April 25

Quit Pissing Me Off

I’ve had three cancellations this week, even a no-show! I’m learning as I go, and sure don’t want to waste time on a guy who isn’t going to deliver. I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, but I’m starting to pick up on patterns of the ones who are playing a game as opposed to really wanting to meet…and give me money.

The “players” engage in lengthy email exchanges, ask lots of questions, set up appointments, and cancel them at the last minute, then attempt to repeat the process.

So, I’ve been played by a couple guys, gave them all kinds of whack off material, and gotten nothing in return. In fact, I’ve lost money-making opportunities by catering to them. I’m working on setting up safeguards to prevent this sort of thing: don’t get carried away with email; get the guy’s name and phone number; don’t set up time with someone unless it feels like a sure thing.

April 26

I signed up for an all-day continuing education seminar, which proved to be lame. I want to be inspired, learn something, meet like-minded folks. I sat through half of it and got tired of being in a crowd of old women wearing loud floral prints, listening to a speaker read stories to us like we’re kids, and state the obvious. So, I left at the break.

On my drive home, I got a phone call from the architect. He wanted to meet. Well, sure! A MUCH better use of my time.

I showered and changed into a plaid skirt, white top, girly panties, no bra, white ankle socks with Mary Janes, and put my hair in two ponytails.

He let himself in, and found me lying on my bed, belly down with my knees bent, feet in the air, reading.

I put my book down and gave him a big smile. He was so excited to see me. I sat up and he kissed me and fondled my little tits. He was the big guy and I was his little girl. He pulled out his cock, and I said innocently, “Do you want me to kiss it?”

“Yes,” he replied huskily, and I ever so gently put my lips on the head.

I looked up at him and said, “Do you want me to lick it?”

“Yes, lick it.” I stuck my tongue out carefully, and almost touched his cock, but hesitated. Then I finally put my tongue on it, and licked it down its length, but way too gently, so instead of satisfying, it was just torture.

“Do you think it will fit in my mouth?” I asked.

“I think it will fit.”

“I dunno,” I said frowning. “It looks awful big.”

“Try,” he whispered hoarsely.

I closed my mouth and pushed it against his cockhead. I slowly let the head of his cock separate my lips, push its way into my mouth. I moaned.

He freaked out and grabbed me by my ponytails and fucked my face, pushed it deep, down my throat. I acted like I was struggling with it, making all kinds of muffled little girl sounds. As I did it, he said, “That’s a good girl…” He practically came.

He stopped and took his shirt off, and I took mine off, too. He was big, such a hairy fucker, and I loved it.

He lay down and held his cock. “C’mere, you little slut," he growled. "Come get your cock.”

I purred and giggled and acted like I didn’t know what to do as I made my way toward him on my hands and knees. “You mean like this?” I said, giving it little licks again.

“No, like this,” he said, grabbing me by my hair and forcing me down on it, fucking my mouth again.

Then he said: “Get a condom, I want to fuck your tight little pussy.”

I squealed, “I don’t think that’s a good idea! It’s too big!”

But I let him talk me into trying, and I lay on my back and spread my legs, looking anxious as he put his cock up against my pussy. He hardly got the head in when he came.

He was embarrassed to come so fast, but I found it amusing. We cuddled a bit, then he said, “I don’t know whether I should get back to work or get off with you again.”

“You’re the boss!” I said cheerily.

So he pushed my head back down there, and I suckled on his cock sweetly. It didn’t even get hard in my mouth, but he was still so aroused from my mouth worship that he came again.

This big hairy daddy making me doing dirty things shit turns me on BIGTIME.