My morning drive with Cherry was a lot livelier than I had imagined. She really knew her stuff when it came to her father’s business.

The drive from my office parking lot to the Golden Lobster was only ten minutes but during that span of time Cherry managed to spill the beans regarding all the necessary papers we needed to finish.

As it turned out their company needed a lot of assurances, permits and inspection certificates since they were planning to put up a hospital there.

I absorbed it all as quickly and as efficiently as I could. It was so hard to keep a straight face when this beautiful girl was seated just a few feet away from me. She smelled so good, too. Oh, Fuck! It was driving me crazy. I wanted to lean in and kiss her neck and ears so many times. It was like she was wearing some kind of scent that made me want to pounce right onto her.

When we arrived at the Golden Lobster, there wasn’t much business talk to attend to. She covered everything necessary in the car. I didn’t want to back out from my offer though and insisted that we step in to eat. As it turned out, she had skipped breakfast so I further pushed through with my intentions.

“You’re my client,” I explained to her as I patted her lower back and urged her to go in with me. “I want to make sure all your needs are taken care of.”

“That’s awfully sweet,” she said in a sultry low voice. It was nerve-wracking to hear and my cock was jumping stiff from her every word.

It was like her normal speaking voice was a girl moaning in the middle of hot, wild sex. I could only imagine how she sounded when actually fucking.

Once inside I ordered a simple three-course meal. Nothing too heavy but still something to make sure she would go home full and satisfied.

“So, you’ve been in this business with your father for years?” I asked her right as our appetizer was served. “It looks like you really know the ins and outs of the business.”

Cherry nodded back and took a sip of her lemonade, “I’ve been working with him for two years now. It’s been really tough but I do enjoy it. The mathematics and paperwork kind of give me this sort of high, you know? It makes me feel so…”

“…alive?” I tried to complete her sentence.

“Yeah, you got it,” she confirmed with a grin.

I looked at her, studying her features. The way she smiled made her look like she was trying to seduce me. I wasn’t entirely sure but I did know I liked how she smiled.

She was a vixen of no comparison. I’d take her in the blink of an eye and fuck her brains out. Maybe she’d even like it that way – rough and wild.

“Mr. Bernard?” her voice snapped me back to reality.

I turned back to her and just realized she was saying something. I raised an eyebrow and tried to fake my way through the conversion, “Yes?”

“I was asking if you went through the same deal before,” she – fortunately – repeated her statement. “Did you work for your dad before you became a world-famous real estate master?”

Quickly I shut down and simply shook my head, “No. Come on, let’s finish the meal and I’ll hand you the documents you were asking for. I have them at the office.”

She jerked her head back and I knew my sudden coldness must have shocked her. She finished the rest of her meal in silence, looking down mostly at her phone instead of me. We didn’t share much afterwards except in regards to the transaction.

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After our lunch, I drove her back to the office, picked up the sanitation certificates she needed and then drove her back home.

It was a little bigger than I expected out of a middle-class family like hers. Her dad must have really worked hard to get what they have now.

“Have a good day, Mr. Bernard,” she said as she stepped out of the car.

I merely waved back. I still had to get back to the office and meet a few other clients.

I also had to get her out of my head. I was starting to imagine how she’d look if her mouth was open with my cock buried deep in it.

When I was back at the office parking lot, I was going to rush back in for work. That was when I noticed something had dropped out of her bag.

What the hell was that?

As I looked closer, I figured that it was something really small and bound with twine – her notebook.

“She’ll come back for it, I guess,” I told myself.

Just when I was about to toss it inside the glovebox, my curiosity got the better of me. One little peek at what was inside wouldn’t hurt anyone, would it?

I carefully opened the notebook, as if I was going to uncover the biggest secret. When I did, the contents of her little notebook were a sudden – but pleasant – surprise.

“Oh Ms. Vergara,” I mumbled softly as I read what she wrote. “You are one naughty little slut.”

She wrote everything a girl would never want someone like me to read. It made me giddy inside just thinking about it. There were a bunch of fantasies and different things she wanted me to do to her.

“Oh, how I think about his ripped muscles and the way his dark eyes pierce into my soul,” I read aloud.

“I can only imagine how it would feel if he were to press those heavy hands on my body and crush my tits with a squeeze.”

“I can only imagine how it would feel to let his tongue slither between my legs and play with my pussy.”

“Oh, how I want him to take me and pound me from behind like a bitch.”

“I feel so slutty just writing this down but maybe I really am one.”

“I’ve never had sex before but if I were to throw my virginity out the window I’d hope I’d do it for a man as hot as Dylan.”

When I dug in a little deeper I even found her descriptions of the different kinds of sex toys she wanted me to try on her.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I read an entry where she detailed how she wanted me to fuck her mouth while she used a vibrator down in her pussy. Maybe this girl would do a good performance in a threesome if she wanted to get double-fucked like that. That was a juicy little tidbit.

There were pages upon pages more of this type of entries. It was amusing to see just what kind of dirty thoughts she had. It was even more surprising to discover she was a virgin. According to her kinky diary, she did experiment a few times with some men but it never got anywhere. To this day the most she’d done was watch porn online and play with her own pussy, careful to not thrust her fingers in.

I read a little more. She had a lot of different things she wanted to experiment with. She wanted to try normal, vanilla sex. She wanted to try having sex in a public place, in the car and even in a dark theater. She wanted to try having sex blindfolded or bound. I was curious to know just how much BDSM she wanted to give into. Cherry wanted to try so many different positions it was a wonder to read through it all.

The best parts of her diary, however, were the entries where she wrote little narrations of sex.

For the most part, she kept on writing snippets of her having sex with me. It was interesting to read the bits where she imagined what my cock was like.

Fuck. I really want to see the look on her face when she gets to see my cock for real. I planned to smack it on her face before thrusting it in deep down her mouth and throat. While she gags on it I’ll play with her little clit and make her cum before I even shove my cock in her pussy and fuck her ‘till she screams like a slut begging for more.

“Let’s make those fantasies come true…” I whispered.

My mind was already swirling with different ideas of what I could do to her. “This is going to be a very interesting business deal.”

I slid the notebook into my back pocket and then headed back inside the office. For the rest of the day I paid little attention to the book of fantasies but once all the work was done I had nothing left to do but log online and search for Cherry Vergara on multiple social media sites.

She had a ton of them. A Facebook account, a Twitter account, and an Instagram account. She even had her own YouTube channel where she posted vlogs about her daily activities. I watched the vlogs and just admired her talking without concentrating on what she was really saying. Stalking her on social media only put more fire to the wood on my determination to get her.

“Kinky little kitten, let daddy make all your dreams come true,” I said to myself.