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But Hon, It Was Only Sex

Date: 11/20/2014, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: kinghut, Rating: 71, Source: xHamster

fashion. There was some kissing and a whole lot of caressing. She let me lead the way in the beginning, but took over when it came to the actual act. She wanted to be on top to, control the action. It was wonderful, and when I closed my eyes, I almost felt like I was with Beth, which made me sad. Ann and I were together for almost two hours. We both knew when it was time for her to leave. She showered again, got dressed, and I walked her out to her car. We kissed, like parting lovers, and then she was gone. It was nice, but it wasn't Beth. As I walked in, I could see Beth looking out from behind the d****s. "Dan, she was nice, but it still felt like I was screwing a hooker. A gorgeous hooker, but nonetheless a hooker," I told him. "Steve let me make a call and get back to you. There is someone else I can offer, but she's an independent and calls all the shots." Thursday afternoon, he called me back. "Are you available Saturday?" he asked. "Yes. Why?" I asked. "Her name is Sandy, and she has agreed to meet with you," he told me. "She has made dinner reservations at Anthony's for 8:00, and she will meet you in the bar at 7:30 sharp." "What does she look like? How will I know her?" I asked. "As I said, Sandy does it her way. She'll be carrying a flower, and she told me to tell you that, she'll be the best looking woman there." "That's all?" I asked. "That's it. The rest is up to you. Oh, by the way. She's about $200.00 more than any of the other girls, and it's payment up ... front." "I gave Dan my Visa number, and closed the deal. What happens if I'm not satisfied?" I asked. "If Sandy doesn't do it for you, you're dead," he said with a laugh before hanging up. "Going out tonight?" Beth asked, as she looked into my room. "I need a night out, and away from the house to think," I told her. "Can we talk tomorrow?" Beth asked. "Are you going to give me the same bull shit like before?" I asked. "No," she said while looking down at the floor. "Well then, tomorrow afternoon it is. And if you'll excuse me, I have a dinner reservation that I don't want to be late for." I walked into the bar, and saw four couples and six single women all at different tables; and three of them had flowers. The blond was built like a brick shithouse and had a set of knockers that would make a grown man cry. The brunette was a bit shorter and built more like a hard-bodied athlete. Finally, the redhead was about 5'6", with shoulder length hair wearing a conservative skirt and white blouse. I walked over to the redhead. "Good evening, Sandy, I hope that I haven't kept you waiting too long," I said while holding out my hand. "What makes you think my name is Sandy?" was her only reply. "Dan said to look for the most beautiful woman in the bar, so it was pretty easy," I said still wondering if I was right. She took my hand, gave it a gentle shake, and asked what I would like to drink. "Just a glass of Crown Royal neat," would be nice. For the next three hours, this red-haired beauty ...