Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3

... screamed.

My eyes replied that I wanted him to continue and give me the pent-up load of sperm I knew his balls would produce.

Barry's wonderful fat cock slammed over and over again into my mouth, swelling to climatic size and spreading the tight ring of flesh at the opening of my throat.

He moaned deeply as his orgasm approached, and I reached up to grab his hips firmly and pull him against my throat. His cock surged and delivered a thick stream of cum directly into my throat.

"Cumming!" He screamed.

Hot thick cum exploded from his cock and filled my mouth. I swallowed every drop I could, but his balls delivered more cum than they had ever before. It oozed from the corners of my mouth and ran down my chin, mixing with the warm water of our sexy shower.

I held him firmly in place, the tiny cum slit pressed against the opening of my throat. Each time his cock spewed another shot of thick hot cum, it shot into my throat, and I happily swallowed every drop.

"Fuckin A!" Barry exclaimed.

His cum tasted salty and was very thick, and coated the hot flesh of my throat as I swallowed it.

"Drink that hot cum!" Barry hissed.

His grip loosened on my skull, and I began sucking and licking at his throbbing member as his orgasm began to subside.

Hot cum oozed from his cock, and I happily licked and sucked every drop of his thick salty cock juice.

"Wow!" Barry exclaimed as I let him slip from my sticky mouth and began licking all over his spent cock.

The ...

... shower water washed away those few drops of cum that I didn't lick off him. Holding his spent cock in one hand, I looked up at my husband and asked. "Better than sudden death over time?"

He smiled, knowing I was making fun of him and his addiction to football. "Better than the Super Bowl, baby!" He replied.

Barry's strong hands moved to my arms, and he lifted me from my kneeling position. His lips captured mine, and he drove his tongue deeply inside my mouth. Warm shower water cascaded over our faces as we kissed deeply for the longest time.

It almost seemed as if my football zombie husband realized he had been ignoring my sexual needs and wanted to make up for it in one long, soulful French kiss. His hands held my head firmly against his mouth, and he slowly moved my lips while he made oral love to my tongue.

I moaned deeply as our sensual kiss continued for what seemed like an eternity.

Barry broke our kiss and moved his lips to my ear. He whispered. "Your turn, baby."

I turned my mouth to his and offered him my tongue, which he gladly accepted in yet another long, sensuous kiss. His hands moved to my shoulders and then slowly between our shimmering bodies to gently caress my breasts and the taut nipples that ached for his touch.

Our kiss became more passionate and frenzied as his palms and fingertips moved slowly over my breasts. A supple moan escaped my throat when he rolled one taut pink nipple between his thumb and index finger.

Finally breaking ...