Heres boat load of pics for you. Bob came over last night. I sucked his dick while he was on the phone with his wife, who came home this morning. He tried to get me to stop, but once I locked lips on the head of his cock, I wasn't going anywhere until it fed me sperm. Which it did. After he hung up. I really wanted him to cum while he was talking to her. Something about having another woman's man empty the contents of his testicles into me while she's talking to him, clueless about where his dick is, makes me drool from the pussy. But he hung up, held my head, fucked my mouth, and pumped his cum into my stomach.
I have tried to count how many times Bob has ejaculated in my guts one way or another over the last 4 days. I can count 9 times. I wish it were more. Is the count important to me? No, not really. It's just sexy as fuck knowing a mid-30s stud uses me for a cum dump. I guess that's supposed to be degrading. I don't know why that is, but I didn't get that memo until it was too late because I love it. I think about it all the time. I like it when he pumps me full and leaves while his sperm is still running out of me. I will shut up about it now because if I keep talking about it, I'll end up fingering myself, and I don't have the time right now.
All at once, multiple people wanted to know if I could do my video calls while in the gym. Yes, yes, I can. Happy to flex and fuck for you 🍆💪🏻
Please, for all that is good....quit asking me to send videos and pics. Just send them...you don't have to ask! I hate explaining this repeatedly for the 1000th time. Of course, I want to see your dick. I want to see everyone's dick. If I was a dude, I want to see your pussy. I'm not. I'm a chick. So dicks are my thing. All those ding dongs that get bent out of shape over a dick pic are either dudes pretending to be chicks or chicks that don't like sex. Why do I say this? Because if they really were into sex the way they proclaim to be...then just like me, they would be looking at dicks 24/7. I follow like 30 accounts on X/Twitter that have nothing but dick pics. Why? So I can see the dicks. Why do I want to see them? Because I want them to be inside me, touching things my fingers won't reach. It's really that simple. Plus, dick videos, especially cum shots, get me going. I use them like sexual energy shots. I'm not kidding about that. So send your damn videos and pics and quit asking, dammit!
Let's kick this morning off with some serious tits, some pretty good clit, and definitely some muscle. If you had your dick here...it would be in a serious hurt...just saying.
In February, I'll be 57. Today I drained a cock that has only been on this earth for 23 years. This penis didn't exist when I was thirty-four. Twenty-three years later, it was pumping sperm into my guts via my asshole. The owner of that cock basically passed out when he came in my guts. He fucked my ass while I lay on my side. I stared at him the entire time. His expressions ranged from shock to confusion. When I reached under and massaged his balls, he looked bewildered and forgot to breathe. He didn't breathe the entire time that his balls desperately tried to get every drop of cum pushed into me. Then he collapsed on top of me and jerked around like he was having a seizure. I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help it. Then he didn't move. I was getting worried, but he sat up suddenly, looking like he didn't know where he was. Then he looked down and saw his sperm drooling out of my ass and pooling up on my thigh, and the dummy gagged. I said, "What? You did it. It's your cum, Tony." He had to compose himself, and then he started apologizing. No need. I remember when I would see things for the first time, like anal sex, and my stomach would turn. Then...I'd think about it, watch it again, then think about it some more...and before I knew it, I was sticking vibrators in my ass to find out what this was all about. This was Tony's first real anal creampie, and apparently, it was really, I mean really, good. Like I said, he damn near passed out. So he gets a pass on the drooling ass sperm gagging. Some of you would give your right arm to lick me clean. He'll catch up shortly.
Tony made my day. I took a dumb kid and fucked him stupid. He will remember this draining for the rest of his life. He won't find anyone his age that would make his cock feel what I make it feel. I loved looking at his expressions. I would squeeze his cock with my asshole to watch him suck in a deep breath each time I did. I am going to take my time with Tony and teach him right. When he is ready to find that special someone...he will be able to fuck her pussy more than properly. He will know exactly what to do and how to do it. She can send me a thank-you card for my troubles. Being honest. Putting a 23-year-old cock in my ass is wildly exhilarating to me. The mental aspect of letting a 23-year-old breed my ass and give me the cock I need is too good to resist. No, I didn't cum. At least not while he was there. I did 5 minutes after he left, though, and it was stupid good. I just kept picturing his facial expression when he started cumming inside me. It makes me all warm and fuzzy thinking about it.
The ever-popular purple "🍆peter" eater outfit. It definitely eats a hard peter and spits it out soft.
I'll get into both Bob and Ryan a bit later today.
I had a light fixture keep turning on and off, and the bulbs were blowing. So, I ordered another light fixture. I put it in myself. I think it would shock most of you at how incompetent I am as an electrician. Just saying.
I wasn't invited to a party. The reason was that I make other people uncomfortable with the way I dress and the things I say. Let me make this simple. I want to be invited, but I don't want to go. I'm not going to get laid there. There are no single guys, and I would be like one of 2 single girls. Plus, I hit on some of the husbands, so I can see how that makes some women uncomfortable. Especially the older ones who have let life turn them into frumpy balls of cellulite. They know if they lose what they have...they aren't getting another one. I don't want to take their husbands. I just want them to stick their dick in my guts, make me cum, pump some cum into me, and then back to their wives they go. Even so, that isn't much of a possibility, so it would be a boring event to attend. Hence my dilemma of wanting to be invited yet still not wanting to go. Who cares? Life has bigger things to worry about. Like, what time is Bob going to pump like he wants to grow a baby in me. Hopefully soon.
Big tits, huge clit, and muscles to boot. Pretty much the "package" you have been looking for. Not to toot my own horn, but I think your horn is rising to the occasion. Just saying.
What happened with Bob? He mind fucked himself. I think he thought he was invincible. It might as well have been a punch in the face the second he ran into people he knew with me. You will have these things if you cheat on your spouse long enough. I know. I know how to get caught cheating with the best of them...I'm so good at getting caught I don't even need any help. I can do it just fine all by myself. Bob, well, this is his first extramarital affair scare. Will he get caught? I doubt it. Does he care? Apparently, he does. I don't think it's about her. I think it's about the money and the mess. Do I care? Fuck no. Not one little tiny bit. I hope he does. Then maybe I will get more of his unbelievably beautiful cock.
I mean, I'm not rooting for him to get caught, but at the same time, my pussy is drooling over the thought of him feeding her on the regular. My pussy... she has no shame when it cums to getting what she wants. Anyway. I talked to Bob on the phone the same night he was seen by his co-workers with me. I explained to him it is what it is. It's out of his hands. So he might as well keep pumping his nut into my holes and see what happens. Sticking his dick in me a few more times isn't going to change whatever the outcome is. It's just sex. Fantastic sex, but still just sex. He saw the light. He ended up pumping three times yesterday. All in my house because he's terrified of going out anywhere anymore, but my place is best, so it's a win for me. I was going to his office today, but that's over with after his scare. So he's coming by after he gets off work. I haven't let Scott come home for 3 nights now. It should be 4 nights before Bob's wife gets home. I wonder what that's like? Having to stay out of the house for days while your wife begs another man to fill her innards with sperm. It must be nerve-wracking for him. I hope so. I am giving him the good old cuckold anxiety in extreme measures. I'm not even answering his phone calls. I just text him and tell him not to come home. It feels good when I hit send. Makes me horny. I'm a terribly mean wife. I like it.
A little in between, make a post thing here. I was sitting around and decided this week is Tits, Clits, and Muscles week. I mean, everyone else gets a week. I figured I should have my own week as well.
It's busy here in Daytona. I sucked Bob's dick in the Grandview strip club last night. We also got asked to leave. Why is hypocritical because they are sucking dick back in the VIP rooms every two minutes. I guess I should have gone back there with him. Who am I kidding? They wouldn't let me take someone back because I don't work there. So, this makes for about the 5th time I have been asked to leave a strip club.
Bob is in trouble. It's not my doing. He wanted to go out to the club. People you never think will be there end up being there. Apparently, some people he works with were there, and there Bob was with me, kneeling under the table with his dick in my mouth. That was his idea. I told him I would love to do it, but it was a bad idea. He didn't care. Now he cares. He thinks his wife will find out. She might, but I think the odds are slim. The people who knew him didn't really know him. They just work at the same place. They certainly don't know his wife, so it's not like they will call her up and tell her they just saw her husband with his cock in some lady's throat. I guess they could tell the story to the people where he works, but if I were Bob, I'd just deny it. Simply say it wasn't me and move on without a care in the world. I doubt they have pictures. Strip clubs are fickle about people taking pictures. But he's worried about that. So much so he just went home last night. We were supposed to hit another club and finish the night off at my place. That obviously didn't happen. He seemed mad at me when he left last night. Like it was all my fault, and that's just stupid. Before arriving at my house, he chose last night's itinerary to take me out. We were there because that's where he wanted to take me. As I said, I warned him about running into people you know. Truthfully, I didn't place that much importance on the warning because I couldn't care less, but still, I did my part. When he kept daring me to suck his dick under the table, I warned him again. Sure, I wanted to suck his dick, and I'm glad I did. It was exciting, and it was fun. His dick was hard, so he can't deny he wasn't having fun himself. But that drew attention, and it caught the eye of several guys who work for the same company Bob does. They are probably cool dudes. They are hanging out at the strip club, so that can't be all that bad. They will probably high-five him and ask to party with him next time. That would be awesome for everyone.
See if Bob shows up today. He was supposed to, but I haven't heard from him. He must be reflecting on his life choices. My money is on he has scared his dick soft. Something I would have never thought possible until last night. The big pussy!
I wanted to show you the resizing Bob put on me. It feels so much more wrecked than it looks. When I say wrecked, I say that in the best of ways. It's incredible to be so "resized." I would love to fuck Ryan and laugh because his dick would seem so small and insignificant. It would destroy him that I would get absolutely no pleasure from his dick because of Bob. Sadly for Ryan, that really fucking turns me on. Scott would jump up and down for joy, the kinky fucker.
With Bob, my dignity isn't important when it cums to bringing pleasure to his cock. It's hard to care about dignity when you are slurping up sperm that spilled from your asshole off the bedspread. The thing is, I'd rather be a hole for cocks than worry about my dignity. He pumped my asshole in the missionary position. It was incredible. I could see every expression on his face. Every time he pumped inside me, my pussy made this amazing sloshing sound. There was nothing in it. I was that wet. It was so hot. There is something crazy about having a man's cock inside your colon, where it doesn't belong, and where it's visibly moving your insides around that changes a girl. When the head of his dick hit so deep in my guts that it, all by itself, set off an unbelievable orgasm, you realize you are nothing more than a cum thirsty hole. And that's okay. I don't have to be anything else. Why should I fight it? The way I came with his dick in my ass last night was pure bliss. No drugs required, no alcohol required, just a solid two hours of orgasms. The most intense being the last one with his dick in my ass. Did it hurt? Hell yes, it did. His cock is stupid big. But oddly enough, my pain is his pleasure, and his pleasure becomes my orgasm. Make sense? Probably not, but again, who cares? It works for me. I know my place with Bob. Sucking the sperm out of his testicles with my asshole makes me feel complete. Does that sound bad? Like I'm weak? It probably does, but I think it's my instinct to serve cock. Probably not much I can do about it, nor would I want to. Last night was some of the most prolonged, strongest, most intense orgasms of my life. If being a cum dump living to serve cock achieves that...I'm super happy about it.
He went home around midnight last night. I wish he would have stayed. He is coming back this afternoon. Hopefully, he stays through the night. Maybe his wife will find someone and never come back home. Wishful thinking. I'm not going to lie about this. I am doing everything I can with all of my holes to make him want me more than his wife. I would love to have him all to myself.
My mouth was used like a pussy, I swallowed sperm, and now I'm waiting to be fucked into mental oblivion. Look at the size of my clit in these pics. It's massive and it is a true "chick-boner. My cunt is chomping at the bit for dick, and it will get it. Fuck. If you were to lick it with the tip of the head of my clit with your tongue...I would spray you down with girl jizz immediately. It's that fired up.
I visited Bob at work. I took the sperm from his testicles and placed it in my belly just as he asked. He held my face sideways on the edge of his desk, unzipped his pants, pulled out his wonderful penis, and fucked my mouth for five minutes. When he was ready to empty himself, he told me not to spill a drop. I clamped my lips down and drank sperm from the tip of his cock. I sucked his cock until it was soft and put it back in his pants for him, and zipped him back up. Then he told me to leave. So I left. And I left happy as fuck. I love that his only use for me is to drain his dick in my holes. The way he uses my body for the sole reason of pumping cum into me is somehow unbelievably intoxicating. Look at the size of my clit in those photos I just posted. It's hours later, and my clit is raging, massive, and ready to be touched by a dick. And Bob's dick will be feeling it tonight. He's a single man until Wednesday. My pussy, my mouth, my asshole, my entire body, will be available for his cock anytime it so wishes to penetrate me one way or the other. I have told Scott not to come home until Wednesday. I told Ryan to knock it off with the "I love you, I'd do anything for you!" routine and told both of them, "Don't call me, don't text me, don't stop by. I'll let you know if Bob allows you to contact me. Until then, find someone else." It went over pretty well with Scott. He seems happy for me. He really is an extraordinary husband. Ryan, what a little whiny bitch. I don't even consider him a boyfriend. Still, he thinks I should have some kind of loyalty to him. I don't know where that came from. If he wasn't so good-looking and Bob was a little more reliable...I'd dump Ryan fast. I know he left his wife and his kids for me. Now, he's living in a motel. He did all that on his own. When he stuck his dick in my guts, he thought I belonged to him. He was wrong. It was just his turn to stick his dick in me. It's someone else's turn now. His dick took him down a path I clearly warned him not to take. But, when Bob isn't around... and that can be a lot, Ryan is my next best dick. Especially when it cums to breeding my asshole. That is one area where he consistently wins the 1st prize. So, I'll keep him around. But it is getting hard to stomach all the lovey-dovey shit he does. It reminds me of a bad romantic comedy. Just makes me go "ew." He should just keep stretching my colon out and spraying it down with cum and nothing else. The world would be a happier place for both of us.
I have to prepare the house for Bob, so I'll catch up with you later!
I had a date with Ryan tonight. He is trying to do everything he can to get me to be his one and only. I will have to cancel our date. Bob just said he would be turning my holes into cum gaped canyons today. I'm not passing that up. I am going to Bob's office at 11 this morning. Ryan will have to grow a bigger dick in the next hour or so to get me to change my mind. Even worse for Ryan, I have Bob all to myself until Wednesday next week. My poor husband is even in a worse position. Bob has told me he doesn't want him to see me naked, much less touch or jerk off looking at me. I'm good with that. Ryan and Scott, I feel for you two, I really do, but I don't make the rules. Bob does. Send your complaints to him. I don't think he really cares about their feelings, though. And I like that. I want to be Bob's property. More like his sperm dumpster, but that's even better. That must be a good feeling. To take away another man's woman with nothing more than the power of your cock. I know what it's like. I have taken away men from their wives and girlfriends with nothing more than my pussy. But it's not the same. It doesn't hold the same level of complete and total conquer that a man achieves when he takes ownership of another man's wife. It must make both Ryan and Scott feel like wimpy little servants. Even better is I know neither one will move on from me. I will own them both as they wait their turn, hoping I give them whatever pussy is left that Bob doesn't take. That makes my swampy wet. I hope Bob spends the night at my house. I hope he stays all week. I hope he resizes me so often I forever have gaped holes. Fuck, I want him to breed me like I'm a baby factory.
Where is Scott going to stay if Bob stays with me? He has his own house. He will be fine. It's a fantasy, but in a perfect world, Bob would move in, and Scott would never see the inside of my house again. I'd still keep Scott. But only to let him know how insignificant he is to me because of Bob. I think Scott would accept his new role and be happy. I can't say for sure, though. I want to find out. It's making me touch myself thinking about it.
I got laid today. It was good. I can't talk about it. I promised I wouldn't. I have already said too much. I wrote a ton on this one, so quit reading now, or you will be at it for a while.
Throwback Thursday. What that really means is I didn't get a chance to make some new stuff today. That doesn't happen often. I feel bad about it, but not bad enough to get all dolled up and make some new content. So you get the old stuff today. Circa 2012, Denver, NC, Lake Norman on my $1500 Pontoon boat that never broke down once. I did suck a lot of cock on that boat, though!
Look. I'm not all-powerful and ruler of all. Not even close. I am definitely not everyone's cup of tea. All I have to do is look at the beautiful women all around me, and the girl drool leaving my pussy reminds me that there are tons of way hotter chicks than me. But I was born with a neat little ability to touch that spot in a man's mind that turns his dick hard and the brain off. Without getting too self-absorbed in this... that's my superpower. Just saying. In case you were wondering.
There was a guy. Super good-looking. Super fit. Dick was okay. Certainly not strong enough to take control of my pussy. Complete and utter asshole. He said the worst shit to everyone and anyone for no reason. He was smart enough to play me well enough to bend me over and breed me. I don't regret that. He was eye candy, and I got to put his dick in my guts. It was a pretty lame fuck, but you have these things. When guys are cool, I always give them more chances to get it right. Sometimes, mixing my insides up how I like it takes a few breedings. The practice is fun. But he was a dick. Any yes, he had a small dick. That wasn't the problem, though. Small dicks work as well as big ones. They just don't carry the visual aspect a huge cock brings. That's about it. But guys place a massive amount of importance on dick size. I'll tie it all together in a minute. The problem was he started insulting my body. How my tits looked like shit. I should get them done again because they were to big, and while I was there, maybe they could do something about the size of my clit. I was shocked, so I didn't respond. I just went home. So, long story short. I never fucked this jerk again. I did end up being a regular sperm sponge for one of his friends, though. We all met at a table with a dozen other people one night. I didn't see a problem with that. The issue came when he ran his mouth to everyone about how he fucked his buddy's girlfriend out loud and obnoxiously. He kept on it all night, and I finally just let loose on him and made it public about what terrible fuck he was and how inferior his dick was compared to his friends. He said a few dumb things I don't remember, but I finished by telling everyone how he made two pumps and dumped his cum on my leg. I told them if it weren't for him jizzing my leg like a dog in heat, I wouldn't have even known he fucked me. I said a lot more, but I don't remember it all. The thing is, everything I said just came out perfectly, and it stung hard. That doesn't happen to me too often. I usually say a few dumb things myself. But not that night. He made a few comeback retorts, but it didn't help. I shrunk him into a tiny little quivering bug squealing like a bitch about how what I said wasn't true. But everyone knew I was legit. And with that, I permanently converted him from the big, tough stud to a squeaky little troll. He just disappeared after that night. Then, I saw him about a year ago. He put on a lot of weight and lost all of his muscle. Shame he had a body. Now, he looks like the people he used to make fun of. I wonder if he still thinks about me and that night. I bet he does. I don't. Until now. But I'll forget all about him again in 30 minutes.
Shit. Sorry. That was quite the share. Way too boring. But it is what I was thinking about, so thats how it got there.
I wonder if Scott gets jealous that Bob's cock makes me cum so much harder and faster than his does? Ryan is exceptionally jealous. Ryan tells me I should quit seeing him because he's married and has kids. I keep telling Ryan I'm not seeing Bob. I'm visiting with his penis. There is a difference. I don't like Bob as a person. I am madly in love with his dick though. So much so that I would do some very questionable things to have it, and that probably bothers Ryan the most. My husband Scott gets excited for me when I have dates with Bob. I don't really know why. He knows I would leave him for Bob's cock in a second. Still, that makes his dick hard as a rock when I tell him that. Rayn, on the other hand, goes completely soft and gets angry when I tell him Bob's cock makes him look wildly inferior. I wouldn't tell him, but he always asks. Ryan's not even my husband, and he gets mad. One of the main reasons he isn't my husband. Funny how guys work.
This morning, I talked with a married guy subscribing to my OFs. Good looking dude nice body, good looking cock. I'd have fucked his dick off, but he doesn't live here, and getting with travelers and matching their schedules can be way too much work. So, sadly, that didn't happen. But it would have if only he were local. Bummer for both of us. It would have been nice to have another cock to replace a few of the other ones occasionally. See if Scott could match the flavor of sperm to the guy who pumped it in me before he ate me out. I wonder if he could? I know I can tell when a guy uses Viagra. I can taste it. The aftertaste of cum is all the same. That's probably because it's already in my stomach, and the flavor has to float up. I would have liked to have found out how this guy pumped cum. But not meant to be.
I love and hate looking at porn on X/Twitter in the morning. I lose an hour between scrolling and fingering myself. Just like I did in this video. It starts out as scrolling. Then I find a picture I like and end up fingering myself. Sometimes I cum. Sometimes I just frustrate myself to the point I'm going to hump the first dude I see. I thought I would share that. I share way too much.
Walked into a damn spider's web this morning. It's funny. I destroyed the spider's home, ruined its version of a grocery store, and still...I feel like the victim here, probably because I'm constantly pulling at that invisible web that may or may not be on me.
Man. Like 3 people asked me if I fuck older men. Of course I do. I like older men. They have gotten used to life's disappointments, which means they are now more than ready for me. When I say older, I'm talking like 60 and above. Anything not 60 or above I don't consider to be in those golden years. What is the oldest guy ever to slip a cock inside me? I'd say 78. Was he good? It was okay. It wasn't his age that made him so so. It was his general attitude, and I vividly recall all he wanted to do was pump my guts and empty a load in me. No foreplay, just pump and run. Unless I'm using you for spank bank material for a rub-out session later on...I came to play. As in, let's get some rocking orgasms going on. That didn't happen. So I never saw him again. He was loaded like super loaded. He thought his cash would make me wet between the legs. It didn't, so that didn't work out well at all for him. If I spread my legs...you better be doing your best to turn me into a cum machine.
Married men constantly ask me if I can keep it a secret. I've said it before. I'll repeat it. I can, without question, keep a secret. It's all the people I tell those secrets who can't keep their mouths shut. I'm not pointing fingers. I'm just saying.
I had the Spectrum guy stop by today, and he left red-faced and flustered. These are the pics that did it. He swapped out my modem that wasn't working for a newer one. Then he had me pop on my desktop to check it all out. I didn't think about it, but I didn't close my browser or anything else. The computer just went to sleep, so it had a black screen. When I hit the keyboard...boom. There I was, huge tits sitting on the table. I took some pics. I wasn't going to post them because I thought they looked weird. I didn't close them down. And Tweetdeck was running, so all the porn was scrolling on by. Then I started closing stuff. Each time I closed a window, another window with me doing something xxx hardcore popped up. Now...I really don't care. Why would I? I post shit up every damn day with me doing some perverted thing or another. But he blurted out, "Oh my God!" I was like, "Sorry...forgot to close it down." He tried to be cool about it, but it messed with his head. He couldn't even look at me, which is funny because I could have cared less.
People are worried about their jobs. I have no idea why. There are more jobs than people willing to do them. I don't know. I haven't been part of the "normal" workforce in 30 years. I never worried about recessions or economic downturns. Why? The more a ho gets laid off the more money she makes.
We have some crack addicts here in Daytona. They are all professional bike thieves. Never buy your bike at a store...just find the crackhead with the model you want and give them $50. I mean they have the latest electric models as well. You will have to get the charger on your own, though. My neighbor's brother wanders the street. I'm being serious when I say this. I didn't even know this was a thing. He's hooked on meth and brake fluid. When they told me this, I said well, it's not all bad news...he should be able to stop anytime. I got some blank stares. I'm not sure they got it. Brake fluid...stop...no? Too much too soon? I don't know.
I got many suggestions on why I shouldn't have drank the sperm yesterday. Some said it was because he didn't really cum. They could tell because I didn't show him the jizz after I sucked it out of the head of his dick. Okie dokie. Well, the thing is...after I drank it...it was gone. He knew he pumped cum in my mouth. I didn't need to remind him of that by showing it to him. Dribbling cum is a porn video move. Who does that in real life? I'm not going to drool sperm all over when I could drink it down. I worked the rim of the head of his dick with my tongue for one reason. So I could feel his cum slide down my throat. Others thought I should have let him cum when he was titty fucking me. I could have done that. In fact, we stopped titty fucking because he was going to cum. Which is awesome, and that would have looked good as well. But...I wanted to sit on his dick and flex a little. I thought it would look good. Plus, I selfishly wanted him to pump some sperm in my guts. I was in that kind of mood. But...and you aren't going to want to hear this, I bent his dick a few times while riding him, and he couldn't cum that way. It happens. So I sucked the balls snot out of his testicles and got myself a bellyful of jizz. Which worked out for me quite nicely. I didn't get any cumplaints from him either. So...That is how that video, which I had no idea I would make, ended up like it did. Now you know the rest of the story.
People thought it was strange when I said Scott, my husband, doesn't sleep in the same bedroom as I do. They think it's entirely off the wall when I tell them he doesn't even live in the same house most of the time. He has his. I have mine. It works for us. I know it does for me. I keep a room in my house for him. I don't want anyone sleeping in my bed. You can breed me until cum is running out of all my holes, but when you're done pumping me...off you go. I'd let Bob move in, though. If he let me use his dick as I pleased, that is. I really would. Fucker would never do it, though. He's not that into me. What about Scott if he moved in? What about him? Bob is the superior man. He gets what he wants. Good thing Scott has his own place, I guess. I should shut up now. I'm letting my thoughts transfer unfiltered, and that can get scary.
Went out with Mandy. Had some wings. Then had her incredibly perfect pussy for dessert. I used my dildo on her while she bent over doggy style and licked her ass. She came. Like super fast. I should take a bow. She dripped all over my bedspread. That's a small price to pay for such a primo pussy. I'm telling you, this chick is hot. She sucks in bed, though. Her attempt at getting me to cum was pretty p!ss poor. She does this long, uncoordinated lick that feels like a sponge. I don't know what a sponge feels like, but in my mind, her licking my box is what a sponge feels like. She tried the dildo but had zero rhythm, which was also awkward. That's okay. I was there for the pussy anyway. Getting her to taste me was an added bonus. I masturbated in front of her and got off, watching her watch me. She touched herself without thinking about it and got super embarrassed when she saw me watching. I don't know why. That's what made me cum. I don't know that I'll ever be besties with her. She doesn't like the same things I like, talks politics 24/7, and lives a posh lifestyle. I have 3 jacked mullet-sporting redneck swamp buggies in my driveway. My driveway insinuates my driving license was suspended before I was born. But who knows? She constantly texts me, but she doesn't even bring her phone when we go out. I like that. But she talks a ton, so maybe a phone wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Someone reminded me why I screwed my co-workers so often at work. Because that last couple of hours were so slow and tedious, and all you did was watch the clock. So I flirted to pass the time. Flirting led to a little bit more, and a little bit more led to me inhaling a co-worker's cock with my cunt. I worked in a hospital. You would be shocked at how many rooms there are available to get your pussy pumped with an end-of-shift load of sperm. I bet back in those days, I fucked at least 10 guys at that hospital over the several years I worked there. I may have sucked off about the same amount. I was big into giving head. I still am. But I was super enthusiastic about it in those days. I probably scared a few guys I was so into it. The hospital is where I honed my "cheating wife" skills. I never got caught there. I got caught when I went to home health care. In the store warehouse with a co-worker's dick in my mouth that blew sperm the exact moment the boss walked in. I got fired. He got fired. It was such a good story it got back to my husband, and I was busted. It was worth it. The guy's name was Scott. Not the Scott I'm with today. That's just a coincidence. My Scott now isn't even half the man my Scott was from back then. Literally. Scott had the most enormous cock I have ever had the privilege to hold in my hand. 13 long fat inches of cock perfection. I thought I would leave my husband for him, but in the end, he was a player, and I wasn't really leaving my husband for him. I was leaving my husband for Scott's dick. Scott just liked me because I was a super willing and available cum dump for his dick. He had the looks, the body, the personality. So Scott had all the other chicks as well. If he had told me he would keep me around to have a chick willing to empty his testicles on command, I would have left my husband for him. I really would have. I was having the best orgasms of my life. That messes with your critical thinking. Didn't matter anyway. Scott moved away. My husband at the time couldn't get past the fact Scott's cock had resized me, so much so that I couldn't cum with his dick anymore. So he hit me with divorce papers, and down the road I went. We didn't hate each other. We kept in touch for the longest time after that. We got along well enough that I fucked my ex about 3 years ago after 20-plus years. The fucker still couldn't make me cum. When he asked if I was going to cum and I said no, that pretty much made things awkward. He made some off-the-wall remarks about me being a porn whore and that kind of stuff. I ignored him, patted him on his head, and down the road he went. I haven't heard from him again since. I wasn't mad he couldn't get me off. I would have taught him what he needed to do. His ego wouldn't let that happen. His loss and my gain.
So I drank the cum. I didn't swirl it around, and I didn't push it out of my mouth and let it drool out. I just ate it. Not the best visual for a video, but I wanted to drink it, so I did. No gagging, no "ew gross" faces, just a girl drinking sperm. Anyway. I'll keep this one short. I have a date with Mandy in just a few so gotta get the old pussy spiffy clean for her. I'm going to try and get pics. See how that works out. Talk to you in a bit.
I do get a lot of guys, both on here and ones I run into, that think they have to talk me into sex. Like, I'm not really sure I want to be doing it and need some encouragement. Here's the news. I don't put a dick in my mouth to pleasure a guy. I do it to pleasure myself. It's a pastime of mine that I so happen to love doing. I don't look into your eyes to ensure I'm doing it right. I look into your eyes to see how I control your every move and thought. To watch you make that ridiculous cum face when your balls finally start pumping cum. I can and have ruined careers and marriages because guys get desperate to repeat that cum high they got when I emptied their testicles down my throat the night before. So desperate they make life-impacting judgment errors. Ryan is living in a $279-a-week motel because he chased that cum high. Even if you still think you can maintain control, think about this. Your dick is between my teeth, so who is really in charge here?
I know. You watch porn. It always looks like the chick has to do everything possible to make the guy happy. And I like happy guys. But I want to be happy myself. So, no, I'm not going to make ridiculous sounds or try and gag-chunk myself, so it feeds into some ego thing. I love to suck a dick. I do. So much so that I have to explain to the guys that I don't want them touching me. I just want to suck their dick and eat the cum. I don't want cum on my tits, face, or anywhere else. I want to drink it down. Thats it. Eating cum is 50 percent of my enjoyment, so let me enjoy it. I want to taste it 5 hours later. I don't want to clean it off me, the bed, or the floor. I will tell you that I separate the man from his dick and that I don't really care about him. He's just a vessel to carry the dick around for me. And that is true to an extent. But the rest of the body's reaction when a man cums is essential. The physical act of making a guy cum is beyond fascinating for me. I find it incredible how it all syncs to get to that one final blissful moment. The hardening of the cock. The twitches, the spasms that almost look like cramps, the pumping. I like to put my finger in that spot right behind the balls where something joins together, and I have no idea what it is. Sometimes you can see it in porn when a guy cums. You can feel it pump when a guy cums. I have to find that spot, and I always do. In my mind, my finger massaging that little pump is making his orgasm all that much stronger. I don't know for sure, but I like to think it does. Anyway, all of it mind blowing hot for me. That is probably why I have always loved sperm. It's just so amazing what it takes to get it to leave the balls. When I do get the release, I want to feel it, taste it, and make it part of me by eating it. By taking a man's sperm and eating it, I make a part of him a part of me forever. I know. Weird. The whole blog is bizarre today, but I'm just telling you how I see it. Watch porn. Watch how 99 percent of all porn chicks who proclaim they love cum shy away from it. Make that face that screams, "I'm not getting paid enough for this." Then, find that 1 percent who get excited. You can see it in their eyes. The anticipation. The lust for it. They never make that "pretend not to be horrified face." They eat the sperm like it's the last meal on earth. Every damn time. Find that girl. Marry her. Just don't expect her to be faithful to you, and you will be fine.
Been a while, but I woke up with dried cum on my thighs in someone else's bed this morning. I must have forgotten to go home last night. Scott texted me a million times, wanting to know where I was at. I was in some dude's house begging him to put his dick in my guts... that's where I was at. Any more questions, Scott?
Does anyone remember Mike? I used to fuck him like three or four years ago. Another married dude who found his marital morality and quit fucking me after he blew about a dozen loads of sperm into my rectum. He's still married. She happens to be in Orlando at some family thing. He stayed home. I ran into him last night at The Boothill. One thing led to another, and I ended up in his bed all night long. He woke up with his dick in my mouth. My breakfast was a fresh, hot load of testicle snot. Then I gave him a big salty kiss good morning. My ass is stretched, but it feels good that way. I rode him cowgirl with his dick in my asshole. He caught me looking at his family photos while I was masturbating his dick with my butthole. He tried to stop me, but I liked looking at his pictures. It's sexy as fuck knowing I can do that to a man. Make him forget they even exist because all he can think about is pumping cum into my guts. I don't want him to leave his family or ruin his marriage. I like knowing my skills and how I use my holes can make all that happen. It's like playing with old dynamite. You just never know.
He said we can't do it again. I said, "You told me that last time and here you are feeding my asshole your cum." He told me how much he loved his wife and family. I told him it was obvious that he loved the way my insides felt more than he loved his family. He said he was married, and it was wrong. I said, "I'm married and forgot to go home last night. You don't see me crying about it." I reminded him his dick was stone hard this morning when I fed myself with it. He must not have felt too guilty about it. I know that I certainly enjoyed getting my asshole widened out by another guy who isn't my husband. I know of at least 3 good cums last night. I don't feel the least bit guilty. If Scott doesn't like it, tough cookies. It's a hard world. Get a helmet. He can bury his dick in any chick's asshole he wants. I'm not going to stop him or hold it against him. Just get me details so I have something to rub one out with. He won't do it, though. He's my property to do with as I please. He's adjusted his social norms and morals to accommodate me, and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have it any other way. That's the power of sex. I bet he was up all night wondering where I was, who I was with, and what I was doing. I bet what he envisioned me doing was close to what happened. I wonder if at the exact moment the tip of Mike's cock touched that deep place in my colon and set my orgasm off, Scott was picturing that very thing in his mind. I hope so. I wonder if Mike's wife thought he was watching TV at that moment. She had no idea he was telling me he loved me when his dick started pumping sperm that was supposed to belong to her into my body. I hope Mike cleans the cum off of his bedspread that dripped out of my asshole. If not, he might have some questions to answer.
I did go out last night. I did get impaled on a breeding stick. It wasn't all that, though. It was with Scott. He stuck it in. I came, told him to pull it out of me and finish with his hand. He did just that. I did let him cum on my leg. He was happy about that. I wouldn't want Scott to breed with me to get knocked up. I don't think his cum is all that. I don't have a scientific reason to say that other than I like other guys jizz more than his. I would want Bob to spray his cum inside me and fertilize me. I'd make Scott raise it, though. Not just because it's hot. He'd be a better father. But sexually, he sucks. Again, not that he does anything wrong, and I have no actual basis for saying that other than it turns me on to make him inferior to other men. By doing so, I end up wanting other men more than him, and that is my go-to scenario when I want to be really turned on. Truthfully, I like making actual inferior men to Scott into superior men who rule Scott. The whole role reversal thing makes me a girl cum swamp in the pussy department. I don't know why I'm telling you this. I was thinking about it and couldn't get it out of my mind.
Tony jerked off for me on his phone. He wanted to cum over and pump me full of his 20-something sperm, but I got things going on that won't allow that. So I suggested Tony watch me finger myself while he jerked off. I had people in my house, so I went into the bathroom, turned on some music, sat on the commode, and pointed the phone camera at my pussy while he did the same, except his phone was pointed at his dick. He looked good. So good I had this urge to taste his dick. I thought I was just going to finger myself for his pleasure but fuck if I didn't have a pretty damn good cum myself. I don't know what to say. Guys look good jerking off. I have always had a thing for watching guys rub one out in front of me. I like it right before they pump the jizz. Their eyes glaze over, and their face locks up. That must be the point where the brain starts pumping that dopamine into their system. I didn't see Tony's face, but I saw his hand start moving slowly and stop. Then he started up again, and sperm just drooled out of the tip of his dick. That's the part I need to know more about. I need to know what that feels like. I know what my orgasm feels like, but the cock and the balls...what do they feel? I don't feel my orgasm in my clit, nor in my pussy. It's in my body, most intensely in my head and down the top of my neck and lower back. Weird...I know. But guys have that dick, along with a set of balls. It seems like it stiffens up so hard it hurts. Does it? I don't know. In my mind, it's almost like a relief. Like it's uncomfortable to keep the cum inside of the balls, and when it cums out, it looks so satisfying. Magical almost. What do the balls feel if anything at all? Fuck me. I'll never know, but if there were a pill that would let me be a guy for a week, I would pay anything for it.
I have no idea how I got onto that train of thought, but I did. Anyway. Tony did an excellent job of rubbing one out for me. He had a big finish. I liked it when he was done pumping, and he squeezed his cock from the balls to the head and pushed out a good amount of cum. I bet there was more in there he didn't get. I would have liked to have removed that from his dick for him, but the day didn't allow for that. But it sure looked good.
On that note. Once again, you never have to ask to send me photos, videos, whatever, no matter how xxx they may be. But if you really want me to pay attention. Include the sperm dump. Thank you in advance.
My massage with a happy ending pursuit has taken on a life of its own. I confused people. In my mind, the person giving me a happy ending is a hot Asian chick. I got some good tips on what to look for and ask so I don't get rejected and embarrass myself.
I had a day yesterday. So much going on. All unexpected. Somehow, I was able to drink Ryan's sperm when I got a break in the action. Nothing spectacular. I unzipped him, left his balls in his jeans, and sucked his cock while he sat in his car. Less than five minutes later, I was slipping a hot, slimy load of ball snot down my throat. As many of you know, I don't like the post cum drip, so I sucked him soft until there was no cum left in his dick. It's the right thing to do. He was kind enough to let me eat his cum. I should be nice enough to clean up my mess. I know, everyone thinks when a chick sucks a cock she's doing the guy a favor. That is not entirely true. Sucking the sperm out of Ryan's testicles and letting it slide into my belly put a smile on my face. A spring in my step. It just brightened up my whole day. And I masturbated thinking about it last night, so it also gave me spank bank material. I got as much or more out of putting his dick in my mouth as he did. Did I cum? No. I didn't. But I felt sexy as fuck for the rest of the day. That turned into a masturbation session that ended in a super intense orgasm. So in a roundabout way, I did get off from sucking Ryan's cock to completion. I bet you would as well. Admit it. If you knew the only thing you would be doing was sucking my oversized clit and licking my swampy pussy until I pumped a fountain of girl cum in your mouth, you would do it. With a smile on your face. And you would jerk off later when you could. So, what makes you think I would be any different? Just saying.
Better late than never...just took me a while to get going on here! I got some good stuff I just couldn't get it loaded up. I'll drop it all on you tonight!
What to do with myself today. Nobody is going to fuck me stupid, that's for sure. I'll have to figure that all out on my own. It's one of those days. I'm annoyingly horny and would love to get some real dick, but that isn't going to happen. I could fuck Scott, but that would break the cuckold cycle, and I'm not willing to do that. His dick sure does look good right about now, though. I am going to watch cumshot porn. That's my fave. It never gets old watching a cock pump sperm. Lots of the porn I watch probably won't interest you. I have this compilation video I watch, and it's nothing but dicks pumping mind-boggling amounts of cum. I'm not talking about the fake stuff. I hate that. It's so obvious that it's staged, and the cum looks so unreal it's not even worth watching. You would think they could do better. I'm talking about guys with magical testicles that can pump unbelievable amounts of thick, ropey sperm. I would so fuck every one of them, regardless of what they look like, just to feel that hot jizz flooding my guts. So,...time to break out the tablet, the vibrator, and my imagination and pretend it's me getting pumped full of ball snot.
Just one of those annoying days when I can't get cumming off of my mind. I feel like I'm overdue for a make me stupid orgasm. I'm holding out to see what my local stable of guys will produce for me. I can assure them they will leave with deflated ball sacks. By the time I'm done with them, their sack will resemble a pancake. I really wish that would happen. How fun would that be?
