The Escort Gives the Widower a Last Chance - Sex Stories

The Escort Gives the Widower a Last Chance

... Marie’s breasts sliding up and down the length of his erection. Amy slumped down, her wet lips kissing his just long enough to wet them. He moaned in disappointment as she raised up again. “Discipline, sweetie, be patient” she said above him. He willed himself to come as he felt the first spasm of a climax, and he smiled, licking his lips, searching for the remnants of Amy’s wetness. Suddenly the breasts fell away and he thought he heard his own cock moan with disappointment and frustration; it was feeling so good. Marie waited just a few seconds and then used her mouth, taking his length and humming on it. He quickly regained the surge and her mouth abandoned him yet again. Marie was on a mission and she had never failed before. Using her mouth and hands, she brought him to a panting edge seven times, his hips trying to lift off the bed. She heard him moaning under Amy’s dress. Amy grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up over her head. The widower’s eyes were tearing and she spoke to Marie even as she looked down into his eyes. “It’s time, Marie,” she said. Then Amy began to rub her sex across his face, feigning lust, giving him a performance that she had given her clients. (If you had just asked for only me, this could have been real…) Marie was working his shaft with her fist as Amy gyrated on him and as Amy performed her climax for him, his excitement erupted in a huge single blast. The force of his ejaculation sent his cum splattering against the small of Amy’s ...

... back, and she could feel it trickling down between her buttocks. Amy finished and raised up off the widower. “I need to go freshen up; you may want these until I get back.” She took her panties from close by, wrapped the crotch around two fingers and inserted them deep inside her. Then she stuffed the panties, crotch first, into his open mouth and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later as she passed by the bed, Marie was gently running the spiked wheel across his scrotum as she pumped her fist on his shaft. She put her mouth over his crown and ran the spiked wheel down the underside of his shaft. His hips jerked on the bed, but he was silent. Marie climbed onto the bed straddling the widower’s hips and impaled herself on his tender erection. He was still moaning into the panties while Marie rode him hard and fast as Amy went to the kitchen. She found some tea, heated up some water. Then she sat quietly, listening to Marie’s moans of pleasure and the widower’s grunting as Marie took her pleasure from him. “Last round coming up, Amy!” called Marie. Amy went back to the bedroom and Marie was still sitting on top of him. “He still gave me quite a load. Do you want to change places?” Marie asked. “No, I don’t want to make him do that,” Amy answered, “Let’s just finish it.” (He’s only interested in the physical act anyway….) Marie disengaged from him and resumed her position on her knees on the floor between his legs. Amy pulled the panties from his mouth and he was gasping, ...