Chapter 16
Dear Diary-Give me a gold star and send me to the head of the class. Hook, line and sinker ... mission accomplished. Went better than I ever expected. All the arguments and pleading I had practiced for, expecting to have to use-not needed. He was primed and ready! For the record: Intentionally fifteen minutes late for appointment. Phone call night before worked like a charm. He seemed edgy, more so than usual. I played my part to a tee; withdrawn, shy, head down. A touch of guilt in my manner ... not too much ... just enough. We sat on his couch directly across from his desk. He was like a high school boy on his first date. Tried to cairn me down. Explained that phone call was healthy sign, (wish doctors would erase word from their dictionary). Both barrels. I let him have it. Nothing. He stared right through my eyes not saying a word. I didn't back down from his stare.
I slid beside him kissing him gently on his lips. Kissed him again and his lips parted, ran my tongue gently along the slip, flicking it up and down. He didn't move. Just stared. I could see the veins in his temple throbbing. It was working.
Slowly stood up, unhooking the back clasp and snap, took off the hood. Took my time shaking out my hair. Ran my fingers through it to excite him more. Bent over again kissing him ... letting my hair brush across his cheek. Still nothing. Could tell he was struggling with himself. Looked like he was losing. Turned my back on him. Walked to the middle of the room, turned around and threw him a kiss. Began the world's first stripping performance in a nun's habit. Every movement was slow. Just barely kept from stalling out. Idled at about an inch a second. All that was lacking was the music. Stared at his massive dick swelling, pushing to free itself. I stood naked letting him drink in every inch of my body with his eyes. Gently caressed my breasts, slowly slid hands down my chest across my stomach ... ran my fingers through my pussy ... licked my lips ... stuck my tongue out, flicking it wildly in his direction. Stepped out of my habit and walked the three steps across the room, stopping my pussy just three inches in front of his face. R a n my finger t i p s through his hair ... gyrated my pelvis, teasing my bush, trying to force out his tongue. Arched back from the waist. Pulled his head forward into my thrusting pussy. He dropped to his knees grabbing my ass with both hands. First his teeth grabbed a glob of hair. His tongue flicks out exploring my moist bee hive already flowing with honey. For three hours we ate to our hearts content, fucked tool His hot come dripped out of my box, mixing on my hairs and then running down my leg. He came five times. When he couldn't get it up the sixth time, I went down on him and flicked my tongue along the bottom of his dick, circling its head. Even sucked on his nuts. Nothing. Went around the world on him, tickled his anus with the side of my tongue, and he swelled up like a steel spike. While it was hard, I. rolled him over on his back on the floor and shoved his joint into my anus. The swelling inside felt like I was going to explode. He fingered me and we both came. His sixth, my fourth, quite a man ... sore!! Strange fact. In two hours, didn't say more than two words to each other. Going back tomorrow ... More of the same.
Dear Diary-Mr. Spivens made an appointment for a week from next Friday. Wife leaving on Thursday for Europe for four weeks.
Dear Diary Jeanette Dickie discovered new way for me to masturbate. Great-have to try it with Senator Schlick's wife since she gets her rocks off watching me make myself come. Simple ... stick vibrator in rectum, take nine-volt battery and run live wire across clit, then mount dildo platforms on the floor. Much rather eat her up with whip cream. Great road .. Shame she's a pervert. Oh well-different strokes for different folks. She told me her husband tries to eat her all the time. Let's him fuck her-whether he wants it or not-every Thursday night before she gets her hair done in morning.
Dear Diary-Everything all set with convent. Contacted friend who covers phones. They know what to do should he call. On medical leave ... doubt if he'd call, knows I live off holy ground.
Dear Diary UP YOURS!!!!