Chapter 5
Roxy
Jack has no idea that I fucked his brother my entire first year of college.
I always got off that I was fucking the little brunette cheerleader’s boyfriend.
It was after being John’s sex toy that I became an escort.
I found that I loved being commanded and fucked savagely which is how most of these rich men like their women.
Jack has no idea that my pussy got wet flirting with John at dinner. He has no idea that I had my eyes closed thinking of John the three times I fucked him when we got home.
I probably shouldn’t have told Jack about fucking his brother. That was definitely something that would upset any man. I don’t know why I got mad at Jack. I was the one who did something hurtful when I knew better than to go there. I will definitely need to find a way to make this up to Jack.
I was quite surprised when I awoke to find that Jack has left my apartment. There was a note on the kitchen table saying that he feels like we need to take a break. Spend some time alone to figure out what we want. “You seem conflicted,” he said.
Fuck! Now I am pissed. He is basically accusing me of having feelings for his brother. The only feelings I have for John is a desire to feel his dick in my pussy again. John is a caveman in bed and I love that in a man.
Jack thinks that I am going to give escorting up if we get further into our relationship. He has no idea I could make just as much money being an afternoon escort as I do on the three nights a week I have been doing for the past three years.
I do have to admit that I am crazy for Jack. All the other men are sexual playmates. But none of them make my heart pitter patter the way that Jack does. He definitely knows how to make a girl feel like she is the only thing that matters in his life. Like I am precious to him and adored.
I was disappointed when I did not find Jack at his apartment when I went over. Then I remembered that Jack usually goes to his Dojo to train after work unless he works overtime. So either he is doing overtime or he is training.
I waited for an hour in case it was just that he worked a little overtime. Then I decided to leave a note on Jack’s door.
Jack…I am really sorry about last night. I apologize about being insensitive to your feelings. I was stupid to get angry about it. Please, can we just forget it and move on?
I tacked the note to his front door and went home. Hoping that Jack will call me this evening after he gets home. I really am crazy about Jack and the way that he treats me.
It was just past 9pm when I received a call. I immediately though it was Jack and answered the call on the second ring. I was stunned when it was John who was on the other end of the line. I had no clue how he got my phone number.
John: Good evening sweet cheeks
Roxy: How did you get my cell phone number?
John: It’s easy on Google. For six dollars you can find where a person lives. What all of their phone numbers are and where they work. Imagine my surprise my when I found that you are a high price hooker.
Roxy: You looked me up? Why?
John: That’s easy baby. I miss that sweet pussy of yours. I was thinking we should arrange some hook ups.
Roxy: But I am with your brother and you are married to that little brunette cheerleader.
John: So? We can have a little sex romp now and then without them having to know.
Roxy: I thought that you were through on getting over on your brother.
John: This has nothing to do with that. I just want to have some more of the sweetest pussy I have ever had.
Roxy: And that won’t give you a thrill that you are fucking your brother’s girlfriend?
John: Well okay. It might amuse me a bit. But I won’t be rubbing his face in it like I used to.
Roxy: How big of you.
John: Speaking of big. Rachel left for the weekend to spend some time with her mother and sister. I happen to have an empty bed. Would you like to fill my bed with your gorgeous body.
Roxy: I don’t know…Okay, yes. What is your address?
As soon as I got off the phone, I got dressed in sexy lingerie and just covered it with a trench coat. It felt deliciously naughty as I drove over to John’s home in Bellevue. My pussy was seeping from my arousal. I always did love fucking the school quarterback. Jack will never have to know.
I shut off my phone so Jack will not interrupt my time with John if he does call me tonight. I’ll just tell him that my battery went dead if he complains that he couldn’t get a hold of me. I will make it a point to fuck his brains out when we reconnect.
John is just wearing a short white terrycloth robe when he answers the door. I wait till the door is closed and open the trench coat to reveal my lingerie clad body. “Fuuuuuuuuuck me,” John gasps while his eyes rake up and down my body. “That’s why I’m here,” I replied.
John wasted no time pulling me to his bedroom and then stripping naked. I allowed him to slowly strip my lingerie off me. I reveled in the in the sensation of him eating my pussy once he laid me back on the bed.
I was delighted when John waited till I climaxed before he shoved his 8-inch banana size cock into my clenching pussy.
It was curious to me as he began to seesaw in and out of me that I thought that Jack might me the younger brother but he was definitely the bigger brother.
I loved how John grunts and growls while he fucks me like an absolute caveman.
Yes, now I remember clearly why I fucked him my entire first year of college.
I remember becoming an escort because I missed being fucked savagely.
When men spend a thousand dollars for two hours with me, they want me to be their fuck doll and I revel in having them take me any way they please.
“Oh my Gawd I love this sweet pussy,” John cried out as his body went stiff as he drained his balls into my willing pussy.
I felt a momentary guilt when John pulled his cock out of me.
Jack’s brother’s cock. But what the hell?
I have fucked many dozens of men in the time I have known Jack. Why is this any different?
The guilt came back with a vengeance on late Sunday morning as I was making my way home to my apartment in the Sodo area of Seattle. How could I give in and fuck Jack’s brother?
It feels like a kick in the gut when I get home and find a bouquet of flowers laying against my door. Jack would be the only one who would have done that. Shit! I missed him last night while I was screwing his brother in his marital bed.
I called Jack at noon and my call went directly to voice mail. I left a message saying that I was sorry that I missed him last night. I told him that I was depressed that we had a fight and I went bar hopping to relieve my distress. I added that my phone had died.
To be truthful, I feel a lot more distress in my stomach right now than I did before fucking Jack’s brother.