Virgin Gigolo Ch. 09

An adult stories – Virgin Gigolo Ch. 09 by BenLong,BenLong ~

Melissa had always, to date, been perfect in vetting customers. There was always that is there something fishy? about this booking, question. Is there something fishy about this contact? Melissa had said that any of her girls could walk away from any arrangement with no questions asked, but what about me? There had never been any thoughts like that with any of my direct customers; they had always been referred to me, by someone who had been referred to me, by someone whom I knew or had dealings with.

There was something niggling in the back of my mind on this one. It was another phony police gig. Robin and I had been requested for a standing 69 for what was supposedly a retirement party. I can’t say what it was that caused me to question. Perhaps the location? An office building rather than a hotel room? Perhaps that it wasn’t a bachelor or bachelorette party, or a frat party, or someplace where young horny guys or girls were going to be there?

We parked in the parking garage below the building, Robin and I getting out and walking toward the elevators, when I saw someone’s head move in a car situated where whoever it was could see us as we walked by. I still didn’t think anything of it, until I glanced at the front window of that car and saw two men pretending to be talking and not really paying attention to us. Behind the steering wheel in the driver’s seat was Joe. The last time I’d seen Joe he’d nodded and lifted a hand to wave goodbye to me as he was boning some chick doggy style while his wife was asking me if I’d like to stay around for a blowjob. I’d never seen him clothed; when we’d met originally, he’d been wearing only a mesh sack around his cock and balls, and his wife hadn’t really been wearing much besides a bold gold necklace that broadcast: Cocksucker.

I wasn’t at first sure it was him, but his head moved slightly back and forth, one half of a “no” shake of his head and, in that instant, it all clicked, and I was sure. For some reason I refrained from nodding my head in acknowledgement, as the other man in the front seat was pretending not to be watching, instead continued walking beside Robin toward the bank of elevators as if I really hadn’t seen him. As we got on, I turned back, seeing Joe and whoever he was with just getting out of their car, but also seeing four other men getting out of two other cars and following us toward the elevators. I reached over and pushed the button for the 14th floor as we’d been instructed, and then pushed the button for the 2nd floor.

“What’s on the 2nd floor?” Robin questioned.

“The exit. We’re leaving.”

“What? Why?”

“Something not right,” I answered, taking her arm and guiding her off at the 2nd floor. I explained that I’d recognized the man I knew as Joe while pushing the down call button on the elevator panel. Almost instantly another elevator door opened, and we stepped back on. I told her that I knew he’d recognized me, and I’d interpreted his subtle shake of the head as a warning. In the parking garage, the men I’d seen had all disappeared, presumably into other elevators going up.

There was a parking lot across the street which I pulled into. I immediately called Melissa, told her what I’d seen and that my spidey-sense had told me to bail out. I told her about seeing Joe, about his warning, and she said she’d call me right back. Ten minutes later she called back, confirming that Jean told her that Joe was an undercover cop, and that if he’d seen and given a warning — it was probably legitimate. We never did hear what exactly they were there for as it never hit the news, but just as Melissa finished telling me this, several cop cars pulled up in front of the building and Joe, along with his teammates, came out the front doors with several people wearing handcuffs. I couldn’t help but wonder if the “retirement party” was actually an undercover sting operation for prostitution. Technically we’d only agreed to perform a sex act between two consenting adults, but we all knew that was just quibbling, as we also knew that for an additional price…

~

I guess it was bound to happen. I don’t know how many times, maybe half a dozen where I’d picked Robin up, we’d worked a gig, gone back and had a late meal, when I broke my one margarita limit, and we ordered a second. And we ordered a third. When we got up to leave, I knew there was no way I was OK to drive, it was all I could do to walk. “I better call an Uber,” I said when we got back to my car, “there’s no way I’m driving anywhere.”

“No, you can just stay with me and go home in the morning.”

“Are you sure?”

“Danny, you are still a dweeb. Yes, I’m sure.”

“I uhm… I uh… have you got a couch?” She did, or rather they did, as I hadn’t realized until she said, “You don’t want to sleep there, Savanna gets up a lot earlier than I do, at least when she’s home.”

“Savanna?” I said, suddenly remembering this was a two-bedroom apartment and she had a roommate. I’d never seen Savanna there.

“Savanna. You know, your occasional fuck buddy? She’s my roommate.”

I could have slept in my boxers, except that I was going commando. I usually wore underwear when I was visiting my clients, but on our fake police gigs, since I went commando in the outfit, I’d taken to just leaving my place the same way. Now, mostly drunk, all I could do was either sleep in my clothes or get naked.

I got naked.

Robin went in and took a shower first. “Your turn. I left you a towel on the counter,” she said as she came out with a towel wrapped around herself. I went in and showered, returning the same way she had — with the towel wrapped around my waist. Robin was already in bed, sheet up to her neck, but her arms were on top and her shoulders were bare. I dropped the towel just before I slid under the sheets on my side of the bed.

I’d been occasionally having sex with Robin on our gigs. Sometimes it was with Savanna, and even occasionally with Melissa. But I’d also been regularly having sex with Mary and all the others, literally dozens, of women. I’d gotten where Paul was sucking my cock every time I visited Lindsey, sometimes sucking me off, usually just sucking me hard so I could do Lindsey again. But yet, it felt really strange being naked, in bed, with Robin. I was even fucking Robin’s mother’s ass every couple of weeks, but still — something about this felt funny. And then I realized what it was. “You know, I’ve only ever slept in the same bed with a woman once before.”

“Really? You’ve never had an overnight gig?”

“Just one, but it wasn’t intended. We fell asleep. You?”

“Usually twice a week.”

“Here?”

“No. Usually hotels, sometimes at their homes. Nobody comes here, nobody knows where I live.”

“Except me. And Savanna.” I thought about it for a moment. “Does Melissa know where you live?”

I felt the bed shake with her head bobbing before she said, “Yeah. You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Melissa and Savanna? They um…”

It clicked. “Ah, I knew they both liked women, I didn’t put that together.”

“When we were talking in the office, and she said she didn’t want any real names?”

“Yeah?”

“She knew your real name before she ever talked to you. But if you never say, it’s plausible deniability.”

“She is pretty thorough.”

“Danny?”

“Yeah?” I answered, sensing a question coming at me.

“I was reading about porn stars and how they often date… each other…”

“OK…” I wasn’t sure what she was getting at.

“After a day of having sex in front of the camera, do you know what most of them do… at the end of their date?” Her hand reached over under the sheets and found mine. I squeezed her fingers in return.

“No. What do they do?”

Pulling against my hand she rolled over towards me, her naked body landing across my shoulder. In the dark I could see her face above me, her eyes open. “They have sex.”

I stared into her eyes for a moment before I raised my opposite hand to Robin’s back, slid it up to her head, and pulled her mouth down to mine.

Our kiss was tender, passionate, slow, and long. My hands weren’t even stroking her body, she wasn’t stroking mine. At first it was all about the kiss. The longer we kissed the harder I was growing without otherwise even touching her body. Not that I didn’t; soon enough we were wrestling together, caressing, stroking, pleasuring each other, but this was no show, no sex exhibition for others to watch. This was totally different — this was sex for us. This was mutual pleasuring because we wanted to — not because we were getting paid for it.

We broke the kiss, and I rolled toward her, pushed her over onto her back, and let my hands caress her body. Her nipples were hard once again, her pussy wet and hot. I hadn’t even thought about a condom, but she had, she already had it palmed, and I had to wonder if this was a seduction, and if so — who was seducing whom? When she unrolled the condom onto me and I slipped my dick inside her, she wrapped her legs over mine and welcomed me home. Despite not going down on her, or even sucking her nipples, she came before I did. For the first time I realized that I had just had sex, and it had been something more than just sex.

~

“Did you ever do anyone that you knew?”

I’d awoken and had just been lying there with a throbbing head. It was past dawn, the room lit by the light seeping around the window blinds. It had only been three margaritas, but that was more than I’d ever had before, and I realized that perhaps I was a little hung over. Certainly, I was a little dehydrated. I rolled my head toward Robin after she asked the question, finding her lying on her side facing me with her eyes open.

“You mean as a customer? Yes, of course.” That I’d never done anyone, except for her, who wasn’t a customer I didn’t say.

“Who?”

“Well, Mary Wilson obviously.”

“I wonder if I’ll like sex the way she does when I’m that old.”

“I’d almost guarantee it.” She scooted over closer to me, I raised my arm and she snuggled against me. “I don’t think we ever really get tired of sex, but maybe just don’t desire it as much as when we’re our age.”

“Thank you,” Robin whispered, her fingers stroking through the hair on my chest.

“For what?”

“That was really nice. Not having to get up and go home. Not pretending I really care about someone who’s paying to stick their cock in me.” I didn’t say anything. “Danny?” she said a few moments later.

“Yeah?”

“I never disliked you.”

“I always liked you too,” I answered. We just lay there for a bit without saying anything.

“What about you? Have any of your customers been anyone that you knew?” For the first time I wondered if she’d been fucking anyone that I knew, and realized her question to me had probably had the same reasoning.

“Yeah. Several. My old high school friend, Chloe Kai? I don’t know if you knew her. Cute little Chinese gal?” I remembered her and said so. “Her mom and dad are divorced, her dad goes back and forth to Hong Kong all the time, and every time he comes to town, he books me for the night. He’s always got a business meeting and takes me along. He introduces me as his girlfriend, and then likes to fuck all night long.”

“Does Chloe know?”

“No.”

“Anyone else?” She hadn’t continued immediately, and I sensed there were more answers to my original question.

“Yeah.”

“Who?” She didn’t say anything for a moment.

“I shouldn’t tell you.”

“But you’re going to…” I prodded.

“Do you remember Mr. Blankenship?” I knew the name, but it took a second before I remembered why.

“The junior high school Principal?”

“Yep. That’s him. I’ve seen him two years in a row.”

“Wow. I don’t think I’ve even heard that name since I left Middle School. Two years?” I asked. “Why two years?”

“His wife booked me and gave me to him for a birthday present.”

“Oh my God. Really?”

“Really. He wanted to do anal sex and she didn’t, so she bought me for the night, and I took care of him.”

“Oh.” I thought back with my tryst with Robin’s mother, Martha. “Do you like that?”

“It’s OK. I like it in front better than in back. What about you? You ever do anal sex?” I’m sure my heartrate went berserk while I contemplated the answer.

“Yes.”

“Really? With anyone that I know?” Now my heart was practically beating out of my chest. Do I lie? Do I tell her? I decided to keep it simple.

“Yes.” I didn’t say which question I was answering yes to.

“Really! With someone I know?” I could tell she was curious who it was, but I merely affirmed that it was someone that she did know while also affirming that the yes applied to both questions.

“I don’t think you really want to know,” I said when she pushed again for an answer.

“I told you, you need to tell me.” She giggled, “Who do I know that has a butt kink?” I looked over at her, knowing I shouldn’t tell her, but on the other hand she’d told me. I opened my mouth, started to speak, and closed it again. “You can’t tell her. I’m not sure you’d want to anyway.”

“Who?” she pushed again, “tell me.”

I finally relented. “Your mother.”

Robin’s mouth fell open and she pulled away from my shoulder, saying nothing for a moment.

“My mother?” she asked, obviously aghast at the revelation. She looked away into the distance, and then her eyes focused back on me. “You’ve been… butt fucking my mother?”

“Every few weeks. About once a month.”

“Does dad know?”

“Pretty sure he doesn’t. Your mom said he never liked anal and won’t do it.”

“How long?”

“Just a couple of hours.”

“No. I meant how long have you been doing her?”

“The week after Helen’s sex toy party. She got the number from Helen and called.”

“That was just before my divorce was final.” I could see her eyes, but she wasn’t focused on me, but rather focused in her mind. “Where? Do you do her at home?”

“No. We meet at the Crowne Plaza downtown. She said it’s near her work.”

“Amazing. I never would have thought it of her.”

“I’ve done a lot of people I never would have thought would be paying for sex.”

“Who else might I know?” I thought about it for a moment.

“Do you remember the high school librarian, Ms. Silver?”

“Maryann Silver? You’re doing her? Wow. She was at Helen’s party, too. Her and Ms. G. I could never remember her name, really pretty woman, Ganglion or Ganglish… something like that.”

“Gangwitch. Sally Gangwitch.”

“Yeah, that’s it. I never had her. Did you?”

“Yeah. Had her for Senior English.”

“Hmm,” she said, “My boyfriend Adam? The one with the big dick? He had the hots for her.”

“A lot of the guys thought she was pretty hot.”

“Did you?” I thought about what to say for a moment.

“Yeah. I did. I used to think she had bedroom eyes. She always had a look like she would love to spend the afternoon in bed with me.”

“Adam flashed her.”

“What? In school?” Her nod confirmed the answer to my question. “How do you know? Did he tell you?”

“He was bragging to his buddies, after they took that picture for the school annual of the two of us. He didn’t know I could hear. He was telling them how he’d gone commando while wearing shorts and let if flop down the leg of his shorts, and that even though she didn’t say anything, he knew she’d seen him.”

“She never said anything about that to me.”

“What? When?”

“When I spent the night with her.” I ended up telling all about being with Maryann, how she’d called Sally Gangwitch while I’d been in her, actually fucking, and how Sally had hired me. It had been late, I’d fallen asleep and spent the night, and that both of them had said they occasionally had fantasies about doing some of their students.

“Wow. You fucked a teacher.”

“Not when she was my teacher. And technically it was two teachers if you count Maryann.”

“Mr. Matson was the one that always made me hot.”

“Mr. Matson? Who was he?”

“He was the volleyball coach. The one that had the affair with the women’s basketball coach?”

I shook my head. “I must not have ever heard about that. Who was she?”

“She?” She laughed, “No, not she. He. It turned out they were both gay. But my God, was he a hottie. They transferred the women’s coach to another school when they became a thing, but I think they’re living together. I’d have done him in a heartbeat.” I didn’t respond, I didn’t have anything to say. “So, my mom likes it up the ass?”

“She likes sex.”

“Regular sex too?”

“Regular sex too,” I affirmed. I lay there for another moment or two before rolling over and getting out of bed. I asked Robin if she had any aspirin or ibuprofen, and she said in the medicine cabinet. I walked to the bathroom naked, took a pee, found the aspirin and washed it down with a full glass of water. I walked back into the bedroom and found Robin still lying on her side. I slipped back under the sheet and turned toward her.

“I can’t believe you’ve been fucking my mother.”

“She said she wondered what you would think if you found out she’d gotten me while you and your girlfriend hadn’t.”

“My girlfriend?”

“At Helen’s? The one that was a cheerleader with you?”

“Lori. Yeah, she thought you were a hottie too. She’s got a boyfriend now.” I didn’t say anything, but saw her shaking her head back and forth. “I can’t believe you’re fucking my mother.”

“She won’t believe it when I tell her I’m fucking her daughter.”

“What? she said, at first shocked, and then realized I was joking. “You bastard! You wouldn’t dare.”

I laughed.

~

“Brent, I’ve got a divorce party next week,” Melissa said over the phone, “they’re asking about a standing 69 and probably a fuck for the divorcee. Are you in?” She gave the date, and that far in advance, I knew, without looking, it wasn’t a problem but double checked my calendar anyway.

Melissa went in first when we got there, telling me to stay outside until she texted me. She wasn’t sure who all would be there, so as usual, I wore my mask for the group setting. Some of the women didn’t know that Melissa was part of the entertainment, but the hostess of the party did.

It was only a couple of minutes before I got her text to come on in. Along with the hostess we’d come up with a barely plausible scenario of my ‘forcing’ my way into the room, with Melissa ‘greeting’ me and telling me that I wasn’t welcome, ‘this was a women’s party.’ She met me at the door, and when I tried to step in, she put her hands up and immediately my Velcro attached shirt ‘ripped’ leaving me shirtless. Of course, I pulled on her clothes, our fake fight leaving me in just my tight underwear in no time. I ignored the other women in the room, pulled Melissa to me and slipped my hands under her bra and onto her breasts. I forced her clothes off, just as she’d “ripped” my shirt and pants off, to the cheering and clapping of the women who now were all sure this was all part of the act.

I hadn’t been hard when we started, but Melissa’s hand on my cock stroked me harder, and when she dropped to her knees to suck me in, all the watchers were cheering. As we’d planned, no sooner had she gotten me hard than I reached down and flipped her over into a standing 69. She sucked my cock and I licked her pussy, turning in different directions so everyone could see that I really was doing her, and then flipped her back over. Now naked, with a hard-on, I stepped up to the new divorcee who was sitting in a straight-back chair and straddled her legs to sit in her lap. She looked down to my erection pointing up at her, and I could sense that she was reluctant to touch it. “It’s there for you,” I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, “whatever you want.” I saw her lick her lips and then leaned forward toward me. Sliding back and standing, my cock ended up right at face level and there was no more hesitation. To the cheers and claps of her girlfriends, she took me in her mouth, her hand wrapping around my shaft. Leaning back and putting my hands on my butt to display my cock to the room, I just glanced around, seeing that everyone was avidly watching. One woman had her hand over her mouth, blushing, but most everyone else was clapping and urging my divorcee on.

I reached down and stroked her hair, moving my hand down by her face and showing her that I had a condom palmed. I pulled back a bit and bent to her ear once more, “This is for you if you want it.” She looked at my hand, glanced at the room, and without saying a thing, stood up and gripped my hand.

“You go Kathy! Get yourself some!” someone hollered as she led me to an adjacent room. She kicked the door shut as I followed her in. No sooner was the door closed than she dropped to her knees and sucked me into her mouth again.

“Are you going to suck me off, or do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, looking to get that specific ‘permission’ that Melissa had suggested that I always get. When someone hired me for a one-on-one tryst there wasn’t much doubt — but here, where someone else had arranged and paid for me, there was always the possibility that she could feel ‘forced.’

“Oh my God. I haven’t been laid in almost 6 months. Hell yes, I want you to fuck me… unless you want to eat me first?” With permission granted, I took charge and soon had her naked, but not before she reached up and acted like she wanted to take my mask off. “If you’re going to fuck me, I want to see your face.” I nodded once and she pulled it off, tossing it to the bed.

Kathy wasn’t a bad looking gal, though not what I would qualify as gorgeous. She had to have been mid-30’s, slightly overweight. Not fat, just pleasingly rounded. Her tits were fairly large, easily a C cup or a bit more, as she carried a little extra weight in her tits too, but she had exquisitely responsive nipples. She groaned when I started by leaning in and sucking on them, and she didn’t stop me at all when I pushed her backwards onto the bed, kissed down her stomach, and found her pussy with my mouth. I soon had her shaking in orgasm before I pulled back and offered her the condom. She readily accepted, taking it from my hand and rolling it onto my cock. Lying back once again she moved her legs around me, using them to pull me forward against the end of the bed as she guided my cock to her waiting pussy. When I came, I could tell she was almost there, and continued thrusting into her until she again convulsed in orgasm.

Once she came, I eased up on my thrusting, stopping with my now wilting cock inside her. Her panting came to an end, her eyes which had been closed opened, and she said “Wow. Where has that been all my life?”

“I take it that was OK?”

“More than OK. My husband never got me off with his cock.” I could feel her body gradually relaxing. “That was phenomenal.”

“I aim to please.”

“You certainly did that,” she answered. My tear-off clothes were in the other room, I could do nothing but just watch, naked, as she put her own clothes back on. “What’s your name?” she asked as I watched her unabashedly fitting her bra over her breasts. I picked up my mask off the bed and put it back on.

“Brent.”

“Hi Brent, I’m Kathy.”

“I heard. Your friend called you by name.” She nodded.

“Can I ask, how much did this cost?”

“This was a package including the exhibition, so it was a little different as there are the two of us, but I normally charge $250 an hour with a two-hour minimum for one on one.” She nodded, and now dressed, turned to her bedside stand, and pulled out a paper and pencil.

“Are you always that good?” I smiled and shrugged a shoulder, and nodded my head in an affirmative motion.

“I don’t have many complaints.”

“I can’t afford that very often, but that was really good.” She handed me the paper, but held it when I took it, not relinquishing her own hold. “That was really nice, having you take care of me without me needing to do anything in return. That’s unusual; most guys are about themselves and… it’s almost like my pleasure is an afterthought. Can I have your number?” She asked, relinquishing the hold on the paper, and handing me a pencil. I wrote it down, along with “Brent” and handed it back to her.

She turned and, taking my hand, stepped to the door, just as she’d taken me into the room half an hour before.

There had been perhaps 18 women in the room when we left. Now, there were at least half a dozen more. I’d been able to hear the laughter from the bedroom, but hadn’t expected the extra people. I spotted Melissa, once again dressed, but also spotted someone I never expected to see — my own mother.

Everyone in the room cheered and clapped as we came out. I didn’t let my eyes rest on my mother, I would have hidden if I could have, but there was nowhere and no way to hide anyway. I immediately was thankful that I’d put my mask back on.

Most of the girls in the room were already drunk. A half-empty bottle of champagne, along with a completely empty one, and an almost gone container of orange juice spoke to the Mimosas that were being shared. Several empty bottles of Margarita mix and Tequila spoke to the Margaritas being consumed. When a Margarita was shoved my way, I declined but didn’t stop the woman who offered the drink from rubbing her hand up my chest and down to my cock. “Did you take good care of our girl?” she asked.

“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” I answered with a smile, turning to work the room. I tried not to look at my mother although I was acutely aware of where she was. Even then, several times as I scanned the room, I could feel her looking my way, obviously, just like every other woman there, curious about the naked man moving around the room being fondled or stroked by almost every woman there. Besides getting drunk, I was now the only entertainment left — just a naked man in a room of horny and clothed women.

I worked my way around the room, heading towards the kitchen and Melissa, who was once again fully dressed and talking to a woman. I didn’t remember seeing this other woman when I’d first gotten there, so assumed she was someone that had arrived later while I was in the bedroom with Kathy. “Brent!” she said, reaching for my hand as I neared, “This is my good friend from college, Ellen.” She glanced at Ellen, and then back at me. “We almost went into business together.” In that intro she told me a lot. Since Melissa had been in business since she’d become an escort in college, I surmised that Ellen had, or almost had, been an escort also. I glanced at her, appraising that just like Melissa, she would have been, and still was, a hottie.

“Can I talk with you for a moment,” I quietly asked Melissa, “In private?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond, taking her hand and stepping further into the kitchen.

“Be right back,” she said to Ellen, following me. “What’s up?” She could tell that something was wrong.

“Near the front door, woman in the purple pantsuit… that’s my mother. Oh my God, Melissa, if she figures out who I am….”

“Hmm. Well, that’s a bit unusual.” She stepped over to the counter and leaned over a bit to look toward the front of the apartment. “How does she know this group?”

“I’ve got no fucking idea. If I’d known there was even a chance she would have been here…”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’ve managed to steer away from her, but I can’t do it forever. I’ve refrained from talking, but I know if she hears my voice, she’ll put it together.”

“You might be surprised. What’s that show on TV about singers with masks on? They’re famous people and seldom does anyone recognize who they are.”

“I can’t take that chance.”

“Oh yeah, you can’t.”

“Can you get me my clothes?”

“No. That would be quite obvious. Best thing is to make a show of putting them back on when you get to them. It’s about time for us to leave anyway. We don’t need to make an announcement; they’ll know you’re leaving the same way we came in — by the door opening. I’ll see if I can figure out how your mother knows this group, and maybe we can distract while you’re working your way to your clothes.”

She turned away looking into the other room for a moment and then turned back and moved back to Ellen. She whispered something to her, and I heard Ellen respond with an “Oh yeah, I can do that!” Stepping away from Melissa she came directly to me, reached down two handed and wrapped her arms around me, grabbing my bare ass. “Oh yeah, baby!” she said for the rooms benefit, “Brent’s leaving so if you want to grab a bit o’ hunk better do it now!”

What I had thought was a somewhat inhibited crowd originally had become more uninhibited as the time wore on. Now that most all of them had imbibed quite a bit of social lubricant, as I began to pull away from Ellen women’s hands began to reach out and touch me from all angles. Hands on my butt, rubbing my chest, gripping, and stroking my cock — almost always with a giggle. The more stroking on my cock, the more I had an erection rise from the dead again, but for some reason nobody was taking me in their mouth. I’d noticed this before at other events — once one person took the plunge and sucked on me, others would too – but if nobody made that first effort to take my cock in their mouth, others didn’t either.

I managed to return to my clothes without getting too close to my mother, although I saw her eyes on me several times.

I made a beeline to the car once I got outside. Melissa didn’t immediately follow. The 5 minutes of waiting seemed to be the longest 5 minutes of my life. “Oh God, Melissa. Do you think she recognized me?”

“Would she have stayed on the opposite side of the room if she had?”

“I’m not sure she was staying away from me — I was staying away from her.” Melissa laughed.

“Well, Ellen ran interference for us,” she said, pulling up in front of the building; “she’ll probably have a better idea. She was going to chat up your mother and see if she had a clue of who you were. She’ll be down in just a moment; we’re going to dinner. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.” Her arm came up and she waved. Turning, I saw Ellen coming out of the front of the building and heading towards us.

“Well, you were certainly the hit of the party,” Ellen laughed, sliding into the back seat. “All I heard about was how I’d really missed something when I was late getting there. Your mother missed it too, we happened to arrive just about the same time. Does your mother come to your shows very often?” she teased.

“Oh my God,” I said, shaking my head, “I don’t think she has any clue what I do.”

“She said she thought she recognized you from somewhere. She said she thought you looked familiar but couldn’t place it.”

“Oh no! You asked her?”

“I just asked if she’d gotten there in time to see the show. I told her I’d been late and missed it, but I’d heard it had been pretty hot. She said she hadn’t seen it either, but all the girls had been talking about it. When I asked how she knew Kathy, she said they work in the same office. She’s apparently more of an acquaintance than a friend, but several of the younger office girls were here so she came along.”

“So, Melissa said you almost went into business with her in college?” I asked to make conversation, after I’d declined the invitation to have dinner with them, just telling Melissa she could drop me off. I saw Ellen glance at Melissa, nonverbally querying what she’d told me.

“We were actually roommates,” Melissa responded.

“We… double dated, twice,” Ellen added. “The money was really good, but I met a guy and I never did it again.”

“I take it he didn’t like you doing that?” I asked.

“He didn’t know at first. I sat him down before we got married and confessed what I’d done.”

“How did he take that?”

“Not well at first. But when he told me about all his old flings, I had to ask what the difference was. He’d dated multiple girls and taken them to bed, and I’d just outright told two guys they could just pay me the money. We still went to dinner and just skipped the movie. We both got laid and I didn’t have to worry about them thinking I was a girlfriend or something.”

~

At first it was the nights where Robin and I performed together. Not often, perhaps once a month. Back to her place, walk to the Mexican all-night for burritos and Margaritas, and then back to her place.

“What are you doing tonight?” Robin asked as we were getting ready in the morning. I’d spent the night several times after having too much to drink, but we’d always just gone our separate ways the following day. “I don’t have a date tonight, want to come back and we can do something together?”

Admittedly, it was a bit unusual for a relationship. Although we both “went to work” at unusual hours, and we both knew that the other’s work was fucking other people, we soon found ourselves together as a couple. I would guess that it’s like any other couple that, when you go to work, you’re doing things to get paid for, and then you come home and meet your partner and maybe do the same things at home. Do plumbers, or electricians ever have plumbing or electrical problems at home? Those kinds of questions came through my mind multiple times over the next few months as our relationship developed, but the only thing that never came up was jealousy.

“Robin?” I asked, about six months later.

“Yeah? What?”

“Do you want to move in with me?” I had the apartment of my own, although recently I was spending more time at her apartment than at my own. Robin was ‘technically’ sharing an apartment with Savanna, although we really seldom saw her. Several times Robin and Melissa had spent the night in the next room, but most of the time Savanna stayed with Melissa.

“You don’t want to move in here with me? You’re spending more time here than Savanna is.”

“I was thinking maybe we could get rid of this apartment, and mine too, and get a better one for both of us? Maybe buy a condo or a house so we’re not spending money on rent?”

Robin didn’t say anything for several minutes. “Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

“I think it’s too early to ask you to be my wife.” I almost couldn’t believe I’d said that, but she didn’t act surprised at my statement.

“We can check with Savanna. I’m pretty sure she and Melissa won’t be averse to that.”

“Is that a yes?”

“A yes to being your girlfriend or a yes to moving in together?”

“How about yes to both?”

~

That night, for the first time, I made love to Robin. Before, when I’d had sex with Robin, it had a feeling of more than “just sex,” but this time included heart and soul. It was listening to her mind, even though she wasn’t saying anything different, and willing as much pleasure on her as I could give. In my mind, I had felt our sex had been lovemaking for quite some time, but this was the first time we ever fucked without a condom. Even more than riding each other bareback, our lovemaking included kissing.

“I think that’s what I missed most,” Robin said afterward when she was cuddled to my side.

“What’s that?” I responded, my own mind flipping cartwheels over the fact that I’d made love with a woman for the first time.

“Bareback.”

“Yeah. Skin on skin, I like that too.” I laid there for a moment before adding, “I guess I’m going to have to tell Mary that we need to start using condoms?” Robin already knew about my arrangement with Mary that, as long as she was the only one that I was fucking bare, we didn’t need condoms.

“Yeah. You should.” I’d flipped through my phone contact list and told Robin about every client I’d had, and she’d done the same with me.

“What about your mother?” I asked, “Do you want me to quit seeing her? Or tell her?”

It was totally quiet for a moment, and then she giggled. “Oh my God. She is going to flip when she finds out she’s been fucking my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

“When did you last see her?”

“I’d have to look. I think about three weeks? Yeah, pretty sure it was three weeks ago. She’ll probably be calling me later this week or next.”

“She really likes it in the ass?”

“She likes it front and back both.”

“I’m going to go with you.”

“What?”

“I’m going to go with you. When she calls you next time for an appointment, I’ll go with you, and we’ll tell her about us, and she can tell me about how she’s been paying you for sex.” She laughed.

“You’re sure that’s a good idea?”

“I don’t know, but it’ll all be out in the open.”

“Do you want me to quit seeing her?”

“Hmmm. Well… do you use condoms?”

“Yes.”

“Just like any other customer?”

“Well, except that she is one of the few that I had met before she was a customer, she’s just another customer. The only one I’ve never used condoms with is Mary.” She nodded, presumably in understanding.

“Do you want to quit seeing her?” I could have just flippantly answered, but thought about all the women that I’d been having sex with.

“No… I don’t know,” I told her. “I will if you want me to. Do you want me to?”

“I’m not sure. It wouldn’t surprise me if she will want to quit seeing you.”

“Will it surprise you if she does want to keep seeing me? Every customer is just more money.” She nodded in understanding.

“Are there any of them that you would hate to walk away from?”

“Oh no, not a one. I guess I’ve got a fond spot for Mary; she was my first for virtually everything, so I’ll always remember her for that. But I could walk away and tell her I won’t ever see her again without a problem. She’s old enough to be my grandmother for God’s sake.”

“I want to be there when we tell her she can’t have you without a condom anymore.”

“Oh. You want to go with me?” She nodded. “OK.”

~

I called and told Mary I was coming by the next afternoon, although I didn’t tell her I’d be bringing Robin with me. She was obviously surprised finding that Robin was standing there when the door opened. I figured a weekday afternoon was better than bringing Robin with me on a Saturday as most of the time, on Saturdays when I arrived, I found Mary dressed to get laid.

Mary glanced back and forth between us as she invited us in. “This is a bit unusual,” she said, “Do I detect there’s a purpose to this visit?”

I started to answer but before I could find the words Robin spoke up. “You’re going to need to start using condoms when Danny visits in the future.”

I think I would have said it differently but, in those words, Robin told Mary that she knew I’d been fucking her, that I’d been doing her bareback, and that my arrangement could continue as long as I was now wearing a raincoat. Mary glanced back and forth between us again, and giving a wry smile said, “So I take it Danny has finally hooked up with his dream girl? I wondered if he might finally get around to it when your mother told me you were getting a divorce.”

Mary was quite inquisitive, wanting to know how long Robin and I had been seeing each other, confirming that Robin knew I was a sex worker, and was quite surprised when Robin said that she was too. She asked Robin if her mother knew she was an escort, promising that she wasn’t going to say anything to her about it. She then told us (telling me again) that she didn’t find this all that unusual, as her sister had been an escort her entire adult life, was now economically quite well off and had, several years before, moved in with one of her customers. She told how her sister wasn’t going to marry her lover, but they were quite happy together. “What about you guys?” She pointedly asked. “Just living together, or will this be something more?”

“Just living together,” Robin answered.

“For now,” I answered almost simultaneously. Mary’s eyes shifted between us, a knowing and approving smile on her face.

~

“Hello Mother,” Robin said when the door opened. I had wanted to call and talk to her; Robin had insisted that we do it in person. We’d finally compromised; Robin called her mother and asked if she could come over for dinner and said she was going to bring a friend along. She confirmed what time her father would be home and told her mother we would arrive earlier than that, saying they needed to talk without him there.

Martha’s shock was evident upon seeing me, her mouth gaping and her eyes wide open. She just stepped aside, unable to speak at seeing the two of us together.

“Mom, this is Danny, my new boyfriend. We’ve been living together and seeing each other for a while now,” she said as she sat down on the sofa, pulling me down beside her.

Martha did a creditable job, trying not to show her mental turmoil, although the color almost immediately drained from her face. She glanced at me, perhaps trying to discern what I had told Robin, and then her eyes went back to Robin.

“I need you to know,” I said, reaching over and taking Robins hand, glancing at her momentarily before looking back at Martha, “that Robin knows who Brent is and what kind of work Brent does,” I said referring to my Brent persona in the third person, “and that Brent has… some… customers,” I continued after the pause while I searched for a word, “that do not and never will know him as Danny.” I paused a moment. “And a very few that do.”

Martha’s head nodded slowly, trying to decide what she was thinking. “Uhm… Mom,” Robin started, “I uhmm…” she paused and glanced at me. “I didn’t think it would be this hard to say…”

I nodded at her and took over. “What Robin is saying is that she has the same type of job as I do, and just as I go by Brent when I’m working, she goes by Tiffany when she is working.”

Martha had somewhat managed to hide her initial shock of seeing the two of us together when we’d walked in, but now her mouth fell open. “You’re a….” She didn’t finish the sentence.

“I prefer escort,” Robin said in answer to her mother’s unfinished statement of “prostitute.”

“I see.” I’m not sure what was going through Martha’s mind at this revelation, her facial expressions changed several times. “But you have sex….”

“Sometimes. If they want to pay. Sometimes they just want a pretty girl to show off. Either way they pay quite well for my company.” I knew this was true, although it seldom happened. Most evenings when “Tiffany” went to work, she wouldn’t come home until the morning.

“And you’re happy doing this?”

Robin nodded. “I am. This job pays quite well, and I’m going to be retired and traveling the world by the time I’m 30.”

We had never discussed this, but in a flash — I realized that she was right. With the money we were making, we should both be easily able to retire before 30 if we wanted. We just sat there, none of us saying anything, while Martha evaluated all that she’d been told. “Oh my God,” she said, shaking her head. “Are you going to tell your father?”

“We’re going to tell him that Danny and I are living together, but that’s all,” Robin said, “Unless you would like us to tell him how you like Danny’s cock up your ass.” She smiled sweetly at her mother, and I realized this was tit for tat. If Martha wanted her husband to know their daughter was selling her body for sex, then she was going to tell him that his wife was also buying sex and getting fucked in the ass — by me. “And that’s OK,” Robin added a moment later. “Danny and I are OK with our relationship, and except that we have a relationship with you, we wouldn’t have told you this. We’re talking to anyone that knows us both, but as Danny indicated, you’re contributing to his retirement funds…” she paused, looked at me and squeezed my hand, “our retirement funds, and I’m OK with that.”

The sound of the garage door opening indicated her father had arrived. “Hey! This is a surprise!” he said when he walked in. “Hi honey, what brings you over?” Standing, Robin stepped forward and put her arms around her father in a hello hug.

“Daddy? Danny’s my new boyfriend. We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and we’re moving in together.”

“Well, I’ll be.” he said, turning his face to look at Martha. Turning back toward me, his face dropped into a frown, his eyebrows lowering to give himself quite a stern look. “She made one mistake, and I made one mistake. You ever so much as raise a hand to my daughter, and I’ll kill you.” He glowered for another moment and then broke into a smile, and stuck out his hand. I reached out to grip his hand and when I did, he pulled me closer. “I’m serious. Mistreat her and it will be the last thing you ever do.” This was said as a very quiet whisper. I doubt that Martha or Robin could hear it.

“Yes sir.”

~

“Melissa’s got a party for us,” Robin said after hanging up the phone.

“Oh yeah? Both of us?” I questioned, wondering if it was fake police or a standing 69 or a sex exhibition or something else.

“More like me, but she thinks you should escort me.”

“Bodyguard?” She nodded. “She thinks a maybe.” I’d learned to trust Melissa’s judgement.

“What’s the story?”

“I’m to be a birthday present for an 18-year-old virgin.” I nodded, evaluating all the things that we’d been involved with together over the last year. Robin regularly went out on dates, usually at night. I regularly visited my customers, usually during the day. Occasionally we’d be hired together to entertain at some kind of party. Apparently, there is a network of swingers, as we had provided opening entertainment at three or four different swingers parties — almost always with an invitation to stay and join the party if we wished. We never did.

We’d performed our fake police/stripper gig at multiple parties, where it could be either of us that was the center of attention, but usually for those it was me and a bride to be, me and a divorcee, or similar.

“Who’s buying?”

“Daddy.”

“Oh my,” I said, immediately concluding that an 18-year-old having a night with an escort being bought by a Daddy said that this kid must be a spoiled brat. I shook my head, wondering why such a kid wasn’t out flashing his fire-engine red sports car around the school picking up chicks that liked that kind of thing.

“Big party?” I asked, realizing that if Melissa thought she needed a bodyguard/escort, that there were most certainly likely to be more 18-year-old boys around who would think that since the cow had been bought, they should get the milk for free. Ergo: me, the bouncer, me the bodyguard.

“That’s part of what’s weird. They said it will be a really small party, and they want me in my cheerleader outfit, and I should bring an escort.”

Requesting Robin to wear her cheerleader outfit wasn’t too unusual. I knew many times Robin had been requested to show up in a cheerleader outfit for bachelor parties and the like. It wasn’t the actual cheerleader outfit she’d worn in high school; she hadn’t been able to remove the school insignia without it showing, so she’d had an unmarked replica made by Martha in just the same colors. Also unlike in high school she would often wear this outfit without a bra and depending on whom she was entertaining, sometimes without panties. Either way she came across even hotter than normal. I noted as we were leaving that, this time, she wore underwear.

The home wasn’t extravagant, just a normal middle-class home, although I noticed that it could use a paint job. Mostly just a bit of peeling woodwork, signs that some TLC was in order. Surprisingly, there was no sign of a big party going on; no street lined with cars, no extravagant decorations or music; no screams and shouts of teens getting out of control. I looked again at the address on the text message. “It says this is it.” Robin nodded in agreement. I parked on the street and we got out.

“Somethings weird,” Robin whispered as she rang the doorbell, obviously feeling something was off just as I did.

Within seconds, the extra wide front door swung open, and a very pleasant mom-aged woman greeted us by name. “Tiffany? Brent? Come on in, I was expecting you,” she said, standing aside to allow us to enter. “I’m Sandy, and we’re all in the dining room.” She turned and led the way around the corner, and into the adjacent room. A birthday cake was on the table, slices already cut and missing, with messy dessert plates around the table.

“Hey everybody, these are Rick’s friends from school, Tiffany and Brent. This is his sister, Mary,” she said introducing us to what was probably a fifteen-year-old girl. “And this is his cousin Margaret,” she said about a red-headed girl who was probably a bit older than Mary. “And this is Rick’s dad and my husband, Wally,” she said as the man at the table stood and stepped up to us.

“Glad to meet you,” Wally said, offering his hand to Robin first, and then turning to me. “We’re so glad you agreed to come over and stay with Ricky for a bit while we’re out. We’re taking the girls to see Top Gun Maverick. It starts here in about…” he looked down at his watch, “an hour and a half, and the movie is a little over two hours… so we’ll be gone at least four hours.”

I realized that Wally had been setting the stage, not for us, but for the younger sister and cousin, both of whom had no clue that we were there for Rick to have sex with Tiffany. Rick, who supposedly we didn’t need to be introduced to, was the young man sitting at the end of the table in the motorized wheelchair.

“Here, let me show you Rick’s room, in case he needs to go to bed,” Sandy said specifically to me, and led me down the hall. Tiffany grabbed a chair and sat down next to Rick making some kind of statement as if they were old friends. I followed Sandy down the hall.

I realized all the little things that I’d seen, but hadn’t thought anything of, as we’d come in. There was a long ramp to the porch from the driveway that appeared to be fairly new. The extra wide front door had been changed from the original tract home door somewhat recently also – it now had just a slight threshold, and went directly into the same level. Now, as we went down the hall, I found a bathroom to our left with another remodeled door, making the entire bath wheelchair accessible, and a bedroom to the right.

“What is it?” I asked simply when we were out of earshot of the dining room and the younger girls.

“ALS. Lou Gehrig’s disease,” she answered without hesitation, knowing exactly what I was asking. “His grandfather had it late in life, Ricky got it when he was 15. It’s been almost 3 years already; they told us for a case like his, 4 years is a long time.”

I didn’t say anything for a moment, and she didn’t either.

“Is there anything special we need to know?”

“The wheelchair stays right here,” she said, pointing to a vacant floor location. “She’ll need your help to get him in bed, but he’s not going to be any help with that.”

“Got it. Anything else?” I asked, kicking myself for my prejudging that Rick was a spoiled rich kid.

“He’s a virgin. I don’t think he’s ever even seen a naked girl, and he’ll never have another chance to have sex; he’ll never have another chance to be a man.” Turning, she stepped up to me and put her arms around my neck. “Thank you.” She had tears in her eyes but quickly wiped them away. Putting on a stoic face, she stepped out of the room. “Here’s the fee,” she said, picking up an envelope on the cabinet shelf in the hallway, and turning to hand it to me.

“That’s fine, right there,” I said, putting it back where it was, “We’ll get that on the way out.”

Almost immediately when I returned, Wally said, “OK, let’s go, girls! We don’t want to miss this! This is supposed to be even better than Top Gun!” Within seconds they were out the door, leaving the three of us alone, with Sandy whispering that she’d call before they were headed home, “just to make sure the coast was clear.”

Tiffany truly was a pro. Obviously Rick was a bit uptight, knowing that his parents had hired an escort to entertain him for his birthday. It had to be strange for him knowing that his Mom and Dad had hired a cheerleader to have sex with him for the first, and perhaps only, time in his life, but Tiffany almost immediately set him at ease. Putting on her biggest flirt, the same flirt that had earned her the nickname of BJ in high school, soon had him loosened up a bit. “So, Ricky, I hear you’ve got a thing for us cheerleaders…” she asked, turning, and sitting in his lap, putting an arm around his shoulder. “What do you like better, our butts or our boobs?”

“Uhhm…” he stammered, “I don’t uhm… know…” I could tell his speech was slurred.

“No better time to find out than now,” she whispered, leaning down, nuzzling up against his cheek. Reaching down she picked up his hand and moved it to her breast, but his arm fell away as soon as she let go.

“I can’t hold my arm,” he said, but I had to smile to myself as his other hand slid from the arm of his wheelchair onto her bottom.

“Hmm,” Robin hummed, her bottom twitching in his lap, “It feels like something works on its own. Anything you need help with, you just tell us, but what do you say we go into your bedroom and just get a bit more comfortable?”

“I’d like that.” His hand went back to the wheelchair control, and it immediately began moving backward and turning.

“Oh, can’t say as I’ve ever gotten a ride to the bedroom before,” Robin giggled, making no effort to help or move his other hand from her bottom.

I helped to move Rick to his bed and then helped to undress him. Once he was naked, I moved to a chair in the corner of the room. Rick had very little muscle tone, but there seemed to be nothing wrong with his erection. He wasn’t circumcised, and almost immediately he had a full boner, glans totally popped out of the foreskin.

“You’ve never gotten to take a girls bra off, have you?” Robin giggled and asked after she’d lifted and pulled her cheerleader form-fitting shirt off. The skimpy bra that she had on barely contained her breasts. “This one is a front clasp,” she told him, again lifting his hand to her breasts, and positioning it between them. “Try two hands,” she said, and he was able to move his better arm to join his first, which she was holding in place. “That’s it, just push it together a bit and it will pull free.” I watched her hunch her shoulders together and suddenly the clasp popped open. “Oh, you naughty boy, look what you’ve done to me,” she teased, moving his hands to her now exposed breasts. “Look how hard my nipples have gotten. They don’t normally get that hard unless someone is sucking on them. That probably means they need that. What do you think, Rick? Want to suck on my nipples?”

I just watched as my girlfriend took care of this man who would probably never again have a woman in his bed. Leaning forward, Robin fed her nipples to his mouth one at a time.

“What’s your name?” I heard him ask moments later.

“I’m Tiffany,” she said quietly.

“No, your real name.”

My ears perked up. Although he’d been talking very quietly, and not necessarily distinctly, I heard this perfectly. There was no answer from Robin for a moment, apparently evaluating whether she would share her real name or not, and then she did.

“I’m Robin.”

“Were you really a cheerleader? One of the Dallas Cowgirls.”

“Yes, I was a cheerleader, but only in High School.”

“I wanna fug you now.” This was quite distinct.

“Why Rick, are you trying to get into my panties?”

“Umyess,” he answered, “butt I neeed help.” His words were slurring together more than they had before. Wordlessly, Robin rolled off the bed, stood up and dropped her skirt and panties before climbing back onto the bed, now naked, and climbed onto Rick.

Robin rose up above him, resting her clit and pussy against his cock, sliding up and down a bit. “Are you ready for this?” she whispered, and whether he answered and I couldn’t hear or he didn’t answer and I just couldn’t tell, she reached down and held his cock upright and slid it inside her.

It was a gentle fuck. She wasn’t trying to get him off fast, but rather to delay his orgasm as long as possible with long slow strokes. Reaching for his good hand, she drew it to her pussy, guiding his fingers into place. “That’s my clit. Rub it gently, OK?” He did, and a moment later she purred, “uhmmm, that’s nice.”

When he said “I wanna tase yer pussy,” I understood his words perfectly.

“You want to taste my pussy?” she repeated. “Do you want me to sit on your mouth?”

“Yeah.”

Robin rose to reposition herself above Rick’s mouth letting his cock flop to his belly as she did. His one hand and arm, which he had fairly good control of, reached up and stroked her leg and hip and bottom. His other arm, which was pretty much useless, just remained on the bed. “Oh… that’s nice,” I heard Robin whisper. “Yeah, right there… use your tongue on my clit… it’s ok, just rub as well as you can. Your tongue is doing good. Can you suck on it a little bit? Oh yeah, that’s really nice.” I saw her rise a bit more. “Right there now… that’s my vagina… try and put your tongue in me… umm, yeah that’s nice…” I couldn’t tell exactly what was happening but had the distinct impression that he really wasn’t doing much for her.

I had, almost from the beginning in my dealings with customers, realized that being a successful sex worker was essentially being a good con. Sure, with me, I could fill a condom and my customers knew I came. But it was never about me; it was always about them. It was about making sure my customers came, making them feel that I was enjoying pleasuring them. And I always did.

Robin had confessed to me in our bedroom talk that she didn’t often orgasm with a customer, but made sure they thought she had. Now watching her riding Ricky’s face, directing his tongue to where it would tantalize her, I could tell that he wasn’t going to successfully accomplish that, but I was sure that she would make him think he had.

“OK…” she whispered, pulling back and sliding down further, replacing her clit against his mouth, “now you can make me cum. Use your tongue, suck on my clit, just like before… Oh yeah… you’re good at that… that’s so nice…” and so on. She kept on like this for several minutes, and whether she sensed she was overloading him or was just completing the con, she suddenly squeezed her legs together and lifted away from his face. “Oh my God, Ricky, that was so good,” she lied. I had no doubt that she’d just faked an orgasm, but I also knew he had no way to tell the difference.

Repositioning her legs, she moved her body back down his until they were aligned. Once again, she reached between her legs to guide him into place. This time, rather than the long slow movements of the first time, she was working on getting him to cum. It didn’t take long, and this over-excited teenager came in my girlfriend’s pussy.

Robin didn’t move off him after he came, continuing to slowly rock her pussy up and down, at least until his cock shriveled enough to fall out. She found a tissue on the bedside stand and held it to her pussy before reaching for another and wiping his cock. Turning, she stepped to the door, glancing at me with a quick smile as she did — the only acknowledgement that I was even there that she’d given since she started on him.

Moments later she was back, climbing back onto the bed with Rick, still ignoring me. “That was really nice,” she said, lying down beside him and cuddling, her hand stroking up and down his chest. “How’s your mouth doing? Think you can suck on my nipples again? If you can do that, I’ll suck your cock and we can do it again?”

“Ah’d like that,” he answered.

“I would too. Have you ever had your cock sucked?”

“No. I’ve never don anythang before.”

“I like to suck cock. You boys are all such pushovers. I can get you to do anything when I’ve got your cock in my mouth.” Her hand reached down and gripped him momentarily before she rose up and positioned her tit at his mouth once again. “Umm, that’s really nice,” she crooned a moment or two later before moving to position her other nipple at his mouth.

It wasn’t long before she just rose up and turned, reaching for his semi-limp cock and took him into her mouth. He groaned at the onset, his head rolling back as she pleasured him with her mouth. I could see his cock enlarging and stiffening to her caresses. When he was totally hard, she pulled back and asked him if he wanted her to suck him off or to fuck again. “Again…” he answered.

Robin pulled back and swung a leg up and over his, straddling him and guiding his cock inside her. She was moving slowly, just like she’d started the first time, but it didn’t last for long. “What do you say, shall we try a different position?” she asked. “This is called cowgirl, and if I turn around, it’s called reverse cowgirl. Do you want to try that?” I saw his head nod, and moments later Robin had swung herself around and guided him into her pussy. Reaching for his good arm she pulled it around her hip and guided his hand in place. “I like this position because you can stroke my clit,” she told him. I could see his fingers fumbling without doing much good, but she told him just the opposite.

“That was nice,” she said a while later, after turning around once again. “Here, keep playing with my clit,” she said, guiding his hand between her legs once more. “That always feels so good.” Raising his hand to her mouth she sucked his finger before guiding his hand back between her legs. “Wet and slippery is always good,” she told him.

She began a rundown on different positions, telling him how, if he could stand, she’d get on her hands and knees on the bed and let him take her from behind. She told him how if he could sit up, she’d sit on his lap with his cock inside her. She told him how nice it would be to lie on her side and let him take her from behind. She told him how fun it would be if he could stand to do it on the kitchen table, all while gradually fucking him harder and faster. His head rolled back and forth until, with a groan, he again came inside Robin.

I was used to two-hour time slots, Tiffany wasn’t. I didn’t even think about it, that she’d been taking care of Ricky virtually the whole time that we’d been there, until suddenly the phone buzzed. Looking down I saw “On our way back — coast clear?” Robin had heard the phone ding, and looked at me. I motioned to the phone and nodded in confirmation.

“Ricky,” she said, “I’m sorry to go but our time is up, and your parents are on their way home. Maybe we can do this again sometime? Would you like that?” His answer was unintelligible to me, but I knew it was positive.

I motioned to the envelope of money in the hallway, and Robin just looked at it. She looked at me and smiled, and then just walked by it. When we got in the car, I texted that Ricky was happy and in bed, and that we’d wait outside until they got home.”

“You didn’t use a condom,” I said as we were sitting there waiting.

‘Yeah, I know.” She didn’t offer any explanation for a few moments. “He was a virgin and he’ll never experience sex again. I just thought it was better to give him the real thing.”

“And you did it for free.”

“Would you have done any different?” I looked over at her as we pulled away from the curb and shook my head no, but I couldn’t get the whole evening out of my mind. She had given a young man, who had never experienced sex, and never would again, a precious gift. She’d taken care of him in a way that a lover would, with no questions asked.

Three weeks later Melissa called and asked Robin if she’d given Rick her real name. When she asked why, Melissa said she’d gotten a call from Sandy. Rick had died, but over the last three weeks he’d dictated a list of names that he wanted to invite to his funeral celebration of life. Included on that list was Robin and Brent, and although Sandy didn’t know who “Robin” was, she remembered me as being Brent.

It truly was a celebration of life, including pre-written dictated Thank You notes from Ricky to many people that had been special to him. Teachers, friends, doctors and nurses, relatives, his sister, and Robin. For everyone else, there were specific things that were mentioned, but for Robin — it was just her name. I saw Sandy glance at us with tears in her eyes when her name was read, and she mouthed a “Thank You.”

“Robin,” I said as we were in the car afterward. There had been some food available, but we didn’t know anyone else so hadn’t stuck around for more than a couple of minutes.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a special woman. I’m not sure why this seems to be the time, but what you did for that man, that boy… I can’t… I don’t… I mean, I do…” I stumbled, unable to say the words.

“Danny, stop it!” she interrupted, “Just say whatever you’re trying to say.”

Suddenly it was easy. “I don’t care that you’ve been married before. I don’t care that you were the hot chick in school that I thought wouldn’t give me the time of day. I don’t care that you have the same job as I do and don’t come home until the early morning hours several nights a week. I want you to be my wife. I want you to marry me.” She said nothing for a few moments.

“Are you asking or telling?”

“Does it matter?”

“Absolutely. My husband, Dennis, told me we were getting married. If you’re telling me, the answer is no. But if you’re asking me to marry you, … well, I’ll have to think about it.”

“Hmm.” I said, “well, I guess I’m telling you that I want to marry you, but I’m asking you to marry me.”

“OK, I’ll think about it.”

It wasn’t a yes, and it wasn’t a no. Even though we hadn’t talked about getting married, I knew it was something I wanted.

~

“Somethings bothering you,” Robin said when we were cuddled in bed. Robin had spent the night before with a client, so I hadn’t seen her until earlier today when she came home.

I sighed, bothered — but yet not. “I sucked a cock yesterday.”

“Oh? Lindsey and Paul?” I was surprised Robin remembered their names, but Robin didn’t seem at all surprised that I confessed I’d sucked Paul’s dick.

“Yeah.”

“Want to tell me? I always figured they wanted you to do that.”

“We did it once, and she had Paul suck me hard so I could fuck her again. I did, and after I came a second time, she wanted Paul to do her too. She had climbed into his lap facing out while riding him, and she told me to lick her clit at the same time. So I did.” I pictured in my mind what had happened. “She was bouncing on him pretty good; I was trying to follow her clit with my tongue when she just rose up a bit more. His cock popped free of her pussy as she slid down behind it — and it went in my mouth. I’m pretty sure she did it on purpose; as soon as he went in my mouth her hand went onto the back of my head to hold me there.”

“Probably. She’s been trying to talk you into sucking him forever, hasn’t she?” I nodded. “Did he cum in your mouth?”

I nodded again. “I’m not into men, but I can understand how you like sucking cock.”

“Why is that?”

“I, uh… I have to admit, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I could tell it felt good to him, too. His cockhead… it was just the right size, and I swear, running my tongue around it, I could feel how he was enjoying it. And it kept growing and getting bigger and then… it erupted I don’t know how else to explain it; his cock swelled up and then exploded into my mouth.”

“Did you swallow?”

“No. Lindsey was saying, “Don’t you swallow! Don’t you swallow! Give that to me!” Oh my God, it almost gagged me, but I kept it in my mouth, and when he quit spurting, I closed my mouth and moved up to Lindsey. She wanted me to kiss her, but I didn’t, I just pushed his cum out of my mouth and into hers.”

Robin nodded, saying nothing for a moment. “Would you do it again?”

“Not if I can help it.”

~

It was almost a month later. We were lying in bed after making love, about to go to sleep, when Robin said “Why?” I wasn’t sure what she was referring to until I asked. “Why do you want to marry me?” she clarified.

I thought about it for a bit before answering, telling her how she’d always been my dream girl, how when she’d been the head cheerleader and getting her picture taken with Adam I’d been so jealous, wishing it was me. I told her how hearing her mother telling mine that she’d walked in on the two of them fucking, that I’d so wished it were me. I told her how, even when she seemingly dissed me at her wedding, that I had wished that it was me. When she’d gotten married, I’d had no self-confidence. I’d never been able to tell her I was interested, to ask her on a date, to see if maybe I was mistaken, and she might have responded to me in a positive manner. Now, I had newly earned self-confidence, I was no longer a virgin, and although we both had unusual professions, I knew I didn’t want to be without her again.

“And,” I added a few moments later, “because I love you. I’ve loved you since we were kids.” She didn’t say anything, absolutely no verbal response before I fell asleep, just her hand slowly stroking my arm.

~

“I don’t understand,” she said the following morning, when we were still lying in bed.

“What?”

“I’ve been married, and it didn’t work out. To say nothing about me being a whore, for God’s sake. Sure, we call it escorting, but I’ve got an appointment this evening where I’m going to be paid to put on an evening dress with no panties. We’re going to a meeting where he’s going to show me off as his sexy girlfriend, and then we’re going to his hotel room where he’ll fuck me. I’ll sleep in his bed, pretend he’s the world’s greatest lover, and then I’ll fuck him again tomorrow morning. And then I’ll come back here in the morning with more money than I’d make in a week in the business world.”

“What’s the difference between that and me being in Mary’s bed, or numerous other women’s beds, having sex with them for money? I’m just as much of a whore as you are.”

She didn’t answer immediately. “Gigolo,” she said.

“What?”

“Gigolo. A male prostitute is a gigolo.” She giggled.

“I don’t care what it’s called,” I answered, rolling to her, my hand coming up to caress her arm, “I only have sex with my customers. I make love with you.” She didn’t say anything, and after a couple of minutes of nothing I rolled over and padded into the toilet to take a pee.

Coming back, I opened the drawer to get clothes out when she called me. “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“OK.”

“OK? OK what?”

“OK, I’ll marry you.”

That was the start. There were a lot of things to iron out. As the old saying goes, once bitten, twice shy — and she had been bitten. Eventually we included a lawyer and a prenuptial agreement that defined what each of us was bringing, including substantial economic assets, and how if this didn’t work out, anything that was brought into the marriage also went out of the marriage with the original owners. We discussed future income, expenses, investments, and at the suggestion of the lawyer (who we had to confess to what exactly it was that we both did for income), a clause that took marital infidelity out of any reason for a divorce.

Unlike when she married Dennis, we almost didn’t tell anyone about it. We finally called my parents, and Robin’s, and told them we were planning on getting married before a judge as we didn’t want a big to-do about it, but they were having nothing to do with that. I had no idea before, but found out my mom had always hoped that maybe Robin and I would get together and had always been disappointed that in our youthful days we really hadn’t seemed to mesh at all. I wondered, when she confessed this, if she had any idea that her son and future daughter-in-law were both professional sex workers. Somehow, I doubted that.

I think it was really my mother that was pushing for a wedding where ‘she’ could invite guests. Robin’s mother outwardly went along with those wishes, even though she’d had that party when Robin was married the first time, and eventually they agreed that we would all compromise with just a smaller ceremony. Mom got her wish to invite her closer family and we all got to invite a few friends. And of course, the “small” gathering kept gathering steam, and people, until we cut them off and told them we weren’t going to have a “big party.” They didn’t like that, but agreed.

Robin and I were already living together; for us, this wedding would just legally and publicly be saying we were committed to each other, so we didn’t see it as a big thing. Robin and I both had a couple of friends that we invited, and together we invited Savannah and Melissa since we worked with them. The only close friend that my mother invited was Mary Wilson. I hadn’t really realized until I saw her name on the list that my mother considered Mary Wilson to be that good of a friend, but questioned immediately when her name went on the list. When I asked, my mother said that with her own mother being thousands of miles away, Mary had been her substitute “mom,” her confidante, and friend, for years. I couldn’t help but wonder what my mother would have thought if she knew that her confidante and friend had been paying her son for sex for quite some time or that she had seduced her son and taken his virginity. I strongly doubted that she knew that Melissa had introduced Mary to lesbian sex and she was seeing Melissa almost as much as me, although I’m sure that would have had less impact than knowing I regularly graced her bed. Although I knew that Mary had never said anything to mom about me, I wondered if they really were that good of friends, had she possibly ever confided with my mother that she was regularly having a gigolo visit?

And, of course, there was also my mother’s good friend, Martha, who was also my wife-to-be’s mother, Martha. Although she never slipped and let out to anyone else that she was my customer, that I was her Lothario, several times I saw a lusty look in her eye that almost always resulted in receiving an appointment request from her the next day — and sometimes even the same day. We didn’t get together with either of our parents all that often — but it soon became obvious (at least to me) that whenever we spent any time at all with Robin’s family, with Martha, I almost immediately got a call for an appointment with her. There was no doubt in my mind that Martha liked to be fucked by her daughter’s fiancé. I knew she liked sex, but I’m sure that the illicit aspect of being fucked by her daughter’s boyfriend had a lot to do with it as she quite often would ask if I’d yet fucked her daughter that day, or perhaps if I’d go home that evening and fuck her daughter.

The actual ceremony was anticlimactic, and just like that — we were Mr. and Mrs. We had a honeymoon in the Caribbean before returning. I asked Robin, while we were on our honeymoon, if she’d noticed her mother had been making almost regular appointments with me after we’d seen her, and she hadn’t. When I asked her what she thought about that she was pretty pragmatic about it — “does she pay her bill?” I assured her I collected up front, and she just shrugged her shoulders.

I told Robin how her mother, ever since we’d been engaged, commonly asked about whether I’d been with her that morning, or whether I would that night. “She really seems to get off on knowing that you and I are lovers.”

“Hmm.” She didn’t say anything for a moment. “I never knew my mother had so many kinks. I guess we all do, don’t we?”

“Does it bother you? Should I cut her off?”

She didn’t answer immediately, and then shrugged her shoulders and replied with a pragmatic, “It’s work, right? As long as she pays her bill.”

Martha tried several times to contact me when we got back, but I put her off. I made excuses several times, and didn’t see her for almost two months after the wedding. She was practically insatiable when I did. Unlike other times, she wasn’t so much interested in me doing her ass as just fucking. I started with her from behind, on her hands and knees doggy — but she guided me to her pussy instead of her ass. I was on the verge of coming the first time when she pushed me away and rolled over to finish with me missionary, face to face. A while later, after I’d recovered, she climbed on and I did her cowgirl. Still not sated she climbed off, leaving my condom covered cock behind, and straddled my face. I sucked and tongued her to her third orgasm after which she finally rolled off and onto the bed beside me.

“Oh my God. I can’t believe I just made love with my daughter’s husband.”

“You didn’t,” I answered instantly. “You just had sex with your paid sex toy. The only woman that I make love to is your daughter.”

~

{Ed. Note: The following may seem familiar as it intertwines with CWB 6 — Bachelorette Party. Tiffany and Brent have previously been briefly introduced to Stacy, Ellen, Josette and Carrie in CWB 6 — Bachelorette Party: https://literotica.com/s/cwb-6-bachelorette-party}. You may wish to revisit that story as this tells that encounter from Robin and Danny’s perspective.

~

“Hey Brent,” Mellissa started when I answered the phone, perhaps 6 months later. “Do you remember Ellen?”

“Your friend that we saw where I almost ran into my mother and she saved my ass?” She laughed.

‘Yeah, that’s the one. How would you like to pay her back for helping you out?”

“What have you got in mind?”

“Her brother is getting married. She and a couple of girlfriends are having a bachelorette party in Palm Springs. She wanted to know if maybe you and Tiff could perform your phony arrest routine, and maybe the standing 69, for the girls? She said she heard so much about it at Kathy’s party she always felt left out that she didn’t get to see it. I told her I thought you’d agree to do it for cheap since she helped save your ass.” She laughed.

We wouldn’t have normally taken a gig like that, traveling several hours, but I checked with Robin, told her what happened before, and we said we would.

“Which one of you is Stacy?” I asked as we pushed the door open even wider and forced our way in. Ellen, dressed in just bra and panties, I recognized when she opened the door. Even if I hadn’t recognized her, a wink at us confirmed she was expecting us.

“Police!” Robin ordered. “Stay where you are!”

“We’ve got a warrant for Stacy,” I spoke with authority, holding the phony paper up for all to see. “Which of you is Stacy?” Ellen pointed her out, although the look of surprise on Stacy’s face, and not on the others, gave her away.

“Hands behind your back,” Robin ordered as I grabbed one arm and she grabbed the other.

“Am I under arrest?” Stacy gasped, the shock in her voice saying she really couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Frisk her,” Robin said, “make sure she doesn’t have anything concealed.”

I ran my hands over her body, from head to toes. Sliding up her legs one at a time, under her dress, finding her ass bare with just a thong panty; letting the fingers of one hand slide across her crotch from one side and then my other hand doing the same when I slid up her other leg. Standing, I moved behind her, sliding my hands around to her breasts, stopping when I felt her nipples protruding through her dress. “I think she’s smuggling bullets,” I said to Robin and the room, keeping a stern look on my face.

“Better do a strip search!” Robin replied. Sliding my hands to her shoulders, I slipped the dress straps to the side and down her arms, folding the dress off her chest to expose her breasts. Pulling the Velcro catch on my own shirt, I slipped it off and dropped it to the floor before reaching around her with two hands to again fondle her now naked tits.

“I’m not finding anything unnatural,” I said to the room, rolling Stacy’s nipples between my fingers. “Whatever it is, she’s got it well hidden. I’m thinking we may have to do a complete strip search and body cavity inspection.” Unclasping one of the handcuffs, I slipped the dress from her arms and down, reclosing the handcuff before pushing the dress completely down to puddle at her feet — leaving Stacy clad only in her panty.

“Take that off!” I heard Robin say, only to glance up and see her attention directed at a thin woman with practically no tits at all — but obviously erect nipples protruding through a body conforming dress.

“Oh please, ma’am. I’ve done nothing wrong” the woman said with a smirk, obviously playing along.

“I can’t just accept having you tell me that,” Robin responded. “Take it off and we’ll determine whether you’re hiding anything important or not. You too!” She snarled, a smile almost breaking onto her face as she turned back to Ellen, her gaze pausing just momentarily before moving on to the fourth woman. “I think I’ve found what they’re hiding,” Robin said to room, stepping up to the fourth woman, reaching out two handed to fondle both of her magnificent breasts. “Obviously counterfeit,” she started, “there’s no way that anything this magnificent is…” she stopped. Her fingers had caught the top of Carrie’s dress which had immediately slipped down, revealing her beautiful large and firm breasts. “Wow! Nice!” Robin said, hefting the beautiful boobs on this woman.

“Glad you like them, officer, she smirked, and then reached forward to hook a finger in the deep vee of Robin’s blouse, jerked, and Robins shirt easily pulled open to her waist.

Stacy looked shocked when we came in the door. And then about the time that I pulled the Velcro on my shirt, even though I was behind her, I could tell she knew that something wasn’t kosher. And now, seeing Carrie pull Robin’s shirt open, exposing her bare breasts and half bra, she totally understood that we weren’t real police, and her friends had provided the entertainment.

“Add another charge!” Robin responded, slipping the shirt from her shoulders, and dropping it to the floor, “Assaulting an officer!”

“Well,” Ellen giggled from behind her, “she hasn’t assaulted you yet!”

“Are you backtalking?” I asked, stepping toward Ellen and in front of Stacy for the first time without a shirt on. “And how come you’re still covered? Take it off!”

“Yes Sir, whatever you say, Sir.” Ellen responded, reaching behind her back, and unhooking her bra, revealing her also gorgeous and firm breasts. “All of it!” I ordered. “Panty too!” I turned back toward the tall thin woman, Josette, who still had her dress on and hadn’t made any attempt to remove it. “You too!” I ordered, “Why haven’t you lost that dress? We ordered you to strip!”

Wordlessly the woman reached for the hem of the dress, lifted it clear up and off her body — revealing that she’d had nothing on under the dress. “Wow!” Robin said, reaching forward to her magnificently erect nipples, even though she had barely-there tits. “We’re going to have to add a smuggling charge for you. Smuggling illegal raisins, without a doubt.” Josette’s eyes closed, a shiver going through her body as her obviously sensitive nipples were tweaked by Robin. It was just momentarily, but Robin didn’t immediately pull back from tweaking Josette’s nipples — winking at her a moment later when her eyes came open.

“I think we’re going to need to add a public intoxication charge,” Robin said to the room. “These ladies all appear to have been drinking. Have you ladies been drinking?” She looked around, nobody answering. “That’s it. Break out the breathalyzer, they’re all going to have to blow into it.”

Reaching for the Velcro break in my pants, I gave the practiced little jerk — and my pants popped open, momentarily leaving me totally nude among this group of gorgeous friends. Turning back to Stacy, again sitting in the straight back chair, I straddled her without sitting, my half-hard cock right in front of her face. “OK Stacy, time for a breathalyzer test. Blow into the tube.” I leaned in, my cock getting closer to her face, but she turned aside. Twisting my hips just a bit, my cock flipped back and forth, and I was able to bump it against her cheek. When I again moved my cock toward her lips, she turned away. “Subject is not cooperative,” I said to the room, “refusing a breathalyzer,” and then looking down at my semi-flaccid cock acted like I just realized I wasn’t erect. “Oh! I see the breathalyzer need recharging. I need some help, officer,” I said to Robin.

As she stepped toward me, her hand went to the waist of her own pants, and just like with mine, they released with a sharp tug, leaving her in just her panty and half-bra. She hooked her panty and dropped them with her pants, stepping up to me afterward. Without a word I just picked her up in our practiced lift and flip. Her legs went around my neck, my tongue onto her pussy and with one hand she raised my cock to her mouth as we began our standing 69.

Although she wasn’t particularly wet to begin with, as my tongue pleasured her, she got that way. My cock, only semi-hard to begin with, easily stiffened to the practiced caresses of her lips and tongue. “I think it’s recharged now,” Robin said, pulling away from my now stiff erection a few moments later. I flipped her back over and set her down, turning again to the gorgeous woman that this entertaining show was aimed at. “OK Ladies, time to face the music. Stacy’s first.” I again stepped up to her, pushing my now erect cock towards her face. Again, she shook her head no, and again I smacked her in the cheek with my cock, but minding my ‘get permission’ admonishment that had never served me wrong, I turned now to the woman I knew had arranged this party. “Are you drunk and disorderly?” I said to Ellen, also now seated in a chair. Straddling her I moved my cock forward, and as I suspected, she didn’t hesitate to take me into her mouth.

I don’t know if Ellen was a connoisseur of sucking cock, but she definitely knew what she was doing. Her hand came up and gripped my balls, her lips and tongue massaging my cock head. “Somebody likes to suck cock, don’t they?” I whispered for just her to hear.

Her “ummm,” of pleasure was all the answer I desired. “Maybe later,” I whispered, pulling away from her willing mouth. “Do I pass?” she asked, her hand still on my balls.

“I believe you’re not nearly as intoxicated as you first appeared.” I answered, turning again to the bride to be. “What about now? Are you ready?” She refused yet again, shaking her head. Instead I moved towards Carrie and her breasts exposed above her dress. “Everybody needs a chance to prove they’re not intoxicated,” I said, “Time for you to blow into the breathalyzer…” Carrie, like the bride to be, initially refused, turning her head aside. Reaching out to her shoulders I pushed her down into the chair and then again slapped her in the face with my erection. When she still didn’t respond, I said, “Do you know how to store a breathalyzer?” She just looked at me, obviously wondering what I was asking, until I lowered myself and placed my cock between her breasts. Having figured out what I was hinting at, Carrie now didn’t hesitate to reach up and push her boobs together around my cock. “Ah ha! I see you do,” I said, sliding my cock up and down a couple of times in the valley of her boobs before backing away.

Turning now to the naked brunette with the large nipples, I saw her pull her lower lip between her teeth, her eyes smoldering in lust. None of the other three had indicated they were craving sex like this kitten was. “How about you, sweetheart?” I said aloud, and then whispered to her, “Think you’re ready for a breathalyzer test?”

She glanced at my cock, which was still quite stiff, and then whispered back at me, “Are you sure we don’t need to recharge it first?” I wasn’t initially sure that she meant to perform a standing 69 like Robin and I had, but when she continued and repeated to the room with “”Are you sure it’s ready? It looks to me like it might need a recharge,” I knew.

“Oh ho! A feisty one!” I now laughed aloud. Reaching for her hand I pulled Josette forward, grabbed her around her waist and flipped her upside down in my arms.

Josette was quite wet and aroused, her entire body shuddering as my tongue found her clit. As light as she was, I knew I would have no problem holding her there and eating her to orgasm. That she was well experienced in sucking cock was obvious from her enthusiastic bobbing on my cock. But, the more I tantalized her pussy with my tongue, the more her own movements on my cock slowed and finally stopped. As I suspected, she orgasmed quite easily to my tongue; my own cock just held in her mouth. I caressed her pussy and clit for perhaps two more minutes, her body shivering and shaking and quaking before I eased my grip and flipped her back over. Her eyes were wide with an “I can’t believe that just happened” expression as I set her back down.

“Definitely not under the influence,” I said, turning back to Carrie once again. She again shook her head “no,” as did Stacy, the bride.

“Ok, two definitely not drunk, and two maybe. I guess there’s not enough evidence to take you in. What do you think, officer? Shall we let them go?” I said to Robin.

We’d been paid for a fuck, presumably Stacy the bride, but after Josette almost sucking me off and coming to my tongue (I really wouldn’t have minded fucking that little minx) I gripped and stroked my cock to keep it hard.

“I agree. I don’t think we have enough evidence to hold them,” Robin answered. “Shall we put the breathalyzer away and get out of here?”

“I guess. But I’ll need some help to deflate it.”

“I know, you always do.”

Robin stepped up to me, and we put our arms around each other. I lifted Robin, and she wrapped her legs around me. Lifting just a bit higher, when I lowered her again, Robin easily aligned herself and slid onto my cock. Lifting, I pulled Robin up my cock and lowered her down again, knowing that my sliding in and out of her pussy was readily visible to the room. It’s not easy fucking while standing, and turning toward the table, I stepped forward putting Robin’s bottom on the table while she kept her legs wrapped around me.

“Did you get her off?” Robin whispered, holding her mouth against my neck, just below my ear.

“Yes. It didn’t take much.”

“Did you see how hard her nipples were?”

“Of course. She really wanted to suck me off, too.”

“I could tell. That was hot. And now I want you to make me cum.”

“Uhmmm, Gladly my love. Gladly.”

~

Special thanks to Peter_Cleveland for his editing and suggestions.