These characters are fictional and over 18. If you have a problem with consensual-non-consent please read something else. This is chapter two please read the first story to understand the background of these characters. If you would like to read more stories about these characters please let me know. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism only please no need to be cruel.
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Monday
I was standing at the counter looking through the mail when my mother called. She is a high end real-estate agent. Big money clients, where the commission on one house is more than I make in a year. Whenever she has prospective buyers looking at a few houses in the area, she needs my help. She thinks bringing along a young sexy woman to these meetings will help them pick a house. She justifies it because I am a Legal Aid in a real estate law firm. I usually go because I get a bonus or a raise at work every time I bring in a new client. My mother just wants me to wear a tight dress and smile at the rich men. God, no wonder I have relationship issues.
"Mom..." I listen for the reply
I listen as she goes through the motions of small talk, but we both know why she called. She only ever calls me when she needs to wave a piece of ass in front of a new client. As I'm listening to her Dylan comes home. He goes to say something but I point to the phone to my ear. He nods, turning to go down his hallway.
"I think I'll pass this time mom...because I don't want to entertain some handsy old man on my Friday Night."
Dylan Paused just past the doorway.
"30?... How do you make that much by 30?"
As my mother kept chattering in my ear about her client I felt hands touch the bottom of my pencil skirt. Dylan slowly pulled it up to my waist. My thong fully exposed my ass, allowing Dylan to fill his hands. He was groping me and bending me over the counter. This was not the first time I'd had sex while on the phone with my mother.
"What? ... No, Mom. You can't do that!"
"If you call my boss you can stop calling me..." I take one huge sigh. "Fine, Fine Mom! I'll go."
Two seconds after I said 'Yes' Dylan Impaled me with His Rock-hard Cock. He pinned me between him and the counter by my hips. He didn't move. I was bent over the counter with a Cock in my Pussy while talking to my mother; who was trying to pimp me out to another guy. What the Fuck is going on in my life.
Still inside me, Dylan started to play with my hair. I have long dirty blond hair down to the middle of my back. He has grabbed it, pulled it and used it as a handle, but he has never played with it before. It actually felt nice.
"What?..." Oh, shit I was still on the phone.
"If I do this you will stop parading me in front of your clients."
Dylan Pulled out and thrust in hard. I didn't expect it. I almost grunted into the phone.
"Friday? Where and what time?"
He did it again Pulled out easy and drove back in hard. Was he trying to tell me something? I tried to turn and look at him but he pulled my hair tight and held me facing forward. He started to grind his dick into me. Reaching down he started to play with my clit. That was new.
"Yes! Oh..." I moaned. "MOM! Mom I have to GO I will see you THERE! Bye, LOVE you."