The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33

... standard rate for a threesome was $2,200 an hour, but she wanted to cut Dave a deal. He was her favorite monger, by far and away, and they would not see each other again until December. "We can do an hour and forty-five minutes for three-K, but no more."

Christina threaded her fingers through Dave's hair as she slanted her mouth, kissing down his neck as she went. "Please say yes, sir."

"Yes, yes,fuck yes, that's fine." The forty-seven-year-old retrieved a bank envelope from his cargo shorts as a primal surge of desire ricocheted through him. He needed to touch this teenage beauty queen. Skin to skin. His palms slid to her hips as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of her minidress.

She was fresh meat, swollen. Needful. When Dave's hand slid underneath the gusset of Christina's panties, the first touch of his fingers nearly did her in. Her tongue, her lips, everything stilled for a moment from the sheer pleasure of it. She didn't stop him - nor did she want to - and once collecting her bearings, she kissed him again, persuasive, chaotic, as he thrust two fingers inside her in perfect tandem with his tongue. He took over. He had to. Christina was having difficulty breathing, much less leading their passionate kiss.

"Dave ... we should wait for Kay ... wait for ... to come back. ..." Christina's protests were weak and came through choppy breaths.

"Spread your legs," he commanded as his fingers continued their erotic path to her core. Christina gave an ...

... agreeing plunge of the chin, only to throw her head back once Dave took his liberties. "Don't worry about Kayleigh. She'll be back from the booking office any second now, and both of us are going to enjoy you together." Two fingers teased her clitoris. "You're so wet."

"And you're so hard." A heated, anxious sigh, followed by Christina tilting her hips back, pressing her ass into his erection, and almost causing him to come in his shorts.

Thank goodness Colt no longer required his working ladies to perform the "dick check" prior to a party. Dave considered it an unsettling, antiquated method, and was elated yesterday when Lindsay informed him it was no longer mandatory. If it were, these past few moments with Christina would've never happened.

Dick checks would be done by choice by each individual lady from this point forward, Lindsay told him. She opted to forego the inspection both yesterday and today, obviously, having been with Dave in the past and trusting he was clean. Still, with her wealth of experience, Lindsay wouldn't let anything slip by. "I know how to do a dick check without you realizing I'm even doing it."

"Oh God, Dave. I'm gonna ... I'm gonna -"

"I know." Two fingers continued to stab in and out of Christina's folds while Dave's thumb swirled in a circular motion upon her clitoris, spreading the wetness, and soon her legs began to shake. Meanwhile, Dave's opposite hand grazed Christina's torso, her rib cage, and then cupped her breast and found a ...