On the first of the next month, I hopped the wall as soon as everyone left and handed her money orders for $1000 each to cover the first three months, and my test results. Maria practically jumped up and down with excitement, but didn't even look at the money orders. She pushed me into the recliner chair in their living room and I found myself disappointed that she wore sweats. She helped me get my pants off, then kissed me on the mouth for several awesome minutes before gobbling up my throbbing dick. Is she really going to kiss me on the mouth every day? Might as well feed me Viagra. Good thing we did this indoors, because just a gentle breeze may have set me off.

On her knees, between my legs, she sucked my cock with relish. Oh, that is so rare. Not just the head, either, but proper deep-throating til she snorted my trimmed pubes. Not once did she cheat by using her hands to pump the penis. The suction power surprised me. Most women suck to get the man hard so he can give her an orgasm. Maria, in contrast, sucked to milk me dry. And it didn't take long, either. Using self-restraint that I didn't know I had, I had not masturbated for three days. So when I exploded, I nearly blew her head off. She didn't break stride, not even when my cum shot out of her nose - and that has to fucking burn. This girl clearly loves cum. She looked up at me and swirled it around her mouth before swallowing it with a huge smile.

"Oh, yeah.
I never knew man-juice could taste so good."

I m still not sure if she was talking to me, or to herself. She looked stunned, like the first time a woman tastes lobster, then becomes addicted. And man-juice? That certainly sounded better than sperm, spunk, and cum.

Instead of running to the sink, she took a long swig from a bottle of Patron tequila, then handed it to me. I rarely drink, but I had some celebrating to do, so I matched her, shot for shot, until we were both kind of giddy. Somewhere in the middle of the drinking I became aware of Latin music blasting from a bedroom-Daddy Yankee in this case. She got up and disappeared for a minute, turning up the volume. If my head was not spinning, I would have followed her. Maria returned a moment later dressed like a stripper-down to the 9 inch heels. Now I understood the purpose of the sweats.

"I hope you didn't think we were done," she warned me, and my penis reared his big head. "I plan on giving you your money's worth. These past few days I could not stop thinking of all the things I wanted to do to you. Just look at how wet I am." She pulled her thong aside and, indeed, she looked sopping wet. "It's not pee, either. Here, finger me and see for yourself."

Wow! She could even read minds! I slipped a finger in and my skin chilled when she shuddered. I suddenly suspected that she should be paying me for the sex, but was not prepared to argue the issue. Not with a wet snatch warming my finger. I pushed it in further and she had to lean against me, her tits mouthwatering close. I pulled out to smell my finger like the cork of a fine wine, then sucked her juices off. She might as well have coated my finger with ecstasy. A slot machine in my head suddenly went off.

Music blasting, Maria removed her top to expose her exquisite tits. Then she lowered her panties so she wore nothing but stripper shoes and a smile. Although I had just came, my dick danced like it was tracking her. When Shakira's Hips Don't Lie came on, she started rotating dance moves - salsa, merenge, vallanatos, while occasionally bending over so I could get a great look at her privates. Maria sure loved to dance. I could watch those curves all day. She carefully sat in my lap, stuck a tittie in my mouth, and begged me to finger-fuck her.

I couldn't believe how wet she was. She needed this as much as I did. "Harder!" she ordered me. I didn't know if she referred to my sucking her nipple or fingering her cunt, so I did both harder and she gushed all over my hand with a scream of relief. I have never made a woman cum that hard before. Or fast. My wife is so afraid of waking the kids it's like mugging a mime.

"You recharged yet?" she asked, before gripping my hard cock. "Yep. Just as I hoped. Ready for more."

While I held her steady, she lowered herself onto me with enough moans and groans to fill a porn movie. I realized now that she wanted to blow me first so that I would last a long time while we fucked. If I fucked her first, I would not have lasted two seconds, and that would have spoiled everything. First impressions count. But by making me cum first, then giving me time to recharge, I could last long enough to give her an orgasm or two. Which I did, to my own surprise. I never imagined that she would get so into this. I assumed it would be more like a cold prostitute experience.

Still in my lap, she rose and slid on my pole at a steady pace that slowly increased until she climaxed again. Seeing her other tittie so close, I sucked it like a baby until she recovered.

"Did you cum again?" she asked.

"No. Ah'm a' gentleman-women always come first." Okay, she actually made me cum first, but who's counting? I still made her cum twice. One more and I'll break my personal best.

"Excellent," she said. Maria got off, then got down on her knees to suck her juices off me. "I always wondered what I tasted like. Not bad, but not as good as you. Now please fuck me doggy style." She even wiggled her ass at me like a flight controller lining up an F-18.

I dropped to my knees behind her and she helped me get it in. Having cum already, my stamina shocked me. Eager to please, I fucked her good and hard, slapping her ass as she demanded, calling her nasty things like slut, whore, and sex slave. All too soon she came again, and none too soon because I had waited as long as I could. I shot a pint into her pussy and collapsed next to her. Three orgasms I gave her within an hour. I felt so proud.

"How soon can you fuck me again?" she asked as we snuggled on the tarp she placed over the carpet.

"A few hours, Ah guess. Ah've never been in such demand. Want me to bring ya lunch? Ah'm a pretty good cook, well that's what me mum always tell me."

"You're going to make me lunch?" my new lover asked in disbelief. "No man has ever cook me anything but excuses, so hell yeah, you can make me lunch. I'll be desert. But, for right now, just hold me."

While Maria rested, with her eyes closed, I memorized everything about her. I just couldn't get tired of looking at her nude body. I loved everything about her. Except her husband.

While the rational part of me was appalled that I would spend $100,000 on sex, the rest of me knew that it was totally worth it. This was the sex of my dreams, the sex that everyone talked about, but that I had never known.

The last few days, I assumed that Maria had no idea that I intended to fuck the hell out of her every chance I got. Now I realized that she was counting on me to fuck her every chance I got. She wanted it. She needed it. Whatever her husband was giving her, it was not the hot, heavy sex that a strong, athletic, spirited woman like Maria needed.

For the first time in my life, I was happy.


RAW was on tonight. Kinda boring episode. Only part I liked was Sheamus. ;) 33