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might be making everything else smell bad, especially latex condoms that are hard to get on small dicks in the dark, but I use my mouth and suck it on. He moans and squeaks and then I remember this is why I liked him, because he’s so responsive. At first I just swish my tongue around and around. Cinnamon and latex definitely don’t go together. I practice taking him all the way in, which is easy because he’s just a perfect mouthful. When I start sucking he really starts squeaking and twitching and Jane says, “wow, did you just come in her mouth?” and I say “uh-uh” around his cock.
This is definitely what I loved, his willingness to give in so completely to ecstasy. I practice playing his body with my tongue for a long time in the darkness before someone suggests a change of position.
“I want your cock so bad,” I squeal. “Sorry Jane, I know I’m such a cock hog lately.”
She rolls her eyes behind his back. Actually she’s having some hormonal thing and doesn’t feel like dick inside her.
I grab for a pillow to shove under my ass but Jane’s already got it. It’s so comfortable turning tricks with a familiar friend. He pushes into me, shrieking and moaning, and when I rake my fingernails down his back he goes wild with the bucking and squealing. He twitches his way right out of my pussy but he doesn’t seem to notice or mind that he’s fucking the air and my ass cheeks. I pull him against me, a tight container for pleasure, and he gasps and twitches and shrieks until he comes and then lays with his head on my chest while I pet his hair.
He’s kind of heavy though and I roll him off me, lay my head on his sweaty chest, and play with his dick. Jane snuggles up on the other side and runs her nails over his chest.
“Is it too much? Does it tickle?” She’s concerned every time I make him erupt in uncontrollable squeaky giggles. Of course it’s not too much though, it’s what he came for. When the hour of pleasure is complete I let go and move to the side a little. Jane goes to start the shower for him and he asks about my mom. Suddenly I remember his life and I change the topic to his daughter's stunning achievements.
When he gets in the shower Jane whispers that she thinks he left six hundred dollars. I pounce on the cash like a kitten and follow her to the other toilet so she can watch me count and divide it evenly. Six hundred, three for me and three for her.
BECOMING INNOCENT
The one client I had scheduled no showed and the day would be in the negative if it weren't for an email from Ted. “How long are you going to be in town? My plane gets in at midnight.”
“Call me,” I wrote back. “I'm not leaving 'til tomorrow morning.”
I still remember the first time I saw Ted's cock. It was huge. I am so scared of huge cocks. It was kind of on the edge of being a reasonable size, though, and he'd brought wine and blueberries and I thought he had the most beautiful skin and softest lips ever. He has a very important and profitable job, and he's from the Caribbean. When I first squatted over him and lowered myself onto his cock, I waited for the ouch of cock against cervix...but instead, it was bliss. A zillion happy nerve endings. Suddenly I understood what people meant by “dickmatized.”
It's dark when I go to his beautiful apartment in a locked-up building. You have to know a code. It took me so many visits to figure out how to work the security system. At home it doesn't get dark anymore, but here in the big city the sun still sets over the ocean. When I knock on his door it opens by magic and there are candles glowing in the mirror just inside. I still have that outcall dirty shirt and ugly shoes problem, so I ditch my shirt and shoes right away.
“Red wine?” he offers.
“Of course,” I answer. We take the
This is definitely what I loved, his willingness to give in so completely to ecstasy. I practice playing his body with my tongue for a long time in the darkness before someone suggests a change of position.
“I want your cock so bad,” I squeal. “Sorry Jane, I know I’m such a cock hog lately.”
She rolls her eyes behind his back. Actually she’s having some hormonal thing and doesn’t feel like dick inside her.
I grab for a pillow to shove under my ass but Jane’s already got it. It’s so comfortable turning tricks with a familiar friend. He pushes into me, shrieking and moaning, and when I rake my fingernails down his back he goes wild with the bucking and squealing. He twitches his way right out of my pussy but he doesn’t seem to notice or mind that he’s fucking the air and my ass cheeks. I pull him against me, a tight container for pleasure, and he gasps and twitches and shrieks until he comes and then lays with his head on my chest while I pet his hair.
He’s kind of heavy though and I roll him off me, lay my head on his sweaty chest, and play with his dick. Jane snuggles up on the other side and runs her nails over his chest.
“Is it too much? Does it tickle?” She’s concerned every time I make him erupt in uncontrollable squeaky giggles. Of course it’s not too much though, it’s what he came for. When the hour of pleasure is complete I let go and move to the side a little. Jane goes to start the shower for him and he asks about my mom. Suddenly I remember his life and I change the topic to his daughter's stunning achievements.
When he gets in the shower Jane whispers that she thinks he left six hundred dollars. I pounce on the cash like a kitten and follow her to the other toilet so she can watch me count and divide it evenly. Six hundred, three for me and three for her.
BECOMING INNOCENT
The one client I had scheduled no showed and the day would be in the negative if it weren't for an email from Ted. “How long are you going to be in town? My plane gets in at midnight.”
“Call me,” I wrote back. “I'm not leaving 'til tomorrow morning.”
I still remember the first time I saw Ted's cock. It was huge. I am so scared of huge cocks. It was kind of on the edge of being a reasonable size, though, and he'd brought wine and blueberries and I thought he had the most beautiful skin and softest lips ever. He has a very important and profitable job, and he's from the Caribbean. When I first squatted over him and lowered myself onto his cock, I waited for the ouch of cock against cervix...but instead, it was bliss. A zillion happy nerve endings. Suddenly I understood what people meant by “dickmatized.”
It's dark when I go to his beautiful apartment in a locked-up building. You have to know a code. It took me so many visits to figure out how to work the security system. At home it doesn't get dark anymore, but here in the big city the sun still sets over the ocean. When I knock on his door it opens by magic and there are candles glowing in the mirror just inside. I still have that outcall dirty shirt and ugly shoes problem, so I ditch my shirt and shoes right away.
“Red wine?” he offers.
“Of course,” I answer. We take the
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