1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 10


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    embarrassing wet spot, that all comes after, when the mind is functioning properly again. No thrill in that part, it’s just the price you pay.” She smiled. Strangely, her smile didn’t strike me as cold and cruel anymore, not now that I knew her a little better. “That’s probably a very honest answer, Dave – and yet, I’ve got some guys that do it two or three times a week. Talk about the price they pay – I’m sure that gets expensive for them, for both my fee and their cleaning bill! Go figure…men! I’m sure glad you guys are so foolish and so horny though, I will say that! I make a living on it.” I laughed at her unabashed evaluation of her job, as well as her take on men in general. “I suppose that’s called entrepreneurship; you see a need in the market and design your services to fill that need. Niche marketing, if you will.” “And for forty bucks or so, I will!” I couldn’t help but laugh again, her sense of humor, openness, and enthusiasm proving very infectious; with luck, since she’d claimed to perform only lap dances and handjobs, those were the only things about her that were infectious. I’d finished my food and was sitting there holding an empty plate, fascinated by this woman but knowing that I should probably move around and mingle more, or perhaps even go find Alli. I stood up. “Well, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed talking to you, but I should probably find my wife and go try to act sociable, right?” She suddenly stepped forward and gave me an unexpected hug, and a quick kiss ...
    right on the lips, which I chalked up as being due to the rest of my face being coated in makeup. It felt like it was meant to be an innocent cheek kiss, but my cheek was unavailable. Then again, if I claimed to be unaware of the sensation of her large breasts pressing against my chest I’d be lying. “Me too, Dave. I suppose I'd better find Charlie and make sure he’s not harassing any innocent women. Hey, did you notice his tail?” “Umm, his tail? No, can’t say that I did.” She laughed. “It’s part of this whole ‘BDSM’ costume thing he cooked up; he’s got sort of a horse tail thing, but it’s really a whip – or a flogger, I guess it’s called - with about a six-inch glass dildo for a handle. He has that shoved up his ass, so he has to walk around with that all night and with the leather whippy parts like a tail, hanging out.” She laughed. “We had to cut a hole in his shorts!” “Oh, that’s just disturbing! I could have gone all night – or even the rest of my life - without knowing that!” She shook her head. “No, it’s kind of a cool whip, really; the glass handle part unscrews so you can just throw it in your dishwasher.” “Not in my dishwasher, you can’t!” She laughed, and I shook my head in amazement. “So this whole dom/sub/bondage thing you’ve got going on, that’s for real?” She shook her head again. “No, that’s just it; in reality I’m the one that enjoys a nice spanking, and he’s the one that likes to spank. I love the feel of that flogger on my ass - that’s why it’s such a great ...
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