1. The Escort and the Dirty Conscience


    Date: 3/30/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Bi-sexual, Erotica, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Threesome, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    exhausted to be bothered interrogating me any further. “Fucking cocaine”, she whined, quickly forgetting my clumsy attempts to convince her I was still innocent to the underhanded workings of one of her best clients. She smiled at me. “Thanks Alison, for bailing me out of this afternoon. Although I’m sure your bank account is thanking me regardless of how much you try to convince me you didn’t get off on the whole experience.” She looked down at me again, only this time I felt her eyes lingering in a softer way on the swell of my breasts, and then traveling down the outline of my naked body, barely concealed by the perfumed bathwater. I thought she might be looking for evidence of the kind of sex play I might have just indulged in, but I realized it wasn’t quite that. She was… looking at me. Suddenly I felt more naked than I had before. I knew Liana was bisexual, but she had always considered me a prude by her standards. She had always regarded me as a little sister, but there was something different about her eyes in that moment. They wandered over my curves with unhurried appreciation, quickly increasing my level of discomfort. Her full strawberry lips curled up in a smile, and she dipped one long finger into the bathwater, ever so close to my thigh, and then dragged it slowly around the form of my body while I held my breath. “Did you cum tonight?” she teased. I didn’t know how to answer, afraid my admission would make her realize I had liked the entire experience a ...
    little too much. Finally I exhaled, and found my voice. “No.” I knew she didn’t believe me because she just let out a low chuckle and reluctantly stood up. “I’m going to bed Alison,” she sighed. “I’ll leave you to your recollections.” “I’m not recollecting,” I cried nervously. “I’m trying to forget!” She laughed again and then turned her head back to look at me, her blue eyes dancing with a kind of bemused knowing. “Yeah…that’s what I said too, after I turned my first trick”. My heart was pounding. I felt flushed with the heat of the bath water; dizzy from the rush of emotions I had been experiencing all night. And I was frightened that after all my conservative upbringing, and my meticulous commitment to education and a desire for a life I could be proud of… perhaps in the end, I was more like Liana than I ever wanted to imagine I could be. In the days that passed, I tried to wipe my mind clean of the filthy memories of that Saturday night. In some instances I thought I was having some measure of success. I got back into my old routine of waitressing at the restaurant during my evenings, and spending my days off with Seth. When I was around him, I forced myself to stay in the present, and to not let my mind wander to where it always seemed to want to go. Life seemed so different after my little adventure… so… benign. There was nothing to make my blood race or set me up on that sexual high I was starting to unconsciously crave. I held tight to Seth’s hand as we crossed the dark ...
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