Diary of a High Price Escort Book One - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book One

... drag them back here, and we'll share some hot young cock,” Monica suggested.

"We'll see, Monica," I said as I grabbed my bags and headed for the exit.

It had cooled off some by the time I left the mall, and as I walked across the lot, my nipples reacted to the cool night air and became twin nubs pressing at the fabric of my tank top. In the back of my mind, I wished those two young studs would be waiting outside for me. I know if they had been, my hard nipples would have encouraged them to give me another shot. And after my talk with Monica, I very well may have given in to their desires.

They were nowhere to be found, and as I drove out of the nearly empty lot, I thought. "It's a long season. I must keep my eyes open for those two and see if Monica was right.

The garage door closed quietly behind me, and I gathered up my purchases and walked into the kitchen. Barry had his head stuffed in the frig, looking for something.

"What is it half time?" I asked with a disgusted tone of voice.

He straightened up, holding a beer, and said. "End of the third. Gotta go." Then turned and disappeared downstairs.

I stood there in the kitchen thinking. "He's an idiot. I'm standing here with my nipples nearly tearing the material of my tank top. If he'd have just asked, I would have followed him downstairs and fucked him silly."

"Fuck you, Barry," I whispered so only I could hear.

I headed to the bedroom alone and rather horny. Once there, I stripped naked and, ...

... after brushing my hair, slipped under the cool white cotton sheets of our bed.

As I lay there stewing over my son of a bitch husband's ignorance, my mind returned to the mall and those two boys who had tried to pick me up.

My delicate fingers moved to my breasts and began softly massaging the warm, creamy flesh. My nipples returned to the erect state they had been earlier.

I imagined how different my night would have been had I given him more than a snowball's chance in hell and been more receptive to his comment about throwing a quickie into me.

My fingers slid down from my breasts toward the cleanly shaven mound of soft flesh above my pussy. I imagined his young hand sliding there and beyond.

I dipped my finger between the outer lips and found the moist warm folds of my pussy. With closed eyes, I fantasized about his middle finger slipping between those lips and finding an erect clitoris.

My finger found that nub of pleasure and began circling the hard bulb at the center.

In my mind's eye, I reached for his erection and slowly began rubbing the length of his stiff cock shaft with soft, delicate fingers.

I slipped a second finger between my swelling pussy lips to join the first at my hard clit.

As I became more and more intoxicated with the motion of my fingers, my mind raced with the idea of holding his throbbing cock naked in my hand.

The heat of youthful cock. The hardness of his shaft pressed against my palm. The soft, flaring flesh of his ...