Hotwife doubles her pleasure

She was a good Catholic girl and did not allow sex before marriage, despite having had many boyfriends. So I was surprised when my husband showed me a contact magazine, and he showed me that a man was offering to buy used panties from any married woman in London, where we live.

However, we had no money, and the husband, Jonathan, said what damage he could do to sell my panties, so he convinced me to let him respond and organize a meeting, at a local bar in Saloon. We met the man, and he seemed very nice, and he paid me praise in my appearance, and we had a few drinks, and I was excited that this man has my panties, to do with, however he wanted, however naughty. Eventually, while we had more drinks, I grew more bold, and when he invited us back to his place, I easily agreed to go along with the plan.

When we got to his place, which was charming and warm, he asked me to go wait in his bedroom, while I had a word with my husband. When he entered the bedroom, closing the door with Hubby still in the living room, he said everything was fixed, and now he would pay me to lift my skirt, so He could take off my panties. Well, I was a little cheerful for now, a little confused, and very excited, since no man had seen me without panties before, except husband!

So, he gave me the money agreed, putting it in the bed closet where I could see it, and he said, "Lily, lift the skirt, so you can see why I paid." So, with my heart all a mess, I slowly lifted my skirt, over my socks, over my waist, so I could see my beautiful cord panties. "Beautiful," he said, "What fantastic creamy white legs and thighs and what beautiful underwear."

My heart was beating, and I tried to stand still, even when I started running my hand up my legs, passing my underpants, and then I started to feel my pussy lips gently through my panties. Then he hooked his thumbs on the top elastic of my panties and quickly lowered them, and his eyes shone as he looked at my naked pussy. "They're all wet and waiting," he said. "Let go of your bed and break your legs, so I can take your panties off your shoes, and close your eyes."

So I did what they told me, but then I realized that I was now kneeling between my legs in bed, and he told me to slowly open my eyes. He was touching my lips of wet pussy with one hand, and rubbing his big naked cock with the other, and I almost orgasm there and then.

"Listen now, dear," he said, "Your husband said I can fuck you if I give you twice the money we agreed on, so now you're gonna become my whore; you understand?" Yes, sir, "I could hardly answer, longing to feel your huge cock inside me. With that, he put the extra money in the bed closet, urgently ripped off my blouse, pushed my bra, and then he got down on me, pushing his hard naked dick over me.

He started pinching my nipples, as he pushed me vigorously and came out of me, so he started whispering in my ear "You're a whore, not you, a fucking bitch. Tell me to fuck you, bitch, answer me now. I loved it; I had never been so excited in my life, so he said," Yes, Lord, I am your whore, your whore, take me, Lord, please take me. "

He fucked me stronger and stronger, pinching my nipples harder, and while I orgasm again, I felt I was spilling deep inside me! When he stopped, he scared me for a while, and then he said, "Fantastic, I want to see you every week from now on; you're the best prostitute I've ever had." As I was slowly dressed, I thought, "Yes, I guess I'm a prostitute now, having had a man fucking me for money; and yet I had loved it. I'll definitely be back next week for more, and every week I want. Fancy be 'paid' for having the best time of my life, the best fucking ALL!"

On the way home in the car I told Bobby exactly what had happened, but he knew how he had been listening in the hole, and he even had a great view of us in bed. I was as excited as I was. What a coward he is, I decided! As I walked in our house I could feel the whole guy's bed running through my legs, as I had no on panties, and I couldn't wait for him to hug in the bedroom and make him see the whole other guy's bed running out of my used pussy. Hubby got very excited and had his little hard dick going hard, and he went into my used pussy, but I stopped him and said, "Now I'm a paid whore, so you'll have to pay if you ever want my favors, dear."

Hubby quickly emptied his wallet, giving me all his money and started fucking me and he was surprised, but he was glad to hear me say, "I'm a whore, a fucking shit, he fucked my stomach, he fucked me, but I PAY, every time." So it started a new phase of my life, making money as a prostitute, and soon making the amateur use a condom when he fucked me, and finally denying him access to my body at all, but telling him how I loved dicks much bigger than his little girl from now on.