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Free Hardcore Sex Stories - My Gigolo
“I’m tired of not being with you so much,” I told my boyfriend, Stan. His job was getting on my nerves but I didn’t know what to do about it. I knew he had to work but all this overtime and weekends made it so I never saw him anymore.
“Well, when you get rich, you can pay my salary and then I will stay here with you,” he said, holding me and laughing. He thought he was just kidding around with me, but when he said it, a light went on inside myself.
“You would give up work?” I asked.
“In a heartbeat.”
“But you do so much I thought you just love it,” I told him, sincerely.
“I do it because I have to and because I like the money. I’m pretty greedy,” he said, and I knew that to be true. He bent down and kissed me, and I nearly melted in his arms. I knew at that moment I was really going to try to do things so that I could buy him. Some of my friends told me if I had to buy him then he wasn’t work it, but they didn’t understand that I wasn’t buying him; I was buying the situation.
He made love to me right there in front of the door. We hardly ever went passed it. Our passion for each other and lack of time together dictated us to get what we could in the shortest amount of time. It was very frustrating.
Over the next couple of months, I put up with his absence, his 20-minute stops, his lack of time with me, but I knew that I was going to do something about it as soon as I could
Since I am a writer, my only hope was my novel to be a best seller. I knew my chances of that happening weren’t very good, but I had to try. I had to keep the hope and faith that it would work so I could basically buy Stan.
As I wrote, I would send out chapters to people to see what they thought and as I received compliments, I became more and more optimistic that it would work. And it did.
Before Christmas, I put my new e-book up on a web site and started to advertise it. The response I got in the first day was astounding, and because it was an e-book, all the profits were mine.
“Guess what? Guess what?” I told Stan one day. I hadn’t told him how well I was doing until I was able to do what I wanted financially.
“What?” He said, as we stood in the door holding each other the way we always did.
“My novel is selling so fast, I can hardly keep up with it. I’ve sold almost $250,000 worth of novels,” I said with the biggest smile on my face. It had been the hardest thing I had ever done - keeping it from him.
“You did what?” He asked, almost pushing me away to look at me. “You are kidding, aren’t you?”
“Well, how about if I give you $500 to come over tonight and celebrate with me?” I took five one hundred dollar bills out of my pocket and held them up in his face, and smiled.
“You aren’t kidding?!?!” He said, even more excited than I was.
“I’m not kidding. I told you I would do anything for you,” I said, moving into his arms. “The scary part is that I meant it.” I really did mean it. I would do anything for the man, but I was lucky that he didn’t take advantage of that.
“You did all this for me?” He asked, so surprised. Like no one had ever done anything like that for him before.
“Why do you act so surprised?” I asked. I had wanted to do so much for him before but he would never let me because he was so busy.
“Because no one has ever cared that much about me to do anything like this,” he said, with near tears in his eyes. I had never seen him like that before. “You really want me that bad?”
“You couldn’t tell?” I asked, backing away from him. I thought I showed him all the care in the world when he was there. Maybe that was the problem. He couldn’t tell because he didn’t have time for me.
“I could tell. You show me a lot of love. It’s just so surprising to me,” he said, pulling me back into his arms.
“Celebrate with me tonight?” I asked. “Stay with me.” I never wanted anything so much in my life. “I would even pay your salary. That’s how bad I want to be with you.”
“So now I’m your gigolo?” He asked, laughing.
“It works for me,” I said, giggling.
“I’m calling work and telling them I can’t make it back. I’m suddenly sick,” he said, holding me so tight against him that I could only breath in his scent. “After that, you can let me work off some of this money you just handed me.”
He kissed me so softly and sweetly that I melted right there. He pulled away, looking into my eyes. I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breath. Then he kissed me again, this time wrapping his arms around me and letting his tongue wander into my mouth. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had to be dreaming. Our bodies pressed tightly together as we kissed. He laid me down with his body close to mine. I kept thinking that this couldn’t be happening, but it was. At first I couldn’t move, only go with his movements, but that changed rapidly. It didn’t take long for us both to be removing each other’s cloths. His body was so muscular, so perfect, and so small. I ran my fingertips over every inch of it. It was a light touch, like feathers tickling his flesh. He squirmed under my touch. It was truly awesome. His own hands ran over my petite figure. They were so hot; they nearly burned my skin. His hand gently massaged my breasts, one at a time, and then traveled down my body. I moaned over and over. He was so good. His tongue followed his fingers on their way down. He slowly took his time to touch and lick every inch of me: my breasts, ribs, stomach, hips, thighs, and pussy. I didn’t want him to stop. I spread my legs as wide as I could get them, reaching down to open my pussy for him, too. He pressed his face against my pussy, letting his tongue dive inside. It squirmed over my clit. It darted in and out of me. It wasn’t long before I was screaming in orgasm. But Stan didn’t let up there; he kept licking me and touching me. He let his fingers wander inside to fuck me. Over and over I came for him, and when I did, it was like a gift for him, the way he dove his tongue into my juices. “Oh, Stan, let me please you. I need to please you.” He came up next to me and let me touch his wonderful, slender body. His cock was so hard, and it begged to be licked, which I did. My tongue licked the length of the shaft, and then my mouth came down upon it to his balls. I kept my fingertips touching his body as I sucked his cock. He tasted so good, and it was so exciting to please such a man. He lightly ran his fingers through my hair as I did this. He was such a gentleman. He was still so sweet both in taste and mannerism. My fingers ran over his ass softly, and then his hips and balls. He squirmed, as I sucked him, until I ached inside to have him in me.
“Please take me, Stan. I ache for you.” Stan brought me on top of him. He took hold of my hips, as I reached down to guide him in me. I moaned and smiled as I watched his face. He was smiling, too. I could not take my eyes off of him. I had the perfect view as he had sex with me. I was the luckiest woman in the world at that moment. Time just seemed to stand still. My body began to quiver all over as his hand went to my breasts. It was so hot and intense. “Cum, baby,” Stan said, as his own body shook in orgasm. I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me. This miracle wasn’t a dream. I came with him, our juices mixing together until we collapsed in each other’s arms. I kissed him softly.
“Am I worth pay for?” Stan asked me, laughing.
“You well worth every penny,” I told him.
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