My Husband the Whore By Jimmy Boom Semtex sample
- NICK ARMBRISTER/JBS
- May 17, 2020
- 3 min read
My Husband the Whore
This story is partly based on Joe’s quest for love and a search for something. What? Good times, sex, the missing link? All of the scenes are false but based in reality. It’s up to the readers to define which. It’s one fictitious man’s journey over five years in his life and personal conquests. Some were good, some bad. All are memorable. Guys and gals, we have all been there. Keep on looking. And when you find what you want, keep hold of it before it’s gone. Joe does not exist except in us all. Good luck!
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‘Yes… Listen, I can do you a deal. Give you a cheap one. If you want?’
It dawned on him what she was. A hooker! And her client had done one.Can’t turn this opportunity down. Here we go. ‘Yes love, I’m definitely interested. For the right price.I know a quiet place we can go. Follow me.’
‘Ok. We can sort the price later. Pretend we’re together. The police won’t stop us then.’
‘We don’t want any cops. Not round here. It’s crime central. Come on then…’
The ‘couple’ walked down the side road to a field. Here, it was secluded. The grass was overgrown and trees hid the view.Privacy guaranteed; aperfect place to fuck at 3AM when no one was about.
Joe took down his jeans and underwear. The whore grabbed his meat and tossed him off then wasted no time in going down on him. She sucked his unwashed cock; it felt good. Her tongue twizzled over his Jap’s eye and his cock.She’s nice and slim, must only be twenty seven. Shame she’s a hooker. Her body looks great. I wish it was daylight.
The hooker stood and took down her own jeans. Joe was prepared. He got the condom from his wallet and tore the wrapper. In seconds it was correctly in place. She leant over and guided him into her from behind while standing. Being a tall woman made it easy. They started to have sex.
Joe walked over to the bed and joined Marge. She embraced him and ran her fingers over his toned chest, touching his tattoos and feeling his brown hairs. She smiled, a little shyly then kissed him.He fondled her large breasts and teased her nipples. Her hand moved lower to his cock and grasped it. He grew in her hand. They kissed again.
Marge pulled the quilt cover over them and they became a kissing tangle of arms and legs and sexy bits. She wanked Joe off and he sucked her nipples. They were like bullets. Then they made love. He got on top of her and she eased him inside. She felt tight considering she was a mother of two.
‘You feel damn good. Nice and tight Marge,’ Joe murmured as he pumped away.
‘And you’re just the right size, dear Joe,’ Marge added, with a kiss.
Susan drove a BMW car. They headed up to the moors to fuck. They listened to the Sisters of Mercy and found a dark and desolate spot. A place of spirits, ghosts, aliens and dead children called Dovestones.
She had a wicked laugh and blushed when he looked into her eyes. Just like a school girl. ‘I wish you had a sexy school girl uniform on. That’s who you remind me of.’
‘I bet I do, you naughty man. Tell you what, I’ll suck your big dick and you can fantasize about me all dressed up. How’s that?’ Susan was in her element, with an older man. She could get away with anything.
Joe ruffled her dyed black hair and kissed her. She got his cock out. She gobbled till he came and he was in gothic heaven. Getting a gobble was in Joe’s top five all-time favourites. Along with shagging, goth music and beer!She sucked him dry. Just like several other loose women I’ve frequented.The finer things in life…
She mounted him, with difficulty because she was a big lady, and they had sex. Her thighs were huge and he felt it. She lifted up her entire body and did him. He struggled to breath and giggled. This made her do it even more. Her kisses drew him in and he imagined how nice she would be if she lost five stone.
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