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

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... Dave. I didn’t smell cop either. With cash safely tucked away, the new customer ‘got comfortable’ and I steeled my nerves.

“You’re a sweet looking babe,” he said, up on one elbow, sprawled across the bed.

“You’re not a bad looking dude either,” I said, looking at his nice body and his even nicer dick.

“I hope you really do GFE, because that’s exactly what I need today”

I lay down next to him, saying, “You had a bad day at work today? You want me to help you forget? Maybe pretend I’m your sweetheart?”

“Oh yes, baby. Can I have a kiss?”

“Of course Larry,” I said seductively, and moved my lips toward his.

Alright, the dude was a good kisser, so I didn’t mind swapping spit and dueling tongues with him. I must be giving him what he wanted because his cock was swelling nicely and rubbing against me as we kissed. He gently rolled me onto my back and hovered above me, still kissing me. I didn’t know how long we kissed like that, but eventually he pulled his lips away.

“Ummmmm,” he groaned. “This is going to be great, I can tell.”

“Would you like a massage?” I went and got some massage oil and began rubbing him all over.

I saved his cock for last. By the time I got there he was harder than the proverbial rock. I figured nine inches of thick, veined manhood. Yes, this could be great, I thought. I went down on him, toying with his cockhead for a while before attempting to take more. Like I said, I’m not a deep-throater, but I tried. He loved it—crooning ...

... “Yes baby, yes.”

Instead of asking him how he wanted it, I figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander. I slipped off the thong, slid on the condom and climbed aboard. My pussy was wet, I was ready, and I impaled myself on his flesh-sword. As I began bouncing, I pulled the negligee off over my head and tossed it aside, never missing a beat. His ear-to-ear grin said he liked that move.

I bounced and swayed to my own soundtrack. “Oh yeah…oh Larry…your cock is so big, it’s filling me, oh Larry…oh…”

“God, you’re fuckin’ hot,” he said with a flourish. Instead of mashing my tits like some men would in this position, he was nicely tweaking my nipples. They—and I—responded in kind.

I threw my head back and rode him hard. Without thinking about it I’d established my own rhythm, first sliding up and down a few times on his pole before rolling my hips in a wide circle, his cock my marvelous pivot point. I bounced and thrashed and rocked like that until I sensed we were both approaching nirvana.

My orgasm hit me in mid-bounce. “Yes…oh yes,” I moaned.

Another “Yes…baby” escaped his lips in a groan. “…Cumming” was another groan, right on its heels.

I couldn’t believe it had happened; I came! And before him! Hot damn! Climbing off, I reached down and swiped my pussy with my fingers. They came away wetter than I ever could have imagined. “My, oh my, seems I had some fun there too, Larry.”

“I guess you did, baby. Didn’t have to fake it,” he said as he ...