1. I was A Middle Aged Man Whore Part 1


    Date: 10/27/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: sexstoriesanderotica, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    down in front of the television with her for a while. I explained that old loud mouth called me and said she might have some work for me to do and that it would help out with the rent. She asked me what kind of work and we both agreed that it sounded suspicious because neither one of us knew anything about any business she was involved in. Her b*****r owned some shitty warehouse on the edge of town, but other than that, we had no clue. When I told her that I wouldn't be meeting her until 9:30, my wife told me she was tired and the baby was kicking all day, so she was going to call it an early night. I told her goodnight and she walked into the bedroom, got changed, and fell fast asl**p. It was about eight or so and the next thing I remember is my cell phone going off. I immediately woke up, looked at the clock, and yelled “shit!” apparently I also had fallen asl**p soon after my wife went to bed and it was Trisha calling me. I answered the phone in a groggy voice and said “Hello”. She said “What the hell are you doing? I thought we had an appointment to talk business at 9:30?” I said “Sorry, I fell asl**p, I’ll be right over." I hung up and shook off my slumber. Went out, locked the door, and headed across the yard to Trisha’s house which was unfortunately only about 100 yards from the one I rented from her. I remember thinking to myself as I walked across the yard , what was it that this crazy bitch had in mind for me , or worse , was I going to get jumped by some of her ...
    biker boys when I got to the house , or who knows what else. All kinds of crazy thoughts were entering my mind and to be honest I was starting to get a case of cold feet and the butterflies because I was really uncomfortable about this whole situation. I made it across the yard and got to the back door of her house and lightly knocked on the screen door. The house door was open and I could hear the television on inside. I guess she was enjoying the nice cool breeze and she was expecting me so I didn't think it was weird to leave the back door open at night in our neighborhood on this particular occasion. She yelled “Come in!” I grabbed the screen door handle and I attempted to turn it but it was locked so I couldn't. I yelled through the door "I can't , it's locked." She yelled back "Hold on a minute!" I was getting even more uncomfortable now because I had time to stand there and think about this whole fucked up situation. I was seriously thinking about bailing out right there on the spot and taking off, but I realized that I had no choice in this , I needed to keep my place to live so whatever it was the old bag wanted to talk about , I had to play along with it and at least listen. I heard a door open, some indistinct talking from inside the house and then I heard a door shut , and next came the approaching footsteps. It was a really loud clickity clack sound on hardwood floors , my stomach was starting to sink and I started to get a little nauseated about this. Looking ...
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