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The dumb €50 whore, #2
This is the story of my 2nd encounter with the dumb €50 whore.

There are 3 main types of prostitutes in the Netherlands. Window prostitution, these are mainly young girls imported from South America or Eastern Europe. These are professional whores. I don’t like them. Then there is the 2nd kind: Internet whoring. These are amateurs who need an extra income and are trying to avoid bad customers and awkward regulations. These are fine, I like most of them. Some of them keep whoring to a rather ripe old age. But the best kind of whores are the alley whores. They are desperate women, too dumb to open an internet business or work in an establishment such as in the red light districts of the major cities, in close proximity to the train stations.

Now, These I like a lot. They’d do anything and they don’t charge much.

So, as it happens, my wife and two daughters left for week of skiing in France and left me alone at home. It was Friday night, and Jessica and the kıds were far away at the French alps, and I had a hard-on, stiff as a fucking bar of soap. I mounted my trustworthy Audi and went to the usual place, looking for a good suck and fuck partner. As I approached, a fat black lady, about 40-ish approached. Her cleavage was massive, very impressive indeed. I weighed out my options but decided against. Soon followed by two blond teens on high heels and a bare stomach, but not much in the boob department. I disqualified them and they moved on. Then I saw a black golf parking and a nice lady stepping out. Tall, well built, blond, mature. I recognized her and sounded my horn. The black golf took off in a jiffy and the familiar face approached. Still not recognizing me, she said:

“Looking for some action, schatje?” then suddenly having recognized me, she opened the door and entered. “Oh, it’s you.” like good acquaintances we exchanged three cheek kisses, even though we have only met once before. I remembered the incident and it’s unfathomable pleasure. I handed her 5 bills of €20.

“For that you can get the VIP treatment.” She looked canlı bahis şirketleri very sexy with her generous cleavage, her dark blond wavy hair, her accentuated, black skirt clad ass, and her pink, sheer stockings. Hard to imagine this lady is approaching 50.

“I know”. I started kissing her lips. She hesitated: “I am not sure about the kissing, Mr…”

“Call me Henk. We kissed plenty the last time. I love your taste.” And kept on kissing her feverishly. I added another €20 bill and shoved it between her shapely legs.

“I like your taste too, Henk. You are a hot young gentleman. You can ride on about 100 meters and make a right.” I turned on the motor.

“how may I call you?” I asked.

“Miranda.”

“Fine, Miranda, how about coming home with me? My wife is on vacation.”

“No, I can’t. My son is waiting for me.”

“How old is he?” I wondered.

“Turning 16.”

“Call him, and explain the situation then. I want to fuck in bed.” I insisted. She pressed some buttons on her phone. It rang and a boy’s voice sounded.

“I will be very late, liefje. I got a date. Are you fine with that?”

“Sure, mom, no problem. Mom, can Cindy stay? please? Please?” The boy’s plea sounded like a combination of hope and despair.

“Fine, Kees, you are a big boy. Just don’t do anything stupid, like get her pregnant.” She sounded worried. Then she added: “Kees, listen: There are condoms in the night drawer next my bed.”

“MOM!! Gosh, I don’t think we are going that far! We are only… you know… doing oral. But thanks anyhow.” Miranda closed the phone. “OK, Henk, we are good to go. But you’ll have to bring me back to the station afterwards. I got my bike there.”

We drove off and two minutes after arriving we were both naked in bed, kissing and fingering.

“I hope the kıds won’t find the toys next to these condoms… I am not comfortable with the idea of Cindy stuffing them into her virgin cunt.” She said, as I entered her fuming slit with my raging truncheon. I fucked furiously, as we both approached our climax simultaneously. Her wonderful breasts clung to my hairy canlı kaçak iddaa chest, our mouths glued together with insane passion, my finger titilating her back orifice and my and her thrusts and undulations reaching the culmination of the act in mere seconds. We came together. I rolled off her. It ended too soon for me.

“Stay, Miranda. I want a second round.” I stuffed a €50 bill to her pocketbook.

“I don’t know…” She sounded sceptical.

“You want more?” I asked her.

“NO! It’s not the money. It’s Kees. I earned enough today.” I got curious.

“Really? How many tricks did you do?”

“6 blows and two fucks. I get more money now I learned to charge for extras. Since we fucked that night I got better and luckier. It’s like… something triggered a change in me. I really like what I am doing.”

“Please stay…” I begged. My flabby cock starting to get stiff again as I rubbed her giant clit. It’s always fine to diddle a big clit. I discended to her perfumed receptical which generously oozed my runny sperm on the bed, wetting it. I took it between my lips. The big thing started jerking between my lips, nervously. I shoved two fingers in her aromatic snatch while gently sucking. “Press it between your tongue and the top of your mouth,” She suggested and started thrusting her hips rhythmically to achieve her inevitable finale. The big clit was actually fucking me, for a change. It was as long as two joints on my finger, as wide and round as a Spanish olive. Violent twitching of her holes indicated her healthy climax. Quite spent, she said.

“OK, I will stay till morning. But I got to check on Kees again.” She called him.

“It’s fine, mom, you can stay and have fun.” Sounded Kees.

“Yes, don’t worry about us,” Said Cindy. “We know what we are doing! Just finishing the first condom.” There was plenty of giggling in the background, and a familiar buzzing of a sex toy. “Mrs. H****, I really love the pink one!” Then the call ended abruptly.

“Guess they found the sex toys,” said Miranda.

“Does he know about the whoring?” I asked.

“He is a smart canlı kaçak bahis boy, he knows. I am glad he has Cindy now and doesn’t have to masturbate to my underwear anymore. Sometimes he likes to expose himself, you know.” I didn’t, but my daughters are also quite randy at times.

I turned her around, licked her bunghole for a minute and pushed my cock inside. It slid right in. Enjoying the feel of her soft buns on my belly, I started thrusting slowly. I wasn’t in a hurry: It was midnight, but I already spent once. Miranda reached for her pocketbook and retrieved the small vibrator which started buzzing and titilating her exaggerated clitoris. Soon she was coming so hard, my cock flipped right out, even though it was rock hard. I turned off the lights, hugged miranda and we fell asleep, naked, sweating, under a single blanket.

Sleeping, however, proved a challenge. It seems that she was constantly rubbing her clit while I was sleeping, and every hour or so, she would pull me to her and start kissing. It ended always the same way: She, spread on her back, me on top, my mouth sucking hers, me thrusting, my finger perforating her bum-hole and a massive orgasm (from her side). So after 4 times of this sleep-fuck cycle we finally fell asleep around 5 A.M and slept until 9.

“That’s the best way.” She greeted me with a smile.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, missionary, you on top, fingers in the ass.”

“You like ass stimulation? Well, here’s your big chance.” I pushed her head to my throbbing erection which she enveloped willingly. I pushed her head even further, and she understood, pushing her tongue into my crack and licking my butt. I pulled her back to my cock and she started bobbing while fingering my hole. With a jerk and a heave I emptied my irritated member into her welcoming mouth. I had plenty of goo, which she kept in her mouth and finally swallowed.

“I thought you don’t swallow.” I said.

“Lot’s has changed in the last 3 months and furthermore, you paid me three times my usual.”

The phone rang. It was Kees. “Mom, it was so wonderful! Cindy has left after breakfast.” Silence followed. “We fucked 6 times. Don’t worry, we used the condoms.” The phone disconnected.

“Well, we also fucked 6 times, didn’t we?”

“Let’s make it a seven, shall we”? And I pulled the wonderful wench to me for one last fuck.

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