Diary of a High Price Escort Book Two Part Two - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book Two Part Two

... their tiny pink erect nipples. His eyes traveled from my face to my tits and then down to my shaved pussy.

"Infuckingcredible,” Sam uttered as I approached.

"Do you like my body?" I asked.

"Margaret,like is the understatement of the century,” he replied. "I've never seen more beautiful breasts," he added.

I smiled and cupped them. "Seventy-five-hundred-dollar tits baby."

"You're kidding, Margaret," Sam said.

"Yep, my hubby wanted a trophy wife, and he bought me these," I explained.

Sam giggled just as I sat down at the bottom of the lounge and placed one delicate, soft hand on his naked foot. "I don't suppose you can thank him for me, Margaret?"

"That wouldn't be a good idea," I replied, my hand moving from his foot toward his knee.

I lifted one leg and then the other to kneel at his feet, sitting back on my heels and straightening up so Sam could continue to enjoy staring at my tits.

Placing one hand on each foot, I slowly spread his legs until his feet dropped off the edge of the lounge.

"Sam?" I said, pausing until his eyes moved up to my face. "I want you to watch my face. I don't want you to miss a second of this,” I said.

Sam knew what was about to happen and stopped me as he said. "Margaret, I don't recover this fast."

I grinned a devilish grin and replied. "We'll just see about that." As I stretched my arms toward his loins and lowered my shoulders to seductively crawl toward his flaccid cock.

I moved my soft hands to his ...

... thighs, stopping their ascent at the crease between his legs and abdomen. I slowly lowered my body, my tits slipping between his spread thighs.

Gazing up into his eyes, I said. "Keep watching, Sam."

His eyes remained fixed on my face. His arms were resting at his sides.

My delicate fingers slid inward toward his limp cock. My right hand slipped beneath and lifted it off his pubic hair. It felt sticky, still coated with his cum and my pussy juices.

My left hand slid deeper between his thighs, and I pressed my index fingernail against the tiny patch of flesh that separates his scrotum from his anus. His eyes widened, not sure if I was going to penetrate his ass or not. But his ass wasn't my goal. My goal was those huge balls and magnificent sack that had pumped so much cum into me earlier.

I tried to cup his balls in my tiny hand but could only manage to grasp one, which I quickly rolled around inside his sack.

"Oh, my God," Sam said.

I just smiled and pulled his soft cock toward my face. From my position, I had to look around his cock shaft to see his expression. He seemed to take on a look of wonderment, like something was about to happen that he'd dreamed of forever.

Sam spoke. "My ex would never."

"Never suck cock?" I said, interrupting him.

"Not once, Margaret,” he admitted.

The look of wonderment he'd had was understandable.

I smiled and told him. "I love sucking cock, Sam,” and before he could reply, I added. "And licking big beautiful ...