When I was in college, I had to work my way through school, I had no one to help me and not long after I started, I met this older, well off man that wanted to help me with my expenses, but of course there would be a price for this financial help, it wasn’t for free. I was to become his mistress. His wife wouldn’t have sex anymore and he had a high sex drive and wanted a regular thing. He’d pay my way, give me an allowance, I could buy nice clothes, he set me up in a nice apartment, but he’d be stopping by nearly nightly on his way home from work.
I didn’t like him touching me, but it was in my financial best interest to allow this arrangement, he was generous and if I could tolerate his visits, I’d have all my education paid for and a nice wardrobe as well, all for maybe an hour to an hour and a half a day of his visits. I knew it was worth it. He loved blow jobs and I’d be on my knees within a minute of him coming through the door. Sucking his cock and massaging his balls, getting him hard for my pussy.
He used to like me to be waiting in lingerie when he’d call and say he was on his way, and I’d usually be waiting in the bedroom, cocktails waiting. Then he’d climb on me after the blow job and finish off inside of me, it wasn’t horrible or anything, just not a fun exercise to go through, but I knew once I had a good job after my degree I could stop this and go on my own. He had a big cock and could get surprisingly hard fro an old guy, I think he likely took a pill to get that way before arriving. He did make me cum a few times much to my surprise, but I just went through the motions for the most part, but was grateful for the arrangement.
