Well, if she was doing this purely for money…
Only for the money. No other intention.
Then why did she want to suck so badly?
Why’d she feel so…turned on?
When her lips touched the tip of his dick, he groaned with pleasure, and leaned back. The cock was already wet from pre cum, and she used her hands to rub it around, while Mr. Derrick moaned happily. Before she knew it, her head was bobbing up and down in a rhythm on his huge dick, which seemed to be growing bigger…
Suddenly, Mr. Derrick’s cock burst with biggest amount of cum she had ever seen with a loud cry. Her mouth had still been on it, she got a mouth full as well. He lay back, panting, and Lindsey collapsed, sitting on the floor, dazed, her mind racing with questions:
When had her shirt become unbuttoned? Why did his cum taste so good compared to her husband’s? Why did she want more of his cum? Why was she okay with this? Why was her pussy wet? When had her skirt hiked up?
Why did she actually like this?!
She had just given a man other than her husband a blowjob.
But only for money…right?
She was cheating. She was a slut. She was a prostitute.
But, surprisingly, she didn’t care.
He smiled. “Thank you. Now, that wasn’t so bad, huh? You know, I think you rather enjoyed it. You can go take a break. As a matter of fact, I think that that was the best blowjob I’d ever gotten. Have the rest of the day off.”
Confused, disoriented, and shaken, but beaming with a happiness and satisfaction Lindsey hadn’t felt since her honeymoon, she strutted out of the office.
One Tuesday, when she was called up to the office again around coffee break, Lindsey didn’t know what to expect. But five minutes later, her head was already bobbing on Mr. Derrick’s cock. He hadn’t even asked her this time. He’d just gestured for her to come forward, slipped a two hundred in her bra, and Lindsey simply had gotten to work.
It went like that all week. For some reason, although Lindsey was working, she realized that it had been the best week ever in a long time, and was surprised that she was upset on Saturday, wishing she could’ve been at the office. Sure, if she wanted she could’ve seduced her husband in a minute and given him a blow job (he wouldn’t have even hesitated), but her husband’s cock was only a pea compared to Mr. Derrick’s huge pole.
It was with excitement that she’d gone to work on Monday, and when she was called up for Mr. Derrick’s normal coffee time, she didn’t even hesitate, but walked straight up to his desk and leaned down, exposing the cleavage in her shirt that she had unbuttoned for Mr. Derrick’s ‘tip’. It wasn’t weird, because at TRUSTMONEY, all the women dressed like a hooker. This time, he slipped four hundred’s in in and said,
“Do a favor, Lindsey, turn around?”
Confused, Lindsey obeyed, but she didn’t know why.
“Now, Lindsey, bend over, but all the way now.”
She froze. She was in a thong and a mini pencil skirt, and her shirt was buttoned down so low it almost exposed her bra. When she’d started giving blowjobs to Mr. Derrick regularly, she found herself wearing lacy underwear, thongs and shorter skirts, with huge cleavage exposing tops, something she hadn’t done also since her honeymoon. But, for some reason, she’d learned to trust Mr. Derrick in a way she couldn’t understand, and so she bent over.
Lindsey gasped when she felt his fingers on her pussy, rubbing slowly. “M— Mr. Derrick!” she gasped.
“Yes, Lindsey, I think this time you deserve some, too now,” He said.
As she started to object, he added, “Look. You’re already all wet! You know you want this, Lindsey, and I know from the way you’ve been acting to me that your husband keeps you poor thing deprived of the things you need most. Sit on my lap, sweetie, and spread your legs.
Lindsey didn’t even hesitate. What was she doing? Was her body taking over her mind?! Her husband was the only one who should be doing this to her!
But the minute Mr. Derrick started rubbing, she forgot everything and simply groaned in pleasure. His fingers moved skillfully around her pussy, making her wetter than even her husband had ever made her, and she had thought he was good at that—Mr. Derrick made him look horrible. He slowly started finger fucking her, rubbing her clit at the same time and she started gasping and crying out—he was too good at this.
Suddenly, she felt herself build up and she cried out, “Mr. Derrick, please, stop! I’m coming, I’m coming!!!!!”
She couldn’t let him see her cum, no, it was so wrong…
But his response was to only go faster and to lean down and suck and flick his tongue around on her rock hard nipples.
This made her lose it, and she cried out gleefully, bucking on his lap as she came. It had been so long since she’d come, and it felt so, so, good.
When they were done and she’d gone home, she noticed her husband was being very touchy with her tonight. Since she’d started wearing skin-exposing clothes, her husband had started to notice. She could tell he’d wanted to sleep with her tonight, she knew him so well, but she couldn’t. She hadn’t had sex in over a year, and she wanted someone else other than her husband to break that, although she kept lying to herself that she was just tired and didn’t want to have sex this very night.
And that was exactly what she’d told her husband, who, being the sweet guy he was, smiled seductively and said, “Tomorrow night, then.”
She didn’t reply, she just smiled numbly, because she was stunned. For the first time, her husband hadn’t turned her on with that smile. Normally, she’d have literally jumped into bed with him if she’d seen that smile.
The next day, when Lindsey was called up again for ‘coffee’, Mr. Derrick slipped six hundreds in, and in her purse this time, not her bra. A little surprised, she looked at him with her eyebrows raised. His only reply was to gesture her forward and whisper, “We don’t want our money falling out, right?” Confused, she walked forward, like usual. She noticed his desk was completely cleared off, unlike its normal cluttered state. He stood up and pushed her onto the desk into a seated position. He pushed her legs apart, exposing her very wet pussy already and grabbed her shirt, and ripped the buttons open in one pull. She gasped as her boobs bounced out, and saw the already huge bulge in his pant increase in size. He then hiked her skirt up, all the way. His eyes moved lustfully down her body, followed by his hands, exploring it fully. He paused at her nipples, little pebbles under her red lacy bra, and kissed them lightly on the bra, which only made them get harder and made Lindsey groan with satisfaction. When he got to her legs, he started with her knee, kissing and feeling his way up, past her soft thigh, till she was positively moaning when he got to her pussy lips. The wet was showing right through her lacy red thong and he shoved it aside in hunger and greedily tasted her pussy. Lindsey gasped, her hand flying up to her nipples and rubbing them as he sucked on her clit. When was the last time she’d been sucked down there?
And then he started tongue fucking her. In pleasure, her other hand entangled itself in his hair and kept it in place, on her pussy, not that he was going to pull away any time soon. She pressed her pussy into his mouth as she panted and whimpered. He moved his tongue up to her clit, and sucked, while he inserted two fingers and finger fucked her, and as he increased fingers to three, and four, her cries grew louder and she started bucking, and she came in his mouth. He didn’t waste a drop, it was the best cum from a girl he’d ever tasted—and he’d had his area of expertise.
Lindsey leaned back on her elbows, panting from pleasure. “That…felt…so…good…” she gasped.
Mr. Derrick grinned and said, “Your husband probably doesn’t give you that much of a good feeling, huh? Tell me, when was the last time you had sex with him?”
Lindsey blushed and said, “About six months. Ever since he started working, we’ve been so busy and stuff.”
Mr. Derrick smiled a seductive smile and said, “I think we need to fix that, don’t you?” and he let his pants and underwear dropped, and a huge dick sprung out, fully erect.
Lindsey didn’t even hesitate or double think what she was doing. She wanted him to fuck her so much, with that huge cock. She simply grinned in reply and opened her legs to him further. He smiled and rubbed the pre cum on his dick around to lubricate it and moved the tip of his penis up and down her pussy, teasing her. Her nipples were already hard again, and she groaned in satisfaction. He paused in front of her vaginal opening, mocking her just a little more.
And then he pushed.
She gasped. She hadn’t had a dick in her for so long, but this one it felt so good, perfect inside her, so much better than her husband’s…
Mr. Derrick watched his dick enter her. Damn, she was tight, but a good tight he liked. It’d been so long since he’d fucked a tight woman. And then he started pumping, and eventually she started pushing back, and they created sort of a rhythm, while she whimpered in pleasure. As he pumped faster, her cries grew louder, and with each one he could feel his dick build up with his orgasm, but he didn’t let it out, he was waiting for her. Suddenly she gasped, while he was pushing in, and he knew he’d found her G spot. After that he pumped carefully but fast while hitting her G spot every time, and her whimpering grew even louder. Suddenly she cried out, and Mr. Derrick let himself out, and they cummed together, her bucking and him still pushing as far as he could go in her.
After that, he slowly pulled himself out of her, and he leaned in and started kissing her neck as she calmed down from the orgasm.
And then, when she did, they made love all over again.
When Lindsey came home, she was bursting with happiness. She’d been fucked two times today, and they’d been the best experiences of her life. When she came home, she saw the note saying her husband had gone to the grocery store, and she sat down at the table, remembering what’d just happened. Eventually, she was fingering herself, thinking about Mr. Derrick’ cock moving inside her.
Sure,so she was pretty much a prostitute. Sure, so she was pretty much a slut now.
But she didn’t care. The reward for being a slut and a prostitute was unbeatable.
All she had to do now was keep her husband from finding out…
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