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The Dream Jar

By: toomuchinmyhead



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is written as a counterpoint to "The Nightmare Jar", submitted simultaneously. The story contains scenes of extramarital and unprotected sex. If that is not your thing, please feel free to move on. Civil comments welcome. 

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When he heard the key turning the lock in the front door he reached for the remote and switched off the television. He turned on the couch to look over the back, towards the hallway. She was already inside, and reaching for the ceramic jar on the hallway bookshelf. He watched her lift it down, placing the garishly decorated piece on the hostess table and remove the lid.

It was an ugly jar, gaudily crafted with a waterfront beach scene, in garish blues and yellows, and it clashed with the sensible decor in the rest of the room. They had found it at a garage sale and had both hated it on site, joking and laughing at how ugly it was at first, until he had mentioned that the scene depicted on it looked liked the their beachfront dream home setting, the place they imagined they might someday be able to afford. On a lark they purchased it, after haggling the price from five down to three dollars. When they got it home Laurie had cleaned it and placed up on the high shelf of the bookcase, announcing it was their 'dream jar', and that all extra cash would be put inside. 

That had been five years ago, almost six, when they had been married only two years. For the first two months they joked about the loose change and single bills going into the jar, until the joke lost its humor, and the jar lay idle for almost three years. He remembered those times with wistful melancholy as he watched her pull an unruly wad of cash from her purse, humming merrily to herself, and flip through it with practiced fingers, flipping bills face up as she ordered, and counted, and then recounted it before stuffing it into the overfull jar. He watched in silence as she extracted the tally sheet, knowing she was adding tonight's earnings and totaling. She smiled, and he watched her work the lid back on, and replace the Dream Jar back up in the bookcase. Then she looked his way, to see him observing her actions.

"A good night," she said, dropping her purse on the small table and making her way to him. "I didn't think you'd still be awake; I'm a little later than usual."

"Almost two hours," he agreed. She came to the back of the crouch and leaned down to kiss him. She pecked him on the lips, but he took her hand and held her stooped down, and gave her a proper welcome home kiss, his tongue dancing lightly into her mouth, their lips caressing each other with the practiced familiarity of lovers.

"M-mm," she hummed as she broke the kiss. She pecked him one last time before standing. She smiled, her hand still in his as he hung it over the back of the couch. "That never gets old," she smiled. "It still amazes me that you want to kiss me when I get home."

"It's the least I can do, considering how hard you're working."

"You're cute," she smirked. "Believe me, it's not all hard work!" She pecked hi on the lips again and stood up straight.

"You had a good night?"

"A very good night," she answered, stripping off her blazer and stepping around the couch. "Had two specials, that's why I'm so late." She draped the jacket on the arm of the adjacent easy chair and stood in front of him, unbuttoning her blouse. 

"Two?" he asked. "Wow, excellent. "

"Yep, sixteen fifty tonight, baby. One of the specials was a big tipper." She removed her blouse, exposing her bare breasts. She never wore a bra on work nights. "Almost ready for another account." They already had several savings accounts in different banks, keeping the cash deposits under ten thousand. She tossed the blouse on the chair with the jacket, and he saw the trails evident on her chest. As much as he was conflicted about how she earned the money, the sight enticed him, more so because he knew she enjoyed showing him the effects of her efforts.

She undid the zipper of her skirt, reaching behind her back; the action thrusting her breasts forward at him. Her nipples were dark and swollen. "I had about eight regulars," she related, and his cock twitched in his pants as the words conveyed images in his head. "But I only swallowed half of them," she continued, wriggling her hips slightly to push the tight skirt off her hips. There were no panties, although she had worn a pair when she went out. Her shaved sex glistened with more than her own wetness. "The rest wanted it on my face and tits," she told him unnecessarily, the evidence quite obvious. 

She lifted a leg with her skirt, stooping slightly to take it off her ankle, and tossed it carelessly behind her, missing the chair, her eyes not straying from his now. "Still," she related, "I swallowed enough to feel it sloshing around in my belly." She smirked a little, watching his reaction as he squirmed to ease the tension growing in his pants. "Two others fucked me after I sucked them," she told him, standing with her legs slightly apart, and his eyes followed her fingers between her legs as she delicately spread her folds, allowing the remaining results of her activities to drip down the inside of her strong, muscled thigh. "One was ordinary, but the other; holy shit he was good. Fucking huge, he was, and thick. He really gave as good as he got."

She stepped closer to him, stopping just out of arms length, and he watched her fingers delve inside her, emerging wet and sticky. "But the specials, they were the high point. Ordinarily, a really fat cock would be the high point of the night, you know?" she asked, and he nodded unconsciously, watching her fingers slip inside her swollen, sticky lips. "But not tonight. My first special was early in the evening. Two guys at the same time."

"Spit roast?"

"At first, but then I inspired them to go for the DP package, and they were not disappointed." She turned around and bent over, spreading her cheeks. He saw her back door, red and swollen and wet. "I didn't clean out, so you could see for yourself," she told him, looking back at him over her shoulder and smiling. 

"You are a nasty whore," he told her, grinning, his cock bulging in his pants. As she turned to face him again, he unzipped and pulled his cock out, and stroked it diligently, but not too fast; just enough to ease the urge. 

"You know it," she replied. "After that was a few more blowjobs. Then the last one was the other special. He brought his wife. A special treat, for her, he said," she related as she lifted a foot to the couch, exposing her wet, sloppy cunt just a foot from his face. She slipped two fingers inside as she spoke. "But it was a treat for me, too," she added. "There's not so much cum in my pussy as usual, so you'll have to get it from my ass," she told him, her fingers digging inside herself. "there's a little, but he made her lick my used cunt while he fucked her. It really got them off when I told her to save some for you!" she hissed a deep breath in through her teeth as she began rubbing her clit, urging her orgasm. "I came three times while she licked my pussy, baby, she was sucking the cum out of me like a dirty slut while he fucked her." 

"Get down on your knees, you dirty whore," he told her, and she did, dropping her face to a level with his cock as he increased his stroking, rubbing his pre-cum on his shaft. He felt his climax approaching. He watched her arms tense, rubbing herself harder as she continued. 

"But that's not all, baby," she cooed, "he came inside her and made me do the same to her!" 

"Made you, you slut?" he was stroking harder now, his explosion imminent, ready to meet hers.

"Fuck, no, he couldn't have stopped me, I wanted to suck her cunt so bad, sucking his cum out, and tasting her cream, she was so messy and wet and nasty!" He grunted then, and scooted his hips forward and she leaned her face down, poised in front of him. "Yeah, give it to me, baby, give your whore what she needs!"

He groaned loudly, and his first blast launched from the head of his cock to splash her in the eye, gluing it shut, and her arm worked frantically as her bellows matched his own, achieving her own orgasm as his second and third blasts coated her nose, her lips, and then he shoved the head inside her mouth for her to suck the rest of his load from his cock, grunting as her mouth drew out his cream, moaning on his shaft.

She withdrew with a wet pop, licking the cum that had coated her lips, and visibly swallowing his thick load, staring at him with her one open eye glassy and wide with passion. She brought her hands to his face, and slipped her fingers into his mouth. As he sucked, she pushed him back on the couch until he was prone, facing up, then she removed her fingers and stood, lifting a leg over his head and straddling him, facing his feet. She reached behind herself and spread her cheeks wide. 

"Get that tongue busy, baby," she advised, "your whore has a nice load of cum up her ass."

As he eagerly licked her dirty hole clean, she whispered, "I have a gang-bang scheduled for tomorrow. Don't eat dinner, I want you nice and hungry when I get home." He burrowed his tongue up into her tight hole, tasting the thick, bitter cream of her customers, and imagined them, together, happy and contented in their beach house.

The Dream Job



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...those damned Yankees! Couldn't seem to live up to their reputation the one year I choose to bet on them! He figured they were a safe bet, literally, but no, oh no, no, no, no—

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes, oooooooohhhh yes! YES!!!

George snapped back to the task at hand, taking a moment to orient himself. It's a trick of the trade he learned long ago, mentally distancing oneself from the physical situation. This way he was able to satisfy every customer he dealt with, for customer service was the key point of the job.

Well, George thought ruefully, the key point of the job is how long and how well I can stuff these rich twats with the point of my cock!

"Oh fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" she groaned out in a ragged voice (I had literally fucked her hoarse). "Fuck my tight little pussy, oh baby, your fat cock is tearing me up, oh GOD YES!!"

They were on the big black leather couch in the living-room: the distinguished wife of an even-more distinguished senior law partner (39-years old and looking ten years younger with a bombshell body measuring 40-26-40, a black micro-skirt bunched up at the slim waist and a black thong hanging off one slender ankle) on her knees leaning forward against the couch back, and George, her $400/hour male escort, standing just behind her, hands planted firmly on her gyrating ass, pumping ten of his 13 inches into her furnace of a backdoor. He knew this would be part of the night when the order came in and, no matter that he was no fan of anal, for this kind of money he didn't really mind. And besides, this lady really was something and her ass felt almost as good as her pussy.

Nor did he mind the change of scenery; they had come back from the restaurant a little past 11 and had wasted no time getting down to business. Within ten minutes she had been choking down more cock than she ever had before and still had enough room on the shaft for both hands. They had then lay down and he proceeded to pretty much fuck her with his mouth as she lay quivering on top of him, his tongue and fingers seeming to be everywhere, her head bobbing weakly on the top third of his thick tool. After cumming in his mouth harder than she has ever done before, Jessica crawled her way down the length of his body, her dripping pussy leaving a trail down his chest; without saying a word, she had lifted herself up and dropped down with a high-pitched moan. Five minutes later she was pistoning up and down the slick shaft like her life depended on it, and came again.

All that was over four hours ago, and his dick was getting pretty sore. Besides, he hadn't cum once yet, another valuable self-control skill he possessed. He had already fucked her to half a dozen orgasms in twice as many positions, and this was the final act. He could tell this was probably going to be her biggest, and last, orgasm of the night. Only fitting, he thought, since I'm going to be dropping a bucket-load on her.

He decided to wrap things up and, without slowing down the hammering of his cock, climbed onto the couch, his legs to either side of her. He leaned forward, grabbing the couch back; this gave him good leverage to swing into her and changed the angle as well. He knew this was a tighter entry (what was confirmed after the first thrust by a surprised higher-pitched moan) and it allowed him to pound downward into her, with quite a bit more force. This was pretty much a finishing move that he usually reserved to the end.

"Oh my GAAAWD, George! Oh fuck, that's so fucking good, ohhhh that hurts but it feels so good!"

She reached back with one hand and draped her arm over his thigh, digging her sharp red fingernails into his skin. In return George reached out and grabbed one of her swaying tits, pinching the diamond-hard nipple and pulling her closer to him. This turned the angle of entry even more, her squeezing ass putting a real strain on his thick shaft.

"Oh my fucking Lord," she moaned breathlessly, her breast slick in his big hands, her nipple poking into his palm. With a final squeeze he let go and transferred both his hands to her shoulders, giving him complete control over her petite body, and began pounding her ass in earnest.

"Oh god, ooooh George, you're going to make cum so hard, oh gaaaaaawd!" Dripping sweat onto her back, he quickened the pace, and moments later he felt her seize up in that certain way, and then she was screaming her orgasm for the whole world to hear. He was pretty sure she didn't stop to take a breath the entire time she was cumming, until she finally collapsed beneath him, her ass still in the air only due to still being skewered on his huge cock. He gently pulled it out and her juicy ass fell over to the side with a soft bump.

"Oh man, that was something else..." he said breathlessly, at which she half-moaned, half-laughed. "tell me about it..." she whispered.

"I'll tell you about something, alright," George said, getting off the couch and slipping off the condom off of his raw-red dick. "I've still got a whole big load with your name on it, so where do you want me to dump it?" He smiled lasciviously, knowing pretty well what she'd say.

"Well, mister," she said coyly as she straightened up and slid down in front of the couch, leaning back on it with her amazing tits on display. "We've got lots of room right here on my big tits..." at this cupped her tits and squeezed them invitingly, showing a line of cleavage almost a foot long. "Also, here on my face... yeah baby, I want you to unload all over my face..." she stuck two long slim fingers into her mouth and her lips closed around them, sucking hungrily. "...and in my mouth... I want to feel your cum everywhere, baby, I want to feel it sliding down my throat, yeah... I want it... I want it so bad..."

It was time. He felt it deep inside, felt it as he went past the point of no return, and unleashed suddenly and with no warning. Jessica was in the process of saying how badly she wanted his cum when she got it point-blank, an inch under her left eye. The cum-ball exploded on her small, pixie-like face, spreading in all directions. As it began dripping down her cheek, the early-cummer shot was overshadowed by the true start of the line-up, a thick rope of cum splattering her from hairline, down the nose, coating the mouth and off her chin, followed by four more such shots; three of them stretching over her right eye and covering it completely, and the fourth landed almost entirely on her upper lip, cascading over and into her waiting mouth. Each landed with the same splashing sound followed immediately by a small gasp; she stopped gasping by that point, though, on account of her mouth and nose being completely coated with his man-cream. He could see that she was actually barely able to breath, creating cum-bubbles and further spreading the mess on her face (not that the jizz on her mouth had anything to do with the curved lines of cum stippling her forehead and eyes).

After the six shot went pretty much sliding across her cum-glazed face and slid just under an ear into her hair, he changed course and set her nipples as targets. Knowing his own capacity, George knew he was barely half done his load at that moment, so he pointed his cockhead down and drew a white line from her right collarbone to the top of her left tit. He saw that his work on her face had left her chest dotted like a minefield, her left tit already spattered to the nipple. George was happy to add to the landscape and blasted her right breast with an admittedly weaker shot, a glistening arch of cum on her soft, tanned flesh. Then his body bucked as the last strong convulsion went through him and out his cockhead in a cannon blast, splashing her right in the middle of her chest, starting a river of cum between her juicy mounds. Jessica squeezed her tits to add to the effect, and he unloaded what felt like a half dozen more shots, stripping and zigzagging her fantastic chest; both tits were mostly whitewashed and the nipples were actually dripping cum onto her stomach and thighs.

As he neared the end of undoubtedly one of his longest and best orgasms, George felt her hand grab his still-hard cock and her lips wrapping around the cockhead. She waited until he added to the cum already in her mouth with one more shot, then dove down the shaft, cum gushing out past her lips as she did so and trailing down his balls, her hand squeezing and massaging his throbbing package. She didn't stop until her lips were pressed firmly to the base of his fat tool (granted, it had softened by now; she couldn't take more than three-quarters when he was fully hard), cum squelching past her stained and strained lips as she bobbed her head over the bottom inch, her throat working and swallowing as his still-considerably long cock finished cumming inside her, halfway down to her stomach.

As the electricity coursing through his body faded, George drew in a ragged breath and looked down at the fantastically-hot and very rich older woman as she kneeled in front of him; the remnants of her expensive outfit stained with sweat and cum (both his and hers); her hair completely disheveled and her makeup smeared almost entirely away by a thick mask of cum that was slowly dripping down to join the growing trickle between her spattered tits and down her fit stomach (the faint line of her abs acting as a natural channel); she kneeled there with his softening cock still plugging her mouth, and he was getting paid ridiculous money to be here. To have his cock deep-throated and his cum guzzled by this amazingly hot cum-slut who felt neglected by her husband; if this wasn't the dream job, he didn't know what was.

Jessica broke his reverie by pulling her head back and withdrawing him from her mouth, encased in a coating of cum and spit, most of which immediately began dripping on her chin and chest. She took a deep, shaky, breath and, smacking her lips satisfyingly, said "thank you, you've been great as usual. Better, even! Nobody makes me cum like you do, not even my girlfriends." Her tongue did a wonderful job of wiping the remainder of her cum-dinner off his cock, which surprisingly went a good way towards getting him excited again, even so soon after the his biggest load in ages. She then smiled more broadly, stretching lines of cum between her lips, and wiped another large drop from her right eyelid. "Speaking of which, I've been telling them about you, and they'd like to meet you." She got up slowly, walked over to where her expensive top lay beside the couch and began wiping her face and hands on it.

He smiled nonchalantly and said "you've got my number. Give me a call whenever you girls want to go out for a drink or three. Are you done with that shirt?"

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