Diary of a High Price Escort Book One - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book One

... sensitive corona as my fingers sensually slid over it time and time again.

My fingers slipped down and deep into the wet searing heat of my completely alive pussy. Involuntarily, my hips began moving against my fingers.

I could almost feel him as he positioned his body over mine. His strong hands pressed my thighs apart, spreading me open to accept his blood-engorged cock.

A third finger joined the first two, and my hips began to move faster and faster as I fingered my soaking wet, twitching pussy closer and closer to orgasm.

My fantasy continued. His taut cock head touched my pussy lips, and I spread myself wider in anticipation of his first lustful plunge inside.

And then he was inside. In one mighty youthful thrust, his rock-hard cock was buried to the hilt. Throbbing, pulsing twitching inside my searing hot, soaking wet pussy.

"Fuck me!" I whispered, imagining my youthful lover was there to hear my plea.

My fingers, in a blaze of erotic motion, brought me to an incredible climax. My pussy flooded with juices. Spear after incredible spear of pleasure shot from my loins up into my brain, where I imagined my wonderful college boy fucking me until he filled my cunt with his boiling, thick salty-tasting cum.

As my orgasm subsided, I slid my fingers to my mouth and licked the sweet juices from them. It was going to be a long football season. As I fell asleep, I almost couldn't wait until the next game.

Friday was a dreary, stormy day. I had wanted to ...

... put on my skimpy bikini and spend the afternoon by the pool. Instead, I wasted the afternoon thinking about my brief encounter with those college boys, my conversation with Monica, and how upset I was about the start of another boring season.

I used to enjoy football games. Hell, I was a cheerleader in college, so I spent a lot of time with the team, traveling on buses to away games. I never considered myself a prude, having my fair share of boyfriends in high school and college. I was trendy back then.

Barry and I married a year before he passed the bar and have been married for 14 years. We decided early on that we didn't want children, but his brothers and sisters provided a long list of nieces and nephews to Christmas shop for.

Friday evening, after dinner, Barry and I attended his nephew's high school game. I enjoy going to high school football games. I can watch the cheerleaders, and Barry can watch the game.

While we were driving home, I asked. "What games are you planning on watching this weekend, hun?"

"There's a college kickoff doubleheader on ESPN tomorrow, and Sunday evening is the bird's final preseason game," Barry replied.

"Okay," I answered.

"Margaret, I hope you're not too upset with me. You know how much I love football,” Barry said.

He's probably the only man besides my dad who calls me Margaret. To everyone else, I'm either Peg or Peggy.

"I know, baby. I hope you don't expect me to stick around the house while you're in your man ...