Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3

... whispered.

I kissed his neck and whispered in reply. "What a cock!"

When I first saw his incredible cock, I thought it would rip me apart, but my mouth and pussy stretched to accept him, almost as if they were molding putty.

I kissed his neck again and asked, "Franklin, tell me how big it is."

He turned and pressed his full lips against my mouth for a moment, then said. "Twelve inches. And you took almost all of it," he quickly added, "Not many can either."

I slowly slid off his lap and flopped down in the passenger seat again. Looking out the windshield, I reached over and grasped his still-hard cock, gently stroking the shaft and running my fingertips around the corona and head.

Franklin moaned softly as my delicate fingers moved skillfully over his still very sensitive cock.

I wondered to myself. "What would it be like to have a twelve-inch rock-hard cock stuffed in my ass? How deep down my throat could I swallow such a huge cock?" I wondered if any woman had ever tried to take every beautiful twitching inch of his cock in her throat.

I asked. "Hey, has any woman ever deep-throated all of it?"

Franklin chuckled and replied. "Not voluntarily."

I turned to face him again and said. "I can imagine laying on my back with my head dangling over the edge of the bed and having you stuff that beautiful black cock down my throat."

He smiled at the thought of doing just that.

"Just imagine your balls slapping against my face as you throat fuck me. ...

... I'd reach back and grab your ass and pull you deeper, swallowing every fucking inch of this monster,” I continued as my hand stroked the entire length of his thirteen-inch pillar of sex.

"When can we do that, Margaret?" Franklin asked with an inquisitive tone in his voice.

I thought for a moment, then said. "Next time there is a game on Thursday night."

"I'm there, babe!" He exclaimed, turning more toward me.

"I can hardly wait," I replied as I slowly traced my middle finger from my lip down over my chin to my neck, trying to measure how deep a twelve-inch cock would reach down my throat.

I circled his enormous cock with my soft fingers, stroking it softly from mid-way up the shaft to the flaring corona. "Sure hope this fits," I remarked.

"It will," Franklin replied quickly.

I released his massive member and began pulling my jeans back on. Somehow he tucked his cock back inside his slacks, and as I slipped my shirt back over my head, Franklin reached up above the sun visor and pulled a business card out. "Here's my card, Margaret," he said, handing the card to me.

I glanced at the card but, in the dim light, could not read what was printed on it. I slipped it inside my pocket and smiled at him as I said. "I'll have to hide this so my ass-hole husband doesn't find it."

Franklin nodded his agreement, then said. "Make sure you call me next time there's a Thursday night game.

"Count on it, baby!" I replied.

Franklin smiled at me as I opened the ...