I Love A Little Mutually Beneficial Human Atm Arrangement!

A loyal human atm is better than chocolate.

When I was a freshman, I had a human atm. He showered me with so much and paid all of my bills; it was marvelous. He even bought me a condo since he didn’t want me to suffer through having to live in a dorm room. I met him shortly after I began school. He was a recently divorced colleague of my father’s. I had known him casually for many years and always liked him, but things changed after his divorce. I had just started college, was living in a dorm room, and went home for the weekend to find him there for dinner.

After my parents retired for the evening and I was walking him out, he asked me if I might consider a little arrangement with him. He said he’d always found me attractive, and he made a lot more money than my father did. He said he went to the town my college was in a few times a week on business. Then, he said he could set me up in a little condo, pay my bills and buy me things if we could be intimate on his visits. The dorm was noisy; I was hurting for money and wanting new and better things. It was an easy deal to reach.

I lied to my parents that a friend had invited me to be her roommate.

It was a perfect arrangement. My dad’s colleague was to become my human atm. He was a nice-looking older man, slightly older even than my father. The condo he got me was nice, clean, in a quiet area of town, and he came by a few times a week. The first time he came by, I’d made us lunch, and he’d sent me some new lingerie he asked me to wear. He escorted me to the bedroom, and he peeled off my dress to see that I wore the gifted lingerie underneath it. He loved it. Plus, he was a sensual and considerate lover, loving to lavish me with plenty of attention. Plus, he certainly had no difficulty making me cum.

He said going down on a woman was his favorite thing in the world, and he was good at it. He loved nothing more than to lay his head between my thighs and work his skillful tongue over my clit. I loved to cum with his mouth on me, and he’d give me multiple orgasms. He had a bit smaller cock than average. I wondered if that’s maybe why his marriage had broken up, but for our arrangement, it really didn’t matter. He was great with his cunnilingus skills and was very generous. He kept his own key, and I was surprised by his arrival a few times when he popped by unannounced.

I would be awakened by human atm kisses all over my body.

He’d say he’d been hard the entire drive over to meet me. Some of my friends at school joked I must have a human atm since they knew I didn’t have a part-time job, and I dressed so well. I was given my own credit card and told to buy whatever I wanted with it in regards to a wardrobe. He also loved me to always have my nails and toes done, so I went to spas regularly. I felt very well taken care of by him. When I got a job, it broke my heart to have to part with being taken care of by him. We saw each other a few times after, but it wasn’t the same.

Those magical years where he was my human atm were incredible for us both. He loved how he could pop over and make love to me any time he wanted to, and I’d never decline him. Wives decline husbands a lot, if not most of the time. I never once denied him. I would suck his cock or let him fuck me and let him eat me any time he wanted. If a gal can be so lucky, I highly recommend such an arrangement. Not all men have the funds to do this, of course. Many more likely would if they did. I think back on those years fondly to this day.

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