Velvet Pussy

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I was horny most of the day. I had been out all day running errands all over the place. Last stop was the hardware store to get some lumber.

It was getting dark by the time I finished loading the wood into my truck and rolled out.

Thankfully no rain in forecast.

Got home and unloaded everything into the garage. More projects.

I went inside and scrounged up some leftovers and flipped on the weather channel. Looked like a decent two days at least for the outdoor work.

It was after 8pm. I was a bit tired and still horny.

I went and showered.

Tossed a load of laundry in the wash.

I thought about heading the the Chinese massage parlor. But I had nothing but a few dollars on me.

Sat on the couch and flipped open the laptop. I pulled up the personals to see who was on the hunt.

It amazes me that in this day and age, they can’t come up with a simple computer program that will blast anyone who attempts to post “i So HoT n SeXXy” and every combo thereof.

Nothing but crap in the W4M section as usual.

Moving onto the MW4M I spot one. Apparently a couple that comes to town once in a while. He is looking for a guy to come pump a load into the wife/gf. He refers to her box as “velvet pussy.”

Photo is not bad. She isn’t fat at least. internet casino She has some cheesy lingerie thing on. Like from the stores hookers shop at for the finest in low end fashions.

She has a nice ass though.

I send a reply for kicks. A response comes back after five minutes.

Seems legit. We send a few more emails back and forth. I’m like, what the hell, throw caution to the wind. Go pump some guys chick.

He sends me the hotel location.

I check online. Cheap motel where the room doors are all facing outside.

Low rent rendezvous.

My life is hitting new lows I think. Looking at me, you would never think I was the type.

So I get my stuff together and head out. I’m not like this 99.9% of the time. Playing it safe. Rarely getting any action during the years. And I always used condoms.

Tonight for some reason, I just said screw it.

I drove down to the hotel. Took a good 40 minutes. Parking lot was busy. Going on probably 10:45 by then. I parked and texted him I was there. He texted the room number.

Leaving my wallet in the truck, I head over. Hell if I know the numbering system on this hotel. So I wander a bit. Figuring out they were to the right, parking lot level, at the end.

If this doesn’t feel sketchy as hell, canlı poker oyna I don’t know what is. I prepare myself for a 50 yard dash, just in case.

I knock on the door. She opens it, wearing the same outfit. Blonde, petite, slightly trailer trash looking.

Walking in and looking about, husband or whoever, was sitting in a chair at the desk. Back to the door. No pants on. Shirt on. Doesn’t say anything.

Hmm. “I need to wash my hands.” I say.

She’s like, “That’s fine.”

I walk over to the sink, looking around to see if anyone else is lurking about. Nobody in the shower.

I go over and sit on the small loveseat.

“So do you do this often?” I ask.

She says, “No, we live out in the country a ways. Every now and then we come to town to go dancing. We’re going out in a while.”

As I take my shoes off, she says, “If you could spot us a bit for the room, that would help.”

I’m thinking, “Oh here we go. I wonder how many guys were here through the day before me?”

“Sorry, I don’t carry cash on me hardly ever.” I say.

She takes off her outfit and goes to the bed and waits.

I walk over, and lay next to her. She gets down and gives my limp cock and good look over.

Satisfied with her visual inspection, she takes it poker oyna in her mouth and sucks me until I am fully hard.

There is probably a hidden video camera going somewhere. So much for my presidential run next campaign, I think.

She gets on her back.

“Let me get my legs in position.” She says.

Apparently she has some hip problem or issue, so she has to get herself in just the right angle.

She is set.

I guide my bare dick into her box. Damn if he wasn’t right about the velvet pussy part. Smooth indeed. I start pumping her.

I can’t really tell if she is enjoying this. Maybe it’s some submissive/dominant thing.

He comes over with a camera and snaps a pic from behind. Then sits on the chair again.

“You can come as quick as you want. It’s fine.” She says.

So I pump away and soon am spraying a full load of cream in her.

It was all kind of matter of fact and emotionless. Sort of like handing out a brochure.

Instead of the brochure, “Here’s her pussy. Fuck it and fill it.”

Some guys get off on that. Who knows. Maybe he just pimps her out.

Weird.

Orgasm accomplished. Hopefully without any gifts that keep on giving.

Roll the dice.

I get dressed quickly. And with that, I left.

Cum and go, literally.

Straight home and shower. Soak the equipment in alcohol and hope nothing appears over the next week or so.

As it turns out, all was fine thankfully.

Night of the velvet pussy.

A one hit wonder that I never repeated since.

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