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Imagine yourself meeting the girl of your dreams one day: young, stunningly gorgeous to look at, very nice and lot of fun to be with and on top of that also with a mindset that is totally on the same wavelength as you are on. Sounds too good to be true? Maybe so…

It all started some seven or eight years ago when in my case that dream girl suddenly seemed to have really appeared to me. Almost twelve years younger than me she was, really very beautiful and she quickly became also much more than just a good colleague of mine when we found out that we had that certain and unique ‘click’ together. Sandra was her name and she was only twenty years of age when she was introduced to us at the day she joined our office staff. She came to assist the two girls that were already employed at our office. One of them was a girl in my team called Debby, twenty four back then, married too young already and she had become a mother much too young as well. She was a nice girl but definitely not a stunner. Debby was modest, simple and quite naïve and she liked to get the attention from her male colleagues and she also had a crush on me so she always did whatever I requested from her. Because Debby badly needed some excitement in her so dull and empty life she gave me some very nice oral treatments once or twice a week before or after working hours. For some years now we would meet each other at some country road nearby our office where she then would get into my car, open up my pants and then just blow me until I would have my orgasm in the back of her throat. Just a blowjob nothing more. With a clean dick I could then start work that morning or go home afterwards. Debby needed her naughty little secret and she had not problems with being unfaithful to her husband whatsoever. I’ve never fucked her and she always pretended to just enjoy giving me head as longwinded as possible and even said to like the taste of my cum. So I let her blow me whenever she wanted to, but was always very careful that no one would ever caught us in the act.

The other girl at the office, the twenty-two year old Lisa, wasn’t my type. She just looked a bit too cheap and usually she made all the wrong choices in her clothing. She had unfortunate bad karma to always attract the wrong men, mostly the bigger dark men that only used her and then soon left her again. Lisa had two kids of two different and unknown fathers already and she needed her job badly to provide for her kids.

The freshly recruited Sandra really seemed to be an angel in comparison with these other two ladies. Sandra was a real stunner and on top of that she had class and good taste and she was , although blond, also real a clever girl. When she joined us she was still single and surprisingly Sandra started gradually to come on to me. She first chased Debby away from me by showing me all of Debby’s mistakes and shortcomings. When she noticed I could get along fine with Debby she than told me how very badly her taste was and made it visible what kind of a cheap tramp she was because of all her flirting with all the men around. Afraid she would found out about Debby and me but also enjoying her presence I let Sandra come between Debby and me. The prospect of getting a much better girl in return for Debby as a mistress or even more than that was also very appealing. Debby understood her dismissal quite quickly and she quietly and disappointed took her distance from me and I presume that she in time had found some other colleague to offer her services to.

The following three years between Sandra and me nothing really happened, but we became very close. She sincerely loved my sense of humor and she really was everything that I could wish for in a girl. Besides our ‘click’ that marvelous body of hers was also more than perfect. I loved every curve of her body; her small, but firm breasts, her so nicely rounded behind, her slim waist, her long and slim legs, just everything. Her face was also beautiful. She had long blond hair and small, but playful brown eyes with thin dark eyebrows. I loved to spent time with her and besides work we often had lunch together and even called each other for hours. From the start I already knew it would be impossible to withstand her and in the end I finally fell completely for her.

My biggest problem with all of this was the timing. After some years of enjoying my life as a bachelor I had just settled with my girl and gotten her pregnant just at the time when Sandra made her appearance to me. Debby had never been any kind threat to my relationship, but when I found out that Sandra’s was really more than interested in me and that there even was a credible opportunity to be with her for real, the girl of my dreams, I then took the risk of leaving my girl and gave everything up that I had. Than a strange time began from the moment Sandra and I really kissed. When I then was allowed to touch her breasts and even to put my hand between her legs she drove me all crazy. But the craziness didn’t last and sadly things then all took a whole different turn.

When Sandra knew that I was really breaking up for her, she just let me proceed. Then, when I made it clear that I was available to her, she suddenly told me she had chosen her boyfriend instead of me. I had always been a good friend to her, but nothing more she stated. I was flabbergasted now that I found myself with nothing, not even the submissive Debby.

I will skip the whole period of misery Sandra then caused me, but it in short it appeared that ‘my’ Sandra had always been very manipulative. Sandra had constantly been looking for ‘the better deal’ back then and I was only one of the opportunities. My status and income where interesting enough for her and on top of that we could also get along fine, but then to my surprise there appeared to be some other players as well. I finally started to understand how Sandra had always really enjoyed the game she had played with me but also with her other admirers. I found out that I had been nothing more than only just one of her little pawns on the board and more and more I started to recognize the names of those other ‘pawns’ and their relationship to Sandra. Other ‘pawns’ who’s hands also had skimmed the surface of her body, or even further than that….

While playing the game her boyfriend had made a real unexpected but masterly move also, probably without even knowing he was playing himself: He suddenly had gotten the young Sandra pregnant!

Things rapidly all fell apart around me and as soon as I could then get a better job I left the office and above all I fled this Sandra and her continuous influence on me. I badly needed some peace and a lot of time to save my own broken relationship again. It was very hard but I luckily succeeded.

Now, another three years later, Sandra has recovered from bearing even her second child and she suddenly makes her reappearance in the game again….

After three years of keeping only a very scarce contact with me by email Sandra unexpectedly intensified her contact with me not so long ago. I started to receive email from her much more frequently. I always answered her shortly and politely to find out what it was that she wanted. At first we reminisced about the past but the she also seemed very much interested in me and my current life. I was really flattered by the interest she invested in me and in an enthusiastic mood I invited her to talk things over at lunch some time. Sandra gladly excepted my invitation and soon afterwards we met after all that time. We only had just a quick sandwich in my car at a quit place we used to visit in the old days and while we ate we were having a pleasant conversation about our time at the office back then. Our ‘click’ had seemed to have stand the test of time and the atmosphere felt all real familiar again. She told me that she missed me and that the office had become much too quit since I had left. In the back of my head I very well knew what she had caused me, but I also very well knew that I deep down inside had still those strong feelings for her. Too soon her break was over and I had to return her to the office again. Those twenty five minutes we had spent I had used to take a real good look at her again as well. Time hadn’t left her alone. Sandra’s young and innocent youthful glow that I used to like so much had gone. I must admit that I at first had felt a bit disappointed when I noticed that she had seemed to have gotten much older as I had expected. Maybe it was a combination of time and her being a mother now. Maybe she had a bad hair and make-up day? Or maybe my mind just had romanticized her too much?

A few weeks later we had lunch together again and this time I took her to a nice restaurant. She had really put a lot of effort into herself that time and she looked gorgeous, although that ‘glow’ of her was still missing. Again we had a good time and she was still the same person as she was before. In spite of our real good time I noticed that I didn’t feel those same emotions for her as intensely as I had felt in the past. I even felt a bit guilty that I now only fancied her much more for her body right now. The realization that I was over her hit me and I knew that I would definitely not risk my life and that of my family for her again.

So away from my feelings I was now curious if she still was looking for that better deal or if she was in for a serious relationship or just an affair or a lover and until I had found out about all of those possibilities I would stay in touch with her. Now she would play my game as well!

I don’t know why, but somewhere a voice told me Sandra was holding something back for me and started asking questions: Why this sudden renewed interest in me? Was this a new game? Did she need someone to manipulate? I also knew she had that self protecting ‘brick wall’ to shield her deepest emotions, but there was something more than that, something much deeper. Because she could be so mendacious I felt the urge to just find out much more about her motives.

So I decided to do some more research….

On a Friday, which had become Sandra’s regular day off since she had gotten her second child a year ago, I was driving home early and happened to be in her neighborhood. After some hesitation I found myself suddenly leaving the highway and I then just drove my car into her street. When I came close I happened to see her leaving her house. I quickly drove past her, hoping that she would not notice me and fortunately she didn’t. In my rearview mirror I then saw her getting into a car, but not hers. Sandra was all dressed up and she looked real good. Curious why I saw no boyfriend or children accompany her and also curious where she was going and with who I decided make a U-turn and follow her. The big sedan she had just gotten into on the passenger side drove hastily away and it took me some trouble to keep up with her and stay undetected at the same time. Her voyage brought me to a recreational area at the edge of town and I had to stop following her to keep unnoticed because of the quiet road she now took. I parked my car alongside the road and hesitated if I should turn around and just leave them. I felt ashamed to have interfered in her life and I wanted to turn around now, but my curiosity concerning her whereabouts won so I left my car and continued on foot . I took a narrow footpath between the overgrowth and even had to leave the footpath to approach them unseen. After some while I spotted the car that Sandra had gotten into and another car some distance in front of it. In Sandra’s car was a tanned bold guy, who had a big tribal tattoo on his shoulder, very busy calling on his cell phone. Sandra herself was not inside the car. So I snuck upon the other car and there I spotted some movement inside. I came even closer and detected another guy sitting behind the wheel and something moving in the front seat. As soon as I noticed what It looked like a cold shower ran down my spine. It took not much imagination to presume what was happening here. A guy was lying backwards and a blond head was moving between his body and the steering wheel. The ever so virtuous Sandra seemed to be having sex in that car. It seemed like she was giving head! I could not believe what I saw and I directly felt very sick and was all shook up about the fact that she was having an affair. Why had she had chosen some other guy other then me to be unfaithful to? Who was that other guy? I hastily fled the scene but before I could get far I had to stop to throw up. For a while I sat there on my knees in the grass waiting for the sick feeling in my gut to dissolve. Then I heard both cars turn around and drive past me. Quickly I rushed back to my car and I was just able to catch up with the last car. I then followed that car, a dark blue executive type of BMW. It drove to an office building nearby and there a descent looking guy in a suit came out and disappeared into the office building.

Disappointed I went home and still I felt really sick the following few days. When I then received another email from Sandra I just couldn’t get myself to answer it and the next Friday I found myself in her street again, early and waiting. Around the same time as I came by the week before the car with the bold tattooed guy entered her street and as soon as it had pulled over Sandra came rushing out of her house and got in. Again she was all dressed up and again she was all alone. When they drove off I chased them again to see if she would meet that same office guy, but this time she was brought to a small house where an elderly man welcomed her inside. She stayed there for approximately half an hour and then the bold guy that had waited for her in front of the house, brought her to another address. At this address she was welcomed by a man, but again not the same gay as the one I saw last week. All confused I parked and waited and observed the car that brought her there. The bold guy still was unaware of my presence and he also seemed to be waiting patiently while making some calls. Within 45 minutes Sandra came outside again and quickly kissed the man she had visited goodbye on the cheek and then she quickly got into the car again. They then left.

I was puzzled and found all of this very odd. Who were all these guy’s. What business had she to attend here? These were all houses, not offices or shops or even a doctors? Did she visit her grandpa this morning? Why was she driven by that guy and didn’t she use her own car then? I took my laptop, but even on the internet I could not find anything about this places. Sandra had gone and here I was in some street in some town. My curiosity was killing me and I just had to know what was going on, so I got out of my car and took the risk to visit that last address as well myself.

The man I had seen welcoming Sandra opened the door for me and he looked inquisitively at me. I stood there before him dressed in my suit and I carrying my leather writing-case. Hastily I searched for my words and then I just asked him who the girl was he just had received in his home. My simple question made him freeze and then he asked me to come inside so he could explain. Then, before I could even tell him who I was or what I exactly was I wanted, he just started talking, explaining me that he didn’t want any trouble and telling me how he had found the girl that just left on the internet. He almost cried when he stated that his marriage was not that well at the moment and that he was badly in need of some kind of female ‘company’. He was all by himself today and he had been browsing the internet for armature-hookers, hoping to find a young student or something like that who would offer her services to pay for her scholarship. Then he had found this girl that called herself ‘Prissily’ at some other amateur website. Although the face in her picture was made unclear for her privacy, he had seen enough to feed his appetite and in an impulse he had called her number and they had made an appointment. He kept on repeating that he didn’t want any trouble and was willing to cooperate as long as his wife and daughter would stay out of this. The man was very afraid and even started promising me to never call any hooker again. I was stunned when I heard all of this, but when my anger took over from my surprise I boldly asked him for the information about the website and the phone number he had contacted. I told him that I would keep in touch with him before I left, but he then almost cried and begged to not contact him again in the future. I said I would in his circumstances give in to his demand but only if he would pay me a fine up front to buy himself off and that he had to give me a real honest statement of what it was he and ‘Prissily’ had done. The fine would be equal the sum he had paid for the services of ‘Prissily’. I was stunned again when he took 250,- from his wallet and gave it to me. Ashamed he also handed me the tiny piece of ladies underwear she had given him after he had asked for it. Then, while I hid how badly hurt I was by obtaining this painful knowledge, he told me how this ‘Prissily’ had followed him to his bedroom where she first had undressed and showed herself. Then she had undressed him and played with and massaged his male organ. She had firstly washed him thoroughly and had then put a condom around his dick. She had carefully orally pleased him for a while and afterwards he was allowed to have intercourse with her in missionary position on the bed. He was very impressed by the young girl with that fine body that was instead of his ugly wife’s in her place in their bed and he wanted a long lasting experience, but he sadly had come too soon. ‘Prissily’ had politely stayed with him, exposing herself naked and with her legs spread in front of his eyes to fill the time she was booked. Then she had left him. I took my quite some effort to keep myself together while he told me all of this. All the time this incomprehension rushed through my head: My Sandra had become a prostitute? A hooker? A Whore? But why?

Angry I rushed back to the first address. That old guy? Was he, she just couldn’t, could she?

I rang his doorbell a few times and finally that old man came to the door. At first I was angry, but then I understood that I probably could learn a lot more if I would be more resourceful. So I greeted him with a phony smile and told him that I was doing a survey about the services from ‘our girls’ and that he could even win another free visit if he would be so kind to cooperate with improving our services. The old guy proudly told me that he still liked them young and showed me inside. Once in his living room he had no problems with telling me about the hookers he once in a while ordered. “The younger I can get them, the better” he laughed. He then told me how he had received a fine specimen this very day. He had forgotten her name, but she had undressed herself completely and shown him her gorgeous naked young body. He was even allowed to touch her. He didn’t tell me where he touched , but the way he held his stretched finger underneath his nose told me more than I wanted to know. Then he told me how the girl, that was old enough to be his granddaughter, had opened his pants while he was sitting in this very chair and taken is old, but still functioning, organ out. He had enjoyed looking at her while she had been sitting on her knees, jerking him off. The little ejaculation he had managed to produce had landed on her nicely small tits and she had left it there slowly oozing down her stomach for some minutes until his time was up. Then he had watched her wash herself thoroughly and as soon as she was dressed she had left. The payment was ‘only’ 250,- for the girl and for squirting his old sticky load at her perfect young titties another 50,- extra.

<>I got back into my car and for a long time I felt really strange. Adrenaline was rushing through my body because I had done some serious research and discovered some serious facts. I looked at the sum of money in my hand and at the same time I felt very sick again now I had found out that Sandra, ‘my Sandra’ sold her body. Again I could only wonder and guess why?

I drove to a parking lot where I then took my laptop and first visited the web-address that both the guy and the old man had given me, but I could not find her there. Then I called the phone number I had been given. Not ‘Prissily’ or Sandra answered, but some guy. Was this that bold tattooed guy? Was he her pimp or something? When I then asked if ‘Prissily’ was around he then told me that that particular girl was only available at Friday’s between eleven in the morning and five in the afternoon. At the question if he could tell me what services she provided or if I could get her picture, because some friend had recommended her to me, he only gave me an access code that I could use together with a telephone number to see her. I logged on and after using my credit card and paying a considerable amount to get access I finally found ‘Prissily’ her page and got only four pictures. One was a picture of Sandra dressed in sexy underwear and with her face made all blurry. In spite of that I recognized her at once and was further on treated with three nice close-ups from her nice butt, her small, but firm naked breasts and her thin lace covered crotch. Beside the pictures was a diagram with all kind of services that she provided or didn’t provide at all.

The Caucasian ‘Prissily’ lied three years about being twenty four, but her measurements and blond hair color and her breast size being a B-cup seemed to be correct. ‘Prissily’ only had safe, one on one sex, orally and vaginally. No kissing, no anal, no squirting, no peeing. Her price 250,- to start with for half an hour of pleasure.…

The last time I had met Sandra for lunch I had suggested her to both take an afternoon off sometime so we could spent some more time together in that case. That was off course before I learned what I knew now and I hadn’t felt like contacting her again since. I rather wanted to forget all about her, but suddenly she sent me another email in which she suggested me a date on which we could meet again. I thought about it for a while before I replied her e-mail and asked myself meanwhile if I would want to meet her after all of this. Should I confront her with what I had seen or was I going to play dumb? But after long and careful consideration I decided to try and take advantage of the situation and just meet her after all.

The date was set and we then met again on a Thursday at a ‘safe place’, away from her neighborhood and her work. She had taken the whole afternoon off and it was a nice and warm sunny day. I had found an ideal spot which I had suggested to her. There was a small, but nice restaurant where I took her to have lunch. We had a nice talk and we laughed again and everything felt so good again as ever, besides my lurking double feelings about Sandra being a whore. After lunch we then took a walk in the nature reserve close by. It was an ideal place where only very few people came and at a nice spot on the riverbank I then laid down a blanked. In the warm sun we both sat down to talk some more. Sandra seemed to be at ease and she talked about how things had changed at the office. I listened only half, because I had heard all those stories before and I just observed her talking, noticing how very desirable she still was. I still liked her body, but not who she was or had became as a person any longer now. While I watched her she talked about how Lisa had met one wrong guy after another and how she had gotten in financial trouble. She laughed about how Debby in time had fallen so deep that now no one of the other colleagues would even speak to her at all. I fed the conversation by telling her some anecdotes about Debby that I still remembered. How she got on affair after another, even after she got married for the second time and Sandra took the bait. Sandra went on and on about Debby and she described extensively to me what kind of real easy and cheap ‘whore’ that Debby was. I then innocently asked her: “But isn’t she in that case not just a cheap slut or filthy tramp instead of a whore? No one has ever paid Debby like one would have to pay a whore. Debby’s services are easy to get and completely for free…” As I said this I watched Sandra closely, but she didn’t really react on this little hint I gave her.

I changed the subject and then let her tell as much as possible about her own kids and her boyfriend. She kept the appearances up that they were all doing fine. I then later on tried to give her another hint, when I ‘confessed’ to her once again how very beautiful I still thought she was and how sorry I was that she was in a relationship. I told her that I had no intentions to steal her away from her boyfriend, but if she would give me an opportunity to just only once be with her I would definitely accept. She laughed and listened flattered how I told her how I still fancied her and how I would still give anything to just be with her if possible.

It struck me how well trained Sandra was in keeping her split personality hidden for the outside world. Her superficial small talk continued and the anger that she still was so incomprehensible to me started to build up inside. Then I just got fed up with it and at a certain point I just asked her bluntly if she was in some kind of financial trouble at this moment in her life. This was no subtle or careful hint and the total complete different direction of the subject I brought up made her very cautious and I noticed that I got her full attention now. Then I started telling her how I wondered about how a small family, just like we both had, could manage in these times. I estimated that she had I nice house with probably also a nice mortgage. I assumed that their two relatively new cars, the daycare center bills to pay for their two kids, her household and in particular her expensive taste in nice clothing and perfumes and so on would demand a certain level of income. In my case the salaries of me and my partner and my bonuses where all hardly needed to get by. In her case I estimated that her costs would probably be similar to mine, or even higher. I guessed that it would be hard on her small salary and the salary of her boyfriend to pay for all of that. Sandra looked at me as if she had lost me completely. A silence fell and she then cautiously asked me what it was I meant and what it is I wanted.

After a small pause I looked straight into her eyes and then my simple question struck her and it obviously struck her real hard: “Why do you sell your body Sandra?”. She was baffled and looked at me as if she got stung by a bee or something. With her face all red and a vague smile she managed to stumble: “What…what do you mean?…” It was obvious she was now trying to win herself some time so she could give me an answer to escape this matter and maybe test what I really knew. I kept on looking her deep into her so carefully made-up beautiful brown eyes and I then watched my angel fall in front of me when I just asked her “If I really desire to be with you, if only for half an hour, do I than contact ‘ Prissily’ or the ‘Amature Young Mothers’?” Sandra was now flabbergasted and I saw how her eyes became all watery. She then broke down and started crying and without having to ask anymore her whole story came out.

I now learned that a lot of the assumptions I had made had proven to be right. When her boyfriend had bought them the house back then she had given him a last chance to better himself. One of her demands had been that he should show her how responsible he really was and it all happened just before she really could break up with him. Even knowing that I was breaking up for her, she let me go and now she finally said she was sorry for what she caused me and that she was even more sorry that we never got together back then.

But her boyfriend also really bettered his life and when she became pregnant she diced to keep the child and stay with him. When I then had left the office it all became easier for her. Her relationship went all right, but as time went by her boyfriend didn’t prove to bring in enough money to support the standard at which she wanted to live. Although he had proven himself as a good father and a nice partner, his lack of ambition and poor salary made her unhappy, so she started contacting me again as well as some other guy´s. Sandra´s quest for that ´better deal´ was reopened…

I let her talk and talk but a lot of the waterfall of words she now spilled out got lost. I listened only half and when she finally finished she looked at me and told me how lucky she was that she knew me as a good friend. I didn’t answer and she must have noticed how her sweet face and nice words didn´t work for her now.

When I repeated my question about why she sold herself she only answered that that would only be temporarily measure and only until she had solved her financial problems. She had only been able to take this step while she had been abused before. The difference between being abused and selling her body wasn’t that big for her and at least she got some money now. While I to her surprise suddenly gave her the little piece of underwear back I had retrieved I then asked her if she even didn’t care if she had to blow some guy’s dick in a parked car somewhere in a park or if she had to jerk an elderly until he would come over her own naked breasts. Sandra’s eyes hit the ground and she started crying all over again. She was not proud at herself anymore and as soon as she had cleared her conscious a bit I then asked her what she would think would happen if somebody else than me would happen to find out about your little extra earnings? What if her mother or her boyfriend or a colleague would discover about her being a part time prostitute? Sandra now really became speechless and stumbled that It would hurt a lot of people around her and she even probably would risk loosing her children.

I told her how very sorry I now felt for her but I also had lost my esteem for her completely. We could maybe have been a nice couple once, but now she was in my eyes even less then Lisa and Debby. What kind of mother would do something like she had done?

I went even a step further and told her to quit selling herself at once and warned her that ‘other people’ could probably find out about her secret as well. When I mentioned some names of her friends and relatives, all people I had found the email addresses of, she got frightened and promised me to quit right away. To prove herself I gave her some time to call her pimp on the spot and she did. It was a long an difficult call and the guy still tried to convince her to stay and keep working on Fridays. When she under the pressure of my presence persisted and after keeping her last earnings behind he let her go and told her he would remove her site at once.

For a while we sat there on my blanked facing opposite sides.

But I hadn’t quite finished with her yet….

“ Tomorrow morning I will come and visit you Sandra ” I told her “So don’t let me discover your pimp anywhere near your address again!” I warned her angry. She looked at me and promised me not to go out and play the whore again. “But there is more Sandra. You must dress yourself in your long black boots and black underwear when I visit you tomorrow” Surprised she asked what it was I intended en then I told her that now I expected her to have sex with me. Tomorrow would be her chance to secure her little secret by letting me into her bed and pleasure me like the whore she had become. She would do whatever I would ask from her without hesitation and I even told her that I would pay her this one time for the services she would so willingly provide to me. Besides I still had that money on me from that guy some weeks ago.

Sandra was shocked, but she understood in what kind of a nasty situation she was and she complied.

Now the tables had turned and this time I was the one in control. Sandra was going to be my new Debby and there were a lot of blowjobs to catch up now!

To prove Sandra the seriousness of what I had just demanded I then told her to give me some head, right here, right now. “No please! Please I don’t want to do this” Was her answer and she looked at me with her still teary eyes and dark stained mascara. She was hopeful that I would make some sick kind of joke but when she discovered that I was dead serious she approached me and with revulsion she than slowly started to open my pants with her trembling fingers. Again she tried to convince me a last time to leave her at peace. “Please, don’t let me do this, I really don’t want to do this…. please….” She wined, but when I didn’t respond I felt her hands taking my belt off and then she opened my pants. My arousal took over from my anger and all excited I witnessed how her blond head came closer to my lower body and how she then obediently freed my swollen dick from my shorts. “Oh yeah, suck my dick Sandra….suck it you whore…..suck it right now” I encouraged her softly while I felt my dick quickly stiffening in her hand. Then I felt the warm sensation of Sandra’s mouth when she folded her lips around my dick. First hesitatingly but then gently Sandra started to give me a blowjob in the warm afternoon sun. My dick kept on swelling inside her mouth and in a state of total disbelief I became slowly aware that the girl of my dreams was now finally making one of my biggest dreams come true, but with aversion. The beautiful and still so very much younger Sandra was actually sucking my unprotected dick now. Sandra was giving me a blowjob in the middle of this reserve. I even wondered if this ever could have happened if she had been a real faithful girl without those secrets. My hand s played through her soft blond hair as her head moved slowly up and down over the hardened pole that was inside her mouth. While my sweat, traces of urine and pre-cum got dissolved in her saliva she let herself direct the desired speed with my hand. After some time I felt how my balls began to contract and shrink. My orgasm came in reach and I sighed heavily when that heavenly feeling became stronger. As soon as I felt how my juices started to flow I could only bring out a high pitched “Swallow” Then Sandra’s mouth brought me to my climax and I felt myself heavily come. I watched groaningly how spurt after spurt of semen was kept inside her mouth. The blond head that kept my dick deep inside kept on sucking me until I had to beg her to stop. Sandra had humbly swallowed whatever I had produced inside of her mouth and a shiny clean dick emerged from her skilful mouth again. While her hand held my dick Sandra looked at me with her face all red and a bit ashamed as well. I noticed how she meanwhile tried to swallow the bad taste from her mouth. She didn’t like the taste of cum and I knew that she never swallowed a load, not even from her own boyfriend.

I looked at her and for the first time ever she now looked ugly. Her make-up was smeared. Her face was red, and her eyes even redder. Her hair was messy. “Please go away” I then told her. Without saying a word she let go of my dick that she was still holding and the she hastily took her things and walked away. As I made my clothes descent again I heard her cry in the distance. I waited a while until I knew she would be gone and then I went home myself.

Friday, the day after, I stood on her doorstep as I had promised her and was quickly let inside by her. Sandra wore a silk black dressing gown and, just as she was told, she wore her slim black leather boots underneath. I handed her the money but all disappointed she said she didn’t want it. I gave her the money anyway, because this was no friendly house call, no, this was a paid visit in which she would get used for nothing but her body.

For a moment we stood there in the hallway and I then pulled the knot from her gown. The gown fell open and I saw she was dressed in nothing but a tiny black bra and slim black G-string. “Take it off” I whispered, slightly pulling her gown aside. Sandra bent her shoulders backwards and the silk piece of clothing slid from her shoulders and landed behind her on the floor. I came closer to her and took hold of her hips. They felt firm. With my thumbs I then pulled her G-string halfway down her upper legs, exposing her freshly shaven and completely bold pussy. My hand slid between her legs to touch her there, feeling her soft and smooth hairless pussy lips. One finger dug inside her cunt. She felt dry and I noticed how I caused her some pain while forcing my middle finger as deeply as possible into her, between her legs.

“ Show me your bed Prissily” I commanded her while I withdrew my finger. Confronted with her painfully exposed alter ego I saw her face change again, but she said nothing and went upstairs, leading me the way to her bedroom. While she climbed the stairs she quickly drew her G-string back up. The master bedroom in Sandra’s home was cozy and tastefully furnished. The walls had all kinds of shades of brown and the furniture was white. Her bedcovers where white and the bed was tidy made. The heavy dark brown curtains where halfway closed to secure her privacy but also the allow enough light into the room. When we had entered the room I closed the door behind us and I told her to lie down on the bed and on her stomach, with her head facing away from me. Then started to undress myself. I looked around, still not able to believe that I was now in the bedroom of that girl that once seemed so far beyond my reach. As I peeled layer after layer of my clothing away I watched Sandra laying there in front of me, patiently awaiting what was going to happen to her.

Naked I came closer to her and watched her long, curly and golden blond hair, her slim waist, her beautiful back, her perfect legs, that gorgeous butt that makes your mouth water and the thin black string between those fine buttocks of her.

I climbed beside her on the bed and caressed her back for a while, meanwhile telling her how gorgeous I still found her and how I once had felt for her. When Sandra turned her head my way and wanted to tell me she still had feeling for me to, I told her that it would probably be better for her to not speak to me at all. In a calm voice I then told her what to expect from me. I told her that she was lucky that her kids weren’t here, because to make her understand the seriousness of the situation she would have to perform oral sex on me again in the room of her little daughter and maybe after that she would have to ride my dick in the room of her little baby boy. I then started to open her bra and she held her breath.

He bra feel on the floor and I noticed her hesitating if she would say something to me, but when my thumbs hooked between the sides of her little G-string she held herself still. This time I pulled her tiny undergarment all the way down until halfway between her by her black boots covered splint bones. Then I rolled her over and got on top of her. With my knees I pushed her knees apart so I could now finally make her to have intercourse with me. I kissed her mouth while my unprotected and unwashed dick penetrated her as deeply as possible. She kissed me back, but not very eagerly. Then I started out with having a good fuck on Sandra. I took her where her boyfriend would normally take her. The same house, the same room, the same bed, and above all the same cunt and that felt quite good. Sandra’s smooth shaven cunt wasn’t tight, but it was very warm and moist enough without being real wet or sloppy and I could feel my dick rubbing along her insides when I fucked her. On and off I played with her little breasts while I moved my pole up and down through her pussy. I suckled her nipples and even bit them a few times. All the time Sandra just lay there on her backside and co-operative she kept her nice legs apart for me while she let it all just happen to her. She definitely didn’t want any of this and she could not determent if she was being raped now, while I had given her that money anyway.

She hadn’t even bothered about asking me if I would please wear a condom or something. She also never would taste or even swallow somebody’s semen, but in my case she understood that she had no other options than to comply to whatever I wanted.

When I got tired of fucking her I slid down and gave her an oral treatment. Her pussy didn’t even taste that great as I had expected of a young girl, but Sandra wasn’t that young anymore also.

I think I must have suckled her an orgasm at one point, because her body shivered heavily at one point and she then almost cried and begged me to stop sucking on her so sensitive clitoris.

As the abused of Sandra inside her own house lasted I got more and more reminded by that old guy finger fucking Sandra or squirting his old sticky semen over the tits I just had licked and suckled longwinded. When I then fucked her again the image of some guy in a suit having his penis inside her mouth or a man with marriage problems playing with her knickers came to mind. Although she had a heavenly body I just could not enjoy having sex with her as much as I would like.

Suddenly I felt I got sick of her again and I withdrew my dick from her body. I left the bedroom to visit the bathroom to take a pee and on my way back I got inside the room of little Laura, her three year old daughter. Laura had a nice and innocent room with a lot of pink and white and with a lot of dolls and bears everywhere.

I called out to Sandra and she came lingering into her little daughters room. “Please kneel” Was all I had to say softly and she got on her bear knees and took my erected dick inside her mouth once again. Sandra just suckled my organ a bit and without even looking up to me. Together with the urine traces of my recent bathroom visit she spit some pubic hairs from her mouth. “Look at me!” I suddenly shouted loud and angry. The sudden burst of volume scared her and now she really started giving me some real head right away. Her eyes looked up and found mine and then she started to suck my dick strong and hard as if she wanted me to come real quick now so this could all end as soon as possible and we could leave her sweet daughters room. “Because you are so very motivated to suck me this hard I don’t want you to swallow me right away shortly, but I want to see what’s inside you pretty mouth Sandra” I told her. Then soon my orgasm was on its way already and I felt squirt after squirt of semen being ejaculated inside Sandra’s mouth. Like an obedient dog, she then sat there on her knees with her mouth open in the middle of her daughters room. Sandra’s tongue was in the midst of the huge load of white muck that I had produced and her face clearly showed her dislike for the taste and smell of it. When I told her to swallow she quickly shut and cleared her mouth, but she wasn’t allowed to leave just yet. Because she so hastily let me come I had something extra made up for her. With disbelief she saw how I picked one of the Barbie dolls from the shelf. It was Barbie dressed as a princess and obviously it must have been one of her daughters favorites. I handed the beautiful doll to Sandra and then told her to masturbate herself with it, deeply. She looked at me as if I had completely lost it, but I persisted and told her how I expected her to show me what it was I desired.

Carefully Sandra lie down on top of her daughters pink Princess-bed. One of her heels, still covered by those horney boots, was set against her buttock, the other leg was spread widely outside the childs bed, so I could watch her bold pussy closely and in spread position. Sandra looked one last time at me, but she then took her daughters precious Barbie and carefully she removed the little silver shoos from her feet. Then she folded the romantic white and silver Princess gown upwards and slowly she started to feed her cunt both stretched legs of the Barbie-doll. Daughter Laura’s Barbie went slowly inside the lower body of her mother until it got stuck inside just above the doll’s waist. Then Sandra started masturbating herself with it. It was almost funny to see the doll move up and down as if the cunt it was fed into was some kind of quicksand. I let her humiliate herself for some time and then I told her to stop it. The wet doll was then placed on the toy box.

Inside the room of her baby boy I made her bent over and take hold of the bars of her son’s bedstead so I could fuck her from behind. I held Sandra firmly by the hips while I fucked her real hard. Again it was a long lasting fuck, because I just could not come. Her blowjob had drenched my balls from all my cum and those thoughts about Sandra’s clients kept also bothering me. Tired of fucking her I then told her to jerk me off. Sandra massaged and wanked and jerked my dick as good as she could. It really took her a lot of effort, but finally she made me come. Again I asked her to kneel and my last but sore ejaculation landed on top of her tits, just like that old man must have done.

As a symbolic punishment I let her also ‘pleasure’ herself in this room with one of her son’s toys. Again it was a doll, but this time much thicker than a Barbie. The doll I picked could make all kinds of noises and would ask the one that took it if he would come and play with him, then sing songs or count numbers. I made Sandra squat and told her to now insert this toy as far as possible. Sandra slowly pushed the happy electronic fella inside herself and even deeper as I had expected her to do. Once inside I could still hear the cheerful toy asking to come and play and sing and count. Sandra was meek and fucked herself with the loud toy, hoping that her ordeal would end soon. There she was, the girl I once adored, the girl I once would have given about anything to get, the girl I once even wanted for me wife now fucking herself in the middle of a baby-room with some stupid and noisy electronic infant toy!

Suddenly I got fed up with it and I left Sandra there fucking herself. I left the room and went back to the bedroom. There I took my clothes and as quickly as I could I got dressed again. Then, when i hastily wanted to leave Sandra’s house, I saw her on last time in the hallway. She looked at me, the electronic toy still audible in the room behind her. I felt nothing for her. The now poor and pathetic Sandra could not even turn me on anymore too.

Last week she suddenly sent me an email again. She is going to work longer hours at her regular job and her boyfriend has even made a small promotion. Their financial problems aren’t over yet, but with one of their cars now sold the rest of their down payments are bearable. ‘Prisilly’ is nowhere to be found.

Sandra wishes that things would have gone for the better between us and hopes I will help her to keep her little secret because she doesn’t want to risk losing her family, even if it means having to pay for it in whatever way I desire.

Maybe I’ll visit her some other time to have lunch or a good fuck….