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her pussy tightening even more than usual. She let out a loud scream and her body trembled  before collapsing against mine.  
    We stood in the shower, in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, before she turned off the water and grabbed her robe, placing it over her naked body.  
    “There hasn’t been anyone home all week, Sebastian. If you could just vacuum upstairs, that will be all for today.” She left me alone in the bathroom.  
    I gathered my clothes and got myself dressed, almost feeling a bit used. After playing out everything that had just happened, I shook my head and vacuumed upstairs. When I had finished, I noticed that I couldn’t find Mrs. Smith anywhere. I called out for her, but she never came. On the kitchen counter was a white envelope with the name Sebastian written on it. I grabbed the envelope and opened it immediately.  
    Sebastian,  
    Your work continues to impress me.  
    Don’t forget my requests.  
    Mrs. Smith  
    Inside the envelope were another five one-hundred dollar bills. Combined with everything else I made this week, I brought in thirteen hundred dollars and only worked seventeen hours.  
    I drove home with a huge grin.  
     

 
     
    Chapter 3  
     
    That night, I went out for beers with my buddies, but I never mentioned work, or the time that I had spent with Mrs. Smith. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t on my mind. In fact, she was all that I could think about. Even being out at the bar, I found myself comparing her to every ordinary chick around. All of  the young college girls had lost their appeal.    
    I caught myself several times daydreaming of Mrs. Smith and her sexy ass body. I replayed how my hands touched every inch of her skin, especially her supple breasts. I thought about her hard nipples and how they felt against my tongue when I licked them.  
    Suddenly realizing that I was still in a public bar, I paid my tab and walked back to my apartment. I shared the place with two other guys, who I had left back at the bar drinking the night away. After throwing my keys on the table by the front door, I grabbed another beer and headed to my bedroom.  Once I’d emptied my pockets, and stripped down to my boxers, I noticed the white folded note had fallen to the floor. I opened it up and traced Mrs. Smith’s handwriting with my fingers.  
    I tossed the note on the bedside table, and plopped down on my bed, placing one arm behind my head for support, leaving the other one to hold my beer. After only seconds, my mind drifted back to Mrs. Smith. This time all I could think about was how wet her pussy was and how sweet it tasted as I licked it clean. I wanted to lick it again and couldn’t stop thinking about her words. “Fuck me with your tongue, Sebastian.”  
    Just remembering her saying that, made me rock hard. I took another swig of my beer and set it down on the table. Without even hesitating, I pulled my dick out from my boxers and began stroking it with my hand, pleasuring myself to the vision of Mrs. Smith’s hot pussy.  I closed my eyes concentrating on what took place just hours before. I focused on the way it felt as I took her in that shower and remembered how tight she was when I slid my hard cock deep into her wet pussy, thrusting it harder and harder. My dick was throbbing.  It was almost like I was still there fucking her. Once I started thinking about her sucking my dick, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I would come. I kept my eyes closed, remembering how good it felt when I came all over her face and in her mouth. I loved how she savored my come and licked her lips when she finished, like a dirty slut would do.  
    I stroked my dick hard, until I felt my hot release sliding down my hand and wrist. My body jerked a few more times before I could even let go.  
    I got up and changed my boxers, but laid back down thinking about what she had asked me to do. I don’t think I ever doubted doing it, but I sure didn’t think I