Pimping Angel Pt 2 by Angelscuck
I sat in the car in the motel parking lot for what seemed like hours, contemplating the events of the evening leading up to this moment.
My fiancé and I had attended a ?Pimp? N Ho? party at a local exotic dance club. We had both dressed in full pimp and whore outfits for the occasion, not realizing that we would actually be mistaken for a real pimp and whore.
What started as a joke in the men's room at the club had turned into the reality of my fiancée, Angel accepting the $5000 for going to a motel with the gentleman and his eighteen year old virgin grandson for two hours of fun and games.
I couldn't stop the dirty pictures going through my mind. I could visualize my sweet Angel sucking the young boys cock while grandpa was giving words of encouragement or possibly participating. If he got any from Angel, I would have to charge extra. Oh god! I was even starting to think like a pimp.
What the hell was taking so long! They have been in there for?..oh, it's only been an hour and a half. It seems like so much longer. I felt like a complete fool waiting in the parking lot of the motel while my fiancé was getting fucked in Room 24! Being a pimp, sucks.
Finally Angel emerged from the room and walked wobbly to the car. She got in and we drove home silence. I had a hundred questions to ask, but she did not seem in a talkative mood so I left well enough alone.
Went we got home, she went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. She then crawled into bed with me and cuddled up. I held her in my arms, a loss for words. Better just to sleep on it tonight.
The next morning she seemed quite cheerful. We had coffee and breakfast, making small talk. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. ?Well, are you going to tell me about it?? I asked.
?Actually, it was quite sweet.? She replied. ?He was shy and nervous but I soon made him relax. He was very handsome and very well equipped. I was surprised he had not girls standing in line, willing to give him anything he wanted. I guess his shyness prevented him from losing his virginity sooner.?
?What about grandpa?? I inquired. ?Did he participate or just watch??
?Oh he left after a few minutes.? She answered. He said ?A man should have some privacy on such an occasion? She continued. ?He was a real gentleman.?
He told his grandson that he ?looked like he was in good hands and he would be back in a couple of hours.?
?So, ?, I continued. ?I'll bet he enjoyed himself, how was it for you??
?Interesting?, she explained. ?Kind of like being a dance instructor but more intimate. I enjoyed showing him the many ways a man can please a woman. He caught on real quick. I introduced him to oral, digital and penile sex. I taught him many various positions and the advantages of each one. I explained the importance of using words to enhance sex and the rules of post-coital etiquette.
?Did you give him a certificate of achievement upon graduation?? I sarcastically injected.
?Hey, are you jealous?? She questioned.
?Yeah, I guess I am.? I answered. ?I don't feel threatened, but I don't like the idea of someone else being intimate with my girl!?
?I see,? Angel said. ?Maybe it's a good time to quit the business. Come here baby, there's no substitute for love or experience?.
I sat in the car in the motel parking lot for what seemed like hours, contemplating the events of the evening leading up to this moment.
My fiancé and I had attended a ?Pimp? N Ho? party at a local exotic dance club. We had both dressed in full pimp and whore outfits for the occasion, not realizing that we would actually be mistaken for a real pimp and whore.
What started as a joke in the men's room at the club had turned into the reality of my fiancée, Angel accepting the $5000 for going to a motel with the gentleman and his eighteen year old virgin grandson for two hours of fun and games.
I couldn't stop the dirty pictures going through my mind. I could visualize my sweet Angel sucking the young boys cock while grandpa was giving words of encouragement or possibly participating. If he got any from Angel, I would have to charge extra. Oh god! I was even starting to think like a pimp.
What the hell was taking so long! They have been in there for?..oh, it's only been an hour and a half. It seems like so much longer. I felt like a complete fool waiting in the parking lot of the motel while my fiancé was getting fucked in Room 24! Being a pimp, sucks.
Finally Angel emerged from the room and walked wobbly to the car. She got in and we drove home silence. I had a hundred questions to ask, but she did not seem in a talkative mood so I left well enough alone.
Went we got home, she went into the bathroom and took a long hot shower. She then crawled into bed with me and cuddled up. I held her in my arms, a loss for words. Better just to sleep on it tonight.
The next morning she seemed quite cheerful. We had coffee and breakfast, making small talk. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. ?Well, are you going to tell me about it?? I asked.
?Actually, it was quite sweet.? She replied. ?He was shy and nervous but I soon made him relax. He was very handsome and very well equipped. I was surprised he had not girls standing in line, willing to give him anything he wanted. I guess his shyness prevented him from losing his virginity sooner.?
?What about grandpa?? I inquired. ?Did he participate or just watch??
?Oh he left after a few minutes.? She answered. He said ?A man should have some privacy on such an occasion? She continued. ?He was a real gentleman.?
He told his grandson that he ?looked like he was in good hands and he would be back in a couple of hours.?
?So, ?, I continued. ?I'll bet he enjoyed himself, how was it for you??
?Interesting?, she explained. ?Kind of like being a dance instructor but more intimate. I enjoyed showing him the many ways a man can please a woman. He caught on real quick. I introduced him to oral, digital and penile sex. I taught him many various positions and the advantages of each one. I explained the importance of using words to enhance sex and the rules of post-coital etiquette.
?Did you give him a certificate of achievement upon graduation?? I sarcastically injected.
?Hey, are you jealous?? She questioned.
?Yeah, I guess I am.? I answered. ?I don't feel threatened, but I don't like the idea of someone else being intimate with my girl!?
?I see,? Angel said. ?Maybe it's a good time to quit the business. Come here baby, there's no substitute for love or experience?.
