Bank Teller Turned Hooker Ch. 20

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CHAPTER 20 – DO YOU LIKE TO WATCH?

(NOTE TO READER: One of my followers suggested that I might start my chapters with a comment about my story. As many have surmised, this is not a story of fiction. My writing reflects real events in my life. As described to one reader, “As written, the timeline is probably 90% accurate; the dialogues are probably 85% accurate. But the overall story line is 100% accurate. From beginning to end, my story carried on for almost 6 years. The earlier days are actually the most vivid and those are the experiences that I share in my writing.” I cannot change who I was. I truly enjoyed the majority of my experiences. The major casualty of my chosen life was the damage that happened between my family and me. My family did discover my activities and banished me from the family. Chinese shame is not something to be challenged. Unfortunately, I have been fully estranged from my family for over ten years.)

At 6:15 AM my phone chimed with a text. I had set my alarm before I went to sleep, so it was not how I intended to wake. But it was only 15 minutes earlier than was planned. It didn’t really matter much. Although I slept, It wasn’t a deep sleep. It’s difficult to rest when you’ve had the adrenaline rush of non-stop intense sex.

I realized that I climbed into bed naked. I was sleeping on a very wet mattress. I sat up from the bed and looked at the drenched sheet. There was no need to guess the cause of the stain; some of the swimmers simply went the wrong direction.

I could hear my parents moving around in the house. I can’t say I was wide awake, but I wasn’t tired either. I grabbed my phone and opened it to read the text. It was from Terry. It simply read, “Awake?”

I responded, “Yes.”

He quickly responded, “I have a problem.”

To which I wrote back, “Everything ok? Is Karen mad?”

“LOL. No. Can’t get rid of my hard-on!

“Fuck Karen?”

“Yes. But still hard. Help me!”

“OK.”

He quickly responded, “Can you come back over to my house?”

I said, “Why don’t you come here?”

He said, “I’ll be right there.”

I said, “No, not until 7. Let me shower first. I’ll turn on the porch light so you know my parents are gone.”

He ended it with “Have you showered since you came home?”

“No.”

“So, you’re still full?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t shower, I want to watch it gush out of you while I fuck you.”

“OK. : )”

I got out of bed and slipped into some panties and put on my robe. I quickly dabbed on some foundation to cover the bite mark on my neck that was finally starting to fade.”

I went downstairs and greeted my parents. My mom asked how work was and mentioned that I looked tired. She suggested that I go back to bed. I told her that I might do that, but in actuality I had already geared up my mind to take incalls that day. I assured her that work was great and I loved working the second job.

On this morning she did not look at me crossly, meaning either she had either given up worrying about the hickey or it was hidden well enough not to remind her.

Within a few minutes she and my dad were driving off to work. I went to the front door and turned on the porch light.

I took off my robe and panties, and waited. My panties were already soaked in milky white goo. The wait was only moments when I heard footsteps approaching the door. I correctly guessed that he was already parked out front waiting for my parents to leave. I opened the door and giggled a bit as he walked in. He was wearing shorts and I could see his cock pressing to get out. I said, “Yeah, you do have a problem, don’t you?”

He said, “I should have only taken one pill.”

I closed the door behind him and reached into his shorts. His cock was sticky.

I asked, “Is that stickiness me or Karen?”

He replied, “Both.”

He quickly groped me, and his fingers slid inside me. I said, “That stickiness is everyone.”

He started to take off his shorts and I stopped him saying, “Wait a minute, I want to have some fun.”

He looked at me sideways and I continued, “I’m going to walk out to the backyard and I’m going to lean up against the dog house. I want you to go out there and give it to me until you get the relief you need.”

He smiled at me and asked, “Is this a little show for the neighbor you fucked?”

My mouth fell open and said, “Shit! Mae told you!?”

He said, “Mae tells me everything.”

I said, “Well then yes, it’s for my neighbor. He watches me every morning. I guarantee he’s waiting for me to make my entrance right now. But let me feed the dog first, otherwise she might be jumping all over us while we are trying to have our fun.”

We walked toward the back of the house to the back sliding glass door and he stopped at the window. I said, “You’ll know when I’m ready for you.”

I could see Terry looking around at the houses behind us. I said, “You can’t see him from here. You have to go out on the patio to see him and for him to see us.”

I opened the glass casino oyna door and stepped outside. Lucy ran up to greet her naked master. I walked toward her doghouse to collect her water and food dishes. As I walked, I could already feel cum running down the inside of both thighs. Looking up, Pete stood at the ready watching for his favorite voyeur. I waved to him and he waved back.

I turned my back to him and bent over at the waist with my knees locked to pick up Lucy’s bowls. When I stood upright I looked up at him and he had his binoculars in hand so I was certain he enjoyed the view. I wondered if the binoculars were strong enough to see the cum that was dripping from my pussy.

I walked back inside the house to fill Lucy’s food dish and give her fresh water. Terry waited for me inside.

He asked, “Is he there?”

“Of course. He’s always there.”

“So you let him fuck you?”

I said, “Yeah, but now I let everyone fuck me. Wait until you can tell I’m ready. You’ll know when I am. Don’t look up his way. Act like you don’t know he’s watching. I know you don’t care.”

I walked back outside and set Lucy’s bowls where they usually set. She went straight for the food. She had noticed Terry, but paid no attention to him. I walked over to her doghouse which was tall enough for me to lean on and I did just that.

The roof was covered in asphalt shingles that were dirty and rough, but I didn’t care. Bent at the waist , I leaned onto them and spread my legs apart. And then I waited for Terry. I pushed my insides and I peered down to see a web of sticky cum hang from my pussy. Terry knew I was ready and I was positioned just how he wanted me.

He walked outside straight up to me without taking a glimpse at our peeping tom. He came back behind me and pulled out his hard-on. I reached back with both hands, pulling my cheeks apart and my pussy wide open. More cum dripped from me and hit the concrete patio. His cock penetrated my wet lips and he slid back inside me just as he had only a few hours before. But, his cock felt even better at that moment. Not just because it was hard, but because I knew we were being watched. Terry proceeded to fuck me. I let go of my ass and brought my hands onto the roof of the doghouse and used them as a pillow. I turned my head and looked up at Pete as he watched my boss giving it to me.

Not surprisingly, Pete was looking down at us through his binoculars. Could he actually see Terry’s cock fuck me? It excited me to think that he could. As the thoughts traveled through my mind it made my pussy wetter. Terry admired me from behind saying, “Oh yeah, look at all that cum. You’re pussy looks beautiful like that.” It was just another testament as to how much I enjoyed all aspects of sex.

As for Terry, I had no idea if he was even considering that we were being watched. His focus seemed to be entirely on trying to split me in two with each whack of his mighty hatchet.

As he continued his fuck he said, “Oh yeah, you like that Vanessa, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know why Karen really likes it that I fuck you?”

“No.”

“Karen likes how hard you make me. She knows that fresh pussy is the best way to keep me hard. After I took you home I fucked her and she said my cock was the hardest she’d felt in years.”

This thought turned me on too and I said, “Shhhh, fuck me.”

He stopped talking and concentrated on giving me what I asked for. Cum continued to splash onto the ground. There was no concept of time; the only concept was more sex, so I can’t even tell you how long it lasted it. But, I could feel his cock was getting ready to heave and I braced myself to receive his load to help replenish what had slopped out of me. But when his fountain started to flow, he did not leave his cock inside me, Instead he pulled out quickly and started jerking off as his sperm baptized my back. Although I did not expect the shower, I was not surprised that the content of his load was nothing to write home about as he had previously emptied his balls throughout the night. Nonetheless, it was an enjoyable way to start the morning.

I remained bent over the roof of the doghouse as he pulled his shorts back up. Without standing upright I turned back to him and asked, “Did that help take care of your problem?”

He said, “Yeah, that helped out a lot.”

My head was turned away from Pete and I said, “Go. Leave me like this.”

To which he said, “Thanks. I’ll see myself out.”

Terry walked back inside the house and I could hear the front door open and close as he let himself out.

I turned my head back toward Pete. He was still watching me, but now without the binoculars. For the next few minutes we just stared at each other as I lay against the doghouse. I continued to squeeze more cum from my pussy. I made no gestures and neither did he. I wondered what was going through his mind. Had he thought he was the only older guy to have my pussy? Did he realize that I was even wilder than what he had experienced?

I reached back and slid my finger canlı casino from the top of my crack down to my pussy. I slid my fingers in and out. Cum blanketed my hand and fingers. I continued fucking myself and closed my eyes. I truly was into the moment and penetrated myself deeper and deeper. I reached down with my other hand and from the front I squeezed my clit. It was another moment when time stood still. I was so horny, I wanted to cum and had no intention of stopping until I did.

When I finally climaxed, I had to hold myself from falling off the inclined roof of the doghouse. I could feel the sandpaper-like shingles irritating my bare breasts. I lay there self-exhausted and opened my eyes up to Pete’s window to see it was empty. I was disappointed as he apparently missed my grand finale. I assumed he had to go jack-off, or maybe his wife had finally caught him watching their neighbor the Asian slut.

I awkwardly stood back up and stammered my way back inside the house. I went straight for the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water, guzzling it down. I was parched from the morning interlude. I inadvertently spilled some down my chin and neck. But, the cold water felt refreshing as it trailed between my breasts. It was a great start of a wonderful morning, or maybe it was an incredible continuation of an unforgettable night. Whichever it was, I loved it.

I threw away the empty bottle and went to the entry way to pick up my robe and cum-filled panties from the floor. The doorbell rang. Did Terry want more? I looked through the peephole. Pete stood on the other side of the door. Maybe I was surprised, maybe I wasn’t.

I opened the door enough to stick my head out and looked around. The street was empty and it looked like the neighbors had all left for work. I opened the door wider and stood before him naked.

“Hi Pete!”

He said, “That was quite a show! Are you alone?”

“You liked that? Yeah, no one else is here.” I lied and said, “He didn’t know you were watching. I did that for you. It got a little messy.”

He said, “Yeah, I saw that.”

“So, you want some too?”

He said, “I thought you’d never ask.” I actually wasn’t inviting, I was just asking.

He stepped up to the threshold and stepped inside. We were where we were only a couple of weeks before. He was dressed in shorts. And like Terry, I could see his bulge.

I said, “Looks like you have the same problem as my boss had.”

He said, “That was your boss?”

“Yes. He lives nearby.”

Obviously feeling right at home and comfortable with me, he pulled down his shorts. I grabbed his cock in my hand and started rubbing it. It was already sticky with pre-cum.

I said, “Looks like you don’t even need a blowjob.”

I considered offering myself to him right there but said, “Want to come up to my bedroom?”

I took him by the hand and led him upstairs to my bedroom. I pulled the bedspread back so the bed sheet covered the stained fitted sheet.

I sat on the bed and said, “Why don’t you take off your shirt too.”

He proceeded to fully undressed.

I asked, “Do you want a condom?”

He said, “I don’t mind sloppy seconds.”

I thought about what he just said and lay back on the bed. I spread my legs wide. Cum was all over my pussy. I asked, “Are you sure?”

He said, “Fuck! That was cum I saw dripping from you. Did he fuck you all night?”

I said, “It wouldn’t be sloppy seconds. What if I told you I was gangbanged last night?”

He was staring at my pussy and then he looked at me and said, “Fuck! You’re not joking, are you?”

I said, “No. Do you want a condom?”

He said, “Yeah, maybe I should.”

“OK.”

I went to my closet to get my backpack full of goodies and grabbed a condom.

I handed it to him and said, “Lay down with me and let’s get hornier together.”

My bed was only a twin sized bed, meaning the best position was with him on top of me. I lay on my back and spread my legs he nestled himself on top of me with the condom in hand. He tore open the condom to get it ready.

His body was heavy, but I didn’t care. Though he was not all that attractive I said, “Kiss me.”

He brought his mouth to mine and did as I asked. It ended up not being a simple kiss. Our lips locked and our tongues touched. One minute. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Fifteen minutes. Twenty minutes.

The kiss was beyond enjoyable. He truly was a talented kisser. He stuck his tongue deep inside my mouth and I proceeded to suck on it. His hands moved to my breasts and started squeezing them tightly. My hips gyrated beneath him and his body was grinding into me in response.

The bed compressed beneath us as we dry fucked each other. His pelvis was shifting back and forth on top of me. I felt the tip of his cock lightly kiss my pussy. I moaned when I felt it. It was an incredible tease. A few thrusts later I felt another brush. As he kissed me I started nodding my head frantically in the affirmative; I wanted his cock. I wrapped my legs around his kaçak casino ass as he continued to do everything he could to stop from penetrating me. But, when I felt the next brush of his cock I squeezed my legs tightly around him and drew his cock inside me.

He said, “Wait, the condom!”

But I didn’t let go. I pulled him tighter. His cock traveled fully inside me, but it was he who was pushing his way inside me, as much as I was trying to pull him in. I started rocking my body and as I did, his primal instinct took over. His cock did all the thinking. His body started to rock with me. A condom was useless at this point and he knew it. He dropped the condom which had been in his hand and he concentrated on fucking me, because that was why he knocked on my door in the first place.

He stopped kissing me, lifting himself and locking his elbows. He started pounding my pussy trying to satisfy my insatiable appetite.

He gave it to me the way I liked it and the way he wanted it. He was fucking me the way I should have been fucked: as a piece of meat. That was all I was to him and that was how I wanted it to be.

He gave it to me for a surprisingly long 10 minutes, considering how pent up he must have been. There were no complaints from me.

Unlike when Terry had fucked me, Pete would not shoot his load all over me. But when he did cum, similar to our first time, he did not cum deep. He held his cock so only the head of his cock was inside me and he let his juices flow. It was very satisfying for both of us.

When he finished he sat up on the bed between my legs which were spread wide and his fresh cum started pouring out of my pussy. He admired the flow. It was obviously a fetish of his. He loved a cream pie, and my cream pie was the creamiest he had ever witnessed.

He reached inside my pussy to open it and scoop out the life giving potion. He whispered, “Beautiful.”

“You like my pussy?”

He said, “It is incredible.”

Then he climbed back on top of me, we were face-to-face.

He asked, “Were you really gangbanged?”

I said, “Yes.”

“How many guys?”

I asked, “Does it matter?”

“I’m just trying to figure you out.”

“Thirteen.”

“What?! Really?!”

“Yeah, really.”

“What was it like?”

I proceeded to describe the night in fresh detail. I told him how it was my boss that arranged it. About being paid for it. Getting fucked in his bed with his wife.

“How did your boss get you to do it? How’d he know you’d do it?”

I said, “He wanted me since the first time he saw me. He says ‘I have a look’.”

He said, “Trust me you do. I’ve watched you for some time too.”

I smiled and said, “But I confided in a colleague. She was the one who told him that I had an adventurous naughty side. Last weekend some things happened that caused he and I to e-mail each other back-and-forth. It’s easy to say what you’re feeling without the embarrassment of being face-to-face that way. He told me that he wanted to fuck me. I told him I wanted to fuck him too. He told me he wanted to watch me get gangbanged. I told him I wanted it too. And that’s how it started. It didn’t really happen overnight, it took time for me to make that decision.”

He said, “They paid you? So you’re a hooker now?”

I didn’t elaborate and said, “I guess so.”

He asked where Terry and Karen lived. Indiscreetly, I told him. He said, he wouldn’t bother them, but he hoped to see what Karen looked like some day.

I described her to him and he said, “She sounds hot, but not as hot as you.”

Only halfway through with describing the night, my hips started to gyrate again, as did his. The storytelling was stimulating both of us.

His cock found its way inside me again. He was completely hard. I paused as his cock pushed fully inside me again. Slowly he started fucking me and he said, “Go on, I want to hear more.”

I continued my tale of the entire night. I talked, he fucked.

His thrusts became full and intense, and I started describing in greater detail.

I could tell he loved hearing about having two cocks inside my pussy. When he heard about it, he was pounding me. I was louder and more exuberant in my descriptions. I was as turned on as he was and I could feel my pussy pulsating. He could feel it too. He repositioned himself higher, forcing his cock to rub against my clit as he fucked me. It was what I needed.

I stopped storytelling and said, “Yes, like that. Like that! Don’t stop. Yes!”

He had me. Despite a great night of sex, it was a sensational orgasm to beat most other orgasms.

I could feel my pussy release a flow of juice which only excited Pete more.

He continued to fuck me and said, “Yeah, that’s how you like it, isn’t it?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Should I stop?”

“No! No! Not yet!”

So with empty balls he was able to keep giving it to me. He finally slowed down and went back to slow fucking me.

He said, “Tell me about two cocks inside you. You liked it?”

“Yes, I loved it.”

“Do you like my cock inside you?”

“Yes, you feel nice.”

“As good as two cocks?”

Despite the fact that his cock did feel good, I gave the truthful answer, “No.”

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