The House On Maple Avenue

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4330 Maple Avenue… an address I came to know very well. I was first introduced to the five bedroom/three bathroom, two-story Craftsman house through a friend of mine that I worked with. We’ll call him Tony for the purposes of the story. My car had broken down about a week previously and I was forced to bum rides to get around until my paycheck came.One day, I begged a ride from him and once we got underway, he said he had to make a stop first. I was in no hurry and wasn’t really in a position to argue anyway, so I agreed. We drove down Maple Avenue as it curved around and finally came to an end at a cul-de-sac. There at the end of the cul-de-sac was the house, We pulled into the wide two-car driveway and he turned to me. “You can come in if you like or wait here, it’s up to you,” he said.It was a hot summer day and I didn’t know how long he would be, so I decided to go inside rather than wait in a hot car. We walked into the house and the first thing that caught my attention was that this house had several exceptionally good looking women in it. I saw a few of them walking around and a couple smiled at me as they passed.Then my friend walked up to this one mature black woman and they chatted back and forth for a minute. Meantime, I was distracted by the other women passing by, of various races and ethnicities. There were a couple of black ladies, a couple of white ladies and an Asian woman, all of them in their twenties to mid-thirties and all quite attractive.”So who’s your friend here, Tony?” she purred as she held his arm in her own.”This is John, one of the guys I work with. John, this is my friend Vivian,” he said, introducing us.”Nice to meet you,” I said, taking her hand. She shook my hand then turned to Tony. “He’s cute,” she said. She saw me blushing at her compliment and then took me around to introduce me to some of the other girls. “This is Angela, sitting over there is Diane, Michelle is the blonde and Ruth is the girl there in the kitchen,” she said. “Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa, I have to talk with Tony for a bit. Michelle and Diane will keep you company while you wait for him.” Michelle and Diane came right over and took a seat on either side of me, cozying up to me and flirting shamelessly.”Vivian Ankara escort was right, you are cute!” Michelle said.”I just love a tall guy with dark hair!” Diane said.I must admit, I was eating up the attention even if I wasn’t entirely sure of its authenticity or purpose yet. Having two lovely ladies cooing and cuddling with me was something I had never experienced before and I was loving it!As Michelle clung tightly to what she called my “big, strong arm” and used her other hand to surreptitiously stroke the growing bulge in my jeans, Diane snuggled up to my other side and luxuriously twirled her fingers through my hair. The girls purred and cooed over me until Tony finally came back with Vivian still on his arm. “You ready to get going?” he asked me. And as much as I was enjoying the delightful company, I knew that we needed to leave. As we left, my two new friends gave me matching kisses on either cheek and we left the house. As we drove away, I turned to Tony. “Tony, don’t take this the wrong way, but was that what I think it was?” I asked him.Tony, who was considerably older than I was, asked “What do you think it was?””Were those girls… prostitutes?” I asked, naively.He smiled “And if they were, John?””Well, they were all very hot girls!” I said, enthusiastically. “They liked you too. Especially Vivian. You should stop by and pay them a visit… I’m sure they would love to see you again!” he said.Knowing now that I was talking about ‘working girls’, I figured that most if not all their attentions were in an attempt to generate income. Still horny and single is no way to be, and with very little else to spend my money on, the idea was appealing. “So what does something like that cost?” I asked.”Well, Vivian mentioned you when she and I were talking… she said that if you stopped by, she wanted to take care of you herself! Of course, if you have another favorite in the house then she’d understand, but it isn’t very often that a house mother wants a customer for herself!” Tony said.I thought about what Tony said. I had never had a prostitute; I had never had a black girl for that matter. Both ideas were tempting and gave way to some rather erotic day (and night) Ankara escort bayan dreams. Finally, after a few days to mull it over and getting my car fixed, I went to see Tony. Tony worked in a different section of the plant than I did and when I went to see him he was just finishing up what he’d been working on that morning. I looked around for a moment to make sure we were alone before I asked. “Tony about what happened the other day… is it safe? I mean to do that?” I tried to be as vague as possible just in case someone came up on us talking–I didn’t want either of us overheard and getting in trouble!”Yes, Vivian makes sure that both her girls and her customers are safe. It wouldn’t be very good business if something happened to one of her girls, and if a customer got something, it could shut her down and get her thrown in jail! So she takes care of both,” he said. That made sense and made me feel better about what I was thinking. I had a couple days off coming to me and no plans to do anything. “Okay then, I think I’ll drop in and see Vivian,” I said.”Good. I’ll let her know you’ll be coming by so she can expect you,” Tony said. That weekend, I went over to 4330 Maple Avenue and after summoning up my courage, I walked up the sidewalk and rang the doorbell. “Hi, John! Tony said you would be stopping by! I’m so glad you did! Come on in, honey!” Vivian said upon opening the door. She took me by the arm just like she had with Tony and we walked on into the house. As we passed through the large living room of the house, Michelle came up us. “Hi John, baby, glad to see you came back to visit!” she said.”Hi Michelle, yeah I decided to stop by for a bit,” I said.”Michelle, John and I are going back to my room to talk for a bit. Can you and the other girls take care of things out here?” Vivian said.”Sure thing Miss Vivian! Have fun John but remember, the next time you drop by you’re my guy!” she said, smiling flirtatiously.”Miss Vivian?” I asked as we reached the bottom of the staircase.”The girls call me Miss Vivian because I run this place… kind of a throwback to the Old West days where the Madame of the house went by Miss Somethingorother,” she explained.”Well then, Escort Ankara after you Miss Vivian!” I said, indicating she should go first. As she got to about the third step, her very round, very delightful ass presented itself in front of me. “Damn!” I said to myself. But apparently not entirely to myself because she turned her head and looked down at me with a very big smile on her face. She started adding a bit more wiggle as she continued up the stairs from that point and she led me back to the master bedroom, her bedroom, and shut the door behind us.”So you’re an ass man, are you John?” she cooed.”Yeah, among other things. Ass, tits, it’s all good!” I said.”Well, it’s good to be so… versatile. But I really love a hard cock up my ass! Do you know where a girl could find a hard cock to play with, John?” she said. As she talked she began stroking my cock through my jeans and admiring the resultant bulge that was forming. “Mmmm, I see you DO know where I can find a hard cock!”Vivian was “dressed to receive” as well, wearing a gossamer-thin black robe over her turquoise bra and garter belt, tiny black panties, and black fishnet stockings. As I stood behind her, she slipped her hand into my unzipped fly and wrapped a hand around my cock, squeezing it gently as I freed her admirable tits from their brassiere prison. She moaned softly as I cupped the ebony globes in my hands and sank my fingers into the firm flesh. I kissed her neck and she pushed back into me.Vivian unfastened my jeans and pushed them down my legs, freeing my hard cock. “Ooh, a nice fat cock!” she said. Going to her nightstand, she opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. Tearing it open with her teeth she came back to stand in front of me.She sank to her knees and placed the rolled up rubber over the tip of my cock and using her mouth, she held my cock as she unrolled the condom, taking more and more of me in her mouth as the condom covered me. Now normally I hate using a condom – I’m clean and I make sure my partners are as well. And condoms cut down the sensations and feeling so it’s hard to enjoy sex.But in Vivian’s line of work you can’t be too careful, I suppose, and she made the whole thing an incredible experience. Vivian was remarkable for a forty-year-old woman, she had an amazingly tight hard body! With fantastic 34DD tits that hadn’t begun to sag yet, a slim waist, and an ass that begged to be gripped and played with, she looked better than most women half her age! It was obvious this woman took very good care of herself.

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