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

Diary of a High Price Escort Book Two Part Two

... the shoulder straps that still held the dress to my body.

As his soft fingers slid over my shoulders, I dropped my arms to my sides and leaned back, still keeping contact with his rock-hard cock with my pubic mound.

Sam's eyes followed the fabric as he peeled it from my full, lush breasts. His eyes widened when the fabric slipped off my tits, exposing twin pink, totally erect nipples.

Sam returned his gaze to my eyes as I whispered. "They're very sensitive, Sam."

Knowing I couldn't keep my loins pressed against his and still have him slip the dress from my hips, I reluctantly moved my hips back while he slid the garment off and let it fall to the floor, a puddle of colorful fabric around my heeled sandals.

His eyes explored every inch of naked flesh before him, almost as if he was memorizing the vision for all time.

Sam moved his hands to my hips and turned me so I was facing away from him. His hands slowly moved from my hips across my belly. One index finger circled the outline of my belly button.

I cooed softly and arched my back, pressing my shoulder against his chest and my ass against his loins. The rock-hard bulge of his cock pressed into my ass.

Sam's hands inched up toward my heaving breasts and paused when his fingers reached the crease beneath, where they merged with the flesh of my torso.

"Touch them, please, Sam," I said, urging his soft hands onward.

His fingers climbed over my tingling flesh thumbs and index fingers, tweaking my ...

... taut nipples both at once. I shuddered from the incredible sensation of another man touching my breasts. His soft hands gently caressed their full firmness. My erect nipples pierced into his palms, begging for more attention.

While I was pleased with his gentle foreplay of my tits, I wanted him to know that there was more to me than a pair of sensitive breasts. I slid my right hand up and grasped his wrist, slowly drawing his soft hand down over my belly to the clean-shaven mound of trembling flesh above my pussy.

"Please touch me here." I pleaded.

Sam moved his hand almost too slowly toward my steamy slit. His middle finger first discovered my erect clit, which he circled several times before applying direct pressure on the hard nub.

"Oh god, yes!" I exclaimed as his wonderful finger teased my throbbing clit.

Sam nuzzled his lips against my neck and kissed every inch he could reach, then directed his attention to my ear. His lips sucked on my ear lobe, and he flicked his tongue against it repeatedly.

I shuddered again and whispered. "You're driving me insane.”

I turned my head as far as I could, trying to capture his lips with my own, but before I could, he slipped his middle finger between my pussy lips and into the steaming hot dripping wet depths.

I shuddered once again as a spear of pleasure raced through my body. Sam's hands were softer than Barry's and every bit as skillful, if not more. He used his finger to explore and discover parts of my pussy ...