Contraband
Copyright© 2008 by Smokeroom
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - A man decides to take a risk and do some bartering with a burglar who claims to be his time-travelling grandson.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Celebrity Science Fiction Time Travel Robot Group Sex Harem White Male Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Squirting
Beth went down on me, and did wonderful things with her mouth and tongue. One of the great things about the Metacompanion, I was learning, was that she didn't get bored or tired. Which was good, because it took her about 20 minutes to get me off.
I had allowed my mind to wander a bit through the blowjob. My thoughts went back through the day and what I had learned from Beth and what Cara and I had decided.
I'd need a "girlfriend" - a public persona of the Metacompanion which I'd allow to be seen with me in public. Maybe it was because she was sucking my cock at the time, but Beth seemed like the ideal candidate for that. She'll be the one to drive me to and from work each day.
Beth would then have my car all day, so that she could run errands for me, as well as help employ a Metacompanion for as long as it would take to earn enough money to be able to get us to Vegas for a weekend.
Cara and I had decided that the quickest and possibly easiest way to earn a second income would be to have a Metacompanion gain employment at a local strip club. Cara surprised me with the fact that there were local strip clubs, since I had been under the impression that the closest titty bars were up in Cleveland.
Not only were there several titty bars in Akron, but one was less than 5 miles from my condo. Cara and I had agreed that either later today or tomorrow, we'd figure out what our stripper would look like, and she'd apply for a job on Wednesday, after I was dropped off at work.
Strange as it may sound from a guy that had fucked a Playboy playmate several times that day and was currently receiving one of the most incredible blowjobs from a gorgeous classy Brit, but the idea of fucking a local stripper was turning me on.
Well, okay. What Beth was doing with her mouth, and the way she would look up at me with those gorgeous doe-like brown eyes while doing so, probably helped.
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