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One Trick Penny – Chapter 8

Date: 3/30/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KrystalClear, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

allowed myself to ingrain a poor body image into my psyche. Right then, I felt really sexy as I displayed my attributes over the web. “No, I go with a friend. Her name’s Quinn. We both get naked…together. She puts the sunblock on my back. And my ass. And my legs. She’s very good at it.” “DAMN!!!!!!!” I was getting into teasing him. I could just picture him tightly holding the phone, parked on the side of the road and not able to do a fucking thing about it. “She’s teaching me lots of things.” It took him some time to type back. I’m sure he was making lots of typos. “Such as???” I turned my back to him once more, bent over to provide a nice view of my ass and VJ from the rear. “How do you think I found out about the parking garage? Quinn told me.” His hands were obviously trembling. Dave typed back, “How do Q Kno?” I turned to facing the camera. I rubbed my breasts again, but this time ran my hand over my belly and continued on to my cootch; which was wet and begging for action. I inserted a finger and then added another. “She works as a hooker. She’s teaching me about how she applies her trade. She’s been very helpful.” “SHIT! Blu balls. Bad. Got to drive to motel. Relieve. Keep talking.” I didn’t go into all the explicit details of my dealings with Quinn. I mostly related things she’d revealed about her profession. I’d come to the conclusion Dave had a fascination with working girls, and that is the main reason I agreed to play the role of one. Better he paid me for ... illicit sex, than pay a real hooker. For the next half hour, at $2.95 a minute, I told him stories she’d related to me. Since he was driving my car, I hoped he could keep it on the road. I could tell he’d reached the motel, when he logged off and then back on a couple minutes later, on the laptop I had there. “I’ve never been so turned on. Gotta jerkoff. Let’s JO together. How’d you meet this hooker?” I explained about the Sybian and then how I encountered her at a downtown hotel. I left out the part about her fucking a money-trick in front of me, and the part I’d played. “So hot 4 U, babe. I bet she could set U up. ;-) Just fantasizing. LOL” I hesitated momentarily, trying to evaluate what he’d just typed. I decided to take it as just him getting his rocks off. “Sure, she could, but I only need one beef-burger and that’s you, Baby.” He stopped typing and I could tell he was cuming. My own hot clit shot a magical mix of pure agony and elation through my groin. I felt so nasty. I wanted to be a complete slut as the pleasure flowed through me. It felt utterly intoxicating having sex with this unseen mark. Dave stayed online for another hour. It would have been cheaper for him to have fucked me in real life, even in my classiest persona, by my rough calculation. I wondered how much I’d get to keep from the house’s take. “I’ll be OK. I’m feeling confident with this situation now. You can sign off. I’ll meet you back at the motel, Babe.” There still was nearly two hours to go. “You may ...