A hooker for my husband - Sex Stories

A hooker for my husband

... him. “They told me you were hot, wow, they weren’t wrong.” I smiled at him, then remembering I was a professional, “Just a matter of the………” “Ah sorry, yes the money. Very business like of you.” He handed me £3000 in fifties, I folded it, and put it safely in hall dresser. I led him through, “Bubbly?” “No, what I want is to fuck you. I want to fuck your cunt, then fuck your arse, before coming in your mouth. Then I’ll have a drink, while you get me hard again. Now suck my cock, get me hard.” I smiled, squatting in front of him, unzipping his trousers, and pulling his cock free. The other e****t. Other e****t? I was an e****t? Well she had been right about one thing, he really did have a big cock, bigger than any I had seen before, and if I do say so myself I did have a little experience. I ran my tongue although the underside of the shaft, my first professional blow job. I flicked the glands with the tip of my tongue, then back down, before returning, this time I opened my mouth, and took the tip into my mouth, my tongue never still, my hand working the shaft, my free hand between my legs, exciting my clit. His erection was impressive. More than that, it was fucking awesome. Its one thing having a big cock, but could he use it, could he stay the course of the evening. “Time to get you out of those clothes, I think.” I helped him, undressed him. Stripped him, his cock jutting out obscenely. Just how I liked them. He pushed me back onto the bed, I spread my legs, as he went ...

... down on me, his tongue busy running the length of my outer labia, before parting it again with his tongue, a he knew how to use. He probed inside my inner labia, but not penetrating me with. I was panting, on the edge of orgasm. His tongue headed south, south to my anus, where he discovered my butt plug. “That pompous twat said you were a dirty whore, looks like he knew what he was talking about.” He pulled the plug, inching it out of me, before thrusting it back inside me, at the same time, he hooked two finger inside me, hooking up, and finding my G-spot first time, his thumb was on my clit, massaging it, as his fingers massaged my G-spot. I came suddenly, loudly and f***efully. I arched my back, screaming with utter pleasure. My juices poured out of me, onto my thighs, it felt like a stream of them trickled down onto my pulsating anus. He didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down, my orgasm seemed only to re doubled his efforts to pleasure me. Pleasure me, pleasure he was paying for. I came again, then immediately again. My body shone with perspiration. I wanted his cock inside me, I needed it inside me. “Fuck me,” I begged. He ignored me, continuing his assault on my cunt, my G-spot, my clit. His other hand was busy, two fingers in my arse, finger fucking, fast and furious. I was coming again. I groaned, as another wave of leisure washed over me. How many times was it, I’d lost count, and he hadn’t fucked me. Yet. At last he was between my legs. My heels pointed towards the ceiling, ...