“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. Cher
ry 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.
4
Dylan
The next afternoon I was getting ready to leave work when I decided it was time to experiment with my discovery.
Yes. I wanted Cherry. I wanted to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. And obviously, she wanted me, too. That was the best part.
I was giddy with excitement and I didn’t let anyone in my office that afternoon so I could just masturbate while thinking of her luscious figure and the way her tits bounced when she walked. Now it was time to give her a call.
“Hello, Ms. Vergara?” I tried to sound as professional as I could.
It took her a moment to realize it was me and I once again got hard when I heard her voice.
“Yes, Mr. Bernard?”
“I’ve been thinking about how I treated you last time we met,” I told her. “I was hoping I could make up for my rude attitude and behavior and treat you out later tonight.”
Suddenly her voice chirped up with excitement, “Oh, I appreciate it. Hum, around what time though?”
“How about seven o’clock this evening?” I asked. “I’ll make sure to give you some of the remaining documents you and your father need too and after that, we don’t need to talk about work for the rest of the night. I promise.”
“Thank you,” she sounded both nervous and mirthful at the same time.
“I’ll see you then. Oh, wait! Where are we going? What kind of clothes do I need to wear?”
“How about we head to Mercury Wild?” I suggested. “I’m friends with the Trevor Wild, the owner of the club, and I know you’re acquainted with him and his wife too. Your dad helped finance the place after all.”