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I'm Jodi and I met my darling husband Scott, while we were in college. Scott was studying business finance and was an excellent student. His ability to think outside the box while making investment decisions, helped him land a dream job in a large firm, right out of school. Things were going fantastic; Scott's career was taking off like a rocket, as he was very successful in helping clients choose the right investment for them, and soon was getting numerous referrals from client's that were elated with his attentiveness and his abilities to secure their financial futures.
His practice was growing and he was very successful, earning substantial fees and commissions. We wanted for nothing. We had our choice of the finest cars, a beautiful and spacious house, vacationing at all the hot spots, and eating at lavish restaurants. We had it all!
Suddenly the economy bottomed out, and Scott’s firm started downsizing. Although his practice was building rapidly, he was simply too new and his practice simply was not equal to others with more experience. They needed to let him go. At first we were not concerned. Scott received a great severance package. We felt we would be just fine, as we had substantial funds to live off of and we believed Scott should have a job in no time.
It wasn’t as easy as we thought. Scott kept getting rejections and our money was being depleted. Scott kept selling our investment portfolio and savings, to pay off the bills that were piling up. Things were so dire that it looked like we could soon lose the house that we so loved. Scott and I were constantly bickering over our financial issues. We hit rock bottom and neither of us knew what we could do to correct this situation.
My friends knew things were tough, but they had no idea just how serious it had become. Trying to help, my girl friends planned a night out that included dinner in the city and then maybe hit a few clubs after dinner. They knew I needed this, and although I knew we couldn’t afford it, I just couldn’t bring myself to say no. Because they were all still financially secure, the plans were to dine at Pastels, an upscale restaurant.
I chose a short dark maroon dress, with matching black strappy heels. The dress was styled as halter with the front plunged below my navel, barely covered my breasts wearing it sans bra and showing off my tight abs. I wore a barely there black lacy thong. Strange, but that night I wanted to feel especially sexy, sensuous, and hell, even erotic. I also slipped my sexy, toned legs into a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings, with a pretty lace band at the top. The skirt to my dress was tight and emphasized my great ass and tight tummy. I felt delicious!
As I made my way into town, I decided to stop for a drink at the Blackmore, a five star hotel a few blocks away from the restaurant.
I walked into the cocktail lounge of the hotel and found it to be fairly empty, except for a couple, totally involved with each other, and a couple of men sitting at the bar. I took a seat at the bar and when the bartender approached me I ordered a dry martini. As I was sipping my drink, totally preoccupied with our financial mess.
Soon the bartender approached me with another drink. I noticed my first was almost empty. He placed it on a coaster next to mine. Noticing my confusion, he simply smiled saying, “It’s from the gentleman on the other side of the bar.” I looked across to see a well dress man in his mid to late fifties. I smiled while raising my glass to to acknowledge his kind gesture.
With that, he approached me and asked if he could join me. Not being pressed for time, I thought I would engage him in conversation. I discovered he was in town for four days on some business. I have to admit that when he took a seat next to me, that I ever so slyly raised the hem of my dress, showing the dark lacy band of me sexy stockings. Damn I love to flirt!
His next words, however, just about knocked me to the floor, when he asked how much my company would be worth for the evening. I mean, what the hell? Show a little leg and suddenly the flirt is a whore? I gave him one hard and confused look when I sternly said,”EXCUSE ME?”
A look of total embarrassment came over his face as he leaned into me, and inquired further,“You mean you’re not a prostitute?”
I laughed and asked him, “What would make you think that?”
He stuttered and fidgeted in his seat, “Aw… well, I thought since you were all alone, and… I mean… you are dressed so sexy… I mean… I don' t know, I just thought you must be a working girl. I am so sorry for the misunderstanding.”
When I didn't bite his head off and giggled at the thought, he became a little more relaxed, as he laughed with me. Flattered, I inched the hem of my dress even higher. He placed his hand on my thigh and immediately I felt my hot cunt begin to slowly drool. What is this guy doing to me? I've always been the faithful, innocent little housewife. Actually, not so little standing 5'8” and with four inch heels … well, I always thought of myself as wholesome.
As we continued to drink and talk, he told me his name was Leo. I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer when I asked him, “So if I was actually a prostitute, how much would you be willing to pay me?” In the most flirtatious way possible he admitted that he was prepared to pay $700, to have dinner with “A beautiful woman like me.” Dinner would be followed by, what he promised would have been, a sexual adventure in his room afterward. I was shocked! I know I sat there with my mouth agape for several seconds.
But then, pointing to the ring on his finger, I asked, “Wouldn’t it have been much simpler and far less expensive, to just go home and fuck your wife?”
He said that actually was pretty frigid territory and further they haven’t been active in the bedroom for quite some time now. Even in more active sexual times, it was very vanilla. His wife even objected to oral; giving or receiving. She just found oral sex completely gross.
As our conversation continued, my mind kept returning to the $700 he would pay for sex. The thought of having sex with a total stranger and with no strings attached, I found was actually arousing me. Was I losing my mind? Was this some subconscious desire or fantasy? After another drink I couldn't resist any longer, and whispered in his ear, “I might not be a prostitute, but if you wanted to pay me that amount of money I would satisfy you in any way you wanted tonight.” Leo smiled at me telling me he would love to spend the evening with me.
With that, being the perfect gentleman, Leo took my hand, guiding me to the restaurant in the hotel, with his gentle hand on the small of my back. I could tell already that I loved his little acts of concern and affection. I don't know, but I just seemed to have this feeling of safety and protection with this man. He excused himself to use the restroom, affording me the chance to text my girlfriends to let them know that I was detained and would not be able to make dinner, but maybe I will meet them later at the club.
Leo and I really had a scrumptious dinner. Our conversation was easy and comfortable, like we were on a real date, with no hint of our business arrangement. This was helped along with him making me feel so at ease as soon after ordering, Leo moved his hand below the table cloth and onto my leg. His hand moved ever so slowly on my inner thigh. Our conversation was very interesting, offering no hint of the activity happening below the table. I continually parted my nylon clad legs and his soft hand made movements back and forth, searching ever higher.
He was very agile, as he dined with only one hand, and towards the end of the meal, he actually pushed my thong to the side and slide a finger into my steamy and needy cunt. As he signed for dinner under the watchful eye of our waiter, I had to mask my first release of the night. The sheer naughtiness of his ministrations to my womanhood in this public place was so arousing, that I actually flooded his hand with my gushing pussy nectar. As if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, Leo simply used his napkin to calmly dry his hand. I often wonder if the bus boy enjoyed my scent as he cleared the table later.
Leo had a bottle of wine sent up to his room, which was on the table chilling by the time we arrived. He removed his suit coat and opened the bottle of wine. As he poured us a glass, I notice just how attractive this man actually was. He stood about six foot four and although in his mid to late fifties, still looked quite fit and handsome. I suddenly had to jolt myself back to reality, as I thought, oh my god, what am I doing? I cannot have feelings for this man! This is just business.
Leo approached me and handed me my glass of wine. He then crossed the room and sat in the chair, instructing me to slowly undress; this was the first and only time all evening, that I truly felt like this was just business; the business of a whore! I slowly untied my halter top and simply let it fall, exposing my 36C boobs. He smiled in approval, as his lustful eyes leered over every curve of my semi-exposed body.
He took a sip of his wine and asked me, “So what is it? Why do I get this feeling that you are having some problems and are now pushed to the brink, to the point that you decided to take me up on my offer tonight?”
I stood before this stranger with down cast eyes and simply muttered, “I don't know. We are having some very real financial issues, but suddenly the whole idea of being your prostitute for just one night actually has me aroused. And, of course, the money certainly eases the embarrassment,” I giggled.
“Well, I knew there had to be a good reason why such a classy and attractive woman like you would take me up on my proposition.” With that I lowered my dress and wiggled it over my hips as it fell to the floor and pooled around my ankles. He moaned and smiled his approval, as I stood there in front of him in my black lacy thong, sexy sheer black nylons and black heels. I felt so exposed, but in a way, I also felt so delicious, like a cotton candy about to be devoured by this very attractive man.
I felt his lust filled stares, as he couldn’t look away from my sexily clad body. “Now the panties he said.” I looped my my fingers in either side of the waistband and I slowly lowered them over my womanly hips, exposing my waxed pussy. His eyes lit up with delight, as he readjusted himself in the chair. This was the first time I notice his bulge in his pants, that he ever so slowly stroked lightly through his trousers. “Oh I love a smooth pussy he blurted out.” As I went to remove my heels he stopped me, “No! Leave them on please, and the stockings,” he requested.
His wanton desire for me was obvious. “Fuck Jodi! He exclaimed, you were so hot in that dress, but my lord lady, your body is so very beautiful and sexy, I'm stunned. You are truly a goddess!”
I smiled and blushed at his obvious appreciation of how toned and fit I kept myself, as I thanked him. At this point Leo removed his slacks, shoes and socks, standing to approach me, but something inside me just flipped a switch. I strode up to him, placing my manicured hand on his chest and said softly, “Please, allow me.” I began unbuttoning his shirt lightly running my finger tips over his sexy abs and pecs.
“What if I give you a special treat, that I know my husband loves and you might even wish to participate.” Once fully naked, I positioned him on the foot end of the bed, as I took my position at the head end.
“So you like my body?” Not waiting for his reply, I continued, “You know, I do too,” as I cupped each full breast in my hands. I then licked my fingertip and ran it all over the now bumpy surface of my areola, causing the nipple to harden and extend in arousement. I could feel little electric impulses shooting from my nipple straight to my lubricating pussy. I repeated the same treatment to my other nipple.
I felt like such a sexy slut. I felt like a whore. Hell, I was a whore and I had never been so turned on in my life. This had to be some subconscious desire that I had held in check for years and that desire came raging to the surface, determined that this fantasy would be fulfilled.
Leo was licking his lips with desire and continued to lightly run his hand the length of his hard shaft. The embers I felt inside were slowly building into a burning need. I had never done this before any man except my husband, Scott, but I could not help myself. I needed to show Leo all of me! I needed to masturbate for this man and I proceeded to touch myself. Parting my labia, I ran the tips of my fingers along the entrance to my vaginal canal, coating them with my juices. He was mesmerized! God I loved being so very slutty! His cock was so hard and he admitted that he was hornier than a two peckered billy goat.
I proceeded to sink two fingers into my hot snatch, sawing slowly and then increasing the pace as I humped my pelvis like a bitch in heat. Showing Leo my body in such a provocative manner really had my juices flowing. I then curled my digits to the front of my womb, finding my spongy special spot. I was so on fire! I needed to cum and I needed Leo to witness my lustful wanton actions. I kept strumming my g-spot and the waves of my release came like a fucking freight train in the night! I strummed and humped like the whore I had become.
Watching me, Leo stroked his cock like a teenager and found his release. He had moved close to me and shot stream after stream of his hot cum, coating my neck and my heaving tits. When his hot release hit me it was like a white hot liquid and I followed my first orgasm with a second and a third, each building on the prior. My entire body was on fire! It was a fire I could not control, as I screamed through these orgasms, like a virgin finding her womanhood.
Being the perfect gentleman, he made a quick exit to the bathroom, while I lay recovering from my blissful release. When he returned he brought with him a warm wash cloth and a fluffy towel. With loving care he removed all remnants of his drying sperm from my neck and breasts. As he cleaned my body, I couldn't help but love his gentle touching and apparently it affected him also; his cock was recovering and hardened once again.
Leo moved off the bed as I lay there watching him walking over to his suit case. I watched as his hard dick swayed as he walked. Just seeing his aroused manhood, I became aware that my naughty fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and I was once again fingering myself. He retrieved something form his suit case and I watched as he opened a condom and unrolled it onto his dick.
The man moved onto the foot of the bed, removing my heels, he took my feet in his hands and massage each briefly before kissing his way north up my legs. He nibbled and kissed my legs as his hands continued to knead my calves and toned thighs. This act bordered on adoration of my long sexy stems, and I parted my legs, offering my once again overheating cunt to this man. Soon Leo he was at my entrance and with cock in hand, he rubbed the head of his dick up and down the lips of my pussy, coating the condom clad head with my juices. Slowly he guided his cock, spreading my pussy lips apart and he slid deep inside me. My lord this man knew how to make love to a woman!
Leo thrust in and out of me, as he fucked me slowly at first. I moaned in his ear, telling him how good his cock felt in my hot cunt, telling him how I wanted him to fuck me and make me cum all over his prick. The more I moaned and told him how good he felt, and how good he was, the pace of his thrusts became harder and deeper. The dirtier I spoke to Leo the harder he drove his cock into me, the louder he moaned. Then with a few hard deep thrusts, I felt his manhood repeatedly bump against my cervix with it throbbing intensely, as he shot his load into the condom.
I lay there feeling the full weight of this man on my spent body as we slowly recovered from our coupling, when I came to a realization. We were just two people helping each other out. He needed sex and I needed money.
Leo soon arose and went into the bathroom, when he came back out, he had on his robe and sat in the chair again as he sipped his wine. He beckoned me to come sit on his lap. My skin felt good against his soft robe. He then reached in his pocket and handed me a neatly folded stack of bills. “Jodi, I promised you $700 for accompanying me to dinner and then for sexual satisfaction. Baby I loved our relaxed dinner and fucking you was awesome, but you will find a little bonus for that hot performance, when we had that mutual masturbation session. That was so arousing; you are so arousing and one of the most sensual and erotic women I have ever been with. Go ahead sweet lady, count the money and make sure that this is an acceptable payment.”
I felt a little awkward counting the money in front of him, but peeled off ten crisp Franklins. Wow! I had just made $1,000! I kissed him and thanked him, with a tear escaping my left eye. “Thank you Leo. You have no clue how this will help ease our financial burden.”
With that, I got off his lap and went into the bathroom, where I freshened up, fixed my make up and got dressed. I walked out of the bathroom and thanked him again.
He asked me if he could contact me when he was in town again. As a rookie whore, I simply gave him my cell number, not wanting to miss a future opportunity to make more money; I knew then that I actually loved being a whore; the money was great and the sex had been awesome. My mind then wondered if all sexual encounters could possibly be this enjoyable.
I walked out of his room and was kind of amazed, at how after being so intimate with a man, you clean up and everything was so business like after that; everything back to normal, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
I left the hotel and went to the club to meet up with my friends. I laughed to myself when I bought a round of drinks, thinking to myself, if they only knew just how I made this money. And that folks was the start of what would turn out to be a new and lucrative career for me; housewife turned whore.
His practice was growing and he was very successful, earning substantial fees and commissions. We wanted for nothing. We had our choice of the finest cars, a beautiful and spacious house, vacationing at all the hot spots, and eating at lavish restaurants. We had it all!
Suddenly the economy bottomed out, and Scott’s firm started downsizing. Although his practice was building rapidly, he was simply too new and his practice simply was not equal to others with more experience. They needed to let him go. At first we were not concerned. Scott received a great severance package. We felt we would be just fine, as we had substantial funds to live off of and we believed Scott should have a job in no time.
It wasn’t as easy as we thought. Scott kept getting rejections and our money was being depleted. Scott kept selling our investment portfolio and savings, to pay off the bills that were piling up. Things were so dire that it looked like we could soon lose the house that we so loved. Scott and I were constantly bickering over our financial issues. We hit rock bottom and neither of us knew what we could do to correct this situation.
My friends knew things were tough, but they had no idea just how serious it had become. Trying to help, my girl friends planned a night out that included dinner in the city and then maybe hit a few clubs after dinner. They knew I needed this, and although I knew we couldn’t afford it, I just couldn’t bring myself to say no. Because they were all still financially secure, the plans were to dine at Pastels, an upscale restaurant.
I chose a short dark maroon dress, with matching black strappy heels. The dress was styled as halter with the front plunged below my navel, barely covered my breasts wearing it sans bra and showing off my tight abs. I wore a barely there black lacy thong. Strange, but that night I wanted to feel especially sexy, sensuous, and hell, even erotic. I also slipped my sexy, toned legs into a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings, with a pretty lace band at the top. The skirt to my dress was tight and emphasized my great ass and tight tummy. I felt delicious!
As I made my way into town, I decided to stop for a drink at the Blackmore, a five star hotel a few blocks away from the restaurant.
I walked into the cocktail lounge of the hotel and found it to be fairly empty, except for a couple, totally involved with each other, and a couple of men sitting at the bar. I took a seat at the bar and when the bartender approached me I ordered a dry martini. As I was sipping my drink, totally preoccupied with our financial mess.
Soon the bartender approached me with another drink. I noticed my first was almost empty. He placed it on a coaster next to mine. Noticing my confusion, he simply smiled saying, “It’s from the gentleman on the other side of the bar.” I looked across to see a well dress man in his mid to late fifties. I smiled while raising my glass to to acknowledge his kind gesture.
With that, he approached me and asked if he could join me. Not being pressed for time, I thought I would engage him in conversation. I discovered he was in town for four days on some business. I have to admit that when he took a seat next to me, that I ever so slyly raised the hem of my dress, showing the dark lacy band of me sexy stockings. Damn I love to flirt!
His next words, however, just about knocked me to the floor, when he asked how much my company would be worth for the evening. I mean, what the hell? Show a little leg and suddenly the flirt is a whore? I gave him one hard and confused look when I sternly said,”EXCUSE ME?”
A look of total embarrassment came over his face as he leaned into me, and inquired further,“You mean you’re not a prostitute?”
I laughed and asked him, “What would make you think that?”
He stuttered and fidgeted in his seat, “Aw… well, I thought since you were all alone, and… I mean… you are dressed so sexy… I mean… I don' t know, I just thought you must be a working girl. I am so sorry for the misunderstanding.”
When I didn't bite his head off and giggled at the thought, he became a little more relaxed, as he laughed with me. Flattered, I inched the hem of my dress even higher. He placed his hand on my thigh and immediately I felt my hot cunt begin to slowly drool. What is this guy doing to me? I've always been the faithful, innocent little housewife. Actually, not so little standing 5'8” and with four inch heels … well, I always thought of myself as wholesome.
As we continued to drink and talk, he told me his name was Leo. I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer when I asked him, “So if I was actually a prostitute, how much would you be willing to pay me?” In the most flirtatious way possible he admitted that he was prepared to pay $700, to have dinner with “A beautiful woman like me.” Dinner would be followed by, what he promised would have been, a sexual adventure in his room afterward. I was shocked! I know I sat there with my mouth agape for several seconds.
But then, pointing to the ring on his finger, I asked, “Wouldn’t it have been much simpler and far less expensive, to just go home and fuck your wife?”
He said that actually was pretty frigid territory and further they haven’t been active in the bedroom for quite some time now. Even in more active sexual times, it was very vanilla. His wife even objected to oral; giving or receiving. She just found oral sex completely gross.
As our conversation continued, my mind kept returning to the $700 he would pay for sex. The thought of having sex with a total stranger and with no strings attached, I found was actually arousing me. Was I losing my mind? Was this some subconscious desire or fantasy? After another drink I couldn't resist any longer, and whispered in his ear, “I might not be a prostitute, but if you wanted to pay me that amount of money I would satisfy you in any way you wanted tonight.” Leo smiled at me telling me he would love to spend the evening with me.
With that, being the perfect gentleman, Leo took my hand, guiding me to the restaurant in the hotel, with his gentle hand on the small of my back. I could tell already that I loved his little acts of concern and affection. I don't know, but I just seemed to have this feeling of safety and protection with this man. He excused himself to use the restroom, affording me the chance to text my girlfriends to let them know that I was detained and would not be able to make dinner, but maybe I will meet them later at the club.
Leo and I really had a scrumptious dinner. Our conversation was easy and comfortable, like we were on a real date, with no hint of our business arrangement. This was helped along with him making me feel so at ease as soon after ordering, Leo moved his hand below the table cloth and onto my leg. His hand moved ever so slowly on my inner thigh. Our conversation was very interesting, offering no hint of the activity happening below the table. I continually parted my nylon clad legs and his soft hand made movements back and forth, searching ever higher.
He was very agile, as he dined with only one hand, and towards the end of the meal, he actually pushed my thong to the side and slide a finger into my steamy and needy cunt. As he signed for dinner under the watchful eye of our waiter, I had to mask my first release of the night. The sheer naughtiness of his ministrations to my womanhood in this public place was so arousing, that I actually flooded his hand with my gushing pussy nectar. As if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, Leo simply used his napkin to calmly dry his hand. I often wonder if the bus boy enjoyed my scent as he cleared the table later.
Leo had a bottle of wine sent up to his room, which was on the table chilling by the time we arrived. He removed his suit coat and opened the bottle of wine. As he poured us a glass, I notice just how attractive this man actually was. He stood about six foot four and although in his mid to late fifties, still looked quite fit and handsome. I suddenly had to jolt myself back to reality, as I thought, oh my god, what am I doing? I cannot have feelings for this man! This is just business.
Leo approached me and handed me my glass of wine. He then crossed the room and sat in the chair, instructing me to slowly undress; this was the first and only time all evening, that I truly felt like this was just business; the business of a whore! I slowly untied my halter top and simply let it fall, exposing my 36C boobs. He smiled in approval, as his lustful eyes leered over every curve of my semi-exposed body.
He took a sip of his wine and asked me, “So what is it? Why do I get this feeling that you are having some problems and are now pushed to the brink, to the point that you decided to take me up on my offer tonight?”
I stood before this stranger with down cast eyes and simply muttered, “I don't know. We are having some very real financial issues, but suddenly the whole idea of being your prostitute for just one night actually has me aroused. And, of course, the money certainly eases the embarrassment,” I giggled.
“Well, I knew there had to be a good reason why such a classy and attractive woman like you would take me up on my proposition.” With that I lowered my dress and wiggled it over my hips as it fell to the floor and pooled around my ankles. He moaned and smiled his approval, as I stood there in front of him in my black lacy thong, sexy sheer black nylons and black heels. I felt so exposed, but in a way, I also felt so delicious, like a cotton candy about to be devoured by this very attractive man.
I felt his lust filled stares, as he couldn’t look away from my sexily clad body. “Now the panties he said.” I looped my my fingers in either side of the waistband and I slowly lowered them over my womanly hips, exposing my waxed pussy. His eyes lit up with delight, as he readjusted himself in the chair. This was the first time I notice his bulge in his pants, that he ever so slowly stroked lightly through his trousers. “Oh I love a smooth pussy he blurted out.” As I went to remove my heels he stopped me, “No! Leave them on please, and the stockings,” he requested.
His wanton desire for me was obvious. “Fuck Jodi! He exclaimed, you were so hot in that dress, but my lord lady, your body is so very beautiful and sexy, I'm stunned. You are truly a goddess!”
I smiled and blushed at his obvious appreciation of how toned and fit I kept myself, as I thanked him. At this point Leo removed his slacks, shoes and socks, standing to approach me, but something inside me just flipped a switch. I strode up to him, placing my manicured hand on his chest and said softly, “Please, allow me.” I began unbuttoning his shirt lightly running my finger tips over his sexy abs and pecs.
“What if I give you a special treat, that I know my husband loves and you might even wish to participate.” Once fully naked, I positioned him on the foot end of the bed, as I took my position at the head end.
“So you like my body?” Not waiting for his reply, I continued, “You know, I do too,” as I cupped each full breast in my hands. I then licked my fingertip and ran it all over the now bumpy surface of my areola, causing the nipple to harden and extend in arousement. I could feel little electric impulses shooting from my nipple straight to my lubricating pussy. I repeated the same treatment to my other nipple.
I felt like such a sexy slut. I felt like a whore. Hell, I was a whore and I had never been so turned on in my life. This had to be some subconscious desire that I had held in check for years and that desire came raging to the surface, determined that this fantasy would be fulfilled.
Leo was licking his lips with desire and continued to lightly run his hand the length of his hard shaft. The embers I felt inside were slowly building into a burning need. I had never done this before any man except my husband, Scott, but I could not help myself. I needed to show Leo all of me! I needed to masturbate for this man and I proceeded to touch myself. Parting my labia, I ran the tips of my fingers along the entrance to my vaginal canal, coating them with my juices. He was mesmerized! God I loved being so very slutty! His cock was so hard and he admitted that he was hornier than a two peckered billy goat.
I proceeded to sink two fingers into my hot snatch, sawing slowly and then increasing the pace as I humped my pelvis like a bitch in heat. Showing Leo my body in such a provocative manner really had my juices flowing. I then curled my digits to the front of my womb, finding my spongy special spot. I was so on fire! I needed to cum and I needed Leo to witness my lustful wanton actions. I kept strumming my g-spot and the waves of my release came like a fucking freight train in the night! I strummed and humped like the whore I had become.
Watching me, Leo stroked his cock like a teenager and found his release. He had moved close to me and shot stream after stream of his hot cum, coating my neck and my heaving tits. When his hot release hit me it was like a white hot liquid and I followed my first orgasm with a second and a third, each building on the prior. My entire body was on fire! It was a fire I could not control, as I screamed through these orgasms, like a virgin finding her womanhood.
Being the perfect gentleman, he made a quick exit to the bathroom, while I lay recovering from my blissful release. When he returned he brought with him a warm wash cloth and a fluffy towel. With loving care he removed all remnants of his drying sperm from my neck and breasts. As he cleaned my body, I couldn't help but love his gentle touching and apparently it affected him also; his cock was recovering and hardened once again.
Leo moved off the bed as I lay there watching him walking over to his suit case. I watched as his hard dick swayed as he walked. Just seeing his aroused manhood, I became aware that my naughty fingers seemed to have a mind of their own and I was once again fingering myself. He retrieved something form his suit case and I watched as he opened a condom and unrolled it onto his dick.
The man moved onto the foot of the bed, removing my heels, he took my feet in his hands and massage each briefly before kissing his way north up my legs. He nibbled and kissed my legs as his hands continued to knead my calves and toned thighs. This act bordered on adoration of my long sexy stems, and I parted my legs, offering my once again overheating cunt to this man. Soon Leo he was at my entrance and with cock in hand, he rubbed the head of his dick up and down the lips of my pussy, coating the condom clad head with my juices. Slowly he guided his cock, spreading my pussy lips apart and he slid deep inside me. My lord this man knew how to make love to a woman!
Leo thrust in and out of me, as he fucked me slowly at first. I moaned in his ear, telling him how good his cock felt in my hot cunt, telling him how I wanted him to fuck me and make me cum all over his prick. The more I moaned and told him how good he felt, and how good he was, the pace of his thrusts became harder and deeper. The dirtier I spoke to Leo the harder he drove his cock into me, the louder he moaned. Then with a few hard deep thrusts, I felt his manhood repeatedly bump against my cervix with it throbbing intensely, as he shot his load into the condom.
I lay there feeling the full weight of this man on my spent body as we slowly recovered from our coupling, when I came to a realization. We were just two people helping each other out. He needed sex and I needed money.
Leo soon arose and went into the bathroom, when he came back out, he had on his robe and sat in the chair again as he sipped his wine. He beckoned me to come sit on his lap. My skin felt good against his soft robe. He then reached in his pocket and handed me a neatly folded stack of bills. “Jodi, I promised you $700 for accompanying me to dinner and then for sexual satisfaction. Baby I loved our relaxed dinner and fucking you was awesome, but you will find a little bonus for that hot performance, when we had that mutual masturbation session. That was so arousing; you are so arousing and one of the most sensual and erotic women I have ever been with. Go ahead sweet lady, count the money and make sure that this is an acceptable payment.”
I felt a little awkward counting the money in front of him, but peeled off ten crisp Franklins. Wow! I had just made $1,000! I kissed him and thanked him, with a tear escaping my left eye. “Thank you Leo. You have no clue how this will help ease our financial burden.”
With that, I got off his lap and went into the bathroom, where I freshened up, fixed my make up and got dressed. I walked out of the bathroom and thanked him again.
He asked me if he could contact me when he was in town again. As a rookie whore, I simply gave him my cell number, not wanting to miss a future opportunity to make more money; I knew then that I actually loved being a whore; the money was great and the sex had been awesome. My mind then wondered if all sexual encounters could possibly be this enjoyable.
I walked out of his room and was kind of amazed, at how after being so intimate with a man, you clean up and everything was so business like after that; everything back to normal, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
I left the hotel and went to the club to meet up with my friends. I laughed to myself when I bought a round of drinks, thinking to myself, if they only knew just how I made this money. And that folks was the start of what would turn out to be a new and lucrative career for me; housewife turned whore.
Cayleigh
- 28.01.2022
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