Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3

... finding cock that wasn't so interested in football.

I grabbed the paper and got up. "I'll just find a movie or something to keep me occupied tonight while you're having fun at Jim's," I said.

As I thumbed through the paper looking for the movie show times, I realized that I'd just slipped up a little offering that maybe something besides a movie would keep me busy tonight. I hoped Barry hadn't caught it or believed that something would be another shopping trip.

Barry stood up and moved behind me, his hands resting on my hips. "We'll go out tomorrow night for dinner, then come back here for a nice romantic evening together,” he promised, whispering in my ear.

"I'd like that, baby," I replied as I folded the paper and dropped it back on the table.

"Have fun at Jim's," I said as I moved away from him toward the stairs.

"Should be a great game tonight," Barry said as I left the room.

I was still pissed off at him as I made my way upstairs to our bedroom. I thought to myself. "Fuck the movie. I am going to go out and see if I can find some other football zombie that could be torn away from his addiction by the chance of fucking some strange pussy."

After two months of sex with Sam and Mark, it was time for some new excitement. Something quick, hard, and fast perhaps. I giggled to myself as I thought, maybe even some black meat. Now, that's what I call exciting.

As I slipped out of my clothes and stood before the full-length mirror on the inside of my ...

... closet door, viewing my lush body clad only in a black lace thong and bra set, I thought. "So where do I find a nice thick black cock?"

In an instant, it dawned on me. In a sports bar, there would certainly be any number of potential black cocks hanging around watching the game that would jump at the chance of fucking a creamy white MILF instead of watching twenty-two grown men beat on each other for three hours.

Not wanting to draw too much attention to myself and look like I was headed to a dark movie theater, I slipped on a pair of jeans and a bulky sweater with a pair of tennis shoes. If Barry noticed me, he'd think I was headed to a movie.

This wasn't exactly the kind of outfit I'd typically choose if I were going out on the prowl, so I slipped a small bottle of perfume into my purse so when I got to the sports bar, I'd at least smell seductive even if I wasn't looking the part.

I mussed up my hair and added a bit of gel but held off on any more lip gloss until I got out of the house.

"I'm outta here," I announced as I crossed in front of the doorway to the den, where Barry was back to reading his paper.

"Have a good night, Peg,” he replied without looking up from the paper.

As I backed the Benz out of the garage, I decided I would drive across town to Flannagan's Pub instead of the sports bar a couple of miles from home. There was less chance I'd run into someone I or Barry knew across town.

Flannagan's parking lot was almost full when I pulled in. ...