Sounds like we’re both entrepreneurs,” she said laughing.
“I guess,” I replied.
“I found your company’s website,” he said. “I just sent you an email, please reply to it.”
I opened Outlook on my computer and saw an email from . I opened it. The message contained the phrase, “Yo.”
I hit reply, typed in the phrase “Yo,” and hit send.
A second later the voice on the other end said, “Looks like you’re who you say you are. I’m going to text you pics of all our girls then try to get a hold of Elsa.”
“Great,” I said.
“If she’s not available I highly recommend Brittany Sunshine. She looks like Brittany Spears, but Brittany Spears in her prime, not Brittany Spears of today.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied.
“Cool,” he said. “Text me back after you get the pics and let me know if we can get something going. And please note all of our models are eighteen and over.”
“I will,” I said.
“Cool,” he said. “Sending as soon as I hang-up.”
“Thank you,” I replied right before he disconnected.
Seconds later the pictures started pinging my phone. First, there was Brittany, and yes she looked like a young Brittany Spears. Then there was Allison; she was a blonde that had that sexy young collegiate look. Next was Zoey; she was a petite brunette with long hair. The final pics to hit my phone were of Elsa Marie, and there was a big problem with her, she was Jenny, my son’s sixteen-year-old girlfriend.
I stared at her sexy pictures. Part of me felt guilty. The other part was highly aroused. I’m not going to lie I’ve wanted to fuck her since my son brought her home the first time. But there was no way she’d ever fall for the advances of a middle-aged man, especially if that man was her boyfriend’s dad.
This recent revelation changed everything. I could get what I finally wanted. I could get my son’s girlfriend, but I wasn’t going to pay for it. I texted back the escort agency and politely told them my wife just texted me that she was on her way home. They understood, and told me I could book anytime.
I then picked-up my son’s phone. My hands shook as I typed in his password. I then hit the text icon, hit his girlfriend’s name and typed, “Wanna hang?”
Seconds later she responded with a bunch of different emoji’s, which I took as a yes.
I then emailed her sexiest pic to my home my laptop, printed it out, jerked off and sprayed my cum all over it in anticipation of the events I was hoping were about to happen.
After cleaning myself off I sat on the couch playing “Words with Friends,” wondering when she’d arrive. Thirty minutes later the doorbell finally rang. I shook as I sprinted to the door. When I saw her my jaw dropped to the ground. Her blonde hair was moving with the wind, her jeans looked a little too tight, and her blouse was a little too loose. She looked really hot.
“Where’s Mark?” she asked as I let her in.
“He went off with Toad,” I replied. “Something about taking a ride in his new truck.”
She pulled out her phone and started texting. I told her to wait in the family room while I went to the kitchen to grab her a soda. While in there I pulled out his phone, and typed, “Hanging with Toad for a few, wait there and I’ll be back soon,” before hitting send.
I then returned to the family room, with a bottle of water. When I handed it to her I asked, “How’s it going, Jenny?”
“Pretty good,” she said as she took a sip out of the bottle.
“Cool,” I replied. “Mark said you’re working at the mall?”
“Yeah,” she replied.
“Which store?” I asked.
“One of those kiosks in the center where you can buy cases for your phones,” she replied.
“Nice,” I said. “Why aren’t you working today?”
“They cut back on hours,” she said.
“That stinks,” I replied. “When I was your age I worked pretty much every weekend.”
“That must’ve sucked,” she said.
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “I would’ve killed to have as much free time as you kids do.”
“But now look at you, you own your company, have a car collection, and can do whatever you want,” she said.
“I still spend most of my time working,” I said.
“Are you working today?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “I was doing something else.”
“What?” she asked as she took another sip from the bottle.
“Surfing the internet,” I replied.
“Everyone does that,” she said.
“True,” I said as I sat down next to her. “I love to go on there and find out new things.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like who makes the best pizza, science news, and my secret hobby,” I replied.
“Oooooh, what’s that?” she asked.
“It’s a secret,” I replied. “Do you have any secrets?”
“Not really,” she said. “What you see is what you get?”
I took a deep breath as I said, “Is that so Elsa Marie?”
Her faced turned pale white as that name escaped my lips. She just sat there not knowing what to do. I could tell that she was trying to think of something to say, but she hadn’t come up with it yet.
I took out my phone and showed her the pics her agency sent me. As I scrolled through them I said, “You don’t really work at the mall, do you?”
She shook her head no.
“Does my son know what you do?” I asked.
“No,” she whispered.
“How would he react if he knew the truth?” I asked as I stared her right in the eyes.
“He’d freak,” she said.
“What would your parents do if they knew your secret?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” she said as tears started falling down her face. “Are you going to tell them?”
“No,” I said. “If I did that everyone would know my secret.”
“That you like to fuck hookers,” she said trying to get the upper hand.
“That’s what they’d think,” I replied. “The truth of the matter is I’ve never seen an escort. I’ve been too chicken.”
“Oh, you’re a tourist,” she said with a slight giggle.
“What’s a tourist?” I asked.
“Men who visit the sites, call the agencies, but never book an appointment,” she said.
“That would be me,” I said. “But today I planned on making the transition from tourist to hobbyist, that is if you’ll do me the honor by being my first.”
I then took my wallet out of my pants pocket, opened it, took out five crisp one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. She looked conflicted as she took the money.
“It’s okay,” I said as I stroked her hair. “Today don’t think of me as Mark’s dad, and I won’t think of you as his girlfriend. Today we are just two people sharing a secret.”
After I said that she flashed me a wicked smile before leaning in to kiss me.
Seconds after our lips unlocked I said, “Please show me what happens during one of your appointments.”
She stood up from the couch and held out her hand. I latched onto it as I jumped up from the comfortable cushion. We then walked up the stairs to the room I share with my wife. As I sat on the edge of the bed, she stood in front of me and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and dropped it to the floor. As she turned her back toward me, stuck her ass in my face and started lowering her jeans I unzipped my pants and started playing with my rock hard cock.
She then got on her knees, slightly spread my legs, positioned herself between them, put her hand on my cock and started stroking it. As her hands moved up and down my long hard shaft I couldn’t help but ask, “Do you do this to my son?”
She laughed, as she said, “No. All we do is kiss.”
“I like kissing,” I said. “I want you to kiss my cock.”
She lowered her head, and then proceeded to kiss its tip. Her mouth then opened and started to engulf my member I couldn’t help but think how long it’s been since I’ve had a blowjob. If I had to guess it had been maybe five years or perhaps longer. As my member tickled her tongue I felt reinvigorated, like I’ve woken from a long slumber. I was consumed by passion. I wanted to experience everything that my life had been lacking. I was going to do everything with her that my wife wouldn’t let me.
So I grabbed her by the back of her head and forced her to deep throat my thick eight-inches of meat. I held her head in place as her gag reflex kicked in. I then let her loose and her mouth attacked my unit as if it was the last one on Earth. Up and down she went. I watched as it disappeared into her mouth, only to reappear a few seconds later. Her dick sucking skills were out of this world. I could only wonder how many men she pleasured to perfect them.
Several minutes later, I pulled her up and onto the bed. We stared into each other’s eyes before our lips locked. As our tongues wrestled I could only think of the time ITo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
Uma
- 25.02.2021
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