money and lust

 Call me Bettina. My real name is irrelevant. What is relevant is that I am grossly neglected sexually by my husband. Well, I admit that I'm not entirely to blame for this myself. I'm not only horny, I'm also greedy for money, so I married a man who has the wherewithal to give his wife a comfortable life. I'm paying the price now because he's busy 24/7 and when he's not busy he's tired.
But now I have discovered that money can also have a very erotic side. Recently I've started looking for an escort service so I don't always have to date girls or old guys. I was sent a rather promising-looking young man, a student, who intended to earn his rent in this way. He had what it takes. Tall, well groomed, and well built, he stood before me in a dark suit, his freshly shaven cheeks smooth as my butt, his fingernails trimmed short and polished. He smelled of Baldessarini.
"Sven Neumann", he introduced himself and indicated a bow.
"I'm Bett-Ina," I said, shaking his hand jovially.
On the way to the theater he proved to be a pleasant conversation partner who could chat amusingly and easily. He still had no inkling of the little joke I had thought up for him.
"So you're a student," I finally said. "What are you studying?".
"Communication Science," he replied.
"Oh. That is beautiful. Surely you are familiar with the most interesting form of communication, aren't you?"
He looked at me questioningly. "And what would that be?".
"Sex."
"Oh," he said now. I could tell he was unsure for a moment, but he immediately recovered and smiled.
"Well, I'm not exactly adept at that," he said with false modesty.
"I don't doubt that. However, your homepage states that sex is not permitted in your escort service. Are you staying with me?“.
"Yes. That's one of my principles."
"Too bad. But you can still think about it."
The look on his face said he didn't understand what else there was to think about. I took out of my purse the thousand-euro note that had been specially designed for this purpose and held it so that he could see it clearly. One of those bills that my husband so often leaves me alone for. Of course, such a large bill has an almost magical effect on a student and his eyes could not hide it. I began folding the bill accordion-like until it was only an inch wide. I pinched this flag again in the middle so that it was only half as long. Then, without warning, I gathered up my skirt, lifted my feet, and propped my booties on the panel above the glove box. Wide-eyed, Sven turned his head and swallowed. His eyes fell on thighs in nylon stockings and red panties with a center front slit. Through this slot I now put the folded banknote into my sprinkler system and pushed it in very deeply. When I was done with that, I sat down properly again, pulled down my skirt, smoothed it out, and acted quite unconcerned. In fact, my heart was pounding at my own shamelessness, but on the outside I appeared cool.
"Would you mind looking down the road again for a change?" I asked him. He did and I could literally see him struggling internally. I added:
"You have a nice suit there, but maybe the pants don't fit very well there in the crotch?".
He didn't answer, the rest of the journey was rather monosyllabic, but he continued to do his duty. We reached our theater box and took our seats in red plush. As I looked around, I was pleased to note that our seats were difficult to see from anywhere else.
The lights went out. The theater began. I looked sideways at Sven and put my hand on his crotch. I immediately felt a bulky something growing underneath and threatening to poke a hole in his pants.
"Don't wait too long," I whispered in his ear. "They call me wet Betty. The beautiful appearance will soon be gone.”
That was also where his resilience came to an end. He glanced around furtively, then coyly slipped his hand under the waistband of my skirt. His fingers slid over my abdomen, under my panties, through my coiffed bush, laid over my privates. Then he dipped his middle finger into the mysterious depths. That was easy, because famished as I was, I was dripping with plum juice. I felt excited as his fingertip touched the bill. To get it out, however, he needed two fingers. It wasn't easy while he was sitting next to me, but he did it very skillfully. Eventually he got hold of the object of his desire between two fingers and pulled it out. He held the bill up in front of me, kissed it and slipped it into his jacket pocket.
Then he sank his right middle finger back into my oyster and poked around relentlessly. While the drama took its course on stage, we devoted ourselves more to the comedy. I would have liked to let myself go completely, but of course I couldn't do that. I had to keep up appearances as a decent lady. However, as my excitement grew, it became increasingly difficult for me to sit still in the chair, and my panties and the fabric of the skirt I was sitting on became more and more soaked with my love dew.
During the break, when we drank a glass of champagne at the bar, it was Sven who stood over the situation confidently and with a superior smile, while I was completely beside myself. My fingers wriggled nervously and I waited impatiently for it to continue. I asked Sven if there were wet f *****s on the back of my skirt, but he shook his head.
"Not at all," he said, smiling.
Then finally came the third act. Sven knew his trade, I had to admit that. It was as if he understood the language of my privates. But then, in the middle of the third act, I suddenly felt that we had gone too far. Alarmed, I sat up, pressed my thighs together and sat stock still.
"Damn, I think I'm cumming," I hissed at him, feeling the impending onset of orgasm inside me. "Hold your finger very still."
He did, and I didn't dare move either, hoping that the impending catastrophe would still pass me by. Then I felt horrified how Sven deliberately curled the tip of his finger in my depths. I cursed him because now it was all too late and the tidal wave of orgasm began to roll over me. I couldn't sit still anymore. Instead, I lifted my feet, spread my legs, and fidgeted helplessly in the chair. Sven now had two fingers inside me again and was cutting around in my vagina like he was possessed. Waves of wild lust poured through me like glowing lava through a volcano's vent. To keep from moaning out loud, I pressed my mouth firmly to the sleeve of his jacket.
When it was over, I calmed down relatively quickly. I was now fully sane again.
"I honestly don't feel like listening to the screaming on stage anymore," I whispered to him. "Don't you happen to know a lonely, cozy parking spot somewhere at the edge of the forest?".
That was the case purely by accident. We slipped out of the performance and I rushed into the parking garage on clattering heels, pulling Sven behind me.
"Or right down here?" I asked him as we got in the car.
He shook his head.
"The performance is about to end. It'll be crowded here soon."
He drove off. It was already dark outside. After a few minutes we left the city behind and zoomed down a lonely country road. As he drove, I removed one piece of clothing after another until I was stark naked in the passenger seat. I threw the panties out the window. With my left hand I undid his belt, the button on his pants, the zipper. He willingly lifted his butt and I jerked his pants. His penis flopped out of his underpants and immediately stood upright.
"You have a nice radio tower," I said, wrapping a hand around the tight shaft. With my other hand, I unbuckled myself, then bent my torso over his seat. My mane fell into his lap and I began to ***** the tip of his penis.
"Can you still drive?" I asked in between.
"Yes, yes, go ahead," he shouted.
I now took his erect member in my mouth and caressed it with lips, tongue and palate. That wasn't entirely unproblematic, as the road wasn't completely level and his pleasure-giver moved up and down in my mouth a little uncontrollably. As a result, his dong suddenly began to lash against the inside of my cheek and spat his icing into my mouth with spasms. I waited until he had pumped himself dry, swallowed the warm gush and savored the slightly acrid aftertaste.
"Sorry," I said. "That was the street."
"It doesn't matter," he said. "The night is still long."
That was true. A few minutes later we reached our destination. Sven switched off the engine and the light. Suddenly it was very quiet. I climbed over to him somewhat awkwardly, sat on the leather steering wheel and placed my bare feet on his shoulders. Slowly, I ran one foot down his clean-shaven cheek, gently slipping my toes between his teeth, shoving my foot right in the middle of his mouth. He sucked on my foot, eagerly licking and sucking my toes. I slowly lowered my feet to the ground, straddling his lap. With one hand I felt for the lever for the backrest, folded it back as far as it would go. His sperm donor was still or already in the air, found the entrance to my lust cave almost by itself, slithered lithely down, head first. He had a real gem and I had one of those rare moments in life when you feel completely fulfilled. I just sat very still for a while to enjoy the feeling. Then I started riding him. Neither of us said a word. The seat squeaked. I groaned. Sven huffed. His tongue explored the depths of my oral cavity. I literally drank his kisses. His hands searched for my heavy mature breasts, caressed them, caressed them, kneaded them. I pulled his jacket off with difficulty, unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest and shoulders. I kissed and licked his chest, playfully biting his shoulder. His fingers ran up and down my buttocks. His teeth nibbled my earlobe his tongue followed the hollows of my ear. I started saying naughty things to him and he begged for more. I shagged and shagged him, thoughtlessly, with no sense of time, completely at the command of my lust. As his wet tongue began to dig into my face, I couldn't hold back. More and more determined, I sharpened my red-hot can on his deep-sea diver. I could feel it coming, but meanwhile Sven was again close to the point of no return. My vagina took his little brother in a headlock as he poured his white cum into me. Sven whimpered pathetically while his roly-poly churned the center of my body deeply. and he begged eagerly for more. I shagged and shagged him, thoughtlessly, with no sense of time, completely at the command of my lust. As his wet tongue began to dig into my face, I couldn't hold back. More and more determined, I sharpened my red-hot can on his deep-sea diver. I could feel it coming, but meanwhile Sven was again close to the point of no return. My vagina took his little brother in a headlock as he poured his white cum into me. Sven whimpered pathetically while his roly-poly churned the center of my body deeply. and he begged eagerly for more. I shagged and shagged him, thoughtlessly, with no sense of time, completely at the command of my lust. As his wet tongue began to dig into my face, I couldn't hold back. More and more determined, I sharpened my red-hot can on his deep-sea diver. I could feel it coming, but meanwhile Sven was again close to the point of no return. My vagina took his little brother in a headlock as he poured his white cum into me. Sven whimpered pathetically while his roly-poly churned the center of my body deeply. I couldn't hold back anymore. More and more determined, I sharpened my red-hot can on his deep-sea diver. I could feel it coming, but meanwhile Sven was again close to the point of no return. My vagina took his little brother in a headlock as he poured his white cum into me. Sven whimpered pathetically while his roly-poly churned the center of my body deeply. I couldn't hold back anymore. More and more determined, I sharpened my red-hot can on his deep-sea diver. I could feel it coming, but meanwhile Sven was again close to the point of no return. My vagina took his little brother in a headlock as he poured his white cum into me. Sven whimpered pathetically while his roly-poly churned the center of my body deeply.
Panting and exhausted, I sat on him while his dong was still inside me. We rested in silence for a few minutes. Then I got up slowly, sat back on the steering wheel and presented my wet shame to him between my spread legs. Sven slid down to his knees in front of me. I flinched involuntarily as the tip of his tongue slid sensitively up my swollen crevice and encountered my sensitive cunt. In the next moment, uncomfortably bright light poured in from the outside, howling voices and loud laughter became audible, accompanied by repeated flashes of light. Something was knocking or hitting the car from outside. Blinded, I tried to see what was going on outside, but only saw light and moving shadows. I felt angrily for the ignition switch, turned the key, lowered the window and motioned for the uninvited guests to leave. However, they were not impressed in the slightest, but continued to have fun undeterred. I got out and put my hands on my hips. There were three young, apparently inebriated couples who had discovered us in our secret activities and now made fun of watching and photographing us. One of them was holding a flashlight. who had discovered us in our secret activities and now made it fun to watch and photograph us. One of them was holding a flashlight. who had discovered us in our secret activities and now made it fun to watch and photograph us. One of them was holding a flashlight.
"Get lost, you idiots," I complained. "Can't you see that we want to have a number here in peace?".
The beam of the flashlight scanned me from top to bottom.
"Look," one of them called out, "the sister has a real stream between her legs."
"Stream?" said another. "I'd rather call that a waterfall."
"Either you leave now, or I'll get the polyps," I called. "Can you only fuck undisturbed in this forest under police supervision?".
At that moment, Sven appeared next to me. The headlights focused on him. The erection angle of his penis was clearly on the decline, but his athletic appearance was not without effect on the uninvited guests. They became audibly calmer. One of the three women made another amused comment about his sagging member. Sven replied:
"When I see ugly women, he always goes down on me."
"Oh, stop it," said one of them. "If the two idiots don't know how to joke, they should be bored alone."
The others gradually agreed. They left hesitantly, not without making one or two derogatory remarks. When they were a safe distance away, I knelt down on the forest floor in front of Sven and did my best, with my own hands and on my own authority, to raise his somewhat sagging egomaniac morally.
"You did very well. I'm proud of you," I told him. It didn't take a minute and his faithful servant was standing upright on the mat again. "Do you know what I would like to do now?".
I made myself comfortable in the back seat and hung my spread legs over the backs of the front seats. Sven squeezed himself between my thighs and sank his piston into my cylinder. Then we banged until we couldn't anymore.
Curled up in the back seat, covered in our clothes, we rested.
"Do you have anything else to do tonight?" I asked.
“Nothing specific.”
“That's nice. Because I have a surprise for you.”
He lifted his head a little.
"Still a?".
"Yes. You already know my main entrance," I said, "and you really deserved the €1,000 reward that was waiting for you there. But there is also a back entrance. There, neatly rolled up, another thousand euros would be waiting for you to earn. You just have to get them. how did you say The night is still long.”
He smiled.
"You are a treasure that hides nothing but treasure chambers that contain nothing but treasures."
"If you want, we can meet again soon," I replied. "My husband got it after all."