In Plain Sight: An Escort's Story - Part 3 - Sex Stories

In Plain Sight: An Escort's Story - Part 3

... your house.” Mr. Keller stepped closer and brushed his thumb down my cheek. I kept looking up in to his eyes and feeling the soft caress. I could smell the clean scent of his robe. “I don’t know. There’s the video and a lot of curiosity. You’re sexy as hell even when you were soaking wet. I really don’t know, there’s something about you. I think you have something I want and I can help you in a lot of different ways.” “What if I said you have something that I want too,” I said while giving a naughty little smile up at Mr. Keller while lightly grabbing the hem of his robe and spread the material. Inches from my face was Mr. Keller’s cock. He wasn’t erect but there was a fullness to his penis that let me know it wouldn’t take much to get him hard. I placed my fingertips under the tip of his cock and lifted him up so his cock was even with my mouth and I placed a chaste kiss on the tip. “Hi, I’m Amanda and it’s very nice to meet you. I have a feeling that we going to become very close friends,” I playfully said to Mr. Kellers cock as I smiled at the cock resting on my fingertips and placed another gentle kiss on the tip. Mr. Keller slipped his hand into my hair and squeezed while tilting my head back so I was looking up into his eyes. “I think you might be understating just how close we’re going to get,” Mr. Keller said while gently moving my head back toward his hardening cock. His cock was starting to harden and was now sticking straight out toward my mouth and Mr. Keller was ...

... directing my head toward the tip. This was the point of no return for me. Standing in front of me was a ruggedly handsome man. Early 40s, very fit, seemingly intelligent and financially well off if my quick accounting of his assets were accurate. Then there was me. An 18 year old high school student living in a Foster home with nothing. I’m 5 foot 8 inches tall and maybe 105 pounds on a bad day. I have blonde, blue eyes, small breasts and a petite figure. I had no assets to speak of other than the $2,000 I had earned from, well, being in this very position, on my knees. We hadn’t negotiated a price but I’m sure if I said $200 Mr. Keller would have paid it. Instead I said nothing. I was just going to give him a freebie. I had screwed things up enough and was in enough trouble that it was probably best that I just keep my mouth closed, in a figurative manner that is, and move on. And hope that all this could go away. In that moment I slipped my tongue out and started to swirl it around the tip of Mr. Keller’s hardening cock. I could feel the softness of the tip against my tongue at the same time that I could see his cock getting fuller and fuller. “Oh, this looks interesting and all too familiar at the same time,” a distinctly female voice said. As I turned my head toward where the voice had come from Mr. Keller said, “Kayla, you know I love you dearly but you're a master of bad timing.” “And who might this pretty little thing be? Let me guess. Is this is the owner of that sexy ...