Diary of a High Price Escort Ch. 27

Blake helped me with my chair, placing his hand on my shoulder as I slid my chair closer to the small table.

As he sat down across from me, Maria asked, "Any change in your order for tonight?"

"I don't think so," he answered.

"Very good; I'll have your wine selection in a moment. Would you like the appetizer now?" Maria asked.

"Give us a few minutes," Blake said.

Maria moved away, and I smiled at him before asking, "You've ordered our food?"

"Yes, I hope you like calamari. They make a delicious calamari alfredo." He mentioned.

I'm not a huge fan of squid, but since he'd taken the time to place our order, I decided to trust his judgment.

"I'm sure I'll love it," I answered.

A handsome young man approached with our wine. "Mr. Harper, can I confirm you ordered Chateau Ste Michelle Chardonnay?" he said.

"That's correct," Blake replied.

The wine steward poured a small amount of our wine into Blake's glass; after bringing the glass to his nose so he could test the fragrance, he took a sip. "It's fine," he said.

Our glasses were filled, and the bottle was placed in a cradle of ice, "Please let me know if you need anything else," he said.

Before leaving our table, the steward pulled a lighter from his vest pocket and lit the candle in the middle of our table.

"They know you well here," I commented.

"I'm kind of a regular," Blake replied.

I took a sip of wine. "This is lovely," I remarked.

Blake smiled as he enjoyed a sip of his wine.

He stretched his arm toward me, turning his palm up inviting me to place my hand in his.

As I took his hand, Blake asked, "Have you enjoyed yourself today?"

"I have, hopefully, the best is yet to come," I answered with a sexy grin on my lips.

"Whatever do you mean?" he asked.

I stretched my leg toward him and, as I ran my sexy stiletto along his calf, said, "I expect to join the mile-high club later."

He smiled at me, confirming I'd become the newest member during our flight back to DC.

Our waitress arrived with the first course, a colorful antipasto platter, and a small basket of assorted diner rolls and breadsticks. "Enjoy your appetizer," she said as she placed the food on our table.

"Dig in," Blake said as he stabbed a ripe olive with his fork.

In the past, I've often used food to entice a man while dining, bringing thoughts of what pleasures he was in store for to his mind. I lifted a thin breadstick to my lips and slowly ran the tip over my shimmering lips before opening my mouth and placing the end on my tongue.

Blake watched intently as I teased the food with my mouth and smiled when I bit the end off.

"You know Angel; you have such a sexy mouth," he remarked.

Over the next few minutes, I teased him with several items from our antipasto, each juicy bite meant to suggest that my sexy mouth is also very talented.

The waitress returned with our main course, and after placing our dinner plates in front of us, asked, "Are you finished with the appetizer"?

I smiled at her and answered, "Please leave it."

"Can I refresh your drinks?" she asked.

Blake nodded yes, and after filling our wine glasses, she smiled and said, "Enjoy your dinner."

"This alfredo sauce is to die for," Blake commented as he twirled his fork, collecting some pasta.

I stabbed a piece of calamari and lifted it to my mouth. It tasted wonderful, perfectly cooked, tender, and moist.

After swallowing my first bite, I admitted, "I'm not a big fan of squid, but this tastes wonderful."

Blake smiled and continued eating.

It was an immaculate meal, and we both cleaned our plates completely.

As we finished, an older Italian gentleman in a chef's coat approached our table.

"Blake, it's so good to see you. How was your meal?" he said.

Blake smiled at him and then said, "Geno, you've outdone yourself tonight. That was the sweetest calamari I had in a long time."

Geno was either the head chef or owner of La Scala, and I smiled broadly at him as he turned his attention to me.

"Geno, please meet Angel; she's my escort tonight," Blake remarked.

"It's a pleasure, my dear," Geno said as he extended his hand toward me.

As Geno shook my hand, I noticed his eyes drop to enjoy the view of my sensuous cleavage. It was a quick glance but confirmed this older Italian had a thing for healthy tits.

"Can I offer you dessert?" he asked, turning his attention from my chest back to Blake.

Blake glanced at me and said, "Geno's wife makes the best cheesecake in Savannah."

I grinned at him and replied, "I shouldn't; I'm watching my sweets."

"Indulge yourself, Angel," Geno said, trying to convince me to taste his wife's specialty.

Blake laughed and offered, "You can work off the calories later, Angel."

"How can I resist two so convincing gentlemen," I said.

Geno turned toward the door, snapped his fingers, summoning our waitress, and as she appeared in the doorway said, "They'll have the cheesecake."

As she cleared our dinner plates, she said, "I'll return with your desserts in a moment."

Geno offered his hand to Blake and, as they shook, said, "Please come see us again soon."

"Every time I'm in town, my friend," he replied.

"He's a wonderful man," I remarked after Geno had left the room.

"And a long-time friend," Blake added.

Our cheesecake arrived, a rather dainty slice, in my opinion. But when I tasted it, I understood the portion size. It was the richest tasting cheesecake I've ever had, silky smooth with a light, fluffy graham cracker crust.

"This is marvelous," I remarked after swallowing my second bite.

"As I said, the best in Savannah," he said.

We finished in short order, and to be honest, I could have eaten a second helping, but I had other things on my mind.

Our waitress returned, "I have your receipt, Mr. Harper. We made a charge to your corporate account."

"Very good," Blake replied.

He slipped the receipt into his breast pocket and stepped behind my chair. As I stood, I wrapped my arms around his neck, gave him a friendly kiss on the lips, and then said, "Thank you so much for a lovely meal."

He placed his hands on my hips, drew me tightly against his body, and replied, "Thank you for the wonderful company."

As we walked toward the front, he kept his hand in the small of my back, acting like a perfect gentleman, but once we were alone in the back seat of his SUV, his hands became more aggressive. At first, he fondled my breasts through the fabric of my dress and bra, and then his hands moved to my jawline, holding my face firmly between his palms as he leaned to kiss me; this was no friendly kiss; it was a deep passionate French kiss his tongue probing between my lips. This kiss left me breathless, panting, and wanting more.

I moved my hands to his face and offered my tongue through parted lips. Blake suckled my tongue with his lips and moved one hand to the hem of my dress.

As his hand slid along my silk-covered thigh, I broke our kiss momentarily to say, "Feel how wet I am."

I moaned into his mouth as his fingers reached their goal, curled beneath the tiny triangle of satin covering my loins, and dipped into the warm wet flesh of my cunt.

I broke our passionate kiss and urged him, "Finger me."

His fingers moved with skilled dexterity, finding and caressing my most sensitive spots.

"Don't stop," I pleaded as my breath came in short lustful gasps, and my loins began to tingle.

Blake had my dress hiked nearly to my waist, and his feverish finger fucking lifted me to the edge of ecstasy.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped.

My throaty moans signaled the start of an incredible orgasm. Tiny spirals of pleasure shot along my spine into my brain. In a moment, he'd turned me into a climatic mass of quivering lust.

His lips captured mine once again, and he probed my mouth as deeply as his finger probed my loins.

As my climax waned, his fingers slowed but continued swirling around inside my flooded cunt.

I broke our lustful kiss, turned my lips toward his ear, and said, "What was that?"

Blake giggled and said, "A preview."

I've never been fingered so profoundly; his dexterity surpassed my vivid imagination of what a man's fingers could do to me.

As our driver, who had been watching in the rear-view mirror, turned onto the airport property, I struggled to regain my composure and yank my dress down my long sleek legs.

He pulled to a stop beside Blake's Lear Jet and nearly ran around to the car's passenger side to assist me in exiting. When he opened the door, my dress was still hiked halfway up my thighs, and his effort to round the car was rewarded by a healthy view of my exposed stocking tops and the smooth milky flesh above.

"Enjoy your flight," he said as he offered his hand to help me exit the car.

I steadied myself on the door and smoothed my dress down my legs, glanced at him, and smiled.

Blake had already caught up and took my hand in his leading me to the short flight of stairs to his plane.

Captain West was standing in the doorway to the cock-pit as we entered the cabin. "Will a two-hour flight be, okay?" he asked.

"I believe so," Blake replied.

"Very good, Sir, have a seat and buckle up. I'll let you know when we've reached our cruising altitude," West answered.

As Blake and I moved into the passenger area, I turned to him and asked, "Is there anyone here that doesn't know you're gonna fuck me senseless?"

He laughed loudly and then said, "Nope."

I just grinned and took a seat.

Captain West began to taxi toward the runway, and Blake took a seat opposite me and buckled his seat belt.

"You should buckle your seat belt; it could be a bumpy ride," he remarked.

"I'm counting on it," I answered as I snapped my belt around my waist.

As Captain West accelerated down the runway, Blake was eyeing me up. I crossed my legs and didn't bother pulling the hem of my dress down, giving him a preview of my long sleek legs. His smile confirmed he liked what he saw.

In short, the captain climbed above the clouds and announced, "We're at forty thousand feet and cruising at 400 miles per hour. It should be a smooth flight to DC.

I unbuckled my belt, and as I stood up, asked, "Can I get you a drink?"

"I'll have a JD and water," he replied.

As I mixed his drink, Blake moved behind me, placing his hands on my hips, and gave me a gentle squeeze. I responded by shifting my weight and pressed my ass back against him.

His hands moved along my sides and then slid to my back, continuing up and sliding over my neck. As he loosened the clips holding my hair in a bun, he said, "You're so god damn sexy."

I shook my head, causing my hair to fly haphazardly about my head, and pivoted on heels facing him as I said, "Your drink Sir."

Blake took a healthy sip of his cocktail and then placed the glass on the bar beside me. Once again, his hands moved to my hips, and I felt a second squeeze, this one slightly firmer than the first.

I dropped one hand between our bodies and found his semi-insert cock; giving it a gentle squeeze, I said, "I can't wait to feel his inside me."

He moved his hands along my sides again, but this time they slipped around my body and rose to the top of my dress. He leaned forward and kissed me, and in response, I offered him the tip of my tongue. As we kissed, I felt the zipper of my dress begin to descend as his nimble fingers drew it down entirely.

I continued caressing his cock through the fabric of his pants, and he pressed his loins firmer against my hand as his cock grew firmer.

His kisses were gentle but passionate, lightly suckling my lower lip and caressing my tongue with his. I felt his fingertips moving upward along my back, softly touching the smooth flesh and bringing goosebumps to the surface of my arms.

Once his hands reached the top of my dress, he lifted the fabric from my shoulders and drew it down along my arms. As he took a half step back, I had to release my soft grip from his swelling cock. The dress clung to my chest, and I shook my shoulders, causing it to fall off my tits. Blake smiled as I exposed my lacy bra and the soft flesh that oozed above the trim. I let the dress slide off my arms and then wiggled my hips until it slipped off and formed a sexy red puddle of fabric around my stilettos.

"Oh my god," he said as his eyes traveled down over my sensual form.

I leaned back against the bar giving him time to enjoy the view of my big soft tits, smooth flat stomach, satin-covered loins, and long sleek, sexy legs.

"I absolutely love this look," he quietly said.

I hooked my thumbs under the shoulder straps of my bra and drew them down, letting them dangle along my arms.

"I'll let you do the rest," I suggested.

He moved forward, placed his hands on my shoulders, then slowly drew his hands down onto the soft silky skin above the cups of my bra. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms as his tender touches heightened my arousal.

Most men want to see my lovely tits exposed as soon as possible, but Blake seemed to enjoy the mystery of viewing only what was uncovered.

His finger slipped down between my tits, sliding into the soft, deep cleavage revealed by the plunging vee of my bra.

I urged him on, "Please...." but before I could finish, his hands traveled behind my body, and with the skill of a sophisticated lover, his fingers undid the clasp of my bra.

I cooed softly as he drew his hands forward, hooked his fingertips into the top of my bra, and drew the sexy lace garment off my chest. It joined my dress on the floor between us.

He leaned forward and kissed me again, this kiss more forceful and passionate than before, his hands covered my big soft tits, and I pressed my chest against his hands, enjoying the feeling of my erect nipples in his palms.

I briefly broke our kiss to softly whisper, "I love how you touch me."

He bent slightly at the waist and, rather than kissing my mouth, began kissing my neck, shoulders, and the soft flesh of my tits. Blake didn't stop until his lips reached the taut buds at the center of each luscious orb.

"Hmmm." I swooned as his lips kissed and suckled each nipple.

I moved my hand down again to his loins and found his fully erect cock. Ever so slowly, I began stroking his solid length through the fabric of his slacks. I wanted to feel his cock throbbing in my hand, and as he continued lavishing my tits with kisses, I found the tab of his zipper, drew it down, and slipped my delicate fingers inside. Even though the material of his jockey shorts, I could feel the heat of his erection, and I stroked the entire eight inches of his pulsing cock for a few moments through his underwear.

Blake seemed to be entranced with my tits and continued his oral foreplay for a very long time. I was quite happy with that because it gave me time to slip my fingers through the opening of his jockeys and wrap my delicate digits around his searing hot cock shaft. As I began stroking it, he softly moaned.

"I want you so much," I said. I would have been ecstatic if he had ripped my black satin thong off my body and took me right there, but he had another plan.

Finally, his lips moved down from my tingling breasts, and he kissed across my flat belly, pausing to tongue my belly button before squatting before me. I placed my hands on his shoulders as he moved his hands to my hips. As slowly as he had removed my bra, he quickly hooked his fingers under the thin strips of satin and drew the thong down my thighs. For a moment, he studied my loins and then leaned forward to inhale my aroma.

I wanted him so badly, needing to feel his rock-hard cock slip between my wet lips and sink to my sexual core, but Blake planned to pleasure me orally first. Without speaking a word, he stood up and, like a groom carrying his bride, scooped me up, taking me to one of the cabin seats. I understood his plan, and to be quite honest; I couldn't wait for his mouth to pleasure my loins just like it had pleasured my tits a few moments before.

As I settled into the comfortable leather seat, I reached for his cock, but Blake moved so I couldn't capture it again.

"You first," he said as he knelt in front of me and slipped my thong over my sexy stilettos.

I lifted my legs and draped them over the arms of the chair, exposing and giving him complete access to my dripping wet cunt.

He smiled at me as he again leaned forward and inhaled the scent of my loins.

I was thoroughly aroused, my body tingling with anticipation.

"I've been thinking of this ever since I touched you in the car," he said.

I smiled and then moved my hands to my big soft tits, cupping each and then sliding my palms up to cover the erect nubs of pleasure at their center.

"You have me so turned on," I admitted as my hands slid down to my cunt and spread the lips apart so he could see the pink flesh inside.

I fully expected him to begin by kissing my inner thighs, but his thoughts of pleasuring me orally for so long took control. Blake lowered his mouth toward me as I pressed around my clit, causing it to poke from the moist flesh protecting it.

"Suck my clit," I implored.

He took that tiny nub of pleasure between his lips and sucked hard, causing me to moan loudly. After a moment, Blake released my clit and began flicking the tip of his tongue at me. Almost like a snake tests the air for scent, his tongue flashed at my sensitive pleasure point.

"If you continue, you're gonna make me cum," I said.

Encouraged by my statement, he again sucked hard on my clitoral region, drawing the fleshy hood and the erect nub in his mouth. His tongue massaged my clit while his lips held my most sensitive area.

I could feel the unmistakable tingling in my loins signaling an approaching orgasm, and I again said, "I'm gonna cum."

Blake's mouth and that unbelievably talented tongue served as my guide to the promised land of oral pleasure. Almost without warning, my climax crashed into me, loins completely numb, pleasure arrows shooting along my spine and piercing my brain.

I screamed, "YES, I'M CUMMING!"

I lost control of my body, my hips bucked against his face, and my soaking wet cunt released a tsunami of orgasmic juices. Blake dropped his mouth to capture the flow of fluids escaping my cunt, and I instantly moved my fingers to continue roughly massaging my clit to extend my pleasure as long as possible.

He continued lapping my sexual flow until my climax subsided and the flow from my hot wet cunt decreased.

"Fuckin A, Blake," I said once I'd regained control of my senses and could again speak.

He lifted his face from my loins and proudly showed me his soaking wet lips and chin before saying, "You taste divine,"

I responded with two words, "Fuck me."

He straightened up some and quickly removed his shirt, showing me his muscular hairless chest.

I urged him on, "Gimme that rock-hard cock."

His hands moved to the clasp of his slacks, and in one swift movement, his pants and briefs were pushed down to his knees.

I wasn't the least bit surprised to find his cock erect, all eight inches stretching from his loins.

"Yea, that's what I want," I remarked as he stroked it twice.

He placed his hands on my knees and spread me wide open, the lips of my vulva swollen from anticipation spread to reveal the sopping wet pink flesh of my cunt.

"It's fucking beautiful," he said as he slowly scooted forward on his knees.

With one hand firmly holding his cock and the other reaching for one big soft tit, he slid his cock head against my wet flesh. As he squeezed my tit, he moved forward, and the tip of his rock-hard cock pierced me.

I moaned softly, feeling his initial penetration, and then gasped as he thrust his hips toward me, sinking every beautiful inch of his cock inside.

"It's so fucking tight," he remarked.