The girl wasn’t surprised to hear the customer’s second order, for they are well briefed on this service job they have applied for. Denny didn’t want to wait too long whenever he would be here for relaxation so he declared his usual order to be given to him when he asks for it. It only changes when he is with some clients or with someone else to have fun here. They will have to order what they like, and he would most likely get whatever they have. But when he is alone like this, he would ask for his usual order. Denny Vero is from a well-respected family in the country. His parents are from generations of Medical practitioners and business people. His siblings are also with them. He even finished medicine to follow their family tradition, but his heart isn’t into it. He did well in his studies, and it was one of his goals to satisfy his parents with an impressive certificate. He was well praised. Being the youngest, his parents were even more proud of him, to the extent of almost pa
“F-----fuck!” Denny grunted. His head felt limp, falling backward to lean on the backrest of the couch. Denny felt all his stress of the day leave his tired body and mind as he floats in the ecstasy of her service. He didn’t have to tell her what to do. He felt like every move of hers was what his body just needed. She is new, but she knew just how to take his soul away from his tired and stressed body. The client groaned and growled his reactions to her sensual ministrations. And so, when he felt like he was soon to burst out, he asked the girl to sit on his lap. Just right above his cock, rubbing it against her still cloth-cladded pussy. The service girl obediently obliged, honestly, because she felt her legs starting to cramp kneeling for quite a while.Denny started to caress Trisha's breasts as she began to take off her clothes. Her smooth and aromatic skin added fuel to his excitement and urged him to knead her everywhere he can reach and touch. The service girl started moaning
"Baise-moi!!! [Besmwoa] (fuck me) Groaning, he cursed. "Now, come closer. Mon chéri" [Mosheri](Sweetie). He put his drinks on the table and leaned his head on the armrest of the couch, making his body lay flat on it with one of his legs up on the seat while the other was still stepping on the floor. "Sit on my face. I wanna have a taste of that sweet-looking pussy," the man ordered, grunting in extreme arousal. A command Trisha was not sure how to obey. She has never heard those commands in her training. They were trained to please the client, not the receiving end of pleasure. But in fear that her client would be displeased, she did as commanded, reluctantly. But her qualms faded when she felt his warm tongue fervently devouring her aching core. He teased, licked, and sucked everywhere his mouth and lips could reach, even to her butthole. She could feel the intense fervor of his enthusiasm eating her out that she could not help not to make erotic sounds of pleasure. "Ahhhh, ummmm.
“Please what, babe, tell me. Hmmm...?" Denny groaned in between slams of his hips on Trisha. "What do you want, huh?” With all the simulations and teasings they have had, Denny was lost in lust and he now wanted to please her more than anything. He teased the girl more with his slowed thrust. Denny intentionally slid his cock out to rub on her engorged clit, making Trisha jump in ecstasy. It was as if a live wire was touching her with a bearable voltage. It makes her clench, and Denny would stab his shaft back inside her dripping, cock-hungry, and pulsating tight pussy."Tu veux ma bite?"[Chu vu ma bit?] / (You want my cock?) "Plus Rapide?" [Pluyou hwapid] (Faster?)"Ahhh, fffffuck! Yes! Fuck!" Trisha couldn't keep cursing as there were no accurate words to express how she was feeling right now with her client's every teasing move. She couldn't describe it, but his words sound even more seductive to her. Trisha doesn't even have a clue of what on earth her client was talking about, bu
My name is Lucy.A child born out of stupid horny irresponsible man and woman who I never got to know in my struggling 17 years of existence which is up to present. They left me in front of a chapel in a suburb where an elderly nun took me in, gave me for adoption, and now my adoptive parents divorced. None of them wanted to keep me, so I left home. If you can even call their house and family home, they always fight ever since I can remember. The man, my adoptive father, works away from home as a Mine Site Researcher. His job brings him to different places almost all year round. His wife is a businesswoman but a struggling alcoholic. They thought having a child conceived or adopted would change her, but it didn’t. She got more addicted, and it left the husband no choice but to divorce her.I have learned how to survive on my own even though people thought I have a family to raise me. At the young age of thirteen, I have already experienced earning a few bucks. The job was not
“Let’s get started!” I grinned at him. As if what I was going to do was just the usual. Well, for me, it was just another way to add my earnings. I may not be a professional, but I have my own work ethic. I am paid, so I will do my part to serve as expected, not just as required. It is what keeps me being called again and again by my usual clients. Then I remembered something making me stop on my spot. He noticed my actions and stopped, too.“What is it?”Startled as I halted. He walked around to face me and worriedly asked.“I don’t think I know how to do it? I just heard of it from the kids around school and the community, but I have never seen or heard how it is done.” I didn’t know if I should keep the hundred or hand it back to him. I want the money, but I can’t do the job, crazy, right? ‘Grrrrhhhh!’ Inwardly groaning, I closed my eyes and gave him back the hundred.“I can tell you how t
Mr. Benson was struggling to keep his hands behind his head, that he begs me to keep going."Fuck! Fuck! Ffffffucccccck!"He kept cursing. I didn't understand why he would curse so much. I glared at him, but he had his eyes closed that he did not see me giving him a black look. I kept going. "Just like that, baby...Ahhhh." Mister Benson must have thought I was his wife that he even call me baby."Don't stop, don't stop..." He begged, hands almost extending to reach out to me just to pull them back again, clenching his fist. Then pulling his hair. Grabbing the sheet. He must have done everything to keep his hands busy and never touch me."Fuck!!!! Baby... Please, Lucy, honey, make me cum….” His hips were starting to bounce at me, at my face in a faster speed and motion. His butt almost elevated from the bed. Only his hands were leaning to support his body weight. It must have also been one of his ways to have control of his hands, keeping himself away
“Are you sure?” I narrowed my eyes at him. I have known him for quite a while now, so I am feeling more comfortable and trusting towards him already. Anyways, he also knows never to offend me. I am not someone to push around, and he knew that too well. Being someone who always felt abandoned, I have learned to love myself. I no longer allow people or even situations to manipulate me in any way. Hell! I might as well kill myself if I don't have that self-worth anymore. And Mister Benson is aware of all of my thoughts. There are times when we also talk about serious matters, not always about jerking him off. Like, what do I look forward to? What keeps me going despite all my difficulties. And sometimes, I am also glad he is around to talk to. He is a sensible man. Aside from being rich, he is wise and, not to forget, devilishly handsome. Mister Benson is actually a businessman, he said. He is a corporate raider. He even asked me to be one of his clerk staff when I turn of