Hi, I'm Marcus. College student. Redneck white trash that's a transplant to here in Texas. And a young entrepreneur.
I began a lawn care service when I was still in high school. Doing, you know, basic things. Lawn mowing and edge trimming. Brush removal. Herbicide and fertilizer spreading. The boring shit that many "financially comfortable" suburban husbands want to ignore. But their wives want to have a better curb appeal. Don't ask me why I know about 'curb appeal' before I'm 30. It's a thing I deal with. Anyway... It was such a good business that I was able to buy a couple of beater pick ups and some gas powered tools to loan out to part-timers that just want to get a few more bucks on the weekends or evenings after their main job. My parents never complained that the trucks and their trailers were taking up too much space. I took a couple of years off to save up money for college. I worked some crap factory jobs in the off seasons. But, I just finished my Freshman year. I now have to store the trucks and equipment at a cube storage type place. And the lawn care is now my primary income.
Now, I honestly can't remember when it morphed into a sex business... but, yeah. I've become a gigolo during the summer. Oh, the ladies still get the lawn care services. It's far too good of an alibi to not use it. I plow their gardens. Then I plow them. It's been a really fun side hustle.
But things have a way of going sideways. And you have to adapt.
Oh, you think that I'm writing this down to brag that I'm banging all of the hot MILFs in my suburban town? Well, Ok... maybe a little bit of bragging. But I'm also still trying to figure out how things turned out the way that they did... even if I know the details. It still confuses me.
*****
Second Monday of May and the season...
"Hello, Mr. Howell. I'm Marcus of Bangor Trim, Brush Removal, and Fertilizer. I believe that your neighbor Mrs. Clara told you that she referred me." I tell the balding portly financial manager as he's loading his golf bag into the trunk of his Mercedes SUV. He blatantly eyes me with suspicion. Mrs. Clara is a good friend of Mrs. Alice Howell. And knows how little attention good ole Peter here pays attention to her.
I know that there has been rumors of a gigolo roaming the town for a couple of years now. Spoiler alert: I've never been caught, and I don't plan on getting sloppy. Who knows what's running through his mind.
"How old are you, son?" he scowls at me. He looks me over a couple of times. I'm dresses in my usual company branded tshirt, jeans, Stetson hat, and duct taped cowboy boots. I'm a mess. And I don't care.
"Me? I'm 20. I've been doing this during the summer since I was 15." I reply happily. I hand him a business card.
Flipping it over, he asks me, "Who's your boss, son?"
Feeling smug, I hit him with the ole dazzling smile while hooking my dirty thumbs into my belt loops. "I'm the owner of Bangor Trim, Brush Removal, and Fertilizer. I'm an entrepreneur and job creator. I have a crew of 12 part-timers and a customer base of over 400 homes." I am nakedly appealing to his capitalist nature. Following up, "I'm licensed with the city and state." Pointing at the business card, "As well as insured for any property damage." My mother is the underwriter. So I've got a real sweetheart deal on the insurance. Which I'm not willing to endanger.
"And the name? Bangor?" He's still suspicious.
"Oh, that? My family are transplants here in Texas. We're from Maine originally. That's kinda why I like working outdoors with plants." All of that is actually true. But this conversation is not going as well as I had hoped. Mrs. Clara had promised to soften the piggy little man up for me.
"How long will you be here?" Now, I'm getting annoyed with the turd of human. I know. I know. I'm a hypocrite.
"Well..." I start off raising my eyebrows and looking at the front of the house. "Today, I'm mostly here to give an estimate and find out what you and the Mrs. are looking for your lawn care needs and lawn care accessories."
The King of the Hill reference makes him roll his eyes. "Whatever, son. I at least expect the grass mowed," he replies as he notices the riding deck lawn mower in the trailer on my truck. "I'm asking how long will you be here. The noise and fumes from those fowl machines give me migraines. I'm heading to the country club for 18 holes with the boys. I'll be gone for at least five hours. Will that be enough time for you to finish?"
Waving my hand, "Oh! Yeah! That's plenty of time, sir."
He closes the trunk. "Good. A couple more things, son," he adds glaring at me. "Those part-timers you spoke of better not be any of your illegal family members. And 'the help' does not talk to my daughters."
That takes me back a bit. I biting back a face full of cringe. I'm just a simple redneck that's been in the sun for more than 40 hours a week for a few weeks. I step out of the way as he gets into his car and backs up.
Once he's on the street, he rolls down his window to shout, "And that truck better not go onto my property!" He tries to peel out for whatever reason. What a douche bag.
I was so engrossed in the shit show of a conversation with Mr. Howell that I didn't realize someone walk up behind me. A gorgeous smoky feminine voice full of vocal fry asks, "So, what do you think of my piece of shit husband?"
I turn around and see an absolute bombshell Latina gently in her 40's. She works out. A lot. The only sag I can see on her is in her generous breasts. I blink a few times. "Mrs. Alice Howell?" I feel unsure. Pete buddy must be at least ten years older than her. She's dressed in hip hugging yoga pants showing off her thigh gap and the cropped and sleeveless sweatshirt hangs off of her shoulder. Long dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail. Large breasts. Obvious implants. The nipples should still taste the same.
She corrects me. "Senora Alice Martinez de los Howells." I nod my head in acknowledgment while trying to get more of a gander at this MILF. "Estas muy moreno. Eres Mexicano?" That beautiful vocal fry is replaced by an equally sexy sing song accent.
"Huh? Oh, no. No. I'm as white trash as they come."
"But you speak Spanish?"
Shrugging my shoulders, "Poorly, Ma'am. I understand more than I can speak. But I've picked up enough to hire a few specialists. It really helps out in this industry when I need to contract out something."
She nods approvingly. Smiling warmly, "Why don't you come up to the porch and we can discuss prices."
*****
"Ok. Those aren't bad prices. I like the range of services that you offer." She sips at her iced tea. "What are your prices for gardening?" Ding ding ding! There's the passphrase. I knew that Mrs. Clara wasn't being fully honest with me. I chew on my lower lip a bit as I give a quick snort.
I hand Mrs. Alice a different pricing sheet. She leans forward a bit, showing the valley in between her generous tits.
Reading the list for a minute, "I understand the part about gloves or no gloves. The prices explain that. What is this?" she asks pointing at the sheet.
"That's anal, Ma'am." I tell her in a cold business tone. Pointing at the sheet, I rattle off the services for each of the coded words. "Vaginal, oral, pegging, and sex education."
Quirking an eyebrow, she asks, "Sex ed?"
Leaning back, I explain, "Yup. It's one of the non-physical services I provide. And I mean strictly non-physically. You have no idea, Ma'am, who many parents have contacted me because they're too embarrassed to talk to their kids before they go off to college. Because," I shrug. "You know that this state doesn't allow for any meaningful sex ed in schools. Too lascivious and wanton to teach people about their bodies and such. It goes against God's will to teach someone about the body God gave them, or some such bullshit."
Nodding her understanding, "Can I get any of these services without the actual lawn care."
Shaking my head in the negative, "No, sorry, Ma'am. With the exception of 'Introduction to Gardening.' If there's no lawn care services to bill, there's no items from the secret menu. If it were to exist..."
Looking up at me, gods damn those eyes are pretty, "Smart man. CYA." Leaning back, she pushes her chest out and spreads her toned legs. "How about we start with mowing the lawn and edging..." she picks up the second price list. "Then a trim, irrigation, and garden appraisal." She sets her drink down on a side table.
Before agreeing, I let her know, "That last one will involve an installation of an actual garden bed," pointing at the main sheet, "and the start of an actual garden, Ma'am. If you have any intentions of continuing those services." I stress the fact that there will be real world physical garden. "I will invoice you or your husband for the wood, soil, seeds, and such."
"Jesuscristo y los santos," she moans as she shivers. "You're much smarter than I expected from a simple 'piece of white trash." She rubs her hands up and down her inner thighs. "That actually gets me going." Standing up, "Go. Do the thing. I'll have a shower ready for you when you're done."
"What about your daughters, Ma'am?" I ask.
"I wouldn't worry about them. They're the ones that convinced me to call you. They'll stay out of the way... and keep their mouths shut."
*****
"Alice, darling. Sit still. How else am I going to trim this lovely mound." I complain as she squirms in the plastic chair in the over sized shower stall. My wet / dry trimmer is buzzing around her pussy.
Panting, she tells me, "You have no idea how long it's been since I've had a man interested in even looking at my pussy. Much less taking care of it... The vibrations are setting me off!"
"We haven't even gotten to the good stuff yet, Alice." I rinse her off. I dip a finger into her snatch. Fuck, she's soaked. I start to drop my head to her twat. She pulls my hair and my head away from her crotch.
"No! No tongue. Dick! I want the main course already. I don't need an appetizer anymore." She pushes me a bit in order to grab a towel, and shove it in my face. "Dry off and follow me," she commands me. Shrugging I do what she tells me. The customer is always right, you know.
I watch that juicy thicc ass flex as she crawls across the bed to get the condom on the side table. I'll admit that initially seeing the room I started to panic that we were going to fuck in the same bed that she shares with her husband until she explained that we're actually using one of the guest rooms. Now, the fucking boner that I've been sporting for the past 15 minutes is starting to hurt. I want to fuck her so badly.
She rips the wrapper off and tosses it away blindly. She carefully puts it into her mouth. I slide my way over to the side of the bed. In the process, I pick up the trash and drop it on the nightstand. She starts to look disappointed that I went to the discarded wrapper first. I watch her face change as to excitement as she seems to realize that it's evidence that needs to be dealt with later.
She crooks her finger at me to come to her mouth. I step up so that she can slowly roll the condom onto my dick using her mouth. This is new. And damn does that feel exciting. I hear her softly gag as she finishes. Ah, a princess. Just like Cinderella when she got to the ball. Alice flicks her tongue against the bottom of the tip of my sheathed dick before shuffling back to lasciviously display her cunt. I see a drop of excitement escape from her nether lips.
Crawling up to her, she grabs my cock and aims it for me. I push forward halfway. She lets the air out of her lungs. A quick pull back. My fingers on the condom to make sure it stays on. I push all the way in. This pussy is so hungry. It wants everything now. Not later. Now. Now. Now. Not later.
Grabbing my arms, she whispers, "So good. I. I don't even care that I'm cheating anymore."
"Are kisses on the menu?" I ask for permission. Her response is to snatch my skull and shove her tongue into my mouth. I start pumping.
Alice struggles to maintain the kiss because she wants to talk. She tries for several minutes. But her babble is incoherent. It gets worse over time. I understand that she's paying me to be relentless on her twat. Her little squeaks of joy with every thrust are intoxicating.
I position my hands under her arms. So that I can break the kiss to suck on her her nipples. How is she still trying to kiss me? I finally move to suckle on those gorgeous nipples.
"Yesssss. Dooooo thaaaaat. Yessss," she moans as she guides my head back and forth from one nipple to the next. I drop the occasional kiss across her ample breasts as she shuffles my head back and forth.
Way ahead of time than I expected, she starts stuttering, "I'm about. I'm about. I'm about. About to. About to. To cum. To cum. Cumming!" She yanks my head up to stare into my eyes as the crescendo crashes across her body. Her eyes are filed with lust. But also caring. Is she going to be a headache? Wanting to know if I got off? I can only handle one or two clients that actually have fantasies of making me a normal lover. And those spots are already filled.
This pussy. So nice. So good. So strong. I swear it's trying to pull the condom off of my dick as it's milking me.
Alice wraps her arms and legs around me tightly. She touches her forehead to mine and pants in my face as she rolls through her orgasm.
"You are a very dangerous young man, Marcus," she pants into my face.
Smiling smugly, I ask, "Yeah?" I love it when they stroke my ego after stroking my cock.
Kissing me, she replies, "Oh, yeah. For more than a minute, I was fantasizing about ripping that condom off of you and risking a pregnancy." Finishing with the kisses, "I don't know if I'll ever stop thinking about your dick giving me a third baby. I'm still young enough..." She apparently understood my look of apprehension. "Don't worry, amor. I'm not going to risk my marriage... that much." She lets go of me after one more passionate kiss. "He got a vasectomy."
I wash up quickly and get dressed.
Downstairs, I fill out the invoice. As I hand it to Alice, I hear a couple of new voices whispering.
"Holy shit! He's hot! Did you see him before he got dressed?"
"Yessss... I'm so jealous of Mom."
Alice pets my cheek to have me pay attention to her. "Ignore my daughters. I am a very satisfied customer. When do you want to schedule the next service?"
"Well, I'll need to get the supplies to build the garden bed. That's at least two weeks." The local lumberyard prioritizes supplies for the factories and new home construction. I'm small fries in comparison.
"Good. Good. Two weeks. I don't want to wait that long, but I can barely stand right now... I'll be here waiting. Rested." She is rubbing her thighs together as I leave. Her daughters are sneaking photos of me.
This. Is an excellent start to the week. Lunch time and I've already got a new repeat customer. With potentially others. Forbidden customers. But I really don't give a fuck about Mr. Piggy Wiggly wants. They're 19 and 21. They can make their own decisions.
*****
Why am I torturing myself with this crap meal prep bull shit? Oh yeah. Need to stay in shape for my customers. Anyway...
I pull up to my next appointment. Mrs. Chihiro Black is waving excitedly from the front porch. She wearing yoga pants and a sports bra. Showing off that petite and trim body of hers. Her husband Tony is obviously getting ready to leave. When he sees my truck pull into their circular driveway, he stops loading his SUV, and turns to face me. As I slide out of my truck, I'm feeling uneasy. There is a major vibe check fail. Bro is staring at me hard. Like I'm wondering if I'm about to get shot. I can clearly see that he's loading hunting rifles and shit.
He rushes me. I start to panic. But... Tony pulls me up in a bear hug. He's happy to see me? Are we doing this again?
"Marcus! My man! I was hoping to see you before I left for the deer lease!" He is shouting into my ear.
Unsure of what's happening, is this the same old same old or something new? I say, "Yeah?"
Putting me back onto the ground, "Hell yeah, brother! You're literally saving my marriage. Chichi was getting on my ass about going hunting this past week until I scheduled that gardening lesson for her with you. She perked up immediately and stopped bitching about my hunting trip."
"Um... you're going out with your former platoon mates, right?" I'm literally scratching my head trying to remember.
He roughly tussles my hair, "See, Chichi!" he shouts back to his wife. "That's why I love this kid! He remembers the important shit." Turning back to me, "Hell yeah, it's with the boys! Semper Fi!" He straightens my shirt out. "You've obviously been out trying to rustle up some new customers. You're still clean and smell like cologne."
Feeling like I'm on the spot, I lie. "Weeellll... I actually fell into a bunch of pig shit while doing an estimate. Family wants to start a large garden and needs pointers on how to keep their livestock out of it. Dude was nice enough to let me shower and change into the spare clothes that I keep in my truck." I do actually keep spare clothes in the truck. For other reasons though.
Pulling his head back, "That's a bad way to start the week, Marc. Talk to Sal at Fine Touch Car Detail over on Old Dixie Road to get the smell out if it lingers. He might give you a discount if you tell him I sent you."
"I'll keep that in mind, Tony." How am I so good at lying? Oh, wait. It's because I'm fucking about 20 dudes' wives behind their backs.
Now, while Tony isn't a complete piece of shit like Peter from this morning... he's gay. And refuses to admit it. I'm not talking bisexual. He's just straight up focused on dudes. Chihiro has told me multiple times that the only times that she's satisfied in bed with Tony is when he's fucking her doggy style and calls her by one of the names of his Marine Corps buddies. Especially the ones that have come out as trans. That. And I just felt his boner poke me when he picked me up. His pecker works just fine.
I just wish he'd be honest with himself.
Looking me in the face, having difficulty hiding the desire to bend me over and fuck me, he tells me, "I'm going to be out hunting with the gang until next Friday. If you need to come over to help Chichi do the whole weirdo nerd Zen gardening thing, do it. Just send me the bill. You're a lifesaver, kid. And I mean that!" He walks to his SUV.
He abruptly stops. What's going on? Why is he walking back to me?
"Hey, can I ask you a favor, Marc?" he whispers. "I know that Chichi gets scared being out her alone at night while I'm gone." He is picking at my shirt to straighten it out. Again. Is he just trying to touch me at this point? "Could you? Check in on her at the end of the day? You know make sure she feels safe?"
This is new! What the fuck is going on?
Grabbing my shoulder, he looks at me with all sincerity, "You can even stay in the guest room, if needed. She trusts you so much. I trust you with her life. But please. Check in on her."
"I'll do what I can... sir." I'm sure that my nervousness is clear.
He pats my cheek. "Good. Good. Go do that stupid nerd Zen gardening thing with her. I can't stand it." He finally gets into his SUV and leaves. I stand there stunned. Like what the fuck am I supposed to do now?
Once there is a plume of dust drifting off into the distance. I feel Chihiro's delicate arms wrap around me. Her face on my shoulder blade. I pat her hand a couple of times before she grabs my hand to hold it.
"Is everything ok, Chihiro?"
"No." is the simple statement I get back. After a minute of standing there in the driveway, I hear her say into my back, "Come inside please." Not the first time she's told me that. But we we're usually naked those times.
And, I'm in her.
As we unwind our bodies, she's still holding my hand as she leads me to the house. I get a chance to look at her for the first time in months. Her normally raven black hair is slightly sun bleached to a still very dark brown. She's gotten quite a bit of a tan on her already darkened skin. Well, in comparison to my normally winter lily white peach colored ass, she's dark. She's also been doing more Tai Chi. Her muscles are much more defined on her lithe little body.
When I get into the house, I see a pile of folded clothes on the table next to the door.
Without looking at me, she says just loud enough for me to hear, "I don't care how much this will cost. And you heard Tony say that he doesn't care about the cost as long as I'm happy. Read the paper and meet me outside in the garden in an hour."
"An hour?"
She turns enough for me to see the profile of her gorgeous face with its unnaturally smooth skin, "That's the quickest I think that you'll figure out how to put the clothes on."
*****
As I get dressed, my mind wanders. She really is one of the few clients that I have that I feel bad for. She fell in love with a US Marine stationed in her home country, misreading all of the hints and cues. She actually thought he was 100% straight. Not 10%. Until she caught him cheating with one of his hunting buddies. Which Tony still doesn't know about. But, I do.
I've seen the recordings. She refuses to end the marriage out of shame. She really thinks that she's at fault for him seeking comfort from his former platoon mates. I know that I've discounted some of my services because I feel bad for her.
I'm also aware of the six miscarriages that she's had with Tony. She's the 'MILF' that couldn't become a MILF. She's told me about how she fantasizes about being a mother. That was the most depressing pillow talk I've ever had. She hasn't mentioned it since.
I finally leave the downstairs bathroom. I have some Japanese outfit on that I cannot pronounce the name of. I don't even know if I'm wearing it correctly. I followed the instructions the best I could. But Chihiro was explicitly clear that she wanted me to wear it. This thing is uncomfortable. I can barely walk normal because it restricts my movements. Did I put this thing on correctly?
When I look up, I see her wearing a stunning kimono. Not going to lie, I'm hard just looking at her. Yes, I know that everything is covered. But... I know her well enough from fucking her for over a year now that the way she's looking at the floor pretending to be demure, she is actually calculating how quickly to get naked without destroying the expensive outfit she's wearing, and have my dick stuffed into her. She is a woman that knows her needs and has no problem saying so.
She motions for me to follow her. I see that her feet are moving in a similarly restricted way. Maybe I did put this thing on right. There is a low rise table with pads to kneel on surrounded by the Zen garden that I designed for her. She directs me to one side of the table. She gives a momentary gasp as one of my knees audibly pops. I wave it off with a smile. I then recognize the ceramic ware for a tea ceremony. She brought out the most expensive shit for this. Just one of these shot glass sized cups costs as much as one of my classes at college. Chihiro busies herself with making tea. I'm kinda leery of touching anything.
Once she has gone through the ceremony of brewing tea for me, she gently places the cup in front of me. I pick it up with the reverence that she had taught me. I blow on the steaming tea before bringing the cup to my lips.
She interrupts me with, "I want you to understand that this tea ceremony is not something... frivolous... If you accept this tea, I have expectations from you. I understand that I've fallen in love with a second man. And that is conflicting with my promise to be faithful. But. That promise has been broken before I decided to stray." She looks up at me. "You're not much younger than me. Marcus... If you drink that, I will consider you forever... 'attached to me.' Do you understand?"
This ain't my first rodeo with her. She's told me this before. I'm currently thinking about how much Gatorade I'm going to be chugging later.
I maintain eye contact as I sip from the cup. This is one of three women that I know I shouldn't be fantasizing about fucking. She just happens to be the only one that I am fucking.
I watch her squirm and squiggle with delight watching me drink the tea. Well, as much as a extremely reserved Japanese woman like Chihiro would. I just happen to know what to look for. As I set the empty tea cup down, I know that I'm getting no sleep tonight.
As I set the tea cup back down, I see the gleefully predatory face she's trying to hide. She's hungry. And, I'm the only thing on her menu.
*****
Tuesday...
Chihiro's body slides around and dances on me waiting for me to wake up. When she sees my eyes open, she knows that I've been awake for a minute enjoying her impatience, she mutters, "Fucking finally. I'm tired of you teasing me... aijin." She lifts her body up enough so that she can angle the cock in her hand to her hungry twat. Did I forget to mention that it's my cock? And that it was already hard?
Yeah... she's sitting on my dick, fully inside of her.
"Last night wasn't enough, Marcus. I need more," she whispers leaning forward into my face. "And you want to know the best part, Marcus?"
"What's that, babe?" I ask. I'm still trying to wake up.
"You actually think I'm pretty enough to fuck. Not to be kept on a shelf. Like I'm artwork. I don't even keep my tea set locked away like that." That just brings back the memory of the stoneware that I drank from last night. That shit is ridiculously expensive. 10K for a basic tea set? Bruh...
I get where she's coming from and getting at. But that pussy action will eventually make me cum in her. "We need to be careful, Chihiro. I can get you pregnant." I'm not wearing a condom like I was last night. The look on her face tells me that she doesn't currently care.
Her eyes cross momentarily. She makes that stupid A-he-go face. Or whatever it's called. Her hips start to pump furiously on my dick. Oh, shit.
"Chi. Chi! Chihiro! Chihiro! I'm not wearing a condom! Oh, fuck!" I yell at her.
Her light fairy like voice whispers into my ear with a singsong quality, "I know. I know, aijin." I hear our bodies slap against each other. "You make me happy." she tells me. "I have orgasms every time you're in me. You make me feel special... Why would I want you to wear a condom?" Her thin delicate body is in full sexually aggressive mode. It has a hunger for my body.
My own traitorous body fucks back into her. My hips push up to meet her every time she slams back down. My hands grab her little hips. She plants her palms onto the bed next to my ears. "I need this, Marcus. I need you! Love me, Marcus! Love me!"
I can't hold off forever, Chihiro's body is demanding its payment. A toll for entering her body. Her hungry sex is milking me as she trembles on top of me. I try to resist. I need to make this last longer... until I can't. I cum. I shoot sticky ropes of semen into her unprotected cunt. Aimed straight at her womb. And she's ecstatic. Her body is trying to suck up every drop that I shoved into her.
Her gloriously beautiful face lifts up from my shoulder, "Hello, second husband... Remember, I love you."
*****
I'm still remembering that lingering kiss from Chihiro as I left the Blacks' homestead. With six bottles of what she considers an electrolyte drink. I disagree that barley tea is good enough to rehydrate me. I can still remember her telling me to pleasure my other clients, but she expects me there tomorrow night. In her bed.
She's not in denial that she's in love with her whore. She's so weird. But, yeah. I'm going to be here tomorrow night.
I roll up to my first customer for the day, thankful that Chihiro let me take a shower before leaving. And not marking me with her pussy scent after getting out of the shower. Lots of kisses. But no fucking.
The early morning light is growing stronger. I'm on the riding mower before the sun peeks over the horizon. I'm too focused / distracted. Last night's wanton activities will not leave me alone. Memories of fucking Chihiro all across that huge house flood my brain.
"Fuck me, Marcus-kun! Give me a reason to call you Marcus-San!" I remember her screaming at he top of her lungs as she bounced on my dick.
My wool gathering self-reflection is interrupted by Mr. Arya flagging me down.
"Marcus! It's good to see you so early in the morning. Maybe Prishna will wake on time this morning. It's good for her to see hard working people up before the sun is up. I expect to see your invoice on my desk when I get home. Safe travels around the county. I know that the city traffic is approaching up with a disturbing quickness." he yells at me over the noise of the mower's engine.
I tip my hat at the older man. I seriously wonder what the fuck he's talking about. Like dude. Are you seriously trying to tell me that white people are crazy? I'm white people. I already know we crazy. Or are you confusing me for some other group of people...?
I wave at him, "Drive safe, Mr. Arya!" I go back to being the loud white trash lawn care specialist that I am. I watch him leave in his Range Rover SUV.
A little while later, just as the sun is peeking over the horizon, I see the Arya children exiting the home. The sons immediately head to the Lexus SUV, the lone daughter walks confidently over to me.
"Jaya!" I need to shout over the engine. "Are you going to be late for class?" I know that she and her brothers are taking summer classes to graduate earlier.
Jaya smiles easily, "Nope. I'm not going to be late, Marcus." She drops a folded paper bag into my lap. "I made this for you... Enjoy." Jaya drags a couple of fingers across my leg before wandering back to the car that her brothers are in.
I watch that tight ass walk away. You know the saying. 'I hate to see her go. But I love watching her walk away.' Jaya has that kind of ass. I could probably bounce a quarter off of it.
But, she's not the reason I'm here. Prishna is.
*****
I walk up to the front door that Prishna is leaning against the door jamb with her arms crossed. She is as sexy as the first time I met her. Her sari is too brightly colored for my taste. But, I'm not going to tell her how to dress.
She playfully mocks me, "You need a shower before you even think about touching me."
Kicking off my boots at the door, I shrug and wordlessly head to the bathroom. I know that I need to be quick. Prishna is an impatient woman. I head to the guest room with just a towel wrapped around me. I find her under a light sheet, hiding her body.
"How did Jaya's cookies taste?" she asks me.
"Cookie?" I feel a little dumbfounded.
Her laughter is so fucking sexy to me. "Yes. Cookies, Marcus."
"I've never touched your daughter, Prishna." I tell her in complete honesty. I don't tell her that I just thought about eating Jaya out before coming in here to fuck her.
She laughs again. "What are you talking about, Marcus?" She looks at me with confusion, obviously not understanding the American euphemism. "Trust me. I know my daughter wants to steal you from me. But didn't she give you a snack?" Does Prishna not understand American English? "She was very proud of herself when she baked those cookies. I'm the only one that knows that you were the intended recipient of that gift. She slapped her brothers rather hard when they tried to eat all of them."
Stopping in my tracks, "That's what was in the bag she gave me?"
"Hahahaha, gods watching, Marcus. That is why she is so infatuated with you. You're an honest man. And sexy beyond belief. Yes, my daughter gave you cookies for your lunch. Because she wants your attention." Prishna pats the bed next to her. I see papers on the bed. "There's my test results from last week. I'm clean." I'm about to say something, but this Indian goddess interrupts me. "The money is no problem, Marc. Unless you're fucking my daughter."
I glance at the papers. Prishna is telling me the truth. I tug at the sheet covering her. "I've never touched your daughter like I have you," I tell her before kissing her.
At the end of our kiss, Prishna retorts, "You haven't touched my daughter... yet." She then reveals that succulent body of hers. On the heavier side of things, but still toned with the stretch marks and C-section scar. My dick is getting excited seeing her naked flesh.
Prishna is one of the few clients that I have that hates condoms, but is more than willing to get documentation to show that she's safe to fuck without protection. Especially, since she started menopause before I met her.
Before I go down on her, I shuffle around to put my dick in her face. I know my customers. She wants to 69 before we do the dirty deed. I suck her clit into my mouth before she grabs my engorged cock to greedily shove into her mouth.
I go to town on her twat for several minutes until she spits me back out. Prishna demands, "You need to fuck me now. Like you mean it."
On cue... She rarely strays from her script. I love that about her. That's one of the few reasons that I actually think I will eventually fuck Jaya. These are women that know what they want, and are unafraid to say so. And they are particular. No surprises.
As I re-maneuver my body, I hear Prishna say, "I think you need to take some photos of you fucking me."
"Prishna. Princess. You know that I hate having any evidence of what we're doing." I remind her.
She laughs at me before briefly kissing me. "Trust me. We'll keep your face out of the pictures. I want to give you more work, darling."
Still not feeling it, I remind her, "I have distinctive tattoos, Princess."
"I'll edit them out, Marc. I want to show you off. As much as I can." she explains.
"What?" This conversation is making me forget about sex. Sex with a phenomenally gorgeous older woman. "What are you talking about?"
Sighing Prishna tells me, "I'm in an arranged marriage with one of my cousins. Everything with him is transactional. Do you understand me?" I nod my head slowly, but I don't know what she means exactly. Something about business is my best understanding.
What do you want? I'm still in college. Some of these concepts confuse me because they aren't exactly clear even if I understand the language and the words being used.
Looking a little irritated, Prishna continues to talk, "You don't understand what I'm saying. You're just nodding your head to make me happy."
Plopping my ass onto the bed, I agree, "You're right. I don't understand. I'm here to provide a service and hopefully everyone enjoys it."
She snaps her fingers, "See? That's transactional. I pay you. You fuck me until I orgasm. That's it. The massive difference between you and my husband is that you're honest about it being transactional. I need to give you money for you to make my body feel good. He's doesn't do that. That's why I keep paying you to be in my bed."
I feel like I'm being attacked. "I'm only here..." is all I get out before being interrupted. But at least her lips feel nice.
She says after breaking the kiss, "Find calmness. I don't mean to offend you. I'm just stating facts. You're open and honest with me about our relationship. He is not. But he is my husband and the father of my children... And yet, you're the person I look forward to seeing every week."
"Ok. Ok. So transactional means 'if I do this for you, I want this in return' like money. Why are we talking about this?"
"Because. Um... It's not that important. I'll talk to my therapist about it. You're my sugar baby. I should keep them separate." She throws her arms open. "Come fuck me, Marc!"
*****
Two hours later, I'd have to say that that was the weirdest sex with Prishna that I've ever had. I pounded on her for an hour before she clam slammed my face for ten minutes with the cream pie I just gave her. And she looks worried as I walk away to my truck.
I turn to look at her, "Is everything ok? I mean in general?" Prishna hugs me.
She sighs, "No, everything is not ok." Looking up at me, she tells me in her thick Indian accent, "You're literally the best thing in my life right now. And I know that it'll end in a couple of years. I wish that there was some way for me to keep you for a few more years, Marc. I want the same kind of love and attention that you give me from my cousin, I mean, my husband."
My brain is in a different location. I run my fingers through her thick luxurious hair. Why do white people gray so much earlier? She barely has started to gray. She lustfully growls at me.
"Quit petting me. That just makes me want to drag you back into the house and make you late for your legitimate customers."
"And how do you know that I have 'legitimate' customers after you today?" I try to hide my fear of being exposed.
This usually domineering self centered woman suddenly turns motherly towards me. But... She's picking at my clothes like she's flirting. Prishna tells me. "Well... a few of us have made a group chat... Your truck is distinctive... We're not stupid..."
Feeling irritated, I feel my fear fueled anger starting to boil, "Just say it, Princess."
Glomping onto me, this MILF sputters, "Please don't leave! I've learned so much about you and myself from that group chat! And there's so much that I still don't understand." She's yelling into my chest. "Like why do you let me dominate you so much? You could seriously hurt me. You're gentle with the others. But not like with me. You're more... submissive?"
After a moment of looking skyward, my voice gets rough, "Princess! I do things to match what y'all need. You have little control in your life. I give you more control because that's what you need. It could easily be the other way."
She looks like she's about to say something, but she clamps her mouth shut. I say to Prishna, "You were about to say something. What was it?" She squirms in my arms.
Pushing her body away from me enough to look at me in the face, "Please be gentle with her. She puts up such a strong face. You are more, um... she needs you more. I'll survive without you. As much as I don't want to. Go. Make her happy."
A quick kiss, and the Indian goddess is walking away from me. What the fuck is going on? Who is she talking about?
*****
Wednesday...
It's kind of nice not to have those clients on the schedule for today. I'm still trying to figure out what is happening with those clients. They seem needier than normal, and the small talk is so different than what they normally do. Maybe, I'm just overly worried.
After four far flung normal clients, I eventually get home. Chihiro has been texting me pretty regularly throughout the day. I had to admonish her after the full nude picture that she sent me. Seeing that toned and agile body gets me every time. I had to take a few minutes to calm myself down instead of finding a secluded spot on the property to jerk off.
Her response was "But you got hard from that."
"That's not the point, Chihiro."
"But, you still wanted to jerk off to my picture."
"That's not the point, Chihiro."
"Can you stop calling me that? I hate it. That's my parents' name for me. He calls me Chichi. And I hate it more!"
After erasing my initial response, I finally type into my phone, "What do you want me to call you?"
Several minutes later, "I don't know. Let me think about it, aijin." A minute later, she sends me a selfie of her ahego face. I roll my eyes. I let the conversation go and wish a a good night.
I grab a quick shower to knock all of the grass clippings and random dirt off of me and out of my hair. For the first time this week, I'm just in regular jeans and a band shirt. It feels nice to not have to worry about my appearance.
I find in the kitchen a note from Mom. It's basic instructions on how to finish getting dinner ready. I do the three simple things of raising the temp of the oven, starting the steamed veggies, and smash the potatoes before they rest. It's a bunch of bullshit. Whatever. It makes Mom happy.
While I'm scrolling through the streaming service, I hear someone come home. Not worrying about it, I ignore it.
Krista's voice grumbles "You forgot your stupid burner phone." My older sister drops a device onto my lap. "Why was it even in my room? Perv."
My brain is suddenly firing on all cylinders. My mind is trying to think of how she even got the burner phone in the first place. I would never have dropped my phone in her room. I have no reason to even be in there. Despite my emotional need to argue with her, I keep my mouth shut. Something isn't adding up.
I know that I'm skating on the edge of the law. This phone has all sorts of evidence on it. And all things considered, that conversation actually went easy and polite. Not Krista's normal confrontational style.
I check it since I haven't had it with me at all today. One notification. A text with a picture. I go to the bathroom nonchalantly. When I open it up, I'm greeted to a very lovely photo of a spread pussy. Very nice. Just a little landing strip at the top of the photo. And wet as hell. The text has map coordinates and a date and time. Obviously, a current customer told them of the etiquette of using map coordinates rather than addresses. Welp. New business. I check my calendar and text back a different date and time. Just a couple of days later.
I take a long piss as I wait for a reply. New clients are usually super excited to get a response and wait by their phones. The phone chirps as I'm washing my hands.
The new text is a string of emojis. Either she's about my age or has a kid my age. Eggplant, water drops, and a laughing face. Somebody likes sucking cock. I put the appointment into the phone's calendar with the coordinates. Next Friday, last thing in the afternoon. Always a nice way to end the week.
*****
Friday...
Chihiro is in rare form this morning. She woke me up super early to fuck my brains out. I think I got about three hours of sleep last night. But, I'm not going to tell my favorite client 'no.'
"You need to shower, aijin," she tells me as my dick slowly slides out of her pussy. She kisses me and rolls off of the bed. I follow that tight ass into the wide and spacious shower stall.
This is one of those fancy deals. Shower heads on three sides. Waterfall shower head on top if you prefer.
I hug her from behind as she gets the water to the temperature that we both can tolerate. She's one of those women that takes scolding hot water showers. She is fortunately more than willing to tone it down for the sake of sex in the shower. I mean she's told me that she used to bath in hot spring baths in her home country as a kid for crying out loud.
We step in and she immediately starts kissing me. I'm loving that I'm still really young and able to get an erection quickly after a few minutes. My dad, from what I'm told, needs pills to maintain after one ejaculation. That's not something I'm looking forward to in my future.
I turn her to face the corner. She understands the assignment. She pushes her ass out and braces against the wall. I find the sweet spot easily. She's still open and dripping from the two hour fucking we just had in bed. I don't even need to worry about slipping in.
I kiss the back of her neck as I pound into that tight pussy. Her ass may be small but it is enough to keep me from hurting her as our bodies slap together. I usually find it comical to hear the echoing when we're in the shower together. This time? I guess I'm feeling as needy as she does.
Her head lolls down. She's staring at the floor. I wrap one arm around her stomach. Keeping one on her hip.
"Marcus-kun. I need you to cum in me again." I can barely hear her over the echoing slaps from our flesh and the white noise from the water falling. She mews, "You make me want to stop my birth control." I keep going. She wants her orgasm. I'll give it to her.
When she finally hits her crescendo, her feet slip. I reflexively grab her and lean back. I don't need a broken dick. Not today. Not ever. Once I've pulled out of her and put her back on her feet, she kisses me furiously.
We hear my phone's alarm clock go off. We hustle to actually shower. She is all smiles and laughter. She has turned her controlled behaviors back on. She stops molesting me long enough for me to dress and leave.
At my truck, she tells me, "Aishitemasu. That means 'I love you,' Marcus-kun."
I drag up the only phrase that I can remember my grandmother teaching me, "Jeg elsker deg."
Chihiro kisses me softly. "Go, make money for your education."
*****
As I'm driving to my last appointment, I get a phone call from Josue, one of my part timers. He is talking a mile a minute in Spanish. My grasp on the language is tenuous at best. Most of it is high school and first year college Spanish.
This was one of the easiest days that I've had in a while. I haven't even broken a sweat since I've been signing up new normal clients. I shout back into the phone that I have on speaker that is in between my hand and the steering wheel, "Home-bray!" Yes, I know my pronunciation sucks and I have a Peggy Hill accent. "No poo-WAY-dough in-tend-DER-tay!"
He takes a deep breath and says, "How lung you get hair?"
As I'm turning the wheel to enter the driveway, I see him and the client. "Tay vay-O, bro." He turns to look behind him. He hangs up once he sees me.
I see Mrs. Isabel Bella yelling at Josue. This is not good.
I pull up and slide out of my truck. I whistle to get Mrs. Bella's attention. I tip my hat. She's a sucker for the cowboy routine. She has had me keep my boots on in the past just for that. If you know what I mean. I walk over to the company truck that Josue's driving. Why am I acting like I have more than one that I let the part timers use? Whatever.
I see a bag of fertilizer on the ground and a hand cranked broadcaster on top of it.
He starts to say, "This beach bean..."
I interrupt him with my deepest drawl, "Thank you, Ho-shway. You did me a solid bringing that there here. You can head out to your next project." There will be no productive conversations while they're both agitated. I stick my hand out to shake his.
He grabs my hand. "Thank you, senor. Peas done ask me to come hair a gain." Josue climbs back into the truck and pulls out.
Now, Isabel is a formidable woman. She's one of those 'Fit After Forty' Instagram 'Muscle Mommy' models that has an OnlyFans. She doesn't think she's racist. But, gods damn. The shit that falls out of her mouth.
She yells at me, "Why was that Illegal on my prop..."
I hold up a finger interrupting her. "Stop. I don't even want to hear the rest of that sentence." I'm very not in the mood for politics. She slams her palms onto her hips as she is about to engage Karen mode. "He was only supposed to be here for one minute. To literally drop the fertilizer and hand crank thingee and leave. He wasn't supposed to even talk to you." I know she doesn't know what a broadcaster is. It also enhances the image of me being 'just a simple piece of white trash' calling it a 'thingee.'
"But, I have camer...!"
"I know you do, Isabel." I'm not going to entertain her ranting tirade. I will keep interrupting her. "He was doing a drop off. No services... Do I need to come back when you're calmer?" I love that delicious sensation of schadenfreude watching her face flip over to fear. Fear that I'll leave.
She lurches forward to me and grabs my arm. "Please! Don't leave! I've been looking forward to you coming here for sex months, I mean, six months!" Her grip is painful. I may be strong from the work I do everyday, but... bored housewives that have nothing to do but exercise?
I glance at her hands on my arm. She releases me immediately. "Oh, Shit! Fuck! Marcus!" She's entering panic mode. This is not good.
I take the two steps towards her and take her hand and gently squeeze it. "Why don't you get me an iced tea and put on that bikini that you wanted me to see? I'll meet you at the pool." She visibly relaxes.
"No sugar, right?" she asks. She still remembers that I'm a northerner. I nod affirmatively. She smiles and scurries off to the house.
I sling the 40 pound bag over my shoulder and walk around the fucking McMansion to the garden in the back. Isabel is one of my original 'clients.' She's been like this since I met her.
She almost makes as much money as her petroleum husband. The problem is she hates him now because he didn't become a gym rat like her during the Covid lock downs, lie she did. He continued to work as he always did.
Mind you, he's not out of shape. He's just avoiding her because she's become so demanding and aggressive. He's one of the few husbands over the few years I've been doing this that I actually feel bad for. I'm fucking the negative energy out of her so that he can have some form of a normal life.
She should be pleasant to be around after I leave. Her husband leaves fat tips when she's willing to have a conversation after I'm finished calming her down. So to speak. He's the only one that I think might know the truth of what I do.
*****
I stuff the empty plastic bag into the trashcan at the far end of the pool area. I drop off the basket of tomatoes, peppers, and cucumbers at the door. I knock gently on the glass pane.
A few seconds later, Muscle Mommy Isabel steps out of the sliding glass door. She is wearing a towel around her body. I can see the clearly defined and muscled thighs, calves, shoulders, and arms. She's a walking gun show. There are black spaghetti straps from her top poking out of the towel. This doesn't bode well. She has horrible taste in clothing. She's carrying a tray with a pitcher of iced tea and a couple of glasses. I see a packet of blue pills and condoms.
"Are you wanting an extended session today?" I ask. I don't want to take one of those pills. I'll end up at Chihiro's later. Wearing her out and feeling guilty about it. She doesn't answer me.
She sets the tray down and pours the tea in the glasses. She hands me one. Once I take it she starts running her hand over my chest.
"Hey, kiddo. Isn't that shirt really hot for you?" she asks me. Oh. We're role playing today. I didn't bring the dog collar with me today. *Sigh * Here we go.
I drain the glass of everything but the ice. I walk past her to put the glass on the table she left the tray on. I take my hat and shirt off.
"Put the hat back on, kiddo. I like it." she teases me as she walks up behind me and gropes my chest.
I'm nowhere near as defined as she is. Yes, I'm strong. I build shit for a living. I throw 40 pound bags of fertilizer around on a daily basis. But you can't see my abs like you can hers. My arms may be thick. But you can see the definition of her muscles when she flexes. Not me.
"Anything else, Mommy?" I hate saying that word with someone that I'm about to shove my dick into.
She rubs her hands over me, "I'd like you to take off your jeans, kiddo. You know. Just for us to be wearing the same amount of clothes."
Yup. Here we go.
"When I do take them off, Mommy..." I say in a calm and collected voice. "I want an apology for embarrassing me in front of my friend." I sit down to kick off my boots. Isabel looks confused. I stand back up to unbuckle my belt and jeans. "What's the matter Mommy? Did you forget that I had to embarrass myself to my friend to make him feel ok after you yelled at him?" The jeans hit the floor. I step out of them. This is usually when she stares at my boxers. She's staring me in the face. Confused. I'm no longer using the playful tone. I shift to a controlling tone. I caress her check with the back of my hand. "You need to apologize for embarrassing me in front of my friend. He may be older than both of us, but he's still my friend... Mommy." I hook a finger into the towel that she has wrapped around her. "May I? Mommy?" Isabel nods dumbfoundedly. I yank it away. It goes somewhere else, and I don't care where. That's a problem for future Isabel.
The towel, now gone, hid a leopard print bikini. I want to vomit. This is the worst. So many options. She went for the trashiest. Even for white trash, like me. She is so wealthy that she could buy any swimsuit. And she bought trash.
I lie, "So, pretty. Mommy. You want to know how you can apologize to me?" Oh. Gods. I'm about to really fucking hate myself. This idea disturbs me.
Isabel has yet to look away from me, much less break the staring contest that she started. She asks me breathlessly, "How?"
Without hesitation, I command her, "Pee." I control my internal reflex to cringe and / or vomit as I say this. I'm a fucking monster.
"Wha, wha, what?" Isabel stutters. The fear is clearly written across her face. Muscle Mommy is starting to panic again. This time I don't care as much. I am using the few inches of height advantage that I have to domineer. I take a hold of her jaw. Strong enough that she can't get out of my grip, but not strong enough to hurt her.
"I said, 'Pee.' Not go to the bathroom to pee. You understood me correctly when I said 'pee' that I meant for you to pee right now. Standing in front of me. In your new bikini that you wanted to show me. That's how I'll know that you really want to apologize to me... Pee." Her eyes widen as she fully gets what I'm saying.
I'm glad that I threw the towel away from her. I could hear a few droplets of urine hit the concrete as I stared at her. The towel would've soaked it up.
"Somebody needs to get rid of soiled clothing. Cleanliness is next to godliness. Don't move, Mommy," I tell her before going over to the plastic trunk by the pool. I find the disposable washcloths that I know are stored there. I grab a chair on my way back.
Isabel stands there frozen without her bikini bottoms on. I drop the chair in front of her. "Put your foot on the chair, Mommy." What the fuck am I doing with my life? She complies. I use a lot of the washcloths to clean her up. I ask her, next to her ear, "Show me where I missed."
She barely turns her head to respond. The trembling voice surprises me, "You missed nothing... kiddo. You made Mommy clean."
"Does Mommy want to further apologize to me?"
She shivers. "Yes. I want to further apologize. I want my kiddo to love me."
"Stay here," I tell her. Jesus fuck! Where is my brain going?! I grab one of the kneeling pads for gardening. I drop in front of her. I shuck my boxers. She immediately grabs the pad and puts it at my feet.
"Yes. Please! Kiddo! May I suck your dick?" Isabel lines up on the pad in front of my crotch. She doesn't wait for my to agree before my cock is in her mouth. I'm face fucking her within moments.
I'm close to cumming. I snap my fingers. She stops. She pulls back from my dick. Worry is evident on her face. I start to jerk off. Aiming my dick at her face. She immediately smiles and closes her eyes. Her mouth is wide open.
I cum. But I angle it to splatter her tits. I'm aiming at the horrific leopard print bikini.
She feels it hit her breasts. She giggles. "Kiddo was so excited that he missed the target."
In a nonplussed voice, I say, "Mommy is wearing soiled clothing again. Let me get something to clean her up. Cleanliness is next to godliness. And Mommy is a good Christian woman. Isn't she?" I turn around to grab the disposable cloths to clean Isabel up.
"Yes, I am. Kiddo knows that Christ is the most important thing in the world," is all that I hear from behind me.
It's literal seconds before I turn back to her. Isabel has already cleaned herself of my cum. I see her pushing the last drops of semen into her mouth.
"Somebody's hungry." I go to the iced tea tray for a condom.
"But what if we don't use a condom?" she whines.
"You know the rules. Clean screens means nothing in between." I remind her. I didn't expect her to sprint for the door. I follow after her at a walking pace. Muscle Mommy Isabel is always prepared to show you how clean she is. Clean eating. Clean shaven. Now? Clean screens?
She doesn't get far from me before she grabs some papers. She spins around with a maniacal look on her face.
She slaps them into my chest. Screaming, "You're literally the only person I'm fucking! I'm tired of you wearing condoms! I drink your jizz! I want to...! Eep!" She cuts off when I snap my fingers and point at the floor. She drops into a sieza position, staring at my feet.
It took me a whole summer to teach her that.
I whisper, "Your excitement to show me your result tells me enough." I slowly gather her hair up into one hand and firmly pull it back to have her look up at me. "Does Mommy want a sticky cum filled belly?"
She whines, "Yes, please. Kiddo, I love you."
Something's off. Very off. "I have two questions, Isabel." She nods stiffly since I'm holding her hair. She definitely noticed that I used her name instead of calling her 'Mommy.' "First do you know Prishna Arya?" I needed to confirm my suspicions. Was Prishna telling me the truth?
Her eyes get wide. "We play Bridge together and talk about what we want you to do with us." I can barely hear her response.
I pull my mouth to the side to show my displeasure. "Mommies aren't supposed to be brats. You are very much a brat today." I release her hair and turn to the door. "I'm going to get our clothes from the pool. Mommy better be ready for me in her room. I need to think of how to I correct your bratty behavior."
*****
I throw her bikini and towel into the laundry machine before I head to her bedroom. I have to take a minute to breathe and recollect myself. I am not enjoying this. But this is literally what she pays me to do. I'm just unfortunately needing to crank it up to 11 today.
I walk into her bedroom to see her in sitting sieza at the foot of her bed. I notice a neatly folded pile of clothes on a chair close by. It doesn't take a genius to recognize your own branded work clothes. When the fuck did I leave those behind? How has she kept them hidden? I pull my wallet, keys, and phone out of the jeans I was wearing and set them on top of the clean ones. I put the clothes I was wearing into her hamper.
The bed is turned down and covered in flower petals. She obviously thought today would be romantic. I sit down on the edge of the bed. "Where did those come from, Mommy?" It's so strange to see this pushing 50 year old 165 lbs. blonde of solid muscle neat freak health nut shiver in fear. Or is it shame?
"I asked Maria Espinoza to give them to me," she tells me in a small voice.
Really? She's going to verbal abuse one Latino after getting my stuff from another Latina? What the actual fuck? And she's talking with Prishna about me. That solidifies my decision.
I tell her slowly and clearly, "Mommy has been keeping many secrets from her Kiddo. I'm not going to tell you that you can't go over to the Arya's to play. What I am telling you is that you are not allowed to warn Auntie Prishna that she will be punished as well. You can tell her about today after I see her Tuesday. Are we clear, Mommy?" She nods silently. "Good. Now. You're going to bend over my lap for a spanking." I tell her as I keep my voice calm and even. She looks up. Her face is awash of confused emotions. She slowly gets up and walks over to me. She bends over my knees. I spread my legs as much as I can to support her weight. "You've been very bratty today, Mommy. You embarrassed me in front of one of my friends. You've been keeping secrets from me. And talking about me behind my back..."
"But they were good things, Kiddo!" she blurts out.
"And now you're interrupting me. So many bratty behaviors. Now. How many smacks do you think is fair?"
She whines, "Four? One for yelling at your friend. One for keeping secrets. One for talking about you. One for interrupting you. Four? You're so strong, Kiddo." That last part might be the one thing that persuades me to fewer licks.
"Five is better. I want you to have one to remember this." Isabel groans. I'm going to rub a little salt into the wound. "Remember, Mommy. This hurts me more than it hurts you."
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
She is mewing. I did not use my full strength. I force myself to remember that I'm disciplining an 'old school parent' that used corporeal punishment on her own children, not abusing her.
"You can stand up now, Mommy." She stands up rubbing her reddened bottom and bruised ego. An after thought hits me, "Did you forget the safe word, Mommy?"
Fire immediately sparks in her eyes. "A BRAT NEVER FORGETS HER SAFE WORDS!... Kiddo. I will not speak of any kind of juice from apples that might be of a pine variety." Her voice is wavering. There is still a fiery anger behind it. I stand up and slide my hand to the back of her head. She freezes.
"Mommy, you're allowed to breathe," I remind her as she sucks in her breath. "Are you good to still have fun?" She barely nods her head. I couldn't see it. But I could feel it. I kiss her gently. "Ok. You can be on top. So you don't hurt your bum bum."
I crawl into the bed. I'm amazed that I'm still erect after all of that. She cautiously follows me into bed. She licks the tip of my dick a couple of times and squeezes it. It's like sees testing the waters to see if I'll punish her more. She then kisses my stomach as she crawls further up.
Gods be blessed. I love it when she sucks on my nipples. She's just as needy as every dude with a juicy tit in his face. I can't help but moan. I feel her grab my dick to aim it.
As she sits down on me, taking me all the way in on the first try, she moans, "I love you, Kiddo. I love you so much. Do you love Mommy?"
My hands magically appear on her hips. "Yes, Mommy. I love you." The sex talk makes me uncomfortable, but her pussy is mythical. I glance down to watch my dick disappear and reappear as she pumps her body up and down. I get into the rhythm, and fuck back into her.
Her long blond hair acts as a curtain to block out the outside world. I can only see her face, and when I look down her body to see her chiseled belly and cock gobbling twat. She pants in my face. There's the occasional light kiss. But she is focused on fucking me. She wants her cream pie.
Her speed is frantic and greedy. It's not long before she slams down onto me, and rolls her hips. Her pussy muscles are rolling like the tide. Her body is demanding that I cum in her.
"Show me that you love me, Kiddo, by cumming in me! I need your cum!" she shouts. The rippling pussy muscles are too much for me. Just as I start to cum, she collapses on me. I wrap her up in my arms. She is twitching as she pants. My semen is coating her insides.
We lay like that for at least five minutes before we recover enough mental functions to talk.
"How are you feeling?" I ask Muscle Mommy Isabel.
"My ass is sore, Kiddo. But I think I can go one more round. You're wearing me out," she replies as she absentmindedly pets my check.
"Ok, Mommy." I'm not giving up the role play until I need to. "But let's get something to drink. I know I've been sweating." I give her a light kiss. After another few minutes, we roll out of bed to head to the kitchen.
The cold air from the fridge feels good. We both chug two bottles of her weirdo health food store brand of Gatorade. She is constantly petting and hugging me while we rehydrate. She refuses to let her body not be in contact with mine.
After we drop the plastic bottles into the recycling bin, I grab her arm. Firmly, not forcefully. She seems to have learned her lesson. I push her up to the wall, facing me. I cannot express how much watching her ass cheeks flex while walking got me riled up.
"Kiddo? What are you doing?" she asks as her shoulder blades touch the wall.
"I'm about to fuck you senseless, Mommy." My hands had crept around to the part of her thighs that hinge at the hip. I lift her up, sliding against the wall. Just enough. Once we both feel the tip of my cock get clearance to push up into her, her eyes pop and shoves her hand between us to grab me and get me into position. By the gods, I love fucking women that know what they want.
As I ease her back down with my dick completely enveloped in her pussy, she huffs. As if all of the air in her lungs escape. I comment, "My pretty little Belle. She knows what she wants." My using the pet name for her is the only warning that she's getting a hard fucking.
*****
Isabel is all light flirtatious touches and kisses as I try to leave. She is constantly asking me how she was.
As I open up the passenger side door of my truck, she asks, "Was I a good girl, Marcus? Did I do good? Did your little brat live up to what you wanted?" she asks as she hugs me from behind. She is sliding as much of her clothed flesh against me as she can. "I have to admit that commanding me to piss myself was terrifying! But I got so horny from it!" she tells me as she kisses my shoulders blades. "That was the moment that I knew that I was going to cum on your cock so fast. My personal Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ! That was fantastic! You were so good to me. And that spanking? Oh my Gawd! One more and I would have cum on your hand! I can't wait to tell Prishna and Caitlin! I wish I could have your baby, like that Jap woman can."
I snap my fingers. "Stop talking, Isabel. You're going in a direction that would merit another punishment. But, not one that you would like in the end." My voice is heated.
She squeezes me in a bear hug. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm just so happy right now. My ass hurts. My pussy's sore. And I can't wait for you come back next week. I love you, Marcus."
Turning to look at her, she lets go enough for me to turn around. "I have a new client at this time next week. Besides, you've always told me to schedule you for every two weeks."
She snatches the paper day planner from behind me on the passenger seat, and opens it. "You see Prishna on Tuesday morning! Can I be after her? I know she's clean. And! You can tell me how you punished her for keeping secrets!" Isabel is pleading me.
"I haven't figured out what her punishment is going to be yet. And you obviously haven't learned to stay out of my business with my other clients."
She stops touching me, and stamps her foot. "I want to know who you're with! Are they clean? Do they love you as much as I do?" Isabel grabs the sides of my shirt. "Because if they don't, I don't want you to be with them! You're so fucking special! You just don't understand how special you are!"
"I'm a whore! Isabel! I know what the fuck I am!" I yell at her. Muscle Mommy Isabel looks like she's about to cry.
Quietly, she argues with me as she places her cheek on my chest, "You're no whore. Whores don't care about their clients after they're done with their 'services.' I've been with men whores. They make me feel dirty. Unclean. Ungodly. You make me feel whole. A wholeness that I used to have with John. You make me feel closer to God and Jesus."
"You need therapy."
She shrugs. "I probably do... But I have you until then. I have you."
If it weren't for the fact that I felt filthy from the role play, I would've stayed longer to fuck Isabel again. John coming home be damned.
*****
Chihiro looks confused as I hop out of my truck. I give her a brief kiss.
"May I have a shower and snuggles? I want to forget today."
She hugs me softly. I rest my cheek on the top of her head. We stand there for several minutes.
"Come inside, aijin," she tells me as she leads me into the house.
*****
My weekend was boring. I needed it to be boring. Shit is not going the way I wanted it to. Chihiro, the little sex goddess that she is, nursed me back to sanity. Only one three hour sex-a-thon on Saturday. She actually mentioned the possibility of no longer being a client, in order to give me more space to separate business from pleasure. She is talking about never speaking to me again. This fucks with my mind.
By Monday, I finally felt better. As I dealt with normal customers throughout the day, I thought about Prishna. What am I going to do about Prishna? An idea finally pops into my mind at lunch.
I pick up my phone...
*****
Tuesday...
I wave goodbye to Mr. Arya from my riding mower, as he leaves. His sons don't acknowledge me. Jaya blows me a kiss as she climbs into a friend's car. The car looks familiar. But don't all cars in a small suburban town feel like they're familiar?
Prishna is excited to see me kick my boots off at the back door. I take a quick shower before heading to her bedroom. I'm just wearing a towel.
When I walk in, I see Prishna on the bed under a thin cover as usual. I check my phone. There's a text from a unsaved number that I recognize.
"I'm in place. What are you planning?" the text reads.
I text back, "Just listen. You'll know what to do when it's time."
Before I have chance to toss my phone onto the pile of my clothes that Prishna brought in here while I was showering, another text comes through. I recognize the number. <> I drop my phone onto the clothes.
I stop at the foot of the bed. "Now, before I get into bed I need to say something, Princess."
"Please, speak your mind, Marcus," her response tells me that she has no clue of what's about to happen. Isabel seems to have indeed kept her promise.
"You've been talking about me a lot. Behind my back. To people that I'm not aware of. I remember you saying that you wanted to take photos of us together." I have her full and complete attention now. "You do remember that I'm literally a sex worker and that you're my client. I can very easily go to jail for keeping you happy." I hear a muffled gasp from down the hall. Prishna doesn't seem to have heard the gasp. "Now... Auntie Prishna. Mommy Isabel has been punished for talking about me behind my back. Threatening my freedom. I don't want to go to jail for making women happy." Her eyes open up wider as she starts to understand what I'm saying. "I may be just some redneck white trash guy. But I don't think it's fair for me to be punished for keeping you happy. So, I need you to understand that your actions have consequences." I wait for a minute to let it sink in. "You accused me of having sex with your daughter."
"I said no such thing." She's worried.
"You told me that you know that Jaya wants to steal me away from you. And you asked me how did her cookie tasted."
"I don't understand, Marcus. What do you mean?"
At that moment, Jaya walks into the room. "Mom! Seriously? You teach high school English. To Americans. Eating a girl's cookie is an American euphemism for giving a girl oral sex."
I need to take control back. I interrupt the two of them, "I think it would be a fitting punishment for you to watch me eat her pussy. If Jaya's willing." I look at the younger woman. She's still older than me by a couple of years.
I watch Jaya swallow her fear. She asks me in a timid voice, "When were you thinking of, Marcus?" My only answer is to gesture at the empty spot in Prishna's huge bed that was being reserved for me.
"I didn't tell that many people, Marcus," Prishna pleads with me.
As I watch Jaya's hands slowly go towards the button on her jeans, I snap my attention onto Prishna's face, I reply with another question. "Oh? Just how many people, Prishna?"
The moment is snapped. Jaya is aware of the change. Ignoring what she was just doing, Jaya walks over to her mother's nightstand and picks up the phone. She doesn't seem to realize that she's already unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans exposing her light pink panties. She demands of her mother, "Show me the chat group. I know how you work. There's a chat group."
Prishna taps a couple of icons to open it up. Jaya gasps, "14?! 14 other women? He is the worst kept secret, Mom! Are y'all trying to get him arrested?"
"This is literal evidence, Mom. And you have full names listed in your contacts? Are you crazy?!" Jaya shouts. She walks over to me to show me the phone. "How many of these names do you recognize?"
I say nothing. I recognize all of them. Prishna comments as she looks away, "If you look at that calendar in his truck you'll see the initials for all of them. He knows all of them... intimately. Probably better than their husbands."
"Marcus! Are they all married?" Jaya demands. I stay stone silent. "Is this why you won't date me?" And now the hurt is starting to register in her face. I can't look at her.
"Yes. Jaya... That's actually is why I ignore you asking me out."
"You asked him out?!" Prishna intrudes.
"The very first day I met him," Jaya replies. I'm just nodding my head like an idiot. "That whole moronic inbred white trash redneck act was so easy to read through, Mom."
"I am actually white trash and a redneck." I confirm with her.
Jaya whips around to look at me, "But. You're. Not. Stupid." She claps her hands after each word. "You know what? I'm tired of this conversation." Jaya strips within seconds. "If I can't have you as my boyfriend, then I want you as my fuck buddy!" I have no time to appreciate her naked body.
She drops to her knees and yanks the towel off of me. My dick is in her mouth before I can say a thing.
Oh! She's good. She knows what she's doing. That tongue action? She's done this a lot.
I hear the pop as she pulls my dick out of her mouth. Jaya rushes to the bed. Her legs are wide open and inviting me. "Do it. I haven't had a man inside of me in a year. And I'm pissed off about that. I'm on birth control and I'm clean." A quick glance at Prishna confirms what Jaya is telling me. "Bring me that stiff cock, Marcus! I have needs too!"
Yup. My dick slides into her with no resistance. Jaya huffs. I want to check in with her, but I hear Prishna's voice.
"Suck on her titty, Marc. She'll like it."
"Huuunnnn... Stay out of this, Mom! You're supposed to watch as a punishment. Not. Encourage... Yes, Marcus! I like that!"
I'm not really thinking about who's giving me instructions. I'm more focused on not blowing my wad too early.
"Lift her butt some more, Marc."
"MOM! He's fucking me! Not you!"
I glance over at Prishna. She's pumping a dildo into her hungry cunt as the same pace that I'm fucking her daughter. When did she grab that? How did she have enough time to do that?
I hear Prishna whisper in my ear, "Pretend that you're giving me grand babies. Fuck her that hard, Marc."
Jesus. Fuck. My clients are kinky.
After pounding Jaya for an hour, we finally shift positions. Jaya sits on my face, away from her mother. Prishna rides my cock with her hands on my stomach for balance.
Jaya is the first to cum. She climbs off of me. Prishna shoves a titty in my face to suck on. I see Jaya pick up my phone. She touches it to hers. Sharing contact information obviously.
"Have fun with Mom, babe! I'll call you later."
I spit Prishna's tit out of my mouth. "Wrong phone, gorgeous. Grab the one in the camouflage case. That's my personal phone."
Jaya loots through my jeans for a moment. She walks back over to me while her mother is still pounding her cunt onto my cock.
"This one, babe?" she asks me. I nod. She repeats the contact sharing process. "I'll call you later. Love ya." She kisses me before leaving.
After I finally wear Prishna out, I check my phone for the first time in hours. I see a text from Isabel.
"I need to cancel. My moron husband came home sick with Covid. I'll call when we're clear."
I shrug. Whatever. I'm actually cool with this because I won't have to answer the millions of questions about the session with Prishna.
*****
Friday...
I kick off my boots before walking into Judge Caitlin Harrison's luxury home. She has got to be the wealthiest client that I have. Generational wealth and all. She knows what we're doing is illegal. But she has it figured out in her head that if she rephrases things in a specific way, it's just legally questionable.
I find her on her exercise bike in the home gym. She stops when she sees me. She climbs off and checks her pulse and fitness tracker. I take a moment to check her out. She is a very petite woman in her 60's wearing yoga pants and a sports bra.
She is extremely conscious of her health. She had a double mastectomy just before I met her last year. I'm basically her emotional support whore. Her hot shot hedge fund manager husband rejected her. Hard. So much that he built a guest house for him to live in. He doesn't want a divorce because she'll take him to the cleaners in court. Well, unless I'm discovered. Which is why she phrases things in an odd way.
She walks over to me to hug me. She stands on her tip toes to kiss me. "Daniel, baby. Are you done with your chores?"
I control my face. I hate role playing as her dead son. She pats my cheek, "You're such a good son, Daniel. Come to the kitchen with me." She leads me by my hand. "I was just thinking that I haven't asked you how your first year at school went." Her smile is warm, and I think genuine. She looks like she's put some weight back on. Chemo fucks up your body in the worst way.
"It was harder than I thought it would be. But, my GPA is currently 3.3." I tell her my real GPA. I know that she knows the difference between me and Daniel. He died in a car wreck three months before her diagnosis. And she is aware of my current academic progress.
"Where's John, Mom?"
She laughs. I can't tell if it's real or if she's hiding the hurt. "You know your father. He's at the country club. He still can't stand to see me since I had the breast reduction. I don't think he'll be back some time before Sunday afternoon." She lets go of my hand to open the refrigerator. "I can't tell you how much better my back feels since I elected to have that surgery." She pops the top on a blended drink. The liquid looks vile. It's a florescent green. But it's part of her prescribed diet.
"You've been talking to the doctor people?" I know I'm sounding like a idiot redneck again. But, she hates it when I use terms like Oncologist or Nutritionist. Or any real title for her medical providers.
"I just saw them last Wednesday, baby. This is the new blend that they ordered for me. Want to try it?" She offers me the shaker mug. It smells gross.
I scramble for an excuse. "Mom." I tell Caitlin firmly. "That's part of your medicine. I don't want to mess up your doses by sampling it."
She glances at the mug. "I hadn't thought about that." Looking back up at me, "Daniel, you're so thoughtful. This is how I know I raised a good son."
"I know you did, Mom." Calling her mom is a different kind of creepy in my mind. It's not like Isabel, who needs the power dynamic. Caitlin has an actual incest kink. But only for the dead son. She has two other sons that are much older than me and quite successful. I've met them. They're good people. Very unlike their father. She rarely talks about them or her daughters. The dead son isn't even the youngest child. That makes me wonder if they really did things together.
"So!" she yells as she claps her hands. I hadn't even noticed that she finished her drink and dropped the shaker mug into the sink for the house servants to deal with later. A quick aside... she hires undocumented migrants to clean her house twice daily. I've not met them. They come over at lunch and past dinner. But they have left notes for me to watch for specific behaviors from Caitlin. "I need to reward you!"