Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3

... door and slipped out of his car. Before closing the door, I leaned down and said. "Thanks for the quickie, Franklin."

"No problem," he answered.

He watched me as I walked around the front of his car and pressed the remote, unlocking and activating the interior lights of my Benz parked next to his ride.

As I rounded the left front corner of my Benz, his window glided down.

"You drive a Benz, Margaret?" He asked.

I stopped and looked over the hood. "I like classy rides," I remarked.

His bright smile flashed at me before he replied. "I like classy women."

"Next time, I'll show you what classy women are all about," I answered.

I slid into the driver's seat and started the Benz. Before backing out of the space, I looked over at Franklin and flashed a bright smile, waving goodbye simultaneously.

He returned the smile and held his hand to his ear in the shape of a phone, reminding me to call him next time the league scheduled a Thursday night game.

As I drove toward home, I imagined just precisely what it would feel like to have his mammoth cock stuffed down my throat. I'd have to remember to bring along some lube to make the task easier.

If my throat felt like my pussy did after fucking him, I'd be one satisfied MILF.

I steered the Benz into our driveway a short time later and was surprised to find Barry's car in the garage when I pushed the door opener. My mind instantly raced, trying to figure out how I'd get past him so I could shower off the ...

... odor of Franklin's massive black cock and our combined fuck juices before Barry noticed.

I opened the door to the kitchen and found Barry standing at the counter. He turned and said. "Hi, Peggy."

I could smell my black lover's scent as I stepped inside and replied. "You're home early."

"Yeah, the game was a blowout, so I bugged out early," Barry explained his being home early.

He continued, "Thought maybe we'd have a little fun." A shit-eating grin appeared on his lips.

"Oh, you did?" I questioned him.

His grin disappeared as I strolled past him and headed toward the hall and stairs.

I assume he figured I'd just automatically drop to my knees and start sucking his fat cock. But if he were going to get anything from me tonight, he'd have to earn it.

As I climbed the stairs, I looked over my shoulder. Barry was standing in the hall, watching me. "I'm gonna shower, Barry, then we'll see about any fun happening."

Before he could reply, I was in the bath and closed the door. Quickly stripping out of my tee shirt and jeans, I noticed the small triangle of fabric that covered my loins was pasted to my skin. Franklin's cum, along with my fuck juice, was still smeared on my skin. I peeled the soiled thong off and quickly dropped it down the laundry shoot along with the rest of my clothing.

As I adjusted the shower water temperature, I thought how close I'd just come to having Barry find out precisely what I had been doing on those nights he was so engaged ...