She choked back tears, and gagged. He held her hair out of the way for her and the whole sequence repeated itself, as she nodded as best she could to say thanks.
She glanced over at the camera and made sure she was in shot, then pushed forwards and snaked her tongue out around the thick cock and forced it back into her gullet. She gagged again and felt a swelling in her throat as the head of his cock had a spunk premonition. It was right too, as suddenly his grunts turned to a solid growling, growing moan and he ejaculated down her throat, his hand gripping her neck in just the perfect way to send her arousal off the charts. This cock was getting five minutes to recover then she was going to be back wanting more.
A week earlier.
Rose was in shape. All her clients knew it, and she had long stopped bothering about reacting to the leering looks some of her older clients gave her. She turned up, took their dogs out, giving them as much exercise she could in an hour and then dropped them home. Her job meant she spent a lot of time in white vests, "Lara Croft" shorts and walking boots. She found bras cumbersome and uncomfortable and rarely wore them, her tops thus left with the job of containing her not inconsiderable bust and usually failing.
She was sat in her van, with five minutes before her next call checking her messages. Her Onlyfans messages.
When Covid 19 had broken out, all her clients had had to stay home, and the need for dog walking and sitting had died out almost immediately. 6 months into the pandemic, she ran out of cash, and after a drunken chat with a female friend, she decided to start an Onlyfans account. She wasn't shy about it, and linked it off her other social media pages for a few days before dropping it after word had spread.
She had always intended it to just be her and nature, stripping off while she walked her own dog, or finding a tree stump to prop the camera on before posing in a few racy positions and various states of undress. So far she'd resisted the urge to find a willing cock and "go hardcore" but recently something had impacted her thinking here.
His first message had been innocuous, a simple "Hi you're stunning" run of the mill thing. She'd replied saying thank you - she had 80 followers at that point and needed those that hung around to spend heavily - she asked what he was into.
He admitted he was acquainted with her in real life and had had something of a crush for a long while. She was single, and lived in a rural setting so she began to work through the mental check list of who it could be. She even asked him about a couple of names, one more in hope than expectation. He confirmed he wasn't who she thought and over a period of a few months dropped hints, all the while sending her money and never asking for anything in return. When he eventually admitted it was money he would have paid her to walk his dogs, the list narrowed.
Despite herself, she started to enjoy their interactions. He was flirtatious, border line cheesy at times but always respectful, unless she invited him to be explicit - she sent him an open legged shot directly at one point, and asked whether he'd eat or fuck - he replied that he'd fuck then eat, which worked for her!
She continued to try to work out who it was, without being too attentive, and from time to time his interest seemed to wane for a while, then he'd be back. She asked him about this and he said that as Covid has waned, his job and family life was complicated and that sometimes he had no time to himself. The gifts continued and he subscribed to her amazon wish list and bought her a load of practical stuff she wanted and then out of the blue, a butt plug which despite his gentlemanly protests she sent him a picture of "in situ" the day it arrived.
The previous day, some 12 months into their weekly exchanges, he let slip that he had a problem dog. That narrowed it down massively, and made him either an 80 year old man called Terry, or Paul, the guy who lived in the old police station cottage in her village with his partner and 2 dogs, as far as she could tell. His dogs, who had to be walked separate from others due to one being aggressive.
She found herself scrolling back through their messages, hers generically flirtatious in a way that OF required, and his very specifically about his likes and intentions for her when prompted.
She found she liked the idea of Paul doing what he described to her. In person he was a gentleman, careful to ensure she didn't see his enjoyment of her lack of bra (she always noticed but found his attempt at decency cute), and always helpful in any way he could be. He was also not ancient, being early 40s and in decent shape - she had heard he had had a misspent youth but now he was settled in the country with his partner.
This side to him had come out whenever she invited it. She once shared a picture of her and her friend topless, in her bedroom. She was openly bisexual and Marie and her fooled around a fair bit, often after nights in the pub where neither pulled. His response startled her:
"I'd get her to suck my cum out of your arse then kiss you...."
Clearly not the clean cut business executive that he portrayed on the surface then....
She asked him outright if he was Paul, and his profile went silent for 24 hours. When he eventually surfaced, it was a single sentence:
" Do you want it to be Paul?"
She deliberated her answer for a few minutes. She found that actually she did, as he was engaging and funny, and clearly sexually much more interesting than he first appeared. His partner had always struck Rose as a snooty bitch and largely he dealt with the dog related stuff with Rose. She couldn't say any of that though, and anyway it was all talk, they couldn't do anything about it, could they?
She settled on "Paul, if it's you, you have the edge over my other problem dog owner, he's 80!"
This was met almost immediately with a response:
"Not quite the answer I was looking for"...
"What did you want me to say then? That I hope it is Paul so I can drive round to his house and jump his bones?"
"That was exactly what I was hoping, yes."
She froze when she read that, yanking the dog she had been walking backward quite unexpectedly.
