Sheesh, did I get fucked today or what? I can hardly walk. Bob pounded me in both holes and then finished in my mouth. That was the first fuck. Then he split my asshole wide open the second time around and pumped his next load in my guts. For the third one, he did the exact same thing. He reshaped my asshole into a 4-inch cum pipe. I'd hate to have a small dick and try and fuck my ass right now. I wouldn't even know it's in. Am I sore? Yes. I admit it. I was not anticipating being used like a rag doll today. Am I upset about it? Not in the least. It feels good to feel so destroyed. It's incredible the changes a hard dick can make on a girl's body. This will weird you out, but Bob blew my asshole out so much my buttplug won't stay in. It just falls out. I tried to put it back in when I was leaving, but it dropped to the floor when I stood up. So I put it back in, held it there for a second, and it fell to the floor again. That makes me want to masturbate, but I just can't. It would take me an hour to cum if I even could. I must have cum 5 times today. All huge orgasms. The kind that makes Bob laugh because I look and sound stupid. I can't help it. If you make me cum hard, I'm going to act like a tard while I'm doing it. But now, my clit is massive but numb. Bob put it through a serious workout. I would need a jackhammer to feel it right now. But, my asshole is gaped to the max, I'm full of sperm, and I have that slight smile permanently plastered on my face. It's good to be alive. After getting pumped like that, I can't imagine life without my vagina. Damn, I feel good!
Mandy called while I was on my way home. She wants to come over and get drinks. I told her no. First, she isn't going to want to lick my wide-open asshole; I'm too tired to lick hers, and after being fucked into the ground like I just was, just who needs booze? I'm high on the sperm still dripping out of my hole. So I told her no. She seemed upset. I tried to explain that my ass was whistling when I walked, but that seemed to make her even madder. She said, "You're still seeing that guy?" in a snarky way. Like, I'm supposed to be exclusive to her or something. She's hot. I like the fantastic pussy, but pussy isn't going to be dumping a load of cum in my ass now, is it? She asked me to think about it. Who does that? Think about what? I'm tired. Bob turned me into a cum soaked blob of meat. I don't have the energy after being pumped like that. I just want to lay on my bed and watch his cum leak out of me in the mirror. Is that asking to much?
I sucked a guy's dick yesterday until his balls cramped up and tossed hot slimy testicle snot down my throat. It was quite good. Nothing fancy. We didn't even take his pants off. I unzipped him, gobbled him, sent him on his way, and ended up sperm-burping for the remainder of the day. His name was Aaron. He works with Scott. This has left Scott feeling pretty upset. Not that I let him squeeze his penis between my lips and poke my tonsils with the head of his dick, but that I let him video it and take pics. Scott thinks it could jeopardize his career. I told him I found that hard to "swallow." He didn't think that was funny. Aaron isn't all that, so he has nothing to worry about. Plus, he's married. He isn't going to be dumb enough to show everyone his dick sliding in and out of my mouth. He is going to use it for the same purpose I want to use it for... to masturbate with. I need to get a copy. Maybe I should ask Scott to get me one the next time he sees him. Look, there is only one reason I sucked his dick, and that's because he works with Scott. Aaron is nothing special, but I like knowing the next time Scott has to talk to him or work with him, they will both be thinking about Aarons's cock twitching and jerking as it pumps cum into my belly. I can't wait for the day to cum when Scott gets home and tells me he had to see Aaron that day. It's agonizingly delicious thinking about it.
How did I find Aaron yesterday? He was at my house swapping a water meter part out. We had met each other before though yesterday was the first day I met his cock. Like I said. He worked with Scott, and that made him irresistible. He was "up" for it, so I drank from his hose.
The odd thing about yesterday. Aaron's cock was a bit on the thin side. Probably five inches long but thin. Which, in all honesty, makes for a perfect dick to suck on. It fits in my mouth and slides into the back of my throat effortlessly. I spent most of the five minutes yesterday with Aarons's balls on my lips because it was so easy to throat him. Which was hot as fuck. But when he came, I had my lips buried in his pubes, and though I felt his jizz hit my throat, I couldn't taste it all. I left his dick in my throat for a full minute. I like to swallow when I have a dickhead in deep. It's like I'm jerking it off with my throat. So that's what I did to milk him empty. I did suck pretty hard on the head to get the post jizz drip out for him so I got some flavor there. But for the rest of the day, I burped and tasted his sperm. It was super intense. Like his jizz was rolling around on my tongue. That's not a bad thing. I like that. It keeps my pussy buzzing, if you know what I mean. But until I woke up this morning, I was tasting his jizz. I found that curious. I'll quit now. I know I'm weirding you out.
So, I got some cock inside me late this afternoon. Finally. For fuck's sake, what does a girl have to do to get a load pumped up inside her? Ryan stepped up and fucked a load of cum into me, which was long overdue. It was a 10-minute fuck, but I came hard and strong, so I'm good with that. Beats doing it myself. Clean-up has been challenging. By the runny mess in my box, it appears that he has been saving a significant amount of cum for a considerable amount of time. Every time I get up, more jizz runs out of my cunt. I'm not complaining. This might be too much information, but I've been tasting it. I can't help it. One of those strange cravings I can't resist. So good for Ryan for stepping in and breeding me in my time of need.
Well, I tried to get a dick in me today, but instead I ended up mowing my lawn. First, Bob backed out on me because he was "too busy." Who gets too busy to pump cum in a MILF? I guess Bob does. Then Ryan, who said he could get out of work then, said he couldn't. Scott volunteered, but I don't want his dick in me...it's not going to get the job done. Well, it might, but not the way I want it to. If nothing pans out, I'll rub one out, watching him jerk it and eating his own cum. If nothing else, he's good for that. So, in the meantime...I'm mowing my lawn. Thought you might want to know, so I made this little video for you.
So, I have been thinking quite a bit lately about giving up my body to someone half my age to use as his cum dump. I do not require much from him. All he has to do is use my holes and empty his jizz inside me. I'll be happy. This urge is growing into a full-fledged crusade to make that happen, which is probably why I went after that kid in Walmart so hard the other day. A complete failure that one was. I didn't even get close. I got angry because he wanted to get more comfortable with me. My goal was for his cock to feel at ease inside me and pump cum. That didn't happen, and that really did bug me.
He was in his early 20s. I need to find someone older. I'm thinking 30, probably up to 35. I could see myself being folded over a chair and getting my guts packed with a cock from a 30-year-old. I think at that age, they would not only appreciate using me as a mindless cock tunnel but enjoy the power of doing so. I am hoping they will pull my pants down, fuck whatever hole they choose, pour out their testicles inside me, and then use my face to wipe the post-cum drip off their dick, then leave me with cum on my face and drooling nut out of my holes. This next part is important. I don't want them to even think about making me cum. I want to be nothing more than to them than an object used to satisfy their urge to cum. No foreplay, no talk before or after, just pump me. Laugh at me for being such a cock whore. Then leave. Reliving the experience of being bred like a pocket pussy without you there will make me cum harder than you ever could. I know that will bother some of you. You want to make me cum. The thing is. If you fucked me like a toy properly, then you did make me cum. My sexual experience didn't end when you left your sperm in my body. It's just the beginning for me. I intend to use your sperm that is dripping out of and off of me to get off at such a high level that I am unsure if I will get through it consciously. All thanks to you.
I know. I am a fucking nutball. Therapy might be a good call for me. But...what do I care? What turns me on turns me on. I am cumming at such overly intense levels and for extended amounts of time these days that I am constantly chasing that next cum high to exceed the previous one. I'm not going to change my fantasies to be in the "social norm." What a buzz kill that would be. I'm not hurting anyone, including myself. I don't run around saying all women should be ball snot rags. Though the thought of it is intriguing, I get it. Just like guys think with their dicks, I think with my pussy. After I cum, my thoughts are 100 percent back on track, and I'm thinking like a boss. But...and this is funny, my pussy gradually takes over again, and my "be the boss" thought process starts to shift into wanting to be a cum rag again. And I love it. It is a great gift of life. At least, I think it is.
Well, they keep making better clit sucking machines...I can tell you that! I did the one-day Amazon thing and got myself some new toys. I like the suction ones. I don't know why. I just do. Plus, they make my clit all big and puffy. I also like the way it gives my pussy that freshly destroyed look.
Weird day yesterday. I met a guy at Walmart, of all places. In his 20s, decent looking, I thought he was ready to go. We talked for 1/2 an hour in Walmart. I dropped bombs as far as hints go that I would happily spread my legs wide open and let him use my pussy. He missed them. So I finally just asked him in these exact words. "Would you like to cum with me and let me empty your testicles for you?" He said no. I asked him again if he was sure. He said he was sure, but he would like to go to lunch with me and get to know me better." It was my turn to say no. I wasn't hungry for food. The only lunch I wanted was his cum. Plus, I don't have the time to "get to know" a 20 something-year-old better. The only time I have for him is spreading my ass cheeks for him and letting him do things to my asshole with his dick. But...that didn't happen. He didn't budge off of the "wanting to get to know me before we fuck" routine, and I held firm on my "Just stick it in and breed me." demand. So, we went our separate ways. What could have been a day that ended with me having a cum sloppy pussy ended with me checking out my new sex toys I got from Amazon yesterday. I'll show you those today because they are really pretty cool.
I'm going to put this out there as well. No, I didn't give him my number or social media contacts. I didn't see the point. I have zero interest in getting to know someone before we fuck. As far as I'm concerned, if he's pumping sperm into my guts...we are getting to know each other in the best way possible.
Do I post enough? Real quick, I have had competing complaints. Some people think I post way too much stuff. It clutters everything up. Others say I don't post enough. I should make way more videos and slow down the pics. So here's a poll. I can't see who votes for what, so have at it and let me know. Do I Post enough?
I had Ryan cum inside of me last night. Inside my asshole, to be precise. It was good. I had a very good orgasm. An ass orgasm is always good. I didn't let him bend me over. I slipped his dick inside me and rode him on top. Then I switched to missionary, and he pumped his cum in my guts. I watched his face as he went through his entire orgasm. Fascinating, to say the least. My asshole sent sensations through his dick to his brain that triggered his orgasm by releasing chemicals. His beautiful face went slack; his eyes closed, his mouth hung open, and he forgot to breathe. All because my asshole squeezed his cock in all the right ways. Then his cock started pumping cum. It almost looks uncomfortable. Like a release of something painful that is so satisfying he can't stop himself from doing it. Then he went still for half a minute, followed by a shudder. Almost as if whatever chemical was released inside of him ran through his system one more time. I pushed myself onto his cock to get it deep as possible in my guts, and the slick slime his cum made sent me into my orgasm, which I'm sure was similar to his but longer and more intense. A girl has to be careful after she cums like that. It's easy to get attached in hopes of chasing another stronger cum. I suppose that is what it's like to be an addict.
Up early. Getting my holes resized will do that to me. Pump me full of sperm, and it will pump me full of energy for the next day or so! I'm serious about that. A good fuck with lots of jizz left in me is like my version of a 24-hour energy shot.
I am 56. It's getting harder to hit the gym. Things hurt more. Fortunately, the motivation to keep working out is stronger than ever. Why? My theory is that I get wildly sexual after a workout, and being horny is my drug of choice. After I got ding dong out of my house yesterday and Bob was on his way, I hit the gym. Hit it hard. By the time Bob got here, my pussy was a wet mess of girl juices. I then proceeded to get myself turned inside out by his dick. He turned my insides into soup with his dick and fucked me into one continuous orgasm. Left me with a giant hole for a vagina and a puckered asshole. Then he went home.
I wasn't done. Scott came home, and I told him I wanted him to eat me. I was still a wide open hole, and he could even see the leftover cum still inside me. Scott ate it like I told him to. Then I had him put his dick in me, and it was perfect because I could barely even tell he was inside of me. That made me cum, and as soon as I finished, I made him pull out and jerk off for me. Same old, same old for Scott. He rubbed it out into his hand and tried to wipe it off with a towel, but I wouldn't accept that. He ate his sperm while I watched. I love seeing him do that so much. It's so hard for him to see me watching him do that. His face turns red, and his dick shrinks down immediately. I get off on that.
So, here I sit. A still gaped-out hole for a vagina, drooling girl slime because I'm turned on, typing shit out. Wet as fuck. Why? Is it thinking about Bob? My little dicked ex? Scott? Definitely not my ex. He's an asshole. I'm glad he has a tiny dick. He deserves it. I do wish Scott had a little dick. It would be so much more humiliating for him. I would have so much more fun with him if his dick were 3 inches hard. I think I'm turned on the most about watching Scott eat his own cum out of his hand. Just the way he tries to turn away so I can't see it makes me wet. Knowing I can make him do that so that Scott can continue to get whatever little sex I do give him is a solid mental high for me. Add to it, he is getting my wrecked pussy that Bob left him...and I get off every time.
Went on my date today. Talked him into taking his dick out, and all was going well until it didn't. It sure started well. The cute little fella was hard as a little rock, but then it went completely soft and stayed that way. He blamed it on bp medication. Sure...if you say so. It was nerves. He was so worried I was going to crack jokes about his little dick, which is something I didn't do but wanted to so badly, that he just couldn't keep it up. He did cum. I was doing the two-finger stroke on his tiny little soft willy, and sperm just poured out. I've seen guys do that before. Cum with soft dicks. It's not super common but not unheard of. At least he got off. I didn't. He actually started getting snippy with me about it. And..as if the gods of sex were listening, Bob texted. So I got him dressed and rushed him out. He was yapping away about something, but I wasn't paying attention. As soon as he got crappy about his dick being soft, I lost complete and total interest in him. He asked me if I had someone else coming over, and I said yes. No point in lying about it. His dick certainly wasn't going to get it done, so why not move in the tried and true dick immediately. I heard him say, "Once a whore, always a whore." I just nodded my head in agreement, kissed him on the cheek, and said, "Good seeing you, hope life works out for you. Bye." and closed the door. He knocked on the door, and I let the dogs in from the back room, and he left immediately. I had to put them back there because they didn't like him. Which is weird...they like everyone I introduce to them. Except him. He must be a super secret creep or something. They say dogs can sniff that right out. Oh well. These three pics are from Bob absolutely resizing my holes. He fucked my ass and my pussy. He finished in the pussy, though. Just all-around great fucking sex. So good I want to do it again right now. I mean that. Right fucking now. Dammit, it makes me squirm in my chair thinking about the O's I had with Bob today. Forgot all about dipshit until I sat down here tonight to tell you about it. Anyway, I got more for you in just a bit. I think they came out pretty good but you decide.
If my life flashed before my eyes, I hope all I would see are dicks and balls. Just saying.
I was talking with Paul this morning. He is so gay now. How does that happen? He used to be such a man. Can't a guy be gay without changing his tone and voice inflection? I have no patience for a man who can't act like a man...even if he's gay. I already have a pussy...I don't need another one. Unless it's got tits and a tight body to go along with it, I could use another one of those. Just saying.
Daytona Beach has angry crackheads. They wander around high and want to fight everyone. They are so angry they even attack the street signs. Put the crack pipe down and step away from the light pole you're punching there, Crackie Chan, before you hurt yourself. It's as if huffing orange spray paint wasn't bad enough. These folks are flopping around the streets, headbutting buildings. Maybe insane asylums weren't such a bad idea after all. But...you have to admire their work ethic. Even in their delusional state, they still find a way to get enough money to get that next fix every damn day.
I have a date today with an ex-boyfriend. I dumped him. He was good-looking 10 years ago. He seems to be that way now. The problem is he has a tiny dick. Like 3, possibly 4 inches hard, but that's not the issue. It's impossibly thin. Like finger thin. I can't even feel him in my asshole. But still, I can work with that if he would work with me. I need him to be into little dick humiliation. I could really get into some of that in a hard way. The thought of having a guy with such a ridiculously small cock and the mental humiliation and abuse I could put him through would be delicious. The thing is, I tried this with him a decade ago. He couldn't get hard. He took Viagra, and it didn't work. He couldn't face the truth that he not only had a short dick, but it was a stubby pencil dick. Almost like a cartoon. Again...I don't care about that, but I need some help here. Who cares if you have a tiny dick? Let's use what we have and have some fun. It's sex. I'm going to make you cum, so enjoy it. I want to cum as well, and if I need the mental aspect because your dick won't do it alone...then work with me here. I will flick it with my finger like a bug because it's so tiny. Sure, I will give it a two-finger handjob and laugh at it. Without a doubt, I'll ask you if it's in yet. But...and this is a big but...I'm going to be soaking wet and ready to cum while I'm doing it. So get your little dick together, leave your ego at the door, and let's see if your tiny little dick can shoot a big boy-sized load of cum in me. I will let you know how that turns out.
You are too old. I hear that a lot. Like, I'm supposed to stop wanting to fuck because I'm in my 50's. Look, I don't mind getting older...it's my body that is taking it poorly. Except my pussy. My pussy has kicked into turbo mode. It's unbelievable how much it wants to be used like a Fleshlight daily. That's the best part of getting older. I mean, I was horny my whole life but now...I'm horny on blast mode.
Storm Trooper tits...they never get old. I wore this costume for the first time 12 years ago. It's a little worse for wear and cumming apart at the seams, but I managed to tape it back together and get it on. So here you go. Just a few. I'm limited in what I can do in it.
Last two days. I watched someone's kid. Enough said.
I am feeling like I need to cheat on Scott today. I need to find someone he doesn't know about. Slip his dick inside of me, jerk his dick off with my pussy, and carry his sperm around in my guts for the day. I won't tell Scott. I'll just sit with him, feeling another man's cum swimming in my belly. When I feel the other man's sperm sliding out of me into my shorts, I'll tell Scott that I love him. Only I'll know that I opened my legs for this man, let him into my body, let him breed me. Then I'll go home and pretend it was just another day. And now...I need to rub one out. I don't know why that scenario turns me on, but it does in a big way. I need to make that happen. Any volunteers?
Look. I get it. But what is that saying? Life is hard...buy a helmet. For fucks sake, not everything goes with a hitch. I have indeed fucked up more shit than anyone could possibly fix. Crap happens. People say stupid stuff. Money runs out. Pets shit on the floor, and none of life's messes clean themselves up. Here's a bucket...the mops over there.
I have found that most of my cohorts who post porn online are in love with something 6 inches long and two inches wide. You know...dollar bills. If only they were 8 inches long and 3 inches wide, and if used wisely, you can turn yourself into cum dump with them...I'd be right there with them. I would spend those 8 inches without hesitation.
Tits, tits, and more tits. Look, I do some weird shit. Not just with dicks. I sit around the house and practice things that most sane people wouldn't even think about. Why? Because I like to do weird shit. So here you go. I present weird tit dancing for your viewing pleasure. I need to get some dick and quick.
Side note. I finally got around to fixing bt34gg.com, and the new password is
bthalloween23!
Copy and paste that in the password, no username required, and you are in. I put a new video in there, and I'll try to upload new videos several times a week. For those who don't know, these are the videos I can't put here because of the changes in the new release requirements a year ago.
Here are some pics I took when I used to do it all myself. Camera timers, Bluetooth triggers, tripods, all the crap. To much work. It took all the fun out of it. Now I look forward to taking pics. Pose, shoot, upload, see how they do. The better they do, and I'm not going to lie here, the hornier I get. I get wet when I know dicks get hard looking at me. Why wouldn't I? I have always been into being watched. I'll never forget the time I was fucking some guy way back when I was in school, and his friend watched, horrified. I swallowed his cum for the sole purpose of letting his friend see me do it. I thought the watcher was going to pass out. I, on the other hand, almost passed out from cumming, and the only thing I was doing was fingering myself while he watched. My point? Being observed is a lifelong pleasure of mine.
There is a video that goes with that last set of pics. And here that video is. Let me know what you think. It's old, like 8 years ago. I don't think it's actively up anywhere, though, but I could be wrong.
Mandy. What's up with her? Well...who knows? She's painfully attractive in the oddest ways. She also might be a serial killer. So if I end up on the side of the road in a Hefty Bag...you know what happened. I'm just kidding. I'm just saying I wouldn't leave her alone with my dogs. That's how these things start. But again, she is so beautiful, which seems to make everything else that comes with her all good. I am still pinching myself every time I lick that perfect pussy of hers just to make sure I'm not dreaming. But, as someone asked earlier. Her pussy eating skills are hovering around the subpar level. Her fingering skills are not much better. The $100 nails/claws she has done every week don't help. It's okay. She's getting more fun to hang around with, and the truth is eating her clean is all I want to do. I do get off. I use my vibrator, and she uses a dildo and occasionally licks my clit. It gets the job done. I think she would ask to move in with me if she wasn't loaded. But...there is no way she will slum it with me. I don't have a maid.
Look, I take no pleasure in reporting this. Well, maybe a little bit. The people down the street who said I was running a whore house disguised as a porn studio have both been carted away today by the cops. She punched him, and he was so high on something that he swung at the cops. Cue the NFL highlight music as Brooke Tyler moves in for the moral win. It's funny. I never pictured this for them. They seemed so, I don't know, high up on the "Im superior" food chain. From now on, their new nickname shall be "The Convicts."
Do you want to know why I don't get in trouble like my hypocritical neighbors? I've thunk this here predicament out, said in a heavy southern drawl. Because I like to fuck. I don't fuck for a paycheck, and no drugs or trickery is required. I'm probably the one trying to get in your pants to begin with. I'm getting off track. Let's get back to the moral high ground here. Would I suck a guy's cock to pay the rent? If he was a hot hunk of man meat...you bet your ass I would. Because I like to fuck. But I don't rent, and I don't get myself into those types of situations. When I would do something questionable, I thought it through to avoid getting in trouble with Johnny Law. And it worked. Why? Because I was sober. As a closing thought...sucking a hot hunk of man meat cock for rent does sound tempting. I need to check into this fuck the landlord situation. I'm just saying.
The proper office attire is always a key to suckcess. I know that's spelled wrong. Someone will call me out on it! Anyway...no point in BSing you. I am kid sitting today, and I can't make new stuff, so you get old stuff. I know..cut me a break, though. The odds of you seeing content that isn't 10 minutes old or less is pretty slim. Today is one of those slim days! Besides, I thought these looked pretty good. I'm going to look and see if I still have this dress!
Do you know what would be good today? A good fuck. That would be good. I don't think I'm going to get it. But I'm going to try. I can almost picture the perfect dick sliding in me. It's making me wet and slimy in the pussy, thinking about it. But I have to find this dick, and it's a Tuesday. Not a popular day for finding dick. But never say never. The day is early yet.
Brooke, you have great power over men and know how to use it! I hear that from time to time. The only thing I know about having great power is the enormous fucking electric bill I get from using it. Thats it. Power over men. Men give you power. You don't have to ask for it, take it, or even want it. They want you to have it. Actually, it's their dick that wants you to have it, and the dick gets what the dick wants. I know this dilemma well. I am the same with Bob's dick. It literally owns me. As long as it makes me cum the way it does...I belong to Bob's cock. And I'm very okay with that.
Where is Bob? He's still trying to see if anything bad is heading his way from being spotted with me by people he works with. He's texted me. He said next week. I hope so. The worst-case scenario is he gets caught, becomes a slobbering apologetic wimp, and agrees to counseling. I'll never see him again. Best case, if he gets caught, the wife dumps him, and I get to spend more time with his magical penis. Come on, worst case...momma needs her guts mixed up on the regular!
I am feeling super MILFy this morning. I don't know why, but I have been thinking about bending over for an 18 yr old and letting him use my ass as a playground for his dick. It's not what you think. There is something that is hitting home in being "taken," and I do mean "taken" and fucked stupid by an 18 yr old. He would be so good that I have to obey his every wish. I know. Weird...and the odds of finding such a unicorn of an 18 yr old almost zero, but that's probably why they call it a fantasy. But just the thought of being told to lift my dress, bend over, and feel his cock widen my asshole with no ability to refuse him makes me slimy wet down below. Again, I know the odds are stacked way against this happening. Even if I did find a stud of an 18 yr old the second the head of his dick touched my asshole, his balls would empty. I'd be a spermy mess before we even started. But truthfully, even that sounds good. Again, I don't know why, it just does. So I thought I would dress accordingly in the MILFy, I want to fuck your mom kind of way today. I have a lot of running around today, so this outfit will see some solid action today. See how it goes over out in town.
Scott is still processing this past weekend. He said he had cum to a conclusion. I said a conclusion is the part you get to when you get tired of thinking, but go on. He said he would get back to me.
Everyone wants me to boycott some company for one reason or another. I don't have the time. Plus, I'm already boycotting any company selling products I can't afford. Just saying.
So I went looking for dick in my Jeep. I didn't score any cock. It happens. I even went to Publix to prowl around. You would be surprised as to who you can find in a grocery store. But Publix was a dud for sure today. So it has become officially no dick Sunday. I hoped to cap off Biketoberfest with one more dick added to the roster. No luck. So you get these pics to look at instead of my pussy dripping jizz. Sorry about that.
I could have fucked Scott, but he ticked me off when he went home yesterday. He thought I was out of this guy's league. Batting down, so to speak. The only one batting down yesterday was Scott. This guy's dick was so much bigger than his that it made Scott's dick look like a baby carrot. Who cares if he didn't work out? Who cares if he isn't a Bradd Pitt lookalike? He has an enormous penis, and when a girl wants to be resized...that's all that counts. The one thing I am envious of guys is they don't have to have the whole package. Just that one huge package will turn all the other shortcomings into wins. A good dick will hide a beer belly instantly. I'm just saying. So, in the end, my buddy from yesterday got to pump a load of ball slime in my stomach, and Scott got to pump nothing but his hand on the toilet by his lonesome. So, who really won this race? Not Scott.
I did go out with Mandy the other night. She looked amazing. She tasted amazing. She even cracked a few jokes. Maybe she's coming around from all this "cumming" she's been doing. It felt more normal hanging around with her. That's a good thing. Sometimes I can't believe I'm eating pussy that belongs to such a stunning woman. I wouldn't mind continuing with that. Funny thing how someone's looks can melt you. I know she melts my cunt the second I see her. I can see the way the guys look at her as well. I'm a bit envious. I wish I had stunning looks the way she does. I would run the damn world!...said with an evil villain laugh. Doesn't matter...I'm eating her pussy, so that's a check in the win column for me. I have asked her if she is fucking anyone else, and I have clarified that I'm okay with that, but she says no. I wonder, though. Why would she drive all the way from Orlando sometimes weekly to get her box munched out? She could indeed find some hot ass in Orlando, and I know she's married, so she must be getting dick from her husband. She says no....but I'm not convinced. It sounds like I care...I don't. I think it would be awesome to share breeding details with her. I would love to go on a week-long vacation with her and chase some dick with her. I don't think she will go for it.
I ate some cum last night. Scott asked me not to, but there was a big dick involved, and I couldn't help myself. He wasn't a stud, he wasn't fit. If ever there was an average-looking Joe with a severe case of the Dad bods...it was him. But he had a big fucking dick. How did I know? He showed me pictures of it, and I couldn't get it out of my head, so I gave him head. His friends watched. Scott was embarrassed and decided to go home. I wasn't embarrassed one bit. I wanted to see his dick. I just told him to go home if he didn't like it. And he did. Look, it was a sealed deal. As soon as he showed me the picture, I had to touch it. He said 12 inches, but I'm going to go with 10. It was one of the more enormous dicks I have held in my lifetime, and that's saying something.
So, how did this cum about? Typing it out makes it seem complicated, but it really wasn't. I ran into this guy and his friends at the The Station. They approached me and asked me if I was "Brooke." I confirmed, and they talked with me for a bit. They bragged about their one friend having a massive dick made for porn, and they convinced him to show me a photo of it on his phone. And...once I saw it, I was all in. Sure, he was chubby. He wasn't hot, and none of that mattered because but fuck if his dick wasn't the bomb. I asked if I could see it up close and personal... to make sure he wasn't showing me someone else's dick. I knew he wasn't, but it seemed a good way to convince him. He was parked across the street from the Boothill in the dirt lot, and we wandered over there. We opened his door front and back, and his friends blocked the view from the side. He pulled his shorts down, sat on his truck seat, and boom, there it was. It was soft, but still, it was bigger than most of your dicks at full hard. I grabbed, stroked, and sucked it, and it got super long, fat, and heavy. It didn't even stand up when it was hard because it was so heavy it just hung low. His balls were off-putting, but the dick was unbelievably sexy as fuck. It was too big to suck, so I stroked it for a few minutes, and he asked me to stop because he was going to cum. So I put the head in my mouth as far as possible and sucked those long hangy testicles empty. I played the porn game and showed his friends the sperm he fed me before swallowing it. Everyone got super quiet for a few seconds. Then I got the applause and hoots and hollering. Scott was gone, so I hung out with them for the rest of the evening. It was fun.
Yes, I would have put his dick inside me as I would have liked to let his dick rearrange my insides as it pleased, but he didn't take the invite. He is from Titusville, which isn't far away, so I punched my number in his phone and haven't heard a word. Is he married? He said no, but I think maybe he is. Either way, he got what he wanted, and I got what I wanted. Well...I wanted more, but I'll take what I can get. Who knows, maybe he will call. Do I have videos of it? Yes, I do. His buddies videoed the whole thing. Can I put them on here? No. I don't have anything even remotely considered a release. Maybe they will post them somewhere. We can only hope!
Mandy will be getting her pussy eaten today. I can almost smell that magical cunt right now. Ay, yay, yay....her scent. I'm addicted to it. She wants to see Biketoberfest. Sure thing. I'll drive her around a bit, then eat her like I'm licking a yogurt bowl clean. Fun fact about Mandy. She still has a fucking waterbed. Who has a waterbed? Can you even buy one anymore, and if so, where? What if you fill it with spring water...does it make it more bouncy? Waterbed...I don't know what to say about that. I remember when everyone had one. You sloshed around like you were on a pool floaty. I'd probably divorce her just for that. I don't think she and her husband sleep together. I'll have to ask her. Waterbed. Wtf?
I want you to keep this in mind. Someone was complaining the escalator broke down at the Airport. It was like the end of the world for her. Yes, she's a bit out of shape. I love her to death, but she is wider than she is tall. She kept on about it, so I finally said, "Escalators never break down...they just turn into stairs." She didn't get it.
Some idiot sent me an inspirational meme that reads, "Dream carefully because dreams come true." Oh yeah? Well then, where's my beautiful penis I keep dreaming I have? Every morning I wake up and look at nothing but pussy. I'm not complaining about that, but I wouldn't mind waking up to a dick attached right above the box. I don't know where I want the balls yet. I'll have to measure. Maybe that's asking for too much. So what about the perfect stud with no mouth and the most amazing 2-foot cock I've been dreaming about? Where's he at? Instead, Ryan knocks on the door and won't quit whining about why he's the perfect man for me. His 6-inch dick works pretty well, so it's not all complaints. So...the whole if you dream it, it shall be thing has been thoroughly debunked as a con game.
Man...people were drinking like a fish last night. Alcohol is the perfect dissolvent. And...for a very low price, you too can own a bottle. Use it to dissolve marriages, careers, families, and just about anything you need it to. Oh, man. I'm getting high and mighty again. I've ruined more marriages with my pussy, including mine than most people have with a bottle of booze. I should probably just take my wandering pussy and just shut up.
Did you ever rub one out and have your hand fall asleep? I did. It's like the ultimate rejection right there. Just saying.
I had porn on my phone, and a friend who lives on my street saw it. She got all red in the face. She said she never watches porn. I said, "You're a liar." She kept denying it, and I kept calling her on it. Finally, she admitted she watched IR porn. Then she asked me why I was smiling when looking at the porn on my phone. I said because I know I could handle a dick better than the chick in the porn. She asked me how I knew. I explained the chick in the porn is there for a paycheck. I'm there because I like the dick. That made her blush even more.
I watched a hot, ridiculously hot chick on the news talk about how world leaders need to "Think outside the box." After she said that, I could only think about how I'd like to "Think inside her box." Oh, to be gay again with her...if only for 30 minutes...what I would give.
Do you want the sad truth about porn chicks, IG models, all that crap? They treat men like bank accounts. Without a lot of money, they generate little interest for them. I'm sure there are some super studly and hung-rich guys somewhere. But there are super studly and hung guys who aren't rich just about everywhere. So why limit the pool of available dick? Not wealthy guys...it's not a demographic I'm willing to give up. If I married some guy for his money and had to be faithful, it would destroy my sex life. For what? A big house? I don't think so. My 1500 square foot block house is plenty big enough, and I don't have to be faithful to keep it. I would never have found Bob or any of the other guys that are currently slipping their dicks into me. You can keep the big house. Plus, the rich guy knows the chick is there for the money, which must be stressful for everyone. Fuck that. I'll keep the available big dick and enjoy my sex life. Look at me acting all high and mighty. Look, I'm not saying I wouldn't slip a billion-dollar dick in my holes if it's worthy...I would. But it wouldn't be for the money because his dick would be the payday. But if he wants to buy me a 200 ft yacht and not get mad when I fuck the crew...that would be good.
