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

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... open all the way through my cleavage and tied underneath. The farmer’s daughter image would be complete if I’d found a piece of straw to hold between my teeth. I gave myself the onceover in the mirror. Except for the nervous eyes I declared myself hot-to-trot. I teased up my long brown hair into a perfect ‘hooker hair’ fluff. Only minimal make-up; I was ready.

The condo (luckily) had a great view of the entrance and road, so I saw his car enter. It was a late model “Baby Benz” so I figured that lessened the chance he was The Law. He parked and then my phone rang. I gave him the unit number and tried to calm my nervous stomach.

He seemed as nervous as I was when I ushered him in. He wasn’t that bad in the looks department; perhaps in his late 40s, and a little overweight. He ogled me, barely able to make small-talk with his salivating mouth. He handed me the money without a word. I put it in a kitchen drawer and invited him to sit next to me on the sofa. I sat very close, touching him ever so slightly, and asked some questions about what he did for a living and where he was from. He answered haltingly, and I only half-listened to what he said. I did like his deep voice, though.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. “May I kiss you?”

“Of course you can, sweetheart.”

Before I could say anything else, his lips were on mine, his hand was grabbing a tit, and his tongue was slithering into my mouth. I gently pushed him away. “Whoa, big boy! How about going into the bedroom ...

... and getting comfortable, okay?”

“Okay,” he answered through trembling lips; he was so aroused, his erection straining his pants.

He went into the bedroom. I’d lit some candles in there before he arrived, hoping that would lend the right atmosphere to what we would be doing. I counted the money—all there—and hid it in a different drawer. I walked into the bedroom with as much swing and sway as I could muster. He was naked and reclining on the bed, eyes fully on me as his hand casually stroked his larger than average dick.

I untied my makeshift halter and let it fall to the floor, exposing my good-sized tits. As I undid my shorts, I said, “What would the big guy like?”

“Can you suck him?” he said, his cock visibly stiffening to its full length as he said it.

“Sure I can.” I dropped my shorts to the floor and kicked them aside. In only a thong now, I got onto the bed next to him, taking his cock in my mouth.

I thought of the money in the kitchen drawer. I’d better earn it, I thought. I had to admit the dude had a good cock and I was having a tough time sucking the thing because of its girth. However poorly I judged my technique, he seemed to be enjoying the experience tremendously—much moaning interspersed with “Oh baby, you’re good…Oh baby…”

Thinking maybe I could get away with skipping penetration, I stopped and looked at him, saying, “You want me to finish you off, sweetheart? I’ll swallow—”

He needn’t say anything, though he did; his facial expression ...