The population of our home town is enough to make it larger than a village and not so much as to make it a city, but just enough so that one's personal affairs are not everyone's business as they would be in a village. After high school I decided to stay in town rather than move to the nearby city, allowing me to get a medium-income job which let me have free days and evenings to pursue my hobby, which was to be the fuck toy for the important personages of the town.
One week, every other month, Monday through Saturday, I'd service one important member of the community each day. On Monday I'd see Mayor George Reed at the City Hall. Tuesday was reserved for Judge Ira Sims in his chambers, while on Wednesday I'd visit Dr. Miles Quinn in his office. On Thursday Pharmacist Fred Cowen had me at his home. (Dr. Quinn gave me prescriptions for birth-control pills filled by Mr. Cowen so I'd not get knocked up.) Friday was the special day for Police Chief Hall Zott, usually in a motel room, leaving Saturday for Baptist Preacher Bill Tome in the back room of his church.
That left Sunday as my day of rest, though every so often Grocer Sam Dowl had me for the evening, giving me groceries as a token of his affection.
I was nineteen years old when these affairs began, each of my partners being in his late thirties or early forties, making each eager to dip his rod in some late-teenage snatch.
During our trysts the guys insisted that I call each by his first name rather than "Mr. So-and-So," since each would be banging me without inhibitions, though at other times I'd call each "Mr., Judge, Dr., etc.," those being our "off hours."
The following tells how a typical week of mine unfolded each day or evening whatever the weather----rain or clear, hot or cold---each of my partners anxious to get into my holes.
That Monday when I entered his office Mayor Reed greeted me, saying, "Hi, Sue. You look lovely, as usual."
"Thanks, George," I replied. "You're looking well."
That was the extent of our opening conversation because we each knew I wasn't there for a tete-a-tete. After we undressed he sat on his desk chair and I knelt between his opened legs, his stiff prick aimed at my face. My tongue licked the full length of his rod, then his balls before I had its entire length in my mouth.
"Suck me, Sweetie," he said as my tongue worked on the under side of his dick, getting to the upper part of his nut sack when he pressed on my head to get his shaft as deeply into my mouth as possible, though he knew when to ease up to prevent me from chocking, my saliva coating the hard pylon that was about to invade my pussy.
"Wow!" I exclaimed. "You stretched my mouth really good."
"I'm gonna stretch your little fuck hole, too," he said. "You must be as wet as a faucet by now."
I smiled, knowing he was right, my cunt juices wetting my baby channel for him. He took my hands and pulled me gently upwards so that I stood before him.
"Sit on me, Honey," he instructed. "Let's do cowgirl today."
Straddling his legs I grabbed his dick and guided it to my gash when my ass settled on his upper thighs. As I kept his dick head just pass my pussy lips so that my soft, wet, inner pussy folds caressed his mushroom, he sucked my nipples one at a time, getting my pussy walls even wetter. I moved his dick head ever so slightly at the entrance to my fuck hole before moving my hips forwards to get his rod into my cunt to the hilt.
When his mouth released my nipples, he said, "Damn. You're soft and wet."
"Fuck me, Baby," I answered. "Drill me good."
He didn't need much encouragement. He held my hips and pulled them to him as his hips pushed upwards, his prick working up and down my hole as our hips continued their motions in unison. I was so wet I felt my cunt juices coating my pussy lips which puckered around his fuck pole which was deep inside my hole.
"Squeeze, Sue," he instructed, my pussy muscles clamping around his invasive shaft, my cunt walls caressing the entire length of dick, rotating my hips at the same time to get his prick to circle inside my birth canal. "Here it comes."
"Shoot it in deep," I said, shot after shot of his seed filling my muff.
He held still for a while before I stood, his waning prick escaping my puffy cunt lips. He knelt on the floor in front of me. I spread apart my thighs a bit as he bent over to lick my pussy lips, his cum leaking from my gash and onto his tongue. He arose, pressing his body to mine, his chest against my boobs. I tasted his salty cum and my tangy, twat juices on his tongue when he kissed me.
We dressed and I left the office, going home to get some rest and prepare for the next day.
Next evening I met Judge Ira in his court chambers. Since it was after hours there was no problem with our being interrupted.
"Hello, Your Honor," I greeted him (this time with his formal title) as I began stripping off my clothes.
"Hi, Sue," he answered. "I've been looking forward to seeing you again." All his clothes were off by now.
"I can see," I replied, seeing his dick at full salute and pointing in my direction. "I've been thinking about you, too."
When he stepped forward, his fuck stick touched my abdomen while his hands cupped my ass cheeks, his head bending down to suck on my nipples one at a time. I placed my hands on his shoulders and just stood still, enjoying my nipples being caressed by his lips and tongue.
He lifted me and carried me to the couch. When I sat down, I spread my legs so he could kneel between my thighs. By his pulling my ass to the edge of the couch, my pussy was at a good angle for him.
After his hands spread my pussy lips apart, he looked up into my eyes and said, "Damn. Honey. You're pink twat's already soaking wet."
"I told you I was thinking about you all day, too," I replied, "knowing you're gonna stretch my muff with your fuck rod."
"Oh, yeah," he came back. "I'm gonna glide my prick into that tight, little pink hole of yours and plow you as deep as I can."
With that his tongue traversed my open gash from bottom to top lingering at my clit for a while before finding its way to my asshole.
He stood up and sat next to me, instructing, " Turn around and sit on me, Baby. Reverse cowgirl."
After standing I straddled his closed legs and sat down while he glided his pole into my twat. I felt my cunt lips envelope his dick head right before my ass cheeks settled on his thighs, the length of his dick embedded in my pussy hole. He placed his hands on my hips when I bent forward, getting his cock as deeply as I could into my cunt. I moved my hips up and down and in circular motions to get his prick to touch every possible area of my wet pussy walls.
His hands left my hips to cup my tits. He pulled the upper part of my body backwards getting my back against his chest. When he kissed the back of my neck, I uttered a low moan of pleasure. One of his hands found my clit as my hip motions continued to have his cock fuck my muff.
"You wonderful little fuck toy," he whispered in my ear, his fingers rubbing my clit.
