I love going out with the girls to have a good night of man meat hunting and fun. I can usually tell the type of guy I am being approached by as well. It always seems to amaze me whenever a total beta bitch inches his way over to me with complete confidence. It is almost like I can smell the patheticness that oozes from their little bitch skin. A putrid scent of being a loser fuck that hits my perfect princess nose as I walk by.
However, that doesn’t mean that I am not going to play with the beta toy. The opposite is usually true. I love running into weak men, they mold like clay between my fingers. They do absolutely anything for the opportunity to worship my perfect pussy that they know they are completely undeserving of. I dance with the ladies, he buys all the drinks. I grind on other men, he offers to rub my feet. I’m done for the night, he makes sure we all make it home safely, even walking me to my door.
Of course, this is only because for whatever reason he thought he was going to get some. I invited him in and told him I was going to get on something he would really love. I left to my bedroom and came back wearing leather strappy lingerie and a big realistic black dildo strap-on. At first, he dared to act uninterested. However, both he and I knew better. I ordered him to take every last inch of me. I knew how hungry his sissy ass was. So did he. There was no more convincing needed. Down to his knees, he went to worship me and beg for my monster cock in his pathetic sissy ass.