She tore off her clothes and climbed on my face and made me eat her for orgasm after orgasm, until my jaws were sore.

We were off to a great start. Beverly had thought of everything.

She had a closet at her house for me to keep all my outfits and lingerie and new clothes in. I was on the pill, so there was no risk of pregnancy. Her customers were people she knew, who were screened, so there was no worry about any freaks or lowlifes getting into the picture, and my pussy.

A man named Taylor was the second regular customer. He was tall and thin and gray and bony, with a long thin cock.

I took that cock down deep in my throat and held it there to give him a wild suck job, and then I swallowed down all his gushing cream.

Beverly was in the room. Taylor had a yen to see the two of us, me and Beverly, together in a sexual way.

He offered to pay plenty for that pleasure. Beverly answered him by rising from her chair and taking off her clothes.

He moved out of the way. He sat down in the chair where she had been, while she joined me at the bed.

She took off her blouse. She was braless. Her nipples stood out like cherries. She fondled my hair when I sat up in bed.

She took off her skirt. She wore boots and panties. The panties were black silk, and the boots were black leather.

I knelt on the bed with my legs folded under me. My head was just about level with her tits in the bra.

She stood off to one side, so the customer would have a clear view of both of us. Beverly was real thorough, and always thought of things like that.

She unhooked her bra and took it off. Her tits tumbled out. They were heavy but firm and didn't sag. They made my mouth water.

She leaned forward and rubbed her tits against my face. She swayed from side to side. The meaty tits slapped my face and rippled.