1. Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h


    Date: 8/24/2024, Categories: Diary , Consensual Sex Prostitution, Author: spacybickerson, Source: sexstories.com

    ... “Goddddddddddddddd,” as the burning sun within me went nova.
    
    Flip was a silent lover, and only groaned, “Ohhhhhhhhh,” as he ejaculated deep within me.
    
    Only now as we basked in the glow of our orgasms did I study his body. The man was indeed a marvelous specimen. I’d never been with a man so buff, with such an amazing muscular physique. I had no thought of safe sex; of fucking him bareback. I didn’t care. “I don’t think I’m done,” I whispered. “Can you…?”
    
    Hot damn! He could! With only a little help from my hands and lips he was hard again. I got onto my hands and knees on the bed and positioned myself so I could see my reflection in the dresser mirror. I wanted to see his magnificent body in action. He got behind me and slid effortlessly in. I watched his muscles flex as he slowly pumped into me. I watched his ass cheeks flex on each long thrust. I watched, hypnotized, as my ass thrust back and upward to take him. I watched his shimmering wet cock go in and out, in and out. I watched his thigh muscles tighten as he began to pump faster. I watched him close his eyes and throw his head back, enjoying the moment. I watched the sweat pool and drip from his buff body. Oh God, I’m cumming already!
    
    As I cried out, he spasmed a couple of final thrusts and yelled, “Ohhhhhh, Deeeeeeee!”
    
    I never in my life had so much spent cum dripping from my pussy as I did when we were done. We showered together ...
    ... and I secretly wished he could get it up one more time so he could do me in there.
    
    “I want you again,” I confessed.
    
    “I want you forever,” he professed.
    
    Was this a forever thing? As he drove me to my car we made plans for future dates. I didn’t know where this budding relationship would lead, but I was ready and willing to give it a try. Now, would I be willing to give up my newfound ‘career’ as a call girl?
    
    As the days progressed, the answer appeared to be NO. I kept making appointments and screwed the lights out of every man who paid me. It turned out I never had to place another posting on CL; there was so much word of mouth on my ‘services’ that my number was probably on every men’s room wall in every bar in town. Many were repeat customers like Larry who I’d send home smiling (and more often than not I’d be smiling too, if you know what I mean). After all, as Flip so accurately pointed out, it wasn’t all about the money.
    
    My new detective friend didn’t like it I was staying in business, but not enough of a dislike that he stopped being my fuck buddy.
    
    “Hi, Francis, I mean, Detective, sir,” I said over my cell phone. “I know a woman who has a stray pussy cat that needs rescuing. Are you the right person to talk to?” Oh yes, my well-used pussy cat would love to shelter his splendid manhood tonight.
    
    “Purrrrrrrrrrr,” I sang to him. Later in the week I’d sing “Ka-ching!” My other melody. 
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