Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h - Sex Stories

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... stop, a flood pouring from my convulsing vagina. I woke up and jumped Danny.

“Wha…What got into you?” he stammered as I furiously sucked his cock to hardness.

“You’re getting into me,” I cried, jumping onto him, and riding his cock like there was no tomorrow. I was really rocking and rolling when I remembered doing the same with Larry and how I’d cum so easily.

“OH, GODDDDDDDDD, OHHHHHHH,” I shrieked. Now that was a great orgasm, and I was fantasizing about being with a john! Danny was thrilled at my enthusiastic climax; if only he knew from whence it came.

Asleep later, I dreamt again of the shadowy man fucking me raw and leaving me soaked and sated. Somewhere in the periphery of my dream haze I glimpsed a badge.

I waited about a week and a half before placing another listing on CL. As the calls came in, I set up my schedule. Yep, line ‘em up, fuck ‘em, then on to next; that’s my plan. The first guy I chose to see said his name was Phil. Phil turned out to be a tall, geeky thirty-something who had some erectile difficulties. I took care of those difficulties with oral aplomb, sucking him almost to the point of ejaculation. I managed to get a condom onto him without any wilt, and he energetically fucked me missionary style for about 30 seconds before he came with a shout, reminding me of those Latino soccer commentators when they announce a goal.

The next guy was a short, fat dude with a short, fat dick. He wanted it doggie and I obliged. He managed to fill ...

... me well enough and lasted long enough to get me to a mini-quake of an orgasm. Another satisfied customer. The day went on like a well-oiled assembly line. Well-oiled meaning well lubricated, as I used almost an entire bottle of sex lubricant to make it through. Even with that, I went home sore as hell—and with a fistful of welcome cash.

No sex dreams that night.

Two days later, when I had the afternoon off from my real job, I called Lana to see if the condo was clear and I booked two more appointments. I was nervous when the first guy’s über-eagerness reminded me too much of Dave, my troubled complainant. He turned out okay though. He ended up polite and had a good cock. He wanted me on top and I complied. He went crazy over my bouncing tits hovering over him. It didn’t take him long to cum. Amazingly, he stayed hard, so I let him do me again, with a fresh condom and a fresh position. He paid me well for my “time and companionship” after all, right?

The second man was grey-haired and close to, if not over, sixty. His florid complexion spelled Viagra. His supremely stiff erection confirmed it. All the while he screwed me, repeating “Oh you’re beautiful” about a hundred times, I had visions of him keeling over from a heart attack, wondering what I’d do? I knew the guy came, yet he still pumped away. Was he trying to reaffirm his virility, or trying to get me off? I faked a good orgasm with my best throaty scream. He went away happy, and thankfully still alive to tell ...