Dirty Secrets
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Chapter 1
A light cloud cover made the night very dark. The street light five houses away provided little assistance. Shadows everywhere made her wince at the sudden realization someone could be watching her without her knowledge. The auburn hair stood up on her arms and the back of her neck but she didn’t have a choice. She knew what she needed to do but once again she sat in the quiet car trying to think of any other way out. It was a daily and prevalent thought process but once again she came up empty. This was the only way and she knew it.
She was still beautiful at 36 years of age. Her children had for a while affected pretty negative changes to her physically but hard work and persistence had finally paid off. Her body was lean and toned except for the curvy silhouette she would never escape even at 118 pounds. Her green eyes flashed as she checked her make-up and for a split-second admired her own cleavage in the lighted rear view mirror.
With a final silent pep talk and a sigh she exited the car and walked across the street in shiny black four inch heels to a home she had never visited at 1:30 AM. With dread she knew before the night was over she would leave a small piece of herself there. It felt that way every time.
The small light by the door flashed on as she approached. She never knew for sure whether they were set off by motion detectors or by someone anxiously awaiting her arrival. They almost never answered the door right away and she could always sense being eyed through the tiny peepholes, voyeurs taking a last look before they finally revealed themselves to her. She never knew what to expect when the door opened.
Her only prior communication would have typically occurred either by email, text, or a furtive cell phone conversation. They would ask inane questions about her shoe size or how tall was she. Her womanly intuition was strong and she learned to rely on it to keep herself safe. Still she never knew what they would look like, short or tall, skinny or not, light or dark skinned unless there was a dialect that might possibly give something away in advance.
The door never opened. The light stayed on but there was no greeting from an appreciative male looking forward to her company. She waited and knocked at the door several times. She sent a text to the reason she was there in the middle of the night. Then she called. Anger welled up inside her when all she reached was voicemail. She stifled her anger long enough to leave a sweet message expressing concern that perhaps something came up and she hoped everything was ok.
By this time she was settled back in her car. Lights with motion detection usually go off after a few minutes. The light stayed on at the door and she felt with certainty there was someone inside. In that moment, strong feelings of being ignored and rejected, played with and discarded like a toy of no consequence washed over and consumed her. She didn’t like being gone at night from her family but to waste time like this was just ridiculous and it made her angry.
Her thoughts were yanked back abruptly to the moment as her cell phone rang loudly in the dark stillness. The ring represented another opportunity and maybe for tonight too so she answered it. On the other end she was asked if she was available to which she replied affirmatively. He provided an address and she promised to text him how long it would take to arrive there.
Just like any salesperson making endless customer calls she was off to the next late night visit. The previous non-encounter was history and she wondered what she would be walking into next. The risk was extremely high but the financial reward was undeniable. Twenty minutes seemed an eternity but she was finally there. This neighborhood was well lit, more upscale with long driveways, big three and four car garages attached to two story homes with lots of windows. She was often amazed at the sheer quantity of men that did this regularly, especially the affluent.
The door opened and she was greeted by an appreciative smile. ‘You are beautiful!’ he gushed. ‘You are more beautiful than your photos. I can’t believe it’. She thanked him for his kind words and he invited her in offering her a drink. She asked for a bottle of water. She would not drink anything offered that was not sealed upon arrival. Making that mistake had happened only once before. She had a cocktail and wakened in the morning to a room full of strange men playing cards. They all grinned at her like they knew her well… too well. She didn’t know them and couldn’t remember a thing. The memory was ugly to her.
This gentleman asked her to follow him and they went into the office at the back of the large home on the first floor. The home was well furnished with quality oversized furniture arranged perfectly in each room she viewed. Beautiful artwork was on the walls, and nicely framed photographs were everywhere of what was surely his family and friends. He offered her a black leather office chair in front of a large well-built mahogany desk. He sat himself next to her in the matching chair, intending of course to be as close to her as possible.
For the first time since she arrived she was able to look at him closely as the light was a bit dim but much better than before. He was a nice looking man of perhaps his late fifties or early sixties with blue eyes and a full head of grey hair. In a second she realized it bothered her because she imagined this man was surely the kindly grandfather of an entire family and the devoted husband of someone special for many years. She would learn he was in fact the father of four grown and successful children as he began to share some information about himself with her.
She asked him whether he had done this before and he replied, ‘Once about 10 years ago. My wife was alive then and I never did it again out of guilt. She has been gone for 4 years now. I get lonely for the touch of a woman but I can’t imagine a real relationship with anyone else after 41 years with her. Not yet and maybe never’, he said. He asked about her. ‘Why are you here? You are so pretty and normal looking. Not what I expected at all’.
She declined to share much, indicating only that she and her family needed the money. She was a good mom, a single mom and would do anything for her children to provide for them. She thought about the huge responsibility of keeping a roof over their head, food on the table and the personal commitment to be there when they came home from school each day. She cooked dinners for them every evening and knew their friends and their friend’s mothers too. Those mothers would surely each cluck like hens if they knew what she did for income at night after her children were in bed she thought. As far as they knew her deceased husband had left a large estate from insurance to support them. Unfortunately that was not the case. She missed him so much, especially being held at night while she slept peacefully and never having to worry about money.
She snapped back to his gaze upon her. He knew she was deep in thought but he didn’t pry, instead asking her nicely to stand up and walk around the office. She moved and turned gracefully on the afore-mentioned heels and he admired aloud her shapely long legs and the way she carried herself. She asked him if he wanted to see more and he said ‘oh yes’. He was getting obviously excited at the sight of her this way. His anticipation was palpable and she felt it fill the room.
She indicated he would need to disrobe completely first. She knew the rules all too well. Law enforcement would certainly try to trap her but she knew they would not implicate their own guilt to make an arrest. It was unlikely this man was any danger to her in that respect but she had to laugh to herself at the site of him in his boxers and t-shirt thinking he might wear exactly that under a judge’s black robe.
When he had stripped completely naked and sat back down on his cool leather chair s
he unbuttoned her sheer blouse exposing herself slowly and then dropped it to the floor. He was thrilled with the swell of her breasts and asked to see more. She turned away from him, unzipped and lowered her black pencil skirt to reveal a matching set of very expensive black bra and panties each with some sheer lace exposing all but her most private places. He gasped and quickly asked her to come back and sit next to him and she complied. He placed a hand tentatively on her knee and she parted her legs slightly, leaning forward almost imperceptibly to him. He took the invitation and moved closer placing a hand on each of her thighs just above the knee. She touched his face first with one hand then with both and he leaned forward placing his arms around her, pulling her to him and placing his face on her full chest.
She could hear the excitement in his voice when he asked her to move to the bedroom upstairs. She followed his instructions from behind and wound slowly through the home half-dressed to a beautiful staircase. She could feel his eyes upon her so she rotated her hips slightly with each deliberate step. By the time they reached the bedroom he was in full glory and impatient to have her. She sat on the bed in front of him and removed what little clothing she had on but left the black heels in place. For some reason she knew he would like that.
He stood before her with hands resting lightly on her shoulders, while she quickly opened the wrapper and placed a condom on his member. He laughed and asked her where that came from. ‘I can hide one in each cup of my bra’, she laughed. It was a trick that worked every time. He was now not only excited but also relaxed enough to join her on the massive bed which he did. She held him and let him feel her naked body pressed to his. His hands softly roamed her most private parts and it was evident he was enjoying their encounter.
She rolled on top and intended to become one with him but the erection was suddenly gone. Maybe she had moved too quickly and startled him, she thought. He was clearly embarrassed and she felt badly for him. He tried to explain but she encouraged him to relax lowering her hair slowly into his lap and taking him softly into her mouth. She worked on him for a few minutes and there it was again. She triumphantly mounted him and it wasn’t long before he had released the pent up desire that had motivated this first of many calls to her.
When he was done she excused herself and asked to use the restroom. When she returned there were four crisp new $100 bills on the nightstand and he was gone. She remembered her clothing downstairs in the office so she put her panties and bra back on and headed down the stairs. She found him sitting behind his desk this time. He was wearing boxers, no shirt and a huge grin on his face. He watched her get dressed silently and when she was finished he asked her whether his donation was appropriate. She indicated yes and thanked him while he walked her to the door.
Back in her car she was relieved because he had been a nice man and treated her well. She had also made $400 in less than an hour which was her daily goal. She was done for the night and headed home to grab a little sleep and start this new day all over again.
Chapter 2
Less than five hours after returning home she was awakened gently by the sunrise peeking through the half-closed blinds. The bright light had climbed slowly and steadily from the floor where it first landed, up the side of the bed until it reached the pillow and then finally her eyes which pulled them open and away from her pleasant dream. She rubbed her eyes thinking this ‘night job’ of hers was going to kill her but there was no turning over and rolling back to sleep.
The first part of her day consisted of getting the children awake, dressed, fed and off to school. She then made a loop through their bedrooms fixing sloppy bedcovers and pillows that were askew. No matter how tired she was there was no excuse for their home to be a mess. She gathered new loads of laundry transferring clothes from multiple hampers into neat piles of like colors and started the first load. Then a fresh pot of coffee with a portion divided into a single mug, some wheat toast with a dab of jam and the cantaloupe left from the day before for her.
This was one of the toughest parts of her day. The silent downtime between the initial morning routine and the rest of her day reminded her how much she hated to eat alone. Breakfast used to be her favorite time when her husband was still alive. He worked at home from the large office they had created in the den at the opposite end of their ranch style home. He had always scheduled his busy day around 30 minutes each morning to join her for coffee and whatever was breakfast on that particular day. They shared the responsibility of creating this first meal solely based upon which of them was able to get started at it first.
She sat quietly remembering his voice and the light in his eyes when he talked about his plans for the day. Missing him tore at her heart every day especially during the quite times when there was little distraction. She hurried her meal just to break away from the loneliness that made her feel so empty inside. Being a single parent did not provide her with much time to waste, she reminded herself.
Climbing back into the car she had parked so recently she left home to run some errands. First stop was to drop off the lunch her son had left behind at his school, the grocery store, back to the house to unload and organize her purchases and then off to the park. She finished the three mile run that she performed diligently three days per week and headed home for a quick shower and a scheduled nap. There was no way she could continue working four to six nights per week without it. She loved and dreaded it for the same reasons she had hurried her breakfast.
Her hair was still damp as she crawled back into bed setting the alarm again to ensure the children wouldn’t find her there upon returning from school. She thought about the laundry needing rotated but she forced herself to let it go until later as she rolled onto her side curling the pillow under her face. Closing her eyes did little to shut off her mind and she knew it was going to be difficult to relax. She spread out face down in spread-eagle fashion and tried to settle in once again but she knew it would be of no use. There was another pressing matter that needed attention.
It was an animal that reared its ugly head every day and it needed fed. This was another of those issues like the stillness and loneliness of breakfast she was forced to address each day again and again throughout the week. She missed lying in bed next to him. She missed feeling his weight move upon the same mattress and the steady shallow breathing that rhythmically helped her to fall asleep each night. But these weren’t things she was going to have to face right now. It was a much deeper need.
She had dried herself after the shower and though her hair was still damp there was another place in which there was a new dampness developing. It was accompanied by localized swelling requiring her prompt attention. Already lying naked face down with her legs splayed apart she reached for his pillow, the one next to hers and was now used for only one reason. She lifted her hips, folded the pillow in half to give it more substance and forced it under her hips to just the right place. With her bare ass in the air and her legs wide open she imagined she was being watched by a man that was not allowed to touch her. She was in control now and not a plaything to be manipulated, fondled or used by another.
He was forced in her mind to watch her being pleasured. This was her way of rewarding herself for giving it away each night to men she didn’t know for their money. This was her dirty secret nobody knew about, not even the men she was with every night. Her hips rotated as she bent and straightened each knee in a rhythmic fashion.
Slowly and gently at first and then the speed increased a bit until her breathing was a little ragged and her beautiful ass swung around in endless circles as she ground herself into the pillow. This was only the beginning as she knew the desire would only mount from here.
There would be no blessed release from this urgent need without moving on to more extreme measures. As much as she wanted to deny it she knew what needed to be done. Slowing her pace but without missing a stroke she reached into her nightstand and removed four items.
The first was lubricated with a tube of KY which was the second item. It was a black rubber butt plug approximately 4 inches in length with a bulb on one end about 2 inches around and what looked like a slender stand on the other end. She placed the slick round portion of the plug at the entrance to her sweet ass and slowly pushed in a rhythmic fashion continuing to rotate her hips until it popped into place. It was a nasty thing she desired there but it made her feel so completely filled from behind. Anal sex was something she enjoyed with her husband but now she relished it privately and only for the male voyeur in her mind.
She groaned from her pleasure having heightened noticeably and reached quickly for the third item. This was a small vibrator she had purchased herself for just this purpose. She needed something in the front as well as the backside. The vibration was an added bonus she did not realize would feel so good until the first time she used it. No lube was required as she slid it deep inside leaving a small cord to hang out for retrieval later. Now her hands were free once again and she placed them both on the headboard and really started to work her ass and hips around. It made her feel so sexy to be filled in both holes with this faceless and silent man forced to watch her from behind.
As sexy as she knew she looked and the pleasure she was feeling, she knew it was going to get her almost there but there was one more item on the nightstand. This was the largest of them all and measured a very full ten inches long. It too was black in color. She had convinced herself she wanted these things in black because they would be the easiest to keep looking clean but with them both deep inside her later she would give voice to the real reason. It had a circular suction cup base and without skipping a beat she attached it to the headboard in front of her face, pointing it at her mouth and it proudly taunted her with its sheer dark size and presence.
She was now really worked up and the last semblance of self- control began to fade. She stuck out her long slender tongue and curled it around the tip of the large black organ in front of her. She licked underneath and then all the way around the tip with saliva beginning to drip from her chin. She enjoyed this thing that was so big. It barely fit in her mouth but she made it happen. Rubbing the pillow below furiously, she then worked the dildo in and out of her mouth with the hurried relish of a young girl feeding on her new love for the first time.
With her ass swinging around and her swollen clit rubbing the smooth pillow, the plug in her ass and the insistent vibration deep inside her she began to wail out loud with this huge mouthful. There was a mirror over her headboard and she looked back at the faceless black man watching her as she lost all semblance of control. She screamed her orgasm with this mouth full of cock and both holes filled like the slut she knew she was and really enjoyed every bit of this loud finale.
She quickly cleaned up her mess and laid back down still naked but much calmer and with the hint of a smile on her face. Her voyeur was gone as soon as she finished but she knew he would be back again. She couldn’t keep her eyes open and drifted off to a peaceful sleep hoping to chase after yet another pleasant dream.
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