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

Housewife Tales - Dee needs Little Extra Ca$h

... pulled me next to him on the bed. “You’re one, hot piece of ass, you know?”

“I know.” I smiled coyly, and asked him, “Anything else I can do for you?”

“I think you drained every last drop out of me, baby,” he said. “You’re GFE for real, better than any girlfriend I ever had, that’s for sure.”

I betted my eyelashes, “Thank you very much, sir.”

“You been doing this long?”

“Not long at all,” I answered. He’d never know the true meaning of ‘not long’ in my case.

“Like I said, doll, you’re not only gorgeous but very good and hot. Whew, I haven’t been fucked like that in a long time, and you didn’t fake it, did you?”

I smiled, “What do you think?”

We lay there, laughing and talking for quite a while. Though I was mum about me, he told me a bit about himself. He said he was divorced and didn’t feel much like the dating game; therefore he took care of his needs with call girls. I didn’t mind being one of his release mechanisms, I thought as I let him kiss me one last time. When he was dressed and ready to leave, he told me he would definitely move me to the top of his “favorites list” and he would love to see me again. Almost like a damn doctor, I gave him my availability days and times. He had my number.

I showered before heading home. Looking at my take for the day, I was pretty proud of it—nice cold hard cash and a bonus orgasm—plus when was the last time my husband called me gorgeous? Great day indeed!

The end of the day presented me with a little ...

... poetic justice. In bed, Danny announced he was horny. I told him I was tired and only wanted to sleep. He went to bed frustrated.

Even without an updated CL posting, I was still getting calls. I was letting them go to voicemail, so by the next day that I was free (and Lana’s condo free as well) I went through my messages and picked the best sounding ones, mostly the ones who sounded mature and didn’t ask stupid, lewd questions about my services. I began making return calls and setting up appointments.

I’d decided to play the MILF angle, especially with my clothing choices. In my mind I wasn’t old enough to be a MILF, and I wasn’t even a mother yet, but why not play on men’s fantasies? For my first customer I wore a silky sun dress with nothing underneath. The dress just hinted at my chest assets, though the fabric’s feel stiffened my nipples noticeably. I considered that at-the-door advertising!

My first appointment was a disappointment. He said his name was Chuck, and his diet must consist of nothing but; he was almost as round as he was tall. His money was good though. He did me from behind (no way was THIS guy going to be on top) and it didn’t take him long to cum. For the remainder of his time I played with his limp dick before ushering him out. No orgasm for me.

By the time my next appointment was at the door, I was ready for anything. The silk sundress clung to my freshly-showered body, more revealing than ever. When I opened the door and invited him in, some ...