1. One Trick Penny – Chapter 2


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KrystalClear, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    working it ever so slightly into my mouth with each circumnavigation. I watched as he closed his eyes; slowly beginning to moan with pleasure. It reminded me of a cat purring. His breathing became deeper, and I could taste the precum jizm begin to excrete over my brightly painted red lips. I’d been assured that this particular brand of lipstick wouldn’t smear while performing fellatio. It’s unfortunate that women need to specifically request it at the makeup counter, but it is worth the asking. “Oh, shit, I think I’m getting ready to cum. No, not yet,” Dave said in a panic. He'd only gone ten minutes. “It’s alright Dave. We can slow down. I crawled up onto his body. His shirt was still on and buttoned. I tore the two sides apart. A couple of the buttons flew across the room, and I rubbed my tits over his bare chest. His two hands cupped my ass through the supple leather encasement. He rubbed it experiencing it unique curvatures. “You're not wearing any underwear.” The expensive skirt was made of such fine leather, it was actually possible to tell. “I never bother with them. Such a waste of time,” I whispered confidently into his ear. He began to unbutton my blouse. My melons poured out after the second button was released. He began to suck on each nipple like a man starving. Ordinarily, I loved his attention to my sensitive areola, but my mindset at the moment needed to focus solely on his pleasure. Instead, I glanced at my shoes and wondered if the strappy sandals might ...
    have worked better with the skirt. The color was a near-perfect match. My self-diversion worked. My face falsely conveyed a look of near indifference that seemed to excite Dave even more. I realized he didn’t want me as a wife at this moment, but instead to be his whore. I felt a strange power in the prospect. Despite my facial expression of triviality, my vagina wasn’t buying into the deception. With my hips rhythmically gyrating across my client’s stomach, my animated pussy leaked its distinctive nectar across his taut flesh. I was about to engulf Dave’s hardened member with my sweet honeypot; the tip of his erection near the entry point, when I stopped. “What? Why stop now?” His voice took on a pleading tone I wasn’t used to hearing from a macho male like my husband. He bucked his hips as he tried without success to move his stiff member into my breech. “You’ll have to put on a condom. Sorry, sir, agency requirements.” I made the requirement sound as matter of fact as possible. I reached for a gold foil packed I had in my purse. “Stella, this isn’t necessary. It’s taking things too far.” “Sorry, I have no idea who Stella is. Your wife? Do you want me to pretend to be married to you? Sure, I can do that, but you’ll still have to wear a rubber. Your health, as well as mine, as they say.” He thrust his pelvis forward, but to no avail. I simply moved up his torso and denied him entry. “Twenty? I’ll give you twenty if you don’t make me wear a rubber.” Poor Dave waited and heard ...
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