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December 15, 2013

Daisy and Mr Scot

Here’s a very slutty diary update from Daisy Rock having a little time away from the boyfriend!

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Well I shall let you into a little secret. I love my town of Brighton and all the shenanigans that take place there for me. However I have been getting rather itchy feet lately and the Big Smoke has been beckoning me. If you have not guessed already, I am known to be very spontaneous. The opportunity came up for me to rent a friends flat there, of course with security, (Big Burly Bloke, in screaming earshot). So I thought why the hell not. So yes I am back to my roots and have become a half Londoner! Well I can’t leave the seaside altogether can I?

I have an amazing fan base in London and decided to get a little bit naughtier and take sexy bookings there. Well Oh what fun London is! Everything I wanted it to be, I do hope this continues. I have met some delightful people already and things have been interesting, but today even more so …

Mr Scot gave me a call. He had lovely dulcet tones on the other end of the phone, I did not tell him this but I loved his voice. He seemed to be nervous and I knew that for sure when he arrived. I picked up the door entry phone and it took him a while to get through the door, I could hear his footsteps and then he appeared around the corner. He was tall and stocky with tousled blonde hair, he looked slightly dishevelled but to cool to care, that was sexy. He looked in his thirties with piercing eyes and a very nervous smile. I invited him in and he apprehensively moved through the door into my front room with his work bag.

I leant towards him and gave him a kiss, he put down his bag, looked at me and asked if I smoked, ‘yes’ I said delightfully, and out of his bag he rolled a small joint. I did not know he meant that at first, but I was cool with it. He needed to calm his nerves.

We sat down and faced each other whilst we both smoked, him on his special cigarette and I my usual. I was dressed in sheer fine stockings with a black suspender belt, trimming the tops of my thighs, underneath I had the full panties on that he adored. I wore a black tight short dress over the top just short enough to appeal, and high black heels high enough to topple me if I was to bend over.

We chatted and I could feel the energy around us was very relaxed, it was an unspoken thing that we were not rushing any part of this day. I lay my hand on his chest over his shirt, I felt electricity through my tentative fingers. I whispered into his ear ‘what do you like?’ leaving a trail of breath coasting his neck

‘I like it slow’, he whispered back.

I caressed his chest a little more and looked deep into his eyes, I pulled my dress up to reveal the lace at the top of my stockings, I knelt to his side just before lifting my other leg over him so I was sat on his lap straddling him. I grabbed the bottom of my dress again and lifted it up stroking my thighs and over my head presenting my firm swollen breasts, caged in my delicate lace black bra. My nipples were just spilling over the edge. I sat down on his lap and felt the sexual tension below me. I leant forward and kissed him deep and long, he grabbed my ass and pulled it towards him. We fondled and groped slowly but definitely, each move of his hands sent my pussy twitching with delight.

‘Stand for me’, he ordered. I stood in front of him feeling exposed whilst he admired my body, he was very vocal about that. I bent over his lap, I felt that he wanted to spank me, he did and asked if it was Ok. Yes it was. He spanked me again and again, gently but firmly I felt the spanks vibrate through my suspenders and they jolted my ass.

I stood up and I bent over, I fondled my breasts, I touched myself everywhere and made shapes with my body that he lusted over. Feeling hot and taken away with myself I slid my fingers down my stomach and over the silk and lace of my knickers, I grabbed the crotch and teased him by pulling them to the side to reveal my aching wet throbbing pussy. He moaned and played with himself through his trousers whilst I watched his throbbing cock. He unzipped himself and I could see the wetness from him through the material of his underwear.

Wet and excited he leaned back, wet and excited I bent over and slid my knickers off to my ankles, bent over for him so he could see the glistening of my cunt. I kneel on the floor playing and teasing my pussy, he spanking me every once in a while. I am electric with lust and want to push my fingers into my pussy for him to see. My legs are wide open and I am wanking and thrusting my fingers into myself. I am perfect and hot and in my complete sexual zone. We both move together whilst apart, we thrust and gyrate at the same speed moving around each other on the sofa on the floor, still spanking me, and then, into the bedroom.

He encourages me to put on his favourite kind of 50’s burlesque panties, which I delight in wearing for him. He wants to see my wetness through the panties, so again I am bent over on the bed. We play for sometime and I orgasm again and again whilst we play.

We look at each other and he takes off his underwear, I move to the floor and grabbing his hand move him so that I can kneel before him whilst I take his stiff, excited cock into my mouth. Oh the pleasure, the madness in my mouth, his smell and taste, all sex. I suck him, I deep throat him, I pull back and lick his end so gently that it quivers at the point of my tongue, over and over whilst we both groan.

I can feel he wants to come and we lay on the bed before one another, I stand above his head fingering my hot wetness between my legs watching his stiffness about to explode before me. He loved the view and I saw his helmet throbbing and getting darker with blood from pressure. ‘I want to come on your tits!’ he shouted, so I jump down whilst he wanked the last few wanks that he had left and I in turn was thrusting my fingers into my pussy. I smelt him cuming, the testosterone push, and his hot wet sticky mess shot out of his cock prouding itself all over my breasts, my pussy pulsating and bursting with my own orgasm. The sweat behind my knees glistening in my stockings and my breath slowing from the intense burst of delight and the colour of his cock turning back to pink, we both lay and enjoy the aftermath…

Wow Mr Scot and thank you for an interesting meeting!

Daisy

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