After I blew my load inside Crystal's tight, teenage pussy, it took me a long time to compose myself. Crystal kissed my neck, raked her nails across my ass, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I lapped it up, feeling loved by a woman for the first time. I had only been in two relationships, unless you count my sexual slavery to John as such. With Lela, there had always been an imbalance in her favor, and the entire time that we were together she was fucking other men. My brief courtship with Samantha was more equal, and contained significantly less drama, but her primary goal was to add me to the list of men that she had pegged.
With Crystal, it felt like the young woman actually loved me for who I was. And, if I was being honest, I was falling in love with her. It wasn't ideal that Crystal was a recovering drug-addict and a former prostitute, but based on sexual chemistry and general attraction, my feelings for her were off the charts. When I finally got my breathing under control, Crystal spoke.
"Can I show you my new clothes, Mark?" she asked excitedly. "I want to see what colors you like me in. I can exchange anything that you don't love."
I thought that Crystal's gratitude and enthusiasm were cute. A teenager, excited with her new wardrobe who wanted the opportunity to show her benefactor how appreciative she was. However, as the impromptu fashion show evolved, it was evident that she harbored a much deeper desire to please me.
"Do you like this on me, Mark?" Crystal asked, as she rotated in front of me wearing a light pink, pleated tennis skirt. "They had it in yellow, white and red if you want me to exchange it for a different color."
Crystal modeled her new wardrobe for me, as I sat there contemplating how the fuck I was hard again. I would later learn that my wife and I had spent fifteen hundred dollars on the teenager, and in addition, Lela had given Crystal five hundred in cash for her to purchase intimate apparel.
"For when you have a boyfriend, Crystal," my wife had told our young lodger.
"The pink garter-belt that I wore when you butt-fucked me is part of my intimate apparel," Crystal said enthusiastically. "Would you like to see some of my other lingerie, Mark?"
About two hours into the fashion show, I got a text from Lela. Brief and businesslike, it read:
"VIP has extended session to twenty-four hours. I need you to pick the baby up from the sitter at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. See you tomorrow afternoon or early evening."
It was just the news that I wanted to hear, even though we didn't really need the money. Lela's twenty-four hour rate, while discounted considerably from her six hundred dollar per hour fee, was still ten grand. Most of the clients that booked my wife for an hour wanted to check off a sexual bucket list in the abbreviated time-frame. A man who was willing to stump up ten thousand dollars for a day with the CumSlut, was looking for companionship not just sex. You couldn't ejaculate enough times in a twenty-four hour period to justify the outlay, unless it was for a connection on a deeper level.
At this point I didn't really care what the fuck Lela was doing with this wealthy black man. I knew that she would regale me with tales of his masculinity and virility, as I ate his semen from her well-used pussy. I knew that my reward, in addition to the ingestion of another man's ejaculate, would be a brief coupling as my wife verbally taunted me about the fact that I was enjoying sloppy seconds.
My reaction to the news of the VIP's extension was one of excitement. Lela's delayed return afforded me more time to get to know Crystal, and even though there was no way to know that this would end my marriage to Lela, I was willing to accept any consequences of our fledgling relationship.
By the time Crystal had modeled all of her lingerie for me, I was rock-hard and in a highly agitated sexual state. I had never been so desirous of another person, and Crystal sensed my sexual frustration, and simultaneously offered ways to take care of it.
"It's time for bed, Mark," Crystal advised me. "I would love to suck you off before you hit the sack. Which is your favorite outfit and what color lipgloss would you like me to wear for your bedtime blowjob?"
Crystal sucked me off that night, right before I drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Wearing her new peach-colored chemise, with the matching garter-belt and stockings, the teenager positioned herself in such a way that I was able to lay on my side and fuck her mouth to completion. It was an incredible sensation to thrust between her peach-glossed lips until I blew my load. Then, as if to solidify our fledgling connection, the last words I heard before I fell asleep were "I love you, Mark."
In the morning, waking up next to a beautiful teenager seemed like a dream come true. Even as I watched Crystal sleeping peacefully, I was overcome with a feeling of euphoria. However, as I slowly came to my senses, reality stared me in the face. My wife, the filthy CumSlut, was probably coaxing another load from her client as he woke from his own slumber with morning wood. My morning duties involved picking up Lela's black baby, for whom I harbored no animosity, but also had forged no connection. It would have been difficult enough to marry Lela had she already bore an offspring. However, this child, that quite obviously by the shade of his skin belonged to another man, was conceived during our marriage. My angst was compounded by the fact that I had witnessed their coupling, as Snake fucked my wife into oblivion. To add to the misery, Lela had voluntarily removed her diaphragm to accommodate Snake's mammoth cock, prioritizing his pleasure over the sanctity of our marriage.
My life with Lela was a fucking mess, and I wanted a brief respite from it, if only for a few days. I had a couple of hours before I had to pick up Lela's baby, and I fully intended to get some work done. As the old expression goes, 'the best laid plans'...
I work a lot from home, having a fully functional office in my house. I have never had an issue with self-discipline, and am able to get just as much work done from my home-office, as when I report to the law firm. I never even heard Crystal get out of bed, but about thirty minutes before I was due to pick up Lela's baby, I went into the kitchen to brew some coffee. When I returned to my office Crystal was bent over my large mahogany desk, wearing only a red garter-belt, red stockings and matching fuck-me pumps. In the interest of efficiency, Crystal had eschewed the panties, and a black latex butt-plug was wedged in her teenage asshole.
"We don't have much time left, Mark," Crystal whispered seductively, as she made eye-contact with me over her shoulder. "And I still have one orifice that you haven't ejaculated inside yet."
I certainly didn't need a second invitation, and if this was going to be a one-time fling, the thought of busting a nut in all three of Crystal's holes was enticing. Crystal was learning quickly and had done a wonderful job of preparing herself to be sodomized. As she deftly removed the butt-plug, it was apparent that the sex-toy had opened her anus up nicely. As a bonus, it was evident that Crystal had pre-lubricated to facilitate my entry. I dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles, lined the tip of my cock up with her rosebud, and slowly eased myself forward. Crystal let out a gasp as I forced my way through her sphincter, and a few moments later I was balls-deep inside her anal-cavity.
"Just a quick pump and dump, Mark," Crystal said crudely. "We have to pick Lela's baby up soon."
Despite having enjoyed several orgasms courtesy of the stunning teen, I knew that I wasn't going to last long under the provocative visual stimulation. Crystal was very young, absolutely gorgeous, and ripe for the taking. I slid my thumbs under Crystal's garter-belt straps as I held her ass-cheeks in my hands, and started to butt-fuck her.
