My break was just about over anyway.” He said with a smile.
After he gets behind the register, he rings her items up and bags them.
“That’ll be $22.50.”
She hands him a $100 bill and rather than protest getting such a large bill at such a late hour as the sign above his head says, he simply goes over to the safe and gets the change out.
“It looks like I owe you an apology.” He says to her.
“It’s nothing dude. Don’t worry about…wait. What do you mean by, “it looks like you owe me an apology?”
“Well,” Calvin said, “had I known that you were having digestive issues, I would have shown more urgency.”
“Digestive issues? What are you…oh yeah, me and my “digestive issues.” She quickly realized that it was less embarrassing to allow him to think this than it was for him to know the truth as to why she was getting an enema kit.
Thank the anal gods that he didn’t appear to know what astroglide was used for.
She gets back to her place just in time for her first session. It was pretty standard. She sucked his cock and then he buried it as far as it could go into her tight black snatch. It only took a minimal amount of strokes for him to reach a climax.
For someone with a pathetically small member, he did expel a very impressive volume of semen. Most of which fell down the side of Tiffany’s leg as his dick jumped out of her pussy as he came.
Client number two
Just as Lisa had told her, he liked to eat pussy. And to her surprise, he was damn good at it! His long tongue brought her to several thundering orgasms.
Lucky for him she had already did her enema in anticipation of date number three because if not, when she lost control of her bodily functions due to his tongue lashing of her clit; it would have been much worse for him with his face being so close to her anus.
When date three finally arrived, she found herself a little more than slightly impressed. “Chet” had the rugged outdoor demeanor of a farmhand only he was one who was also very handsome and very rich.
He was towheaded and wore his blond hair in a tapered military haircut. He didn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him as he looked like he ran three marathons a week.
Lisa, who she knew had been with Chet in the past, had only warned Tiffany about that one thing. She neglected to tell her about what a total package this man was.
One thing that she did get right was the size of his cock, Tiffany thought. It was ginormous! Not many men left her wet with anticipation, but Chet definitely checked all boxes.
She had her hair tied with an ethnic type of cloth. She had long since noticed that her Caucasian clients seemed to savor the idea of sticking their cocks into an “African Princess”.
Chet was no exception as he constantly told her how beautiful she looked especially when she squatted down and gave him an extremely noisy, yet sensual blow job.
He almost came from her oral onslaught. But she wasn’t having that. Before the night was over, she’d feel every inch of his throbbing monster in every pleasure hole on her body!
In their first position, he had her to ride him cowgirl style. He was very much the dictator in bed. He called all the shots. After all, he was the customer and the customer was always right.
Too bad that idiot store clerk had never heard that adage before…
Wait! Why was she thinking about him at a time like this? He was a nobody. A broke fool who could only find work at a job that either some teenager or some retired person should have.
Her focus needed to be on the man that was sending her body through orgasmic convulsions and was paying her for the privilege of doing so.
After she had squirted all over his lap and the bed. Chet decided to take the party to the floor.
He slid his pipe back into her pussy from the dominate position as she lay on her back with nowhere to run from his powerful stroking.
“You are getting this pussy, daddy.” She yelled to him. “I’ve been cumming since we laid down here.”
“You think that’s something?” He bragged. “Wait until I stick it in your ass.”
“Well daddy. Don’t talk about it; be about it.” She told him as she pointed to the nearby anal lube.
He scoffed at the gesture. “Oh no baby. I don’t use that shit.”
“You don’t? She said in surprise. “But, your dick is too big to go in dry.”
He smiled a wicked smile at her. “I only said I don’t use artificial lubricant. I never said I was going in dry.”
He retracted his cock as her pussy lips closed audibly. He had her to raise her legs and grab her ankles so that her ass was propped up to where he could reach it.
He began to tongue and lick her ass like nobodies business! Her mind was gone her will had been sapped and at that moment, had Chet asked her for the PIN for her debit card, she would have given him that as well as the keys to her Range Rover.
She had now forgotten all about Tony Lino and his problems, the clerk at the store whom up till this point, she couldn’t put out of her mind, had slowly faded away, and all she could focus on was the party going on inside of her murky bunghole.
She felt ready for the experience. He put her on all fours atop a set of pillows for her comfort. The first few inches of his cock went in slowly with relative ease. The next 8 were another matter entirely!
She screamed, she cursed, she put her hand on his thigh to slow him down a bit.
But, she never said the words, “stop”!
“Rub your pussy honey. It will take your mind off the pain.” Chet assured her.
After a few painstaking seconds/minutes, Chet had his white dong balls deep in Tiffany’s ebony booty hole.
When she first paid for her surgically enhanced bottom, she just thought that it would be good to look at or even to smack while a trick was fucking her pussy. She never envisioned that anyone would want to test drive it!
“Ooo, that white dick feels so good.” She cooed.
Chet straddled her ass and really began to ride her. He had given her ample opportunity to adjust and he surmised that she was ready to be “rode hard and put away wet.”
She furiously rubbed her clit while he pile drove her ass like…a pile driver.
“Fuck this ass daddy! Fuck it!” She cried out.
“Whose ass is this Brenda?”
“It’s yours daddy! It’s your ass!” Tiffany declared after taking a moment to remember that “Brenda” was her stage name and that’s who he knew her as.
Chet could feel his balls swelling with anticipation as he once again sent Tiffany through another round of crushing orgasms as she squirted harder than before.
Chet could no longer contain himself. He unleashed his monster as he came deep into the recesses of her bowels. He let out an unholy howl as his seed violently exited his body and went into hers.
A sexually drained Tiffany collapsed onto her stomach which extracted Chet’s cock from her anus. He reached down and took hold of her from a spooning position. She gripped his forearm tightly as he kissed the back of her head through her head wrap.
“You ok Hon?” He asked her gently.
“I will be if you stay with me the rest of the night.” She admitted to him.
“Oh baby I wish I could.” He said to her. “But I’ve got to go home…”