Just another day in the life of John...

You drove into your driveway of your apartment block. For a second, reminiscing about the old driveway you used to have in the house you and your wife shared. You snapped out of it as you looked forward to meeting some friends for dinner tonight.

It had been months since you lost Samantha. You tried calling the number back, getting in contact with the authorities, with other students, with the principal. All to no avail. Nate or whoever it was who seemingly owned her now clearly had friends everywhere.

Still you tried moving on. You sold the house after you got the divorce papers almost straight away. Samantha didn't want anything from you though so it made it easier to buy a nice smaller apartment to live in. Despite feeling like she betrayed you fully, at least she gave you that much.

It had been a while since you also started missing the sexual aspect of your relationship too. Being able to turn around anytime in the house to squeeze that perfect juicy ass and those plump perky tits. Not to mention, sex with her was something else too. You definitely took it for granted.

A perverted part of you also wanted to see more of Samantha, your once innocent perfect wife, in a position where she was ravaged and violated by another man, her student. A part of you hoped you'd get some videos or photos of her in that position, or perhaps a full invitation to watch or join in on the fun in person. You'd always push those desires down though, knowing how wrong it was. You had to move on with your life. Maybe find someone new to love eventually. Although, it would be hard to move past this.

Eventually, your sexual desires became too much to ignore, and jerking off to old memories and material of Samantha wasn't fulfilling enough. You decided to look up some escorts online, seeing if someone could help you with a sexual quick fix in return for a bit of cash.

Hiring an escort wasn't something you had done before, and frankly, spending hundreds if not thousands on a high class escort wouldn't be fulfilling right now. Eventually, you landed on CraigsList, scrolling mindlessly across the numerous ads posted by men in the "w4m" section that should've been exclusively for women advertising for men of course. Amidst your frustration, you come across a curious ad.

STEP RIGHT UP IF YOU MAN ENOUGH TO TRY THE PUSSY THROAT

Pussy throat? You thought to yourself for a sec and about how good some of those deepthroat blowjobs look in porn videos. And here was an ad claiming to be the best version of that. A throat that feels like a pussy! You click on the ad quickly to read the rest.

Ever thought about a hot slut swallowing your cock whole, her throat massaging your cock while you shoot wad after wad of hot sticky cum straight into her stomach? Come try it out. Money back guarantee if not satisfied.

Money back? That was unheard of even by your estimate. As you continue to read, it mentions a $100 dollar "admission fee for her throat" which, if the claims are correct, is completely worth it. At least, it is if the ad is legit and the throat indeed belongs to a woman, and preferably an attractive one at that.

As you were about to text the number on the screen, you realised the profile had another ad, this time for access to a "pussy and ass buffet" as it said. $200 was the price of admission. Cheap by anyone's standards. Maybe it was the same girl? Who could say, but you wanted to find out.

You began typing the message, albeit cringing a little when using the same words as the ad:

Hey there. I want to come try the pussy throat. When is it available?

You sent the message, specifically typing out "it" instead of referring to the woman who the throat belonged to. You were curious and wanted to play along.

In return you got an address and a message:

Come in 30 mins if you're man enough to try. ;)

Entering the address into maps and, it was only 15 minutes away! You quickly threw on some shorts, excited and a little nervous. It had been a while since you had gotten a blowjob, and you don't remember ever getting a deepthroat one. Samantha didn't readily give blowjobs and certainly didn't deepthroat you. You had asked once, but then dropped it after hearing a resounding "that's never gonna happen babe". Still, you reminisced of the good old days. Samantha didn't deepthroat, but you missed those pretty eyes looking at you while your cock was in her mouth.

Remembering her just fueled your anticipation of what was to come. No matter how much you tried to temper your expectations, you were excited and horny. Thinking about giving this girl a "throatpie" as you had seen in the videos online. It didn't matter how she looked, as long as she had an endless throat and mouth. At least, that was what you told yourself...