From helping my grandfather with handyman work, and my military stipends (which isn’t much by the way), I was able to scrounge up a good $175. It would’ve been good chump change if I didn’t spend $130 for a weekend here to make money, but two days filled with “maybes”, or curious old “friends” who just want to know the tea went by quick. With this being the last day, seems it was a waste. This is not what I had in mind, this was actually my last shot. My last shot to show that following my own path would work. It makes me reflect back when I first heard about this type of employment. She sits squatted on the floor at the edge of my military bunk between my legs, silently but firmly stroking my tip. Her smoky hazel eyes hypnotize my inner soul as she looks up at me, craving her scent as she craves my member. Each hand stroke has a deeper meaning besides the basic up and down, no. Her fingertips have a purpose as her left-hand slides up and down my shaft, and her right finds a spot underneath my balls. Her $35 dollar red nails then stray away from my cock, leaving more than enough room for her fingers to find their long chocolate dessert. I look past her medusa hazel glare to see 40DD bronze breasts bouncing between my right knee and her arm. For someone who is on her third child, her body hides that very well.
A mini pudge protrudes under her chocolate mounds, with stretch marks creating a trail to her treasures hidden below. Her breast seems to hide the fact of any children. Above her right breast on the side of her right shoulder, I find a red rose embedded in her dark chocolate skin. Connected to the rose is a black line that attached to a cursive “I” that connects to a set of letters: FREDII spells out in black ink. I soon lose interest in the spelling when I see bright red lips slowly going down onto the tip of my member. Her mouth feels cold, as her painted lips reach down to the seven-inch mark of my nine-inch manhood. I feel her tongue wiggle around the vein of my lower rod that makes my balls do a little dance. All through this, her eyes stare deeply into mines, never breaking focus and pulling me into a trance of tranquil. A pro at this? Or maybe a succubus. Either way, she doesn’t let up her glare as she slurps and swallows the rest of the inches. My chocolate rod is covered in glistening spit. Her sloppiness was satisfying. I lay back on the military bunk groaning, letting her operate.
By this time, I am hard as stones, this woman has everything and more for someone in her line of work. Her 7-inch record soon disappears behind bright red lips as she gets all the way down to the base, and sent vibrations throughout my pole. She was so deep, her upper lip touched the center of my V cut. She looks up at me smiling, definitely a pro. I hear a gag but she continues to hold her mark-making my tip vibrate with such velocity. Finally, she comes up off of my length while a stream of saliva following a happy trail down towards her 40 DD’s, her chocolate chips were then pointing at their next victim. Without budging, she looks at me and smiles. Pulling out a condom, she quickly rips it open with one hand and her mouth puts the condom in her mouth and does a magic trick down my shaft making sure the condom is snug and fit. She finally crawls over me, seeing her thick legs, compliments her thick ass. It makes me grab and squeeze, feeling her smooth, soft, chocolate skin. I want her, now more than ever.