Diary – Page 3 – Allessandra Browne

Who is a VIP? You already know if you fit into that category. You will have visited Allessandra Browne on many occasions. You know her body. You remember her scent. You ache to feel her mouth wrapped around your cock. You share a sexual connection that is yours alone.

As a VIP you call the shots. You know you will be seen regardless of the hour. You know she will wrap her arms around your neck and kiss you hard before beckoning you into her ‘office’. There is something comforting about the lit candle the ambient lighting the fuck me music playing softly.

You are invited. Allessandra invites you to become senseless. Your legs are spread and cuffed. Your arms spread and hands cuffed to the contraption beneath the mattress. You can barely move but your cock grows. Allessandra blindfolds you. You know she would put her headphones on you to complete the sensory deprivation but it would mean she couldn’t hear the music and the music is her thing.

You trust her. You have to. She starts with a kiss. You feel her tongue inside your mouth and kiss her back as hard as you can. Her mouth goes to your nipples to gently suck and bite. She hears that sigh escape your lips. Slowly she makes her way down your body. We both know what she wants.

Allessandra is a cock worshipper. If you have been to see her, you know this already. The feel of cock parting her lips, her tongue encouraging the tip of your cock – you can feel her breath all hot and steamy already starting to pant. It is at this moment that she can feel her cunt begin to ache with desire. Her cunt is wet and slippery with want.

His cock slips down her throat with ease. You can feel her wet mouth – her breath – your balls are hard and tight and begging release. Her mouth is in complete control of you now. So close. So close. So close. And then she begins again. It is a lot. It is too much.

Feeling her move until you feel the weight of her body on top of yours. You want that cock inside her cunt. You want it you need it you will fucking have it. If only you weren’t imprisoned. Yes? Her mouth covers yours to suck the
kiss from you. And then. The pressure of her cunt pushing down on your cock is almost too much. It is wet and tight and pulsing the sides of your cock. Her breasts are offered to your mouth. You lick suck and moan with the desire of a man who needs to cum.

It is feeling her on top riding you hard. You can hear her panting and you can feel her gushing. FUCK ME is all she needs to say and your body has lost control. You are fucking her your hips are raised your cock has taken over. Together you release.

The best thing about being a VIP is there is no end. It just is. It will always be. He will always be welcome. Come. Fuck me. xx

It takes a certain kind of man to make her truly submit. It starts with his ability to assert himself. He knows what he wants and he intends to have it. It is that intention that creates the heat between the him and the her. It is in her this willingness to let go of control. Please and thank you.

The knock on the door is anything but timid. He won’t wait. He imagines kicking the fucking door down if necessary. It is the only thing standing between want and wanton. It is his cock that will do the talking from the moment she opens that goddamn door. Open!

Behind the door she licks her lips and smoothes her hair. Right this second she is still in control, she can sit quietly until he leaves but her heart is beating a little too fast and her anticipation is everything. The sweetness of her wants to taste his sweat, swallow him whole and allow him in. Unlock.

There is an edge to his voice that hits her down deep. It is the taking of her face between his hands and kissing her hard that first takes her breath away. This man with the fire wanting to burn this bitch down. He is led to her bedroom where the wild things play. The dance begins before the music has even started. The blindfold in place. Silence.

It’s quiet in here she thinks to herself. Her thoughts are focused on the here and now – the him the her the submission the control. Truth be told she asks herself who really holds control here – the one who wants his cock rammed down her throat or the one who controls the cock? Submission.

His flesh is burning his hard cock pushing ever further down her throat. Open wide baby. Stick your tongue out. Take it. Taste it. Swallow it. Now he can go slower. Now he can begin to build the heat again. The demands come so thick and fast and all she can focus on is the sound of his voice.

Will you do this? Will you do that? No. You will do this and you will do that. The question becomes the answer. What won’t you do? Be careful how you answer he says. Ah but she knows there are no limits apart from those he set in stone.
It is a game. This pull push of the dominant submissive. Neither really runs the show. The demons run amok. He is spent.

She pretends to be sated. Only we know, dear reader, there is no end to this – we have only just started.

VIP.

Please Sir.