The wrong client?

Since my first visit, Kimberly has been one of my most frequent regular clients. I think she’s developing feelings for me—and trying very hard to slow herself down; but all the same, she has me over to eat her pussy (and, usually, fuck her in two or three different positions) as often as she can.

I’m not sure if that makes this latest summons stranger or less strange. It’s not the fact that she texted me that’s out of the ordinary, but it’s not from her usual number, and it’s not at any of our usual times (though it is during the school day). Plus, the text is a little cryptic. Still, I was summoned, and I was available, so I’m here.

I walk up to the door to find a note telling me to come on in; I don’t recognize the handwriting. I don’t see Kimberly anywhere when I enter the duplex, so I call her name. “Come here,” calls a voice—a voice which sounds very odd. I turn into the hallway, but Kimberly’s door is closed, and there’s no light under it. Another door stands open, spilling light into the hall, so I go through it.

It’s a bedroom. On the wall above the bed is a big hand-made card reading, “Happy 18th Birthday Tiffini!” On the bed, presumably, is Tiffini herself—naked, legs spread, hand furiously (and inexpertly) frigging her clit. When she sees me, her hand stops moving and she says, “I want you to eat my pussy! I can pay you—my birthday money is there on my dresser. I promise, I’m really 18 now, and I’m completely clean.” In a smaller voice, she adds, “I’m still a virgin.”

“Why are you here?” is the first thing to make it from my flustered brain to my mouth. “How do you know about me?”

“I’m Kimberly’s half-sister,” Tiffini says, her voice growing breathy as she starts slowly stroking her button. “She’s been mooning about you ever since she met you. It wasn’t hard to find out everything I wanted to know. I want to lose my virginity to someone worth it—all the boys in my school are stupid. I’ve heard my sister talking about how good your tongue is, and how big your cock is, and I want my turn. I want you to eat my pussy, and then I want you to fuck me senseless.”

“Shouldn’t you be at school?” I ask.

“I ditched,” she says calmly. “My grades are good, skipping a day won’t do anything I can’t fix. I need this! I’m 18 now, and I have the right, and I need this.”

Well, if she’s already skipped school . . . I think. There’s nothing I can do to change that. Might as well . . . I take a good look at Tiffini, who doesn’t look a lot like her sister. She has a cute round face and long black hair; she’s short with big tits and wide hips that give the promise of a full, heart-shaped ass. Her tits are crowned with delicate purplish-brown nipples and small areolae, and her curly black pussy fur has been unevenly trimmed.

When I look back at Tiffini’s face, I realize that her eyes are locked on my cock, which has been swelling as I’ve been checking her out. She licks her lips, mesmerized. “Want to see it?” I ask in a low voice. She turns nine shades of red and nods, suddenly timid. I quickly strip down to my boxers and walk over to her. “Take it out, then,” I command her.

Tiffini pulls the front of my boxers down until my little purple helmet emerges, then stares at it like a mouse at a snake. I hook my thumbs in my waistband and send my boxers to the floor with a sharp motion. She gasps and licks her lips, then looks into my eyes. “Please eat my pussy,” she says in a small voice.