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

    up to me authoritatively and pushed me backwards until I had stumbled up against the long leather lined desk. “This is part of her game Elliot. She’s a whore and she doesn’t want to admit it to herself. She just needs to be convinced.” I winced at her words and let out a gasp of alarm as she pressed me back against the desk, until I was forced up and partially onto it. Liana smiled at me in the darkness without sympathy and put both hands on my bare thighs. She slid them purposefully upwards, bunching the white silk of my dress up until I had to move before she ripped it as she worked it up around my waist. “Such a pretty little jeweled thong you wore,” she grinned. “Are you sure you weren’t expecting someone else to be admiring it tonight?” “No,” I whispered, feeling tears spring to my eyes. “You know why I’m here. It wasn’t for this.” “Plans change Alison,” she said matter-of-factly and then to my surprise, she slid down to her knees, roughly parting my legs while I gripped the edge of the desk to steady myself. Elliot watched the scene unfold from over her shoulder, and he instinctively began stroking his cock. “Look at how delicious this little snatch is,” Liana purred. “I’ve been wanting a taste of it since she moved in with me, Elliot.” “I have no doubt”, he agreed. “I’ll enjoy having a lot more than a taste of it tonight. Why don’t you warm her up Liana.” My jaw was partially agape, not quite believing that my friend was bent over at the waist, surveying my pussy ...
    with a kind of interest she obviously was not just faking for her client. She rubbed my clit through the sheer white thong that was suddenly soaking wet. I couldn’t help myself. The entire scene both terrified and aroused me at the same time. Her long tongue slithered out from between her soft lips and began to lick at the wet centre of my panties. Her tongue went back and forth in long easy strokes while I held my breath, still in disbelief at what was happening. Her tongue was hard and probing and it slid around the fabric until it was against my trembling clit, circling it and undulating against it until I was struggling to contain the little gasps that threatened to erupt from my throat. I didn’t want to enjoy it, and I certainly didn’t want her to think I was, as she eagerly ate my pussy with an expert tongue. I tried to squirm away from her, but she held my thighs tightly. I could feel her long nails digging into either side of my hips so that there was no escape from her hungry mouth. I started breathing harder and faster as I brought one hand up to my mouth, biting on the knuckle to prevent my strangled moans. “You like that don’t you,” Elliot said with a smile, coming up beside me to run his hands down the back of my head, twining in my long blond hair. “You like how it feels to have your best friend sucking your clit like that. Does it make you feel dirty?” “Yes,” I gasped, finally releasing the moans at her expert skills as she tongue fucked my wet hole over and over ...
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