The Challenge 5: Lisa’s Family - Sex Stories

The Challenge 5: Lisa’s Family

... Jules?” Lisa asked, hoping her brown eyes and short stature was enough to hide any resemblance from the taller, green-eyed, Jules. “Ooh, Miss Jules. She’s pretty pricy. She’s VERY high in demand. If you want all night, that’s five grand, normally eight.” “Wow. What about an hour or so?” “Well,” Fat Rob paused, thinking of an arbitrary figure to give his co-worker. “How about $800 an hour. Normally I charge $1200 per hour. But you and I go way back.” “Does Bob know about your little side job?” Lisa asked. “Of course! He’s the one that built and developed the land the strip club is on. He’s the one I pay rent to. He even came to me with the idea of charging clients extra for sex,” Fat Rob explained. “Figures,” Lisa said. “Anyway, yes, $800 for an hour with Jules. There’s one other thing.” “What’s that?” “I want her blindfolded.” “Ooh, kinky,” Fat Rob grinned, finishing his cigar. “Is this doable?” “Sure. I’ll have her waiting for you in a hotel room of your choice. She’ll be blindfolded and ready.” They ironed out the details, the times, and the place, shook hands and closed the deal. Fat Rob stood in the hot tub as Lisa was leaving. “Miss Lisa.” She turned around, seeing his naked body. “Are you sure you don’t want any of this?” Fat Rob asked. Looking at his dangling cock, “Thanks for reminding me why they call you Fat Rob, but again, no thanks. Maybe when you’re in LA again.” Lisa smiled and took her leave, Torrie hugging her on her way out. After Lisa left, Torrie stripped ...

... out of her bikini, re-entered the hot tub, guided Fat Rob’s fat cock back inside her and smiled at him. “So what was Jules’ mom doing here?” “Jules’ mom?” Fat Rob asked, a sneaky grin appearing on his face. Chapter 5 Lisa borrowed Devin’s perfume that night. She used Devin’s shampoo instead of her own. She also used some of Devin’s makeup products, deodorant, and moisturizer. She didn’t use anything she owned. She didn’t want any trace of her scent to fill Jules’ nostrils. She had her hair in a ponytail, hoping to avoid her hair coming into contact with Jules’ skin or hands, fearful Jules may recognize the thickness. Lisa nearly started crying when she saw her daughter, blindfolded, smiling, and waiting in the hotel room. Lisa took a deep breath, careful not to exhale audibly enough to where Jules would recognize it. Lisa was going to be silent. “Hi, are you there?” Jules asked. “Shhh,” Lisa attempted to disguise her voice making the shush as high pitched as possible. “Ah, no talking, I understand. I’ll be quiet and enjoy this,” Jules replied. Lisa set the camera on the entertainment center the TV resided in. Turning it on, like Bob instructed her, she waved at the little red light. Bob said he may not be at his computer to watch in real time, but the software would save the footage and notify him of it when he opened the program. Jules felt someone standing next to her; she smiled, waiting for this mystery woman to begin. “I love women just as much as men. I’ve never been ...