Purchasing My Hairy Pussy: Wrong Place, Right Time

My Hairy Pussy wasn’t for sale until he wanted to buy it!

 

My friends and I went to Vegas and rented a large suite, complete with a large hot tub.  We went through a few bottles of champagne and were all quite drunk.  Although the hot tub was roomy enough, there were six of us so it soon got a bit too crowded.  I decided I needed some fresh air.  I was only wearing my tiny red bikini which just barely covered my hairy pussy.  In addition, I hadn’t shaved in a little while, so my pubic hair was poking out of the top of my bikini bottom.

I stepped out of the hot tub, grabbed my cover-up, and put it on.  “I’m going to get some air!” I announced.  I could have stepped out to the balcony, but I really needed a break from my friends, who were being loud and obnoxious.

So I took the elevator up the rooftop and decided I’d get some fresh air.  An older couple stepped into the elevator and their eyes widened as they caught sight of the top of my hairy pussy.  My cover-up wasn’t doing a good job of hiding my luscious body.

“Going up?” I asked and then giggled.  HE sure was, I thought.  We rode together in silence for a minute.  I pushed the button for the next floor, stepped out, and then took the next elevator down.  Before I get in trouble for indecent exposure, I’d better head back to my room.

I could have sworn we were on the ninth floor!

Wast it room 915? Yeah, that sounded right.  I knocked on the door since I didn’t bring my room key.  An older man answered the door and his eyes traveled up and down my body and rested at my crotch.  He noticed it was one tiny bikini bottom.  He surely noticed my hairy pussy.

“Perfect!” he said.  “Are you new with the agency?” I stared for a minute and even though I was drunk, I wasn’t so drunk that I didn’t understand immediately what was going on.  He opened the door and stepped aside.  I stepped inside and looked around the room.

“I’m new with the agency,” I said, dropping my cover-up on the floor.  I quickly removed my bikini top and tossed it aside.

“The bottoms – take them off,” he said, a little breathlessly.  “I want to see that hairy pussy.”  I did as he asked.  Then, he walked over to me but I put my hand up.

“I only accept cash.”  I said firmly.  He pointed to the nightstand.

“It’s all there,” he said.  “Five hundred dollars.”

I shook my head no.   “That’s the rate for the other escorts,” I explained.  “There is a surcharge for my hairy pussy.  One thousand. For one hour.” I threw that last bit in, hoping I could get away with it.

My hairy pussy has been sold

To my surprise, he ran over to the drawer, took some more bills out of his wallet, and handed me one thousand dollars in cash.  I laughed, delighted at this lucky mistake.

“May I eat your hairy pussy now, please?” he asked.  I nodded, “You have exactly one hour.”

I sat on the edge of his bed as he knelt before me, sipping, slurping, and devouring my hairy pussy for the next hour.  He absolutely worshipped it.  He fingered it, flicked his tongue on it, sucked on my clit, while moaning with pleasure the whole time.  In short, he was rather good.  Meanwhile, he made me cum a few times.

When the hour was over, he looked especially exhausted.  “Did you enjoy my hairy pussy?” I asked as I dressed in my bikini again.

He said it was the best pussy he’d ever tasted and offered to double the fee if I were to return again tomorrow.  I told him I’d think about it.  Who would have guessed what a goldmine I have between my legs?

Would you bury your face into my hairy pussy for an hour? Call me soon!

 

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