Beyond Appearances - Finding Your Own Way

Diary of Fernanda <unk> Friday, 1 November 2007. Dear Diary Tomorrow is the holiday of the dead, I'm going to visit and bring flowers to the graves of my paternal grandparents, I miss them, I miss them very much. Today, I need to talk about my last meeting with client 48, John, 25 years old, Paraibano, came for business, but ended up hiring me for fun. Before I started writing, I didn't do well on a college test, I got a fucking 7. John sent the message this morning, saying: "Hi, Lara. Good morning? Is everything okay? Are you free today?" I only answered him after 30 minutes, because I was in manicure. I answered: "Hi, yes, I'm free!" The conversation evolved, continued where he sent the link to his profile on Orkut. I wanted to know who he was talking to. In short, we set the meeting for 1:30 p.m. with a full two-hour program at John's request. At the hotel, I stopped at the front desk, and after being released by the receptionist, I got on the elevator by myself and went up to the seventh floor, and when I got to the front door, I rang the bell and waited... As I opened the door, I met John, a man with tan skin, 5'7", brown eyes, short hair, thick eyebrows, a slight beard, and a drawn accent. He looked about thirty, but, as I said, he was twenty-five! <unk> <unk> He was dressed in impeccable social attire: shirt, light blue long sleeve, white satin trousers, a pair of brown shoes. I, more relaxed, opted for a blue blouse with straps, shorts and black heels. I completed the look with earrings, two bracelets, and a wristwatch. We greeted each other with a handshake right at the entrance, he seemed quite pleased with my presence. "He commented on my being tall and beautiful". I thanked him. The room, 788, was large, air-conditioned, had a wooden floor, a dining table with two chairs, another office table with a chair for work, a large bed with sheets and white pillows, TV, fridge. Soft lights from the light bulbs, bathroom without hydromassage, a beautiful and sophisticated decoration. An environment suitable for sex. We sat on the couch for a very quick conversation before I went to the bathroom to change. During the conversation, John handed me the envelope with the money. I stood up and told him that I would not be long. I walked out carrying my bag to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I put my purse under the sink to count the money and, surprisingly, I had R$100 extra. <unk> A little unexpected gift that made me excited. While checking the money, I took my mobile phone from my bag, responded to a message from another customer. Then I organized my money in my bag and decided to take a quick shower. After the shower, I chose one, black lingerie with socks and ties, in addition to the black heel. I put on my lipstick and returned to the room parading my body, exhibiting it to the customer. John was sitting on the sofa, tasting a dose of whiskey with ice. I found it a little impatient, but when he saw me in that lingerie and jumps. I received compliments! <unk> He asked my age? <unk> <unk> <unk> I answered 20 years old. I asked his age. <unk> He answered 25 years old. He offered me something to drink, at first, I preferred ice water. Seeing him so excited in my sensual outfit, we approached him on the sofa, he was exhaling a delicious scent of someone who had recently taken a bath. We started a warmer conversation, provocative and naughty looks; we talked about sex and his favorite positions, which soon evolved into caresses and ardent kisses. We didn't waste any time and even as we sat the whorehouse rolled loose. My strategy was to start with the oral. Last week, two clients in different services to each other, "said I had a seductive look". With John, I remembered the comments. The moment we both stood up. He took off his shirt, then his socks and his shoes. I took off his pants, starting with the belt. Then I unbuttoned the zipper. Finally, I lowered his pants to the ankles, watering them with a lot of glances. The penis was not large, normal size, already, it was hardened. Without hesitation, I knelt in front of the guy on a white carpet, and I tried to taste every corner of his penis. My lips found the soft texture of his member, while tasting it flooded my palate. I passed my hands all over his body. What an experience, daily! The mixture of the temperature of my mouth, with the sweetness of his penis, generated in me, delicious sensations. John was stirring his own hair, I, staring at him without blinking, enjoying to the fullest before my mouth turned into a pool of jokes. My lips (came and went) in a slow and delayed rhythm, were the visible evidence of a simple, but totally satisfying pleasure. John, came to hold with his hands each side of my head. This man got so thirsty, daily, to the point that he asked me to marry, rs. Yes, yes, yes and yes, the guy wanted to marry me. I was quite surprised to interrupt the oral. I asked him: Are you serious, man? <unk> <unk> He answered, yes, he shook his head. <unk> It was a small moment of happiness, I didn't expect it, I'm sure it was the excitement, of course it was, rs. Sometimes it's those little pleasures that make life more fun. Well, after an unexpected proposal of marriage, I continued my oral for a while more, I licked his whole dick. Oh, I, I can't forget the little licks on his balls while masturbating his member, and the turn of my lipstick on his "little boy". I focused on, that he enjoyed, but the paraibano, was giving me a certain job. He just didn't enjoy, daily. He rubbed his penis on his breasts, and nothing. Then on the face in contact with his eyes, and nothing. I began to ask him to enjoy inside my mouth with a sensual voice. Uff, yes, then he came to the lust. Today I had one of those unusual moments that are worth writing about here. The young man's penis decided that it was the perfect time to put on a show of its own. In a surprising ejaculation, the joy gushed through the urethra, reaching not only my face, but also invading my mouth. I stood there, surprised with my eyes closed, kind of scared, with my face all funny, holding on to his member. I don't know what got into me, I started laughing so much that the tears mixed with the joy on my face. He must have thought I was a crazy sweep. The floor also did not escape this small flood of lust, rs. You know one of those moments when life decides to play a game, and all you can do is laugh and enjoy the situation? So, the lesson for today was clear: a smile on your face can be a reminder that it's healthy not to take life so seriously. We stayed in this position for a while, he stood up all sweaty, I was on my knees, all teased, holding his "little boy" in masturbation with both hands, sucking not only his glans, but also his balls, then I dropped everything and sat down on the carpet. In the first seconds after oral and ejaculation. Compliments. Compliments from him to me. Gentleman, he helped me up from the floor and went with me to the bathroom. But we ended up taking a bath together, a fun bath. We kissed with mutual caresses. John sucked me in the shower. However, I did not like his oral, he needs to train urgently, he sucked too fast. Note 5. We closed the shower, went back to the bedroom in our bathing suits, then he offered me a drink, which I accepted, we drank a glass of white wine, we rested, we sat on the couch, we let the time pass, we talked about personal matters: <unk> He said he was a businessman, working with his father. <unk> <unk> He said he was going to business school. <unk> <unk> He asked if I was going to college? <unk> I said yes, but I was lying. I said I was going to school for Arts instead of Psychology. <unk> Taking that glass of white wine on an empty stomach, the drink went up on my head leaving me merely drunk, loose, altered. Out of nowhere, I left the glass under the table, got up, took off my bathrobe, dropped it on the floor, smiled at him, turned my back, walked to the bed, crawled up the bed to the center. I stood on all fours looking at John. I began to shake my ass, patting my buttocks and making a naughty face. Then I lay on my ass, spreading my legs, smoothing my body, smiling, amusing myself, with his face of <unk>booboon wolf<unk>. Still sitting in the chair he <unk>filmed me<unk> from far away. But the fool of the client did not come, did not take the attitude of a man, so I had to take the attitude of calling him by moving my thumb, <unk>fura-cake<unk>. After I turned my eyes away from the boy, looking forward, I felt chills from him sucking my ass, muzzle and clitoris bravely. It was like a dog in the heat <unk>loving the dog<unk>. I was mega excited and this time, I was satisfied with his oral. I didn't even have to lick his penis, it was already hard. I, encouraged by the white wine, without the slightest shame in the fuchsa, asked him to fuck me by opening his buttocks. John, outlined a beautiful malicious smile, agreeing with me. Then I turned around and asked him to put the condom on, he had to get out of bed, get another condom in his backpack and come back. He put it on quickly. After a few seconds he entered my "little girl" with everything, grabbing my waist. Between one penetration and another, John would say phrases like: "What a nice kiss" or "I'll fuck you all your little fucking taste". I, drunk, answered him: "Can you come, I put more, I put, I put?" Anyway, daily, I took strong pumps in my vagina and compulsively moaned. "If I had creases in my vagina" I don't have any more, rs. Our moans mixed and echoed in the room, they went far away. While we were having sex, John went with his hand on my clitoris and began to rub it with his fingers. I thought it was very sexy. At another time, I tried to arch my body upwards, but I didn't let go, because it was more sexy that way. The beaks of my breasts became hard due to my excitement, the madness, I started to squeeze them to see if they hurt, rs, rs, rs ... Sometimes John would put his penis out and take a break. Honestly, I hate it, it takes away the glow of sex. He would just point at his member, pointing to him to put it in my "little boy". John let out an ugly smile and even asked, "Do I like your dick?" What a stupid question. I wanted him to fuck me right away so I could go, rs. I ignored his question, pretending to be deaf and dumb. Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and entered me abruptly. I was already grabbing the pillows, moaning very loudly. My body was shaking fast. John was pumping his penis deep and very fast. Wow, I felt violated and an adrenaline running through my veins, where we fucked like a "man and a woman from the caves". Suddenly, he took off from me, pulled the condom from the penis moaning, throwing it on the bed, mocking between my butt and back. After mocking. John was rubbing his mealy penis on my clitoris, trying to penetrate me without the condom, but I, cleverly, dodged his "boy" sitting on the bed, rs. After sex, John got out of bed and went to the bathroom to urinate. I took the opportunity to look at the time. We had already spent (1:00 of 2:00). On his return to the room, "I asked if he had an apple or something else to eat, claiming to be hungry". He smiled and said, "That he was also dying of hunger". We took the menu of the hotel restaurant on the table. John called the receptionist, asking if we had chosen him to eat on the menu. In the meantime, I took a quick shower. I went back to the room in my bathrobe. On my return to the suite, the pariah took my bathrobe off my body and sucked my breasts near the window, with us standing. John heard my stomach growling with hunger and began to laugh. He said, "Calm down, stomach, the food is coming". I was so unpleasant. He must have thought I was a starving person, rs. Ten minutes later, the meal arrived. For me, grilled chicken, white rice, beans, tomato salad. For him, steak, rice, beans, fries and lettuce salad. We drank orange juice, which was delicious. After lunch, I told him I was going to brush my teeth, and he did, and that was after I got back, and in the meantime, I looked at my watch again, and I only had 30 minutes with me, and I got the anal gel out of my purse, and I sat on the couch and I applied it to both my vagina and my anus. On the return of the customer, the paraibano caught me sitting, naked, with an innocent look, with open legs, rocking breasts, and a malicious smile. He stood admiring me from afar! When he approached my person, he took off his robe in front of me. I, continued to insinuate myself with open legs to him touching his fingers on my "little boy". He was amazed when I tightened the lips of the vagina, exhibiting the background of my femininity. The man went crazy, daily, etc. If his dick was a wolf's mouth, he'd be drooling. John was in heat, holding his erect penis. We kissed intensely. Since we didn't have much time, he briefly sucked my "little flower" full of gel. I demanded that he put on the condom. Meanwhile I had no problems! He penetrated my anus in the "roasted chicken". He entered slowly and then accelerated in the pumps. It was delicious and I began to caress myself on the clitoris, then opening my vagina for him to get even more excited. After a very few minutes, I enjoyed shouting. With the saying: "Ahhh, I'm joking, I'm joking, I fucked, I fucked... <unk>". Suddenly, he stopped and took my anus. I thought he had joked, but no. He asked me to stay on all fours still on the sofa. I obeyed him and stayed in the position rolling my little bundle, rs. I didn't feel anything when I was penetrated in the ass. He was no longer the same as at the beginning. The transaction did not last long, daily. Only anal. John accelerated for a while, then decreased, stopping the penetration completely so as not to enjoy before time. His hands went through my entire body in the anal act. At one point of the trance, we went back to the bed, but we didn't get on it. Standing up, he asked me to put my hands on the bed and lower my body. I obeyed and did. John came from behind and slowly penetrated my ass. But this time I felt a discomfort in the penetration. Maybe it was the lack of gel or the amount that penetrated me before. I didn't bother to interrupt the fucking, we continued the act. Deep down, deep down, daily, I liked him. John was a very porn actor, in his way of conducting me in the trance. If he wanted fun, he had with me. Because even though he was tired, he was excited to fuck. As time went on, we were climbing, climbing into the bed, where I was on all fours, taking that place, cuddling on the pillow, counting the minutes to finish. John accelerated a lot at some time, but when it seemed that he was going to joke, he would interrupt, holding his penis inside so as not to joke. I felt a lot of adrenaline at that moment! Then he held me in the waist and accelerated until he joked. So delicious, I love when the client spends all his energy with me. When he went to have some real fun, he took off his penis, took off the condom and enjoyed masturbating by grinding my ass all over with his lust. Anyway, diary. John sat on the bed covered in sweat and a look of satisfaction. I, I was lying on my butt laughing up looking at him, as if I was "fiscaling" his emotions. For the first few seconds after sex, no contact, we were just talking in bed next to each other, and when my wristwatch rang, I told him it was the end of time. I got out of bed, grabbed my lingerie and went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, then put on my clothes, put on my makeup, did my hair, put on my heels to leave. John reimbursed me with 50 reais, the taxi fare, after I gave him the receipt for 38.00 reais. I liked him, diary, handsome boy, rich, educated, I just didn't like his oral, rs. But in this case, it's irrelevant. <unk> <unk> He promised to call me when he came back to the city. <unk> <unk> He thanked me for the visit, for the sex, for the fun. In underwear and slippers, he opened the door for me, we exchanged a stamp, we embraced, and I left. It's 00:44 A.M. I need to sleep. It was Fernanda.