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Jon Douglas had been married for almost twelve years. He was pretty happy; he had a decent job, enough money to support his wife, whom he loved. But their sex life wasn’t great.To be honest it had never been that good at the start of their relationship. She was a bit too timid, even shy. This was why he had, for the past four years or so, visited hookers on a fairly regular basis.He liked to act out his fantasies with a really filthy-minded woman, and this was the perfect way to do it. Around once a month or so he would get the urge, and search the internet for a local working girl that matched his type. For the last few days, he had been looking around online when his wife wasn’t around. He had come across a new independent girl he liked the look of.Her name was Porsha. She was nineteen, brunette, with an amazing natural 36GG bust, or so her internet page claimed. There were a few photos too, none of her face, but a few of her legs in stockings, her arse covered by a very short skirt, and an amazing looking cleavage in various skimpy tops and bras.Jon really fancied the thought of getting to grips with those massive tits. He had always liked busty women. His wife was not particularly big in that area. So he often found himself looking for busty working girls to satisfy his craving.He also went to call girls because he loved getting a nice blowjob, something his wife was extremely reluctant to perform. She would very occasionally give it a quick perfunctory go at it, then lie back and think of England while Jon mounted her.Jon loved his wife, and would never leave her. But their sex life was, in his mind, very unsatisfactory. So he felt little guilt when he went off now and again to satisfy his needs by bedding a nice sexy hooker. He felt that as long as he was careful to keep it a secret, no one would get hurt. It was certainly better than going off and having an affair, which could be filled with problems.He enjoyed paying for sex. There were no strings, no responsibilities. Just great fun.So one lunchtime at work he called the number from Porsha’s website to arrange a session. She answered almost immediately. She seemed very friendly and bubbly. Jon wanted to pop by for a one-hour Kurtköy Escort session with her after work, and she said she was available.On her website, Porsha said she was happy to dress up in whatever her client requested. So Jon asked if she could wear black stockings, high heels, and a nice revealing top. She said that was no problem, and she looked forward to meeting him later.So around 5 pm, he called his wife to say he was busy at work and would be home late. Then he made his way to the address Porsha had given him earlier on the phone.He called her from his car to say he was outside her building. She told him her flat number, and that he should come on up. She buzzed him in through the entrance door downstairs.Jon felt a little nervous; he always did at this moment. That moment just before he met any new girl. It was a mix of nerves and excitement really. Excitement that he was going to soon be having sex with a hopefully gorgeous young woman, nerves about the fact he couldn’t be sure if this woman was good looking or not.But he was fairly confident he was about to have a good time. She had only good reviews on a popular website Jon used to check about possible working girls he might see. They mentioned she was a real looker, a great body, and a good attitude and performance.So Jon made his way up in the elevator in the nice apartment building. He got off on the third floor and went down to the end of the corridor to Porsha’s door and knocked. A moment later the door opened.Porsha was obviously standing behind the door, holding it open. Jon remembered girls often did this, he guessed so that anyone else passing in the corridor wouldn’t catch a glimpse of them in their ‘working’ outfits.Jon stepped into her apartment, as Porsha closed the door behind him. Finally, he got to see her.“Oh my God,” Porsha gasped, then laughing nervously and holding her hands to cover her face.“Rosie?” Jon said, “Err, wow, blimey. This is awkward.”Jon recognised her immediately as the door had closed revealing her face. She had obviously recognised him too.“Oh shit,” she said, “Oh God. Mr Douglas, you mustn’t tell my Dad about this. He mustn’t find out.”Her Kurtköy Escort Bayan name wasn’t Porsha, thought Jon; it was obviously a name she was using for this work. He knew her as Rosie… Jon had met Rosie just three weeks ago. He had attended an evening wedding party with his wife at a posh hotel. It was the wedding of the daughter of one of his work colleagues.He hadn’t really wanted to go. He had worked with Dave for about fifteen years. He had been away on a few business trips and courses with him over the years. Jon had been out for drinks with him a few times too. Dave was okay, Jon thought, but sometimes he was a bit of a jerk too.So when Dave invited Jon and his wife to his daughter’s wedding reception he didn’t feel like accepting the invitation. But his wife wanted to go as it was a night out in a posh hotel. It turned out to be a good evening, it was a terrific place, the drink flowed and everyone was having a good time. Dave introduced Jon to his family, his wife and his now-married daughter and her new husband.Jon had a quick chat, and congratulated them. Dave then introduced Jon to his other, younger daughter, Rosie. She was a bit of a stunner, a very pretty petite girl with long dark slightly curled hair. She wore a tight short black skirt and high heels, with a tight white sweater, showing a hint of a fantastic big natural cleavage.Jon chatted with Rosie and Dave for a while. Jon introduced Rosie to his wife. Rosie talked about being a bridesmaid earlier in the day, and how proud she was of her big sister. Dave got called away to chat with other family and friends. Jon and his wife chatted with Rosie for a little while. Jon’s wife then went off to the bathroom.Jon chatted some more alone with Rosie. She said she had a boring job in central London but didn’t elaborate on what she actually did. She asked him about his work and family.Then Rosie’s friend came along and started dragging her off to the dance floor. Rosie took Jon’s hand and pulled him along with her. Jon danced with Rosie and her friend Sammy for a few songs. Sammy then moved off to dance with some young guy. Rosie stayed dancing with Jon, always smiling.Jon’s Escort Kurtköy wife sat by the bar with Dave and a few others, chatting and drinking.Suddenly the dance music faded and a slower song came on. Rosie smiled and came closer as Jon put his arms around her waist. They slow danced together for a few songs. Jon loved this, Rosie was gorgeous he thought. He could feel the weight of her lovely big boobs pressed up against him.Jon turned Rosie away from the bar as they danced, so that his back was to his wife and Dave. He didn’t want them seeing how much he was enjoying being close to this buxom beauty. His hands held Rosie around her waist as they danced. He moved his hands up her body, his thumbs coming to rest just beneath her tits. He could feel the underwire of her bra, but Rosie didn’t seem to notice.Jon could tell Rosie had had a few drinks. She certainly wasn’t drunk, but she was just a little tipsy. Perhaps that’s why she didn’t notice where his thumbs were. The next song that came on was a bit more upbeat. Rosie began moving to the rhythm a bit more energetically, but still keeping pressed up close to Jon. This meant her boobs began to move up and down, bouncing against the top of Jon’s thumbs. He loved this feeling, and began to get a semi-hard on.He looked over to his wife at the bar. She was still happily chatting.Jon decided to push his luck further. He raised his thumbs up, pushing them into her tits. He loved the way they felt. He also realised just how big and full her tits were, they were amazing. Still, Rosie gave no indication she had noticed where Jon’s hands were. Either that or she didn’t care, she was just enjoying dancing.Jon’s semi now became a full hard-on. Jon thought if only he was twenty years younger, he would have tried his hardest to get this girl back to his place tonight.As Jon’s thumbs were now pushed into Rosie’s tit-flesh, it pushed her boobs up, so Jon got an even better view of her terrific cleavage. He pulled her closer, as her tits danced across his chest. His rock hard cock was now pressed up against her.Rosie finally noticed Jon’s wandering hands, as she looked him in the eye and grinned.“Naughty boy,” she mouthed, and pouted, blowing him a kiss.Jon smiled at her, as she ground her crotch up against his hard-on, giggling, keeping eye contact. Jon quickly shot a glance behind him to check on his wife, she was sitting on a barstool laughing with Dave and a few others.“Don’t worry,” Rosie mouthed to him, giggling again.
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