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ONE
I work as an escort, and you may have read about me in How I Became A Manwhore, although I wasn't such a good writer then, and couldn't do all the voices. But now it's about a year later, and I'm an escort and amateur pornographer, with money in the bank from my sex work.
Now before you get fantasies about my life I should say the escort work is not a full-time thing, and I hardly sell any books. I'm still in graduate school, but I do a few jobs a month and it helps pay the way. I have a few regulars in town, and those are my backbone, but then there's the fly-bys and one-night stands, the ones who have a good time and yet never come back. And I'm sure they have a good time, because that's been my motto ever since getting into this business: The Customer is Queen – Satisfaction Guaranteed.
On my escort page I've got all recent photos and genuine stats. I'd rather someone not make a booking than be disappointed. I want five-star reviews – and that's what I get, when I get them.
Someone will see me on the site and make a booking, and part of the 'wait and see / booking accepted or not' is me getting a little fact pack that Amy, my manager, sends over. The time, place, special requests and any information she's been able to find about the customer online.
I'm not a machine, and it works out best for both of us if we know what we're facing.
This one case was for a woman I'll call Tara. She was in town on business for a couple of days and staying at the Girodas Hotel, a place that I could fill a short book with tales of, but that's not what I'm talking about here.
No, I got that message with Tara's details and scanned them to see if I'd accept or not.
She was 42, seemed to be from Arizona but now lived in Seattle, working for a big company there, one that really wouldn't want to be mentioned in a story like this, but you know them. Anyway, I looked at the pictures that had been found online and she looked OK. I mean, I'm in my 20s, so 40-something is starting to get old for me, but it's all good. I knew I could help her relax and give her a good time. I knew she'd go back home and think about me, maybe even find a reason to come back and hook up.
I confirmed the booking for that evening, went back to writing a paper, then worked out with some kettlebells, took a shower and started to get ready about 90 minutes before the date. I smoked a joint before I went into the bathroom, got good and high and enjoyed the clean, shaving my balls and checking my nose hair and nails. She'd wanted a 'smart casual' kind of look, youthful, and I put on some nice-fitting pants, a t-shirt and sports jacket, something that could get in a nice bar while still showing off my body.
I put on some cologne, checked my bag of condoms, lube and massage lotions, then went out into the street. It was early evening and still warm, and I could walk to the hotel in 10 minutes, so I did, texting Amy to let Tara know I was on the way.
 
TWO
Now some stories have this long, slow build-up before you even get to the sex, but I always skip those parts, so let's jump ahead to me arriving at the hotel, feeling all grown up and classy, a boner in my pants. I was going to fuck Tara W~, 42, from Seattle, and I was looking forward to it.
I called from the lobby and she told me to come up, that she had a bottle open, she was ready.
I took the elevator and checked myself in the mirror. I looked good, but I wondered how long I could keep this up. It got in the way of relationships, and while that felt cool and smart – I was a grad student paid to fuck – I could see things getting complex if I met a girl I liked.
I got to the floor, found her room, and rang the bell. It opened, and there was Tara, looking slightly ***** in a business suit.
For an hour and a half I was hers – The Man with the Golden Dick.
I was all smiles, and so was she.
She pulled me in, gave a kiss, and locked the door.
"Sit down, have a ******** she said, walking towards a couch, a low table with a big ice bucket, two bottles of champagne and two glasses, along with a laptop, box of tissues, small travel bag and a Venetian mask, and I wondered if she liked to party.
"I was just chatting with someone," she said, tapping something shut on the computer and pouring me a *****, handing me the glass, "but we can do that later."
"Thanks," I said, and took a sip, enjoyed it, but then Tara told me to stand up, take my jacket off, and turn around.
"I like to see what I'm getting," she said, and reached out to touch my ass and then my abs – one of my key selling points, along with my dick ("long, thick and loving," in the words of one review).
"Mommy likes," she said, with a wicked grin that got me hard. "Now sit down and we'll get to know each other better."
 
THREE
I sat down and went back to my ***** and Tara started touching me – my legs and thighs, and then my package, and I was already hard, so she liked that, and I looked down at her hands going over my crotch and saw a wedding ring shine, and she noticed too.
She shrugged.
"I do this when I'm traveling for work. Gives me something to look forward to. Nice break from my husband, too."
She looked to see how I reacted.
I couldn't help but smile – I loved fucking married women.
"That doesn't shock you, does it? I guess a lot of your customers are..."
Her voice trailed off.
"It's OK," I said, freshening up both our glasses and feeling the wine hit my face. "I provide a service. Discretion is my thing. Satisfaction guaranteed."
I never knew exactly what to say, was always more comfortable making love or fucking, and I watched and wondered what she liked.
Tara stood up and took her jacket off, started undoing her blouse, and I could see she had a good figure, liked being in control.
"So you'll do whatever I want, within reason, and keep quiet about it?"
"Of course," I said. "Just tell me what you want. It's best for both of us."
She finished her glass and refilled it, trying to get *****, and I liked that, because I knew the nervous ones were often the easiest to get off and the most grateful in bed. They just needed permission to feel good, and if spending money on sex made them feel bad then maybe they just needed a little something to open up, to get exactly what they wanted.
And I thought I knew what Tara wanted – erotic massage, kisses, hugs, me going down on her, some penetration, an orgasm or two together, then maybe another quickie in the shower, before or after we finished off the wine watching cable and cuddling.
"Let me get undressed," she said, "then we can talk."
"Want any help?"
"Thanks for the offer, kid, but I've got a few things I need to put on. You have a ***** and relax, take your clothes off. Watch some porn on the computer. Play some music. Get yourself in the mood."
She took that travel bag from the table and walked to the bathroom, pausing at the door.
"Don't worry – I'm going to make you work for your money."

FOUR
I took off my shoes and pants, keeping my tight shorts and T-shirt on.
People like to unwrap their own gifts, and I wanted to give Tara something to imagine before she got the full experience.
I drank more champagne and thought about whether or not to watch some porn, but since I had no idea what she was into or what she was planning I decided to let that be. No point in opening up some MFM when she wanted FFM, or vice versa. She was into the computer, that I knew, and there was probably something she wanted to show me, but I just wanted some music, so I put on a radio and enjoyed the feeling of being an independent businessman, good at his job, about to make some money.
A few minutes later Tara came out of the bathroom in a corset that pushed her tits up, stockings, suspenders and heels – always a good choice for the older woman, and I was glad she'd made the effort, planned ahead, was into it.
Clients who expect you to do all the work are the worst.
"Want to party?" she said, holding up what looked like a vaporizer pen.
But this kind of client was the best.
I took a hit, exhaled, and then we hugged and kissed as the rush overwhelmed me.
XXX-Fly – The Weed That Killed Hugh Hefner.
She knew what she was doing, and I felt a new respect along with a strong desire to start fucking.
I was going to make her wet the bed.
Tara pushed me away and lifted my T-shirt up, and I pulled it over my head and felt her hands over my abs and then on my cock through my shorts.
I was high as fuck, and she owned me.
"Let's go to the couch," she said, "we'll have another *****. I'll suck your cock a little, then I'll tell you what I want."
I took off my shorts when we got to the couch and sat down naked. Tara was immediately on my cock with both hands, coo-ing over the size of it, the hardness, and way it pointed straight up and looked, as she said, "magnificent."
I ought to start selling postcards.
"Oh, kid, if you only knew how beautiful your dick is," she bent down and kissed it, and I smiled. I was getting head right from the start, and Tara didn't just lick it, she loved it.
I hadn't had such a good blowjob in a long time, professional or private, and it really seemed like all she wanted to do was suck me off, and I started to worry that I'd cum too soon, make a mess, and fuck things up for the rest of the session.
"I'm sorry," I said, "I'm a professional, but I, I –"
Tara took her mouth off my cock and gripped the shaft until I calmed down and didn't cum, watching me the whole time, my face shaking as I almost lost control. When I was done and there was just a little precum leaking from my dick she let go and kissed me, then pulled back and looked a little nervous.
"Can I tell you what I want now?"
"Sure," I said, "I'm all dick."
 
FIVE
"I want to suck your cock until you cum all over my face."
"You don't want a massage, you don't want me to go down on you?"
"Trust me," she said, "I know what I like."
"OK. Anything else?"
"Well, I like the Internet, for one thing. That's my business, in fact, and you know where I was when I ordered you? I was in a meeting, and I got a message from my husband, and I looked at his old face pop up and I thought: why not treat yourself, you know? So I did, and here you are."
"Yeah," I said, "like magic."
"Isn't it? But let me tell you what's real magic, if you'll indulge me."
I nodded, high as a kite.
She pointed to her laptop, but not the screen, the camera.
"You see that? We can use that to make money."
I felt my stomach shift, the situation changing.
"Like a camwhore kind of deal?"
"Camgirl, yes. I have a following, can you believe it?"
"Sure," I said, "you're a good-looking woman. I'd watch."
"Thanks, but that's not what makes me popular. At least, not that alone."
"What is it?"
"It's my little extras. Like you."
She picked up that mask from the table.
Everything came together.
"Let me suck your cock on camera."
Fuck.
I needed new experiences.
I needed to get out of my comfort zone.
I'd already booked a long weekend in Vegas, but could always do with more money to spend.
"Tell me more about it," I said, "and then I'll say yes."
 
SIX
"I've got a fan," she said, "and he's rich, but very particular. Wants the same thing every week."
"What's that?"
"See me suck a big cock and watch it cum."
"He pays for this?"
"Enough to cover my expenses. Enough to cover you."
I looked skeptical.
"Look, you can go, if you want, and we'll cancel the date, or you can stay here and I'll suck your cock. Give you an extra hour, cash. That's a nice start to the evening, kid. Be a good idea to take it."
She ran her fingers all over my balls and I shivered.
"And I'm good at this, right?"
I nodded.
"What if he records it?"
She handed me the mask and raised an eyebrow.
"Come on, it'll be fun, and like you said – the customer is queen."
"Sure," I said, putting the mask on, "satisfaction guaranteed."
 

SEVEN
She tapped away at the keyboard. The music stopped and a video popped up, so we could see ourselves onscreen.
It was then I realized that she'd moved some of the lights in the room, set things up so the camera saw the whole of the couch.
The only thing she was fucking around on was her husband.
"Don't worry – I haven't started streaming yet, and he can't see anything until then. When it starts we'll get his audio, only that, and we can cut it on and off – he tends to get a little crazy – but he'll always be there, watching."
She checked the time.
"We should get started. I told him you were on the way when you called from the lobby, and he's been waiting ever since."
"Is that OK?"
"It's great," she said, "he'll be furious. Makes him happier when he sees me getting fucked. Now when I press this it means we go live, so don't break character and just follow my lead. I've done this before, don't worry."
"What's my character?"
"You're the stunt cock, kid, young, dumb and full of cum. Just stay hard and do what you're told."
She kissed me, and then looked worried.
"Look, I like you, Matt. You're a good one, I can tell. Can I be honest with you?"
I was naked bar a mask and stoned to the gills.
"You can be honest," I said.
I relied on it.
I had nothing else to go on but paranoia and desire.
"This isn't just some rich guy online. He's my husband."
 
EIGHT
"I spend a lot of time on the road, and he wants to see me have fun. I'm a loving wife, and he's a good man. This is what we like."
It was then I realized I was too high to deal with this, and whatever I did on my own initiative was liable to be misinterpreted or misguided, so I surrendered to the moment and all of her desires.
"Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it."
"He likes it if I put on a show, so if I go a little crazy, go along with that. Sometimes he likes the guy to treat me rough, sometimes he likes to be humiliated."
"What do you like?"
"I like to fuck and stay in control, even when I'm losing it, so if I tap out or say the safe word we stop the scene. This is a marriage, you understand?"
"I get it. What's the safe word?"
"Fuck my ass."
"Nice," I said, "mine's I want to get high."
She smiled and kissed me.
"I like your style. You ready?"
"Yeah," I said, straightening the mask so it sat right, "let's go to work."
She kissed me again, one hand on my cock and the other on my naked ass.
"Thanks, you'll enjoy it, and be careful with the cum."
"What do you mean?"
"I want it all over my face."
 
NINE
Tara made some last adjustments to her outfit, finished her champagne.
"Oral only on camera, OK? He just wants to see me suck your cock and then you give me a facial. Think you can do that?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Great, then after that, when I've said goodbye, I'll get you to fuck me. You can do that, right? Cum and stay hard, maybe cum again?"
"Sure," I said, "you really turn me on."
She rolled her eyes and shook her head, but seemed very happy.
"OK – you get off camera and I'll introduce us."
"Sure," I said, walking so I was behind the computer, holding that vaporizer pen and taking another hit. "Just let me know when you want me."
"Don't worry, kid, you'll know."
She pressed a button, and the speakers came to life with some ambient noise from wherever her husband was sitting.
"Hi, Frank," Tara said, "hope I didn't keep you waiting."
"You got someone there?"
"Yes, and he's lovely."
"Got a big cock?"
"Of course, dear. You know me."
"Yep. That I do."
I heard a lighter spin and the guy inhale, hold it, exhale.
He sounded pretty excited.
"OK. Bring out the gimp, Tara, show me what you got."
She looked up and beckoned me over with a finger and smile.
"Showtime, kid. Time to rock out with your cock out."
I walked in front of the camera and stopped just to the side of her. She was sitting down and my dick was level with her face.
I waved at the camera and saw myself onscreen.
Buck naked, with an erection and a black Venetian mask.
It was a strong look, but it worked, and a big part of that was the bottle blonde MILF with her hands on my dick and her hot breath up and down the shaft.
I heard the husband hit a lighter again, burn something, inhale and cough.
"Hey, kid, can you hear me behind that mask?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sir?"
He laughed.
"You fucking idiot. All cock and no head, eh? No wonder you're a whore. Well, no matter, my wife seems to like you, the fucking slu–"
Tara hit the mute button.
"I can't hear you, Frank, and I can't see you or your little dick, thank god, and you know what they say about out of sight out of mind?"
She turned the sound back on again.
"–king cunt and your fucking toy boy and –"
She turned the sound off.
"Doesn't that piss him off?" I said.
She shrugged.
"I think he likes it."
She turned the sound on and off again a few times.
All that came from the speakers was an angry mumbling and the sound of things being moved.
Frank sounded really fucked up, and I felt a wave of paranoia, the weed hitting me hard.
Maybe this guy wasn't that far away but only in the next room, waiting for something to happen, or his wife to give the word, before coming in and doing something fierce and unexpected.
"OK, Frank," Tara said, "time to take the rest of your medicine, I'm going to start sucking his cock now."
I was naked and on camera.
What the fuck had I gotten into?
 

TEN
Tara held my cock so that it was straight up, looking long and hard for the camera. I was glad I trimmed the bush for the extra inch it gave me. I was glad I was a good-looking guy.
"This is a nice cock, Frank. I don't think I've seen a better one all year."
It was October, so I felt really special, and put a hand on this hot wife's head and stroked her hair, kept it out of her eyes and off her face, so her husband could get a good view of my dick in her mouth, the pink of her tongue poking out underneath.
She was really whoring it out for him, and I liked it, and I wondered how many other manwhores she'd blown, and how many in front of her husband.
She worked on the shaft but didn't neglect the balls, taking them in her mouth, going over them with the flat of her tongue, then the tip.
"Feels like you got a lot of cum in these," she said.
"Yeah," I said, playing along. "I haven't cum in days."
She smiled.
I was lying, but it felt good, and when Tara opened her lips I moved my hips forward, easing my cock in as I held the back of her head with both hands. I then began to thrust in and out of her mouth, fucking her face, and she reached up and held my ass, and made me fuck her harder.
She was up for this, and so was I.
She took a hand off my dick and turned the speaker back on.
"You OK there, Frank?"
"Yep, you betcha. Now kid, why don't fuck that smile off my wife's face and I'll personally pay you an extra –"
Tara hit mute.
"Stop showing off, Frank. I've got your credit cards, and I'll pay him whatever I want."
She looked up at me, drool already hanging from my dick to her tits.
"Want to go shopping, kid? Go and buy some toys?"
"Sure," I said, "let's hit a weed store and then I'll fuck you in the ass."
"Got any friends?"
"Plenty, and they all love ladies like you."
"You hear that, hon? Maybe I'll have a gangbang later, offline, and I won't even tell you about it. How'd you like that?"
She turned on the speakers.
"Shut up, Tara, and show me his dick in your mouth."
She put my cock between her lips and pushed herself forward, then to the side, so her cheek was bulging out, then she waved at the camera.
"That's it," her husband said, "now rub that dick on your face. My god, I'll fuck you when you get back, I'll fuck that guy right out of your head!"
 
ELEVEN
Tara did what her husband told her to do and then some, both hands on my cock and balls and her mouth working tongue and lips to make me happy. I didn't even have to take control, because she used me like a toy, and I worried for a moment that I'd cum too soon, but then I remembered this was the big idea, to drop a hot load on her face while her husband watched and jerked off.
She must have felt me tense up, because when I looked down and saw her worshipping my dick she gave me the thumbs up and a weak smile, lips twisted around my fat cock.
I turned to face the camera with a big smile and put a thumb up too.
The Manwhore Seal of Approval.
"Your wife's real pretty, Frank, I may have to cum on her face."
Tara took her mouth off my dick, wiped her lips and shook her head, started getting off the couch.
"Uh-uh, kid, not before you've fucked me, I'm not going to waste this opportunity."
"But you said –"
"I said a lot of things, but this is for real now. I want you to fuck me in front of him. I want you to make me cum. The customer is queen, remember? Satisfaction guaranteed."
"Yes, ma'am," I said, while she gave me an angry handjob, and I wondered if she was about to start making wild demands beyond having stoned sex on camera, for her husband.
I learned long ago the best approach with any client who got weird was to distract her with my golden dick, make her cum, take the money and run.
"I'm going to fuck you hard," I said, "just the way you like it."
Tara leaned over and held her finger over the mute button, ready to turn the sound back on.
"You hear that, hon? This manwhore here's going to stick his big, dirty cock in your loving wife. How you feel about that, pencil dick?"
She turned the sound on, but all we heard was someone lighting a pipe and inhaling, over and over again.
"Typical," she said, "his wife's about to get fucked and all can think about is ********
I want to get high too, I thought, and I saw that vaporizer pen on the couch. I picked it up while Tara was moving to the next position.
I took a massive hit and held it until I saw stars and my knees buckled.
When I opened my eyes Tara was on all fours, her stomach resting on an ottoman, looking into the camera, ass up and facing me.
"Come on, kid," she said, "time to do some whoring."
I looked down at Tara's ass, and it was nice – no doubt bigger than 20 years ago, but she'd kept it firm and in shape, good and round, especially when bent over and framed with a corset and stockings.
I took a deep breath and lined the fat head of my dick up against her pussy and waited for her to ask for it.
She turned the sound back on, and all we heard was muttering and the sound of lighter being struck, then a long inhale and a cough, followed by gasps for air and heavy breathing, something falling over and breaking.
"Think you're fucked up enough, hon?"
She turned the sound off and looked back at me, a hand on her ass.
"Now why don't you show Mr. Limp Dick here how a normal man does it."
 
TWELVE
I slipped my cock in and she was so wet and ready the whole length went deep, but with my size it was still a close fit, and as I was nailing Tara she kept looking into the camera, so I could see her on screen looking at herself like she was looking back at me, eyes wide and really getting into it, her husband seeing the same thing.
She got more excited and turned the sound back on, just listened as he rambled and ranted.
I tried to ignore it, but the guy's voice was distracting, and I didn't like the orders, didn't like the way he kept pushing Tara to get fucked in the ass.
"Hey, can you be quiet? I'm working here."
"What the – that's my wife you're fucking, kid, I think I ought to be able to have an opinion, especially since –"
I took my dick out, took a step toward the computer and tapped the mute button.
Tara turned her head to see what was happening and was confronted with my pussy wet cock, which she looked at for second and then got hold of, directed toward her mouth, and began cleaning up with her tongue.
"Is that OK?" I said.
She took her mouth off my dick just long enough for me to want to fuck her again.
"Let him suffer. He enjoys it."
"Can we turn off the camera?"
"Uh-uh, don't push your luck. You've got a part to play here, and I want that part in my cunt."
I moved back and started fucking Tara again, and this time I wasn't going to stop until she came.
 

THIRTEEN
I fucked her good, like a real pro, moving around and learning what worked, and pretty soon she was making all the right noises, and all I had to do was just keep working her up, nursing that feeling, until she was ready to go over the edge.
"Uh, oh god, Frank, I wish you could be here and see it for real," she said, "I got this guy, and he's really, really good. Let me just take you off mute for a second, OK? I want to hear you having fun."
She tapped the keyboard and the speaker came on.
"-king whore, I ought to fuck your –"
She tapped again.
"Sorry, got to go back to fucking now."
I laughed, hanging out the back of this guy's wife, cool with the knowledge I could make her cum whenever I wanted, and that I was getting paid extra for something that was actually fun – my first time performing for the camera.
"Jesus, Frank," I said, "your wife's a riot."
I was holding on to Tara and pumping in and out with all my vigor, careful to aim the head so that it and the shaft rubbed up against what I think is the g-spot. I circled that area and paid attention, listened for the feedback that'd let me know I'd hit gold, and then kept going.
I looked at Tara's face onscreen and her eyes were shut and she was lost in the sex. I felt her tighten around my cock and knew that she was getting there, and I kept fucking until I felt her break.
She gasped and her hands made fists and then stretched out and her fingers wriggled. I was getting to her now, she would cum, and I held onto to Tara's hips and took it home, giving it to her really hard and fast all through the orgasm, and she made it last, right up until I had to stop and check my heart, which was beating like a fucked clock.
I held onto to Tara while she kept bucking, and when she noticed I'd stopped moving she turned and got her breath back.
"You ready to cum, kid?"
"Yeah," I said, panting and dripping with sweat, "where do you want it?"
She turned to look at the camera.
"All over my cheating wife face."
She turned back to me as she got on knees and waited for my jizz.
"And really make a mess, kid, show him what a whore I am."
I held my dick at the right angle and timed things well, getting shot after shot of hot jizz on Tara's face, enough so she had to keep her eyes shut and just take it, keeping her head still to make a good target, her mouth closed so none of it was lost down her throat.
When I was done yelling she wiped some cum from her eyes and opened them, blinking, then turned to the camera and waved at her husband.
"Hey Frank, have I got something on my face?"
 
FOURTEEN
Tara dragged some of the jizz into her mouth, and grabbed my cock and started blowing me again, pulling it in with her hands on my ass until I was right the way down her cum-coated throat.
When she leaned back my cock slid out covered in slobber and jizz. She lifted up my dick and let the mess drool back down into her mouth, worked her way up with a tongue and then began bobbing her head up and down, taking me at least halfway in each time, and playing with my balls.
She looked up at me with the end of my cock in her mouth, gargling cum like a slut.
She took her mouth off my dick, let my jizz leak out onto her tits, then licked her lips and smacked them.
She scooped up cum and held her fingers up high and let it hang down.
"Oh baby," she said to the camera, "look at all this mess."
She put her fingers over her mouth, stuck out her tongue and cleaned them off, then licked her hands, cleaned up her tits and swallowed more.
I turned the speaker on and it sounded like her husband was sobbing.
"That's enough," Tara said, turning the sound off and suddenly back in another character, maybe all regretful now the deed had been done. "Now why don't you go and clean yourself up in the bathroom? I'll see you when I'm done with Frank here."
 
FIFTEEN
I poured myself a glass of champagne and took it to the bathroom, could hear Tara talking to her husband in a low voice, but she soon brightened and became chatty, and then it sounded like they were laughing.
I took off that mask and got in the shower and ran hot water over my body while ********, feeling like a rock star.
When I came out and grabbed a towel Tara was there at the sink, washing my cum off her face and tits.
"He's OK?"
"Yep," she said, "but thanks for asking. He just got a little emotional. This is the first time we've done this, and he's rather overwhelmed."
"What?"
"That's right, kid. We had no idea what we were doing, really, and no idea what would happen. Thanks for playing along. You did good, and my husband and I are really surprised how much fun it was, how easy. Delighted, rather, relieved."
"So what now?"
"Well, that was all nice," she said, putting a hand on my softening dick, "but that was kind of for him, more than me, so just let me clean up and I'll see you in bed."
She went back to checking her hair for cum and I left the bathroom and got in bed, warmed it up a little, got myself hard.
A few minutes later she came out, but this time with no corset or stockings, just naked, like me.
"How much time I got left?" she said.
"As long as you need, Tara," I said, "now come here and hold me."
 

SIXTEEN
She came to bed and we made love, as best I could, and I was on top and working my hips, moving against her mound and clit, cock deep inside. She held me, and it felt good, her hands over my back and down to my ass.
We kept kissing, breaking off sometimes to look at each other and wonder: who are you are and how did I get here?
I had a condom on, and she wanted me to cum inside, told me it was OK if she didn't, but I should.
"Don't worry," I said, "I don't have to go. I don't want to."
She held me tight and pushed her hips up to meet mine, and I could tell she was getting ready to cum again, could feel her cunt get tight around my cock, and knew I just needed to keep on going to bring her off, and me too.
"Yes...Yes, yes, yes....Yes..."
She moaned and I lifted my head so we were looking in each other's eyes right up until she seemed to panic and shut hers tight, showing her teeth and going right to the edge.
I fucked her over that and felt her cunt relax and flood wet just about the time she let out a yell and begged me to really fuck her now, so I did, deep into one orgasm and out into another, and she looked so hot, staring up at me open mouthed, this young guy with a big cock and hard body, and I told her I was going to cum and she held my ass and pulled me deeper.
I shot my second load of the day deep into Tara.
It felt good, and she kissed me.
 
SEVENTEEN
We ended the compensated date snuggling in bed, watching cable and finishing the second bottle of champagne.
"You hungry?" I said, feeling good about the whole evening. "Want to go out and get something to eat, maybe another ********
"Sure. Got a sports bar nearby?"
"Really?"
"Yeah – I like to watch."
I took her out to a bar that had big screens and good food, and we ate cheeseburgers and fries, drank a couple of pitchers of beer and made side bets on the games that were playing.
It turned out her husband was a writer for a sports site.
"What can I say?" she said, "this is how I spend my free time."
"Sounds nice," I said, almost forgetting that I'd just been nailing this happily married woman, on camera, while her husband watched and no doubt jerked off on the other side of the country.
"It is," she said, refilling her glass. "We have a good marriage, one that works. I miss him."
At the end of the evening I thought maybe she'd invite me back, but no, she wanted a quiet night, had an early start, a flight up to Seattle.
"You're fun," she said, "let's stay in touch."
 
EPILOGUE
About a week later I got a message from a suspicious email account, a string of numbers and letters. I only opened it because it had something very specific in the subject line – Tara and the Manwhore.
Inside was a link to a video.
I clicked on it and saw me and Tara fucking.

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