fuckedcell

Today, “MonMan” emailed me. he said he wanted both mouth & ass this day. we agreed on 3pm. he also said he wanted me to dress up.

well, panties & stockings i can do. if he wants any more than that, he can go hook up w/ a cross dresser.

i got everything ready in the bedroom then he hit the doorbell. he told me his phone was broken and that’s why he emailed. i said i hoped he’d get it fixed soon.

in the darkened bedroom, i lit candles then stripped. i had out a pair of black thigh-high stockings out & 2 pair of lace panties. he chose the blue. i put em on then rolled on the stockings as he undressed.

then he popped “the question.” no, not that question, the other one. “hey, could u help me out w/ getting my phone fixed?” this is the guy mentioned in an earlier post who insisted (unsuccessfully) that i buy his laptop so he could pay bills.

“Dont bring money into this,” i said. “if u need cash, there are payday loan stores everywhere. or u could hit up your friends. im not lending money.”

“well, fuck, u just ruined the mood.”

i did? gee whiz….

“i dont need this, i’ll find someone else,” he fumed.

dude, no u wont. u dont know anybody else u can hit up for a great blowjob or slippery ass to fuck most any time u want. what he said is a threat: give me money or u dont get my dick.

fine, i thought, go get someone else. when u quit being a jerk, i know u will hit me up again.

he started putting his clothes back on. i pulled off the stockings & blew out the candles. he was griping under his breath as he went down the stairs, w/ me close behind in blue panties. i hadnt said a word since he told me i had ruined the mood.

he unlocked the door, opened it, went out, i closed it & locked it.

what he’s looking for is not a loan. the reason he wont hit up his friends or go to a bank or payday loan joint is he will have to actually pay them back. if i gave him the money, it would be 1 bullshit excuse after another why he cant return the money.

i’ve been playing this game a lot longer than he has.