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

    get your hard cock inside me and teach your little slut a lesson.” From then, I wasn’t paying attention to his obvious shock at the sudden transformation of his sweet girlfriend into a feisty, aggressive, sexual creature that he didn’t seem to recognize. He lifted me up off his lap, standing with me. I immediately started to pull at him, hooking my leg over his hip. “Come on, I want you to make me cum. I want to be your dirty girl tonight.” “You’re drunk,” he said with a laugh, although at the time, I didn’t notice his words were laden with apprehension. He had never seen me like this, clawing at him, trying to incite him. I wanted him to pull me onto the bed and take control of me, fuck me roughly, treat me like his personal fuck-doll. My explorations with that single night with Conrad and Tamara had me wanting more than our usual lovemaking that seemed more soothing than carnal or passionate. Our sex play was combative that night, me pushing for more, and him trying to temper the cagey desires that I had unexpectedly unleashed on him. By the morning, the blistering pain of my hangover headache was evident the moment I opened my eyes and moaned. I rolled towards him, and realized he was awake and watching me. “Feeling a bit of pain?” he asked. “Yes,” I sighed. “I guess I drank a little too much.” “No kidding. I was about to ask what you had done with my girlfriend last night. What gotten into you, Alison?” “What do you mean?” “Do you remember the things you were saying… and ...
    doing?” “Not… exactly. Why, what did I…?” But to my surprise he got out of bed, and I was left facing his back as he put on his boxers. He seemed edgy, as though my performance last night had jarred him, and not in a good way. He picked up the shirt on the floor, and I remembered breaking the buttons off it, wondering if he was still annoyed with me. Still not facing me, he spoke again. “Everything ok with you, Alison? I mean seriously.” His voice was tight, as though bracing himself for my response. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice feeling raw, and unconvincing. “You just don’t seem like yourself these days… And obviously, I’m wondering.” “Everything is fine,” I broke in, before he could continue asking me questions I didn’t want to answer. “I’m just… tired from work, and…I’m sorry, I guess I just drank too much last night.” He turned to look at me briefly, his eyes revealing a concern that went beyond what had happened between us last night. “I just feel like the more time you spend with Liana… the more you start to get negatively influenced by her. You’re not like her, Alison”. “I know that,” I said softly, still trying to reaffirm this in my own mind. I didn’t know what else to say to him. He seemed to understand our conversation was at a standstill as well, and he just shrugged and walked out of the bedroom. Our relationship seemed at a precipice. I had to recommit myself to the life I knew, or else run the risk of losing what had been most important to me up until that one ...
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