Questions

Tom recovered faster than he remembered in years, but before he went further, he had some questions.

"How did you," he asked, motioning toward his recovering cock.

"Trade secret. Your wife paid for the top of the line package. Literally, in your case," she said with a wink. "Look. The how is less important than the why. Tom gave me this to give to you."

Taking the note she handed him, Tom leaned back and read.

Tom. I arranged for Kandi to take care of you while I'm off relaxing. She's been paid in full out of the vacation fund. Have fun and don't get into too much trouble.
-Love, Sarah

"So, are there any rules? Anything out of bounds?"

Clearly she was ready for this, as she went into a rote recitation without hesitation.

"First rule: Unless it's in my mouth, wear a wrapper. Second rule: I can kiss you wherever I want; you can't kiss my lips unless I initiate. You're providing room and board. Otherwise, your pleasure is my pleasure."

Nervous, he asked, "So, anything?"

She took another drag of the cigarette and nodded.

"Anything legal. No animals, children, or ****, though I'm not opposed to a rough fuck every now and then."

Tom nodded, then had a thought. Was Kandi his wife? Would the coin work on her? He'd have to try that later. for now, he knew what he wanted.

"Alright. Let's do that again, only this time, I want to finish between your tits."

With a laugh, Kandi snuffed out the cigarette into an ashtray Tom didn't remember owning, let alone leaving out for her.

"Sure thing, sugar."

With a deep breath, the whore got to work polishing his knob.

Tom watched her work, noticing her hand slipping under her skirt, clearly enjoying herself. Seeing her lush lips around his rod, he sighed contentedly.

I wish I could kiss those lips, he thought to himself as she expertly kept him at the edge.

With an audible plop, the suction on his cock stopped as Kandi pulled back. Rising up, she pulled his head down by his shirt and gave him the most scorching kiss Tom could remember, all the while expertly manipulating his cock and balls with her hands. He could taste the tobacco and his semen, which just ratcheted up his arousal more. When she pulled back, he was breathless, watching in awe as she moved back down, spitting between her tits for lubrication then squeezing them together around his hardness. After a few minutes of that, Tom came like a freight train, emptying all over her tits, chest, and chin.

Leaning back with a laugh, she looked up at him.

"You know, I know I said no kissing, but that was hot. You're pretty good. Since your wife did pay for the full girlfriend experience, I think I can make an exception for you."

Tom was gobsmacked. From what he knew, hookers never did that. And that's when he realized. The coin was in his hand. His wish had worked. He was going to have to be very careful this week."

"I'm parched after that," she said, lighting up another cigarette. "Why don't you go get us a snack and some drinks while I go get cleaned up and change into something a bit more... comfortable?"