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- WALKING THE DOG -
First, I want to say this story is 99 44/100% true. I did take a few liberties and embellish a few details, but it did happen, I swear.
I own a five-year-old, 80 eighty-pound bulldog who has a lot of energy. As one of my friends said, ‘Even his muscles have muscles. To keep him from destroying our house I take him for a walk-about every night. Sometime between 10 p.m. and midnight, we walk the neighborhood for at least ninety minutes. There have been nights we walked for three and a half hours. As I call him, Big D loves to explore and takes me places I didn’t know existed. We’ve found two parks, several trails, and shortcuts through the neighborhood. Those shortcuts save almost ten minutes off my daily commute.
Last night we followed a typical route. My neighborhood's split in two. East and West sides. Three streets connect the two sides. The rest end at a row of houses that's the dividing line between the two sides. Big D took me to the closest through the street and we went through a few of the cul de sacs and meandered around. I found us on the Western counterpart to the Eastern Street I live on. Both streets had horseshoe shapes. One end was the main road to get out of the neighborhood. The other forced you to turn North then east to get on the same road. We walked the length of the block and about ¾ of the way down, I saw a bright glow from across the street.
As Big D and I got closer I heard that sound. You know the sound flip flops slapping heels as someone runs. Except no one was running, and the female moans let me know no one was running. Someone was having a bit of salacious fun outside and not too far away. I looked around hoping I would catch sight of some MILF's floppy tits or juicy ass. Even Big D would stop and sniff the air and tilt his head when an extra loud moan came our way.
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- WATCHING THE FUN -
After a couple more houses I saw movement across the street. I stopped to look. There was a girl on her back on the hood of a car, naked. A guy stood in front of the car fucking her. Her legs were on his shoulders as his hips pushed in and pulled out. They had three tripods with lights and cameras around them to film their fuck fest. The guy had a handheld camera focused on her jiggling tits. Then his dick then her face. He kept doing that over and over as he fucked her. Then after a short time, he moved to his dick as it slid in and out. When the camera was on her face she would moan and groan in pleasure.
The girl was curvalicious. Thicc but sexy. She had larger than average natural tits that shimmied and shook as the guy pumped her. I stopped to watch, as they continued their scene. He noticed me first and gave me a dirty look and signaled me to get lost while he kept going. The lady saw him gesticulate and she turned her head and saw me standing there. She smiled and blew me a kiss. Her eyes locked on mine and she let out a large moan and she exaggerated her movements and vocalizations for me. I gave her a golf clap in appreciation of her performance. She nodded at me in thanks, so I stepped a little closer while staying clear of the camera's field of view.
The guy whispered something to her, and she shrugged and whispered something back. He gave me another dirty look but kept fucking her while he used the camera. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him into her. “Fuck me harder,” she ordered and used her legs to pull him into her. This continued for ten minutes or so. The dude would give me a nasty look and ease up, she would kick him in the ass to get him to focus. I could see he was close when he forgot about the camera and looked up as he drove himself into her.
“So close, where do you want my cum,” he moaned. It sounded so fake like he was reading a script to arouse whoever was going to see the video.
“On my big tits baby. Cover my hard nipples with your hot cum,” she told him and sounded more authentic. He pumped her a few more times and pulled out. He stepped to the street side of the car, so I had to move further up the street to continue being a peeping Tom. He pumped his dick with his hand a few times and had the handheld camera pointed at her tits. I heard him grunt and saw his cock flex a few times as his cream came out and splashed on her tits.
As soon as he finished, he pulled up his pants and had a quiet but intense conversation with the cum-coated woman. After a few minutes, he got in a car and drove away. I was about to continue my walk when she beckoned me over to her. I went over to her but kept some distance. After all, she did have some strange guy’s cum on her and COVID was still a thing. “Did you like the show,” she asked in a strong New York Hispanic accent.
I shrugged my shoulders, “It was hot. You’re sexy and I love your tits.” I had no idea what she wanted. I was curious about what she wanted. I mean it's not every day a naked short girl in her late twenties talked to a strange guy. Especially at midnight on a quiet street with few people.
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- MAKING THE DEAL -
She smiled at me. "I’ve seen you a few times with your dog. He’s cute. Can I pet him?”
“Sure,” I shrugged, happy to continue to leer at the naked hottie. I could see rivulets of cum flow down her tits and onto her stomach. “Sit,” I told Big D and he did. She came closer and patted his head.
She squatted down her knees apart like a girl who wanted to flash her panties in public. Of course, she didn't have panties or pants. All I could see was her moist slit. “Who’s a good boy. Who’s a good, pretty boy," she said as he sat there and wagged the truncheon he had for a tail. She kept petting him and looked up at me. “I don’t give a fuck about people seein’ me like dis. I jus' don’t want no muthafukkas to find out where my cribs at. I’ll give ya a six-month sub to my only fans, and a blow job. You jus' gotta sign a piece of paper the not tell anyone my address."
“Now that’s a hell of an offer.” I licked my lips at the thought of this naked beauty’s lips around my cock. It was a tempting offer. My wife's idea of oral sex was, in the shower after I washed it, she would put it in her mouth then let her lips graze the shaft. No teeth, no tongue. It was like jerking off with a loose okay sign. The last real blow job I got was six months after I got married, from a prostitute.
Shortly after I got that blow job, I picked up another commercial companion. I only wanted a blow job, cause I didn't want to bring home an STD. I knew I could get one from oral, but it was unlikely, at least that's what my doc told me back then. She sucked me for a while and then asked me to fuck her, no charge. I could tell she was high, and she was horny. From the way she acted, I figured she was new to the streets. I slid it in, she was already wet as fuck. I fucked her for a few minutes until I shot my load. She asked me to keep going to get her off, and I did.
I felt guilty for months, and never cheated on my wife again, in person. I fulfilled my needs with role plays on Lit’s bulletin boards, sex-themed MMOs, and by writing stories. I did have a few short-term, online trysts with ladies I met online. I did meet one lady in person, and we went on a few dates. But we only kissed and groped over clothes. Nothing more. I couldn’t because of the guilt I felt after I fucked the streetwalker.
I wanted her to wrap her full plump lips on my cock, I didn’t want the guilt that would go with it. The second and bigger reason was I didn’t have my blue pills with me. I am old enough to be her father and have difficulty maintaining an erection. I get soft while fucking. Without the pills, I can only orgasm through masturbation. My erections were too soft and didn't last long enough for sex. I didn’t feel that telling her to wait while I walked the two miles home to get a pill then drive back to her would be polite.
“No blow job. I’m married. How about a one-year subscription and a selfie of the two of us, with you naked and cum on your tits.”
She looked around. "As long as I pick the spot for the picture." I held out my hand and we shook. She went inside and returned with a non-disclosure agreement. "I'm a paralegal. I had an attorney write this for me. All the people I film with sign one. You can't tell anyone my real name address or any other personal info you learn about me. I took the form and pen she offered and signed it. She took them and shoved them in her mailbox. Then she took my hand and lead me to her neighbor's privacy fence. It was a standard fence that dozens of houses in the neighborhood had.
She took several pictures of us in different positions. My
favorite and the one I have framed in my home office. I have my hands on her tits, fingers spread to show her nipples and she is kissing my cheek. She sent me the photo and access code to her only fans site. I kissed her hand and led Big D away. "See you around," she called, and I waved to her. She went inside and I headed home. I'm going to walk that area more often. Who knows, there might be a part two someday. Who knows?
END NOTE:
I checked out her content. Fuck she's got some talent. She needs to get into the industry. If you are in or have contacts in adult films let me know I want to be her agent. I do not make any money from writing. My only reward is feedback from my readers. Please like, comment, share, retweet, upvote, repost, retweet, follow, join or whatever you can do on the site where you read this. All feedback is a gift, and I love gifts.
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