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Subject: {ASSM} RP: The Lotto Win. MF
Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2000 00:10:30 -0400
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Gentlemen: A short story: The Lotto Win.
Sincerely
Spiller
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WARNING:
This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual matters bla-
bla-bla.
If you are under age or a terrible prude - leave it alone.
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COPYRIGHT:
This story belongs to the author. You are welcome to copy it or
send it to a friend, but publishing it for professional purposes
is forbidden withou written permission by the author.
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THE LOTTO WIN.
By Spiller.
The evening Stan found out, that he had won nearly 11.000
dollars on his lotto coupon he felt very fortunate. His wife was
not at home, and nobody heard his yells of happiness. Actually he
had more than an hour by himself to deliberate what he was going
to do, and that, in an indirect way, accounts for this story.
On the day Stan was 52. A fairly nice looking man, though
nothing spectacular. For the last 5 years he had considered
himself to be reasonably happy. A nice job, a house he was proud
of, 3 grown kids who often visited his home, and then his wife,
whom he still loved for her many fine qualities as a mother,
housewife and friend.
But.... and the reason why he only considered himself
'resonably' happy: Joan had turned into fat, middleaged HOUSEWIFE
and she had lost all interest in sex. As if she had made a plan to
turn him off, she started out 6 years ago by just lying in their
bed, dead as a corpse, when he made love to her. Then she rapidly
put on more than 40 pounds of overweight - which seemed like a
hell of a lot on her small 5'2 frame. And as his own lust for her
dwindled she found a hundred excuses for not making love. So the
last 5 years his erotic life had been a very onesided affair with
his right hand.
All these deliberations in the hour after he found out about
his win made him decide to tell absolutely no-one. He went to a
bank where they did not know him and opened an account, and when
the win was paid out he put all the money in his new 'sexaccount'
as he called it to himself.
But then he had second thoughts: The professional girls
today pose a lifethreatening risk with the kind of deseases
running round, and besides: His hometown was quite small, and the
selection was a bit limited. And he was back to his right hand,
until he came upon a bright idea. He bought one of those
'personals' magazines and studied the adverts for a while, and
then he wrote one for himself that read:
Professional women are quite a risk these days, even
though they should be just what I need these years.
But maybe I can find you? You are a slender woman,
around 45, and you should like to be a 'visiting friend'
to a generous gentleman of 50+. It might be a fine idea if
you
were married, because then we should need the same
degree of discretion. Please no answers from pros.
And then he sat down and waited. Three weeks later a heavy
brown envelope in the mailbox showed him, that his waiting time
was over.
He was amazed by the number of letters. 35 women of this
small town were interested enough to answer his advert - so he
started sorting them. Quite a bit were obviously professionals in
spite of his attempt to ward them off. Also quite a number were
too young for his taste. 3 singles and 2 married women had sent a
photo that appealed to him - especially the one of Mary he found
exciting. She was a tall, slim woman with dark hair, small breasts
behind her white shirt, and a genuinely kind smile on her face.
She was 48 and married, she wrote, but her husband was often away
from home, and their sexlife was like nil. Besides - being a 'paid
woman' had been a fantasy of hers often through her life. She gave
her telephone number but asked him for God's sake only to call
between 9 and 12 in the morning.
The next morning he called Mary from work. She answered the
phone with a husky voice - and in a few minutes they had agreed on
their first meeting. She would come to Stan's house Wednesday at
noon, just after his wife had left for her job in the library, and
they also agreed on the hundred dollars of 'generosity' from
Stan. She knew, that he was shorter than her, but that didn't seem
to bother her, and she also accepted his wish that she should
dress in stockings and garters plus shirt and skirt.
The next day he hurried home, and just saw the tail of his
wife's car disappear round the corner. He had a quick shower, and
he had just settled in his armchair in his silk housecoat when the
doorbell rang.
Mary was even better looking in person than on her picture.
Her eyes were enticing in her rather long face, and her body
seemed more wiry and youthful than in the picture. - Come on in,
Mary, he said and held his hand forward. What a pleasant surprise
that you are so much prettier than your picture, he said. In the
livingroom he handed her an envelope and said: Here is what we
agreed on and then double up, just in case you should want to buy
yourself some more underwear, if this afternoon is a sucess.
He offered her the big armchair and poured a glass of wine
for both, and he was happy that she accepted when he offered her a
cigarette before he took one for himself. When they lifted their
glasses to salute they looked into each others eyes, and when they
had taken their sip of wine he said: - I want you to put your
right leg over the armrest of your chair, so I can see if you
remembered stockings and garters.
A blush spread on Mary's cheeks, but graciously she lifted
her skirt, spread her legs and put the right one over the armrest.
Sure enough, her blue stockings were real, and the garters were
just thin strings of silky blue cloth. Her panties were very thin
and white, and it was easy to see her dark bush through them. Her
legs were long and slender, her stomach flat and her pubic bone
protruding, even in that position. Just the sight he had been
dreaming about.
- Will you please open a couple of buttons in your shirt, he
asked.
Her hand was shaking slightly when she unbuttoned the three
top buttons in her shirt, revealing that she was not wearing a
bra.
- You really look incredibly good, he said, as he rose to
pour her another glass of wine. She lifted her glass, and when he
bent over her to pour, an unmistakable smell of woman rose from
her body. He offered her another cigarette and lit for her. Then
he sat down in the sofa again. She looked quite depraved as she
was sitting there, and to his surprise he could see something he'd
never have seen with a pro: An unmistakable wet spot starting to
form in her panties. - Please, open the rest of your buttons, I
want to see those lovely tits of yours. She took a sip of the
wine, put down the glass, and while she was looking him directly
in the eyes her right hand opened the rest of the buttons. She
pulled the shirt out of her skirt and shrugged her shoulders to
let it fall down. She had the loveliest small, pert tits crowned
with dark areolas and very protuding nipples. Actually the girl of
his wet dreams since his wife turned into a fat cow.
- So beautiful, he murmured to her. - Now, I want you to put
your hand down into your panties so that you can play with your
clit while I watch. Her face became all red, but she quickly
lifted her ass a bit so she could hike up her skirt, and a little
later he could clearly see, that her middle finger had reached her
clit, and she was making small circular movements on it. He let
his bathrobe fall open and began to play with his cock. Again her
face blushed while her eyes were fixed on his cock.
- Take off your panties, he said. - I want to see that cunt
of yours.
They were quickly removed together with her skirt, and she resumed
her position with her right leg over the armrest and the fingers
of her right hand busy with her clit. It was clear, that she was
very aroused, because little drops of juice were forming in her
crack. But she was a bit too hairy around her lips to his taste,
so he asked: - Will your husband find out if we remove some of
your hair round that pretty cunt?
- I don't see why, she answered, he hardly ever comes there.
Quickly Stan fetched a pair of scissors from his desk, and
then he took up position at the big dining-table. - Come and lie
down over here. She got up from the chair, and soon she was
sitting on the table.
- Do you want to cut them yourself, or can I?
- If you do it yourself you'll get them the way you want it,
won't you? But be careful.
- Of course I shall, Stan said. She stretched out on her
back and opened her legs wide, lifting them off the table.
Carefully he trimmed all the hair on her cuntlips and in the crack
down to her asshole. The smell rising from her was intoxicating,
and when his fingers touched her entrance in the process he felt
her wetness which was delicious. Her clit was long and protruding
with the little pink tip all clear of the hood.
Stan planted a little kiss on her cunt and then said: - Now,
let's go back to the chair, I want to see you play with it a
little more. He poured her a third glass of wine, and Mary resumed
her former position and masturbated again with her right hand,
holding the wineglass in her left. - Spread your lips with the
other hand. Oh, no, you have the wineglass there. Then put the
other leg over the armrest too. Mary quickly obliged, and now her
cunt opened totally to his eyes and he could really see how wet
she was and how beautifully she played with her clit. She looked
vulnerable and whorish at the same time, sitting like that.
- God, you really look like a whore now.
- But I am one, aren't I ?
- Certainly.
He knelt down in front of the chair with his face close to
her cunt. She smelled lovely. Her breathing had become hard by
now, and she was frigging her clit harder and faster.
- What do you say, do you want me to lick you out even
though it really is you who is supposed to pleasure me?
- Yes, please, will you? My husband never did that.
Stan moved in close. His tongue quickly moved from her
entrance to her clit and back - a small turn down to her asshole
and up again. When he sucked her clit into his mouth and started
flicking his tongue over the tip she started screaming. - Oh, my
God, it's wonderful! Will you believe I'm 48, and I never had this
done to me ! ! In just a couple of minutes she had a shattering
orgasm.
Stan quickly stretched out on the floor and said: - Now you
come here and fuck me, my whore. His 8 slim inches stood straight
up, and it only took Mary a few seconds to straddle him and feed
his cock into her tight and very wet cunt. Though she tried to
hide it, it was obvious that her orgasm continued while she fucked
him. She impaled herself all the way on his cock, and he could
feel the little spasms in there. While she was moaning all the
time she would lift herself up until only the tip of his cock was
buried in her, and then she would slam down till her pubic bone
hit his hard. Even considering that this was his first cunt in
five years he was sure, that he had never tried one better. As she
was moving faster and faster he felt his own orgasm build up, and
with a roar he emptied himself into her cunt. While he was coming
Mary was grinding her pubes into his, and just as his own come was
deminishing he felt and heard that Mary had a second and strong
orgasm. She was yelling it out into the livingroom, and then she
slumped forward. The advantage of her being taller than him was,
that he had her tits in his mouth while his cock was still buried
in her. He enjoyed, that his cock was dwindling now and that their
combined juices seeped down into his own hairs.
When his cock fell out of her cunt all by itself she sat up
and looked at him. God, she looked gorgeous.
- That was a very delightful fuck, Stan said, and I am close
to saying, that you look even prettier with that fucked out look
on you.
- MMmm. It was a lot better than I had even dared to hope
for. You know, I was pretty scared going here.
- Are you going to be scared next Wednesday at the same
time?
- Certainly not.
- Then you will come?
- Oh, yes I will.
- Good. Then I shall throw away the other letters I got.
They both got up from the floor, and Mary put on her clothes
again.
- I shall buy some new underwear, she said as she put the
envelope into her handbag. - And perhaps I shall trim my cunt a
bit more before I come back.
Stan gave her a final kiss as he let her out of the door. -
I shall look forward to your next visit.
When the door closed behind her Stan felt like a really
happy man. That win was a Godsend and the idea about the advert
was a stroke of genius. Never in a lifetime could he have bought
that experience with a pro.
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