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

Diary of a High Price Escort Book Two Part Two

... continued. "And instead, I lose control and shoot my load before you get off."

I moved one hand to his temple and ran my nails through his sweaty hair. "Sam," I said.

He watched my eyes as I continued. "This was for our pleasure. And besides, it's early; we have all afternoon to worry about such things,” I giggled and added, "Maybe we'll get lucky and go into sudden death over time."

Sam smiled and rested one hand on my shoulder. "Sorry about the bite, babe,” he whispered.

"Not a problem; it was in the heat of passion," I replied, knowing I'd have to hide the mark from Barry until it healed.

Sam and I rested for some time, talking about the intensity of first sex. The concerns each lover has that perhaps they wouldn't click.

But Sam told me that those concerns didn't have time to grow since we made love less than three hours after we met.

"The few concerns I had, Margaret, disappeared the first time I thrust into you," Sam explained.

"I know I felt the same way, Sam," I replied, then added. "You fit me perfectly, babe,”

He smiled, knowing what I said was true. "I love how you contract your muscles to grab at my cock, Margaret."

Now I was smiling, knowing that those contractions happen every time a rock-hard cock slips into my pussy.

"Sam, I'm oozing all over your lounge," I admitted feeling his cum leaking from my flooded slit and running down my thigh.

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked.

"There's a powder room in the foyer, Margaret," ...

... Sam said.

"I'll be back in a jiffy," I said as I sat up and stood beside the lounge.

I took a moment to gaze down at my new lover. His relaxed body still glistened with sweat. I turned without saying a word and, wearing nothing but my sexy heels, slowly walked away from him. My hips moved sensually, and droplets of cum ran down my legs.

Just before I turned the corner into the foyer, I looked over my shoulder. Sam was staring at me, watching my ass and legs as I walked. I saw his smile before I disappeared toward the bath.

While cleaning up in the powder room, my mind raced on the events that had just transpired. I had taken a new lover, an incredible man who was quite capable of pleasuring me no end. A substitute for my husband on weekends, Monday nights, and the occasional Thursday evening from today until the Super Bowl.

More importantly, I thought about how I'd go about bringing that beautiful cock back to life. Only one answer made sense, orally. I'd return to my new lover and cleanse his flaccid cock with my mouth. I'd bring his phoenix of a cock back from the ashes to stand erect before me majestically. And then I'd receive my reward.

Sam had gotten a tea towel from the kitchen and folded it in half to cover the cum stain we'd deposited on his lounge. He was lying on the towel, stretched out, his legs partly spread, his limp cock positioned on his curly patch of pubic hair.

I slowly walked toward him, giving him ample time to enjoy my firm tits and ...