I caught you glancing at me. The way your eyes roamed up and down my body while you sat at the bar drinking your Scotch. I knew you liked what you saw, and to be honest, I liked what I saw as well. After a little while I approached you, had a very short little chat, then grabbed your hand and escorted you across the street to my Hotel room. As soon as I had you to myself in the elevator I kissed you, grinding my hips against yours, awakening your cock. I also made it known that I had seen your wedding ring, you were clearly a ‘very naughty boy’ and I also made it known that luckily for you, I liked ‘naughty boys’. As we came out of the elevator I walked in front of you, pulling my dress down over my shoulders so by the time we had made our way to my door, it was hanging around my waist with my full luscious tits fully exposed. As I turned to give you the full view I opened the door and lead you in. Wasting no time of taking off my dress the rest of the way, presenting myself to you in just my panties, stockings and heels. I dropped down and pulled your slacks from around your waist until I could get my mouth around that surprisingly big piece of dick that you had hidden away beneath your clothing. I spent some time with my mouth wrapped firmly around you, sucking, pulling you toward me so you could slip deeper and deeper down my hungry mouth, until I could hardly fit you in my mouth anymore, before standing up I pressed my lips hard against your shaft, pulling my head back, leaving lovely lip stick stains upon your shaft. I walked over to the dresser, turned away from you, pulled down my panties to my knees and told you to come over and fuck me. You undressed the rest of the way as you came to me. I watched in the mirror as you stepped behind me. Your hand gently running up my back, as you guided your cock to that warm wet opening of my pussy. You said, “I don’t want to hurt you.” I smiled, looking at your reflection and said, “You won’t hurt me. Just fuck me.” I could feel your hard, huge mushroom head slip in. My eyes squinted shut and my breath caught in my throat for just a moment as you pushed inside of me. Upon opening my eyes, and giving you a wicked grin, I told you to just fuck me, and you began to thrust with more and more force until I was almost yelling to the top of my lungs for you to fuck me harder. My pussy was aching and clenching around you, pulling you deeper and deeper inside me, until you came. There was a bit of silence as we both worked on catching our breath. As you pulled out of me, I spoke these final words to you, “Now get your clothes and get the hell out.” lol. I very much enjoyed our call today, and I hope I get another chance to seduce you Mr. G. Until next time…
Janene
Howdy ya’ll! LOL I really do not speak like Paula Dean I swear! Now lots of you know me, or at least think you do. You see there is another side of me, uh huh. And the reason I am even writing this blog is because I just had a caller tell me, “Memphis, you are fucking warped. How come you don’t tell people that you do dark shit?” And I had no real answer for him. And if you must know we did a serial killer pedo fantasy. He almost didn’t do the call with me because of the way I answer the phone, which is, very happily, chipper, almost like a cheerleader who just got laid and paid. lol. So, I am writing this to give you a little list of some of the darker stuff I am into….
