On Call
Copyright© 2026 by Michael Fields
Sheila Atwood
Erotica Sex Story: Sheila Atwood - A hunky man makes his living servicing women until he finds one who is more than he bargained for.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Rape Heterosexual Fiction True Story Spanking Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Small Breasts Prostitution
Luckily I had two days off to recuperate after drunk Mrs. March. Friday and Saturday nights can get wild so Sundays and Mondays I rest.
Tuesday morning I check The Schedule and see Sheila Atwood 700-100. Sheila is a good time!
In the customer request section she had typed
“Suit required. Nice dinner at fine restaurant.”
Great, good food before taking care of Sheila.
My notes to myself read
“Eat pussy Rough tits”
I do this with all clients to make sure I don’t get one woman confused with another when it comes to their little quirks. My notes remind me Sheila likes her pussy licked a lot and her big tits played with rough.
A quick run this morning to get the blood pumping then a nap to rest up for Sheila. She can require a lot of energy.
After a two mile run I grab some water and hit the hammock out back. I hear a door slam and see somebody is throwing out moving boxes from Helen’s house. “Must be new owners unpacking” I’m thinking.
A lady comes out to break up boxes and has my attention. She is black with milk chocolate skin. Even in her sweatpants and tshirt she is gorgeous. Long black hair pulled into a ponytail, nice firm tits inside the tshirt and the sweatpants can’t hide that ass. Not a bubble butt, just enough to give her some great curves.
Them a man comes out to help. God damn it, a husband!
Well I can still look at this beauty.
I pull the Jag up to Sheila’s and ring the doorbell at exactly 7:00. Her time has started.
“Hi Steve, come in I’m about ready.”
Sheila is looking good tonight. She is the definition of a MILF. Early 40s, divorced, pulling in a lot of alimony. She has thick brown hair that is long and always styled in flowing curls. Six feet tall in heels her thighs are strong and toned, a great ass and very heavy tits that sag a little but are a lot of fun. The kind of woman high school boys would beat off to if she was their friend’s mom.
“You ready Steve?”
“I’m yours until 1:00 a.m.”
“Remember that if you get tired early. I want my money’s worth.”
I opened the passenger door of the Jag for Sheila then got in and started her up.
“Where to?”
“Anthony’s.”
“Wow nice place. Any special occasion!”
“No just wanted a decent meal. Besides you know one way or another my ex-husband is paying for it.”
That made her chuckle and her big heavy tits bounce.
We were seated at the high end restaurant and orders drinks. “Been here before Steve?”
“Yes a couple clients like it.”
“Obviously they have good taste. Good food then good dessert.” She winked at me and smiled.
Our waiter came and Sheila ordered for the two of us.
“Two filets both medium, baked potato and steamed vegetables. Thank you.” The lady knows what she wants.
“So Mr. Steve, how’s business?”
“It’s good.”
“Lots of horny women to service.”
“It’s amazing how many.”
“Well there is going to be a friend of mine, Layla, and I want you to take special care of her. She is a little shy but needs your services. Her husband is fucking around on her and hasn’t touched her forever. She doesn’t have the balls to leave him but you are going to help”
“I will be on the lookout for her.”
The meal of course is excellent topped off by a bottle of very expensive wine.
I pull the Jaguar into the driveway and open the door for Sheila as she takes my arm for the walk to the door. Once inside she says “pour us some wine and meet me.”
Ms. Atwater has a routine that I know well. I get to the bedroom setting the wine glasses on the nightstand. I undress and neatly lay my expensive suit on the back of the arm chair. I get in the bed sitting up against the headboard.
Sheila emerges in a bright red full length silk nightie. It hangs just right to highlight her hips and ass. The bosom area is made of lace that is a little see though showing some flesh and a glimpse of nipple. The red high heels round out the sight making her stand six feet tall. Any other time I would fuck her for free but this is business.
I know what she likes and demands. Sheila moves to the side of the bed and turns her back to me. I moved to sit on the edge of the mattress and feel her curvy hips. Her hips and ass feel great with their smooth silk covering. I knead her cheeks like she enjoys them give ass a playful bite.
“That’s it baby. You know what I like.”
I bite the other side.
“Yes that’s right.”
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