CulDeSac Kelly, Next-Door Whore Ch. 01

"Unnnngghhhh!" He came hard in Kelly's mouth, and she gripped his ass and hips with both of her bony hands, using is wist to keep his dick entirely in her control as he came. Her thick lips tightened around his thick shaft as it twitched and shook as he shot his load. Kelly kept her eyes on Mrs Smith, as she swallowed every bit of his cum, and showed each little gulp as it went down her throat, the very movement of her neck made Mrs. Smith cum once again with a sharp moan and cry of, "Drink it all, you filthy little slut!" And when Kelly popped his dick out of her mouth, there wasn't a single drop of cum wasted or lost. Mr Smith's slacks and shirt were pristine and ready for the office.

Like a professional.

, "That was the best one of all, I do think." Mrs Smith said after a few seconds of recovery. "Well done, very well done indeed, little Mandy."

Mandy was Kelly's working name.

Mrs Smith went over to Kelly and gave her a hug, and then flopped back onto her couch. "Thank you again my dear, you can see yourselves out. Bob, come over here and fuck me."

As Bob hustled over to kneel between her legs and insert his hardening cock into her, both Kelly and I were barely able to tear ourselves away from the sight of the virile middle aged couple. Kelly pulled up her halter, cleaned up her face, and we left with the sound of The Smiths fucking like teenagers ringing in our ears.

"Of yes Bob! Fuck me like that young woman, fuck me like you would that nasty little whore! Rip my dress off, oh god yes!!" I gently closed the door with me and Kelly on the outside, and the fabulous fucking Smiths on the inside.

Thus ended this Monday morning's appointment for Mandy, the sex worker of Culdeshit Road, and Vernon Mangripp, her manager. That was Kelly and me, we both had working names. The Smiths are a regular client, though not Kelly's usual clientele. As to her usuals, well, we have managed to keep it dirty and down-low, like when we had first fucked. At least until Kelly saves enough money to move out West somewhere and I go back to school. We both figured we were in transitional periods in our lives, so planting roots was dumb. One summer's worth of sex work, well managed, and kept local, would make us a bunch of cash.

And create some incredible memories...

But that's another story.