“Betty” has become my latest “go-to girl.” I’ve seen her several times during the past few months. I found her on Backpage before it was shut down. She’s tall and well-built, with long hair dyed blonde. (As a brunette, she very much resembles Kristen Stewart.) She hosts in a small, drab apartment about an hour away, which makes seeing her inconvenient. (I have to drive across two state lines.) But she’s friendly in a low-key manner and very attentive.
(During our first appointment, she confessed to being nervous when meeting a new client. She apologetically checked the envelope that contained my “donation”; someone the week before had attempted to rip her off. She then invited me to tell her something interesting about myself. I gamely tried to respond, but it led to a pleasant conversation.)
Today I was stressed and frankly needed a sexual release. The virtue of a go-to girl is that she’s easy to connect with and will reliably perform. (Sara was one such provider.) A text to Betty was promptly responded to, and we arranged a mid-day appointment. She met me at her place in a blue sundress. The apartment was lit only by candlelight. After some small talk, she unbuttoned my shirt. I was already hard. She leaned into me and gave me a wet kiss. I reciprocated.
“What do you want to do?”
I motioned to the bed. She pulled off her dress and revealed that she hadn’t been wearing any underwear. Her perky tits and neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair captured my attention. We moved to the bed. Spying my erection, she said she was impressed that it didn’t require any action on her part. I complimented her on how pretty she looked. She wrapped her hand around my cock and gently stroked me. Then she took me into her mouth. I ran my fingers through her blonde hair as she pleasured me.
Betty straddled me. She started riding me, up and down on my cock. My hands grasped her waist. She swiveled her hips. My hips rocked against hers. We got into a rhythm. She leaned in toward me. I grabbed her luscious breasts. I sucked on her nipples as she continued to ride me.
Then I got on top of her. I felt her legs clasp around me. Driving myself deep inside her, I issued a series of beastly grunts. Having succumbed to passion, I fucked her with wild abandon. I strained to reach orgasm, but I finally exploded.
We talked for a short while afterwards. She said a benefit of her work was getting to “meet the opposite sex.” (Her other job as a home health care worker provides little opportunity for that.) Then the alarm on her phone went off. It was time, so we got dressed. She saw me out with a hug and kiss.
Lutheran Guilt 