Gigalo, First Taste

It's not that I was broke as fuck... who am I kidding, I was broke as fuck.

Believe it or not these were my thoughts as I thrust in and out of Ms. Castillo by her pool. She was an older woman, mid 40s, (I never asked for a specific age unless it was part of a role play). Anyway, she's actually very good looking, Spanish skin, dark eyes and hair and an accent that legitimately driving me into animal lust as I worked her over. (By that point I was used to faking carnal desires.) Her naked breasts rocked back and forth on her body, and she was holding onto the side of the lounge chair we were fucking on. Jesus, she was wet, and at one point she pushed me away so she could come without me inside.

I went to bite her nipple, and I couldn't help but notice my lack of complete enthusiasm for the scenario. When I was eighteen, shit when I was twenty-one, this would've been my dream come true, having sex with a milf by her pool. But I guess I'd been in the business too long. I'd seen more pussy than I could remember, and hers was just another one.

By the way, I should probably explain something at this point. My name's JD, and I was a gigalo. And in the middle of my existential thought process, in the middle of fucking Ms. Castillo by the pool... her husband came home.