May 1
Power Fucking
A day in which I was supposed to have one afternoon appointment and one long evening appointment morphed throughout the day into three afternoon appointments in a row. DAMN, I’m good!
First, I had John, a big, grey-haired older guy who was totally nervous—not because he was new at this, not because he came to my house, and not because he thought I was with the law, but because he could tell from our emails that I was “different.” He was totally curious to know what I was about, and I was happy to tell him. He was impressed.
John enjoyed our discussion, and I admit I enjoyed it more than the sex we had, mainly because he had dusted his genitals with baby powder in order to be fresh for me, and it tasted awful. I finished him off with a lubed hand-job, and then as he lay on the bed naked, he told me enthusiastically (lots of animated hand gestures) about an idea he had for making people more self-reliant and getting them off public aid. He also told me how much he loved golf, snow skiing, and playing the saxophone (he’d taught himself how a few years ago).
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Next, was “John II,” a repeat customer. As before, he was very nice, very accommodating, very married. I actually enjoyed myself with him. He sucked on my tits as I masturbated and I came like gangbusters. Holy shit! I hadn’t come that hard in a long time.
After we finished, he told me about how he has a thing for electronic gadgets, and he got all happy talking about all his televisions and phones and stereo equipment.
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Next was the guy with the coin in his pocket. I drove out to his house. He gave me a tour, and kept showing me all the things he had done to the house, pointed out which furniture was new, which window had been replaced, even pointed out the redone driveway. It was like he had rented a friend to come over to play with him—which we did of course, up in the bedroom. There was a thunderstorm going on the whole time, which was nice, and I liked his commentary during sex: “My cock is so deep in your pussy!”)
As I was leaving, he told me to look under the Kleenex box, where he’d tucked away three 100 dollar bills for me.
At that point I was so relieved to be off for the rest of the day. I got home and changed out of my heels and thigh-highs into baggy pajamas. I made myself a drink (two, actually—pear martinis) popped popcorn and watched Requiem for a Dream. I liked it.
I ended the day with my fifth orgasm and went to sleep.
May 2
I spent the day chaperoning a kindergarten field trip. My daughter’s class went to a farm to see animals. It rained the entire time. In addition to being reminded how much I dislike standing in the rain smelling pig shit, I was also reminded of how much I dislike being around a bunch of kids. They’re so damn immature, impulsively shrieking and chasing each other and competing for everything, from being first in line to getting a turn drawing on a table. They reminded me of the piglets jostling for teats, all pushy and animalistic. I thought about how it was so fortunate that the kindergarten teacher got to have her job, and I got to have my job. I’m sure she’d hate mine as much as I would hate hers.
Then I went and saw a movie with my parents and got annoyed with them talking their way through it. They wanted to go to dinner afterward, but I had a role-playing date that evening to prepare for.
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Daddy’s Little Girl
We’d been exchanging emails all month long. His fantasy was to be a daddy fucking his little girl. One of his emails:
“i cant wait to take care of my little girl and make sure she cums all over the place i cant wait to taste your tight little wet pussy and let you ride my nice hard cock i want to climb on top of you and slide my hard cock into your tight little pussy and fuck you like that and then roll over and let you ride my nice hard cock. would you like me to do anything else to that tight little pussy. i promise to be very gentle unless you tell me to fuck you harder i cant wait till i see my little girl.”
I took a bath, then got dressed in a plaid skirt, white shirt, no bra or panties, braids—and the most innocent of makeup.
My “daddy” for the next hour arrived. He was younger than me, but twice my size. We kissed in the foyer, then went to the couch. “You’re so pretty,” he kept murmuring, and then he tried out calling me his little girl. I could tell it was odd for him to express this out loud in front of another person, but I encouraged him. He kept stroking my braids and calling me a good little girl as I sucked his cock. It was incredibly hard. He took off his shirt, and he was all hairy. He was sexy. I was into him.
He came on my face, then gently wiped it off with a towel. He was still hard, so we went to the bedroom. He ate me, and ate me, and ran his big, rough hands all over my body.
Finally he said, “I can’t wait to fuck you any longer,” and put on the condom and mounted me. We fucked that way for a while. I loved having his big body on top of me, pinning me down. Then we switched positions over and over, me on top, reverse-cowgirl, doggy style … He fucked my braids right out, and my hair fell in my face as he pounded me (but first he made me ask for it harder).
He slapped my ass tentatively a couple times. Finally we got so worn out and hot that I sucked him until he came again. It was mad, it was passionate, it was surreal—and it was over in an hour and then, he left.
A lovely end to what started out as a less than lovely day.
Power Fucking
A day in which I was supposed to have one afternoon appointment and one long evening appointment morphed throughout the day into three afternoon appointments in a row. DAMN, I’m good!
First, I had John, a big, grey-haired older guy who was totally nervous—not because he was new at this, not because he came to my house, and not because he thought I was with the law, but because he could tell from our emails that I was “different.” He was totally curious to know what I was about, and I was happy to tell him. He was impressed.
John enjoyed our discussion, and I admit I enjoyed it more than the sex we had, mainly because he had dusted his genitals with baby powder in order to be fresh for me, and it tasted awful. I finished him off with a lubed hand-job, and then as he lay on the bed naked, he told me enthusiastically (lots of animated hand gestures) about an idea he had for making people more self-reliant and getting them off public aid. He also told me how much he loved golf, snow skiing, and playing the saxophone (he’d taught himself how a few years ago).
¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤
Next, was “John II,” a repeat customer. As before, he was very nice, very accommodating, very married. I actually enjoyed myself with him. He sucked on my tits as I masturbated and I came like gangbusters. Holy shit! I hadn’t come that hard in a long time.
After we finished, he told me about how he has a thing for electronic gadgets, and he got all happy talking about all his televisions and phones and stereo equipment.
¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤
Next was the guy with the coin in his pocket. I drove out to his house. He gave me a tour, and kept showing me all the things he had done to the house, pointed out which furniture was new, which window had been replaced, even pointed out the redone driveway. It was like he had rented a friend to come over to play with him—which we did of course, up in the bedroom. There was a thunderstorm going on the whole time, which was nice, and I liked his commentary during sex: “My cock is so deep in your pussy!”)
As I was leaving, he told me to look under the Kleenex box, where he’d tucked away three 100 dollar bills for me.
At that point I was so relieved to be off for the rest of the day. I got home and changed out of my heels and thigh-highs into baggy pajamas. I made myself a drink (two, actually—pear martinis) popped popcorn and watched Requiem for a Dream. I liked it.
I ended the day with my fifth orgasm and went to sleep.
May 2
I spent the day chaperoning a kindergarten field trip. My daughter’s class went to a farm to see animals. It rained the entire time. In addition to being reminded how much I dislike standing in the rain smelling pig shit, I was also reminded of how much I dislike being around a bunch of kids. They’re so damn immature, impulsively shrieking and chasing each other and competing for everything, from being first in line to getting a turn drawing on a table. They reminded me of the piglets jostling for teats, all pushy and animalistic. I thought about how it was so fortunate that the kindergarten teacher got to have her job, and I got to have my job. I’m sure she’d hate mine as much as I would hate hers.
Then I went and saw a movie with my parents and got annoyed with them talking their way through it. They wanted to go to dinner afterward, but I had a role-playing date that evening to prepare for.
¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤
Daddy’s Little Girl
We’d been exchanging emails all month long. His fantasy was to be a daddy fucking his little girl. One of his emails:
“i cant wait to take care of my little girl and make sure she cums all over the place i cant wait to taste your tight little wet pussy and let you ride my nice hard cock i want to climb on top of you and slide my hard cock into your tight little pussy and fuck you like that and then roll over and let you ride my nice hard cock. would you like me to do anything else to that tight little pussy. i promise to be very gentle unless you tell me to fuck you harder i cant wait till i see my little girl.”
I took a bath, then got dressed in a plaid skirt, white shirt, no bra or panties, braids—and the most innocent of makeup.
My “daddy” for the next hour arrived. He was younger than me, but twice my size. We kissed in the foyer, then went to the couch. “You’re so pretty,” he kept murmuring, and then he tried out calling me his little girl. I could tell it was odd for him to express this out loud in front of another person, but I encouraged him. He kept stroking my braids and calling me a good little girl as I sucked his cock. It was incredibly hard. He took off his shirt, and he was all hairy. He was sexy. I was into him.
He came on my face, then gently wiped it off with a towel. He was still hard, so we went to the bedroom. He ate me, and ate me, and ran his big, rough hands all over my body.
Finally he said, “I can’t wait to fuck you any longer,” and put on the condom and mounted me. We fucked that way for a while. I loved having his big body on top of me, pinning me down. Then we switched positions over and over, me on top, reverse-cowgirl, doggy style … He fucked my braids right out, and my hair fell in my face as he pounded me (but first he made me ask for it harder).
He slapped my ass tentatively a couple times. Finally we got so worn out and hot that I sucked him until he came again. It was mad, it was passionate, it was surreal—and it was over in an hour and then, he left.
A lovely end to what started out as a less than lovely day.
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