Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Three Part 1 - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Three Part 1

... get to know each other. I shouldn't assume that meeting him for the first time in a motel room would lead to sex, even though I hoped it would. It has been four days since I met Jerry; to be honest, I was craving a big hard cock inside me again.

I clicked on reply and typed, "Stephen, I have no problem with meeting privately tomorrow. I know the Frontier, and I'll wear something extra sexy so you can take some photos for me. I'm already feeling very excited about seeing you. Thanks, Dianna." I clicked send but instantly realized I hadn't given him my cell number and sent a second message with my number.

I opened his intimate photo again, sat back in my chair, and studied the image. Even though the reflected image wasn't all that clear, I could tell that his bulbous mushroom-shaped cock head would feel wonderful sliding over my lips, tongue, and into my moist throat. Since he'd admitted that his wife finds oral sex distasteful, I knew that tomorrow afternoon, I'd be pleasuring him with my mouth, and to be honest, I was looking forward to having his full cock head pierce my sphincter and sink deep inside my asshole. I smiled, thinking that perhaps Stephen would become the man who could satisfy my desires often.

Paul was sitting in the family room, reading the newspaper, when I finally went downstairs. I poured myself an iced tea and joined him but didn't speak.

"I'm sorry about earlier," He finally said.

I glanced at him, half-smiled, and replied, "It's no big ...

... deal. I'm accustomed to providing for myself."

"I was kinda tired after mowing the lawn, and after the way you got me off, I just relaxed and dozed off," He said, trying to make an excuse for not returning the favor.

I laughed and replied, "That's funny because you sure as hell didn't look relaxed while you painted my face with cum."

He turned toward me and said, "If you'd like, we can go to bed early and..”

"That's not gonna happen, Paul. You had your chance to taste my sweet pussy and blew it," I interrupted.

I guess my comment pissed him off some because he said, "I suppose that sometime next week, you'll be finding a glory hole and sucking off any cock that comes along."

"That is a distinct possibility," I instantly shot back.

His anger grew as he replied, "You're turning into quite a little cum slut, Dianna."

I just smiled at him, which pissed him off even more.

"I'm going to bed," he said as he got up and left me alone in the family room.

I turned on the television, but my mind was focused on my Sunday afternoon tryst with Stephen. I had promised to wear something sexy so he could take pictures. The problem is that I don't have any sexy lingerie. In my mind, white cotton panties and bras don't qualify as sexy lingerie.

Unlike my first encounter with Jerry when we met in a public place tomorrow, I'd have the opportunity to appear more sensual, giving Stephen something to lock in his memory for hopefully a very long time. Next week, I'd have ...