Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3

... baby," I begged.

Barry moved one hand behind me, sliding it up to cup one ass cheek while the other slowly moved from my knee toward the confluence of my thighs.

He stared at the folds of flesh that formed my vulva and looked up at me to say. "What a beautiful flower."

At that very instance, I was filled with guilt. Not two hours before, I was slamming his beautiful flower down over a huge black cock. Letting that mammoth fuck shaft stretch my pussy beyond belief. Fantasizing about having that twelve-inch cock buried deep in my throat, craving that black studs cum flowing down my throat. I felt guilty and somewhat concerned that the taste of my black behemoth's cum may still linger inside my steamy cunt.

Barry leaned toward my swollen pussy and inhaled deeply. "It smells so sweet." He said.

I could only hope that it would taste as sweet and not have the lingering taste of salty thick black cum that had filled it earlier.

His tongue flicked out and touched my swollen clit sending a shard of instant pleasure shooting to my brain. Again he flicked at the hard nub of my clit, and again the pleasure was instantly transferred to my brain.

"Oh, God!" I exclaimed, pressing my loins toward his eager mouth and tongue.

I moved one hand to my loins, spreading the folds to expose the hard nub of pleasure to his sensuous

oral talents.

Barry responded by taking the throbbing flesh between his lips and suckling on it as if it would produce milk. It only ...

... produced more substantial shards of pleasure shooting up my spine and crashing into my brain.

"Suck it like that!" I pleaded.

His lips clamped down on my clit, and he sucked it harder and harder with every passing second. I felt a finger; no two spread my swollen lips and pierce the moist flesh of my pussy.

"Please, God, don't taste the fluid from your fingers." I thought to myself, worried that the lingering taste of cum may remain. I actually moved my hand between my thighs and cupped the palm, trying to catch a handful of water to wash away any possible remains of Franklin's cum from inside me.

Barry slipped his fingers inside again and, this time, let his tongue slide along the swollen folds of flesh outside. If my husband were going to taste his sperm, this would be the time. But thankfully, he didn't detect the lingering taste of thick cum as he began licking my pussy in rapid licks from my ass up to my swollen clit.

I moaned slowly, giving in to his oral pleasures and knowing the taste of my black stud was going unnoticed.

Barry moved his other hand around the front and used opposing fingers to spread my pussy wide open. His tongue darted in and out of my steamy flesh, sending chills up my spine again. My concerns of lingering taste gone, I begged him. "Please, baby, tongue fuck my hot wet pussy!"

I pressed my hips forward and down against my lover's mouth as he began driving his wet tongue inside my equally wet and searing hot pussy.

"Oh, God, YES!" I ...