They say when it rains, it pours.  Sometimes you expect it to pour, only to get a slight sprinkle.

Yesterday it POURED.  Cassandra saw FOUR clients!  She had one orgasm, received two blowjobs, saw three repeat customers, and pounded all four of them.  The latter is fast becoming my specialty: Cassandra the Indomitable Pounder!!!

I wasn’t tired as I went from one client to the next, but I sure was exhausted today. 

It is a lot of work – A LOT OF WORK – to pound away while your waist is cinched and pesky strands of long hair fly all over your face, all the while balancing yourself on 7-inch stiletto heels.  I am full on S-H-I-N-I-N-G when I’m done.  No need for rouge anymore, my cheeks look like I just ran the Boston Marathon.

The first guy was the sole new client of the day, older (mid-fifties or so) with an extremely tanned body.  Full-on leather face, too.  But when he bent over and showed me his ass, I was surprised at how supple, how perfect the muscle tone, and so appetizingly an innocent shade of white, it was.  In short – it was the hot ass of a young man.  I guess he always wore a speedo when he suntanned.  My pelvis banged against those shapely mounds, again and again, sending slight waves across the ass rippling down to his moan at the foot of the bed. His face and body were ok – overly baked, but ok – but man what an ass…

Note to self: staying out of the sun really keeps the bums young.   

He said I was the best top t-girl ever. 

That I gave him the best pounding of his life. 

He emailed me right after getting home to let me know that not only was I a complete fantasy come true, he could also tell I have a good heart. 

Awwwwww…

And that he wants to come back TODAY. 

And then he had the balls to ask if I can do it for a third less $$$ this time.  

I know, I know.  I’m not even going to comment. 

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I wasn’t expecting a rainstorm today (and to be honest I couldn’t handle another day like yesterday), but I though I’d get more than the one sprinkle of raindrop I got.  One potential date fell asleep while waiting for my response.  Another cancelled and wanted to reschedule for the weekend.  Another was supposed to come at 8 pm, then said he had to work OT and can’t make it, but then emailed me just now asking if he can still come.  I was so irritated I didn’t even respond.

And finally, Cassandra had her first rejection today.

He was twenty years old.  Hispanic.  Maybe about 5’5’’ – a full FOOT shorter than me when I met him at the door in my high heels.  I think he was a confused little kid – he came over with a huge Abercrombie shopping bag (what’s up with that?).  Over email he said he was a top.  I told him very clearly I am not a bottom.  Yet he still wanted to come over.  I guess when he saw the ridiculousness of a midget trying to top an Amazon, he left. 

No more little kids for Cassandra from now on.

But the guy who came over earlier in the afternoon, my one little sprinkle of raindrop in an otherwise dry day, was quite savory.  Irish.  Accented.  A carpenter by trade.  Blond. Light blue eyes.  The works.

He started off by telling me he doesn’t normally do this kind of stuff.  Yada, yada, yada. He has a girlfriend, etc. etc. etc.  I’m fast learning that when a guy declares “I don’t normally do this stuff,” it’s code for I give really good head. He turned over onto his stomach and asked me to top him, just like my ad advertised.  I couldn’t find a condom in my room – taking four dates yesterday and going through an average of two condoms per date will do that to your condom stash! – so I went to the living room, where my roommates have a communal flower pot filled with condoms just for this purpose.

When I came back into the room, condoms in hand, he took my shecock back into his mouth, ostensibly to make sure it stays extra hard so the initial penetration is easier.  Again, he really REALLY enjoyed working my shecock in his mouth.  He was very good at it.  I had to wrestle it out of his mouth before I got too close to cumming.  I don’t normally do this stuff – LIAR!!!  He knew exactly what he wanted and instructed me accordingly: to rub my body against his, harder, with more contact, so he can feel the full weight of me; to rub my shecock against his crack. 

His ass had the aroma of someone who’s been working manual labor all day. 

It smelled like a burrito. 

With extra onions. 

And then I pounded him.  He can probably do with a bigger shecock, but he enjoyed mine immensely.  The way his hands grabbed the sheets and curled into fists.  Take my ass, it’s all yours, Cassandra.  He came onto his stomach when I finished him off missionary position, with his legs over my shoulders.

We chatted a bit as he was lacing up his workboots.  He had a very nice profile and I told him that.  He told me he was very handsome when he was young.  I can see that too.  He’s not quite leather face yet, but working outdoors has left him with a thick-skinned face and crows feet.  He’s still handsome, with a boyish face that reflects a manhood steeped in labor, and a mop of naturally sun-lightened blond hair.  And, of course, the pretty blue eyes.  He told me where he’s from in Ireland, and of course I had to tell him all about my BFF Hank, who’s Irish from Brooklyn. 

BTW, I hate this shit when white people do it to me: “Oh, I know this Chinese person back from Wichita, Kansas!” But I think it’s OK when it’s done to white people.  Especially if they’re Irish.

The whole experience was pretty hot, burrito smelling butt and all.  He was exactly the type who I wanted to meet when I first started dressing up as Cassandra.  A masculine, blond-haired, blue-eyed Irish lad coming straight (no pun intended) from working a construction site.  With real lace-up work boots!  So he can give me head and I fuck him!  Such a porno fantasy…  But as hot as he was, I couldn’t wait for him to leave so I can email Hank and tell him all about it.  Perhaps tease him a little. 

Hey, what’s the deal with Irish guys and burrito smelling butts? 

Are there lots of Taquerias in Ireland?

But before the internet connection was even up and running, Burrito Butt texted me.

I want more, he said.

Damn, I’m good…

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