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His first entry had been tentative and gentle, not this time; he shoved his cock fully into me and began pounding me with hard, fast and deep strokes. My heart began to race as his hard fucking was hitting all the right spots. It felt so good to feel a man fucking me with such abandon that it was impossible for me to push off my impending orgasm. I came hard, gripping his strong back while he continued to drive into me without breaking his stride. This kept me at my peak for what seemed like minutes. Before I became aware of my surroundings again. Henry was grunting into my ear like a steam engine, hammering my hole like a madman and sweating profusely. I was still out of breath myself and could feel the beginnings of yet another climax already building between my legs, my hands were still clutching his hips, automatically pulling him into me with each powerful stroke. I felt the overpowering need to bring him to fulfillment. I began begging him in between raspy breaths to fuck me and fill me with his seed before again falling over the cliff into another body racking orgasm. As this climax waned I found Henry right in my face, head pulled back, eyes closed, grunting deep in his chest and lurching into my womb with every ounce of strength that he had as he emptied his balls deep within me. He finally took a big gasp of air and rolled from my chest onto his back, he was spent and so was I. We lay there together, side by side, sweating and gasping for what seemed like many long minutes before either one of us could move. I drifted in the wonderful world that is called afterglow, something that I hadn’t realized until tonight that I had been sorely missing for these many long months since my move north and decided right then and there that I would not go this long without it again.
When I had decided to go on this "date" I had assured myself that it was just going to be a once in a while thing, just to tide me through until my life finally solidified. I was wrong, I needed this and had no intention of giving it up again soon. That decision made, I began thinking about this man who I had spent a wonderful evening with. Henry was an obviously successful man; his words and actions told me that he was also a very educated man. Why then, would a man such as this treat a slut me with such complete respect as he had done? Men who bed women for hire rarely kiss, never ever go down on them, and never take them to their homes, yet this man had done all of these things. Was he naive in this world of sex for hire, or was he just a real gentleman, or both. I was pondering this subject when I felt Henry place his hand on my sweat-streaked belly.
I opened my eyes to find him turning around, positioning himself in a 69 position over me. He pulled my knees back up and without a word, drove his tongue into my cum filled pussy and at the same time, rolled his hips toward my face, the unspoken command to suck his cock. I had had many men in my mouth, but I found it very difficult to suck his cock while he was so expertly tonguing my pussy. Henry was rolling his hips, fucking his cock into my mouth. Using my hands, I began gently rubbing the spot between his tight balls and ass, adding just a bit of pressure every now and again. The taste of our sex on his cock was soon replaced with the taste of Henry’s fresh pre-cum and his cock stiffened back to its full hardness. I had to suddenly pull my mouth off of his cock when his expert tongue job pushed me into another orgasmic fit. With this I closed my legs to deny Henry any further chance to interfere with me and guided his cock back into my mouth and he began slowly fucking my mouth again. He quickly built up a rhythm that had me gasping for breath around his swollen cock and his balls pressed tightly to my face each thrust. He was now truly fucking my face, I had no control, especially when his hands found the sides of my head and held me tightly in place beneath his thrashing cock. Just when I began to completely run out of air he pressed fully into my mouth and exploded. As soon as his last spurt of semen splashed against the back of my throat he pulled out and knelt beside me, breathing hard but smiling down at me.
I sensed that the evening was done, a feeling that was reinforced just moments later when he suggested that we shower. Henry was the first into the shower and the first out because I needed to make a stop at the commode before I washed. When I walked downstairs wrapped in a towel, Henry was already there, redressed and waiting for me. So I quickly dressed and found him sipping wine in the kitchen. As I took the offered wine glass, Henry began talking. He explained that he wasn’t good with women in an overall way, that he craved women sexually but had never developed a need to have any other kind of relationship with one. He apologized for the sudden end of the evening but that he felt that we were at an evening end. Then he handed me a sealed envelope, which I slipped into my purse, deciding to open it after he had returned me to my car.
The ride home was pretty quiet, we made a bit of small talk, but it was obvious that now that his needs were filled, I had become basically invisible to him, I was a used condom to be disposed of now, nothing more. I wasn't upset at this treatment; it was actually the first normal thing that had happened this night. When I stepped from the car in the garage Henry mumbled a low 'g nite' and then drove away. I stood there in the chill of the garage for a moment before getting in the van, starting it up, and locking the doors. I flipped on the dome light and opened the envelope that Henry had given me. It contained more cash than I had expected and a note. I unfolded the note and found that Henry had given me a complete 3-month schedule for my services and a short note with his cell number if I should have to reschedule for any reason. It made me smile because it was more like an office memo to employees than any kind of sexual note saying 'hey, lets get together on this day and have some fun'.
On the way home I thought about my life again in an overall aspect. On one hand I was a smart, educated woman with a sincere desire to have a professional career, raise my son to be a good honest man, and to maybe even find one man to devote my life too. Yet here I was, driving south on I-5 with the sperm of some man whom I had barely met staining my panties. A man that I had not only sought out and willingly sold my self to, but who I had enjoyed fucking. I had told myself that I was done with the business when I left Portland, that I was going to go straight, yet here I was. Was it that I had been conditioned to this existence by my years of providing sex without regard to feelings or emotional ties, or was it due to something within myself, which made me crave the physical act of sex? I finally decided that I didn't know the cause of my actions, but I couldn’t muster the slightest amount of remorse either. I had classified myself a slut after that first night with Ray all those years ago and decided that maybe my first impressions had been right and decided for the moment to leave it like that. I was a slut, I was happy, I was satisfied for the moment, and as long as I enjoyed being who I was, I was going to go for it.
My next Diary post will be The Truth About Nikki - pt9 - The Game of Life
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