Betty slugged me in the arm and laughed. We hadn’t had a customer in a while, the coffee shop always went dead after lunchtime. And our conversation had gone to the place it normally did, sex. “So you struck out again! I keep telling you to watch out for those redheads. They are tricky! Fuck, how long has it been?” I had just regaled her with my trip to the bar last night. How I had spent over a hundred bucks on drinks fo...

After returning from Lilly’s home, I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling. It was weird. To have gone into her house in the night, fucked her, and just left her lying there with my cum dripping out of her slit. Didn’t even say goodbye. Of course that was part of the deal. I didn’t know if the normal pleasantries would count as ‘casual conversation,’ something strictly forbidden by article two of Lilly’s contract. Fuck,...

Betty saw through my lies yesterday, completely picked apart my story like some sort of sexual Sherlock Holmes. If I had gone back today claiming my dry spell continued, she would have known. So I tried a feint. I left Lilly untouched that morning, having only time to explore her home before the coffee shop opened. That turned to my advantage. I was already clocked in when Betty unlocked the door, beelined for me as I was...

I had made a promise to pace myself with Lilly. That I would take my time and not overindulge. But if you break a promise to yourself, does it really matter? At least that’s what I told myself as I moaned with satisfaction, my cock pumping a load deep into her warm, wet muff. No roleplay, no buildup. I went home with schoolgirl Lilly’s amazing blowjob on my mind and just got hornier and hornier till I couldn’t stand it. A...