Southern Depravity - Sex Stories

Southern Depravity

... window curtain and look out over downtown Atlanta. She saw the steam coming from ducts on roofs, venting exhaust in the cold night air. It was a clear night, and the lights of the city seemed bright on the crisp, February night. She spoke softly to herself, "I guess it's as good of night as any to get fucked by a stranger!"

When the rap came at the door, Sandra jumped and then realized whom it was and why he was there. Her stomach began to feel uneasy, but she told herself she had to go through with this to save her daughter's life. By the time she got to the door, the sharp rap came again, only louder.

When Sandra opened the door, there stood a ruggedly handsome man with sandy hair, a sport coat and dress shirt and slacks. She saw immediately that she was about eight to ten years older than the well-built man standing there in the doorway.

"Hi, are you Sandra?" he asked politely. His smile put her somewhat at ease, but she instantaneously again went over all the "rules" that Connie had given her and her daughter.

"Yes, yes I am...come on in," Sandra forcing a smile to greet her "john."

"Hi, I'm Bob," then the 38-year-old wife and mother let him into the room and she locked the door.

"Why did I that door?" she thought. When Sandra walked away from the door up to Bob, his eyes lit up!

"Wow, my contact said you would be a little older than me probably, but wow! You are absolutely gorgeous and smoking hot! I wouldn't figure you a day over 25!" Bob said as ...

... he stood back to look at her. Not knowing if he really meant it or if it was cheap flattery for her, but it was working!

"Why thank you, Bob. That is very sweet of you!" she said accepting the complement. "Now, as to the payment for services rendered..."

"Oh, yes," said the young man as he reached in his pocket and brought out a money clip with several $100 bills. He peeled off three of them and handed them to Sandra. She tucked the money quickly into her small purse.

"Oh, before we get too far, I stopped in the bar downstairs and got us a bottle of chilled wine. Let me open it first," then Bob peeled the wrapper and popped the cork. There were no wine glasses so they had to use the plastic-covered clear cups provided in the room. They laughed about drinking expensive wine from cheap hotel cups. Sandra started to feel easier. She thought maybe if she could get drunk and pass out and let him do her and leave she could get through this. Maybe that would count as her date for Dubois' purposes. Sandra sat on the end of the king-sized bed as Bob sat in an armchair and made small talk. He was an industrial engineer and he really was in Atlanta for a convention. He was from Iowa and said he loved coming to the South for these meetings in the winter to get away from the snow. Sandra nervously swallowed the last of her wine in her cup and Bob filled it again quickly. Then she started on that cup.

Sandra smiled and tried to be nice to the young man, but it was still hard. ...