After her flirting and body actions while looking at the house and the invitation to the bar I was 100% certain I’d be fucking her. Personally I’m not much of drinker or a bar person. My main use for them has been to pick up married pussy on her girl’s night out. Laura left the impression that she wouldn’t put a up fight if someone tried to fuck her. I could visualize her working the bar and slipping out for a fuck and maybe another before heading home to her husband.
She told that her husband was a college boy striving to be a one of those upper one percent guys that sucks the wealth from the country. He was 28 and had met her in the bar, then married her. That made me want to fuck her all the more. I had the feeling he was naive to the fact that his wife liked cock and lots of it.
Laura didn’t hide her barmaid demeanor. She talked a little rough and you could tell she liked being hit on. She asked if I had talked to other agents, if they made special “concessions”, and acted perfectly willing to fuck me if it helped her chances.
She looked like the girl next door type until her clothes came off. First of all she had to have been in a tanning booth in the nude. Her body was pretty much average, but something about her made it work. Maybe it was her man-eater mentality. Then came her statement that didn’t shock me, but did catch me off guard.
“My husband is gone a lot. He works harder to make his next million than he does to keep me happy. I try to make sure I get someone to fuck me every day.”
Pretty scrappy for a twenty-one year old.
“Next million? Did you say next million?”
“Yes, he’s ripped off enough people to be worth about seven. If you fuck me you’ll be fucking a rich woman. If I left him today I’d get half. So, what do you say? Want to fuck my three million dollar pussy?”
“Sure … if I don’t have to pay for it. I don’t have the cash.”
“Well, you could sell your house … ” Laura laughed.
First things first. I nuzzled my face into her pussy with no complaints from her. Looking up when she started to react I spoke.
“I guess I’ll have to owe you.”
“No, you’re off to a good start. This one is free.”
Why if I’m in control do I always end up getting hooked on pussy? I have this three foot thing going. Any women that gets within three feet I have to fuck her. It might be 30 feet or three hundred feet. Something about almost every woman makes me want to fuck her.
All that money gave her an air of elegance, yet her bar maid mouth made her sound like a crack whore. I kept my face in her cunt. Juices flowed onto my tongue. Her clit was her weak spot. Absolute a hair trigger. A couple of orgasms from Laura and I was ready to fuck her. My cock rammed home. No biggest cock for her. Laura had been around, not that I wasn’t appreciated. I was torn between making it last and blasting my seed into her. Young pussy is great.
“Well, am I worth it?”
“You said it was free. You can’t charge me now.”
“You’ll pay in cum. My cunt’s going to suck it right from your balls.”
Wow! Her husband got a “buy one/get one free”. A classy trophy wife and a nasty gutter slut.