Diary Entry

I’m a master at making you cum, but what about making me cum?

All I have to do is look at you, smile slightly, give you the nod. You know what I want the second you set eyes on me. I’m not subtle.

When I look at you, I make sure you know what I’m thinking.

I make sure you know I’m undressing you with my eyes. Imagining what your tits look like underneath that shirt. Imagining what your nipples will feel like, squeezed tight between my finger and thumb. Imagining what your ass looks like without those jeans covering it, what it looks like red from being spanked hard by my hand. Imagining what your pussy looks like, wrapped tightly around my cock.

You know what I’d like to see? My cum dripping out of your pussy. Just a little. Most of it stays inside you. But just a little drips out, running down the inside of your thigh. That really makes me hard.

When I look at your mouth, I imagine you moaning. I imagine you screaming my name. I imagine you gasping for breath as you ride up and down on my hard shaft like a cowgirl at a rodeo. I imagine those lips covering every part of my body.

Just by looking at you I can tell you’re a good kisser. You’d kiss my mouth like your life depended on it. You’d press those lips against mine and take my tongue in your mouth. You’d breathe into my mouth so we’re practically sharing the same breath.

What would that mouth feel like on my neck? On my chest, teasing my nipples? On my cock?

Because you know that’s what all this is about. The moment you set eyes on me across the bar, you know that the one thing I want most in the world is for your mouth to touch my cock. I want your lips on my tip, kissing me, teasing me, toying with my head. I want you to open your lips, just a little, so your tongue can wet my tip. The moment your saliva wets my cock, I know this is for real. I know we’re going all the way.

And I know you want it. You’ve wanted it since the moment you stepped in here.

What kind of woman steps into a bar alone and doesn’t want cock? You want me right in your mouth, right in the back of your throat. You want to own my pleasure. You want to be the one and only girl who can make me feel this good.

Picture it. Picture me. I’m hard. My shaft is rigid. I’m bigger than any cock you’ve ever seen before. And I’m right in front of your face.

You reach up and grab my butt so you can pull me closer. You give me a nudge and my tip is pressed against your lips. You kiss it and pull me forward again. Again my tip touches your lips. You let it touch your cheek. You let it roll around on your face, because you know your sweet face drives me wild. It drives me wild because of how pretty you are, and because of the nasty, naughty, dirty part of my mind that’s looking at your face now and my big cock right in front of it.

You know what I’m imagining. You know exactly how to tease me. You know I want to cum on your face. What if my cum was all over those delicious lips? What if I was pouring myself all over that beautiful mouth? What if I was cumming inside her mouth?

You know that’s what I’m thinking, and you’re purposefully playing with that thought in my mind, making me imagine it. And only when I’ve already thought about pouring my entire load into your mouth, do you finally open your mouth and let me inside. Only then do you finally let my shaft slide into your wet, warm, delectable mouth.

I slide in and out, and expertly your tongue plays with the underside of my shaft. You know that’s where I’m most sensitive. You know that’s the part that will make me cum fastest. And that’s what you want. You want me to explode in your mouth before I’ve even had a chance to think about what’s going on.

You want to overwhelm me. You want to own my body, own my pleasure, own my cock. And you want to own my mind too. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes. The sly look you give me across the bar. The way you cross and recross your legs. The way you lean forward, giving me just a tiny peek at your cleavage.

Are you even wearing a bra?

Oh you naughty girl.

I want to feel your tongue sliding back and forth on my shaft faster and faster. Toying with me. Playing with my tip. Coaxing me to climax, so that when I finally explode, you know I’ll never forget this moment. I’ll never forget the feeling of orgasming in your mouth. I’ll never forget the pleasure you’re giving me right this second. The pleasure you own completely. The pleasure you control completely.

Because, by owning my pleasure, by controlling my orgasm, by making this exquisite thing happen right in your mouth, you know you own me too.

As you swallow me, you’re not just swallowing my juices. You’re making me yours. You’re making my body and soul belong to you.

And just like that, my cock is pouring it’s cum, pouring every drop, into your sweet mouth. Before I’m finished, I pull out. It’s not enough for me to feel my cum pouring into your mouth, I have to see it on your face too. I’m bad. I know it. But you knew it when you got mixed up with me.

I pull out and I cum on your pretty lips. You form the shape of a kiss with your lips and I cum right on them. The white contrasts perfectly with the red. The white of innocence, even though you’re anything but innocent, and the red of naughtiness, which is a perfect color on you.

I’m yours now. You lick my cum off your lips and swallow it, and with that simple motion, that simple swallow, I’m all yours. And you’re all mine.