I served my country honorably until I took a shot to the hip. Not much an Army Ranger can do without a useable hip. I was patched up pretty well, but still given a medical discharge, some very nice VA benefits, and decided to go to college full time. In my four and a half years of active duty I managed to get a full year of college.
My Aunt Cathy runs a hair salon from her home about four hours from my parent’s place. About ten minutes from her house is a university I’d always wanted to go to, and was accepted at, so I was happy when I received an e-mail from her telling me I could come stay with her for free, all I had to do was mow her lawn and pull a few weeds.
Aunt Cathy has always been my favorite relative. She’s slightly overweight, has a 38D-30-38 figure, a bubbly personality and laugh, and fun personality. I’m a bit shy but she could always draw me out. When I arrived at her house in my Nissan Frontier pickup she ran out and nearly knocked my over with a hug. She gave me a choice of bedrooms (except the master) and treated me like royalty.
The next day, after I registered for classes, I went to the single seat hair salon and found Aunt Cathy doing the hair of a lady about forty years old. I had seen a nice Mercedes in the driveway and figured it was a customer’s (or client as Aunt Cathy calls them). The lady had expensive looking shoes and jewelry, and knowing what Aunt Cathy charges, I figured the lady was very well off. I told my aunt I was back home and was going to grab something to eat from the fridge.
About 45 minutes later Aunt Cathy came to me and asked to talk. At first I thought I had done something wrong but she set those fears aside. “Drew, some of my clients are quite well off financially, but lonely. Take Mrs. Porter for instance. She has plenty of money, but is, shall we say, lacking in companionship.”
“Do you mean she hasn’t been laid in a while?” I asked.
“Yes, and she was asking about you.” Aunt Cathy wasted no time getting to the point.
“Me? She’s what, 42, and I’m 23.”
“Drew, she doesn’t want a boyfriend. She just wants to get laid. And she’s willing to pay for it.”
“Really? How much?”
“If you want to do it, that would be up to her and you.”
“You don’t mind? I mean, I’m living with you.”
“We aren’t screwing, and you’re a healthy young guy. If it wasn’t for Jim I’d screw you.” She laughed heartily. Jim is her boyfriend. “Also, Mrs. Porter said she has friends like her, needing to get laid.”
“I…uh…don’t know what to say.” Truth was, I hadn’t had sex in over a year.
“Why don’t I send her back. My next client is here, and so I’ll tell Mrs. Porter to come back and use the tanning bed.”
Mrs. Porter came back. I thought it would be an awkward moment but she sat on the couch and got to the point. “My husband is in prison for tax fraud. I haven’t had sex in two years. I’m anxious to solve that problem. I think you’ll be discreet, and you look healthy. Would you be willing to help me?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“What, had sex?”
“No, I mean with someone I don’t know, and for money.”
“I haven’t either. And listen, most of my friends are like me, well off Jewish women whose husbands or ex-husbands are professionals, and we lack sex. I can, shall we say, keep you happy and busy.” I remained silent for a few seconds thinking about it. “Are you interested?”
“I think so. But what if I don’t…please you?”
“Do you have a penis?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Do you like to eat pussy?”
“I love to.”
She opened her purse and removed six fifty dollar bills. She set five on the coffee table and held the other in her hand. “I’ll give you $250 to eat me and then fuck me. If you give me an orgasm I’ll add this extra $50. Shall we go see if we’re…compatible?”
We went to my room. Michelle, as she told me to call her, was wearing a very expensive looking dress so I took a hanger from my closet and handed it to her. “Very thoughtful of you,” she said. She turned and I unzipped her, then picked up the dress as she stepped out of it. She took her shoes off as I hung the dress up. I then unclipped her bra and set it on my desk. Her legs were tanned and I was surprised she wasn’t wearing hose. “Now for you,” she said and she removed my polo shirt. I stepped out of my shoes, then she opened my belt and pants and I stepped out of them. We both stood in our underpants. Michelle lay on my bed and pointed to her pussy. “Eat me first.” I knelt on the bed and pulled her panties off. She was fairly hairy, something I’m not used to, but she wasn’t expecting to have sex.
I laid down between her legs and moved them over my shoulders. I began by licking her several times from anus to clit. She cooed and wiggled and I knew I was pleasing her. What they say about sex and riding bicycles must be true. I then stuck first one finger and then a second into her and found her G spot right away. Her butt and back came off the bed and her pussy muscles squeezed my fingers. “Oh, come on, put your cock in me!”
I took my briefs off and lined my cock up and slowly fed it into her, but she would have none of the slow stuff. She put her feet around my ass, lifted her pelvis, and pulled me in. “Don’t pound me, but give it to me firm.”
“Where do you want me to come?”
“In me. I can’t get pregnant.”
I started sliding my seven inches in and out slowly but firmly. She sped me up with foot pressure on my butt. Soon she was moving her head from side to side saying, “Oh yes, oh god, oh yes.” Then her pelvis lifted and she began ramming into me. I felt my load starting to move up my prick. “I’m going to cum soon,” I told her.
“Good, I’m read y for you.” I moved my hands under her and grabbed her ass and really went deep. Soon I rammed deep and let go a large load, and as I did Michelle let out a load groan. And her pussy gripped me like a fist closing around it.
A few minutes later I lifted up and looked Michelle in the eyes. “I hope I made you happy.”
She smiled back at me. “You certainly did. You earned the extra $50, and then some. Can you do once a week?”
Four days later, on Friday, my second day of classes I was sitting in the kitchen when Aunt Cathy came in from her salon. “You got a call from a lady named Leah. She’s a friend of Mrs. Porter. She asked for an appointment for tanning, when you’ll be here.”
“Do you know her?”
“Yes, I do her hair once or twice a year. Very pretty lady, younger than me, maybe 35 years old.”
“This doesn’t bother you?”
“Are you kidding? I’m jealous.”
“Jealous? You know what mom and dad would say.” Aunt Cathy laughed as she walked back to her salon. I called Leah and she asked if I would be there in an hour.
An hour later I saw a black BMW pull into the driveway. A few minutes later Aunt Cathy walked Leah into the main area of the house. I was dressed in dockers and a nice shirt. Leah was wearing a nice pant suit. She stood about 5’8” tall, had small breasts, blond hair and a big smile. “Are you Drew?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Michelle Porter is a good friend of mine. She told me you made her cum three times in one hour. My husband is sixteen years older than me, works long hours, and hasn’t pleased me in years. He usually cums as soon as he sticks it in me. I’m not love starved, but I’m orgasm starved. Think you can help?”
“I can try my best for you.”
“What do you charge?”
“I don’t know. Michelle was the first person I did that with. Why don’t we first see if I can help you.”
She shrugged. “That’s good customer service.”
I led her back to my room and shut the door. She unbuttoned her suit jacket and kicked her shoes off. She was doing things quickly. “Leah, slow down. Let’s relax and enjoy our time.” I stepped up to her and began unbuttoning her silk blouse. She reached up and unbuttoned my polo shirt. As I mentioned, her breasts were small, probably an A cup, but as soon as I touched her nipples she moaned and told me her breasts were sensitive and she liked breast action. I unhooked and lowered her pants, then removed her pantyhose, and sat her on the bed. She then undid my belt and pants and lowered them. “What do you like, Leah?”
“Oh, I love my breasts played with.