Diary of a High Price Escort Ch. 20

Once I'd settled on one of the chaise lounges, my elderly neighbor Chuck peered over the fence and said, "Morning Margaret."

Oh, shit I thought, I really wasn't in the mood to deal with him first thing today, but being the friendly neighbor I replied, "Morning Chuck."

"Having your morning coffee?" He asked the silly question.

"Uh huh," I replied.

He began walking toward the gate that led to his front yard and as he opened it said, "Have a cup for a friendly neighbor?"

What a lecherous old fuck I thought, he's going to just invite himself so he can stare at my tits. As he approached I waved my hand toward the house and said, "Help yourself."

A couple of minutes later he pulled up a chair and sat down beside me. "Where's the little woman this morning?" I asked.

"Visiting her sister," He answered.

I hadn't bothered to close my robe completely and as he answered his eyes dropped to my succulent cleavage.

"Really Chuck," I commented letting him know I caught him staring at my tits.

His eyes returned to mine as he asked, "Didn't see you this weekend, were you out of town again?"

I thought about giving him some of the juicy details of my weekend fucking and sucking Ken and his son, but decided not to encourage him and just replied, "Yes."

His eyes again moved down to enjoy the view of my tits and I scolded him saying, "What makes you think you can just come over here and stare at my tits like that?"

He didn't look up as he replied, "Well, we did have a thing."

His remark enraged me and I snapped back, "You call having me suck your cock a thing!" As I spoke the word thing I raised my hands and formed quotation marks with my fingers.

He continued staring at my chest which further angered me and as I spoke I ran one hand down the front of my robe and exposed everything he wanted to stare at as I said, "Well get a real good look Chuck cause it'll most likely be the last time you get to see this sexy body."

His eyes grew to the size of saucers as I spread my legs giving him a perfect view of my cunt.

"Margaret..." he began to say but I interrupted him saying, "You had your slimy, old cock sucked by the best cocksucker on the planet and you want to call it a thing."

He was dumbfounded but continued staring at my naked body.

"That's it Chuckie, get a really good look cause in a few weeks you'll have to deal with my ex-husband because he's taking the house from me," I said.

"You're moving?" He asked the obvious question.

"That's right, but maybe after a little time, you'll be able to get his slut girlfriend Connie to suck your cock," I remarked.

I stood up and flaunted my big soft tits in his face and said, "Finish your coffee then get the fuck back on your own side of the fence." I closed my robe and walked inside the house thinking at least my clients don't want their cocks sucked for free.

I needed to get out of the house, everything about it seemed to make me angry this morning, so I decided to get dressed and do a little car shopping.

I put on a pair of jeans a loose-fitting sweater and a pair of flat sandals. As I backed the Benz out of the garage, I thought maybe I should beat the hell out of this car so when Barry takes it from me he'll have a hefty repair bill to pay.

I headed across town to what's called the Auto Mile a stretch where most of the new car dealerships are located. I lied to most of the sales persons that approached me telling them I was shopping to buy my daughter a nice used car. I certainly wasn't ready to buy just yet but I wanted to get a feel for what kind of cost I'd be looking at. Most of the cars I was shown were a model year or two older and had what I was told was low mileage all of them carried a price tag that in my opinion was way too high.

After a couple hours of dealing with car salespeople, I decided to concentrate on some of the used car lots on the fringe of the Auto Mile. I pulled into a lot that had a small selection of sporty looking models it was called Rusty's Used Cars. A lone salesman appeared from the shed-sized office and approached me wearing a wide smile. "I'm Phil, and you are?" He asked as he extended his hand.

Phil appeared to be in his mid-fifties, a rather handsome man with a deep tan. His salt and pepper hair, while wavy, wasn't overly long. He did have a little bit of a beer belly which I'm certain was a result of too many days sitting in his office. He was dressed in a pair of tailored jeans and a light blue, long-sleeved, dress shirt that he had rolled the sleeves up to just below his elbow.

I accepted his handshake as I said, "I'm Angel."

His smile reappeared as he replied, "Yes you are," which to me was a clear indication that he found me attractive.

"I'll take that as a compliment," I replied carefully watching his eyes for a reaction that I didn't find his comment about me being an angel offensive.

Phil turned his attention to my Benz saying, "Can I assume you're not looking to trade in this sweet little number?"

I decided to be honest with this rather sexy guy and said, "Oh no, my soon to be ex-husband is taking it in the divorce settlement."

"He must be brain dead divorcing such an attractive lady like you Angel," he answered.

I just smiled at his remark that I was attractive.

"So, you need to get into a new ride, how soon are you losing the Benz?" Phil asked.

I moved a little closer to him as I answered, "Hopefully within a month."

"Why don't we take a walk and see if anything I have strikes your fancy," Phil suggested.

"I'd like that," I answered as we started walking along the row of cars he had to offer.

Phil had maybe a dozen or so cars for sale and as we looked them over he gave me all the details of each model including his best price. I didn't really see anything that I'd be interested in, but his prices seemed very reasonable.

As we walked back toward my car I said, "Nothing strikes my fancy, but I can stop back sometime next week to see if you got anything new in."

I figured he'd just let me drive off, but the salesman in him kicked in as he said, "You know Angel, I go to the auction every Friday why don't we go sit down and you can tell me exactly what it is you'd like in a quality used car. I can keep an eye open for something you might like, there'd be no commitment on your part to buy something that I purchase at the auction and bring back to my lot."

I was warming up to his friendly and useful manner and figured what the hell it doesn't hurt to have a car dealer looking for what I'd like. "You'd do that for me?" I asked.

"Happy to," Phil instantly answered.

I smiled at him and placed one hand on his forearm just below the fold of his shirt sleeve.

"Why don't we have a seat in my office," he suggested his strong hand lightly touching mine.

I instantly regretted not wearing something a little sexier, because I was strangely attracted to this fiftyish man.

I didn't move my hand until Phil reached for the doorknob, he pushed the door open and waved me inside. His office, if you could call it that, was little more then a closet, there was an old school teacher desk along the back wall with just enough room to fit a desk chair between. A couple feet inside there were two wooden chairs that faced the desk. A single two drawer file cabinet against the end wall served as his coffee maker table. There was an old looking corkboard mounted on the other wall with hooks that held the keys for his inventory. The remaining space on the walls had pictures or posters thumbtacked to the painted wood paneling.

"Would you like a coffee," Phil asked as he closed the door behind us.

I followed him over to the file cabinet as I replied, "Yes that would be nice."

He poured coffee into two paper cups and as he handed one to me said, "Cream or sugar?"

I lifted the cup to my lips and took a sip, it was only lukewarm and tasted very bitter. I suspected he had brewed the pot earlier in the morning.

"I'm good," I said knowing I wouldn't be drinking any more of his burnt coffee.

"Have a seat," Phil said pointing toward one of the chairs facing his desk.

I sat down and crossed my legs, at least I could show him my sexy toenails poking from my sandals.

Phil picked up a small pocket size notebook from his desk, then sat down on the chair next to me. He flipped to a fresh page and jotted my name at the top.

"Tell me what kind of car you see yourself in?" Phil asked.

I thought for a moment then said, "I'd like a red sporty model with leather seats, something that isn't too hard to get in and out of."

Phil made some notes on the page then turned a little toward me. I could tell he was checking out my looks and I grinned wondering if he still found me attractive.

"Why is it important that your car be easy to get in and out of?" He asked.

I flipped my hair to one side and smiled widely at him before saying, "You see, I very seldom wear jeans and sandals, I'm actually more comfortable in a short skirt and stilettos, climbing out of one of those low to the ground sports cars wouldn't make me look very ladylike."

Phil made a couple more notes on his pad, then stood up and turned to face me with his back to the desk.

"Okay, I think a flashy red SUV with black leather interior should fit the bill quite nicely." He suggested.

This time his eyes roamed down from my face to my chest, then to the form-fitting denim covering my legs. I was certain he was imagining what my legs would look like in a short skirt and stilettos.

"That sounds good, but do you think you'll be able to find such a car at the auction?" I asked.

"No problem, they're a dime a dozen I can have just what you're looking for here on Saturday," Phil replied.

I moved my hand to my chin like I was thinking then asked, "But what about the price?"

"Not a problem, I'm sure you'll be happy with the price and if it's more than you wanted to spend we'll work something out." He replied with a grin on his lips.

His demeanor from the moment I pulled into his lot until he admitted we could work something out all led me to the same conclusion. I wanted his hard cock buried inside me. I stood up and walked to the door, turned the deadbolt and flipped the "OPEN" sign to "CLOSED". I pulled the smoke-stained shades down on the windows on either side of the door.

When I turned around, I saw Phil had a huge smile on his face. As I undid the clasp that held my jeans tightly around my waist, I said, "I think I should give you an incentive to find me the perfect car."

He stood up, leaned against the desk and placed his hands on the edge on either side of his body and watched as I slipped my sandals off and while slowly walking towards him slid my zipper down.

Once I reached him I rose up onto the balls of my feet and wrapped my arms around his neck, giving him a light kiss on the mouth. His hands moved from their resting place on the desk and slipped inside the waistband of my jeans, sliding down over my naked ass cheeks.

I cooed softly as he gave my ass a gentle squeeze. "I love wearing sexy underwear," I said as his fingers found the thin strip of fabric running between my ass cheeks.

I left one hand resting on his shoulder using my long sexy nails to tease his wavy hair but ran the other down over his chest and his paunchy belly to his crotch. Through his jeans, I couldn't tell much about his cock other than the fact that it had already started to grow.

We were staring into one another's eyes as I stretched up again to kiss his mouth more passionately than before my tongue probing between his parted lips.

I started stroking his cock through the fabric. It didn't feel overly large but nonetheless, his cock became rock hard as I teased it through his jeans. His hands continued to knead the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, occasionally sliding one hand down through the crack, first to my asshole, then continued to my cunt which was getting wetter by the minute.

"I want this hard cock inside me," I said as I tried to undo his belt buckle.

Phil apparently wanted the same thing he turned around and slid behind me pressing my abdomen against the hard edge of his desk. His hands slipped under my sweater and up onto the fabric of my bra. He squeezed my big, soft tits several times, then lifted my sweater over my head turning it inside out as he stripped the garment from my body.

"You've got beautiful tits," He said as his hands returned to the soft flesh oozing over the cups of my bra.

I pressed my ass back against his loins, feeling his rock-hard cock through two layers of denim.

Phil continued playing with my tits, sliding his fingers across the exposed flesh, then moving down to squeeze the luscious orbs still confined in my bra.

"Touch my nipples," I urge wanting him to unleash my big, soft tits.

He hooked his fingers under the edge of my lacy cups and pulled them down hooking the fabric under my breasts. His hands slid up and covered my erect nipples, then slowly moved his fingertips in to tweak the hard nubs at the center.

I moaned deeply as his hands covered and played with my sensitive nipples.

"God, I want your cock!" I excitedly said.

He abandoned my big, soft tits and moved both hands to my waist, in a moment his strong hands pushed my jeans down to mid-thigh exposing my soft ass and thong covered cunt.

I felt his hands slid off my body and knew he was unleashing his rock-hard cock.

A moment later I felt it, his fully erect cock slapped against my ass. He moved one strong hand to the center of my back, just above my bra strap, and pushed me down, bending me over his desk. He began sliding his cock between the cheeks of my ass.

"Yes, that's it gimme that hard cock," I pleaded.

I felt one finger hook under the thin strip of fabric holding my thong to my loins before pulling the garment out of his way. His hand grabbed his hard cock and brought the head to my lips. In an instant he impaled my wet cunt, slamming his cock balls deep inside me.

I squealed with sheer delight at the force he used to enter my cunt. One second he was outside and the next he was totally buried in the searing, hot flesh of my cunt.

His hands grasped my hips and he began pounding me with his totally erect hard cock, his balls slapping against me each time he drove it home.

"Geez, your cunt is so fuckin' tight," Phil exclaimed as my flesh molded to the shape of his cock.

His thrusts inside took on a deliberate pace and I stretched my arms across his desk grabbing the edge so I could push my loins back toward him as he pounded my tight, wet cunt.

Apparently, Phil either liked or was accustomed to a quick wham-bam-thank you mam kind of fuck because he started driving his cock into me with a quickening pace.

"I'm gonna cum!" He exclaimed as I felt his rock-hard cock swell inside me.

"Give it to me I want your hot sauce," I said urging him to empty his balls of every drop of thick cum they could provide.

With a hearty groan his orgasm started, his cock spurted thick wads of cum into my quivering, wet cunt and instantly our fucking took on a splashing kind of sound. His balls produced more cum than my tight cunt could hold and I felt it oozing from me and running down my legs and soaking into my jeans.

Phil pulled out and took a step back. I knew he was surveying the damage, watching as my tight cunt oozed his thick, creamy cum.

I straightened up and instantly turned to face him, his face was covered with a shimmering coat of sweat and his eyes told me he was amazed at what had just happened.

I grasped his slippery cock as I crouched before him and said, "Let me clean this big cock up." I took his cock head between my lips and sucked hard on the flaring head trying to elicit that final droplet of cum that always remains inside a man's cock after he's shot his load. My eyes focused up at him as he watched me suck and lick his cock clean of our combined juices.

Once I was satisfied that I'd recovered every drop possible, I stood up and looked him straight in the eyes and said. "If you find me that perfect car, I'll give you the best deep throat blowjob you've ever had."

He just smiled.

I pulled the cups of my bra back up over my big, soft tits, then reached down and yanked my jeans back over my hips. Phil reached for and handed me my sweater which I turned right side out then slipped over my head.

After my sweater was back in place, I saw that Phil hadn't moved. His jeans and jockey shorts were still hallway down his legs and his softening cock was dangling towards the floor. I picked up his notepad and wrote my phone number down as I said, "Give me a call when you're ready to have me deep throat this awesome cock."

"Trust me I will," Phil said as he began the process of covering his soft cock with clothes.

Five minutes later I was back in my Benz and cruising across town satisfied that I wouldn't have to deal with any other car salespeople.

To be continued...