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Granny loves you

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Don’t you just love it that your Granny loves you. And you know about all the ways that I love you. Just look at my picture. See how I love all my strong men. I just love it when you come to play with me and I love it even more when you bring some of your friends. I love it when you touch my tits, my pussy, my ass and when you stick that big strong dick of yours down my throat. And you know that I love it when you and your friends take turns sticking those big strong dicks in all of my holes.  I love all the special games that we play.  All the ways that we play hide the weiner.  I even like it when you use a real weiner in my pussy and then let me eat it when you take it out of my pussy.   I love all the games that you come up with and I am looking forward to  playing all of the games that you are going to tell me about the next time you come over or call.  You have such a good imagination and you know that your granny has never been able to tell you no about any game you have ever wanted to play.   You make your granny feel like such a dirty slut and you know how much I love feeling like a dirty slut. That just lets me know that you love me. Call me now at: 1-800-485-9561.so that we can talk about how much you love to fuck  your granny.

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Stay My Whore

Stay My Whore

The sarcasm wasn’t the only thing dripping.  Your cum was running down my cheek, dripping down onto my breast. I make a motion to move and you stop me. ” No, stay just like that for a moment,” you say as you reach for the table next to me.  Your camera is there and you take the picture before I can protest.  My hair is tousled from your hands, my lips are full and pouty, your cum is everywhere, it is one of the hottest pictures I have ever seen of myself.  “I want a copy of that, and no photo sharing,” I laughingly tease.  I glance over, and I see it, hardly believing my eyes.  Though I knew it would be there.   A wad a cash, fanned out just so on the table.  I look back at you and you have this grin on your face, showing those damn sexy dimples.  “I told you I pay my whores well,” that grin still in place.  “But, for now, let’s move into the bedroom, there is a tight little ass that I plan on fucking hard tonight!” He took my hand and walked me to the bedroom and stopped at the door.  “So, are you going to stay my whore for the night?” He asked it so casually, yet, it was the question, the one he has been waiting all of this time to get an answer for.

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SUZANNE

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The Whore Knows How To Please!

Taste Me

I totally got into the part of the whore.  He knew he had teased me enough about it, but now, I was actually going to play the part, fully.  Again I said, “Are you ready for your whore to please you?”  You shake your head up and down and I stand up, taking your hand in mine, you stand with me. “Which way is your bedroom?” You point and we start to move in that direction.

I pause as we enter through the bedroom doorway and pull you up against me.  I kiss you, gentle at first, then deeper and I devour your mouth, sucking your tongue inside, nibbling on that lower lip.  I surprise you a bit, the aggressive kiss continuing, I walk you backwards to the bed and end the kiss by pushing you down on the mattress.  I straddle you, kissing my way along your jawline, up to your ear.  Licking my way up the lobe, dipping around the whorls, whispering, “I am your whore.”I am in control, of that, you have no doubt.

“You wanted a whore,  you got one,” I say.  I start kissing my way down your torso, licking, tasting, sucking on the head of your cock. I lick my way down to your balls, teasing them, sucking them.  I taste them, feel them harden in my mouth.

I push you back and I lick my way to your ass, spreading your legs wide over my shoulders.  I lick you, tickling you at first, teasing you with my wet little tongue.  Your puckered little ass is quiver with each lick.  I push a little harder and I can feel you move against me.   I lick you with the flat of my tongue, a long, fluid lapping of your ass.  I lavish complete attention on you, rubbing you with my fingertip, alternating between my finger an my tongue.  I feel you hand buried deep in my hair.  I reach up and stroke your cock while rimming that tight little ass.  I love the power I feel as I do this.  Your cock is throbbing in my hand, it has it own pulse and I can feel the muscles of your ass loosen and open as I continue my assault there, eating you completely.  I push my tongue deeper inside of your ass and  I stroke you faster and faster.

“I know how I want you to cum,” I  say.  I move my mouth between your ass and your balls.  It is all about pleasing you, it is all about being the whore and providing you with total pleasure.  I can feel you almost at that peak and I reposition myself just as you start to squirt your hot cum.  My face is there, your cum lands all over it, spiking my eyelashes, covering my cheeks, my lips, it is in my hair and I rub your cock across my skin.  I smile at you now, that knowing smile.  “So, did this whore know how to please?” Sarcasm was dripping from every word.

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SUZANNE

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Whore For the Night!

Let me be your whore...

I wasn’t sure how to dress, sexy, of course, but not sure what I should wear.  Then I had an idea.  A perfectly delicious idea.  He wanted a whore for the night, well, he would get one.  I arrived, pressed the button on the elevator and went up to the 5th floor.  I knocked on his door, but I was a nervous wreck!  What I was going to do next was so out of character for me I almost ran back to the elevator.  Almost, then I heard the lock and the door swung open.

He smiled at me and said, “Hello Suzanne, please come in.”  I walked past, knowing he was watching me intently, he could smell the light musky scent of my perfume, my favorite, totally my own.  My blonde curls were down, framing my face and shoulders like a golden halo. I wanted it to be soft for tonight.  I was wearing a long,  soft, lambs wool coat, a tawny brown color.  My heels were peeking out beneath and you could make out the sheer black material of my stockings.  “Let me take your coat,” Your hands moved to my shoulders and you withdrew my coat and I heard your swift intake of breath.

I looked like sex standing there in front of you, complete eye candy that you wanted to taste immediately.  From my toes up I was dressed to entice.  Flowery printed sheer black stockings, red silk garter with black lace trim holding them up.  The red demi cup bra, edged in that same black lace, barely covered my nipples and the thong panties in the same matching colors could hardly be called that at all.  My nipples were hard, partially from the cold outside but mostly from the heat inside.  I am facing you now, a slight knowing smile on my red lips.  I reach out and touch you.  Trace my red fingernails down the buttons of you silk dress shirt, ending at the bulge between your legs, caressing you through your linen slacks.  Slowly, you guide me to the living room couch.  My hands are quick and I open the button and your pants pool at your feet.  You sit down on the couch and I smoothly glide down your body,  taking your hard cock right into my mouth.  I lick you, from the tip of your head to the base of your balls, licking, sucking, teasing.  I devour you, tasting your precum, totally enjoying being the whore that you wanted for the evening.  I look up at you and with a dazzling smile as I stroke your cock, I say, “Ready for your whore to please you?”

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SUZANNE

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Name Your Price

Let Me Be Your Whore

The plans were made, the date and time, Friday, 6pm, his place.  We had met online, chatted for a while, and eventually moved to talking on the phone.    He was forward, but not pushy.  He made it known exactly what was on his mind.  Sex.  Plain and simple, wild, uninhibited sex.  It is not exactly like we were kids, too afraid to bring up the subject.  I was a mature woman, almost forty and he a couple of years older than that.  We got along great, I flirted shamelessly and the conversations always ended up the same way.  Talking about sex.

The first time he said it, I laughed, surely he was kidding.  Then he spoke again, and a serious tone I had not quite heard before was in his voice.  He meant every word.  “Name your price.  I want you to think of a price that you feel would be a good payment amount and I want you to name it.  Name your price to come to my place for the evening.  I want you to be my whore for the night.  Name your price.  No strings, one night, walk away afterwards.  Name your price.  Meet me, have a night with me.  Name your price.”

I was dumbfounded, I could hardly speak but found the need to lightly laugh, that nervous kind of laughter.  I knew I should feel offended in some small way, but I wasn’t.  I was intrigued.  It was a proposition, that was for sure.  I felt my skin flush as I blushed just from the mere mention of those words.  Be his whore for the night.  It was scandalous.  It was desirable to me on some level and I began to contemplate.  Never deviating from my path, always following the rules, never taking a chance.  Well this time, I thought, I will.  I went for it and named a price, pretty sure I would be punished for my behavior on some level.  Now, the night was here. Time to be his whore.

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SUZANNE

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