Thoughts in the morning light

Brenda woke slowly out of a pleasant but confusing sexual dream to find her hand between her legs and her fingers languidly stroking herself. She gave a little shudder of sleepy surprise, then relaxed as she let her arousal take control, her fingers teasing her wet folds as she remembered the past evening.

She had loved it, loved fucking Mr. Fraser, loved his cock inside her, filling her, throbbing and spurting and filling her greedy teen pussy. And then he paid her. Two hundred dollars for letting him fuck her. Two hundred dollars for something she had been prepared to do just because she wanted to.

He had seemed so guilty after they were done, she remembered, her fingers still pleasuring herself. He must have been thinking of his marriage and his snarky wife. But he had obviously loved fucking her, and she bet he hadn't been fucked by his wife like that in years, if ever.

He said they couldn't do it again, but she had seen the way he looked at her, and the glances he kept giving her as he drove her home in silence. And she clearly remembered the needy look on his face when she told him that she'd like to fuck him again. She plunged her fingers deeper into herself, rubbing her clit with her thumb as she remembered, knowing that if she wanted to, she could fuck him again. Yes, she could she thought as she moaned and arched her back as she neared orgasm. He would fuck her again. He would fuck her again.

And he would pay her again, she thought as she gasped and shuddered, letting her spasms ripple through her taut body.

Yes. He would certainly pay her again.

And he probably had friends.

Friends just like him.