God, I love sex. There is no way to describe how much I obsess about sex. And I consider myself the luckiest man alive. Just a year ago, I was a salesman for a computer company, jockeying through business doors trying to hustle my products. Then a small twist of fate changed my life.
I started out the day by rolling my date from the night before onto her stomach and sticking one of my fingers into her hot, little pussy. She moaned and started to wake up. Her pussy was already getting wet. I love the feel of a turned on pussy. I slid another finger into her and twisted back and forth. Slowly, I finger fucked her while I rubbed my thumb over her clit. She pressed against my hand, wanting the feelings my busy fingers were creating in her body. Running my tongue down the small of her back, I could taste the salt and sweat on her skin. The extra stimulation seemed to excite her. She writhed and pressed her greedy pussy hard onto my fingers. Suddenly, she clenched down on my hand as she orgasmed.
I couldn’t hold myself back anymore and plunged my dick into her tight snatch. I was bumping forcefully against her ass. I wrapped my arms around her body and fingered her clit and with my other hand I squeezed her big tits. She bucked against me, demanding more.
“Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!” She gasped through clenched teeth. I started pounding into her fast and hard, barely able to hold off my own orgasm when she started to spasm around me. I didn’t want that beautiful sensation to end; the incredible tightness in my balls, the prickly shivers of pleasure right before I cum. I just kept jabbing into her slopping wet pussy until I couldn’t control it any longer and shot my load into that sweet hole. I hated the fact that I had to leave my bed and go to work, but the bills didn’t pay themselves. Hopping into the shower, I started daydreaming about the great blowjob the chick had given me the past night. She had deep throated my big dick, sliding her tongue around my throbbing penis, stroking with one hand under my balls, she sucked me dry.
I wished I could have sex like that all the time, but that was a dream, or so I thought.
Later that afternoon, I stopped at a sidewalk café to grab some lunch. The tables were close together and there was a man near me talking on his cell phone. I didn’t pay much attention at first, until I heard him say the word sex, then I paid more attention.
"Yeah, O.K., I'll be there tonight at 7:00 to pick you up." The man at the next table laid his phone down. He quickly finished his cappuccino, folded his newspaper, and got up to leave. Glancing at his watch, he walked out the door, forgetting his cell. I picked it up and tried to catch him but he had already gotten into a taxi and sped away. The small cell phone in my hand started ringing. "What should I do now?" I thought. I can't listen to a phone ring without answering it, so I turned it on.
"Hello." I said uncertainly.
"Hi, my friend Vanessa gave me your number and said I should call you." A nervous female voice began. "You see, I well . . . I need to have sex in the worst way." She continued, too fast for me to interrupt. "Vanessa said you were a little pricey but worth it. Would $500.00 be enough for one night?"
I was stunned. I had just been thinking about sex and this woman I had never seen before wanted me to do her! My mind went into overload. It sounded great.
"Hey, no problem. I get calls like this all the time." I ad-libbed. "$500 will be fine, I'll give you a discount." I had no what the real going rates were. "When would you like me to come over?"
"Are you booked tonight?"
"No, not at all. My appointment had to cancel,” I grinned.
"Lucky me!" She laughed.
She quickly gave me her address, which I jotted down into my day planner.
That night, promptly at 7:30 I drove up to a posh house in one of the ritzy suburbs across town. I brought my overnight bag with some sexy essentials and a dozen roses to give to my new client. A touch of romance can help even the most casual of relationships. After all, it was all about the fantasy. I rang the doorbell and the big, oak door flew open immediately.
"Hi, I'm Jenny. You must be Scott." The petite lady standing in front of me had short dark hair cut at a slant and a small face with full lips and dark brown eyes. “Yeah, I'm Scott." I smiled. My name is really Tim, but who cares. "These are for you." I presented the roses to her with a flourish. I was in heaven. I hoped my eagerness and excitement weren’t obvious.
"Thanks. They are beautiful. Please come in." She led me down the foyer into a huge living room decorated in white with green marble and brass. A fire crackled away in the fireplace. There was even a simulated polar bear rug in front of it.
"I love your place. You obviously have quite a flare for decorating," I said trying to sound casual. I was using all of my self-control not to grab her tight ass.
"Thanks, I really love this house. I won it in my divorce along with two cars and a sizable alimony." She moved to set the flowers in a vase. "I thought I would try you out and if you were as great as Vanessa said, I would have you come out once a week."
"Hell yeah!" I thought. Sex with this gorgeous woman once a week for pay, I could quit my real job and do what I loved best.
"I aim to please, Mam." I drawled in my best imitation of a Texan. "If you would like to sit down on the couch with me, I would love for you to tell me your favorite ways to have sex and your wildest fantasies." I had worked long enough at my dead end sales job to know the best way to satisfy a customer was to meet her needs and go the extra step.
Jenny sat down next to me, her leg pressed against mine; I took her hand and raised it to my lips. Then I carefully started to massage it.
"I like to be seduced and lots of foreplay. I have fantasies of being tied up and blind folded while a man does erotic things to me. I really like a man who can be inventive. I think for tonight, I would like something sensual though. Not to wild."
