How Andrea Met Her Husband-- Porno Shack Porn Blog

Before I met my rich husband, I was in beautician’s school. My first job was at a department store applying makeup to ladies too lazy to do it themselves or ones who looked like Tammy Faye if they did it themselves.

I was 21 and very good at my job. I met my husband’s first wife there. She was a rich bitch who came in every Saturday morning. After meeting me, he started coming with his wife. I wouldn’t flirt verbally with him, but my eyes and body language let him know I wanted him.

When I first saw him, I wondered what the hell he was doing with the ice bitch. He’s very tall, 6’7 and very thin. Not where it counts though. He has a thick cock, not that I knew that right away. I’m moving ahead of myself. His hair was greying at the temples, and when I first saw him he had slight stubble. He was dressed casually but expensively.

I had never been attracted to a white man before, but he was very handsome and confident. 

I still remember his face the first time I truly let him know I wanted him. She was sitting in the chair, eyes closed and I was moving behind the chair to the other side. He was standing about a foot behind the chair so when I was moving between him and the chair, I deliberately brushed his crotch with my ass. Then I turned around and smiled at him. He looked uncomfortable and embarrassed like it was his fault. I backed up and did it again to him, my big booty rubbing up and down his zipper.

I moved back to his wife, looked at him and winked.

That’s when he smiled at me. His smile still gets me to this day. I smiled back and started working on the ice bitch’s right eyelid. 

He was behind her so even if her eyes were open, she wouldn’t have seen him lick his lips. When he did that, I felt myself get immediately wet. He got one of his cards out of his wallet and handed it to me. 

“Are you done yet girl? This is taking longer than usual,” the cunt said.

I didn’t answer her, instead shooting her the finger. He laughed. She opened her eye and I poked it with the brush. She complained and I told her if she didn’t open her eye it wouldn’t have happened. She called me insolent and I called her an uppity bitch.

She was furious and went to look for my manager.

“Why are you with such a bitch?” I asked him when she left. He told me her daddy was his business partner and she sucks good dick.

“I’m surprised she stops bitching long enough to suck your cock,” I said. He laughed and said it didn’t happen often anymore. I told him that was a shame and she should learn how to share.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to work here anymore,” and handed me a wad of bills. 

“Call me this evening and we’ll have a late dinner,” he added.

“I know what I want to eat,” I said, with a smile.