The Escort and the Dirty Conscience - Sex Stories

The Escort and the Dirty Conscience

... Both hands raked up over my breasts to pause against my throat, as I heard him moaning with pleasure. His cock was pulsing and jerking in my mouth and finally his hands slid up to both sides of my face. “Open up for me,” he cried and I accepted more of his thrusting, forcing me to relax my gag reflex until I was deep-throating his cock for those last long strokes, while he held my head tightly. With one long groan, I felt his cock jerking against my lips and he half pulled out as he flooded my mouth with several long jets of hot thick cum. It filled my cheeks, dripping down my throat, and coated my lips. I struggled to swallow it all down, lest I choke on it as he withdrew his cock, still groaning. “Mmmm… you’re such a good little whore,” he sighed, leaning down to kiss my cum-stained lips. I was startled to feel his tongue slip into my mouth, letting the remnants of his cum pass between us as he kissed me slowly and passionately, tasting the remains of his violation, while I could still feel Liana licking my ass and rubbing my clit with her fingers. The pleasure of what her tongue and fingers was doing to me, combined with the shear depravity of the situation had me unexpectedly kissing Elliot back, eager for him to taste himself on my lips, and consecrate the whole madness of the situation. I let his tongue explore my mouth, pressing my own against his, in a way that seemed to excite him. My reluctance was quickly fading. Finally he pulled his lips from mine. “I think you ...

... still have much to learn about yourself,” he said with amusement. “I think you like feeling dirty like this”. “I do,” I gasped, grinding my asshole against Liana’s tongue to her pleasure and surprise. “I love being a fucking whore like this.” My admission was crude and shocking, but no longer deniable. “Then let us help indulge you in it,” he said with a satisfied smile. Suddenly he disappeared from my view, and I was left staring up at the ceiling, still writhing against Liana’s tongue. I awkwardly struggled to pull my arms out of the straps of my white silk dress, letting it slither to my waist as I moved up on my elbows just as I heard Liana’s stifled moans. She was still bent over at the waist, but the fast tear of fabric seemed to resonate in the room as Elliot split her dress at the seam with his bare hands, tearing it apart until he had exposed the round curves of her ass. She wore no panties and he slapped her ass hard. “Dirty slut didn’t wear panties now, did she”, he groaned. “Just the way I like it”. She spread her legs wide for him, while he dove into her snatch from behind, licking her pussy and ass with aggressive fervor, while squeezing her soft cheeks, spreading them apart to make way for his roving tongue. Liana moaned against my clit, continuing to lick and tongue me while I rested back on my elbows, unable to tear my eyes from the scene. I started to buck my hips up against her mouth, feeling a wave of pleasure start to flame inside me, rising up until I was ...