31 Days of Summers

Dear Diary

Ever since I gave Andrew that hand job I've been thinking about his cock. It's the biggest I've ever seen, okay, it's also the only one I've ever seen, but I'm sure it is big.

It was a dirty comment by Faith over breakfast about sucking a sausage and then demonstrating (to Buffy's annoyance) that made me think about taking the next step from hand to mouth. Especially as Andrew was so entranced by the way Faith was sucking down her breakfast he dribbled his down his shirt.

I spent the rest of the day helping round the house and trying to be as good as I could be so that when I asked Buffy if I could go out and grab a late night DVD rental she had to agree. And because it was getting dark she didn't want me out walking on my own. Quickly I volunteered Andrew as a driver, she wouldn't miss him too much on patrol and I didn't think Andrew would miss it either, too many vamps about trying to kill him.

So that's how I found myself in a parking lot, with Andrew's pants down his thighs and my head bobbing up and down his thick shaft. As it was my first bj I wasn't expecting much, but I got it much further than I was expecting, the cock tickling the back of my throat. And I don't think Andrew was complaining at my pacing and passion either as I bobbed up and down him like I was a nodding dog.

The only problem was that he came after about five minutes, filling my mouth with his salty sperm. I drank it down, I've heard good girl's swallow. Then I gave him a second blowjob as he so loved the first.

I know, dear diary, I'm such a slut and I love it.