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When I was living away from home studying at university, naturally you end up house sharing with your mates. One of my friends, Sally, did cam work and meetups to help support herself financially. Sally was quite tall at 6’2 and had a build like an Amazon. She had big tits and a big ass and, most appealingly, some long, toned legs, but it was all in proportion. As a result, she used to attract a lot of attention from guys in the club. Though we all knew about her extracurricular activities, we didn’t judge her, and she never brought her work home with her. She was very discreet, but I was curious.
We were toasting the end of a particularly long case study that we had been given with a 5000-word count.
“How’s your side hustle coming along?” I naturally asked, and Sally was very open about her life; she rarely gets embarrassed and was happy to tell details about her clients and requests.
“Business is good; it isn’t all dirty old men, you know. Of course there are some, but most were middle-aged men after something their wives aren’t giving them. Some are pretty fit; that makes the job easier,” Sally replied.
“Oooohh, tell me more; you must have some stories. What happens when you meet up with a client?” I looked at her eagerly awaiting more insight.
“Some it’s just companionship for a couple of hours, often sex in risky locations, the local park, telephone box, or public toilets, or they pay for a hotel for the evening.” Sally took another sip of her cocktail, starting to sense my curiosity was above that of just asking how she was doing.
“What services do you offer when you meet? “Are there any requests you won’t take on?” I retained full eye contact.
“I draw the line at needles or sharp objects, but everything else is fair game. You know you’re more kinky than your posh exterior lets on; I’ve seen your butt plug collection, by the way!” Sally retorted
I started to blush, and she playfully teased me, “You’ve gone red, hun; it’s okay; everyone tries anal at least once. Of course, it’s one of the most requested things from my clients.
“Well, I have to come clean: those butt plugs get a lot of use; I basically enjoy sticking big things up my arse.” As the cocktails were loosening my tongue, I admitted how much I loved anal and enjoying the sensation of having my ring stretched.
“That makes sense for some of the noises I’ve heard coming from your room late at night.” Sally looked over at me with a naughty and playful expression.
I got really embarrassed; I didn’t realise she had heard me before, and my mind races thinking how many times.
Reading my reaction, Sally said, “Don’t be like that; everyone masturbates. I only thought that’s what you were up to because I was doing the same.”
If this conversation hadn’t already excited me a little, then this detail had my imagination running away thinking about both of us in separate rooms next to each other playing with our arses and rubbing one out.
My pussy started to twinge, and I knew I was going to have some damp knickers. I got over my embarrassment and shared before the silence became awkward, “I can’t go a day without a play.”.
“Amen, sister,” Sally remarked. “I’ll know what you’re up to when your bedroom door is shut now.”
Sally then said, “You know I have a client who’s asked if I can bring a friend along; he’s willing to offer double money.” fatih escort She didn’t break eye contact telling me this information.
Sally could tell I was intrigued. “Well, how much are we talking?” I asked.
“£300 each, but this one is a bit more niche.” Sally trailed off into a bit of a whisper.
“For £300 I’d happily go round and blow him; is that normally what you charge?” I was shocked at the sum of money on offer.
“No! Meetups for a couple of hours aren’t that much, but this request is more, let’s say, personal and dirty than others I get, so he’s willing to pay more.” Sally said, getting a little closer to me opposite the table to keep the details private.
“For £300 for a couple of hours in the evening, easy. I’d be interested; no problem what he wants,” I proudly boasted.
“Are you sure? You’ve never done anything like this before, and this is a little more extreme.” Sally raised an eyebrow, asking me.
“Well, we would be doing it together. That’s a lot of money for me at the moment. I’m struggling and don’t want to ask Mum and Dad for more; they don’t have a lot. What is so extreme about this request?” I asked.
“If you want in, I’ll tell you, this would be a tidy little earner for us, but you cannot tell a soul; you have to promise that if you really want to be involved,” Sally had a very serious tone now.
“I’m in. I could really do with that money; I promise I won’t back out. Besides, I’ve not had a shag this term; I could do with some fun. What does he want with us?” I was waiting intently for Sally to spill the beans; she looked around to ensure no one was in earshot.
“He wants me to bring a friend along for toilet activities,” she whispered.
“Toilet activities? What do you mean?!” I enquired.
“Shhh…more discreet, he’s willing to pay us to drive to his house and piss and shit on him, still want in?” Sally looked awaiting my reply.
I took a moment to mull this over; these were pretty taboo kinks, though I was open-minded to them. I had fantasised before about seeing a well-built man sat on the toilet take a shit and even become aroused hearing women relieve themselves next to me in the toilets on campus or in town. I turned back to Sally. “I’m in. I can do that. I’m serious; count me in.”
“Well, well, well, who would have thought these drinks would be so lucrative? I will text the client and set up a date, but this needs to be secret; no one can find out. I have your word,” Sally wanted my guarantee.
“Promise, it’s not like I want anyone finding out either, trust me.” My tone seemed to convince Sally that I meant every word.
“Okay, leave it with me,” Sally confirmed, and with that, we finished our cocktails and hit the club.
The rest of the evening we didn’t bring it up again, and even the following day we chatted like normal amongst the other housemates and went to lectures the following day. I soon forgot about it, given we were semi-drunk in having the conversation; I doubted my account of the evening and assumed it may have been a wind-up.
That was until Monday the following week, it was late in the evening and I was just watching a film on my laptop in bed when there was a light knock on my bedroom door, “I’m decent” I replied and in came Sally.
“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” I didn’t realise çapa escort till after she was alluding to our chat from last week in the bar.
“I spoke to my client, and he’s told me his wife is going to a work event next Wednesday. Would that work for you?” Sally’s words instantly transported me back to our conversation in the bar last week…and the reality that I had committed to this.
“Err… yeah, I’m free Wednesday evening… so it’s going ahead?!” I replied, looking up from my laptop screen.
Sally sat on the bed. “Yeah, of course, although if you want to back out, now is your last chance to do so.”
Although nervous, I didn’t want to go back on my word to Sally: “No backing out; I’ll do it. Have you done this type of thing before?”
“Way ahead of you, yes, I have, and I’ve been to his house before, so he’s safe. He’s in his 50s, but he looks after himself, and he’s got more money if he likes you. I’ve also thought about breaking you in before we go, and that starts with being comfortable around each other naked.” Sally put one hand on my leg and reached into her jogging bottoms and started to masturbate.
Sally looked at me with desire and lust; she pulled down her tank top and let her big tits hang over as she now used her other hand to massage her nipple on her left boob. “Aren’t you going to join me?” she said in a very seductive tone.
With that, she stood up, turned her back to me, and bent over, very slowly pulling down her joggers to bit by bit reveal her tight round booty. She had a tiny black thong that, as she bent over, failed to cover the head of a butt plug that I could see in her ass.
I went from zero to horny in no time; her ass was so round but tight. Seeing the sight of her butt plug made me so wet, my knickers felt like I had a small accident, as Sally looked back, wiggling her big ass; my lack of protest told her I was enjoying the view.
I soon found my right hand underneath my lace French knickers and playing with myself. “Good girl, give in to your desires,” whispered Sally, not wanting to alert the rest of the house to what was happening.
I hadn’t had a lesbian experience in over a year during freshers, and I was surprised how horny I got because what I had been longing for recently was a big dick in my ass. But seeing the physique of Sally and the relief and facial expressions that masturbating was giving her, I simply couldn’t control myself.
It was like something primal in me; I was jealous of the pleasure she was having and had to join in. She removed her thong and climbed onto the bed on all fours, putting her ass in my direction and asking me, “Do you like my butt plug?
It was the first time I spoke since she started, “Yeah, I fucking do.” I pulled my knickers down to my ankles and started furiously rubbing away with the full sight of her ass in front of me.
Sally herself was rubbing away and moving her arse to tease me. “I’m guessing you have lube?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course.” I reached into my chest of drawers, and in the bottom drawer, under a t-shirt, was where I kept my toys and goodies.
I pulled out the lube, and Sally said, “Why don’t you lube up one of your toys and replace the butt plug that’s in my arse?”
I was dripping wet and had to focus on my own need for a minute to work off the horniness that Sally güngören escort was causing. I went back to my bottom drawer and produced my favourite dildo. It’s not the biggest, but it’s soft and feels so comfortable when I stick it in my ass. Sally started to moan gently, her ass up in the air, watching her hand motion around her clit, stimulating herself.
My heart was beating out of my chest; this was so unexpected. I kept looking at the curves of her thighs, legs, and arse. I got closer to her and took a grip on the head of her butt plug. I moved it around, leading to a pleasurable moan from Sally.
I slowly started to pull on the plug, which was sandwiched behind her incredible athletic cheeks; slowly the plug started to give, and I made sure to only remove it fractionally. “You fucking tease,” said Sally in a desperate and horny tone.
I started to get a whiff of her ass, not a bad smell, I may add, and one that turned me on even more just knowing it was her scent.
As the plug reached its widest part, her arsehole was well stretched, and her anal juices were secreted on the plug as I removed it fully.
As if having her naked body in front of me with the curves of her long legs and well-formed round ass in my face wasn’t enough, her arsehole was now gaping, needing to be plugged with something else SAP. I lubed up the dildo that I had selected and plunged it deep into her anal cavity. Sally groaned and gripped my bedding. I activated the vibration, which sent shockwaves of pleasure through Sally.
As I slid the dildo in and out of her anus, Sally started to move against the direction I was moving it, giving her more friction on the soft, firm dildo moving in and out between her gorgeous ass cheeks.
I was rubbing away with one hand whilst handling the dildo in the other, and we were both in the bliss of pure pleasure. I kept the pace consistent, matching Sally’s own movements. After 2/3 minutes of massaging her anal wall with this dildo, I could feel Sally’s orgasm was coming; her body started to shake. “I can’t last much longer.”.
Feeling her get close to her orgasm, I started to twist the dildo to increase the friction. I could tell it was well received as Sally started to push her big arse against the dildo and take in more and more. I was in heaven having her sexy body in front of me, masturbating away with a dildo sticking out of her ass. I still couldn’t take my hand off my own pleasure, rubbing my pussy and enjoying the view.
Sally started to make some more moans, and it wasn’t long before she had to burst. Her feet and toes were wiggling in pleasure as she built to climax; her thighs were jiggling, and her hand was furiously rubbing her clit. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum… hmmm… yeah… ohhh… yeah… unhhh… yes, I’m going… hmh… yes… yes… yes… yes… yes! Sally let out heavy breaths.
I turned off the vibrations and slowly slid out the dildo from her ass; she made groans of relief as she recovered her head in my bedding. She turned round to face me. “Hmm…that was good; you know I usually charge for someone to do that to me,” she said playfully.
She then focused her attention on me, watching me with my legs spread, rubbing my pussy. “My…my…you’ve got yourself in a hot mess, haven’t you? Nice to see watching my ass has got you in the mood.” She eyed me up; she wasn’t wrong. I was now bursting for my own orgasm and dying to have my ass stretched out; I hadn’t had a good play for 4 days, so I was long overdue this relief.
“My turn to return the pleasure; pass me the dildo and the lube,” Sally demanded.
I compliantly followed her order and got excited for what was next.
to be continued…
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