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

Diary of a High Price Escort Book Two Part Two

... steady myself on the lounge while my other hand slipped between my nose and his pubic mound to capture his slippery cock shaft as I pulled back, bringing his cock head into my hot willing mouth.

Sam surged again and shot a hot stream of thick gooey sweet-tasting cum into the back of my mouth. It filled my oral cavity and dribbled from the corners of my mouth. I knew Sam's eyes were glued to my face, and to intensify his climax, I pulled his cock from my mouth and stroked it slowly. Again, he surged, and cum shot from his urethra and splashed against my upper lip, dripping down onto my willing tongue.

"Oh, yeah, baby!" Sam exclaimed.

My lips and tongue were coated with his sweet-tasting seed, and I used his cock head to smear his load all over my face.

I felt his cock surge one last time and opened my mouth to let the last of his wonderful load ooze onto my already cum coated tongue.

Sam's knees almost buckled, and he quickly turned around and sat beside me on the lounge. I lay on my side facing him, looking up at his red, sweaty face. He looked totally spent. As he looked toward me, I took one finger and drew another taste of his cum into my mouth.

Sam smiled and whispered. "Margaret, I love how you look ...

... with my load smeared all over your face."

I licked my finger clean and replied. "Best facial I've ever had." This included the hundreds of facials I've had at my beauty salon.

I loved the feel of his cock surging in my throat. I loved the taste of his sweet gooey cum. I loved the look he gave me after I'd smeared my face with his sticky load.

Sam and I would continue seeing each other at least once a week. Over the next eighteen weeks, we’d explore all kinds of intimate contact. I found out during the second week of the season when my Pig Skin husband was engrossed in a "crucial doubleheader" that Sam's wife had put the taboo on anal sex. So, I rewarded him with another sexual first. All three of my fuck holes were his to use as often as he pleased.

Oh yes, and Buster, well, he became my best friend, always wagging when I arrived with his little doggie treats to keep him occupied while his master and I fucked each other senseless.

And then there's Mark. That young MILF loving college graduate who'd rescued me after I'd consumed too much scotch. Well, Mark and I made Monday Night Football our special time together. And instead of scotch, I consumed everything Mark had to offer... But that's a story for another time.