"Management! Your time is up!"
We scrambled to cover up as she unlocked the door and let herself in.
"If you need more time you have ta pay. As it is you owe for 20 minutes."
She was the very essence of the word cheap. Her frizzy blonde hair stood on end caked with hairspray, and looked as if it was one dye job away from falling out. She stood about 5'3" and very thin. She stood there chewing subconsciously on the nail of her first finger; it was an inch long and done in a "French" manicure. Her outfit looked like something that might have been left behind by one of the hourly tenants. White, strappy, wedge heels graced small feet with chipped red nail polish on the toes. She stood there looking around the room, while pulling down her denim-colored spandex skirt. Her shirt, if it could be called that, was a red, gingham and denim halter-top tied just above her navel. The skirt was so tight she looked as if she might topple over at any second. She was every man's dream of slumming it.
She looked around, as if finally realizing that we were naked. Her eyes rested on the tent in the sheet covering my husband's lap. Now, he's no freak of nature, but his cock is impressive and that tent was definitely drawing her eye.
I looked at him questioningly, and he looked back with a little smile that said all I needed to know.
"Can we pay in . . .an alternative method?" I asked letting the sheet fall down, exposing my small upturned breasts.
"Honey, we only accept cash. You ain't got nothing I want." She said this looking at me, but once again her eyes were drawn to my husband's lap once more. It was obvious we did have something she wanted.
Jackson stood up, "Okay, Ma'am, let me get my wallet." The sheet dropped to the floor. His cock smacked against his stomach when the sheet dropped. He paused just a moment to see her reaction, and then reached for his clothes.
"Well," Her tongue reached out and dampened her lips, "Maybe we can work something out. See, I haven't had no cock in near bouts 3 years. Since Jerry had surgery. I figure what he don't know can't hurt me. So why don't you bring that over here."
Jackson's cock jumped as he moved over to her and thrust his hand into her hair. He pulled her into a deep, hard kiss. I watched as he jerked her skirt up and tore her cotton thong off, exposing her clean shaven cunt.
He tore open her shirt, flinging imitation pearl buttons across the room. Slamming her against the door she had just closed, he found her tits. She had a handful and the nipples were as large as silver dollars each with a long, hard, deep pink peak. He pinched one roughly and then knelt to bury his face in her pussy.
She threw one leg over his shoulder and pressed her cunt into his face. Moaning and bucking her hips, she cried, "Don't stop! Dear God, don't stop!"
I was lying back on the pillows, still moist from our earlier fun. Running my hand over my sweaty skin, I pulled on my nipple and ran my hand over my juicy lips. .) Watching her reaction to Jackson's forceful ministrations was making me hotter by the moment. My hands were becoming frenzied as I stroked my cum soaked pussy lips. Finally, I slipped one finger into my hungry cunt. I fucked myself, using Jackson's cum and rubbing at my clit while she moaned and thrust her hips forward.
She appeared to be getting closer to release when Jackson pulled away from her hairless snatch as suddenly as he had attacked it.
"Do you want to cum?" he questioned, licking her from his lips.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gazed at him with something akin to amazement. "Yes, please," she whispered almost as if she were praying, a slight note of reverence in her voice.
"Well, if you want yours, Melinda gets hers." He said this while gesturing to me. She nodded almost imperceptibly, still a bit dazed by her unexpected ravishing.