Chapter 277: Chapter 277

Chapter 277

~I am give you what your wife can’t~

Ken lay back in bed, his face full of smirk while he stared at the lady squeeze her hour glass waist into her G-string, a sizeable bra across her portable breast and finally the skimpy polka dotted gown. He was all smiles while the lady nagged bitterly as he got ready to go.

“You should have told me you were sex starved, instead of getting down on me in such crazy manner,” she said, as she had her hand under her gown between her thighs, trying to pacify what she expected. She had never felt itches in her vagina after getting down with men even for weeks. She almost asked Ken what he rubbed on his penis.

“Whether I am sex starved or not is none of your fucking business,” Ken sat up, dug into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a wad of dollars, “I am paying for your pussy , ok, so I shouldn’t be answerable to you how I feel emotional before pounding that pussy. Besides, you are in the business of fucking men for money; you are supposed to have a tough ideal pussy that can withstand any dick.” He counted a few thousand and handed over to her.

She scowled her face at him, rolled her eyes bitterly and caught sight of the ring on his finger as she snatched the money from him to count, “So you are fucking married,” she said and started counting the money. Once she was done, she added, “You are supposed to give me extra dollars for fucking the hell out of my pussy. I will need to visit the hospital to check why my pussy still itches till this moment.

Ken shook his head, “I never bargained for that. You have your money and that is it.” He noticed his balls weren’t properly covered with the duvet, so he pulled the duvet and covered it.

“You should be grateful to me,” she said squeezed the money into her hand bag, “I am giving you what your wife cannot give you,” she added, “So I deserve more cash, OK,” she sounded.

Ken snorted, rubbed his eyes and stroked his hair in amazement, “Take my wife out of this,” he said , dug out his complementary card and handed over to her.

“What?” she inquired, yet got interested in the cards as she stretched her hand to it. She read it briefly once it came handy. Your complementary card?” she sounded, winked and tossed it into her handbag.

“Yes,” Ken replied, “I must commend I enjoyed your body, “ he said, stuck a cigar between her lips , lit and drew a mouthful of smoke before puffing a cloud of smoke. He dimmed his eyes at her and inwardly agreed he would love to have a second taste of that hourglass body standing in front of him.

“Your office is in California” she sounded too inquisitive trying to mark her boundary and recalling she had never gotten familiar with a client. And when Ken raised his brow in response she asked, “So what are you doing in Bahamas?”

Instantly Ken agreed he wasn’t going to bring his predicament with his wife, Mrs. Fanny in their discussion neither was he going to reveal to this total stranger that he was on honey moon and had been sex starved since ages.

“I am here for business,” he responded and puffed a smoke. “I hope you would love to visit California soon,” Ken queried and curled up a smile across his cheeks feeling she was going to give a wag answer.

“To fuck you or for business?” she inquired, placed her leg on the table , earning Ken the opportunity to have one lasting view at his vagina lips before parting. “You can’t invite me over to California, fuck me like a monster and pay me same amount as one-night-stand client,” she said, slapped the dollars on her palms and added, “I will charge double of this.”

He puffed a cigar and smacked his lips, “I still have three nights to spend in Bahamas. I hope to get more of your pussy,” he groaned and shot a smile at her approvingly.

She was advancing to the door now. “I wish I could get more of your dollars than more of that monster dick. Anyways any time I am available. Good bye,” she said, dug her hand beneath her gown, pulled down her G-string, hastened to Ken and slid it into his palm, “My farewell gift to you.”

The door banged; she had gone.

Ken gazed upon the pink G-string in his hands, brought it to his nostrils and sniffed it. “Not quite horrible for a whore,” he squeezed it into the pocket of the jeans on the bed and smoked into the night. He caste a glance at the clock on the wall and believed his wife might be asleep now, all alone , not even bothered about his whereabouts since she wouldn’t want to have sex with him all in the name of being pregnant.

***

Mrs. Fanny appeared at the hotel room, pressed on the ding dong and Teddy opened the door and smiled at her, gave way for her to enter and then rubbed his palms together in excitement, before he banged the door and locked it up.

“Thanks for coming early today,” Teddy appreciated, advanced to her side and stroked her hair which she knocked off with her hands and rolled her eyes irritatingly at him.

“Did your husband provoke you, uh?” Teddy asked, sighed when she ignored him. Lustfully he stared at her as she started stripping of her gown, to reveal a huge baby bump and bigger nipples that pulled down hefty breasts and her back side that curved out roundly. When he dared to touch her breast she knocked off his hands and then stripped of her G-string, which she tossed to a corner. Wearingly she walked into the bathroom and the shower started splashing on the floor.

Teddy winked, breathed hard, picked up her gown and G-string and put them in the ward robe before he came to focus on her nakedness in the shower through the glass door…