I have been working as a mechanic at Meineke Car Car since graduating from high school. The hours aren''t bad, the work is steady so I don’t get bored, and at the end of the day, I punch my timecard, straddle my vintage restored Harley and cruise on over through the Colorado mountains to my next job. My night time job is the one I want to tell you about. I don’t just supplement my income with this shit; this is the icing on the cake!

When I started living with my two male roommates—they’re both 21 like me—I noticed that they always had a lot of nice-smelling, older manicured women over. I asked the guys what the hell was going on.

“Oh, Ryan,” Tony said and smiled mischievously at Rob. “We don’t know if we should let you in our little secret.” Rob laughed and nodded his head, a big dollop of sugary goo dripping from the side of his mouth.

“Come on,” I pleaded. I kept prodding them until they gave way.

“It’s the internet, bro,” Rob said triumphantly. “There’s a veritable honey pot of lonely women looking for a younger guy to give them some attention. They come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They want to feel like a queen for a couple hours and they’ll treat you like a king.”

“Fuck yeah,” Tony agreed and sipped the aromatic organic Colombian coffee the most recent girl had made for him.
I made them show me where and how. They showed me the older women, younger male chat rooms and the BBW chat rooms. They trained me what to say, how to say it, and what to look for. Before long, I had was chatting with 20 different women who wanted to meet me. I had to keep notes to keep them all straight. Rob also showed me how to place ads for casual relationships on Craigslist. You could say we were three kings living in a desert paradise. My days were full of working with my hands and my nights were full of working with my cock. In the meantime, the women I recruited gave me everything I wanted.

My first hookup was a 30 year old married lady named Cynthia. She had this awesome strawberry-blonde hair and a huge tits and a big fat ass that I loved to spank when I fucked her doggy-style. She was chunky around the thighs, hips and butt but I didn’t care. Women are way too hung up about that shit. When a guy’s horny, he’ll fuck! He doesn’t count all the dimples or measure anything other than how hard he can hit her cervix and make the juice pour out of her. This lady had shiny pink cheeks and the sweetest personality. She met me at a sleazy motel after work. She was shy when I met her, but in the bed I had to hold my own! She told me what to suck, where to shove my fingers, how to lick her asshole. She was a minx in bed! She wanted me to cum all over her ass and face. After we had sex about three times, I was worn out. I took a quick shower and found a $50 bill the nightstand. "Take it." she said. Then she took me out for dinner.

Once that first fifty touched my fingers, it was like a match ignited. The next woman was a much older woman, she called herself Trixie. She invited me over to her apartment in Littleton. When she opened the door I was a little shocked. Obviously the picture she had on her profile was about 15 years old—well, she was at least 60 and I could tell she has been a smoker for a long time because her voice was real hoarse. Her wrinkles were kind of bad and I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to go through with it when she dropped to her knees in the middle of her living room and started sucking my cock. I watched her deep throat all 9 inches of my rod. I could feel it when I hit the back of her throat. She pushed me down into a recliner and pulled my pant off. Then she held my dick in her hand and slapped it along her tongue while she licked it at the same time. It was fucking insane! The magic of her sucking made me shoot off into her mouth. Trixie gulped it down and let out little murmurs of pleasure. When I was stood to pull my pants up, she gave me a twenty and smiled. That’s all she wanted. She calls every now and then. Let’s just say it’s an easy way to make $20!

Then I met Irene. She is still one of my favorites. She had me ride out to her house in Arvada. It was dusk in the valley so everything was bright orange. She led me out to the swimming pool and we jumped in, naked. It felt great! He big brown nipples peaked halfway out of the water and her brown eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled at me. Her chocolate brown hair was wrapped in a bun, but she asked me to let it loose. I did and it swirled into the water around us, like a rope that tied us together.

I began by kissing her neck and ears. Her breathing quickened and her fingers pressed into my biceps. She almost instantly wrapped her legs around my wide hips and I remember being surprised by how soft they felt. I could feel the blood throbbing into my cock as I felt her wet pussy hair rub against me under the water. She ran her finger nails through my blonde hair and kissed my sharp, wind-burnt cheekbones. Then I felt a presence and turned around.

There was a man standing there, staring at us. I froze in place. We had been caught!

“It’s okay,” she cooed in my ear, nibbling on it. “Henry can’t get off, so he lets me have a little fun. Is it okay if he watches?”

I look at Henry and I looked at her.

“That costs extra,” I said, half-jokingly. She answered me by kissing me intensely and stroking my cock underwater.

I picked her up and put her on the diving board, where I took some time licking her tiny clit that was growing fatter and slimier by the second. I traced my tongue into and out of all of her delicate folds, while she held tight to my hair and pushed my face into her pussy. I tested her pussy to see how tight she was clenching it and shoved two fingers up into her. She gasped and I felt her legs go rigid. She was close to cumming, so I pulled her back in the water and over to the stairs. I sat on the top stair so our bodies were barely still in the water and lowered her tiny body onto my rigid cock. She slid right on and I could tell from how tight she was that she hadn’t had any in a while. After about three solid thrusts that had her screaming, I could feel her start to shake and knew her climax was there. That feeling always gets me, so I couldn’t help but start to cum, too. I grunted hard and deeply and buried my face in her tits. When we finished cumming, we sat there for a few minutes and held each other. I heard Henry stand up from him bench and walk back into the house. Irene was completely limp, so I lifted her gently from my cock—which kind of hurt because my cock head was still really swollen and sensitive—and carried her over to a lounge chair that was next to various belongings.

She sighed and looked up at me. She leaned over, dug into her purse, and pulled out three $100 bills.

“Three rules,” she said and handed me a bill after she stated each one. “Once a week. Don’t fuck anyone the night before you come to me. Henry gets to watch whenever he wants to. No questions asked.” How could I say no to such simple terms!

As I sped away on my bike, I couldn’t stop thinking about Irene’s graceful body and the way she shook as she came on my cock. Even the next night, when I was balling a new client—another girl with a little extra girth but a whole lot of extra energy—I thought of how Irene’s thighs felt against my hips. I shot off prematurely in my client and I could hear her whimper. So I spun her over and licked her clit and finger-fucked her until she started to cry. Yes, she cried it felt so fucking good. My fingers are long and very talented. I can feel a g-spot and run it until the girl thinks she going to cum so hard she’ll die. I don’t think this girl has ever had her g-spot stroked like that. She was VERY grateful and her added tip showed it.

Last night I saw Irene again. I showed up looking especially good and smelling really nice. My hair was slicked just right and I could tell by the look in her eye that she totally dug the polo shirt and khaki pants. She led me to a bedroom that had candles lit everywhere. It smelled sexy and she was only wearing a tiny black dress that came half-way down her thighs. I couldn’t wait. I forgot about Henry. I dropped to my knees and pulled her warm thighs against my face. I massaged her ass with both of my hands and bit at her pussy through the dress. She moaned and leaned into me. I lifted up her dress and snaked my tongue into her soft crease. I found the tip of her clit and tickled it with my tongue. She giggled a little and let herself fall back onto the bed.

I traced her nipples with my fingertips, held her breasts in my palms, buried my face in her stomach. She stroked my arms and squeezed my nipples and lightly touched the head of my cock. Just enough to make me yearn for her mouth, her palm, or her pussy.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” she whispered in my ear. Hearing those words made me a little dizzy, so I buried my fingers inside her.

“Me too,” I told her as she arched her body against mine. Her tits popped out of her dress and I could feel her hard nipples scraping against my shirt, which I hadn’t bothered to remove yet.

She unbuttoned my shirt and pressed her breasts against my chest. Then she fumbled with my trousers and pushed them lower as I nibbled on her tits.

“Do it,” she breathed, “now.” I took her hips and positioned her beneath me. I filled her completely with one thrust. She cried out when I went as far as I could. I knew she was full and that her trembling orgasm would begin soon.

Her legs were shaking more than usual this time and when she kissed me it was with the ferocity of a teenage girl. She became small and delicate and fiery in my arms. I pressed deeply into her—not too fast! She likes a slow, steady, deep rhythm. I could feel her pussy walls milking me as I fed her my dick. I was quiet and patient and watched her writhe in pleasure beneath me. She was fucking gorgeous!

Then her pussy clamped down on me. I gasped because her hold was so tight! I struggled to keep moving as I felt her internal earthquake begin. After the first wave, she relaxed a little so I fed it to her extra harder and faster, making her cum harder and longer. When I could tell she was at the end, I stared at my cock rodding her pussy and started to cum almost immediately. I could feel her orgasm again as I shot my loads into her.

I collapsed on her, empty and exhausted. She wound her arms around me and we laid there. I looked over to see Henry watching from a chair in the dark corner of the room, stroking his limp cock. Strangely I had not only gotten used to being watched, I actually liked it.

Irene let me rest with her for a few minutes before walking me out to my bike, kissing me hard on the lips and handing me $300.

I made over $1000 last week. I plan on giving my two week notice at the shop tomorrow. I can always fall back on the mechanic thing if I have to. But