1. Harsh Times


    Date: 4/10/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: squiffy, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    out and fondled my balls, caressed me with nimble fingers. Her head bobbed rhythmically, her moist lips gliding up and down my pulsating shaft. Then I felt her soft tongue teasing me, swirling around the exposed crown, brushing over the sensitive spot beneath the head. My body spasmed and my fingers dug into her scalp as the first jet of spunk hit the back of Tina's throat. Shocked, she recoiled, pulled my ejaculating organ from her mouth, seized it in her hand and pumped it in her fist. The bulging head spewed forth streams of thick liquid. She flinched and gasped as each squirt found its target, three final spurts caking her face and hair. I took a step back, gasping. My spit-soaked cock bobbed in midair with a dewdrop of spunk hanging from the tip. “Where the fuck did that come from?” Tina said, sounding shocked but happy. She laughed, mopping her face with her torn bikini top, and added, “You look like you’ve perked up. What did Jamal have to say?” My heart lurched in my chest. I felt sorry, scared, but also strangely excited. I had a tingling sensation in my groin and tummy when I said, “Jamal’s on his way. He’s slipping us five hundred quid and proposing a business plan. He reckons that young-looking girls like you are well in demand. I told him we’d give it a go. I mean, it’s no big deal, is it? Half an hour of your time here and there, a bit of hanky-panky, some slap and tickle, just to keep the old boys happy. You know, give them a nice little treat. We’ll be ...
    raking in more cash than we know what to do with.” I pulled on my shorts and stared at her, waiting for some sign of how she was going to take the news. I knew she was going to be angry with me. Then her lip began to quiver, and she looked away from me, saying, “You’re going to have me fuck dirty old men to pay our bills?” Her voice was soft and gentle, and tears welled up in her eyes. “It’s only till we’ve paid our debts,” I said, nervous. “And I promise, I will not leave you alone with the punters. I’ll be here, watching, making sure they don’t overstep the mark.” She turned to look at me, her demeanour changed to one of anger. “You’re going to watch dirty old men fuck me for money!” she snapped. Then she leaped up off the couch, screaming, “Are you out of your fucking mind?“ Snatching a pint glass off the coffee table, she hurled it at me. Ducking for cover, I felt the glass miss my head by a fraction of an inch before shattering against the wall behind me. And then she was coming at a fast trot towards me! She was a wonderful sight – the way she moved with the grace of a dancer, naked except for the meagre white panel of her bikini bottoms, her sweat-soaked skin shimmering in the sunlight – and it was mesmerising how her lurching movements made her bare tits bounce and bob. I closed my eyes, braced myself for some kind of attack, but it didn’t happen. Instead her hand darted out and grabbed the crotch of my shorts and squeezed the bulge between my legs. My breath caught in my ...
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