Straight Female / 44
Easy Money
When I bought a car from a dealership the owner asked me out, so I settled for lunch in a Thai restaurant, which was quite nice. He was attractive, well dressed and a good talker being a salesman. He was in his fifties but was fit for his age. As a married man, which he was open about, it was obvious he wanted to fuck. And I was ready for some good sex, didn't worry about him having a wife, and yet I played hard to get. I didn't like the idea of a 'relationship' or of being 'in love'. Listening to lies about him leaving his wife for me.
He had my number and would call whenever he thought about me. I was friendly but didn't commit. One day he said,'Look, I'm well off, I have money, I could be generous if that would do it for you.' I said that changes everything and after I've thought it over I'll let him know.
I took a coffee and my laptop outside , sunny day. I looked online at some Sydney brothels , cheap and upmarket. Some quoted prices. I rang one of the posher ones pretending to be a housewife looking for extra money to get by, and we talked about how much I'd be paid for the services I'd provide.
Then I sent him a text with a number on it, meaning the price. Within minutes I got an answer. Yes.
So I called when he was free, and we settled on a time at my place.
It was a couple of days later, a bit late in the afternoon. I left the back gate open so he could come up the lane-way and drive straight in. I was at the kitchen table. I saw his car, going slow, looking for the right house. I had only a dressing gown on, so I easily slipped it off. I waited for him to approach the door, then opened it before he knocked. He was surprised I was naked, stopped, looked. Looked again.
He said, 'I heard this was a good place to get a great fuck.' I said , 'You got that right. Come in.'
I shut the door and we kissed. He had a stiff one . I didn't say a word, just put my hand out and he counted the money into my palm. I'd done the back bedroom out as a love nest. Curtains drawn, clean sheets, nice pillows and a scented candle.
When I came back he was on the bed, laying down, stripped bare and stroking his cock to keep it firm. I thought shit he looked good.
On the bed I gave him a blowjob. After five minutes he said ,"Let's leave it there for a minute, I don't want to shoot my load too early. I don't know how many times I can do it in an hour.'
I cuddled up to him."Who said anything about an hour?' I said.' Take your time. Cum as many times as you can, stay 2 or 3 hours, or more.'
He looked at me.'You're fascinating but a bit hard to work out sometimes.'
I said,'You've been generous to me. That money will help me a lot .' ( a lie but it sounded nice) . 'I'm going to be generous to you with my time and my body. Tell me what you want and I'll do it.' He was sceptical, asked what sort of things. " You can cum in my mouth, pussy, arse. You choose.'
He said,'Anal?' I said, 'My ex-husband was bisexual. I'll tell you about it someday.'
So I sucked him until he filled my mouth with his hot cream. I have a kinky feeling for a man ejaculating into my mouth, I get a small shudder of enjoyment knowing I'm drinking his semen. Yes, as my ex said, I'm a three hole slag.
He was a very good lover, he loved a good 69, fucked me steadily once for at least 45 minutes, and tried anal, although he preferred to cum inside my vagina.
We've been fucking for many months now. One time he visited me three times in one week. Can't enough of my sweet lips and c*nt. Why do I do it , get money instead of having a romantic affair. Don't know exactly but I enjoy what I do, and wouldn't change it.
He had my number and would call whenever he thought about me. I was friendly but didn't commit. One day he said,'Look, I'm well off, I have money, I could be generous if that would do it for you.' I said that changes everything and after I've thought it over I'll let him know.
I took a coffee and my laptop outside , sunny day. I looked online at some Sydney brothels , cheap and upmarket. Some quoted prices. I rang one of the posher ones pretending to be a housewife looking for extra money to get by, and we talked about how much I'd be paid for the services I'd provide.
Then I sent him a text with a number on it, meaning the price. Within minutes I got an answer. Yes.
So I called when he was free, and we settled on a time at my place.
It was a couple of days later, a bit late in the afternoon. I left the back gate open so he could come up the lane-way and drive straight in. I was at the kitchen table. I saw his car, going slow, looking for the right house. I had only a dressing gown on, so I easily slipped it off. I waited for him to approach the door, then opened it before he knocked. He was surprised I was naked, stopped, looked. Looked again.
He said, 'I heard this was a good place to get a great fuck.' I said , 'You got that right. Come in.'
I shut the door and we kissed. He had a stiff one . I didn't say a word, just put my hand out and he counted the money into my palm. I'd done the back bedroom out as a love nest. Curtains drawn, clean sheets, nice pillows and a scented candle.
When I came back he was on the bed, laying down, stripped bare and stroking his cock to keep it firm. I thought shit he looked good.
On the bed I gave him a blowjob. After five minutes he said ,"Let's leave it there for a minute, I don't want to shoot my load too early. I don't know how many times I can do it in an hour.'
I cuddled up to him."Who said anything about an hour?' I said.' Take your time. Cum as many times as you can, stay 2 or 3 hours, or more.'
He looked at me.'You're fascinating but a bit hard to work out sometimes.'
I said,'You've been generous to me. That money will help me a lot .' ( a lie but it sounded nice) . 'I'm going to be generous to you with my time and my body. Tell me what you want and I'll do it.' He was sceptical, asked what sort of things. " You can cum in my mouth, pussy, arse. You choose.'
He said,'Anal?' I said, 'My ex-husband was bisexual. I'll tell you about it someday.'
So I sucked him until he filled my mouth with his hot cream. I have a kinky feeling for a man ejaculating into my mouth, I get a small shudder of enjoyment knowing I'm drinking his semen. Yes, as my ex said, I'm a three hole slag.
He was a very good lover, he loved a good 69, fucked me steadily once for at least 45 minutes, and tried anal, although he preferred to cum inside my vagina.
We've been fucking for many months now. One time he visited me three times in one week. Can't enough of my sweet lips and c*nt. Why do I do it , get money instead of having a romantic affair. Don't know exactly but I enjoy what I do, and wouldn't change it.
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