Am I a Whore or Golddigger?

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Am I proud of what I did, accepting the job of being a male whore in an elite, highly exclusive erotic mansion located in the outskirts of Playa del Carmen, servicing rich women?

Why not?

Making in one night a month the same amount of money (or more) as I was making in an entire month, working six days a week teaching diving?

Being allowed to choose which (married) woman you would service and which ones not?

Getting paid for my one and only hobby (fucking) while I lived there.

“Hold my beer!”

Spoiler alert: The daughter part is partially fictional; the rest is based on true events.

By the way, if you do not believe this narrative, it's fine with me, but you have no idea what kind of freaks are out there in the sex world.

Another PS: I have published this under fetish, because as I just wrote, there are a lot of freaks out there, so please be aware that in the different chapters there might be ingredients such as "creampie," "cheating," "femdom," "humiliation," "ridiculing," "contempt," "bareback," "unprotected sex," "BBC," "gangbang," "reluctancy," "deflowering," and so on.

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Is it not a thin line between getting paid for services and offering services to have a good life? Or is it exactly the same, and the payment is just in different currencies? Check all these girls these days; they are only interested in rich men; age doesn't matter. The older the better. Why do we call them golddiggers? Is what they are doing not the same thing as what prostitutes do? Opening their legs to get paid, the difference is they are paid in jewelry and handbags.

That's how I felt in the beginning, at those very exclusive parties from Anna, the Russian woman we met in the hotel. Well, "meeting" is a big word; she held Beate down on the floor with both hands so she couldn't go anywhere, and I could knock her up.

After Beate left Playa del Carmen, I decided to call Anna and go visit her at her mansion, some 20 KM (12 miles) outside Playa del Carmen. We agreed on meeting at 2 PM the next day.

Yes, it was a mansion. Opulent gardens, terraces everywhere, two or three swimming pools, 3 or 4 floors, depending on what part of the mansion you were in, and two large garages with SUVs and Porsches. The mansion was half hidden and hard to find. A real "retreat." The taxi driver had troubles finding the address I got from Anna, but finally, we found it.

Anna was happy to see me, welcomed me, and offered to show me the mansion first, and then we should discuss business. While walking me through all the different parts of the mansion, showing me at least 15 bedrooms, many bathrooms, two kitchens, an indoor pool, a sauna, and so on, she explained what kind of parties were being held here.

I give one party each month, and my guests pay me 5,000 USD to participate. Everything else is included in the price, such as food, drinks, and whatever else the guest needs. Secrecy is very important; these are very rich and important people. What happens here stays here. The staff who works for me gets 2,500 USD per party, cash, regardless of whether they work in the kitchen, serve drinks, or fuck a guest. The staff signs upfront a binding contract with an NDA, so nobody talks.

"I am interested in you working for me as a fucker," Anna explained. "As I helped you successfully breed that blue-eyed girl in that hotel, outside your room, in the hallway, and once I saw your cock, I knew I wanted to have you for my parties as my newest fucker."

"At the first four parties you can choose freely which woman you want to fuck at the party. That way you get used to the parties. If you do not wish to fuck any woman at your first party, that's fine too. But latest at party number two, you will fuck a woman of your choice. And don't worry, the rich are always pretty, Anna said, smiling at me. At the other six parties in that same year, I will preselect three women for you, of which you will choose one and fuck her. This is all in the agreement I would give you. If you can fuck two of those three women at the same party, you get 5,000 USD per party, but it must be two good fucks."

"We do, of course, have other fuckers, but they are either gay, lesbian, or bi. I want you as my new hetero fucker. You will only be in touch with women here. If you want a BI contract, just let me know."

"But you can make much more money if you want. We have "specials," which we offer after an agreement has been reached between the two participating parties, which would be you and the female guest. I am simply the provider. Of course, these "specials" have a price. The 5,000 USD is merely the entry fee."

"I will now explain those specials to you: Two or three months ago a wife wanted to get knocked up by a masked stranger. I did not have any hetero fuckers that night, and she didn't want a bi, so I promised her I'd do my best to find someone. Of course, if the client wants, she might be masked too, or at least unrecognizable. Or maybe she wants you to see her face. If you take your disguise off, that's your choice."

"In your contract you will find what we pay for each special wish. For example, fucking without a condom gets you an extra 2,500 USD per party. Remember, these rich people are very keen on their health and are "clean." You will have to get monthly medical checks as well if you want to earn that extra money."

"Besides the no-condom bonus, successful breeding also has an extra bonus; that's why party dates change every month, to match the fertile cycle of the female guests who booked a breeding. The breeding bonus depends on what I have agreed on; you get 50%, but a minimum of at least 5,000 USD you get on top of the standard party fee."

"Some other special requests I receive could be, for example, no consent, truth or dare games, the husband watching, mother and daughter threesomes, guests wanting to get fucked in public, and so on. Each bonus depends on what I agree on with the guest, but you get 50%. And of course, I will tell you the bonus sum before the party starts."

"From my side, I expect you to be able to do your duties, stay fit, and fuck those lovely women. Ah, I almost forgot; you get from me plenty of Viagra for free. I simply want your cock to always be hard."

"What do you think?" Anna asked me.

"Well, it sounds almost too good to be true," I answered. "My biggest worry is, if on the specific party day, I am sick or I cannot perform, although the Viagra will help me with that last issue.

"If you are sick, you are sick. As simple as that. You do not get paid, but it is not a problem," Anna reassured.

"Good, I am in." I said, giving Anna my passport so she could make a copy of it and set up the contract.

"Very well, I am very happy!" Anna smiled at me. "Give me ten minutes to set up the agreement; you can read it here or back home, as you wish, and let me know if it is OK for you or not."

She came back with the agreement, which was only two pages, and after reading it carefully, I signed it. She made a copy for me and said we should celebrate with champagne. But we still had to make some pictures, because she would use them for the negotiation.

"No problem, let's do it now," I said.

The pictures that she needed were, among others, from my body, without showing my face, and shots from my bulge in tight jockeys, and she needed close-up pics of my flaccid cock, of my hard cock, and of my balls. Made sense. We are selling an experience here, not an illusion. The flaccid cock and balls part was the easy part, but now I had to get aroused.

"I can help myself if you are OK with it," Anna said.

"Yes, sure, thanks, Anna," I replied.

"Come with me," and she led me to the nearest bedroom.

Did I describe Anna? No, only that she was in her early 40s. She reminded me of that porn star from the past, called Greta Milos, but with bigger boobs. Blonde-red, half-long hair; natural boobs; about 1.65 M (5.4); slender; and typical "Russian eyes," very sexy. I would have picked her up in the Blue Parrot as well, just as any cute babe. I would do it here for free!

I think Anna had this planned all along. As I walked behind her, following her towards the bedroom she was looking for, her ass had this nice female sway, inviting me to grab it, and I believe she either pulled it up or her skirt had hiked up by accident, because I could see the black elastic band of her stockings. At the same time, I believe her right hand was unbuttoning her blouse, because I did recognize that typical hand movement of unbuttoning, but I couldn't see it properly, as I was walking behind her.

She gave me a little wanting look over her shoulder and gently took me by the hand, guiding me, taking me with her as her trophy, making sure that my body would be very close to hers.

She was seducing me in a very sensual way, with little erotic hints, telling me that she was very fuckable.

We reached the bedroom, and she switched on some soft lights. The first thing I noticed is that the bed was round and had a large round ceiling mirror above it in the same dimensions as the bed, and the cabinet doors had large mirrors too, making the room not only bigger, but also allowing you to see your own copulating from various angles.

As she turned around facing me, her blouse had indeed all buttons open and was only partially covering her black see-through open bra. Her DD-sized tits were being pushed up nicely, and I didn't need Viagra at all. Her 3-minute seduction walk, with all those subtle sexy hints, had made my cock fully erect, now twitching with sexual lust.

She looked down at my shorts, seeing the big effect she had on me, and looked me lustfully in the eyes. She took two steps towards me, raising her mouth close to my left ear, and as she whispered that she was not using any protection, her left hand gently brushed against my bulge.

My cock couldn't get any harder!

She took off her blouse to offer a full view of her pushed-up naked tits and her skirt and squatted in front of me, her face inches away from my bulge, and gave the shorts fabric a mushy kiss while looking at another large mirror, which was placed on one of the room's walls. Looking up, making eye contact, she knelt, and her small hands undid the button, followed by slowly pulling the zipper down.

You could now see the jockeys I was wearing, and under the tight underwear, the lump looked even bigger. Anna pulled down the shorts completely, and I stepped out of them. Seeing the large protrusion, she put her face flat on my Jockey shorts, next to my vertical appendage, measuring its length, again looking at that mirror on the wall.

She placed both her hands flat on my cock, admiring it for two or three seconds, and, as she kept eye contact, raised her hands towards the elastic band of my underwear, placing her thumbs inside and pulling my underwear down. My rampant cock bounced out, hitting her lips. She gave the shaft a long spontaneous lick and pulled my underwear further down to my ankles. Once I stepped out, my cock stood proudly erect in front of her lips. She gave the shaft another three, four licks, all the way from the base up to the mushroom.

Her soft hand gently pulled back my foreskin as far as possible, and a long rope of precum was hanging from the cock slit. Anna sucked in the rope of cum, swallowing it, licking her lips clean with her tongue, and subsequently, her mouth engulfed in one gulp the big cock mushroom. While she filled her mouth with my cock, she kept looking at the wall mirror, as if she were forcing her cuckold to watch us, like a true hotwife, giving a blowjob to a stranger.

She aligned her mouth a little bit more to my cock, relaxing her experienced throat muscles, and started a slow back-and-forth motion. As my cock was now sinking deeper in the back of her throat, she switched to breathing through her nostrils while keeping the steady throat-fuck rhythm.

It has been a while, she thought, but her gag reflex was still worn down by all the practice she had in the past and not sensitive at all compared to that very first time, when she was a young woman. She tried it for the first time on her 18th birthday, having a foursome with two of her coed BFFs and a big black football player.

That first time, she had to gag and cough excessively. But Anna was determined to be successful in deep-throating and visited the football player from that moment on every day, mornings and evenings, practicing twice a day on his large black cock. After three weeks, the sensitivity of her gag reflex was almost gone to the point where she was quite comfortable taking a very large dildo deep in and out of her throat without any troubles.

As Anna now had my entire cock inside her throat, she stopped the in-and-out thrusting and started humming while keeping my cock still, as deep as possible. Those vibrations gave me very crazy good sensations, to the point that if we continued like this, I would for sure fill her stomach with my cum.

With her nails she first scratched my chest, playing with my hard nipples, and then switched to squeezing my bum, next inserting one finger in my ass and massaging my prostate as the other hand caressed my balls.

She stopped humming and started giving little throat spasms on my cock while my anus received a second finger as deep as possible from her. Quickly she started moving both middle and index fingers in and out, semi-fisting my backdoor.

But Anna knew I would not be able to endure these pleasures much longer, and she still needed to get fucked by me in front of that large wall mirror, a mirror that was used in the usual way from the bedroom side but was transparent from the other side. On the other side of that two-way mirror was a viewing room, just like a little theater, with capacity for up to eight persons.

Watcher-clients paid extra to anonymously observe the action in the little bedroom. Normally, you could simply pay a small amount of money for the so-called "shared watching" and hope for the best, because you could not determine the program or book it exclusively, be in the watcher room alone, and get the program you booked.

This time, the client had paid a large sum of money to see Anna herself fucking a stud. He had seen Anna at those parties, but she was never participating, as far as he knew. And this triggered him. Anna was a hot woman, and he desperately wanted to see her fuck. So, he simply paid for it. The man she was blowing right now, whom she didn't know either, had never seen his face before. Which was a nice surprise, because he had seen already the faces and bodies of the usual staff fuckers here. He made a mental note to thank Anna for this little goodie.

He also requested bareback fucking and was not disappointed. Money well spent!

What the watcher did not know, and neither did I, was that the "watcher room" had six automated cameras. Four of them would film the bedroom action for a soon-to-be porn movie. The four filming cameras were mounted in different spots, so if properly edited, you would get this IMAX feeling, where you felt like being IN the porn movie.

The other two cameras took only photos, and one of them only black & white photos. Especially when a black staff-fucker was drilling a white wife and being photographed in black and white, sales would skyrocket. The obscene contrast of a large black rod fucking her bareback, halfway inside a white married cunt, was simply a sales hit.

Once those porn movies had been cut and edited, Anna would promote them at the next party, showing little movie trailers, just like a Hollywood movie. Anna had an online platform for those movies; you didn't even have to wait till the next party and could simply buy them as downloads. It was also possible to buy the original uncut movie, which was even more realistic and 100% true.

The photos were automatically being sold online, as downloads, through a legal photo studio Anna owned.

The staff-fuckers in those pictures and movies would, as always, receive automatically 50% of the turnover.

Anna stopped her actions with me, took my cock slowly all the way out of her throat, and pulled back her two fingers. It was time that Anna's cunt should be torn apart. At least, that is what she expected from my girth. The cock length was exactly right, she thought, probably 1 cm (half an inch) too long, so it would hit her womb with each thrust and give her an exquisite mix of pain and pleasure. And its girth? Well, Anna thought, she might get "fucked for real, smiling at her own little joke.

Anna crawled on all fours towards the mirror, getting her face as close as possible, but leaving some space for hard cock thrusts between her and the mirror itself.

She looked lustfully over her shoulder at me, while her well-lubricated slit was inviting me, in her broken English, "Make baby, stud."

Bosses order, I thought. I kneeled behind her welcoming cunt and gave it two big licks.

I simply could not resist tasting her. I wanted to lick her again, but Anna added, "Stuff my cunt, big boy." Indicating that she needed it as much as I did.

I grabbed my twitching cock with my right hand, shoved aside her tiny little thong, and placed my cock head between her swollen cunt lips, not even waiting with my first hard thrust to check if it was in place. If it wasn't, it would slip in anyway; that was how wet Anna was. It went in one-third.

"AAAAARGH!" Anna screamed, looking directly at the mirror, my cock abusing her pussy. Her face was contorting from a delicious mix of pain and penetration pleasure, her cunt walls trying to cope with the abusive invasion.

I gave Anna another very hard thrust, which made her place one hand flat on the mirror, to stop herself from being rammed forward.

"OOOOH!" She screamed, her cunt being stuffed so well, "This man is heaven!" You could see her face grimacing, showing how hard her pussy was working to accommodate the entire phallus.

Since this was a job interview, I didn't want to let my new employer down. I thrust hard again, and Anna could do nothing but scream. Tears welled up in her eyes from the painful pleasure she was getting. I thrusted hard again and went balls deep inside her.

"OOOOH!" Anna moaned now, her cunt walls being able to stretch enough to reduce the pain, and the pleasure became the main character inside her. I stayed still, deep, not moving for a minute, to give her a chance to get used to my cock, after which I started a steady but fast rhythm of breeding her.

Anna could only groan of the ramming she was getting, "ARRRGH! ARRRGH! ARRRGH! ARRRGH!" And forgot all about her business, the mirror, and the client and simply became the fertile bitch in heat she was. Her cunt started to react as it was meant to do, by pressing like a bench vise on my rod, trying to milk my full cum balls as soon as possible.

Anna's pleasure built, turning her groaning into a desperate wailing; a piercing cry escaped her, a sound of pure despair, her rising climax closing in quickly. I gave her two more hard thrusts, and the sight of that slutty round ass getting fucked by me, with those black stocking suspenders around it and my cock shoving back and forth, trapped between those swollen cunt lips, sent me over the edge.

I could only groan like an animal, pumping my cum inside her, and no coherent thought was possible. This was pure breeding.

Anna felt my hot seed, load after load, filling her womb, and the mere thought that she might be fertile today and the risk of getting knocked up by me made her climax into an earth-shattering orgasm.

Perhaps we both passed out; I am not sure. The only thing I know is that I lost all my senses for a certain amount of time. As I came to, I saw Anna on the floor next to me, on her back, exhausted but deeply fulfilled.

In that sexual afterglow, we both simply lay there, near the watcher-mirror. Anna moaned softly, her brain still overridden by pleasure but her body very relaxed by the sheer satisfaction. She had this typical flushed skin, making her look radiant.

I turned to her and gave her a long, deep lover's kiss.

After we showered and got dressed, we went to one of the terraces, where drinks and food would be brought to us.

She explained to me that she had now all the photos she needed to promote me and explained the function of the watcher room to me.

Anna added that, even if I didn't sign the contract yet, I just made 5,000 USD today and gave me a big envelope, full of 100 USD bills. She hoped I was not mad at her, but we had a private watcher today, and yes, she had planned it without telling me because she was 100% sure that I would perform well.

I was dumbfounded. I just made in one single, but great, fuck with Anna, almost three months of my standard salary. Even if I did nothing special but just one fuck per month for her, I would make in one year at least 25 salaries. But 50 salaries in one year was also very real.

The champagne came, and she told me that the next party would be in ten days, on the 17th, and answered some other questions I had, such as if I could sleep here if it got late or if they had a shuttle service and so on.

After finishing the bottle together, I gave her a long French kiss, and I left, and Anna promised me to inform me, either two or three days before the party, what my duties would be.

So, to summarize, I would be fucking pretty women for money. A lot of money. I could probably earn a year's salary with five parties. Not bad for 5 days' work...

A couple of days later, I received an email from Anna with several pictures of 6 different women, full-body images, front and back, and all of them were indeed wearing something like a carnival mask. From what I could see, they all looked good.

From each woman there was a photo of her in an evening dress and one in a bikini. Great bodies. I might not need Viagra at all, but I didn't want to disappoint, so in the cab drive to the party I would probably swallow the first blue pill (Anna gave me a handful before I left, just in case).

But Anna wrote in the email as well that perhaps she had a special request instead, but it would be finally decided tomorrow, one day before the party.

Time to get pretty, I thought, and I went to a manicure and pedicure shop, becoming a pretty boy. After that, I got a haircut, and I went to get my back waxed, because I have a handful of hairs on it. After all the hassle, it was time for a good breakfast. From now on, I should eat healthier; I could now afford it.

One day later, Anna's special request email was there. She asked me to call her and discuss it by phone.

I called her right away.

"Anna," she answered.

"Hi!" I said. And before she could say anything, I told her that what we had together was too beautiful to leave it at only one time.

"Same here," Anna responded. "And I am not really sure if I am pregnant or not until you take me again, and again, and again..." she whispered.

"Do you want to come to visit me and my pussy tomorrow? Anna asked.

"I will," I replied.

Once the most important part was planned, Anna explained to me the special request.

"It took me two years to convince the mother of a now soon-to-be 18-year-old daughter that both should come to one of my parties. The mother is a very good, long-term client of mine. She doesn't participate in the parties but buys a lot of photos.

She has had, since her daughter became a teenager, nothing but troubles with her. Kicked from public school, kicked from a private school, many times trouble with the police, and so on. A soft touch did not work. Grounding her did not work. They even rented a large penthouse for her to give her more freedom and responsibility. Nothing. Nothing worked until I came up with an idea. I told her I could punish her daughter for her and that she would change her attitude overnight.

And for the final convincing step, I paid the mother 50,000 USD in cash, which is, of course, extraordinary, me paying my guests to show up, but I have a very special night planned, and I will make enough money to cover all costs and make some profit.

First of all, I want you to be the staff-fucker. There will be no other staff-fuckers but you on that night. I will pay you for your 2 days of duty 25,000 USD, and it will be paid in two steps. It is not 50% as usual, because I am taking her risk here, but the mother is a good friend of mine, and special requests often have extra costs for me.

On the 16th of this month, the night before the official party, your duty starts at 10 PM. In the central living room, you will find in the middle a round, slowly rotating stage with a large round hard mattress. Tied to it but covered to keep her warm, you will find on her belly the daughter, Natalya, dressed up in kinky lingerie, with, e.g., an open crotch, probably BDSM; I haven't decided yet.

Your duty is to deflower her and cum inside her fertile womb. We have been keeping track of her ovulation days, and she is fertile on the 17th, but I want you to fuck her as often as possible in those 2 days, starting one day before, to make sure you get her knocked up. After each cum load, you can retreat, eat, sleep, relax, and come back when you feel ready to breed her again.

In the meantime, we will wash and clean her and, each time, tie her up in a different position to keep it exciting for you. You might find her standing or on her back, on her side, or belly, perhaps fixated in a wall restraint or on BDSM furniture with her ass up, handcuffs, an open gag ball, and a leather mask, and I am even considering buying a fuck machine so when you fill her pussy, her ass gets worked on at the same time.

On the 16th, you will have 20 very exclusive watchers, who pay a large sum of money to watch the deflowering and the breeding parts. They will be sitting really close to the stage. The stage will turn slowly, but I want to offer every watcher the best possible view.

On the 17th, I will invite perhaps 25 watchers; there is not much space for more.

After the second day, her mother will pick her up and take her home and hold her there until her belly is too big to consult a doctor. The plan is to make her have a baby and force her to live with her mother. Photos and movies will help do the trick.

"Are you in?" Anna asked.

"Yes, I am," I answered.

To be continued.

Linda was in a long-term relationship...

Before I moved to Playa del Carmen, I worked as a product manager. (Yes, this is again a true story, based on a real event, as all my stories are). Linda was, back home in Holland, the secretary of one of the CEOs where I worked. Of course, I had noticed that she was pretty, but I was working too hard to do something. 50–60 hours a week take their toll; you work and sleep, so no wonder I quit it all one year later and moved to Mexico.

Since two large companies just merged, and for people to get to know each other, they organized Fridays, starting at 3 PM, with an open end, as an after-work event in our office. Drinks, finger food, chips, you name it, all for free. That's how I met her, even if I had seen her a couple of times before. I had been there a couple of times at this after-work event, chatting to unknown folks, but no flirting whatsoever.

I don't remember how Linda and I started chatting, but it was at one of these after-work parties. Those parties attracted a lot of people; we had at least 100 colleagues down there each Friday.

I do remember I teased Linda a little bit, as we were sitting next to each other, by coincidence, on the same lounger, like asking her if she was old enough to drink alcohol, when she would be picked up by her parents, etc. We had a fun, flirty chat.

I then realized, for the first time, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Indonesian mix, probably 25 years old, great body, 1.65 m (5'4"), killer smile, beautiful white teeth, great boobs, great butt, slender waist—damn—how could I have missed this babe?

We did have quite some alcohol. Besides a lot of things, she told me that she has a fiancé, Mark, and was in a long-term relationship, but she thought he was like a rude farmer with no style but added that she wasn't really looking for something new. I whispered to her, While our chat is getting much more intimate, we could always just kiss, right?

"We can't kiss here," she answered. "Would you like to come to my place? I live 5 min from here..."

"Sure. We go with your car?" I asked.

"Yes," she answered excitedly, looking forward to some kissing and perhaps some groping.

During the drive I kept my left arm on her right leg, caressing it, playing with the area close to her pussy, keeping her wanting me. During that short drive, she once playfully slapped my hand away, indicating that she liked a lot what I was doing.

Once at her place, we did not lose a single minute.

"Come here," I called to her. "Sit on your couch," I said while kneeling in front of her. I took her shoes off and saw that she was wearing a pair of stockings, probably self-supported, without a suspender belt, I suspected. "Open your pants and lower them for me." She quickly opened her jeans' button and the zipper, lifted her cute little butt, and pulled her pants down for me.

I took both her jeans legs in my hands and pulled her pants down. She wore a small, faded purple thong. Taking off her jeans entirely, I got closer on my knees to her. I kissed her inner thigh, just above where the stocking ended, on her naked skin.

"Oh," she gave a quick little moan, "just kissing, right?" smiling at me seductively.

"Just kissing." I smiled at her.

I kept kissing both inner thighs, on the naked skin, between that lovely pussy scent and her stockings.

"Linda," I whispered, "if you want me to kiss you properly, why don't you take off your thong?" I asked her.

"Oh. You want to kiss me there?"

"Only kissing." I teased her with my smile.

She was still unsure. Reluctant. If she were to take it off, she wouldn't be able to control herself. Better not. But her pussy was so wet. And he was doing all the right things just now. Maybe just kissing down there? Just a little? Was that cheating? Probably not, since there was no intercourse, right?

"Here," I said, "let me help you," and grabbed her thong on both sides. "Help me out by lifting your cute little butt."

She did. Just some kissing, nothing more, she thought. Harmless between colleagues. He has big hands, though, she thought. Strong fingers. Maybe... he will... No. Only kissing. She stopped her thoughts. No finger in my pussy. Only kissing.

I pulled down her thong, and it was soaking wet.

Now she was, besides the sexy stockings, naked from the waist below, only wearing her long-arm top.

I got even closer and licked her entire slit up and down, ending with licking her clit.

"Aaaahhh." She moaned, not expecting such a frontal attack. This is too good. She thought. Why did her fiancé, Mark, never do this to her? He never kissed and licked her the way I was doing. She felt another lick on her clit. "Oh. "And another lick. " Oh. "Keep doing that," she whispered to me.

She knew she would soon open her legs for me if I kept licking just like... "Oh. Oh. Oh. Three quick licks on her clit. "Fuck," she thought, "I am surrendering so easily." What if he has a big cock? He is almost 2 meters... Has big hands... Works out a lot; I can feel his muscles..." Oh, another clit lick. On one side, her pussy hoped I would insert a finger; her last little bit of resistance didn't want to think about this. If he fingers me, I will fuck him. Can't do that. "Well, I can," she thought, or was that her pussy thinking for her?

Look at his fingers, she thought. Same size as my fiancé's dick. He could finger me, and I wouldn't feel the difference between his finger and my fiancé's dick. And what if he inserts two fingers? I would probably come right away, she thought. Will two of those fingers fit in me? Should I ask him to finger me? And how big will his cock be then? Would fingering be cheating? It's not really sex, right?

I licked her clit again. "Oh." She yelped, being distracted by her thoughts. Her legs had a will of their own, both opening wide for me, her pussy completely exposed. She half noticed as I kept licking her slit and love knob.

"Oh. Oh. Oh." She kept moaning, opening her legs as far as she could.

She just realized this and thought that she hadn't been this obscene with a man ever before. "Obscenely good," if you ask my pussy, she added to the flow of thoughts. Is this how sex should be? When would the cheating start? Is this already cheating? Or is it cheating only then, when he penetrates me?

And he hasn't even kissed me on the mouth, she suddenly realized. He went straight to my pussy.

"It's not fair," she was able to say in between her moans, "You still have all your clothes on." Why did she say that? She thought... I am only making it worse. Her wet pussy whispered to her, "Let's take a quick look at his cock size... Just between colleagues, no harm done..."

I stopped shortly and took off my shoes and socks and opened my pants so I could lower them and take them off. I had to stand up to take them off completely, and as I stood, my bulging shorts were exactly at the height of her face. Very close to her lips, right in front of her pretty mouth.

"Wow." She said, admiring, "Is that real?" Linda asked, looking at my bulge.

Of course, my cock was hard as steel. What can you expect when you lick a delicious cheating pussy?

"Go ahead," I said. "Place your hand on it if you want."

She looked up to me, knowing it would not be good if she did that. "That's not kissing," the last little bit of her resistance said. The next thought was, "Is it THAT big?"

Her pussy won. Slowly she extended her arm and placed her hand flat on my bulge. "Wow. It's not a sock."

"Maybe it is..." I flirted with her. "Why don't you look for yourself? Just unwrap my present for you, Linda..."

"I have to see it," she said firmly. "Just once."

"Go ahead, it's yours, Linda." I emphasized her decision.

She placed both her hands on my bulge, her face very close to what she was doing. Sliding both hands along the cock's shaft until she reached my big balls, which she could see bulging below the fabric.

"You have big balls too," she cried out, full of admiration. "Is everything big with you?"

"It's all yours, girl," I answered. "You deserve it."

Yes, she thought. "I do deserve it. My fiancé is boring in bed. I deserve a break," her pussy whispered to her brain.

She lifted my shorts up and away from my body to give my cock enough room, then gently lowered them until my very hard cock was in full display.

"Oh my God. Your cock is fantastic." Linda howled, admiring that fully erect baby-maker. "So big. And fat. The cockhead is amazing."

"It won't fit," Linda claimed.

"Relax, why don't you touch it a little bit and get to know each other?" I suggested.

"Oh, I will." Lind said, convinced of her next actions. There was no hesitation anymore; this was just the beginning.

Her small hand grabbed my cock's base, and it could not go around it completely. She added another hand. Looking at the mushroom head, she moved one hand up and pulled my foreskin down.

A large drop of precum popped up. "Oh." Linda whimpered. Should she lick it? If I lick it, she thought, there is no turning back, and I will get fucked tonight. Would one time be cheating? Or is it cheating when you do it often? Are affairs not mainstream these days?

The big glob of precum was in plain view. Lying there. Waiting for her tongue.

I must have it," she thought. Her pointy tongue darted out, and she slowly licked, with great care, the entire cockhead.

"Mmmmhhhh." Linda moaned, tasting my cock for the first time. She couldn't help it; the moaning came without thinking. The precum she tasted was a mix between sweet and salty. Funny, she thought, it tastes much better than that from my fiancé; his is way more bitter. I'd rather have this taste every morning...

Sucking in my big drop of precum, she was not done after that. She wanted to have that magnificent cock in her mouth. Permanently. Too much cock to miss out on. She kept stroking my shaft and sucking the cock's head. She had this gorgeous tingling in her pussy, announcing something very beautiful. Would she come by merely sucking his cock? She never had that before. But it was all too good to be true. What about his balls? Should she caress them? Or would he come as quick as her fiancé? She hoped not. Her fiancé sometimes would cum in under two minutes, leaving her with nothing.

"Touch my balls, Linda." I said, "Play with them; they like you."

By telling Linda what to do and what was expected from her, the tingling in her pussy got stronger.

She held with one hand my cock's shaft, and with the other one she weighted both my balls.

"Oh, so big and heavy," she could somehow manage to say after my cock silenced her mouth again, filling it completely; her moans came out like a "Mmmmph."

The buzzing in her pussy tripled as she kept sucking my cock. Like a hungry woman having food for the first time in a long time. She didn't suck off her fiancé much. Much smaller dick, bitter horrible taste, and no stamina. But this one. Wow.

I decided to give that little push to get Linda over the hill and make her orgasm while sucking. I bent towards her and whispered, "Imagine this cock in your hot pussy, Linda. Imagine it deep inside you..."

She moaned loudly. "Mmmmph." She was almost there. Amazing. By merely sucking cock. But what a cock it is. She thought. Imagine this steel rod slowly penetrating her pussy.

I continued whispering to her, "If I touch your clit, Linda, will you then come for me? Will you flood my big fingers with your love juices, Linda? Will you be my little slut, Linda?"

She had never been this lewd ever before. Having been a correct and proper girlfriend all these years. And for what? For somebody else's pleasures? What about mine? Is it my turn now? I want my turn now.

"Come for me, Linda. Come for yourself. Suck my cock, worship it, and take it deep in your cheating mouth."

The moment I said the words "cheating mouth," she started shaking all over, and her pussy erupted. Still having my cock inside her mouth, she could only moan like, "Mmmmph. Mmmmmhhhhh."

She let my cock go because she needed to scream.

"Aaaaaaarghhhh, goddammit. " Cumming so very hard on her sofa, her juices running out of her slit, lubricating it, with Linda not knowing, for my next action I was planning on her delicious pussy.

She had to hold herself during her strong orgasm with both hands on my waist. Her face was in agony, frowning, from the immense pleasure she was experiencing.

This was new for her. He didn't even touch my pussy with his hand.

"Ooooooooh, so niiiice," she yelled. "You are the devil." She looked lustfully at me.

It was time to take her pussy now and make her a woman with a properly stretched cunt. I kneeled real close to her while she was lying half on her sofa in the afterglow of her orgasm. Her brain did not function due to the overload of pleasure she just experienced.

Taking both her legs in my arms, I pulled her a little bit towards me, aligning my cock's head and touching her pussy.

I then pulled on her legs again and shoved my cock inside her slit. The head went half in.

"Aaaaaah," Linda yelled. "It's big. Oooohhhh, take me."

"I will, Linda," and gave another shove with my hard cock, penetrating her even deeper. This was the rawest sex I had ever had. She was half lying on and against her sofa; I was on my knees in front of her, fucking her.

I pushed harder and went in all the way, hitting her womb. I would not last long. Too much alcohol. I kept fucking her hard, mercilessly.

"Uh. Uh. Uh." Moaning loudly, lost in pleasure, her next orgasm was presenting itself. "Oh. Oh. Ooooooh. Soooo gooooddd."

Linda's cunt started convulsing hard as she came on my hard cock. "Aaaaargh, goooooodamn," she cried, straining. Her whole body was shaking, wriggling under me, as I kept fucking her.

Five more shoves, perhaps. Four. Fucking her harder. Three. Oooohhh, my balls are getting ready. Hard as steel. Ready to shoot. Two. ONE. My balls are pumping my life seed deep inside Linda. Many, many shots of burning hot seed. Linda was groaning as she felt my hot cum flooding her cunt walls.

"Aaaaaaaah, soooooo gooooood." Linda screamed, "Youuuuuuu deviiiiil!" Smiling very satisfiedly at me.

I stayed deep inside her, our love juices mixing, a little cum of mine dripping out of her well-fucked cunt.

For the first time, our mouths kissed. "Mmmmph," she moaned inside my mouth, crazy from desire. Sooooo good. She thought. So. Very. Good.

I slowly took my flaccid cock out. More cum dripped out. We stopped kissing.

"Now I am pregnant," Linda stated, as a matter of fact.

To be continued.

She had it coming

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Slowburner folks!

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I am a cock tease.

I am not even a cheap cockblocker or a slut.

A true cockblocker has honest values, and she makes sure that nobody but she will get that big white cock inside her Asian pussy. Making sure that even her best friend from Osaka, a virgin just like her, does not have any of that white-hot cum inside her Asian slit. That’s a true cockblocker. She knows what she wants and goes for it, preventing anyone from getting what she wants.

A slut is very different. I am not even a slut because good sluts finish on what they were sucking on. Or riding on. Such thoughts had Kimberly, an exchange student from Japan, born in Tokyo. She was waiting in line at Dallas airport to be let into the USA, and she was nervous; her passport had been counterfeited. She was not twenty but younger.

Clement Freud, a former criminal, had somehow managed, with two very large bribes, to be admitted to the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) for border control. He smelled Kimberly's fear before he even saw her in the waiting line. He quickly told his colleague John to have his break and took his place just before Kimberly was about to pick up her scanned belongings.

“Could you come with me, please, Madam?” He politely said to her and grabbed her by her arm, not letting her go.

“I got this one.” He said to his other colleague and walked her towards one of the interrogation rooms.

But he wasn’t going there, oh no. Halfway down the corridor there was a broom closet, and as he checked that nobody was watching, he opened the door for her, and as the innocent teenager stepped inside, he quickly followed her, locking the door. Clement wasted no time and lifted the young teenager with his two strong arms onto the 3 ft high table, making her sit just on the right height with her crotch at his crotch level.

Clement quickly stepped in between her young legs, roughly pulling her short skirt up all the way to her waist. With one hand he held her pinned against the wall behind the small table, and with the other one he tried to tear open her black undies, but the material was too strong.

Kimberly wasn’t stupid, and she knew right away that if she didn’t let him fuck her, she would never enter the States. And she didn’t even have enough money to pay for a return flight!

“Wait.” She cried and kicked off her ballet flats with her feet. The moment Clement saw this, he hesitated. Is the slut trying to delay him or is she about to help him?

The answer followed the prompt, as Kimberly tilted her pelvis to the left, at the same time grabbing her undies with one hand and pulling them down. She repeated it on her right side, her underwear now dropping down onto her ankles. With a quick shuttle of her feet, she lost her panties entirely and made them fly through the small room.

Clement couldn’t believe his luck having found this little slut, who was willingly showing her hairless pussy to him. He hadn’t expected this from a young Asian chick, being well-shaven, and the urge to lick her first, instead of fucking her, became too big to ignore. He didn't like those big Asian bushes, and this girl was like the money pot of the month, even better than that crying girl called Mei.

He was still hesitating until Kimberly started opening the buttons of her blouse, revealing those perky, Asian, braless titties…

To be continued.