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HOT-HOK1.TXT
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PAYING FOR IT
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(Another Hot Wife Tale)
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By J. BOSWELL
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I guess I have to start by saying that money is not a problem in our
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life. Both Tim, my husband, and I are professionals and make a very nice
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living. He's a lean, fit 34 years old, and I'm approaching the BIG 3-0. I have
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a good face ("incredibly beautiful" according to Tim), and a great (also
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according to Tim) body (36C-22-32), 5'4", 112 pounds, auburn hair and large
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gray eyes. Two Yuppies, right?
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Well, our life WAS just about perfect, and then I (we?) developed an
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obsession that made it even better for me (and I hope better for Tim, too!).
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What's crazy is that the obsession really began as a joke.
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One Thursday night, Tim and I were home watching TV when one of my
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girlfriends called. She had stopped for a drink after work and ran into two of
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our old classmates from graduate school and she was calling to invite me to
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join them for a drink and some gossip.
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I was still dressed from work and hurriedly put my shoes back on and
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checked my purse for cash. Of course, my liquid assets totalled $2.14! I asked
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Tim for some cash rather than wasting time stopping at an automatic teller.
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Tim smiled and brought out his wallet.
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"Wait a minute," he smiled, holding his wallet above his head, away from
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my open hand, "How badly do you need this cash?"
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"Come on, Tim, I'm in a hurry."
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"I can see that, Jessica. Well, I'm in sort of a funny mood, and I'm
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thinking maybe you could earn the cash."
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I smiled, because he is always THAT horny and THAT obvious. "Okay, Dear.
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How about you give me the cash and I owe you a blow job?"
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He leered at me, "How about cash on delivery?" And that was the first
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time.
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......
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All dressed up in heels and a business suit, I dropped to my knees,
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opened his zipper and took his already-hard cock into my mouth. To my surprise,
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I began feeling warm and tingly, even slutty. Tim opened the top few buttons on
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my silk blouse and pushed the folded bills into my bra, and I became even more
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aroused. I gobbled his hard flesh into my mouth, licking and sucking loudly;
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feeling my own heat and moistness increasing between my legs.
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Timmy shot his cum into my mouth in a surprisingly short time and leaned
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back into the sofa, "Ohhh, Jessie! That was great!"
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I had thoroughly enjoyed the quickie, too, and got even hotter as he
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handed me another ten dollar bill and said, "Here, you really earned a tip."
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I took the ten and folded it with the two twenties he had pushed down my
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bra, and rebuttoned my blouse.
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Tim was zipping up and looked at me, "I think you really enjoyed being a
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little whore, didn't you?"
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I smiled and brushed the accusation off. "I was just in a tight spot for
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some cash, Dear. I was a poor, innocent, desperate soul and you were the one
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that took advantage of my plight and forced me to perform that disgusting and
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perverted act!" We both laughed and I kissed Tim goodnight and left for the bar
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to meet my friends; but with second thoughts about grabbing Timmy and dragging
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him up to bed. For the rest of that night I could feel a small smile float
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across my mouth as I recalled the whole incident.
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......
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Neither one of us said anything about that incident, but about two weeks
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later, I told Tim I needed some cash for groceries and he asked if I would be
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willing to earn it.
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I smiled and shrugged, "A girl has to eat."
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He took me into the bedroom and we balled each other's brains out for two
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hours. As I walked around the food store on wobbly legs, with four crisp
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fifties in my pocket, I knew I was "hooked" on our little game.
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......
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Now, only a few months later, I have to "earn" every cent I spend,
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whether for myself or the house -- and I love it. The opposite is also true --
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when Tim wants me, he has to pay for it. Nothing in life is free, and I get to
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set my own price -- a blow-job is at least $40 and I won't fuck for less than a
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$100.
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Like any good businessperson, I know I can charge extra for the popular
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options. A little friendly bondage is $40, a strip is priced like the
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"Strip-O-Grams" in the area -- $100 for the strip, and VERY good tips for
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anything "extra," and if he is short on cash -- a hand job is $20 ($25 with oil
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or cream or jelly!). Cash only! No checks, credit cards or IOUs!
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Tim is wonderful at thinking up variations on our lovemaking. One
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evening, we got in the car after shopping in the mall and he said, "$100 for a
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blow-job, right here, right now, in public." I smiled and put my hand out for
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the money. In seconds, I had Tim's seat back, his zipper down, and his cock
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out. I started sucking him while bent over the console, but soon knelt on my
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seat, knowing anyone who saw me would be certain of what I was doing. I didn't
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care -- my panties were soaked through as Tim shot his cum into my mouth.
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Just the thought of me giving him a blow-job on a parking lot made me
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feel more like a hooker than ever and I was about as hot as I had ever been in
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my life.
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As soon as we walked into the house, I dragged Timmy down on top of me
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and said, "Oh, Baby! That was so good! I need a fuck, right now! A freebie!"
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Always the gentleman, Tim tipped me $20 when we were through.
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One warm Spring night, just as we were at the front door to leave to get
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a quick supper at the local casual restaurant, Tim offered me $50 if I didn't
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wear any underwear under my top and short skirt. He handed me the fifty as I
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handed him my bra and panties. I should have tried that before, because before
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we arrived at the restaurant, Tim told me to finger my clit and my fingers
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slipped around in my already dripping-wet cunt.
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Tim saw how hot I was and told me that if I really wanted to earn my
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money, to order the salad bar. I did, and every time I walked up to the bar and
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bent over to reach something to put on my plate, I could feel my denim skirt
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ride up the back of my thighs and felt my tits hang out away from my chest,
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filling out my top. The kid keeping the salad bar stocked really got an eyeful
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and I LOVED it! In the car I offered Tim a $25 refund if he'd fuck me right
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there. He said he was tempted but that there were too many people, including
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kids, so he fingered my cunt and pinched my nipples to a tremendous orgasm for
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free.
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Ever onward and upwards we got deeper in our little "game." Sitting home
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one night, complaining about the lack of anything good on TV, Timmy suggested I
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dress up in something sexy and go to a bar.
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"What about you?" I asked.
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"Oh, I'll be there. I'll be right behind you and I can `pick you up' like
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a real hooker working the hotel crowd."
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I'm sure the big grin on my face told him I loved the idea, as I rushed
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upstairs to change.
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Less than an hour later, I strutted into a hotel lounge in my shortest,
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tightest tube-dress and my highest high heels. Getting up onto a barstool
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without flashing everything I had was a feat in itself!
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Like bees to honey, I was soon approached by a parade of good-looking
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unattached (at least for the night!) men, buying me drinks and dancing with me.
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A few of them invited me to their place, or up to their room, some even hinting
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about my "occupation," saying things like they realized "time was money in
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today's world" and that was alright with them.
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Tim eventually made his appearance, and when he did, it was after he had
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had more than a few drinks. He stepped up to the bar and placed his hand over
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my shoulder.
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In a voice loud enough to be heard several stools on either side of us,
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he asked, "Say, Sweet-Stuff, I've been noticing you, and I was wondering what a
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little action with you would cost." Aware of the audience, I whispered, "Two
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hundred, for the night."
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Louder than before, Tim gasped, "Two hunnert? Are you kidding? Plus the
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room?"
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I moved close to his ear and whispered, "Tim, if you don't get me out of
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here, right now, I'll fuck you right here on this bar!"
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Tim helped me off the stool, and took a parting shot at our interested
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audience, "Lady, for this kind of money, you better be as good as you look!"
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I was pulling him through the lobby when he stopped me and pointed to the
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bank of elevators. Dangling on his finger was a room key!
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We hit the button and the doors opened. Tim pushed me into the corner of
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the elevator and punched "7" for the floor. I pulled him against me and kissed
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him, hard. I was hot, and wasn't sure I could wait to get to the room!
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In a flash, Tim had his tongue buried down my throat and his hand up
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under my dress and down my panties, fingering my hard, wet clit. A man caught
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the doors before they closed, but we didn't stop. Instead, I pulled Tim closer
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and wrapped my leg around his. The other passenger "Harumphed" but I didn't
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care -- it was all part of the scene we were playing. When the doors opened at
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"7," Tim and I disentangled ourselves and got off the elevator. As the doors
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closed, I turned, smiled and said to the other passenger, "Have a nice night --
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we're going to!" Tim opened the door to the room, and we tumbled onto the bed.
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Too hot to undress, Tim unzipped his fly, pulled my skirt up to my hips, pulled
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the elastic in my panties aside and entered me in one hard shove. I started
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cumming, immediately.
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We fucked and sucked almost all night. It was wonderful. And, I never
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felt more like a whore than the next morning, as I walked through the lobby in
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my tart dress, heels, and "just-fucked" look. Even a nun would have had no
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doubts about what I had been doing all night!
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I had been accumulating a tidy sum in my "Honey" jar, and decided to
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splurge on myself, the way any self-respecting hooker would -- on clothes,
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jewelry, and make-up. I spent the day buying the most outrageous items I could
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find -- micro skirts, seamed stockings, crotchless panties, red-red lipstick,
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cut-out bras, and on and on. I had a ball!
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After dinner that night, I decided to give a fashion show to Timmy, and
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surprise him with my wildest "streetwalker" outfit. I put on heavy make-up, red
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crotchless panties, a black corset top, stockings, garterbelt, red heels and a
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red vinyl skirt not quite long enough to reach my stocking-tops. For the
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crowning touch, I put on a wild, cheap blonde wig and spiked the tresses.
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Tim went absolutely crazy! Only, instead of throwing me down on the
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floor, or chasing me up to the bedroom, he suggested we go for a ride!
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The ride wasn't very far -- only downtown, stopping around the corner
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from Calvert Street, a street notorious for cheap streetwalkers. By the time
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Tim had pulled to the curb, I knew what he wanted me to do -- and I was game!
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I got out of the car and Tim pulled around the corner. Then, after making
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sure my seams were straight, I strutted around the corner and into the glow of
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the street lamps. Tim was parked across the street, and I saw two other women
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(dressed pretty much like I was!) standing about a half a block up the street.
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There were no pedestrians, and the traffic was light, but steady. I was
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breathing rapidly -- partly from excitement, and not a little from
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apprehension. I felt very alone standing there.
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I soon noticed the same red Firebird pass me, twice, and then for the
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third time. On the fourth time, he stopped and leaned over the passenger seat,
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"Hey, sexy lady! Looking for a ride somewhere?"
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I stepped over to the car and bent over at the waist, giving the driver a
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full view of my almost-naked tits, "Maybe. Where you headed?"
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He had to pull his tongue back in, before he could answer. We chatted a
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little, and I promised him I'd be around later, but was waiting for a
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particular somebody at the moment. He waved and drove off.
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After going through the same routine with two more drivers, Tim coasted
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to a stop beside me.
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"Want to party?"
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I was glad it was him. My fear had gone away and the excitement had taken
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over as the night went on. I gave him the same tit-shot I had given the rest of
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the guys. "Maybe. Are you a party-er?"
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He smiled at me, "I'm a very generous party-er."
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"How generous?" I asked.
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"Well, if you'll speak a little French -- fifty."
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I opened the car door and got in, "French is my favorite language."
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Tim drove to a nearby city park and stopped the car on one of the lanes.
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He pushed his seat back and opened his zipper. I held my hand out -- palm up,
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and he handed me a fifty. I folded it and opened my purse. I dropped the money
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in and took out a condom I had put in there before we left home. Tim raised an
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eyebrow.
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"A girl can't take chances out here," I said, matter of factly. He nodded
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and I wrapped his hard, little rascal in the rubber. He watched as I popped the
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wad of chewing gum out of my mouth, and stored it in my cleavage. I lowered my
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mouth down on his sheathed erection and had barely gotten the rubber wet before
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Tim tensed in his seat and began filling the condom with his cum. I could tell
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he had really gotten off on the whole scene.
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Still in character, I carefully removed the condom and tied it in a neat
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knot and tossed it out the window. I smiled a lipstick-smeared smile at him.
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"You were really hot. I enjoyed that. Now, could you take me back to my
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corner?"
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Just then, a police car's blue flashing lights lit up the back window.
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Caught!
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I could tell from Tim's posture, that he was as nervous as I was. Two
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officers got out and one stepped up to the driver's window and shined his
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flashlight in at us. Fortunately, Timmy had already zipped up.
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"What's wrong, Officer?"
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"Don't play dumb. I hate it when people play dumb. What were you doing
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here, discussing the savings and loan crisis?"
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"Officer, my wife and I were..."
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The cop roared out a huge laugh and looked in the window, again. His
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light was shining on my bare thighs, above my stockings. I was afraid my
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crotchless panties were showing him everything!
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"Your WIFE??!! Yo, JD, he says this `lady' is his wife!!!" At their
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request, we got out of the car and produced enough ID to prove that we were
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married and the cop did a cursory check in the car. The other cop approached
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and walked around my side of the car. The freshly-filled condom was revealed to
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his light and he nudged it with his shoe.
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He stooped down to my eyelevel, and looked right into my eyes, "Do you
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prefer the dry, ribbed or lubed, Honey?"
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I looked right back at him and smiled, "Well, the lubed make a long night
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a little easier, once you get used to the taste." I was standing with my back
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to Tim and the other policeman, and the one standing in front of me, casually
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reached into my cleavage and retrieved my chewing gum.
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I smiled and lowered my mouth over his fingers, flicking the gum into my
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mouth with my tongue. "Thanks, Officer, I thought I lost it."
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He licked his fingers slowly, and stared at my cleavage. "You know, Miss,
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these streets can be dangerous. You never know who you're gonna meet. You
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should stick to indoors. If you're new to town, there's places like `The Raven
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Pub' in the Poe Hotel. You're a little, uh, flashy for the nice bars, but `The
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Raven's' seen your type there."
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"Gee, thanks for the career advice, Officer!" I smiled my widest smile up
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at him. His nameplate read: J.D. MURPHY.
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"Don't be so smart-mouth, girlie. You never know when you'll need a good
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cop."
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They finally decided to let us go, after everything checked out. Officer
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J.D. Murphy smiled and said, "I'll be looking for you, Miss Lube-Tube. You can
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bet I'll be keeping an eye out for you and your pimp-husband, here."
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Being accosted by the policemen had rattled Timmy, but the action had
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only taken me to another level in excitement. As Tim sped us home, I inserted
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three fingers through the opening in my panties and deep into my sopping wet
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pussy. I began a moaning, total orgasm after only a few flicks of my thumb
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across my erect clit.
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At home, Tim tried valiantly, but the policemen had taken the wind out of
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his sails, and the starch out of his cock. He could only watch as I pleasured
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myself with my vibrator, pushing it through my panties and up inside of me. I
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fell asleep exhausted and with the vibrator still in my hand.
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Over the next few days, Tim regained his old enthusiasm, and at my
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urging, we discussed other scenarios. My passion obviously increased as the
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situation became more and more realistic; and, there definitely was a little
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kink running around inside my brain that took me into uninhibited, orgasmic
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pleasure -- the more I behaved and was believed to be a whore, the more intense
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the pleasure.
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Talking about the various types of hookers, from the high-priced callgirl
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to the cheapest streetwalker, we began to investigate alternatives to what we
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had already tried.
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The weekly, local free paper was a good source of information, judging by
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their "Personals" in the back of the paper. They advertised everything from
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"escorts" to "strip-o-grams" to "trained masseuse" to, simply, "young WF,
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seeking GENEROUS man for fun w/o commitment." Another avenue of investigation
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were the "date-line, `976-'" numbers. Tim asked me which one I wanted to try,
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and I smiled and told him "all of them!"
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Unfortunately, before we had a chance to live out any more of my
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fantasies, Tim was selected to go on a West Coast tour with one of the company
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Directors. The trip would be part fact-finding and part pep rally, and Tim and
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I were both excited about what his being chosen would mean for his career. On
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the downside, was the fact that Timmy would be away three weeks.
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When I dropped him at the airport on Sunday, we knew we wouldn't see each
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other, again, until the third Saturday -- by far, the longest we had been
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separated since we had met.
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By the second week, I was really missing the fun Timmy and I had been
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having over the last several months. A few quick phonecalls during the day sure
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wasn't the same as having Tim there. Several nights, I even dressed in parts of
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my costumes and played with my vibrator, but I missed my "John" too much for it
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to be fun.
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Finally, on the second Wednesday night, I put on my make-up a little
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heavy, dressed in a tight denim skirt, red high heels and blouse and stockings
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and went for a ride. I drove to a mall, but didn't have the nerve to get out of
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the car in such a suburban setting. So, I put the car in gear and headed
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downtown. It was a warm night and I drove around the Inner Harbor, looking at
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all the tourists. Feeling bored and lonely, I decided to call it a night.
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On the way home, I was stopped at a light and realized I was looking
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right at the Poe Hotel!
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This was the place Officer J.D. Murphy told me the hookers worked! On
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impulse, I pulled over to the curb and sat across the street from the entrance.
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All types of people were going in and coming out, dressed from jeans and
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t-shirts to three-piece suits and evening dresses.
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Not quite sure about what I wanted to do, I drove around the block and
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found a parking place. I checked my make-up in the mirror and got out of the
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car.
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The entrance to the "Raven Pub" was off the lobby and I could hear the
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music and talking and glasses clinking before I pulled the door open.
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TO BE CONTINUED...
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(C) J. BOSWELL, September 1991
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� � EROTICA � �
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