As other platforms disappear or are threatened, I’ve started using Twitter to scout “professional talent.” A couple of weeks ago, I checked my Twitter feed and discovered that “Mandi” is visiting from the West. I hurriedly e-mailed her with my screening information, inquiring if she could fit me into her schedule. She quickly responded, offering an appointment late in the evening.
I drove to her hotel after class. She texted me her room number. Anticipation building, I inconspicuously walked through the foyer, took the elevator to the 5th floor, and made my way to the room. I knocked on the door. A few seconds passed before it opened.
“Phillip?” she whispered.
She let me in and invited me to sit down. I discreetly placed the donation on a table. Mandi is in her mid-20s, and her short black mini dress barely concealed her slender figure. She’s bubbly and giggly, and the conversation was light. “What’s the farthest you’ve ever driven to fuck?” she asked at one point. Sensing my reserve, she said, “I think you need to loosen up a bit.” Then she got up, peeled off her dress, put on some sexy music on her iPad, and put on a little show for me, moving that tight little ass of hers. Then she leaned into me.
“Like me being a dirty little slut for you?” she sighed.
She straddled me in the chair, grinding on my crotch. She felt my hardness. She unbuttoned my shirt and ran her fingers down my chest. I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair, then reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. She shook her bra off. I massaged her breasts before I suckled on her left nipple. Then I watched as she descended to her knees. She positioned herself in front of me, unfastened my belt, unzipped my pants, and freed my cock from my boxer briefs. Staring into my eyes, she lowered her lips to my cock. I felt my dark sexual energy stirring within me.
She then lured me to the bed for foreplay. I pulled off her lacy red panties. She ended up on all fours. I planted myself behind her and then slowly entered her. My thrusts, slow and steady at first, soon quickened. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her round, juicy ass. I gave it a light smack. She squealed. So I spanked her again. And again. I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and gently pulled it. She squealed even louder.
I started to lose control. My animal nature took over. I fucked her harder and harder, slapping her ass when I felt like it. Rivulets of sweat trickled down my face. I had slipped out of reality. I couldn’t last much longer. A loud groan came out of my mouth as I was overtaken by a pulsing orgasm.
As we recovered, Mandi mentioned that she’s planning on returning in May. I promised to see her again.
Lutheran Guilt 