Pick-Up Artist

August 7, 2009 – 9:30 am

Pick-Up Artist

Hello, wet crack pals, it is EUGENE O’Neal, your standard bearer for normal horndogs. Well, my EFR (earned fuck ratio) is on the rise, thanks, almost all lately, to the ravishing Brook (Twenty eight, 5’8″, 128 pounds). I get the O’Neal-mobile washed every two weeks, and three times in a row, Brook and I were the merely ones in the customer lounge. Like me, Brook, a restaurant hostess, knows that late in the afternoon, soccer moms are busy driving their little bastards around, seniors are hitting early bird deals at restaurants and sales reps are really working.

Our 3rd get-together in the customer lounge was longer than ordinary as a archetypal LA power cut stranded our cars in the midst of the washing line. The manager gave us free cokes and donuts to keep us cheerful, and we settled down to await it out. We already knew a bit about every other, and this time our talk turned to our jobs. Brook‘s was easily dismissed. “It’s a job and it pays ok, so I’m not bitching,” she told. That babe was intrigued about my two lines of work that enabled me to be out and about in the afternoon. The photographer-side of things peaked her interest, so I went into some detail about my task for NN, solely leaving out the fact that I usually wait to end up screwing the playgirl for the carnal enjoyment of u jacking jokers. But Brook poked for more details, so I said her everything, including the monetary compensation. That babe squeezed my knee. “I’m in,” this babe said.

At her request, I went to Brook‘s apartment to shoot her. This babe said me that this babe had kicked her roommate out after that babe caught her fucking Brook‘s partner in Brook‘s couch. (Needless to say, the Lothario was gone from her life, likewise.) Now, paying the rent by herself was kinda tough, and that is partially why she decided to do her thing with me. But, that babe confessed, this babe is also a big-time flirt and an exhibitionist. Her cookie was juiced up just from stripping and posing, even in advance of I started into the (should be) patented O’Neal foreplay routine. That babe had her 1st climax as I fingered her, then had at least three others as we did our thing, despite my coming and going from her pussy to get the shots lined up. That babe moaned and groaned and shrieked and tossed on the daybed like we were longtime paramours. It kinda made me feel guilt that we were rogering for you boys. We finished up, cleaned up and I went to acquire clothed. “You do not must go right away, do you,” Brook asked softly. “I think we could have a whole lot more joy out of the digi camera.” We sure as hell did!

Pick-Up Artist

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