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The Love Of Money - Episode 93
27-07-25 (17:19)
buried in my pugic hair. I felt my hips leave the couch
and her hands grasp my ass as she kept my cock
within the confines of her throat.
"...where' you bend me over this desk and fuck me."
Ashlee moaned and whispered, "My pussy is so warm
and wet for-"
"Oh God! Fuck!"
I felt my cock spasm inside Helen, my load spilling
down her throat while her daughter cooed
encouragement from the phone. I reflexively snatched
for Helen's head and bucked wildly into her face. I
would have marveled at the fact that she managed to
remain completely quiet while I face-fucked her, but I
was too busy trying to not black out from the sheer
wave of pleasure that engulfed me.
I'm not sure how much time passed, but eventually, I
felt Helen tap my hand. I slowly registered that she
wanted me to let go of her, but when I did, she looked
up at me with my cock still lodged in her throat. Her
eyes were wide, and there was a slight look of
desperation on her face. She pointed toward the phone,
where' Ashlee was now moaning and claiming she was
going to cum soon. In a moment of clarity, I hit the
mute button. As soon as I did, Helen backed off my
dick as if it were a live serpent and collapsed on her
back, gurgling and coughing several times as thick fluids
spilled out the corners of her mouth, coated her lips,
and started leaking from her nostrils. Her eyes were a
watery mess that had the beginnings of dark mascara
starting to mix with the tears. In tandem with her
mother's coughing fit, Ashlee was in the throes of an
orgasm of her own. Her cries were low and soft so she
didn't attract the attention of any of her coworkers.
I simply let my head roll back and stared at the ceiling,
letting the sounds of mother and daughter wash over
me.
"Oh, Marcus," Ashlee eventually said over the
speakerphone after her cries of pleasure died down.
Helen's coughing and sputtering immediately went
silent, and I unmuted my phone.
"Yeah," said, my breathing still heavy.
"I came thinking about you taking me. I can't wait to
have you for real,"
"I" My eyes found Helen's. She was still on her back,
breathing
quietly and staring at me with those ice-blue eyes of
hers. Her face was a mess, but the look I saw in her
eyes was a woman of strength, unbroken by years of
heartbreak, loneliness, and machinations of high society.
"I'm tempted," I finally said.
"When can I see you again? I can't this weekend, but
maybe Monday?"
"I'll call you Monday," I said.
"I can't wait," Ashlee said. We shared a silence for a
few moments and then she said, "Thank you for that,
Marcus. I'll talk to you soon."
"Have a good weekend, Ashlee," said. The phone went
dead as she hung up on the other end.
Helen sputtered another cough as her daughter hung
up.
"She almost sounds smitten," I said.
"She's not," Helen replied, her voice raspy. She hadn't
moved from her position on the floor. "She's just trying
to win a prize.
I stared at her in silence, thinking about what we had
just done, wondering how Helen could possibly know
Ashlee's motivations. Was it because that's all I was to
Helen? Perhaps less of a prize and more of an escape
hatch from her current life?
"I appreciate you, Helen. You've taught me a lot in the
past week," I finally said, standing up and securing my
pants and belt, "And I appreciate you being candid with
me and coming clean about the situation with Roger."
In my post-nut clarity, part of me wanted to apologize
to Roger for letting his wife blow me after I knew he
no longer wanted me to. Part of me didn't because it
sounded like he was a complete bastard. Another part
of me felt bad for leading Ashlee on in that phone call,
and not giving her any clear response to her attempts
to pursue me. Then I remembered Erin's view of Ashlee
as an entitled brat, not to mention Helen's
de***********ion of her step- daughter's manipulating
ways. I stared down at Helen.
"I don't know that I want to be part of whatever game
your family is playing," I finally said. "I need time to
think. I need you to leave."
quietly and staring at me with those ice-blue eyes of
hers. Her face was a mess, but the look I saw in her
eyes was a woman of strength, unbroken by years of
heartbreak, loneliness, and machinations of high society.
"I'm tempted," I finally said.
"When can I see you again? I can't this weekend, but
maybe Monday?"
"I'll call you Monday," I said.
"I can't wait," Ashlee said. We shared a silence for a
few moments and then she said, "Thank you for that,
Marcus. I'll talk to you soon."
"Have a good weekend, Ashlee," said. The phone went
dead as she hung up on the other end.
Helen sputtered another cough as her daughter hung
up.
"She almost sounds smitten," I said.
"She's not," Helen replied, her voice raspy. She hadn't
moved from her position on the floor. "She's just trying
to win a prize.
I stared at her in silence, thinking about what we had
just done, wondering how Helen could possibly know
Ashlee's motivations. Was it because that's all I was to
Helen? Perhaps less of a prize and more of an escape
hatch from her current life?
"I appreciate you, Helen. You've taught me a lot in the
past week," I finally said, standing up and securing my
pants and belt, "And I appreciate you being candid with
me and coming clean about the situation with Roger."
In my post-nut clarity, part of me wanted to apologize
to Roger for letting his wife blow me after I knew he
no longer wanted me to. Part of me didn't because it
sounded like he was a complete bastard. Another part
of me felt bad for leading Ashlee on in that phone call,
and not giving her any clear response to her attempts
to pursue me. Then I remembered Erin's view of Ashlee
as an entitled brat, not to mention Helen's
de***********ion of her step- daughter's manipulating
ways. I stared down at Helen.
"I don't know that I want to be part of whatever game
your family is playing," I finally said. "I need time to
think. I need you to leave."
Helen blinked slowly at me once, then nodded. I
couldn't read the expression on her face... especially
with the state it was in.
"Seriously, Helen. Thank you. This isn't goodbye. I just
need a little time... maybe talk to Erin about all this."
She nodded again. We stared at each other in silence
for another few moments, and then I turned away
from her and simply walked out of the room. I'm sure
she appreciated not having an audience while she
collected herself.
Friday, 6:12 pm
My phone buzzed, and I almost decided to ignore it,
thinking it might be Ashlee again, or worse... Jessica. My
ex tried to call me again shortly after Helen left, but
after everything else, I couldn't bring myself to deal
with her. I'd even ignored the voicemail she left after.
However, it wasn't Ashlee or Jessica. It was Natalie.
My stomach twisted in knots as saw her name on my
phone's display, and I hesitated, wondering if I should
just give up on her. This life I was building wasn't
compatible for the kind of relationship I had imagined
with her, and I suspected she wouldn't be interested in
joining whatever path I was currently on. In my
melancholy state, I was considering doing both of us a
favor and moving on.
I answered the phone. "Hey, Nat."
"Hey, Marcus," she replied. There was a lot of
background noise as if she were in a coffee shop. Still,
her voice cut through the din like a ray of sun through a
sheet of dark clouds, and despite my sullen mood, I
couldn't help smiling.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"I'm at the airport about to get on a plane."
"Oh right. The wedding."
"That's right, but I wanted to talk to you one more time
before I left."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she said. "I feel a little weird leaving things the
way we have and liust wanted to check and see if you
were okay hecALUSE 27-07-25 (17:19)
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