Diary of a High Price Escort Book One - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book One

... game with me?" Barry asked without looking away from the television.

I stepped into his line of sight and placed my hands on my hips. "Barry, I thought I'd come down and create my own blowout," I said.

From his overstuffed leather chair, Barry's eyes scanned down over my form. He licked his lips while I slowly undid the fifth and sixth buttons of my blouse and slipped the silky fabric off my shoulders. My blouse fell to the floor in a puddle of silk, and I'm sure that had the men in striped shirts been there, I'd have been flagged for illegal motion as I closed the distance between myself and my husband sitting in his chair.

I slipped one leg between his and pushed sideways. Barry spread his legs and asked. "If you're trying to distract me, Margaret, it's working," Barry commented.

I smiled and slid my hands to the waistband of my slacks. Undoing the clasp, I turned around and slowly peeled the white material over my ass, exposing my perfectly tanned ass cheeks and the minuscule creamy lines where my thong had protected my flesh from the sun.

I held the waistband of my slacks and bent at the waist until my garment was pooled on the floor around my shoes.

Stepping out of my slacks, I placed my feet further apart and slowly straightened up, sliding my spread-fingered hands up the back of my legs until they crossed my ass.

Turning again to face my husband, I leaned forward and jiggled my tits for him. He loves when I tease him with my tits, and I gave my ...

... shoulders an extra shake making sure I wasn't going to lose his attention.

Barry grinned and asked. "And exactly what did you have in mind, Margaret?"

I knelt between his legs and placed one forearm on each thigh. "How about a little unsportsmanlike conduct?" I asked.

Barry smiled and lifted his plate from his lap, placing it on the end table beside his big leather chair. His hands came to rest on the wide armrests, and his eyes concentrated on me instead of the gridiron action on the big screen behind me.

I slid my hands in unison up the inside of his thighs, and Barry reacted by sliding a little front on the seat. One delicate hand found a growing bulge in his trousers, which I slowly massaged under the fabric.

His cock swelled under my gentle massage, tenting his trousers in front.

"How about a different kind of blowout?" I asked as my deft fingers undid the belt buckle and waist button of his slacks.

Barry smiled and said. "You have my undivided attention, Margaret."

I pulled the tiny zipper tab down and slipped one hand inside. "You won't penalize me for illegal use of hands, will you, baby?"

"Not a chance, Margaret," Barry said as he lifted his hips and pushed his pants down to his knees.

My husband's cock isn't what I'd call huge when erect it’s a little over five inches; however, when aroused, his cock becomes so very hard, and what it may lack in length, it makes up for in girth. When he fucks me, it stretches my pussy tightly around it, ...