Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3

By mid-season, I'd settled into a routine of seeing Sam on Sundays and hooking up with Mark during Monday Night Football.

Sam proved to be a passionate lover, preparing all kinds of romantic settings at his place and taking the time to make sure I was delighted before worrying about his pleasure. His beautiful cock continued to fit all three of my pleasure pots perfectly. He took a profound liking to anal sex, like most men, especially doggie style. By the eighth week of the regular season, my ass had molded itself to the shape of his bulging cock, and I looked forward to his weekly assaults from behind.

Mark, on the other hand, was only interested in a quick wham-bam type of fucking. I often had time to do a little shopping before meeting him where ever for a quick hot fuck which was perfectly okay with me since I'd have something to bring home, proving to my zombied husband that I was going shopping.

Both of my new lovers couldn't wait for me to pleasure their cocks with my mouth and throat, and as the season progressed, I felt I'd become somewhat of an expert at sucking cock. I know I loved the feel of throbbing cock meat in my mouth and the awesome taste of a man's cum load.

Week nine of the season allowed me to have a special night out since the league had a Thursday night game scheduled. After two months of meeting up with my two new lovers, I decided it was time for a little one-night excitement.

After a quick dinner, Barry announced that he was going ...

... over to Jim's place to watch the game.

"Okay, I may catch a movie or something," I said as he stood up from the dinner table.

"Could be a late night Peg," Barry said, adding. "The game doesn't start til 8."

"No problem, honey. I'll try for an eight o'clock show, so we should be home about the same time,” I replied.

Barry headed off to the den with the sports section, and I cleaned up the dishes, loaded the dishwasher, and started it.

When I finished, I walked into the den, and Barry looked up from his paper.

I smiled as I approached him, letting my hips sway seductively with each step. Barry noticed and folded the paper, placing it on the end table beside his favorite chair.

I moved to one side of his legs and slowly sat in his lap. Wiggling my ass against his thighs, I said. "Wanna skip the game and have a little fun tonight, baby?"

Barry smiled and said, “But Jim and the guys are expecting me."

I felt my face flush with anger. "Too bad I would have let you cum in my mouth," I said, realizing I wasn't going to seduce him.

"Want me to wake you when I get home, Margaret?" Barry offered, knowing it had been weeks since he last slammed his fat cock inside me.

"What so you can have your game and fuck me too?" I growled.

Barry knew he'd pissed me off and didn't try to make things right. "Well, maybe you'll still be horny tomorrow night,” he offered.

If he only knew that I hadn't been the least bit horny since the preseason when I first started ...