“What are you going to do?” I asked, trying to act concerned, when all I really wanted to do was laugh at her. That and get a peek at those big tits.
“I… I don’t know. I’m almost out of money. My bastard husband shut down all the credit cards and bank accounts. I don’t even have enough gas money to get home, if they’ll even take me in.” She looked up at me, openly crying. “This isn’t what I wanted, Dave. I swear. It was just until the business could stand on its own. We spent over two years trying to make a go of it. We couldn’t let it fail without making one more last-ditch effort.”
I sat down next to her, taking her hand in mine, even though it made my skin crawl. “Gail, you cheated on your husband, just like Brenda cheated on me. Over and over again. For money. How did you think it was going to end?”
“We never thought we’d get caught. It was only a few times to start with, you know. To close the deal. Married men who couldn’t afford to talk about it mostly. All so secret. Nobody would get hurt. There was no love, no affection. It was a simple business deal. You understand, don’t you?” Her hand was clinging to mine like a life preserver in heavy seas.
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand. I can’t. I thought my wife loved me, but she was fucking around with half the town, including my best friend.”
She turned and clutched my hand with both of hers. “She does love you. More than anything. You were so good about everything, helping us every step of the way, never complaining. I only wish Ron had been half as understanding. We talked about you so much. You’re everything to her, you know. Everything.”
“Hardly. Cheating, whoring herself out, and then running out with all our cash.”
“She took your money?”
“A little less than $7, 000, pretty much everything in our joint account. I closed out her credit cards and other accounts, at least until I hear from her.”
Gail seemed to collapse on herself. “What am I going to do, Dave? My marriage is ruined, I’m broke, the police are coming after me, and I don’t have a job.”
I removed her hands from mine, and stood up. I returned a little later, and put five one-hundred dollar bills in front of her. She looked up at me, smiling. “I… I wish I could turn it down. Thank you.”
I held my hand out to her, and she took it, allowing me to pull her to her feet. She might not be as good looking as Brenda, but she wasn’t an eyesore by any means.
“C’mon, baby. Let’s go to bed.”
I felt her stiffen up immediately. “Bed?”
“I figure that’s worth a few mattress turns and vent cleanings. Enough to get us through the next couple of days.”
I saw the joy leave her face, replaced with resignation. “I’m just a whore to you now, is that it?”
I nodded, tugging her along behind me. “Not ‘just’ a whore. A special whore. One I’ve fantasized about more than a few times.”
She trodded along behind me, up to the bedroom. “Go ahead and take a shower, clean up. This won’t be horrible,” I told her.
“What happens after,” she asked, her voice shaking.
“We have a little fun. You get to stay here, instead of having to get a motel. I’ll probably choose to enjoy you several times, I’m been doing without for better than a week now. When you feel you need to leave, we’ll settle our account. In the mean time, you can hide out here.”
She looked up and nodded. “I… I guess that’s more than I deserve. Thank you.”
She cleaned up nicely, and made herself pretty for me. She came to my bed naked, and started in on giving me a blowjob without my having to say anything.
I’ll give credit where credit’s do. She was good, damned good. Much better than my wife at that particular task. She took me in her hot mouth, sucking me like her life depended on it, which I guess in some ways it did. She was able to take my entire length, the first couple of inches sliding down her tight throat. I’m not huge, I’d say average, but it couldn’t have been comfortable. I was quite happy with her performance.
After a few delicious minutes, she pulled off. “Would you like to finish in my mouth? Or would you like something different.”
“Your mouth for the first time. You swallow, right?”
She nodded slowly. “Not normally. I will. For you, Dave.”
“Excellent. You’re very good, you know. Much better than Brenda.”
She smiled at me. “I know I’m a distant second place. She’s much prettier than me, and had a lot more requests for her services than I did. At least at first,” she grinned.
“You’re definitely first in blow-jobs. Now finish me please.”
She started toying with my cock. “In a hurry? Or would you like me to drag it out, have a little fun with you.”
“Take your time. I’m enjoying this, and I don’t believe either of us have anywhere we need to be any time soon.”
She nodded, licking my cock naughtily. “Would it be Ok to put my car in your garage? I’m parked half a block away. I didn’t want to cause any trouble for you.” A look of shame crossed her face, “Any more trouble than I already have.”
“After. I’ll probably need a little break after the first two times. We can do it then.”
Her hand pumped me slowly. “Thank you,” she said softly. She took me back in her mouth, and I had a good twenty minutes of the best blow-job of my life. I could see why people would pay for it. She could take me right to the edge, and back off, making me ache, almost begging. She had no issues with deep-throating me regularly. Her cheating little tongue was devilish, teasing me, licking, bathing my balls, caressing my taint.
She looked up at me after my latest groan, her eyes sparkling. I saw a little moistness there, whether it was for her situation or for the throat fucking, I had no idea. I could see she was done playing, and she became aggressive, stroking me firmly, pounding my cock down her throat, sucking voraciously.
I didn’t warn her, I let my cock explode between her lips, doing my best to drown her. I moaned as she sucked me dry, her cheeks hollowing, her tongue gently working me over.
Leaning back, I lifted her head up to look at her. “Damn, Gail, you really are amazing. Ron’s a lucky guy.”