Streetwalker
Streetwalker
Sex Story Author: | fbailey |
Sex Story Excerpt: | One guy had fingered her pussy too. When she got in the car, I drove off. We didn’t get |
Sex Story Category: | Anal |
Sex Story Tags: | Anal, Consensual Sex, Fiction, Male/Female, Mature, Prostitution, Romance |
Fbailey story number 213
Streetwalker
My wife and I enjoy a little roll playing in our marriage. My two favorite roll-playing games are the “Little Catholic Schoolgirl” and the “Streetwalker.”
I love it when my beautiful wife puts on a “Catholic Schoolgirl” outfit that she got at a yard sale last summer. Usually I’m the “Head Mater” and have to punish her for something. She really gets into it too. It sure makes for some really good sex afterwards.
Now the “Streetwalker” allows my tall slender wife to shop for things that she would never wear normally. At one yard sale she picked up the smallest little bikini that I had ever seen. It was meant for a baby and then she asked me how I would like to see her in that at the beach. I got an instant hard-on and had to go over and check out the tools that the lady had for sale.
My wife is what I call a walking wet dream. She is of Italian decent, tall, thin, and gorgeous. She turns heads everywhere we go. She is smart, educated, and a fashion buyer for a local department store.
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Hi, I’m Cynthia, I’m twenty-six years old, five feet nine inches tall in my stocking feet, my figure is a statuesque 36-24-36, and my bra cup is a C. My husband of two years calls me his walking wet dream and I have heard that from other men too. I have raven black hair to my waist, deep dark eyes, and olive skin from my ethnic background. My complexion is perfect. Other than two holes in each ear I have no piercings, tattoos, or birthmarks.
We are a match made in heaven. We are both tall, dark, and handsome if you would call me handsome that is. Since he is six feet one inch tall I almost always were four-inch heels whenever I am out. I have a four-year degree in business and shop for a living. Actually I am the buyer for a large department store in town. I get to travel all over for my job but mostly a trip to New York City once a month does it for me.
Sexually we like to roll play. I especially enjoy flashing strangers. I have a whole wardrobe of sex clothes that I only wear on special occasions. I like letting strange men look down my top at my amply breasts or up my skirt at my panties if I am wearing any. I have shelf bras, open ended bras, and I have crotchless panties too.
My husband enjoys it most when we play “Catholic Schoolgirl” and “Streetwalker.” Although “Catholic Schoolgirl” is sweet I really get off on the “Streetwalker.” I think about her as a different person. I’m the tight-ass straight-laced businesswoman but the “Streetwalker” is a cheap sleazy whore that is willing to spread her legs for anyone with the price of admission.
My husband will drop me off somewhere downtown and I’ll stand on a corner looking trashy and wait for someone to try to pick me up. I wear next to nothing and flaunt myself like my inner whore wants me too and then I turn the guy down. When my husband finally comes around of course I play hard to get but I get in the car with him. Instead of going home to fuck me he takes me to the cheapest dive on the street, you know the ones where you rent the room for an hour and have to change the sheets on the bed yourself. There are no drapes on the windows, a neon light flashed in the room, and you don’t even sit on the toilet seat to pee. The disgusting low-life atmosphere just adds to the excitement and gives me some of the best orgasms of my life.
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One Saturday night after dark I dropped my “Streetwalker” off in a new neighborhood downtown. I drove around the block and parked just far enough away to keep an eye on her. Cynthia was standing with a couple of other girls that seemed to be giving her a hard time. She sure attracted attention being so beautiful and all. She leaned into a couple of cars to talk to the driver and then called one of the other girls over to close the deal. When she was alone I started up my car and drove up to her. She leaned in and showed me a whole lot of cleavage and the men behind her a whole lot of ass. We talked, haggled over the price, and then she flipped out a tit to seal the deal. Meanwhile a couple of guys had walked by her and rubbed her exposed ass cheeks as they passed.
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