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"Yes Ma'am,... That's right, he is.... She told you about him?... Of course, when would you like him to come over?... No, I'm afraid next Wednesday at 2 is booked, but he's available later that day.... Oh, I see, well we don't want your husband to be there, do we? How about Monday at that time?" Miranda replied. This was the tenth appointment she'd booked today. Word about Michael was making the rounds fast.
"Yes Ma'am, the fee is $200 for two hours.... Yes, I would say, in my personal experience, he is worth every penny.... Of course, he'll see you then. Goodbye." She rubbed her ear, itching it with her fingertip. She might need to invest in a headset if this kept up, but she could certainly afford it.
She walked into her bedroom, where Michael was snoring away, getting some much needed rest. In the two weeks since he'd started his 'summer job', he'd serviced some twenty-five different women, for a total of twenty-nine appointments, meaning there were four repeat customers already. Five, if she counted herself. It's a good thing he was a strong, young man, with an insatiable libido, because Miranda was getting some nearly every day as well, putting his count in the forties. She'd even started paying for it herself, although at a significant discount off the 'retail' rate.
"Hey baby," she whispered, kissing him softly on the lips. He stirred, and opened his eyes, smiling when he saw Miranda's pretty face. He kissed her back, and gave her a quick grope for good measure.
"Is it that time already?" he asked, stretching and rubbing his eyes.
"I'm afraid so. Mrs. Martinez at ten. Then you need to get some lunch, before you go see Ashley again at two." This would be her college friend's fourth time with Michael, and the second for Mrs. Martinez, a slightly plump, Hispanic, clothing store owner, who was married, hence the ten a.m. appointment.
Michael sprang out of bed, eager to start his day.
"Ooooooo, Mrs. Martinez.... she's fun. She yells in Spanish, and everything is 'Ai, ai, ai'. Her boobs really bounce!"
"So you've told me," Miranda laughed, jiggling her own breasts at him. "You're an incorrigible boob man, aren't you?"
"Yep, and there's no one to blame but you!" Michael replied, stepping over for another kiss. "Will you meet me for lunch?"
"Certainly, Sweetheart. What do you want for dinner?" she asked. "Don't forget, you've got your first overnight tonight, with Charisse Wilson. What did you do to her last time? Man she's hot for you! You weren't even out of her driveway last time before she called and booked you again, for the night. She wanted to make it the same time every week, at $500 a night, but I told her we'd have to check with you."
Michael had used his new income to move out of his parents house, into the apartment over a friend's parent's garage. They didn't want to take advantage of a student, so they were only charging him $100 a month, which was great, since he was hardly ever there, spending most nights in Miranda's bed. Until tonight anyway. Miranda was going to miss him.
As requested, Michael parked his car one block away from Mrs. Martinez's house, and walked the rest of the way. He watered a few flowers, then went around to the back yard to do the same. There he saw the lady of the house through the sliding glass doors of the living room.
Mrs. Esmeralda Martinez, or Esmi as she asked him to call her when they were alone, was wearing a red satin negligee, which barely contained her huge, soft boobs. He thought she looked a little like Salma Hayack, with her dark hair, full lips and big brown eyes, but Esmeralda wasn't quite as lean. She wasn't fat, just exceptionally curvy, pretty much the definition of voluptuous.
Esmi waved at him, and pressed her ample boobs against the glass, rubbing them in a seductive circle. She slid the door aside.
"Thank you for watering my flowers, Michael. I have a job for you in here, as well," she said quietly, winking at him when he drew near. Once the door was closed being him, she pounced.
"Oh god, Michael, I've been going crazy, waiting for today," she whispered, standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips in a kiss that confirmed her level of arousal. Her breasts pressed firmly into his chest, nearly spilling out of the lacy garment. "I have a surprise for you. Follow me!"
She took his hand leading him to the stairs. He knew the way to her bedroom, but liked to follow her, since it let him watch her very curvy booty wiggle up the stairs. He especially liked the way her ass shook when he fucked her from behind last week, and she must have enjoyed it as well, since he was back to do it again.
He knew she was married, and getting caught in her bed was a possibility, but she had told him that her husband wasn't interested in sex anymore. Much older than she was, her husband was a workaholic, and she had her shop as well, so money wasn't an issue. Appropriately, her business was a little lingerie store, so she had a vast collection of revealing unmentionables.
At the top of the stairs, she took a left, and ran giggling into the bedroom, leaping onto the bed. By the time Michael joined her in the bedroom, she was bouncing excitedly on her knees, a motion that soon had her tits hanging out of the neckline of her negligee. She grabbed something off the bedside table.
It was a giant dildo, almost as long as Michael's cock, with a suction cup on the base. It wasn't as thick as his equipment, but it was pretty beefy.
"I've been training," she laughed, sucking the dildo deep into her mouth. Amazingly, she almost swallowed the entire length, but as he would find out later, she hadn't just been practicing her deepthroating technique.
Michael shed his clothes, and walked over to Esmi, his monstrous cock hanging heavily as he moved. Her eyes widened, and a smile broke out. She had a very wide mouth, so when she smiled, it was electric. Having that wide mouth also let her suck more of his dick than anyone else in his life, and she giggled again, rolling onto her back and tilting her head back off the edge of the bed.. She opened wide and grabbed his hips, pulling his cock into her mouth.
He really liked Esmi. She was hot, and an absolute slut in the bedroom. Michael put both hands on her big, pillow-soft tits, fondling their full curves, and using them as leverage when he started to fuck her throat. Her lips, painted with her favourite bright red lipstick, were stretched tight around his thick meat, and she was breathing in sharp little snorts every few strokes. More than half his cock had disappeared into her eager mouth, a red smear of lipstick marking her maximum intake, but she wasn't done, pulling him deeper, gagging, but not surrendering.
The sensation of mouth, lips and tongue on his hard dick was unique. She was the only one of his ladies, as he now thought of them, Miranda included, who could truly suck his cock. Last week, she had sucked him off after he'd fucked her to four orgasms, but this was different. It was obvious, her intent this time was an ice breaking blowjob, and it was working.
Michael started to growl, as he often did when he was getting close, and she went wild, sucking harder still. Excess saliva, stained pink by her lipstick, ran from the corners of her mouth, and she went for broke swallowing more of his length. Her snorting breaths tickled his balls, and she stuck a finger in his ass. That did it.
Michael came like a racehorse, blasting his prodigious load directly down her throat, while she held her breath and swallowed feverishly. Finally his output subsided, and Esmi quickly withdrew, gasping for air. She sat up, saliva and cum dripping off her chin, but a huge smile of satisfaction on her face.
"Holy fuck!" Michael laughed. "No one has ever...."
