1. The Escort and the Dirty Conscience


    Date: 9/14/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Bi-sexual, Erotica, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Threesome, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

    smiled with satisfaction at my response. She pulled her fingers out of me and then smeared them across my lips so that I could taste my juices on my fingers. I tried to turn my face away but she was too fast. “Easy there princess,” she murmured. “I’ve heard you can be feisty. But I looks forward to seeing it for myself.” “I’m not fucking you Liana,” I bit back. “I’m not into women.” “You will be after tonight,” she said sweetly. “Let’s go.” She took my hand firmly in hers. Liana was taller than I was, and although she had a model’s body, she certainly had the strength advantage over my smaller dancer’s build. Resisting her would be an exercise in futility. I didn’t even know where I was. I was over an hour’s drive from the city. And I was in a strange house, with even stranger people. And the idea of Liana ruining what I had with Seth, had my adrenaline racing. I had no doubt she would do it. She had nothing to lose. She assertively led me up the dual staircase, down a long hallway of closed doors, to the darkened room that was awaiting us. I felt like a lamb being led to the slaughter, completely uncertain as to what fate had in store for me, and unable to change the course of events that were about to unfold. I tentatively let my gaze wander around the darkened room. There was a fire burning in the fireplace… crackling, and throwing an uneven lick of warm orange light around the room. Directly across from us, a lamp was suddenly turned on and I jolted to see the outline of ...
    a naked man. It was Elliot, standing brazenly in front of us. As he walked towards us, I cold see his long hard cock bobbing stiffly in front of him. He was all lean muscle, and had the kind of body that shouldn’t have necessitated him using an escort service. Clearly he could have any woman with his looks and money. Unless what he wanted was something most women were not interested in giving. “Mmmm…. Elliot. You got ready without us,” Liana teased, holding tightly to my hand as though she knew I was in danger of bolting from the room. “My imagination got away from me,” he admitted with a smile, taking a sip of the snifter of cognac he was holding in one hand. He set it down on the long desk in front of an ornate wall of bookshelves. I realized we were in the library. The firelight danced off the rich dark walls, and leather club chairs. “Look how innocent she looks, all dressed in white,” Elliot smirked. “So scared. Darling, surely you’re not afraid of me, are you.” I didn’t know how to respond. I could feel my knees clicking nervously together. Somehow this situation had me far more uncertain than that night with Conrad. I realized the variable responsible for this anxiety was Liana. My roommate and friend seemed like she had transformed into someone I no longer recognized. There was an arrogant confidence to her, at ease in her element, and the way she licked her lips, as she looked me, making me realize she had been waiting for this night for quite some time. Liana walked ...
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