“Is today your luncheon with the women’s guild from church?”

Maritza propped herself up out of bed and answered her husband, Marco.

“Yes.  At 11:30 at Casa San Miguel.”

“How many women this time?”

“About two dozen RSVPed.”

“Marvelous.  Good luck getting them tot open their purses for the church building fund.”

Maritza took her role as co-chair of fundraising at their church seriously.  She and husband grew up in the church, were married there, had their children baptized there.  They had deep roots in this community, one in which they were born and raised a mile apart, became sweethearts in grade school, now celebrating twenty years of marriage.
Marco came out of the bathroom.  He still cut a striking figure in his three piece suit.”

“Best of luck, my beautiful bride,” he kissed her forehead.  “Don’t let an opportunity to collect money slip through those hands.”

Maritza showered and dressed for the occasion.  She put on a tight fitting pink mini-dress.  It seemed at odds with her conservative persona, but she did like dressing in a flamboyant manner.  She admired herself in the mirror.  She had filled out nicely, going from a skinny tomboy to a voluptuous young woman over night in her teens.  She touched her large round breasts lightly.  “My attention grabbers” she described them to friends during the latest fundraising drive.  She was not opposed to using what God gave her to get what she wanted and the church so desperately needed.

Maritza finished putting on her makeup and headed to the restaurant.  When she arrived there was quite a commotion.  She found out the banquet room was double booked and a group of traveling salesmen were starting to set up.  Maritza asked the manager to call on the man in charge of the sales group.

Within a few minutes, a young man appeared, flashing a huge smile.  He was tan and fit.

“Hi, I’m Daniel.  Is there a problem?”

Maritza explained her plight.  Daniel nodded at each point of her story, then stopped to contemplate her request for them to vacate the room.  Maritza thought things looked good when he recognized the church and said as a youth he had gone there with his parents.

“So will you move?” she finally demanded.

“What’s in it for me?” he asked.

“Are you serious?  I am a charity.”

“Yes, yes, you’ve made that abundantly clear.”  He was staring directly at her heaving bosom when he said the word “abundantly.”

“I just want to know what’s in for me if I do?”

“Doing a good deed is not reward enough?” she said with smile.

“You’ve got a point, but I’d still like something in return.  How about this?  A one on one sales pitch for your charity at that dessert bar down the street.  Say 3 pm?”

Maritza was stunned.

“Really?”

He nodded.

“Agreed.  3 pm.  Bring your checkbook.  I have a feeling you won’t say no to me again.”

Daniel watched as she walked off.

“Damn,” he whispered under his breath, staring at her big round ass in motion.

It was a little after 3 pm when Maritza’s meeting finally ended.  She looked at her watch and thought about standing Daniel up, but there was something about him, something about their exchange that excited her and propelled her out the door and to the dessert bar.

When she got there, Daniel got up and greeted her.  He slid her chair out for her and placed the napkin on her lap.  He ordered some dessert wine and some sweet breads.

“Something tells me you’ve done this before,” she said, mildly impressed.

Daniel asked her to go though her sales pitch which she did.  He seemed interested, but occasionally she caught him looking at her breasts.

“Can I stop you and ask a question?”

“Sure.”

“How big are your breasts?”

“Excuse me?”

“How big. They’re impressive and real no doubt.”

Maritza was shocked, but riveted to her seat.

“I’m guessing you’re a 36D, maybe double D.  If you answer my question, I will donate $100.”

Maritza smiled and answered shyly, “36DD.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

She shook her head.  She was bewildered.

“Now that I have your attention and money talks, let me ask this.  Would you sleep with me for a thousand dollars?”

Maritza was stunned.  Could this really be happening?  He was dead serious.

“Two thousand?”

“I wouldn’t sleep with you for ten thousand dollars,” she replied indignantly.

“Fine.  Fifteen thousand then.”

Maritza was silent.  The luncheon had not gone well.  Times were tight and so were the purse strings.  Fifteen thousand would go a long way to opening purses and wallets.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot. I am married.  I cannot be unfaithful.”

Daniel nodded.  “I respect that, but there is a way, you know.”

Again, Maritza was silent.

“Tell me, when you are with your husband. Do you let him put it in you anywhere?”

Maritza looked confused.

“What are you saying?”

Daniel was surprised this voluptuous vixen was playing dumb.  He thought, perhaps she is serious.  Maybe she is a goody-two shoes, despite her sexy silver high heels.

“Do you service him?  You know, get on your knees and suck his cock.”

The words were like a slap in the face.  Maritza blushed.

Daniel observed this and his suspicions were confirmed.  She was living life on the straight and narrow.

“That’s a shame, such a beautiful mouth, nice red lips.”

Maritza was mesmerized by his dirty talk.

“So how is it with you two?  Does he just climb on top of you, do his thing and it’s over before you’re pussy is begging for more? When is the last time you were really satisfied?  That your moans and groans were sincere?  That you really wanted to be fucked like a whore?”

Maritza sat in silence, her loins on fire.

“Ten thousand.  Take it or leave it.  I’m staying at the Coconut Grove Resort.  Room 215. I will expect you in one hour.”

“But you said there was a way I could remain faithful?”

“Ten thousand for your ass, my dear.  That big beautiful ass.”

Daniel got up, threw a wad of cash on the table and walked out.  Maritza stared at him as if the whole thing had been a weird erotic dream.  She looked at her watch.  Her husband would not be home until very late.  His voice echoed in her mind:  “Don’t let an opportunity to collect money slip through those hands.”

An hour passed and there was a knock on the door. Daniel opened it and Maritza stood there.

“Will you be gentle?” she said quietly.

Daniel ushered her in and whispered to her, “I put the gentle in gentleman.”

She smiled and felt him put his strong arms around her.  She could feel his breath on the nape of her neck.  He kissed her shoulders.  His hands groped her body.  She could feel his thick cock pressing against her buttocks.  He was forcing it up and down her crack.  As he massaged her large breasts she gave out a sigh.

“Let me take your dress off,” he asked.

Maritza stood still as he unzipped her and removed it carefully.  He started fumbling with her bra and finally unhooked it, unleashing her huge jugs.  He tugged at her g-string next.  She stepped out of it and he remained on his knees, eye level to her ass.  She felt his strong hands fondling her ass, then spreading her round cheeks.  Next she felt his tongue on her pussy lips.  She let out another long sigh as it traveled up the slit to her clit and then danced about her asshole.  Her husband did not care to service her, in fact, she could count on one hand the times he went down on her.  The pleasure brought her back to a summer camp in her teens when she and Marco were not together.  One of the camp counselors, a college boy, took an interest in her.  He was afraid of impregnating her but did just about everything else and he gave the best oral to her.  She remembered her legs spread wide, up in the air as he feasted on her fleshy cunt night after night.

Daniel positioned Maritza on a couch, laying her down so he had access to her ass.  He spread her cheeks and she felt the tip of his cock enter her tight asshole.  She groaned as inch after inch of this thick vein laden cock penetrated her.  He put some lube on the shaft as he pulled out and told her to relax.  She wanted to, but her jealous pussy was screaming to be filled.  Soon Daniel was pumping in a nice rhythm, a firm grip on her hip.  Maritza looked back at Daniel who had the biggest grin on his face.

“I wish you could see how beautiful this looks,” he said.  “You’re awesome.”

He reached down and played with her tits as he continued to pound away.  As he built to a climax, he grabbed her hair and made her beg for more.  She gladly begged, pleaded for him to continue to hammer away at her bunghole.

Finally, he lost it and she knew he was unloading his goo gun inside her.  He withdrew and shot a load on her ass cheeks.  Maritza lay face down, breathing hard, still reverberating on the inside from his thrusts.

“Was it worth the ten thousand?” he asked.

She giggled and responded, “hell, next time I’d do it for free!”

Daniel grabbed his checkbook, thinking, “Yeah, I guess you have done it for free” as he wrote a bogus check from a stolen bank account.