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I turned around, facing away - a good laptop position - and sat on his legs. Fortunately, the bouncer had stepped away. "Take it out for me," and I felt him working the zipper and the waistband of his jockeys. When I was sure nobody was looking, I reached between my legs pulled my thong aside and pulled his cock into position. If felt great sliding in - you get kinda tired of almost getting there all night even if you do appreciate the limits - but the limits were out the window this time. I continued the lap dance motions with him inside me for a couple of songs until we were both moaning quietly and I could tell he was cumming. When he finally popped out, I adjusted the thong and turned around. The condom was full. I slid it off, tied a knot, slid it into my purse wrapped in a kleenex and helped him zip up. I bought a burner phone and the next time he came in I gave him my number. "Let me know if you, you know, want to get together somewhere else." A couple weeks later there was a text; his wife was away and could I come over. I dressed real sexy but wore a long overcoat so I wouldn't be too obvious as I walked into his apartment building and up the cumshot stairs. A couple feet inside the door we started kissing passionately - we'd never really kissed at the club - and simultaneously undressed each other, leaving a pile of clothes right there. He had his hand in my pussy and I was rubbing his cock as our four-legged monster waddled over to the sofa. He pushed me down on the seat and knelt. "I want to eat you." I wasn't sure that was a good idea but i let him, and soon my orgasm came. I was getting crazy, i know, but I muttered, "You can fuck me bare this time," and he did! I'd swear a whole lot more came out of him than in that condom, because when I traded places with him and knelt to give him a restoration BJ, a big glob ran down my leg. We fucked 3 times before I went home - the last time I needed help from KY - and he handed me $300 without my even having set a price. We continued meeting in more private locations, and I will say, he knew how to please a girl. He always made sure I came. Eventually, I admitted to myself that I was a whore, though I still considered this relationship more personal. The other big spenders were not personal at all, just business and always with condoms. And I guess that's why I stopped working at the club after a year; it was harder and harder to respect myself. I kept seeing Pete for a few more months but wouldn't accept money anymore. It all ended when I needed to transfer to a state school for money reasons. That was a good thing cause I met my future husband there, and there were things he didn't need to know about me. May jumped onto her bed as soon as she entered her bedroom, tired as can be. She had just worked her 3rd overnight shift and was starting to regret her work availability. She took out her high bun, locks of her dark brown curls fell around her tan face. She had graduated from high school in amateur the beginning of June, and spent most of her summer working, hanging out with friends, and shopping for supplies for her freshman year at Arizona State. May was excited to move out of her small town and finally face the real-world head on – as well as play a shit ton of volleyball! May decided Hardcore to scroll through her Instagram feed before taking a nice nap – she didn’t have to work again until tomorrow afternoon – but all of the posts were of the same blonde bane of her existence, @alexis.cartwell. Alexis Cartwell was your stereotypical queen bee; popular, bitchy, and selfish, threesome and she had been May’s rival since middle school. She wasn’t sure why, but she hated Alexis with a passion. The two had a silent competition to become valedictorian – only for it to be neither of them – and captain of the varsity volleyball team – which went to May two years in a row. Now she couldn’t wait to never see the bitch again. Until she got a blowjob DM from her. I sat down and crossed my legs and felt fairly confident I was covered up. “Go ahead, be polite,” I suggested. The girls in our classes at school amateur were always pestering me about him. I was not about to ask for sex, but her body language suggested she didn’t want to leave. I certainly needed the sweat washing off me and I guessed that Kate did too. My tits heaved in my tank top. “Oh, my gosh, Becky!” Tonya shuddered, pressing the vibrator hard against my clit. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t rape me. Hardcore I’m still a virgin.” I beg her. While Shraddha and her dad argued about her college trip, Rohit felt a foot between his legs. The pillow beneath her head was pulled away and for a moment Ehma was left confused. I can’t imagine now how we were all talked into that. She did this several times, hoping Sarah would catch on. She started humping and wiggling her ass, her hot pussy thrusting at Walter's huge cock. “Ok, I’ll send her in, do you want me to stay late or go on? “You won’t be able to watch me sleeping then.” I replied. The house was filled with the sound of teeth being brushed, every sink occupied. Every song I typed in was there. Would you teach her how to be threesome the whore she is?” The sissy obediently offered. As well as that I’ve got to blowjob wear this (I touched the chain); and he’s left me here with no clothes for the whole day. "So, earlier you said something about some previous girlfriends. I sank down keeping his cock in me but stopped moving. I was thankful that I lived alone and had no neighbors, because she was getting to the point where her moans would have been audible through the walls. Soon she cumshot was writhing about and humming and gasping. LUCILLA “Oh, my god, I was just thinking the same thing,” I moaned, staring at her mouth and cheeks soaked in my pussy juices. I did it again and wondered if I should empty my bowels this way every day. Her green eyes twinkled in delight as she loved me. She slurped on my cock, drool leaking down my shaft to her stroking hand. She said it was a little sore, but not too bad for her first time. The first "dirty little secret" that I ever shared with my live-in boyfriend, Ray (not his real name), was a real doozie! And you were the last person in that room that night that I wanted to have a baby with." Bea's long-kept "dirty little secret" is what this story is really about. June now sat down next to him on the couch. It’s a good thing Mom wasn’t up.”