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Category: Erotic Fiction

Author: Wrulf

Sonya was 50, a widow and a statuesque, brunette who'd been a model, plus a centerfold in a swinger's magazine she edited during the 90's.

She missed Paul, her white, 52-y/o husband, since he'd cultivated her lowest instincts by – among other things – taking her to college frat-houses where she'd fornicate with as many as 10 jocks.

However, he passed away before the February, Wednesday afternoon she realized how tense she was.

She opened her computer, activated a link to a massage parlor, scheduled a 2 o'clock appointment and drove to it.

'Hi, I'm Damian, your masseuse,' a handsome, white youngster greeted her.

'I'm Sonya.'

'I recognize you,' he said.

'Apparently, you've seen my pictures. Do they get you hard?' she boldly asked.

'Sure, being you're an infamous slut,' Damian replied.

'Yeah, I am.'

'Are you married?' he inquired.

'My husband died 7 months ago,' she responded.
'I'm sorry. He liked to humiliate you, didn't he?' Damien questioned her.

'I deserve that.'

'Damn-straight, you do, because you're a disreputable, fuckin' whore!' he sneered.

'According to a poll I conducted, I'm a nasty girl.'

'I read it and agree!' Damien snorted, then went into another room and returned carrying a small jar,

'Undress and lie on the table,' he instructed Sonya while donning gloves.

'This is a special cream,' - and he poured a liquid into his right palm.

Having done that, he started kneading it into her feet, svelte legs, lush thighs and medium-sized boobs, though she did expect him to insert his finger in her snatch.

'Masturbation's therapeutic,' he remarked.
'I'm addicted to it,' Sonya smiled.

'I bet you are!' Damien snickered as he withdrew his finger.

Nevertheless, Sonya couldn't believe him stripping to display his 12-inched penis.

'My cock's big enough to ruin you, isn't it?' he asked.

'Yes! Rip me apart!' she begged him as he crouched above her and slammed it into her mouth.

'Aaaam!' she gagged.

'Want me to choke you?' he thundered.

She nodded and he gouged his tool into neck.

In a second or two, he unplugged it, flipped her to her stomach and started to fiercely spank her.

'Hurt me!' Sonya wailed.
'Shut up, you filthy cunt!' he verbally raged,

'Yes!' she softly answered while Damien startled her: - 'I should impregnate you! Are you fertile?'

'My tubes have been tied,' she'd scarcely said before he stepped to the floor, penetrated her vag and unloaded in it.

'You little sperm-bank!' he chortled.

'What was your special cream?' she asked,

'Cum-juice. But I'm a gigolo and my services cost $100,' he answered.

She paid him, dressed, and was walking out door when he told her, 'Remember you're a filthy cunt, an infamous slut and a disreputable whore!'

'I will,' Sonya murmured.

After going to her office, she detailed her adventure for the magazine's next issue.

Nonetheless, that her 'tubes had been tied' disappointed some fans, even if – in her mind – Damien would forever be her 'gigolo.'