Tuesday mouth ful 06/06/2007 NEVILLE One cum of the odd things about fucking for money was the amount of influence it has on the rest of your life. You'd think in many ways this would be simple dogging - a couple of times a day you get gussied up, spend a couple of hours getting pounded for various cameras, couple of hundred each time and the rest of your day doing more or less anything you liked. Except, of course, that if people are going to be inside your body, it's a matter of some professional pride that they don't run into anything they aren't being paid to. So, you don't get too drunk before a shoot because you never know when that dick's too big and suddenly you've up-chucked everywhere, often as not on some poor chap's wedding tackle. Absolutely not cool. At this moment, rolling up the last few meters of a sandstone gravel driveway in the purple warrior, her dark purple glittery mini cumshot cooper, Jenny was not sitting comfortably. This was entirely due to her having not taken a dump in three days. No, she wasn't ill, this had taken some effort. Being completely loaded meant she'd had to forego any sex during those days. Obviously, someone jamming their prick up your arse would be bad, but past experience had taught her that even a common or garden orgasm could be enough to relax just the wrong muscles and screw-up the job more or less entirely. That job was Neville Oswald Green, he was executive director of Turnright and Green which had an annual turnover of something like six hundred million and as such Neville's main pad was an eight bedroom faux Tudor mansion in Bray, Berks, about twenty five miles from London. It wasn't a frequent event, at least for Jenny, but every few months her agency rep would phone and meekly inquire after beating about the bush for some time, with tedious pointless questions and entirely avoidable asides, all the more obvious by their absence for standard jobs, whether or not there was a possibility that she might, if willing, be able to do another special appointment. That basically boiled down to 'Do you wanna take two days off then get shat on by a millionaire'. That meant spending a few days fuck-free in London, no biggy. Annoying, but no biggy. The request cum swallow itself counter as a special job, obviously, but the agency, like most of them, even considered anal a speciality job. This had always seemed bizarre. Jenny would take the extra money, of course, it was essentially free money but she really rather enjoyed getting a big, hard cock up the arse, especially with a decent fit chap on the back end who knew how to give it what for. In her onscreen career she was getting known as the first name in fetish work, and especially the eagerness with which she put stuff up her hole. In the prostitution game she was doing more and more unusual jobs, partly because she quite enjoyed the novelties, and partly because most of the girls would simply never even consider doing what Jenny was about to do. At this point you might be wondering why. You might be sitting there in alarm, surely not that, you might be pondering. Now, as mentioned, Jenny enjoyed anal, and experimenting. Her first time discovering 'the taste' was the first time she'd stuck her tongue up a man's hole. Once you've done that a few times, and especially when you've tried it after a chap has had the decency to enema themselves cum in her mouth out, you learn that a properly clean rectum tastes more or less the same as a mouth, and so everything else, including 'the taste' was, in fact, well, shit. So, Jenny had come to understand that not only had she tasted it before, but that doing so it hadn't even been bad enough to stop licking out those arses. There's a long, long way to go, of course, between tasting traces and something more dramatic. Come to think of it, how old was she really? Seeing the women thus shamed, as you mouth ful are shamed now, would arouse him intensely.” “I dunno.” She repeated. All of it. Her plunging cock kept my orgasm alive. As I stood underneath the warm water, my muscles started to relax and I felt incredible. “Count to three for me and you can cum swallow have it.” PB&J and scrambled eggs. Midnight seemed ready to shy away as Lisa approached him, wary of her foul-tempered and violent history. I went to the same high school dogging as Michael Jordan, except that he was more than fifteen years ahead of me. I still live in the area in Carolina Beach. Shelly cum ground her hips against the invading digits with relish. He was completely clean and ready. None cum in her mouth of them appeared to be over 15 years of cumshot age if that.