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There are certainly a lot of benefits that come along with having money. I wasn't really one to splurge on things like cars or mansions; my weaknesses were more related to travel and women. Even so, I probably spent a lot more of my money on charitable donations than I ever did just to get laid. Of course, with proper planning and the appropriate incentive, the two can often go hand in hand. It didn't take me very long to realize that the recipients of a major donation are very appreciative and, since they are accustomed to working with little money, they have different ways of showing their appreciation. I got in the habit of looking for charities that were the pet projects of rich, older women who often not only appreciated the donation, but appreciated a young male donor, as well. I can't even tell you how many times I allowed myself to be seduced as an unofficial "thank you" from a charity.
Of course, I was always looking for something new and different just to shake things up a bit. I think I initially got hooked on the TV show "Clean House" because of the dramatic changes that they were facilitating in peoples' lives. Eventually, however, I started thinking about two other things as I watched: doing something myself to help, like visiting the yard sales and picking up the big-ticket items at full price, and what the odds were that I could score with Lisa, Trish or Miss Niecy. The more I watched, the more my goal became the latter, which I thought might be accomplished via the former. When a promo suggested visiting the show's website if I wanted to find a "Clean House" yard sale, I figured it was time to see if any of the three ladies would feel some major appreciation.
I started to regularly check the yard sale schedule, not just for something that worked with my own schedule, but also for neighborhoods that might have more high-end items for sale. I finally decided on one and made the necessary arrangements to be there. I didn't want to show up as soon as the thing started, preferring to swoop in when things were looking a little bit desperate. Once I arrived, I scoped things out, noting the big-ticket items and that Miss Niecy, Trish, Mark and Matt were all present. I tried to keep a low profile but, eventually, Miss Niecy noticed me and approached.
"Got your eye on something in particular?" she asked.
"Oh, yes. Absolutely," I replied, "Is there somewhere we can talk without all of the cameras around, though?"
"Camera shy, huh?" she asked, "Sure, come on inside for a minute."
I followed her into the house with my eyes on her bodacious booty and we were soon alone.
"I'm a fan of the show and a fan of yours," I began, "but I'm also a successful businessman who gets great joy from sharing the fruits of my labor with people who may not be as fortunate as I am. What I would like to propose, without any fanfare or recognition, is that, just as the charity truck is arriving, I buy everything that is left. Everything will still go onto the truck to be donated, but this family will also get paid for everything that they were willing to give up."
Miss Niecy's mouth fell open and she stammered for a moment. When I pulled out a big wad of bills, her eyes went wide.
"This is unprecedented," she finally managed to say, "I'm not even sure what to say."
"Well," I said, "you can say 'It's a deal' and maybe just give me an idea of how much you appreciate what I'm doing."
"I'm not a prostitute," she said with attitude, eyeing the wad of cash.
"I know that," I replied, "I'm not giving any money to you; it is all going to the family. But you can still appreciate that, can't you?"
I set the wad of money on the kitchen counter and moved toward her. She didn't move away or protest when I started to unbutton the front of her low-cut brown dress. I was rock hard as her incredibly sexy bra and ample cleavage were further revealed. There was a belt that also had to be undone, but I was soon opening the front of her dress to fully expose her succulent brown breasts barely encased in her sexy bra and the hot, matching boy short panties. She let the dress slide down her arms then handed it to me and I set it on the counter beside the cash. Her tits were just unbelievable so I reached out to caress them and felt her hard nipples. I was pleased that she closed her eyes and let out a sigh that definitely seemed to indicate that she was enjoying my attention. I pulled the tops of her bra cups down to expose her thick, hard nipples and her large, brown areolas then lowered my head to lick and suck her nipples.
She started running her fingers through my hair while I slid my hands down to unfasten the front clasp of her bra, releasing her big, brown beauties. As she quickly shed her bra and tossed it onto the counter with her dress, I was caressing the soft, smooth flesh of her titties while still licking and sucking her nipples. My hands gradually moved down to her panties and I caressed her big, round ass before running my fingertips over the front of them. She was moaning softly now so I figured she was onboard with my plan and dropped to my knees to take her panties down. Her dark brown bush was neatly groomed and, when I ran my fingers through it, I discovered the she was dripping with juices. I had her sit up on the kitchen table, which was one of the few pieces of furniture remaining, then lay back as I lowered my face toward her pussy.
I immediately ran my tongue up along her dripping slit to taste the pungent juices that she was abundantly secreting. She started moaning softly as I lapped at her pussy, one of her hands dropping to the back of my head. I managed to get a nearby chair under me and settled in to enjoy a tasty meal, slipping a couple of fingers into her slippery pussy as I licked and sucked her clit. Glancing up, I could see that the hand that was not on the back of my head was caressing her luscious tits and pulling on her nipples. Beyond them, her eyes were closed and her pink tongue was running over her thick lips. My cock was threatening to burst from my jeans as I contemplated slipping it into her hot pussy, between her luscious lips or between her succulent breasts.
My fingers were coated in her copious juices as I pumped them in and out of her pussy, which seemed to just continue getting wetter and more engorged the longer I ate her. Her hips were sort of rocking and her moaning was getting a little bit louder and more insistent, so I was certain that she was on the verge of an intense orgasm. I put everything I had into getting her the rest of the way there so that I could fuck her, too, since there was still a risk of being interrupted. Her body started to tense up more and randomly twitch as I relished the opportunity to eat her pussy while I had it. Finally, her entire body began to shake and, as I continued to eat her, I had the sense to look up and watch her titties jiggling as she came. Her orgasm lasted fairly long time, which pleased me, but she eventually let out a sigh and went nearly limp.
I slipped my fingers from her pussy and sucked her juices from them as I stood, then unfastened my jeans and pulled out my throbbing tool. As she was catching her breath, still with her eyes closed, I guided my cock to her hot pussy and slipped it in. She sucked in her breath and let out a moan as I lifted her legs and hooked them over my arms while holding the top of her thighs. I was looking down at my pink cock disappearing into the brown cleft of her pussy while savoring the feel of it but, as I started to fuck her harder, glanced up toward her bouncing tits. One of her hands crept down to stroke her clit as I fucked her while the other started to play with her hard nipples again. We were both so engrossed in the pleasure that we were feeling that we never even heard the door open or anyone come inside.
"What is going on here?" came Trish's voice, although it was plainly obvious what exactly was going on. I never stopped, nor did Miss Niecy try to stop me, as we both explained how we had gotten to the point where I was fucking her and she was completely into it. Trish had a somewhat incredulous look on her face, but she was watching intently as my cock continued to thrust in and out of Miss Niecy's hot pussy.
"Are you interested in showing your appreciation, as well?" I finally asked, thinking that scoring with both of them wasn't something I'd considered, but was definitely something appealing.
