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Little_Red_Rose
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He calls me Assley (CLOSED: Aussie_Wolf and I )
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God, I was so hot! I felt my skin burning and aching with every little touch it made on this leather couch. Everything...everything felt so fucking fantastic. I wanted more - so much fucking more from him...this stranger who got me to this point. "Mmmmph. . ." I moaned, rubbing my pussy against the cold fabric of his couch. Meanwhile, Simon was placing....a camera? I didn't really know what he was doing from the reflection on the mirror. I didn't really fucking care.
I wanted his cock so bad.
Simon grinned as finished placing it...
"What's your real name?" he asked simply, turning to see me.
"A...Ashley Richmond."
"No. I want the nickname I gave you tonight."
"Assley Richmond..."
He took off his belt and came a bit closer.
"What's your boyfriend's name?"
"J-James..."
"Did you ever fuck James?"
"N-No!"
"Did you ever fuck anyone?"
Suddenly the room was quiet, except for the soft noises I made from rubbing my hips against this couch. Simon's facial expression quickly turned to anger as he used his belt to whip against my ass.
"A-AH FU-FUCK!" I cried out loud. "N-NO I NEVER DID!"
"Good girl. Now everyone can watch me dominate your ass." he said with a wicked grin "A whole lot more than I've been doing to you all night."
How did I get here?
I...I think it started with that blog post...
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Entry #33
Trip to Vegas:
I didn't really want to go to Vegas, to be perfectly honest. I didn't really see the appeal of getting a few drinks, playing some stupid slot machines (hello, I was smarter than that) and socialize with Nick's co-workers. I'm sorry if this sounds snobbish of me, but I really really didn't want to go. But of course, my boyfriend managed to convince me with some pretty bad guilt-tripping. He was getting pretty damn close to a promotion and the higher-ups were bringing their wives and he wanted to fit in. Of course, I also knew that the reason we wanted me to come is that his boss adored me.
Well, maybe adore is not really the word. In reality his boss is your stereotype CEO - a boomer generation, bald, Anglo-saxon pervert. I'm pretty sure he follows my blog anonymously (if so, hey Bob) and if not, well then he is just a plain dirty old man. But of course, who could blame him right? I know that might sound conceited, but I wasn't born yesterday. Guys usually fawn over my body; whether it's my tall (5'10") body, long legs, 32D cup boobs or my big round butt. Doesn't mean that I like the attention, mind you.
So, yeah. Here I am, a twenty-one year old in Vegas. I guess even though I don't really want to be here that I should count myself lucky - there's thousands of people who would love to be in my shoes right now. Thankfully we're here for just one week and that Nick's boss told everyone to dress up casual for when we meet up at some casino called "Winchester Royal". If any of you are around, hi (even if I don't see you haha). Keep in mind that Nicole isn't my actual name, so sorry if you shout out to me and I don't answer!
Anyway, I gotta go. Peace!
-Nicole
UPDATE: I almost forgot! Here's a selfie to get you guys throughout the week. Cheer up everyone! It's hump day!
~~~
God, I was so hot! I felt my skin burning and aching with every little touch it made on this leather couch. Everything...everything felt so fucking fantastic. I wanted more - so much fucking more from him...this stranger who got me to this point. "Mmmmph. . ." I moaned, rubbing my pussy against the cold fabric of his couch. Meanwhile, Simon was placing....a camera? I didn't really know what he was doing from the reflection on the mirror. I didn't really fucking care.
I wanted his cock so bad.
Simon grinned as finished placing it...
"What's your real name?" he asked simply, turning to see me.
"A...Ashley Richmond."
"No. I want the nickname I gave you tonight."
"Assley Richmond..."
He took off his belt and came a bit closer.
"What's your boyfriend's name?"
"J-James..."
"Did you ever fuck James?"
"N-No!"
"Did you ever fuck anyone?"
Suddenly the room was quiet, except for the soft noises I made from rubbing my hips against this couch. Simon's facial expression quickly turned to anger as he used his belt to whip against my ass.
"A-AH FU-FUCK!" I cried out loud. "N-NO I NEVER DID!"
"Good girl. Now everyone can watch me dominate your ass." he said with a wicked grin "A whole lot more than I've been doing to you all night."
How did I get here?
I...I think it started with that blog post...
...
NICOLE'S BLOG (The fat ass bitch!):
http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j341/bubblegumcrush/bubblegumcrush136/adcc99a5-2848-4300-a943-add305b9af6f_zpsb6zkdejk.jpg
http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j341/bubblegumcrush/bubblegumcrush136/adcc99a5-2848-4300-a943-add305b9af6f_zpsb6zkdejk.jpg
Entry #33
Trip to Vegas:
I didn't really want to go to Vegas, to be perfectly honest. I didn't really see the appeal of getting a few drinks, playing some stupid slot machines (hello, I was smarter than that) and socialize with Nick's co-workers. I'm sorry if this sounds snobbish of me, but I really really didn't want to go. But of course, my boyfriend managed to convince me with some pretty bad guilt-tripping. He was getting pretty damn close to a promotion and the higher-ups were bringing their wives and he wanted to fit in. Of course, I also knew that the reason we wanted me to come is that his boss adored me.
Well, maybe adore is not really the word. In reality his boss is your stereotype CEO - a boomer generation, bald, Anglo-saxon pervert. I'm pretty sure he follows my blog anonymously (if so, hey Bob) and if not, well then he is just a plain dirty old man. But of course, who could blame him right? I know that might sound conceited, but I wasn't born yesterday. Guys usually fawn over my body; whether it's my tall (5'10") body, long legs, 32D cup boobs or my big round butt. Doesn't mean that I like the attention, mind you.
So, yeah. Here I am, a twenty-one year old in Vegas. I guess even though I don't really want to be here that I should count myself lucky - there's thousands of people who would love to be in my shoes right now. Thankfully we're here for just one week and that Nick's boss told everyone to dress up casual for when we meet up at some casino called "Winchester Royal". If any of you are around, hi (even if I don't see you haha). Keep in mind that Nicole isn't my actual name, so sorry if you shout out to me and I don't answer!
Anyway, I gotta go. Peace!
-Nicole
UPDATE: I almost forgot! Here's a selfie to get you guys throughout the week. Cheer up everyone! It's hump day!
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