You were sitting alone at the bar, staring down in your drink looking as shy as can be. My loser radar is beeping but I can’t help myself so I walk up to you.
By time you buy me a few drinks I am actually hopeful that you might not be a loser. However that tingly sensation is still full force so I am not convinced yet. You are sexy, intelligent and a good conversationalist. Surely my loser radar must just be misfiring.
We get back to your place and my soggy panties are letting me know I am ready to do some serious fucking. I am in the mood to have my pussy totally stuffed. I can’t give it to you too easy though so I play my normal collected self and sit down on the couch and wait for you to bring me another drink.
Suddenly the shy guy is gone and you are all over me. Kissing and licking and caressing every spot on my body. Dropping to your knees and licking me right thru my panties and making me squirt without your lips ever even touching my actual pussy. Surely you must be too good to be true, I must be delusional.
You pick me up and carry me to your bedroom, laying me down gently. Licking my entire body as you undress me. Driving me absolutely crazy. I can’t wait to have your cock slamming inside of me. You turn off the lights and I can hear you undressing. I begin to panic. I know a guy undressing in the dark is a bad sign. Most men love to show off their bodies. You seemed to be in good shape so why would you be hiding it. You climb back in bed and my hands wander down your body and you grab my hands and pull them up to your chest and go back to licking me all over.
“Turn on the lights” I tell you , but you ignore me. Yep the jury is back on this case. You are definitely hiding something. You climb on top of me and fumble around between my legs and I suddenly reach down and grab your cock. Ok so COCK is an inappropriate description. I grabbed your itty bitty weiner. FUCK! I knew you were too good to be true. “Get the fuck off of me, I don’t do charity sex….” …. ” No point in looking at me baffled, you know damn well that tiny dickie is not enough to satisfy me or any other “woman.
You start begging and whimpering like a wimpy wuss and it is now quite evident I should have listened to that loser radar of mine. Ohhhh well no big deal. A night of free drinks and you did give me a couple of awesome orgasms with your tongue. I get up , pull on my clothes and turn around and lean over you one last time. I spit right in your face, grab the money out of your wallet ……”I am not a prostitute but you are such a little dick loser you need to pay me for my time” …..and strut out the door.
Finding you standing in my bedroom all dressed up in my panties and my nightie, and some of my jewelry. I could even smell some of my expensive perfume on you. You’re dressed just like me. I watched you from the door way as you admired yourself in the mirror. Prancing around, practicing to walk like a woman. Your erection was a little hard to hide. I do have to say, I was a little surprised but I knew exactly what I was going to do with you from this point on. I walked into my bedroom wrapping my hands around your waist, whispering in your ear “what a naughty boy you’ve been.” I’m thinking you need to be punished now. Making you crawl up onto my bed laying face down spreading your legs. Making you wait with anticipation as I pulled out my strap-on. Making you feel so helpless as I pushed up your silk nightie and ripped off your panties. Rubbing my strap-on along your tight aching hole. Watching you squirm all over my bed with pleasure as I started to have my way with you. Stretching that little fuck hole wide open. Teaching you a lesson not to go through my girlie stuff with out asking me first. I’ll be the one dressing you up and fucking you like my whore. 
