Chapter 238: Chapter 237 - 5 - Consumer Confidence

I sent Mark my usual 'Incident Report' afterwards. Meaning, I send him an email letting him know I'm okay. In this business, there is an element of risk, you know. He said he would call me the next day, Sunday.

I drove home from the hotel $800 richer. Those were some nice people! Shelby said they were coming back in a couple months if I was available. We said we'd talk so that we could coordinate our schedules to avoid the 'Red Flag of Doom'. Nobody wants to play with pussÆ´ when the red flag is flying!

Mark called about eleven in the morning.

"Hey sweetie! Good times yesterday, it seems?"

"Oh my God Mark! It was incredible! I drove this chick wild, and fuċkėd her husband, and... hey! What are you doing talking to me on a Sunday? Where's the family?"

"They're out doing some girl time. Shopping for shoes or some shit. Hey, I wanted to ask you something?"

"What is it Mark?"

"I would like to, um... to make another appointment with you, if you wouldn't mind."

It's funny how he gets shy sometimes. I mean, we nearly fuċkėd once and he still is nervous about asking me for an appointment?

"Shit yeah, Mark! I've been wondering why you haven't been back to visit me. It will be 'on the house', of course!"

"No honey, I'll pay. I don't want to take advantage of you."

I smiled to myself. This guy turned my life around. Well, he also turned me into somewhat of a whore, but it was voluntary! He's not going to pay, ever.

"Whatever, hon. When did you want to come by?"

"I was thinking, uh, like now?"

Oh shit! Now? Christ, this place is a mess! I've got laundry running, the dishwasher is on, I'm sweaty...

"How about in an hour? So I can freshen up a bit?"

Mark accepted, and I went into hyperdrive and covered up the crap and took a quick shower.

I told Mark to text me when he was ten minutes away, which he did. I told him to walk inside my apartment, it would be unlocked.

He strolled in promptly, I called to him from the bedroom.

"Hey Patience! How are you-- Holy Shit!"

I laid in bed, nȧkėd, propped up on some pillows. My left hand held a brėȧst to my mouth, and my right hand pumped my wet ċunt furiously. I hoped he would appreciate my display of ŀust for him. And I did, I did ŀust for him.

"I couldn't wait, baby." I panted, releasing my brėȧst. "Come fuċk me Mark. Fuck the shit out of me."

Mark undressed in a frenzy, struggling to take off his clothes while also watching me as I licked my dripping fingers, then turned on my side and finger fuċkėd my pussƴ and my ȧsshole. He stopped getting undressed for a moment and just stared as my two fingers went in and out of each hole.

Finally, Mark got fully nȧkėd. He jumped on the bed, plopped down on his knees beside me, and shoved his ċȯċk in my mouth.

I struggled to accept his engorged member, it seemed bigger than before! Holding my breath, I deep-throated him best I could. Eventually, I had to come up for air. I gripped the base of his ċȯċk and suċkėd the rest of him. I tasted the salty pre-cum in my tongue. It excited me greatly to know that soon I would be getting some real ċum of his!

I suċkėd him for several minutes. I was torn between wanting to satisfy him orally and wanting to get fuċkėd hard. Mark decided for me. He rolled me onto my back and I raised my legs up into the air.

"Fuck me, please, Mark. I'm here for you, I want you so badly..."

He settled in between my legs and his ċȯċk just glided into my sopping wet ċunt. He thrusted hard and sank it to the hilt. He kissed me frantically as he lay on top of me for a few moments.

Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "Oh shit, I forgot to pay you." And he started to get up. I grabbed his ȧss and pulled him back into me.

"Start fuċkɨnġ me, goofball!" He laughed and resumed his work.

Lifting himself up on his elbows, he fuċkėd me long and deep, then went into pile-driver mode and slammed his pelvis into me. His rhythmic pounding of my pussƴ and ċŀɨtȯrɨs brought me to the edge quickly. I'm glad I warmed up ahead of time, because I could feel he was very close, too.

Mark's ċȯċk flexed and he drove in extra hard, ejaculating that hot, hot fuċkɨnġ spėrm inside me. My ȯrġȧsm hit me hard as Mark collapsed on top of me. He still fuċkėd me gently, emptying his ċum. Those little strokes sent jagged sparks throughout my body, like a live electrical wire sparking after a storm.

Mark rose up and kissed me softly. We made out for a couple minutes just like that. Eventually, he rolled off to the side.

"I'm a little disappointed," He said.

I rose up on my elbow and gave him the most evil look I could. And I may have ċȯċked my arm back, ready to smack him.

"We've already fuċkėd and ȯrġȧsmed, and I haven't even gotten to suck your tɨts yet!"

"You ȧsshole!" I giggled. He's even more of a smart-ass than I am. I rolled on top of him and smothered him in titflesh. He started tapping my thɨġhs, I guess he couldn't breathe. Serves him right for teasing me like that! But I rose up and let him inhale.

"Phew!" He exclaimed. "Thanks. I never thought I could have too much tit, but there it was!"

I lowered myself onto him again, a little more gently this time. He licked, and suċkėd, and molested both of my tɨts. My nɨppŀės started sending sparks to my pussƴ, I asked him to touch me.

Instinctively, he thrust two fingers up inside my dripping ċunt. Dripping with his ċum and mine. He curled his fingers and started rubbing on my G-spot. Fucking hell... here I ċum again...

... his ċum and my ċum dripped onto his lower pelvis as my pussƴ spasmed and clenched of its own accord. I slumped down on top of him and slowly regained my composure. I licked my way down to his ċhėst, down to his navel, down further. I dragged my tongue through our ċum mixture, and ŀȧpped it all up like a kitten.

I cleaned his ċȯċk of our juices.

"Come kiss me again," he asked.

I gave him my best sėxy stare. He must know that his ċum is still on my lips, and still in my mouth a little.

Our lips joined in tender passion, then our tongues swirled around all the different flavors in our mouths. His rigid ċȯċk poked my leg, and I arranged myself a little and slid it up inside me.

We fuċkėd for another two hours. I'm proud to say I fuċkėd him dry! He came several times, and the last time not even a drop came out! His ċȯċk just trembled a bit and he collapsed in a heap. I made him a sandwich and gave him a multivitamin, he finally staggered out and went home to his wife and kid.

Do I feel bad? No way. I am removing the 'poisons' from these men's lives so they can be nice to their families and productive at work. It's not my fault the wives aren't holding up their end of the bargain!

The only struggle I have right now is trying to decide if I should quit my day-job and do this full time. I mean, I guess I can handle 2-3 men shooting their ċum on my tɨts every day!

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