THE SEX SWING RENTAL Ernest Winchester Smashwords Edition Copyright 2011 Ernest Winchester Smashwords Edition, License Notes This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you're reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. All rights reserved. THE SEX SWING RENTAL By Ernest Winchester Hello, my name is Sheila and I’d like to tell you a little about myself. I work in what many refer to as the world’s oldest profession. What may have started out as a simple transaction, trading a little wooly mammoth meat for a little fresher meat eons ago has come a long way in the modern technological age. I now garner most of my clients from the Internet. I had worded the online ad very carefully, to be sure that it would not be considered obscene or too obviously an ad for sexual services, which of course, was actually what it was. If a prospective client was too dense to read between the lines, then I’m not sure I wanted to deal with him—or her. I’m versatile that way. I even had a lawyer acquaintance check it over. We did a little quid pro quo to use his vernacular, if you understand what I mean. At five hundred dollars an hour, I think we came pretty close to even. He certainly enjoyed my demonstration of the appliance for which I was advertising a rental. As clearly stated in the ad, my customers will only be paying for the rental of the appliance and not for the demonstration I would provide during the one-hour rental period. That is free—very free. But even there I have to be careful. Two weeks ago I had a client set up an appointment at a small motel. As I entered the room, I carefully eyed the man as he walked across the room. His arms hung out slightly, the way a policeman would walk with a sidearm on one hip and a Taser perhaps on the other. I tried to treat the encounter as if I were simply a sales person showing off her wares. I collected the five hundred up front and demonstrated the device hanging from the bathroom door, suspending myself in the harness while fully clothed. I always wore slacks and a sweater for such possibilities. I tried to refrain from studying the walls and fixtures, looking for a hidden camera. The man complained that he had spent a lot of money for what little he got but I didn’t get suckered into any further discussion of my presentation, insisting that he got exactly what the ad specified. I hoped that the five hundred didn’t come out of the taxpayer’s pocket, but I fear it did. I also hope I hadn’t misread the situation and short changed an honest john. If I did, I couldn’t count on a repeat session with him or any word of mouth advertising. No, most demonstrations go much as the one I was concluding as I left the house where I had put on a full presentation of the appliance. The man had answered the door, looking nervous; glancing around to see if any neighbors might spot his guest. His name was Fred, as we had established during the exchange of e-mails leading to the encounter of the evening. They were my protection, my assurance that should I meet with foul play that someone would be able to check my computer and know where I last went. Not that would do me much good if I was dead, but having the customer know he could be identified was a small insurance strategy against violence. Fred ushered me into the living room and I gave him a quick appraisal. He looked to be in his mid forties, a decade or more older that me, about my height and rather heavy though not excessively obese. That I was glad of. I gave him a short spiel regarding the device. It was in a small leather bag I had carried in with me, the kind that doctors used years ago when they made house calls. I don’t know how many clients might have made the connection. Aside from the appliance, the bag contained a few other items that often came into play during the rental hour. The man looked a little dismayed as I explained how the device could be used, asking for a door that would be strong enough to hold my weight. Doors to the outside of the house worked best because they were usually solid and therefore stronger but I was reluctant to use the front door, worried that inquisitive eyes might wonder what was going on when I opened it and slipped the straps over the top. We settled on an interior door, leading off the living room, which seemed strong enough for the purpose. As I jerked on the straps, I said, “This unit can hold twice my weight, but I’m not going to say what that is.” He failed to smile at my little joke. His face continued with a dour look. I knew what was troubling him. He was worried that he had misread the ad, that he wasn’t going to get any sex. He had the look of a man trapped, forced to listen to an insurance salesman’s spiel. I smiled inwardly knowing I was about to put his fears to rest. “I might as well get a little more comfortable now,” I said, and pulled off my sweater. I shook out my thick blonde hair while Fred feasted on my black bra; a bra that provided bountiful exposure while displaying deep cleavage. I pushed down my slacks, leaving myself with only the bra, black panties and high heels, as I walked to the nearby sofa to drop the clothing. The panties were skimpy, not a thong, but short enough to expose half my cheeks and walking in high heels would make my ass move in a way that would have Fred’s eyes glued to it. I turned to see a broad smile finally break across his face. The smile spread even wider as I removed a condom from the black bag and handed it to him. “You should hang on to this, you’ll probably need it shortly. And I think this would be a good time for you to pay me the five hundred dollars for the appliance rental.” I had him hooked. I could tell by the hungry look in his eyes. He quickly shoved the condom in his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet, counted out the money and handed it to me. I put it into a small side pocket inside the black bag. Turning back to the appliance, I adjusted the hanging loops, judging the length more to Fred’s height than my own. I had to judge where Fred’s groin was going to mate with mine as I hung suspended. I again tested the double straps hanging from the top of the closed door, then pulled myself up with my back to the door and slipped my legs through the lower set of broad, black straps. I’m very athletic that way, able to lift myself easily with the strength of my arms. Squirming slightly, I positioned the loops of the lower straps on my upper thighs and opened my legs. My weight rested comfortably in the lower loops. “Now don’t you think this looks sexy, Fred?” I wiggled a little to draw his attention to the juncture of my legs. “Oh god, yes.” “Come here, Fred. Closer. I forgot to take off my bra. Why don’t you reach around behind me and unhook it for me?” As he reached around my body, I could tell he was starting to breath heavily. He fumbled with the clasp for long seconds and I made it even harder for him to succeed as I leaned forward and nibbled on his earlobe. He let out a soft gasp as I bit down harder. When he finally released the clasp, I balanced myself in the leg straps as I freed my grip on the upper leashes and slid the bra down my arms. Fred backed away slightly to allow room and I flung the bra across the room toward the sofa where the rest of my clothing lay. Doing that made my breasts swing violently, and I made them continue to move with slight gyrating motions of my shoulders. “You like?” I asked, as his eyes remained locked on my large breasts. “Yes.” The word came out slow and soft, almost a whisper. “Then suck on them.” I raised my arms to again grab hold of the upper straps so as not to lose my balance as he pressed against me. That motion made my breasts rise to meet his face. His lips circled my right nipple and sucked it deep into his mouth. “Don’t bite,” I admonished. Fred mumbled something, but his mouth was too full for me to understand. He spent perhaps a minute on that nipple before moving over to latch onto my left. His left hand came up to grasp the breast he had just abandoned with his mouth and I looked for a ring on the appropriate finger. He wore none, but there was an impression of one that had obviously just been removed. I glanced around the room to see if I could spot any pictures of the couple who might live there. I saw none. Was he separated, divorced or was the little woman just visiting her mother? I brought my attention back to the man hungrily sucking on my breast like a starving child. Reaching down, I grabbed his ear and pulled him away from his pacifier. “As much fun as this is, I think we should move on to better things.” Fred gave me a quizzical look. “Get undressed. Your clock is running.” “Oh, yeah.” He quickly shed his clothes, dropping them haphazardly on the floor. I was relieved to see that beneath his protruding gut, Fred was sporting a reasonable erection. I hate dealing with a john who can’t get it up, but I often have to. Comes with the job. He moved forward as if he intended to resume sucking on my nipples. “Get on your knees, Fred. Smell my pussy.” He squatted down, grunting as he went, to press his nose into my crotch. “Is it wet?” I knew it wasn’t. Like most johns, Fred wasn’t doing much for me. But like most johns, he was far from an Adonis. If he was, I’m sure he could find women on his own without resorting to the Internet. “Oh god.” He seemed overwhelmed. “It smells so good.” I brought my right hand down and moved the crotch of my panties aside to give him a full view of my pussy, my cleanly shaven pussy. “Lick my pussy, Fred.” I had to trust to gut instincts at that point. Some men would never do that, not even to a woman they might have been married to for decades. But Fred obeyed, bringing his tongue into my slit. I didn’t know if it was experience or dumb luck, but he did a reasonable job, licking it in a way that finally began producing a reaction in me. I treated him to a moan; one that grew louder as he applied himself more diligently to the task, bucking my groin against his face. Conscious of the minute hand sweeping across the dial of my watch, I jerked myself up and away from Fred’s enthusiastic tongue. I pulled my legs out of the loops and pivoted my body, swinging my legs out and around to avoid kicking him in the head and then slipped the shanks of my high heels into lower loops as if they were stirrups on a saddle. Standing fully upright in the harness, my face was beyond the top of the door and the top of my head was near the ceiling. “Stand up, Fred.” A louder groan signaled the effort required to comply. When I was sure he was on his feet, I directed him to pull my panties down. With my feet nearly together, they quickly dropped to my ankles after he moved the waistband below my ass cheeks. “Do you like my ass?” “Oh god, it’s beautiful.” “Then kiss it.” He compiled, and after, I directed him to massage it. His pudgy fingers kneaded my soft flesh as I slowly lowered myself into a squatting position with my ass sticking out from the door. His hands followed my descent, continuing to enjoy the feel of my pliable flesh. Again I displayed my arm strength by pulling myself erect, spinning around to face Fred and looped my legs around his neck. “Eat me Fred, eat me good.” I said, as I used my legs to pull him into my crotch. I stared down at the balding spot on the top of his head as his tongue ravaged my cunt. For many minutes I enjoyed the treatment he was providing, but I knew that much of my weight was on his shoulders and I had no way of knowing how long he could hold out. I loosened the grip my thighs had on his ears and neck. “Fred, it’s time.” “Oh no! My hour’s up?” With panic in his eyes and pussy juice covering his mouth and dripping from his chin, he looked up at me. “No, Fred. It’s time to put on the condom.” “Oh, good! Yes. What did I do with it?” “It’s in your pants pocket.” I pulled my legs completely free of his neck, noting that my panties were still dangling from one high heel. As he backed away, I shook it free and put my legs back through the lower loops, adjusting them to provide comfort for the final action. Fred fumbled with his pants until he found the correct pocket and ripped open the condom wrapper. He had to lean forward to see over his stomach as he rolled the prophylactic down his hard but short cock. I could tell it was going to be difficult for him to fuck me with his gut in the way so I shifted a little more in the harness to bring my crotch as far forward as I would. I knew that would cause my spine to be banged into the door but there was little I could do to prevent it. I hoped that he was horny enough by then to come quickly. Once the condom was on, he straightened and looked at me as I forced a seductive smile on my face. Spreading my legs wide, I patted my pussy, “Come and get it, big boy.” He moved forward, holding his cock, ready to position it into my pussy. Leaning toward my face, I sensed that he wanted to kiss me as he was fucking. I turned my head away. “Sorry, I don’t kiss.” “But that’s the best part, well, almost.” He snickered in a way that said he was going to be a good sport about it and I was grateful. He thrust his hips into my crotch and I suspected I was going to have to provide a little guidance. I reached down and pulled open my labia with one hand and grabbed the condom-covered glans with the other, pulling it into me. Once aligned, he began pumping his hips and I feared that he wasn’t going to be able to sustain penetration for I could only feel about two inches of his cock in me. He moved his hands out to grab my hips and pulled me solidly onto his cock, forcing in perhaps another inch. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled my back away from the door while he continued thrusting his hips forward and pulling mine onto him in a steady rhythm. Between the two actions, I was suspended in the lower straps of the appliance and I hoped he wouldn’t move any closer to the door. Fred’s breathing became labored and I could feel perspiration coating his skin. He began grunting in time to his plunges and I tried to match them with my voice. “Oh that’s good, baby. Give me that big cock. Harder, baby, harder.” In less than a minute, he let out with three loud grunts, matching spastic convulsions of his hips. The last one forced me against the door, as he seemed to sag against me, growing limp with exhaustion. His breathing continued hard as he pushed himself away from me, his cock having slipped out seconds before. For all I could tell, he may have ejaculated outside of my pussy. He tried to say something, but all he could manage was gasps for air as he turned and left the room. With tiring arms, I pulled myself up and out of the lower loops. I went to my black bag and removed a small white towel to wipe my face. They say that faking one is harder than having a real one. I glanced at my watch. There was still ten minutes on Fred’s hour so I didn’t begin dressing until I was sure he felt his time was complete. When he came back into the room, I noticed that the condom was gone and his cock was shrunken and wrinkled. I smiled at him saying, “Oh baby, you were the best.” He returned a sheepish smile, knowing I was lying through my teeth. I grabbed the hanging harness. “Okay, you’ve still got time left on the rental. Do you want to try it?” “What do you mean?” I went to the black bag and pulled out a strap-on with a moderate sized rubber cock attached. “I can give you a real good time with this. Fuck you until you squeal like a pig.” “Oh no! Oh god no. No, no, no.” THE END