Read part one of this story to understand this one.The ideas for this story are taken from many others as I’m regular reader of many erotica blogs. ...or any comments and ideas Email me – I was standing at the door of this guy’s place. A guy whom I had just given a blow job for 1000 bucks. And just as I was leaving he asks me if I want to fuck.Usually, I would rip off my clothes and his and ride his cock and milk it dry, but this guy didn’t know that I was not a girl. He might get upset and beat. He was an older guy, but on the plump side, but I didn't mind.He smiled when he saw me kneeling on the floor, wearing only a pair of my wife's black Lacey hold up stockings. He came straight over to me, unzipping as he did. I was a little sad to see he wasn't yet hard, but I took his flaccid cock in my mouth and rolled my tongue around his bell end and was rewarded with his cock growing in my mouth. He moaned slightly as his small limp dick, grew to roughly 6" in my mouth. I tried my very best. She was wearing a tanktop and hotpants so her long tanned legs were on display for the world. Not to mention the sexiest little feet I had ever seen with her toe nails painted a mesmerizing silver that caught the sun and sparkled like diamonds. She was truly perfect. She caught me staring a couple of times and I quickly turned my head to face the front, but I couldn't help turning back when she turned away. I was captivated. She must have thought I was a right creep, but then again she was. You know, you can tell us anything. Come, take a seat.Me: I’ll directly get to the point. I ran out of money to pay for the new house band. You know that I’m not getting enough shifts to make some savings. I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t desperate.Selina: Well, I thought you and Ray had some savings.Me: We did, but I spent it all. I did some shopping for us for the new house, and also brought a white bridal gown for myself. It was Ray’s idea to spend time with me in that outfit.After some.