THOT DIARIES

Entry Forty Two

June 27, 2016

I've been on some hoe shit.

This dude came and picked me up in this little cute Volvo. He drove me to the park and we sat there in his car for a few minutes, talking.

While we were talking, I was just admiring his face because it looked fuckable. This conversational shit was cool but, I just wanted to taste his dick.

I stared at his dick print, trying to hint to him that I wanted a mouth full of cock.

Eventually, he noticed and leaned back and said, "Do ya thang."

He did not have to tell me twice, damn it! I pulled the dick out and started singing to it.

It was so damn pretty, I'm not even going to lie. At first, the packawhacka was kind of soft. But, after I kissed it, it went miniature hulk on me. I wasn't even ready.

So, I started slurping him up. He slow stroked my throat then, he switched it up on me. He was fucking my face like he was mad at me, just giving my throat the business. He even cheered me on.

Like, 'Go best friend. That's my best friend. Yasss.'

He had me hyped as fuck. Bitch, I did my thang.

At first, I didn't wanna drop it all on him at once. It was his first time experiencing what my throat had to offer. I couldn't overwhelm him too much but, something was telling me to make that boy fall in love.

I said I wasn't going to do it but, the Demon How, deep done inside me, spoke and said, "Bitch, do it."

I laid so much on the nigga, I'm surprised he handled it so well. I was giving my all and he was taking it like a champion. He fucked the shit out of my throat. I'm not even ashamed to say it.

Everything went wonderful, up until he started doing a little too much. Of course, with me, it is to be expected. However, the more I showed out, he showed out ten times as bad. It had gotten to the point where he started shaking in his seat like he was having seizures and shit. I had to stop for a minute and make sure Baby Boy was okay because I'll be damned if a nigga die while I'm slurping his balls. Why? So they can slap me with an involuntary manslaughter charge? I think the fuck not

I had to calm down on the dick, just a little. But, I was still fucking it up.

I started taking breaks in between dick sucking because this nigga was taking too long to bust one little, funky ass nut. My back started to hurt and my neck got stiff. But I'm not a quitter. So, I fought for that nut.

Then, me being the paranoid bitch that I am, I kept peeking my head up because I heard cars passing through. I thought that one might've pulled up in the parking lot or something. Then, this nigga pushed my head down and told me that he had look out. I just needed to keep sucking his dick.

That nigga was something else.

At one point, he started smacking my ass. And it was a little too hard for my liking. So, I told him to chill out a bit. Guess what he told me? This nigga told me to shut up and suck his dick.

At first, he had me fucked up. But, I still sucked that dick because all that aggression in his voice had me horny and scared at the same time.

As much as I enjoyed sucking Baby Boy's dick, he was taking too long to give me a nut. My damn neck and back was hurting. Usually, I didn't mind making certain sacrifices but a bitch was tired. I was just so determined to get this nut. I even did things that I never tried before. I put the dick AND the balls in my mouth. I thought that maybe if I got to both of them, it'll speed up the orgasm. Oh, That shit was beautiful, if I do say so myself. I've never heard a boy scream so loud. It made me feel accomplished with my life.

Anyways, even though his reaction was everything I wanted it to be, I never got him to bust his nut. To say the least, I was disappointed. I guess the head was so good, he never wanted it to end. And, if I was getting my dick sucked like that, I wouldn't want that shit to end either. (Not bragging , but ... 😌😏)

Anyways, I know that nigga will remember me forever. That boy LOVES me. I have his soul in my mouth. That nigga is mine now. Ima make him call me Daddy.