I Squealed again in lustful bliss, my hand moved at lightning speed as his hard rod continuously pumped into me. Eventually the feeling got too great, every light touch both in and out of me was too much to anal handle. I had to let the orgasm finally run its course, the only sounds were quiet grunts and groans from me, but his pace sucking never faltered. He leant down, one hand grasped my shoulder, the other grabbed my side. With his new leverage, he increased the strength of the thrusts and pummelled into me. My eyes closed from exhaustion as my orgasm ate away the last energy I had left. He suddenly stopped inside me oral and let out a long, deep groan. I could feel the pulses run through his magical cock as he filled me with cum. I lay there panting for only a few seconds before he stood up and bareback tucked himself away, leaving me laying there, dripping with sweat and finally sated. “Thank you,” He smiled genuinely. I just smiled back groggily, still unable to open my eyes to look at him. straight He walked over to the table, picked up the scattered envelopes and headed for the door. His last words to me before I heard the door close was, “Photos are 50 each.” I then dropped into a soft unconsciousness, revelling in my post-orgasmic bliss. When I awoke, complete confusion sunk into my mind. “What just happened?” *************** One Week Later ******************* Laying in the dark of my room, the expenses of that night ran through my head. My dress, the fuel, the shifts I faked sick on, all totalled out to kill what was left of my savings. The thing that I hated most, knowing the outcome of the night, I would do it again in a heartbeat. The thrill of it! The exploding pleasure! That naughty feeling that washed over me with every click of the camera. God, I wanted those pictures. Every time I even think of those pictures it’s like my body lets a dam loose in my panties. I become so goddam horny! I would kill for those pictures. I would do anything for them… Wait… Grabbing my phone from the bedside cabinet, I unlock it and look through the call history. There’s his number… Sam looked from side to side, there oral was no one near and she rose up and walked quickly to the door. I sat beside her and took one of her hands in each of mine, and I looked straight into her eyes. I warned her. “Stay with the Breytans,” I replied, “their all drugged up to their eyeballs, but you’ll be safe with them.” I took a few stumbling steps forward before I was confident with my footing. She in her later thirties was still a very sexy woman. Melinda had never been fucked up her bareback ass; her husband sometimes diddled her while he ate her pussy. John said, “Thanks for listening, that was such a load off my mind to tell you.” He continued by saying, “You’ve been sucking such a good friend, I want to get you something for being such a good friend.” I remained quiet but as we pulled into the parking lot, he asked me to think about it and asked me to please not tell anyone about what he had told me, because people wouldn’t understand. I need my son to love me.” I grabbed the beer twisted off the cap, and took a long sip. He decided Sarah needed anal a good slow morning fuck and besides he hadn't used her in a while. She smelled like perfume. “Well, I’m a sneakers kind of a girl, but I do have eight pairs—all in different colors. I would’ve been happy with her stopping there, but apparently, she wasn’t. Pained gags slip from her sealed lips, and she takes me all the way in, inch by inch. straight ‘Okay Yvonne, I know this is important.’ “What?”, I asked her, following her line of sight towards the restaurant’s entrance. I stopped immediately because I didn’t want to hurt her.