“Fifty. My husband paid as much as a hundred a night for his call girls. I told the guy he had better be good for that price and he gave me another of his weak, annoyed smiles. Gregory was a beauty physically but he was really nothing inside. The bastard had probably been spoiled so much by women all his life that he took the female sex for granted.
“I took off my clothes and the son-of-a-bitch didn't even look at me when I was naked. This galled me no end. The least he could've done was flash me a leer. Of course I knew that I wasn't exactly the type to turn men on. I hadn't been attractive as a girl and age hadn't improved my looks.
“When I slipped next to the nude young man on top of the bed he took his prick in his hand and started to pull on it. My annoyance grew. I wasn't going to give him fifty bucks for jerking off!
“'I… I've had other commitments,' Gregory explained nervously. Commitments, that was a polite way of saying cunts.
“'Let me pull on that thing,' I said and grabbed his meat.
“Gregory lay back on the bed like a woman and allowed me to jerk his cock into hardness. As it started to swell he spread his legs wide, showing off. 'Why not take it in your mouth?' he asked. 'You can get it harder that way.'
“I was about to lean over to such when something stopped me. I then thought of Tony, that stud from the factory. He had made the same demand. 'I suppose you want to come in my mouth,' I said.
“'If that's what you want,' he answered coyly.
“The bastard! Like Tony he had an aversion to my body and wanted a French job to complete the sex act. Things hadn't changed much. Boys still avoided loving me. Well, there was one thing that did change and that was the fact that now I could call the sexual shots. I let go of the stud's prick and rolled over on my back. 'How about you going down on me instead?' I asked, glaring into his cold eyes.
“Gregory jumped slightly. I suppose he wasn't used to having his clients make such demands. He didn't seem to care much for my offer and I watched his prick soften once more after all the hard work we had put in to make it stiff.
“This time I was the one to spread my legs and grin. Gregory lay on his side and placed a hand on one of my breasts. He started licking the nipple. If he had an idea that this was going to be the Frenching I had bought he was sadly mistaken. The bastard was going to put those rosy lips of his against my pussy and lap inside me with his tongue if he expected to leave the room fifty bucks richer.
“I liked the way he sucked on my nipple, though. As he mouthed me he reached down to my slit and stuck a finger inside. He found my clit and excitement began to well up in me.
“I slipped my hands over his tanned and muscular back. He was really very beautiful. But, compared to my husband, anyone would be beautiful. The more I saw of the stud the more I understood Arnold. After sleeping with me for so many years he just had to get him some pretty meat.
“Gregory licked my breasts and sucked each nipple until they were sticking up like a couple of baby cocks. To my disappointment his own cock lay limp. Although he was exciting me I wasn't doing a thing to him. Well, I was sure that my husband hardly turned on those little whores of his, either.
“The stud reached my thighs with his mouth. He ran his tongue all over them as if building up courage to press his mouth against my half-century old vagina. Finally he licked my bush and then pressed his lips against my opening. 'Lick all the way in, doll,' I all but ordered. 'I want a complete job.'
“The nude man sighed and spread the lips of my sexual cleft apart. He was no novice at going down on women and knew just how to use his tongue. He whipped it across my clitoris and triggered spasms of passions inside my body. I massaged his bobbing head with my fingertips and moaned aloud. 'More… more,' I urged.
“Gregory seemed pleased by my reaction and his dick began to swell with pride as he shoved his face in between my legs. I pressed my inner thighs against his smooth cheeks as he gave me the best French job I had ever enjoyed.
“'Are there any other boys like you around here?' I asked after he was finished.
“'Yes, but I can take care of you,' he told me.
“Now that he could see that I was good for a fifty he wanted to be my exclusive serviceman. I couldn't see the point in that. My husband didn't restrict himself to just one girl so why should I have only one stud?
“The gigolo-beach boys had their own grapevine and I was soon pegged as a bit of a nut because I never wanted a straight fuck. Well, that isn't exactly right; I did want to be laid in the normal way but I also wanted to make it harder for these boys. If they didn't like the idea of throwing their meat into me I could just imagine how they felt about mouthing my pussy.
“At fifty bucks a shot my money didn't last long at the resort but it was still the best vacation I ever had. During my stay I had seven different studs French me and I was certain that my husband couldn't say as much about the girls he messed with.
“I wanted to brag about my adventures when I got home but I wanted to make my husband feel guilty about being caught with a girl. If I told him about Gregory and the others he would stop feeling guilty and he would be off the hook. As it was he always tried to make up to me by not complaining about the amounts of cash I drew from our joint account and of the trips I kept going on.
“Through my call boys I learned of other places where women could enjoy stud service. The next place I went to was less than eighty miles away from my front door. It was supposed to be a 'health farm' where women went to lose weight. Instead of beach boys the place had masseurs who doubled as whores. On my first night there I asked one of these masseurs to come to my room to do his duty. In came this big, hairy guy wearing tight pants and a tee shirt. He was in his late twenties which meant he could be my son. Frank rubbed my naked body with his strong hands. He really did know how to give massages. Frank spread my buttocks apart and spent a lot of time rubbing my ass. Then he slapped my can and told me to roll over. When I did I could see that his prick had grown stiff and it bulged his crotch. I placed a foot against it. 'I see you like your work,' I told him.
“This was all he needed to go into his pitch. 'I do more than massage,' he said and opened his fly.
“His dick was big and healthy. I flicked my foot against it and the man got ready to mount me as if I had already asked for a screw. He was a handsome stud but I didn't like the way he took me for granted. Just as he was about to push his dick into me I said, 'French me.'
“He stopped as if struck by a bullet. 'You don't want it straight?' he asked in a surprised tone.
“'Not today,' I told him. “Frank seemed unhappy about not going through with the screwing and he turned his face towards my hairy patch. Down went his mouth and, like Gregory, he knew how to make oral love. “I kept on having young men mouth me and I always got a kick out of the way they reacted to my demands. I was the first woman who ever wanted French jobs and nothing else. Every other broad was only too happy to have a guy ram his meat in between their legs. I was just as sex-hungry but I had different needs. There was something about having a handsome guy go down on me that thrilled my entire being.
“My husband went on staying out late and he always pretended that he was working even though I knew he was plowing into some new cutie. I was dying to tell him about my loves. I wanted to show him that two could play the same game. But, like all men, he thought that prostitute-chasing was strictly a male occupation. The only men who thought otherwise were the studs who sold their bodies to females.
“After a while I got careless and made the mistake of bringing studs home. My husband caught me with a cute lad of twenty and blew his stack. It was a repeat of that scene we had together in the bedroom except our roles were now reversed; I was the one with the whore.
“Arnold wanted to beat the guy up but I managed to put and end of that. My husband was no match for this boy and he would've had his head handed to him. Arnold thought I was crazy and that's why I'm here. After listening to my story you must know I'm not nuts. I'm just an old bag who likes young guys to French her. If that's insanity then at least half the women in the world must be mad.” DIAGNOSIS:
Dorothy is one of the most stable oral adulteresses I've ever met because she is not guilty about her affairs and knows why she wants men to perform cunnilingus upon instead of fornication. When Tony, the boy she met at the factory when she was a girl, had her fellate him she realized that it was because he had not found her attractive enough to have genital-to-genital intercourse with. Tony compounded this insult by telling morons at work about her and she had to bear their clumsy overtures. Dorothy never forgot this and found sweet revenge in making young men perform oral acts upon her in later life.
The woman was not satisfied having these men without her husband knowing about it. She did not like the idea that her husband could go through life enjoying girls and thinking that she was ready for the sexual scrap heap.
