Sara Part II - Sex Stories

Sara Part II

... this Sara?” “Yes.” “Hi Sara I was given your name and number by a friend. Said you might be available for some company?” I gave him my room number and we agreed for him to come over at 3 that afternoon. At 2:45 he knocked at my door. My stomach was in a knot and at war with my salivating pussy. I wanted to get laid and I needed the money but at the same time I was extremely nervous. After all this man was a complete stranger. The only link between him and I was Mr. Piedmont and I was more than certain that if something went wrong Mr. Piedmont would side with him. Never the less I opened the door and greeted him with a smile. He was very handsome, older, probably in his 40’s, dressed really nice and smelled amazing. “Sara?” his eyes scanned me from head to toe and there was a certain excitement in the air. It was like I could sense not only his approval but also his lust. “Yes, hi….Come in. Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?” I wasn’t skilled in the usual goings on of a whore so I decided to play it as if I this was just a regular visit. “I have scotch, vodka, beer?” “Oh, scotch would be nice. Thank you.” I could feel his eyes watch as I swayed to my dresser where I kept a few of those tiny bottles of liquor that I found in a room. I was still nervous but it was fading and in it’s place was an increased arousal. I knew that soon this man would be inside me, fucking me, paying me to get him off and that notion only fueled me. “Hope you don’t mind that I’m early. My ...

... meeting didn’t last as long as I expected.” I handed him his drink and sat down on his lap. “MMMM I don’t mind one bit.” he took a sip from his drink and let his eyes roam my young body. I chose to wear the only lingerie I owned, Daddy’s friend had bought it for me after the first night he fucked me. It was this powder blue baby doll nightie with matching thong, a pair of black fishnet thigh high stockings and a pair of heels. “Well Piedmont wasn’t exaggerating, you are one sexy girl.” he flashed me a wicked grin while his hand stroked the bit of bare thigh between the bottom of my nightie and the top of my fishnets. “MMMMM I’m glad that you like what you see.” I was stalling. Not because I didn’t want to do this but rather because I wasn’t really sure how to get started. “So am I your first client of the day?” his hand was working closer and closer to my moist slit. “You’re my only client for the day.” I smiled at him. “Good. This may take a while.” and he pulled me close, his lips mashed against mine. Instinct took over and I darted my tongue into his mouth. I felt his finger tracing my slit through my panties. I moved so that I was fully straddling him, his bulge grinding against my mound. I felt his large hands clamp onto my ass. “Fuck you have an amazing ass.” he moaned. “MMMM wait until you see it from behind.” I teased. His lips moved to my neck and one hand pawed at my small tits. I moaned and ground my needy pussy down on him harder. “You should get those pants off ...