Greetings, pussy pals, it's Charlie O'Neal, your standard bearer for ordinary horndogs. Well, my EFR (earned fuck ratio) is on the rise, thanks, most recently, to the lovely Brook (28, 5'8", 128 pounds). I get the O'Neal-mobile washed every two weeks, and three times in a row, Brook and I were the only ones in the customer lounge. Like me, Brook, a restaurant hostess, knows that late in the afternoon, soccer moms are busy driving their little bastards around, seniors are hitting early bird deals at restaurants and sales reps are actually working.
Our third get-together in the customer lounge was longer than usual as a typical LA power cut stranded our cars in the middle of the washing line. The manager gave us free cokes and donuts to keep us happy, and we settled down to wait it out. We already knew a bit about each other, and this time our talk turned to our jobs. Brook's was easily dismissed. "It's a job and it pays okay, so I'm not bitching," she said. She was intrigued about my two lines of work that enabled me to be out and about in the afternoon. The photographer-side of things peaked her interest, so I went into some detail about my task for NN, only leaving out the fact that I usually expect to end up screwing the babe for the carnal pleasure of you jacking jokers. But Brook pushed for more details, so I told her everything, including the monetary compensation. She squeezed my knee. "I'm in," she said.
At her request, I went to Brook's apartment to shoot her. She told me that she had kicked her roommate out after she caught her fucking Brook's boyfriend in Brook's bed. (Needless to say, the guy was gone from her life, too.) Now, paying the rent by herself was kinda tough, and that's partially why she decided to do her thing with me. But, she confessed, she's also a big-time flirt and an exhibitionist. Her pussy was juiced up just from stripping and posing, even before I started into the (should be) patented O'Neal foreplay routine. She had her first orgasm as I fingered her, then had at least three others as we did our thing, despite my coming and going from her pussy to get the shots lined up. She moaned and groaned and shrieked and tossed on the bed like we were longtime lovers. It kinda made me feel guilt that we were screwing for you guys. We finished up, cleaned up and I went to get dressed. "You don't have to go right away, do you," Brook asked softly. "I think we could have a whole lot more fun without the camera." We sure as hell did!
