I’ve been in a marriage for 23 years. It was great for the first few, but for a majority of our relationship, I’ve been unsatisfied with our mental and physical relationship. She’s a good woman, but I know that deep down inside, we’re not fit for being together. Of course, with a 18-year old daughter that has just started college, that isn’t a possibility. We love our child dearly and will do everything we can to ensure that her education is smooth and successful.
Anyway, lately I’ve been entertaining a girl that works at a bar I manage. It started with just a kiss while we were both really drunk, but now it has become much, much more. I do okay financially and being a youthful minimum-wage babe that does her work for tips, Andrea’s very much interested in opening up my wallet. After we kissed, she started asking for little things here and there. A drink would be the initial request, but sooner or later it snowballed into something much, much more. She turned into a fetish for both of us, and I soon realized that I was giving her money to punish myself for what I was doing.
One night, I headed out of the bar with the evening’s takings: close to $1,200 was in the till, and I was set to take it to the bank the following morning and cash it. Andrea had other ideas, and after inviting me over to her place (something she had never done), I knew that while I wanted to resist, I wouldn’t be able to. Andrea was one of those girls that got what she wanted no matter what. Her attitude toward life was a simple one of sex, happiness and above all else, money.
So I ended back up at her place with a wallet full of cash. She knew that I took home the money on that evening, and that hat was about to result was going to be a problem for the both of us. I didn’t want to part with my hard-earned dollars, but at the same time, I felt as if I should. Otherwise, what would Andrea do if she wasn’t happen? I soon found out.
While I was sitting on her coach, she got between my legs and started to run her hand up and down my thighs.
“I know you want me. I know what you want me to do too. So why don’t we stop playing, and you put down $100 so that I can just get it over and done with. Doesn’t that sound like a good idea?” – She spoke softly, doing her best to convince me into handing over the cash.
I wouldn’t move. I shook my head and attempted to close my legs. She resisted it almost as if it was automated.
“I mean, I could always just ask your wife what she thinks of you playing with a girl half your age while you’re still in a relationship.” – Her words were sharp. My heart sank. I really had no choice with the blackmail that Andrea presented.
I reached for my wallet and pulled out a crisp note, placing it on the side table. Would it be enough for me to just pay and not have some fun? I wanted to leave.
“No. It’s $200 – the price has gone up.” I sighed, opening the flap in my wallet again and placing another note on top of the other.
Andrea smirked and started to take off her heels. She loved high heels and these were a pair that I had actually purchased for her a few weeks ago. They were adorable, I loved them. Now I was going to pay the price for my extra marital mistress.
“Lick my feet, Frank. I want $50 for each foot, too.” – Given the fact that she threatened telling my wife about our little adventures, I was without an alternative. I placed the money she requested on the side table and waited for Andrea to come onto the couch where I could lick her feet clean.
I did as I was told. I used my tongue to cover every inch of her toes, heels, soles and arches. When all was said and done, her feet were in an incredible state of hygiene. Andrea knew just how much authority she had, and there were no issues on her end in feeding her fetish addiction.
“Take your cock out, I want to suck it. I charge high rates, though. $100 a minute. The quicker you cum, the more you save.” – Andrea got on her knees. Even though I was about to receive the pleasure, the power was clearly on her end of the table. I felt like resistance was impossible, and my concentration was going to be a real issue.
Five minutes in and I had absolutely no sensation downstairs. I was running out of available money and I had no idea what Andrea was going to do to me if I did not finish up in time.
“You keep looking at the clock, are you worried you’re not going to be cum from your cock? Haha! I made a rhyme.” – She jerked and teased my cock slowly as she spoke, returning it to her mouth when she finished what she had to say. I closed my eyes and focused. Finally! Salvation was here. While I longed to cum, the desire was in no way associated with the pleasure that would come as a result. I finished incredibly quickly, with the sinking feeling of post-orgasm being almost instant.
“Thank you for using Andrea services! That will be… $1150. Oh, it doesn’t look like you have enough. Perhaps when I see you tomorrow you can make up the rest? With interest, of course. Otherwise, I might just have to pop by your house some time in order to make up for the losses.” – Andrea spoke with authority as I emptied my wallet and looked vacantly at the mistress I was now completely devoted to support financially.
By Dominatrix Draven