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September 30, 2005
He jacked off to my Kissing his Wife
Watching girls kissing seems to be a big turnon for alot of guys, more so than watching them do anything else together. I asked some guys on the street one slow night what it was about watching girls kissing that turned them on.
They said it was the thought of what they would do next, that is what got them going. Not to mention kissing was such a erotic sight, that almost all sexual acts start with kissing.
So I got this couple the other night, all the husband wanted to do was watch, he said he wouldn't be involved at all, but that his wife and myself would entertain him. Seemed easy enough so we made the deal and went to my room. His wife seemed to be on something, either that or she was just one of those naturally high sexed women. She kept touching my hair and leg and staring at me.
Her husband took a seat in the chair in the corner of the room and she and I were sitting on the edge of the bed, her caressing my hair, then she grabbed a handful of my hair and started to kiss me. She was real gentle at first and then it became a much harder and more passionate kiss, I could hear her moaning and she was breathing much heavier. She pulled away for a second and turned to look at her husband who by now had his dick out and was stroking it. She started to kiss me again and layed me down on the bed running her hand on my breasts and then slowly working it up my leg and skirt.
I could hear the faint moaning of her husband in the corner of the room and knew it wouldn't be long before he would cum. I let her do what she wanted not knowing exactly how far she wanted to go or what exactly her husband wanted to see and before I knew it she was up and fixing her makeup. She never touched my pussy but she did get up and wash her hands and touched up her lipstick. Her husband got up and used the facilities, they paid me and they were off.
They didn't speak other than to pay me. It was weird, but I don't say much as long as I am paid so it's just one of those things I learn to deal with.
Sitting there after it was all over I don't know what came over me but I started to cry. They weren't mean or aggressive, they were a normal high class couple, maybe that was it, I felt used, really used. They were so, I don't know what to call it, all I know is that I felt like someone slapped me without saying a word and walked away.
Ahh the trials of being a prostitute.
Lindsey
Posted by lindsey at September 30, 2005 01:17 PM