Band Camp - Sex Stories

Band Camp

... door on the right." She blew past me and I heard the door shut as my phone rang. It was my buddy Bryan. He was updating me on Draft Kings site he wanted us to try out and was starting to get into it, but I knew Krista would be back soon. "Hey Bry, give me a call later on this afternoon okay? I got one of the neighbor's kids here selling some stuff. Hmm? Yeah she is decent, not very nice but I caught a glimpse of her ass once, I tell you, I would pay a small fortune for 5 minutes with that pussy, just to see that ass bounce. Ha ha. Totally. Yeah. Yep. Ok, cool, later." I hung up the cell and turned around and Krista was there staring at me. "Oh hey, ah, I thought you were in the bathroom." She just stared. "Krista? Did you need to leave anything else for Janet?" "How much?" Krista said quiet and reserved. "What now?" "I heard you on the phone. You said a small fortune for 5 minutes. How much is a small fortune?" "Uh . . . I was just . . .you know, talking trash with my buddies. I am sorry you heard that joke. Please don't take offense." She walked to the table and picked up the box. She stood looking at it for a minute. "God I hate this door to door selling crap bullshit." She turned to me. "How much for the 5 minutes?" "Krista, really I was just . . . " "Like . . . $600?" "Well, I . . . um. . . Krista I just was having . . ." "$600 for five minutes. Deal?" She was staring at me very matter-of-fact." "Krista, I . . . well yes I would but really, I can't take your ...

... virginity." "I am not a virgin, my boyfriend and I have fucked 15 times already. I hate selling this shit. $600 pays my way through camp so I can have the right stuff on my resume for college. So, $600 for five minutes?" "Krista . . I . . . can't . . ." "So should I tell my dad what you said on the phone?" She said raising her eyebrows. Her dad was a cop. "Um, no, I don't want that. How about . . " "How about $600 for 5 minutes? My boyfriend has never lasted more than three, and I heard you guys don't get much better as you age. So, $600?" She said and laid her palm out. I stared at her tiny hand, she really was a petite cutie. Not to mention how much I wanted to fuck her from behind, and honestly, hate fuck that bitch for her snobby attitude towards life. I thought about the coffee can in the garage where I was saving for a motor cycle. Basically a mid life crisis fund. If I remembered right, I had about $12,000 in there. "Um, hang on!" I ran out of the house into the garage. My heart was pounding, I was sweating and my mouth was dry. I found my coffee tin and stood for a second or two to think to myself. What was I doing here? Was I about to pay this little lady to fuck? And this much for 5 minutes? Just thinking for a second about actually fucking her and my dick was already straining against my shorts. I thought about my wife and how horrible our sex life was. . . . . and I was on the way to the kitchen. I burst through the door and dropped the tin on the table. I pulled off the ...