Lori Follis, wife of Richard Follis, banker ; mother of two, drove the fry to school on this particular morning because of the dog she wore. Normally, they would take the air the few blocks to school, but the estimate of walking there and back in the black, three inch pump, sheer deep-tan one-sided nylons and short annulus did not attract to her in the least. The pretty, just complected and colored haired thirty-two year old housewife left her car in the drop-off area beside the school while she escorted the children into the school yard. As common, there were a jumble of tike, mothers and Father-God, nanny-goat and school stave scurrying around as she saw the minor safely into gaming with their friends. She wasn't at all surprised by the big smiles and surreptitious glances at her legs she received from more than than a few of the Fatherhood as she strode across the school grounds as unsexily as she possibly could in those heels.

"Thank God they don't know !"she thought with a blush. What they didn't know was that they were ogling a distich of crotchless pantyhose, with a tiny little brace of panties over them. And that for a few hundred one dollar bill, any one of them could be fucking her. She leaned over to kiss Robbie and Alicia good-bye, careful to save the cover of her burn up skirt in a goodish position.

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

"The bureau called finish Night,"Lori replied truthfully."They've got a job for me downtown today."The family thought she worked for an authority temp agency - not an escort agency that catered to men with expensive, and often unusual, tastes in women.

"Are you going to work in somebody's office again ?"Alicia continued.

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

binding in her car, she discarded the conservative cap concealing the very aphrodisiac white satin blouse that crossed over her beautiful, perfectly shaped bosom. Richard always said that you really couldn't differentiate how big her pinhead were until you saw them naked. What Richard didn't know was just how many men knew exactly how big her tit were. She drove leisurely downtown, knowing that she would be there well ahead of her appointment. There was a food Margaret Court under an office construction that was connected to the hotel, so Lori joined the throngs of office workers getting their morning burnt umber, and sat down at a table to enjoy hers, before she had to take off her clothes and put up herself to George - whoever he turned out to be.

The means didn't have too many women who only worked in the daylight, but they did sustain a surprising issue of clients who wanted to cocker their peccadillo during business hours. Lori was the agency's daytime"speciality"young lady. She had very few limitation. Once she discovered that she could make a lot to a greater extent money by doing affair the other daughter wouldn't, she swallowed whatever pride she had left, and told the delegacy she'd do just about anything that didn't leave visible crisscross on her organic structure. George V had made it clear to the means that he wanted a woman's ass, so Lori got the claim. Lori knew she wasn't the only girl at the means who would take it up the ass, but it was something that not all the accompaniment would do.

The Follis home had debts. Unpleasant debts. Richard, for all his knowledge of finance and money management, had placed a few very large, very stupid bets - using money borrowed from somebody his bookie recommended. They were well behind on their mortgage payments to Richard's bank, but that was just how it was going to have to be if Richard wanted to keep on his legs intact. What an enforcer might do to him would be doubly sore if his own office ever found out what he'd done. Lori was determined not to lose the family. She was already humiliated by the unhurt position, so picking up the phone to call off the date authority - the most"exclusive"one she could ascertain in the underground newspapers - to ask for a job turned out not to be completely impossible, as she would ingest thought. But it was extremely difficult. Richard, the idiot, seemed to desire to buy the account that she could make one thousand of clam as a temp. Lately, she had been careful to keep him out of her personal finance, which didn't surprise him at all based on his recent track record. The Sooner she could pay off the debt, the Sooner she could stop working as a harlot. hombre like St. George just sped things up.

With a last glance at her watch, she picked up her purse and walked, much more sexily this time, into the entrance hall of the hotel. She picked up the theatre phone, and asked for Mr. Smithson's elbow room. The entrance hall connected her.

"Hello ?"

"Hello, George. My gens is Lori. The agency sent me over to claver you this morning,"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 bear heard the sexy murmur. Either way, she blushed.

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

After a light lift trip, Lori found herself knocking on the door of room 2215. She saw the peephole darken for a second, then the door opened. George, as it happened, was a late XL, tall man, quite bald on top, greyness on the slope, but not at all bad looking. He wore a hotel bathrobe.

He invited her interior, and kissed her brass."You're very pretty,"he said."You know I asked for something especial, right ?"

"I do,"Lori said, putting on a sexy smirk."Sounds like fun."She turned around so that her cute ass faced him."You like ?"She asked, looking into his eyes over her articulatio humeri. George took the opportunity to put his helping hand on her buttocks.

He caressed it gently, and murmured,"Oh, yes."His former hand slid up Lori's side, and tentatively slip under her arm where the fingertips tickled the away edge of her tit, through her bra."The money's over there,"he continued, nodding at a little passel of hundred on the desk.



Lori gave George a minuscule peck on the nerve, and walked out of his hands and into the money. Safely stashing the fee in her purse, she removed a couple of safety from it before returning to George III.

pickings her cue from the fact that George hadn't dressed to run into her, Lori said."I'll bet you'd like to get out of that housecoat first, and then we can take our time getting me out of my wearing apparel. Do you like my little corps de ballet ?"She turned slowly, giving St. George a chance to drink in her beauty. The mid-thigh, flared, pleated doll was dim, which contrasted nicely with the lily-white, sheer, low-necked satin blouse, through which her black push-up bra was clearly visible. The nylons were very filmy, and just dark enough to be obvious. They were calculated to shit any man want to slip his hands up under her wench, whether he knew she was a cyprian or not.

"Oh, yeah, baby. You're so fucking sexy ! So ass-fucking sexy !"he laughed as he took her back into his arms. So he wants to mouth dirty, Lori noted."You like fucking Thomas Young lady up the cocksucker, do you ?"She whispered in his ear. She undid the housecoat and slipped it off his shoulder joint. His erection greeted her immediately. She'd seen cock-a-hoop cocks in a professional capacity, which was important to moot when she thought about where it was going. At least it wasn't some monster penis that would make her anus hurt for days. George VI kissed her on the lip, 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 share of the job was big 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 bosom firmly. Their tongues mingled, and Lori took his penis into her hired hand. It was straight and business firm. She caressed it gently, slowly, careful not to cause an accident.

George I's handwriting slid down Lori's back, across her firm ass, where it lingered for a moment, then down to her pantyhose. On its way back up, his hired hand slid under her dame, rising until it found the edge of the cutaway model section under her cheek. His cock surged in her hand."Crotchless pantyhose ! Oh, yes ! screw, they turn me on."He groped her ass, then her thigh, then her ass again. And his knife slid back into her mouth.

"Let me assume your top off,"George stated. He found the I button on the inside of the top, under her right bosom, undid it, and pulled the top out of her skirt. She helped him slide it off her shoulders, and stood before him in her bird and sexy blackamoor bra.

"puff up the skirt - slowly,"he commanded. Lori did what was asked of her, and when the skirt was just below her genital organ - when the cutaway border was barely seeable - she pirouetted slowly, exposing her ass cheeks for a rip secondment. George moved towards her, caressed her articulatio humeri for a moment, then reached down her rachis to unclasp her bra.

"It opens from the front,"Lori giggled as she reached up to loosen it. George slapped her hand away, firmly but gently, and undid it himself. He slid his hired hand under the open side of meat, and brushed the cups off her bosom as he took each one in his hands. Then he sat on the edge of the bed in social movement of her.

"Beautiful. Fucking gorgeous bosom,"he commented. Her pink nipples stood at attention after his ministrations. Then his aid became riveted onto her left hand."You're married ?"he asked incredulously. shucks ! She'd forgotten to luxate her anchor ring into her purse. She nodded uncomfortably."Does your married man know you do this ?"

"Yes,"she lied quickly. dear not to give him any approximation of blackmail.

He searched her optic."Kyd ?"

She started to shake her read/write head, but realized that her aspect had given her away, and looking at her shoes said quietly,"Yes."

"So this is what - a Falco subbuteo ? Bored housewife breaks up the day with a little anal intercourse and fellatio between the laundry and the vacuuming ?"

Lori was blushing furiously by now."Something like that,"she muttered."looking at, I don't want to tattle about my kids, okay ?"She had crossed her branch in front of her breasts.

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

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

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

His cock was literally twitching as he contemplated the berth that he had fallen into. Lori decided it was sentence to get down to forge. The sooner she was out of here the better - but she knew she'd skillful please this guy. She couldn't afford bad reports back to the agency. Too much depended on her getting a lot of money in a shortsighted metre.

A condom was mandate for copulation, but she didn't mind a little unwritten sex without one. Lori knelt in front of George and cupped his egg in one script. With the other she stroked the shaft. She kissed the tip of his penis, then licked it a few clock time to lubricate it. She looked up at his grimace, and purred,"I'm going to fellate your beautiful fucking cock. cook it skillful and concentrated for my tight slight asshole."Her head bobbed down over the peter, and she began the work of blowing him. She had become very adept at cocksucking in the few calendar month she had been selling herself. She knew how to keep him far enough from the border that there was no danger of getting a mouthful, but excited enough that he knew he was getting a tremendous blowjob. Her rim, her tongue, her hands, all worked in concert. George II moaned, then chuckled,"I'll bet there's a safe on it the next time it's in your mouth."Without breaking the calendar method, Lori looked up at him and scrunched up her brow, with a questioning"Hnnh ?"from her pharynx.

"Oh ! Hmmm ... I guess this would be a good time to secernate you exactly what I want. You'll suck me for a while - this is fucking marvelous - then I'll strip off your annulus and panties, and get it on your pussy. I want those gorgeous pantyhose on the totally time."Lori continued to fellate him slowly."Then you'll get on your hired hand and articulatio genus on the bed, tits down and ass up, and I'll pin it back in your cunt for a bit. I'll be working on your asshole with my fingers, to open it up. When you're ready, I'll clout out of your puss and stick it up your ass. I assume the safety is for the screw parts, correct ?"Lori grunted a"yes"from her pretty, busybodied mouth.

"Okay, then I'll fuck your ass until I'm getting close. When I tell you, you'll whip around and suck me off, with the safety on, until I come in your mouthpiece. okey ?"

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

George took her head in his hand and stared back at her."I was told that you would go around the existence. Mouth, slit, ass and oral cavity. When you go around the world, you end up where you started off, okay ? search, they told me you'll do just about anything. That's what I'm paying you for."They held the stare for a long while, in muteness. Lori thought about the money in her purse. Finally, she asked,"Can I take the condom off so you can really number in my lip ? ”, thinking that would be the lesser of evilness.

George shook his head with a tight smile."No, that would shoot down the intent, wouldn't it ?"

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

George spoke to her kindly now."All rightfulness, then. What do you say we get you out of the skirt now ?"Lori rose to her feet in front of him, correctly assuming that he would want to extend undressing her himself. He found the clasp on the sash of her dame and undid it quickly. Soon it was at her human foot, and George drank in the ken of her in null but lean black scanty, crotchless pantyhose and aphrodisiacal heels.

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

"When they're crotchless, and when I'm ... working, yes,"she replied."Men like to see me in these matter,"she continued, running her hands lightly across the nylon."It's a lot easier to bring off your pantie if you don't have to take off and put back on your pantyhose and shoes, too."

"Right, off with them, then !"Saint George pulled her panties down to her feet, feeling her leg through her nylons all the way down. Her neatly trimmed pussy quickly captured his attention. His hands slid back up her long peg, then darted between the shapely limbs when his fingers left the nylon and found bare flesh at the very top of her milky second joint. He worked his mediate finger into her pussy, then a distich more when she parted her peg for him.

"Fuck me,"she invited in her sexy susurration."Shove your shaft up my pussy ... 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 mouth 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 condom,"she said with a sly grin. She took it out of the housecoat and put it in her mouth. George nodded his favourable reception, and rolled onto his backrest, hard-on sticking straight up. Lori positioned herself over him, one knee on either incline of his nous, facing his loins, then leaned over to throw her sass access to his phallus. George IV wasted no fourth dimension in getting his deal onto her leg, caressing the nylon and the build she presented to him. One hand slid up to her breast, tweaking her nipples firmly. With her lingua and her wet mouth, Lori rolled the rubber down the length of his shaft. He kneaded her breasts, her thighs and her bum while she bobbed her pretty head up and down his tool. She focused on his groan, little racket, the calendar method of his aristocratic poke, and the pulsing of the veins in his hard penis, so that she could tell when to ease up on her suction and prevent him from coming during the preliminary cock sucking. George's mouthpiece had found Lori's naked kitty - or rather, Lori had lowered her naked slit onto George II's mouth - where he snaked his glossa up and down the slit, from the tasty little hard clitoris at its top, to the sloppy, hot, wet hole at the hindquarters. It was clear to George I that Lori's puss was ready to be stuffed.

"I want to love you now,"George mumbled into Lori's pussy."Lie down !"

Lori pulled her back talk off his cock with a flash slurp. She swung her nyloned leg over his case and knelt on the bed while George III moved to give her room to lie down. She took her plaza with her pass on the pillow, then drew her knees up to her chest and spread her legs encompassing open. Her hot kitty-cat glistened, open and usable in front of him, framed beautifully by her crotchless pantyhose and aphrodisiacal inglorious heel. George climbed eagerly on top of her. Reaching around under her proper leg, she found his stopcock and guided it into her waiting quim. George lowered his weight onto her thorax, and began to pump into her slowly. He pressed his backtalk against hers, spearing his tongue into her mouth 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 delight as well as his, she would take 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 trick about that. And so, inevitably, George stopped fucking her before her fourth dimension, and ordered her onto her hands and knees. It was fourth dimension to get down to business.

George VI moved into spatial relation behind his lady of pleasure and slammed back into her with one intemperate thrust. He pumped a bit harder this time. While one bridge player fondled the ball of her adorable unit of ammunition bottom, the former slid up her back, around her side and clutched her vacillation breast. He pinched her nipple laborious, drawing a sharply pant as she threw her head 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 first erect nipple. Lori tensed each time, but decided he was still within the leaping of the serve he had purchased.

The lowest time Saint George took a tight grip on her nipple, he didn't departure it. Lori swung her principal around and look perplexedly at him. The irritation was manifest in her verbalism. Her centre suddenly grew encompassing as she felt a finger's breadth plunge into her asshole. George slid it in and out, just as his hammer slid in and out of her bitch. He released her white meat and jammed his fingerbreadth as far up her ass as he could. He began to stool circles with his wrist, which stretched her anus a little at a clock time. He continued to fuck her pussy. His finger slid back to the edge of her asshole, 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 asshole wider. He slurped out of her puss, withdrew his digit from her ass, then pressed the foreland of his stopcock against her conceding rectum. With four or five shortsighted poke, he was inside. Then he stopped moving completely. She gasped, then whimpered. The whizz of the hot stopcock in her asshole overwhelmed her completely ; it was a penetrating, unrelenting pain that never lessened, no issue 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 consistence with his deal, his lingua, wherever he could accomplish. Her tits, her stage, her ass, her back, her stomach, her puss all got fondled by his deal. Her neck opening, her pinna, her back, her weaponry got lap up and kissed. He took his own sweetly time. She knew he wanted her mouthpiece, and obligingly turned her brass towards him. He plunged his knife into her mouth, and said,"Soon !"He began to rock his pelvic arch slowly, a shade farther each meter, until he was fucking her asshole. In and out of her tight anus his prick slid, each thrust as disconcerting as the last. He fucked faster. His testicle slapped against her cunt.

"OK, now ! I'm ready !"he moaned, and after one hard, deep poking, pulled right of her asshole, and began jerking himself. Lori swung around, grateful that the sore trespass was over, and opened her oral cavity, before she could consider too long about what she was about to do. George VI eagerly jammed his stopcock between her waiting lips. tinker's dam. She could taste her own asshole. She wanted to be regurgitate. But she clamped her lips onto it anyway, and proceeded to commit him the intimately cock sucking she was able of. She bobbed her oral sex as fast as she could, pressing her lips against the dick that had just left her SOB as tightly as she could, trying to wee-wee him cum as quickly as she could. George took the binding of her head in both hands, and pulled it deeper down his shaft. He took over the rhythm of her question, thrusting his rosehip into her fount. When she thought she was just about to gag, his cum filled the end of the condom. 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 white meat with his hired man, kneading it gently, slowly and lightly. Lori was an experienced enough Fighting Joe Hooker to make out that pulling away now would allow a bad impression - the final thing he would commemorate was that this was a business dealings after all. Not at all good for her repute or for repeat business. Instead, she subtly sped things along by saying,"Here, let me look after that,"as she carefully peeled the soggy condom off his now-limp phallus. Holding it up between forefinger and thumb, she had the perfect excuse to allow for the bed. After disposing of it, she fished her lipstick and brush from her purse and sat in nominal head of the mirror. The john now, she knew, was to save doing aphrodisiac things while she prepared to leave. Like fixing her lipstick and pulling her brush through her prey hairsbreadth while she was still braless. Like asking him to toss her scanty over to her. Like excusing herself use the facilities before she dressed ( leaving the door open, of course ), then coming back into the room before slipping into her panties, and reaching languorously across his bare body to retrieve her bra, affording him one more look of her tit, before sitting on the bed beside him to put it on, which gave him the chance to caress her nylon-clad pegleg as her bare white meat disappeared from his view. She stood in front of him as she donned her silky blouse, legs slightly apart, and he didn't waste his survive chance to experience her crotchless pantyhose. She couldn't assistance but notice that his cock was beginning to excite again. She pulled on her black skirt.

"Lori,"St. George began tentatively,"is there any chance we could ... I could talk you into giving me another ... um, quick blowjob before you leave ?"He saw her hesitation, and named a generous Price quickly. She nodded, too hastily, she admonished herself. The prank is to make it seem to the customer like the money's not important.

She began to slay her skirt again, but George said"No, no ! Please don't undress !"A clean prophylactic emerged from her purse. She knelt on the bed between his pegleg and took his half-erect prick in her hands. Stroking it gently, she leaned over and ran her tongue across his balls and onto the beam of light. Then she took the barb in her rima oris and sucked it until it was hard, which didn't film too long at all. She could savor his cum. There was a ring of refreshing lipstick at the top of his naked penis where her rim had first made contact. The condom disappeared into her mouth, the reappeared seconds later over his cock.

Lori sucked hard and fast. Once again, George II's deal began to roam over her body, but they stayed outside her clothes. Within a few minutes he had spurted again, and he groaned in delight. She quickly removed the condom, reapplied her lip rouge, and bade him farewell. At the door, they pecked each other on the lips as George II handed her the extra neb."Thanks. You were enceinte,"he told her."I fulfilled a fancy today. Not too many lady friend 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 peril of being late for retrieving her kids from school for lunch. Her merchantman was still sore on the thrust back. And she was pretty sure that she was not imagining the gustatory modality that lingered in her mouth.

At school, her children waited for her. She was only seconds behind the Bell, and the schoolyard bustled with parents and kids. trivial Alicia pursed her lips for a candy kiss when she saw her mummy, but Lori had to turn her own pass to the side to make her daughter kiss her cheek. A tear appeared at the recession of her eye. She couldn't kiss her own child because she hadn't washed the red cent out of her backtalk after taking money to let some stranger fuck her ass then hail in her sass !

Back at menage, she rushed to the bathroom, where she scrubbed her teeth and gargled with inviolable gargle. Then she went into her bedroom to get out of her advanced hooker costume. When Lori had removed her doll and blouse, the door opened and Alicia walked in, eying her mother in her sexy underclothes.

I know why you wear those funny pantyhose, mom !"she declared. Lori's stomach knotted in an New York minute."So you can pee easier !"Alicia finished.

"That's right, high-priced,"Lori lied. But delight don't credit it to dad, she added to herself .