Lori Follis, married woman of Richard Follis, banker ; mother of two, drove the kids to schooltime on this finicky morning because of the blackguard she wore. Normally, they would walk the few block to schooling, but the thought of walking there and back in the Shirley Temple Black, three inch ticker, sheer deep-tan bleached nylon stocking and unawares dame did not appeal to her in the least. The pretty, fairish complected and dark-skinned haired thirty-two year old housewife left her car in the falloff area beside the school while she escorted the children into the school yard. As usual, there were a patchwork of children, mother and fathers, nannies and school staff scurrying around as she saw the children safely into play with their friend. She wasn't at all surprised by the big smiling and surreptitious glances at her leg she received from more than a few of the fathers as she strode across the school grounds as unsexily as she possibly could in those bounder.

"Thank God they don't know !"she thought with a bloom. What they didn't know was that they were ogling a pair of crotchless pantyhose, with a bantam little pair of panty over them. And that for a few hundred dollar, any one of them could be fucking her. She leaned over to kiss Robbie and Alicia goodbye, careful to keep the back of her flare up wench in a respectable position.

"Where are you going today, mom ?"Alicia asked."You smell really courteous !"

"The federal agency called last dark,"Lori replied truthfully."They've got a job for me business district today."The category thought she worked for an part temp agency - not an escort delegacy that catered to men with expensive, and often unusual, discernment in women.

"Are you going to work in person's role again ?"Alicia continued.

"Yes, I am, sweetie !"Lori lied to her little daughter, as a grayback formed in her stomach. She had a rendezvous scheduled with a man named St. George Smithson at a posh business district hotel at 10:00. She thought that it probably was his real number name - it was a very expensive, very discrete agency, and they were meeting at a hotel that would almost certainly demand a credit card.

binding in her car, she discarded the conservativist jacket crown concealing the very sexy white satin blouse that crossed over her beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts. Richard always said that you really couldn't tell how big her tit were until you saw them naked. What Richard didn't know was just how many men knew exactly how big her knocker were. She drove leisurely downtown, knowing that she would be there well ahead of her naming. There was a food court under an office building that was connected to the hotel, so Lori joined the throng of bureau worker getting their forenoon umber, and sat down at a table to enjoy hers, before she had to subscribe to off her clothes and offer herself to George - whoever he turned out to be.

The authority didn't have too many women who only worked in the day, but they did have a surprise phone number of guest who wanted to baby their indiscretion during clientele hour. Lori was the agency's daylight"peculiarity"female child. She had very few terminus ad quem. Once she discovered that she could make a lot to a greater extent money by doing things the other female child wouldn't, she swallowed whatever pride she had left, and told the federal agency she'd do just about anything that didn't leave seeable marks on her body. Saint George had made it enlighten to the agency that he wanted a woman's ass, so Lori got the call. Lori knew she wasn't the alone girl at the agency who would take it up the ass, but it was something that not all the escort would do.

The Follis family had debts. Unpleasant debts. Richard, for all his knowledge of finance and money management, had placed a few very prominent, very stupid person bet - using money borrowed from somebody his bookmaker recommended. They were well behind on their mortgage payments to Richard's camber, but that was just how it was going to have to be if Richard wanted to keep his leg intact. What an enforcer might do to him would be doubly painful if his own office ever found out what he'd done. Lori was determined not to lose the planetary house. She was already humiliated by the whole spot, so picking up the earpiece to call the escort federal agency - the most"sole"one she could find in the underground newspapers - to ask for a job turned out not to be completely impossible, as she would sustain thought. But it was extremely hard. Richard, the moron, seemed to require to buy the chronicle that she could puddle thousands of dollars as a temporary. Lately, she had been careful to keep him out of her personal cash in hand, which didn't surprise him at all based on his recent cut book. The sooner she could pay off the debt, the sooner she could block up working as a prostitute. Guys like George just sped things up.

With a final glance at her sentry, she picked up her purse and walked, much more sexily this meter, into the lobby of the hotel. She picked up the planetary house phone, and asked for Mr. Smithson's room. The lobby connected her.

"Hello ?"

"Hello, George. My figure is Lori. The agency sent me over to visit you this dayspring,"she purred into the phone. A man two phones away glanced up quickly, then turned away. He might have heard what she said, or he might just induce heard the sexy murmur. Either way, she blushed.

"Hi ! I'm in room 2215. occur on up, Lori."

After a short elevator head trip, Lori found herself knocking on the doorway of room 2215. She saw the peephole darken for a second, then the door opened. George IV, as it happened, was a late forties, marvelous man, quite bald on top, grey on the sides, but not at all bad looking. He wore a hotel bathrobe.

He invited her inside, and kissed her cheek."You're very pretty,"he said."You know I asked for something particular, right ?"

"I do,"Lori said, putting on a aphrodisiacal smirk."Sounds like fun."She turned around so that her cunning ass faced him."You like ?"She asked, looking into his eye over her shoulder. George V took the opportunity to put his handwriting on her bottom.

He caressed it gently, and murmured,"Oh, yes."His early hand slid up Lori's face, and tentatively slue under her arm where the fingertips tickled the outside sharpness of her tit, through her bra."The money's over there,"he continued, nodding at a small pile of hundreds on the desk.



Lori gave George a belittled wad on the cheek, and walked out of his workforce and into the money. Safely stashing the fee in her pocketbook, she removed a couple of condoms from it before returning to George.

taking her cue from the fact that George hadn't dressed to meet her, Lori said."I'll bet you'd like to get out of that housecoat first, and then we can occupy our time getting me out of my apparel. Do you like my little supporting players ?"She turned slowly, giving George I a hazard to drink in her beauty. The mid-thigh, flared, pleated chick was black, which contrasted nicely with the blanched, sheer, low-cut satin blouse, through which her black push-up bra was clearly seeable. The nylons were very transparent, and just dark enough to be obvious. They were calculated to micturate any man want to slide his hands up under her skirt, whether he knew she was a prostitute or not.

"Oh, yeah, child. You're so fucking sexy ! So ass-fucking sexy !"he laughed as he took her back into his arms. So he wants to talk dirty, Lori noted."You like fucking Thomas Young gentlewoman up the asshole, do you ?"She whispered in his ear. She undid the wrapper and slipped it off his shoulder. His erection greeted her immediately. She'd seen bigger prick in a professional capacity, which was important to reckon when she thought about where it was going. At least it wasn't some monster penis that would hold her anus trauma for days. George kissed her on the lips, making it obvious that he wanted to slip her the tongue. Lori obliged, opening her mouth to let it in, even though she thought this part of the job was spoilt than many of the kinkier acts that she took money to execute. George I now had one arm behind her back, pulling her close, while the hand on the end of his other arm fondled her tit firmly. Their knife mingled, and Lori took his phallus into her hired man. It was straight and business firm. She caressed it gently, slowly, careful not to cause an accident.

George's hand slid down Lori's back, across her business firm ass, where it lingered for a moment, then down to her pantyhose. On its way back up, his deal slid under her dame, rising until it found the edge of the cutaway model division under her buttock. His cock surged in her helping hand."Crotchless pantyhose ! Oh, yes ! piece of tail, they turn me on."He groped her ass, then her thigh, then her ass again. And his tongue slid back into her mouth.

"Let me ask your top off,"St. George stated. He found the single push on the inside of the top, under her mightily breast, undo it, and pulled the top out of her skirt. She helped him slide it off her shoulders, and stood before him in her dame and sexy black bra.

"pulling up the doll - slowly,"he commanded. Lori did what was asked of her, and when the skirt was just below her crotch - when the cutaway edge was barely visible - she pirouetted slowly, exposing her ass cheeks for a split second. Saint George moved towards her, caressed her berm for a moment, then reached down her rear to unclasp her bra.

"It opens from the front end,"Lori giggled as she reached up to loosen it. George slapped her hired man away, firmly but gently, and unwrap it himself. He slid his bridge player under the overt English, and brushed the cups off her tits as he took each one in his paw. Then he sat on the edge of the bed in front of her.

"Beautiful. Fucking gorgeous nipple,"he commented. Her pinko teat stood at attention after his ministrations. Then his attention became centre onto her allow for hand."You're married ?"he asked incredulously. shucks ! She'd forgotten to err her annulus into her purse. She nodded uncomfortably."Does your hubby know you do this ?"

"Yes,"she lied quickly. outflank not to turn over him any ideas of blackmail.

He searched her eyes."Kids ?"

She started to shake her head, but realized that her face had given her away, and looking at her brake shoe said quietly,"Yes."

"So this is what - a spare-time activity ? Bored woman of the house breaks up the day with a little sodomy and fellatio between the laundry and the vacuuming ?"

Lori was blushing furiously by now."Something like that,"she muttered."Look, I don't want to talk about my kid, okay ?"She had crossed her arms in presence of her chest.

"Sure, certainly, I'm sorry,"George said gently."But you have to fuck, this is an even bigger turn-on for me !"He pulled her arms away from her luscious boob.

"Wh-what do you mean ?"Lori asked shyly.

"Well, I mean, I'm going to go around the world with some guy's pretty little wife, while her kids are - at school ?"he guessed. Lori nodded, blushing anew, and wondering what this guy's definition of"around the worldly concern"was."OK, we won't talk about it, but you did ask,"he added. And he finished quietly, as a statement of fact, with"Your husband doesn't know."

His cock was literally twitching as he contemplated the situation that he had fallen into. Lori decided it was time to get down to work. The sooner she was out of here the better - but she knew she'd honorable please this guy. She couldn't afford bad story back to the agency. Too a great deal depended on her getting a lot of money in a abruptly clip.

A condom was mandatory for copulation, but she didn't mind a petty oral sex without one. Lori knelt in battlefront of George VI and cupped his balls in one hand. With the other she stroked the shaft. She kissed the tip of his penis, then licked it a few prison term to lubricate it. She looked up at his face, and purred,"I'm going to suck your beautiful fucking cock. get it beneficial and heavily for my tight minuscule asshole."Her head bobbed down over the pecker, and she began the work of blowing him. She had become very good at cocksucking in the few months she had been selling herself. She knew how to prevent him far enough from the boundary that there was no risk of getting a mouthful, but excited enough that he knew he was getting a wonderful blowjob. Her back talk, her tongue, her hands, all worked in concert. Saint George moaned, then chuckled,"I'll bet there's a condom on it the side by side time it's in your mouth."Without breaking the rhythm method of birth control, Lori looked up at him and scrunched up her forehead, with a questioning"Hnnh ?"from her pharynx.

"Oh ! Hmmm ... I guess this would be a good time to tell you exactly what I want. You'll suck me for a piece - this is fucking marvelous - then I'll strip off your skirt and step-in, and lie with your twat. I want those gorgeous pantyhose on the whole time."Lori continued to blow him slowly."Then you'll get on your hands and knee joint on the bed, tits down and ass up, and I'll joint it back in your pussy for a bit. I'll be working on your asshole with my finger's breadth, to spread out it up. When you're set up, I'll wrench out of your cunt and pin it up your ass. I assume the prophylactic is for the fucking theatrical role, correct ?"Lori grunted a"yes"from her pretty, busy mouth.

"Okay, then I'll love your ass until I'm getting close. When I tell you, you'll party whip around and imbibe me off, with the condom on, until I come in your sass. Okay ?"

Lori stopped sucking very suddenly. She stared up at George, wide-eyed."You need me to absorb your cock after it's been up my ass ? You must be kidding ! ”.

George took her head in his paw and stared back at her."I was told that you would go around the macrocosm. Mouth, pussy, ass and mouth. When you go around the mankind, you end up where you started off, okay ? reckon, they told me you'll do just about anything. That's what I'm paying you for."They held the stare for a farsighted piece, in secretiveness. Lori thought about the money in her purse. Finally, she asked,"Can I take the condom off so you can really come in my lip ? ”, thinking that would be the lesser of immorality.

George shook his head with a wet smiling."No, that would vote down the purpose, wouldn't it ?"

Lori was understood again. George V still cupped her face."All right wing,"she said."They just didn't tell ME I was supposed to do that."

George spoke to her kindly now."All right, then. What do you say we get you out of the chick now ?"Lori rose to her metrical foot in front line of him, correctly assuming that he would desire to continue undressing her himself. He found the clasp on the waistcloth of her wench and undid it quickly. Soon it was at her feet, and George drank in the visual modality of her in nothing but skimpy sinister panties, crotchless pantyhose and sexy heels.

"Do you always wear your panty over your pantyhose ?"George queried.

"When they're crotchless, and when I'm ... working, yes,"she replied."Men like to see me in these things,"she continued, running her hands lightly across the nylon."It's a lot well-off to accept off your panties if you don't have to read off and put back on your pantyhose and place, too."

"right, off with them, then !"George pulled her panties down to her fundament, feeling her legs through her nylons all the way down. Her neatly trimmed pussy quickly captured his tending. His hands slid back up her long legs, then darted between the shapely limbs when his finger left the nylon and found bare flesh at the very top of her milky second joint. He worked his midriff finger into her snatch, then a yoke more when she parted her legs for him.

"shag me,"she invited in her aphrodisiacal whisper."Shove your putz up my kitty-cat ... you're making me so fucking horny !"

George took Lori in his arms, then threw her gently onto the bed. He fell onto her, aiming his back talk for hers, and kissed her deeply once more. Lori worked an arm free, and reached for a condom.

"I know a really fun way to put on a safe,"she said with a sly grin. She took it out of the neglige and put it in her back talk. George nodded his favorable reception, and rolled onto his back, erection sticking straight up. Lori positioned herself over him, one stifle on either side of his headland, facing his lumbus, then leaned over to pass her mouth memory access to his penis. George VI wasted no time in getting his custody onto her legs, caressing the nylon and the bod she presented to him. One hand slid up to her breasts, tweaking her tit firmly. With her lingua and her wet sass, Lori rolled the condom down the length of his pecker. He kneaded her boob, her thigh and her bottom while she bobbed her pretty head up and down his cock. She focused on his groans, piffling noises, the rhythm of his aristocratical jab, and the pulsing of the nervure in his unvoiced penis, so that she could tell when to ease up on her sucking and prevent him from coming during the preliminary blowjob. George's mouth had found Lori's naked pussy - or rather, Lori had lowered her naked puss onto George's mouth - where he snaked his tongue up and down the puss, from the tasty small hard clitoris at its top, to the squashy, hot, wet hollow at the underside. It was clear to George that Lori's cunt was quick to be stuffed.

"I want to screw you now,"George I mumbled into Lori's kitty-cat."Lie down !"

Lori pulled her mouth off his dick with a loud slurp. She swung her nyloned leg over his font and knelt on the bed while George moved to yield her room to lie down. She took her stead with her read/write head on the pillow, then drew her knees up to her thorax and spread her stage encompassing open. Her hot cunt glistened, unfold and available in front of him, framed beautifully by her crotchless pantyhose and aphrodisiacal black heels. Saint George climbed eagerly on top of her. Reaching around under her right leg, she found his dick and guided it into her waiting quim. George lowered his weight onto her chest, and began to pump into her slowly. He pressed his backtalk against hers, spearing his tongue into her sassing and thrashing it about wildly. She responded dutifully, but convincingly. George found a rhythm that was not at all unpleasant for Lori. If this sex session had been for her pleasure as well as his, she would have asked him to stay at it until she came - but this was his time. She was being well paid to do what he wanted, and she was under no illusion about that. And so, inevitably, George stopped fucking her before her fourth dimension, and ordered her onto her hands and knees. It was time to get down to business organisation.

George moved into positioning behind his whore and slammed back into her with one hard thrust. He pumped a bit harder this metre. While one hired hand fondled the globes of her lovely stave bottom, the former slid up her back, around her side and clutched her vacillation bosom. He pinched her teat hard, drawing a sharp gasp as she threw her point back. He did it again, then stretched his arm underneath her and did it to the nipple on the other big, beautiful tit. And again. And back to the inaugural erect nipple. Lori tensed each meter, but decided he was still within the bounds of the services he had purchased.

The last prison term Saint George took a tight grip on her nipple, he didn't release it. Lori swung her head around and look perplexedly at him. The uncomfortableness was evident in her saying. Her centre suddenly grew wide as she felt a finger dip into her asshole. George IV slid it in and out, just as his rooster slid in and out of her pussy. He released her chest and jammed his finger as far up her ass as he could. He began to construct circles with his wrist, which stretched her anus a little at a time. He continued to fuck her pussy. His finger's breadth slid back to the edge of her arse, then two fingers plunged in. He pumped her pussy some more. Then three fingers plunged into her ass. She cried out. He fucked her, he opened her shit wider. He slurped out of her twat, withdrew his digits from her ass, then pressed the straits of his tool against her giving up rectum. With four or five curt thrusts, he was inside. Then he stopped moving completely. She gasped, then whimpered. The sensation of the hot cock in her cocksucker overwhelmed her completely ; it was a shrill, unrelenting nuisance that never lessened, no matter how many men she let in there. George wriggled around, rather than thrust, inside her. To Lori, it felt as if she had to empty her bowels. He explored her soundbox with his hands, his clapper, wherever he could reach out. Her tits, her wooden leg, her ass, her back, her stomach, her pussy all got fondled by his hands. Her neck, her auricle, her back, her arms got licked and kissed. He took his own confection clip. She knew he wanted her sassing, and obligingly turned her face towards him. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, and said,"Soon !"He began to shake his pelvic arch slowly, a shade farther each sentence, until he was fucking her asshole. In and out of her close anus his prick slid, each poke as disconcerting as the last. He fucked faster. His orchis slapped against her cunt.

"okeh, now ! I'm set up !"he moaned, and after one hard, deep poking, pulled right of her asshole, and began jerking himself. Lori swung around, grateful that the sore intrusion was over, and opened her mouth, before she could think too long about what she was about to do. George eagerly jammed his cock between her waiting brim. Shit. She could taste her own shit. She wanted to be sick. But she clamped her lips onto it anyway, and proceeded to give way him the best blowjob she was able of. She bobbed her head as fast as she could, pressing her back talk against the gumshoe that had just left her dickhead as tightly as she could, trying to progress to him cum as quickly as she could. George VI took the back of her top dog in both hands, and pulled it deeper down his irradiation. He took over the rhythm of her apparent motion, thrusting his hips into her face. When she thought she was just about to gag, his cum filled the end of the rubber. He cried out, and thrust again. And again, until he was spent and fell back onto the bed.

Lori was drained. She just wanted to get out of there as soon as she possibly could. But George lazily reached up and cupped her breast with his hired man, kneading it gently, slowly and lightly. Lori was an experienced enough floozy to know that pulling away now would allow a bad opinion - the last thing he would think of was that this was a business dealings after all. Not at all beneficial for her reputation or for repeat business. Instead, she subtly sped thing along by saying,"Here, let me look after that,"as she carefully peeled the swampy rubber off his now-limp penis. Holding it up between forefinger and thumb, she had the perfect alibi to go out the bed. After disposing of it, she fished her lipstick and brush from her purse and sat in forepart of the mirror. The trick now, she knew, was to keep back doing sexy things while she prepared to leave. Like fixing her lipstick and pulling her copse through her predate tomentum while she was still topless. Like asking him to throw out her panties over to her. Like excusing herself use the adeptness before she dressed ( leaving the doorway open, of class ), then coming back into the room before slipping into her scanty, and reaching languorously across his naked consistency to recollect her bra, affording him one more flavour of her knocker, before sitting on the bed beside him to put it on, which gave him the opportunity to fondle her nylon-clad wooden leg as her bare breasts disappeared from his perspective. She stood in front of him as she donned her silky blouse, legs slightly apart, and he didn't waste his last prospect to experience her crotchless pantyhose. She couldn't help but placard that his cock was beginning to stir again. She pulled on her black skirt.

"Lori,"George II began tentatively,"is there any chance we could ... I could talk you into giving me another ... um, fast blowjob before you leave ?"He saw her vacillation, and named a generous Price quickly. She nodded, too hastily, she admonished herself. The trick is to make it look to the client like the money's not crucial.

She began to remove her skirt again, but George said"No, no ! Please don't undress !"A clean safe emerged from her purse. She knelt on the bed between his wooden leg and took his half-erect prick in her hands. Stroking it gently, she leaned over and ran her tongue across his chunk and onto the shaft. Then she took the shaft in her mouth and sucked it until it was hard, which didn't select too long at all. She could taste his cum. There was a ring of fresh lip rouge at the top of his bare penis where her lips had first made contact. The condom disappeared into her mouthpiece, the reappeared seconds later over his cock.

Lori sucked surd and fast. Once again, George's hands began to roam over her body, but they stayed outside her apparel. Within a few minutes he had spurted again, and he groaned in delight. She quickly removed the rubber, reapplied her lip rouge, and bade him farewell. At the door, they pecked each early on the lips as George handed her the extra bills."Thanks. You were great,"he told her."I fulfilled a fantasy today. Not too many female child would do that, you know."Lori knew. She felt herself reddening.

Lori's job was done. She went straight back to her car, painfully aware that she ran the danger of being late for retrieving her child from school for lunch. Her bottom was still sore on the drive back. And she was pretty certainly that she was not imagining the taste that lingered in her mouth.

At school, her child waited for her. She was only seconds behind the bell, and the schoolyard bustled with parents and kids. Little Alicia pursed her lips for a kiss when she saw her mom, but Lori had to release her own foreland to the side to piddle her daughter kiss her brass. A rent appeared at the corner of her eye. She couldn't kiss her own children because she hadn't washed the shit out of her mouthpiece after taking money to let some stranger fuck her ass then total in her mouth !

cover at place, she rushed to the bathroom, where she scrubbed her tooth and gargled with strong mouthwash. Then she went into her bedroom to get out of her sophisticated hooker costume. When Lori had removed her chick and blouse, the door opened and Alicia walked in, eying her mother in her aphrodisiac underclothing.

I know why you wear those odd pantyhose, mom !"she declared. Lori's venter knotted in an blink of an eye."So you can pee easier !"Alicia finished.

"That's right, dearly,"Lori lied. But please don't citation it to dad, she added to herself .