The best fuck of the night was my airtight session. I'd say that around 15 people watched three guys go deep in me simultaneously. A dick in my ass, a dick in my pussy, a dick in my throat, all bottomed out balls deep. I knew the people were watching and wanted them to, so I gave them a show. The only thing about having a crowd is I made a dufus out of myself by cumming so hard that I lost control of my mind and body while they watched. I couldn't help it. It was a perfect cum. Look, nobody had a giant dick. I bet the biggest one was 5 or 6 inches. But that worked to my advantage. The guy in my ass was small enough to slam his dick home without problems. The guy in my throat was small enough to swallow it whole. The guy in my pussy tied it together to make the perfect storm in my airtight exhibition.
It started with talk. We were hanging around the kitchen table talking about things when someone joked about going "airtight." I admitted I always enjoyed it if it was done right. They continued the conversation, and I finally asked them if they wanted to try it. It was that simple. The first guy to bring it up backed out, but another guy just listening said, "I'm in." And shortly after that, his dick was in my asshole. We went to the master bedroom, which was pretty damn big. The hosts of this party are pretty well off, and their mini-mansion reflects it. At first, it was just the four of us and a few others watching. I lined them up, kneeled, and sucked them all hard. Three guys lined up is the perfect number. You can service them all at the same time. One in your mouth and the other two in your hands. I picked the guy I wanted to pump my ass because he was skinny. Guys with bellies are harder to lay on top of in reverse cowgirl. So in front of everyone, I popped out my butt plug and replaced it with the head of his dick. I noticed the crowd had started to grow to about 6 or so bystanders. I worked his cock into my guts slowly until I buried it in my ass completely and could slam it comfortably. Then I pointed to the second guy and had him crawl on top of me, missionary, and I guided his dick into my pussy. I asked him if he could feel the dick in my asshole with his dick. He said yes. I asked him if he liked feeling the dick in my asshole with his dick, and he asked me not to talk about that. Bummer. But I didn't want to ruin the mood, so I let him off the hook. I got into a good rhythm with those two, and they started pumping me in sync. It was good. I thought about skipping the third dick to concentrate on the two cocks making soup out of my insides. But the crowd was now a packed house, so I had to go airtight. I wanted to go airtight. Having all those people watch me being a complete fuck whore drove me on. An audience is like a giant energy shot to me. It just makes me go, and it makes me cum that much harder. So I waved the third guy over, tilted my head over the edge of the bed, and let him throat fuck me. For a solid two or three minutes, it was a perfect rhythm. I could feel the hardness of their erections in my colon, my pussy, and my throat all at the same time. It was amazing. We fucked like a well-oiled machine as if we had done it a thousand times. The guy in my throat came first. He pulled out to cum, but I told him to pump his jizz into my stomach. He put his cock back in my throat and went at it for another minute or so and then bottomed out in my mouth and dropped a load of sperm down my gullet. The crowd cheered after he pulled out. The two pumping my holes kept at it. They went for another minute before the guy in my pussy announced he would cum. He didn't pull out, but he stopped and looked at me. I said, "Put it inside of me." He pumped me a bit more and then squirted a load of cum in my cunt. The only problem was when he pulled out, his cum soaked the cock and balls in my asshole. Everyone got quiet. A few people laughed. Something had to be done to break the awkward tension, so I slipped his dick out of my asshole, got on my hands and knees, and told him to pump a baby into my asshole. He did just that, and the remaining cum dripping from my pussy fell on the bed instead of him. He went at my ass until he stiffened up and pumped a load into my guts. I was right there, ready to cum, but he pulled out. The good thing was Scott was in the room, and I told him to fuck my cummy asshole. He didn't hesitate, dropped his pants, and slipped his hard cock in my sperm-lubed butthole. He didn't give a crap about the people watching or what they thought. It took about thirty seconds, and I busted a cum so hard that I had to look like a complete idiot. I couldn't help myself. All those people watching, the perfect airtight I had going, Scott pumping my cummy butthole in front of everyone...it sent me over the edge. I didn't let Scott cum. I got mine, and I didn't want to ruin it by getting pumped for 10 minutes waiting for him to cum. I knew he would get his later, and he did. So that was my public airtight expedition. Sorry, it was a book, but as long as it is, I left out a zillion details to keep it this short. This was my best cum of the night. I want to make sure to get across the intensity of my orgasm. It may have been my all-time most powerful cum ever. I'm still thinking about it.
If you didn't want him to pump his balls into your wife, you shouldn't have told him to go bare in her. I'm just saying...it seems like the logical conclusion. I'll explain in a second. I took yesterday off because I didn't get home until 8 in the morning yesterday. We had a fantastic time. I ate 3 pussies, sucked 5 dicks, and fucked 4 guys. Several repeatedly. All in one night! Hows is that for a numbers stat? I'll start by explaining the Swinger party drama after Scott pumped a load of jizz into another man's wife. He didn't even want to "play" with us, but I wanted to see him fuck someone. So I was the one who talked him into putting his dick into her in the first place. When Scott said he didn't bring a condom, the lady's husband said Scott should go bare. His wife, on the bed, legs spread and begging to be inseminated, and she was all for it. Scott obliged, and he pumped her until she looked like Satan himself possessed her. When he announced he was going to cum...she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deep, and he emptied his balls into her while her husband watched Scott breed her. It was a joint effort on Scott's and the wife's part. Nobody said pull out or don't cum in her. I was there for the entire fuck session. Nothing was said while I licked Scott's sperm out of her pussy after Scott slipped his cock out of her. When I finished, there wasn't a drop of ball snot in her. I licked her deep. Plus, she was washing Scott's cum out with her cum while I cleaned her. Her husband fucked me hard and fast from behind while I had my tongue in his wife. He did an excellent job of pumping me. I had a good orgasm when I felt his cum spraying my insides. Everything was good, but something set her husband off. He waited an hour after we all finished fucking before approaching me, not Scott, and said, "It wasn't cool your husband came in, my wife." I reminded him it was his idea to go bare. He said that wasn't permission to cum inside her. I said he should have been more clear, and I reminded him that I was still leaking sperm that came from his balls. I also reminded him that I never told him he could cum inside me, nor did he ask. He just did it. He said he could tell that I wanted him to. It was at that moment I knew I was dealing with an idiot. An idiot with a hot-ass wife but an idiot all the same. It doesn't matter because the best part is I have his wife's number, and he doesn't know that. I will do my best to convert her into a cheating cum dumpster of epic proportions. We texted back and forth all day yesterday. She is coming to Daytona tomorrow, and her husband has no clue she is doing so, so it should be fun! Truthfully, the best part is I'm hoping we become serious friends. I could use a like-minded chick for a friend with whom I can share all my twisted ideas.
So I'm fucking around and edging myself. Why? So if and when I get myself stuffed full of fat, spongy cock, I'll go off like a nuke. I used the smaller dildo as well. In case I get some strange small cock...I want to be able to feel him. I feel like tonight is going to be a good night. I sure hope so. A let down would be real bummer right about now. But positive thoughts bring rock hard cocks so I'm thinking positive right now.
I am leaving for Orlando at 6 tonight. We are picking up Bob right at I-95 so I'll be in the back seat with him for at least an hour. I hope I can keep myself from stuffing his dick in my guts. It's going to take a lot not to. We can breed the whole ride home later tonight. See if we can hold off until then. Anyway, I will let you know how things go late tonight or in the morning! Catch you then! I'll try to throw some stuff in as we go. Not sure how that will go over, but I'll see what I can do.
I have a friend who cheated on her husband last week with a guy who she says has a huge dick. She didn't know he had a big one, and she just "lucked out," as she put it. I don't know what she considers "huge," but I'll take her word for it. She has only known this guy for a few weeks. He's the new guy where she works at the hospital. She is considering quitting her job because she says she is falling in love with him. She thinks she needs distance. I asked, when he punched his cock in her guts did she feel like she was high or intoxicated. She thought about it and said yes, that her husband even asked her if she had been drinking when she got home. I asked her if she swallowed her husband's cum. She said no, never. I asked her if she would eat her new fuck buddy's sperm. She said yes. Classic case of being fucked stupid. She's not in love with him. She's in love with his cock. She will do anything for it to please it. She fell in love with his dick the second it stretched her insides out. When the head of his cock touched places inside her that her husband never had...her vagina was instantly addicted to his cock. She needs to remember you have to separate the dick from the man. They are two entirely different beings. Wait until she feels his sperm splashing around deep in her guts...she's going to be so cock stupid I doubt she will be able to talk correctly for an hour. I am so jealous of her. I want to find this guy and immediately fall in love with "him." "Him" is the code word for his dick. So that you know. I love falling in love with cock. It's a confusing but fantastic feeling. Having a second Bob in my life would make me complete. I can't think of anything better than walking around cock stupid daily.
Home gym. Questions come in waves. Why do I have a home gym? The running consensus is so guys won't stare at me when I work out. Not even a consideration; honestly, I would hope they would. Just being upfront about it. I like being watched. I always have. I never wore really hot shit to the gym. Not because I didn't want to be seen but because hot sexy shit, for the most part, is hard to work out in the gym when it cums to weight lifting. I do go bottomless in my home gym most of the time, and if they would let me do that in a commercial gym...I would.
Do you seriously want to watch another man use my cunt, breed me as if he owns me, and give me back to you stretched, pumped full of his cum, and possibly knocked up? I mean, how much of a boy-pussy do you really have to want to do that? Okay, settle down. I'm not asking you. I'm just telling you things I say to make my cuck cum on command.
Vince: Sorry I said those things to you. I didn't mean them. Me: Not concerned. Vince: I know you went out with Chris tonight Me: So? Vince: Was that to get back at me? Me: No Vince: Did you guys have fun tonight? Me: Yes. Vince: What are you doing right now? Can I come over? Me: Not a good idea. I'm on the toilet right now, farting out his cum. Vince: Hahaha Vince: Are you serious? Vince: Please answer me Vince: I'm calling you
What was all that about, you ask? It's a word-for-word text message thread from an old boyfriend. I'd say 5, maybe 6 years ago, I was dating a guy named Vince. He got super upset about how I dressed when he wasn't around. When I refused to change my wardrobe habits, he called me a "whore" in 30 different ways and said he never wanted to see me again. I was okay with that. So I called his friend Chris and went out with him and a bunch of other people that very evening. At the night's end, Chris fucked me and dumped a load in my ass in his car. Word got back to Vince, we went out, and the above conversation happened. I did answer his call. I did admit to having my colon stretched and lubed by Chris. I told him that's what "ho's" do. I never heard from him again. Chris disappeared for about 6 months before I heard from him again. He felt bad he fucked his friend's girl...as if I was the property of Vince at the time. I wasn't interested in him the second he said that, so we never spoke again. Once again, have no idea why I thought I would share that with you. It just popped up in my mind. I enjoyed that revenge ass-pie. Now, for some unexplained reason, I want to do it again. The problem is I'm just not mad at anyone. I suppose I could pretend.
I drove around with my tits out half the time tonight. Not on purpose. Well, maybe on purpose, just a little bit. I had on a very loose tank top with no bra. The wind pushed the girls right out in the open. I consider that a wardrobe malfunction and no penalty is required. I am very sure I made some folks super happy tonight. Just saying.
I will always answer questions. You don't have to ask to ask a question. You aren't going to offend me. I was a reasonably high-level sex worker for over 20 years. I'm out of the game now for several years. But I wear that part of my life like a badge of honor. So, asking me about it is not an insult in any way. My only regret is I should have started in the 1980's.
Several people are angry because I won't talk dirty to them. It's not that I won't. I will. I do it all the time. But when I do, it's about things that turn me on. Everyone wants very specific subject matter to be focused on. Here is the crucial part of my last statement, so pay attention. The whole "wants to focus on the specific subject matter"...that includes me as well. I have particular things that turn me on. Things I think about daily. When I look at porn, I immediately incorporate my specific arousal triggers into the plot. That's why I watch compilation videos almost exclusively. I pretend the girl getting a load of sperm in her ass is me fucking some stud behind my husband/boyfriend's back and then going home and asking them to eat my ass. If you saw the search on my phone, it would read "MILF anal creampie compilation." Followed by "I belong to my bull, not you cuckold captions." I like captions. I can read the caption, mentally alter it with my likes and stare at the photo and rub my clit to orgasm. So, when you bring up scenarios where I'm a school person and didn't do my homework, now I have to blow the teacher...that doesn't do it for me. I'm not saying that it isn't over-the-top hot for a ton of people. I know that it is. Just not me. And I won't fake it. I spent 20-plus years being told what to pretend. No more of that. Now you get me being me. There are a zillion girls who you can pay to say whatever you want to hear. I'm not one of them. I'll talk about all things MILF, no doubt. I'll talk wardrobe...I like to dress up. I'll talk fit and muscle stuff. I'll definitely talk cuckold, mental domination, and infidelity...personal faves of mine. I am happy to talk about my posts. And if you cum up with something that piques my interest...I'll get into it with you. I'm not lecturing. I'm just explaining why I don't fully engage in some of these conversations or give an answer that isn't full-on porn. If you want that, you better be asking me about licking jizz out of my box. Just saying.
I got folded in half, my knees by my ears, pumped open by a massive cock, and overflowing with the cum it left inside me. No, I didn't. I made that all up. I wish I did, though. What is that they say..."Current Mood." It has been a dick drought the last few days. It happens. Today is the first day I really wish I could feel a cock splitting the middle in my insides. That's what it feels like when you get a long ass cock in your pussy. Like someone put a divider in your guts. Don't get me wrong, it's a fantastic feeling. I'm just trying to provide a little context here. I would love it if I were experiencing that sensation as we speak. But I'm not. You have these things in life. The little breaks just make the next fuck all that much better.
I have another "house party" I am going to on Saturday. Looking forward to that. I have been assured it is more in my accustomed style. As in xxx, fill my holes and make me airtight. I have to figure out what I'm going to wear. I am not holding back on this one. I'm going all out. I don't care what anyone thinks. If you tell me it's a "swinger party," then it damn well better be a knock out drag out cum flying event. I'm just saying. If it turns out to be anything but...well...I don't know what I will do, but I won't be happy. I want to dance topless, then naked, then fuck in front of everyone. I might be sharing a little too much here. I'll stop.
I look forward to the day when I can tell Bob I found someone better than him. It's not looking good for me on that front, which, in some ways, is good. The sex is that amazing. I am at the age, though, where I would like to experience something more intense. However, I wonder if I would survive that because I barely survive the orgasms Bob is pumping out of me. Just thinking out loud. Bob is going to be hard to get rid of. He has taken to fucking with Scott's head, and that pushes my button in all the right ways. Not sure I could ever give that up.
I had some weird shit going on with my head. So I went to the doctor. I had an ear infection, a sinus infection, and something else. All at once. Who does that? Apparently, I do. I'm fine. Wait...I'm fucking up here, missing a good opportunity. No, I'm not okay. Tip me all of your money, or I will never survive this! Wait...I need an operation so send me even more money. Did I tell you my dog caught what I have and now needs surgery, too? One of them probably does, so tip me even more money. I'll be waiting.
I answer my DM's as fast as possible, but I'm not sitting around the desktop 24/7, and the odds of having my phone on me are about zero. There are no personal responses to be made on a fucking phone tap pad. So, if I don't respond and the system shows me on, it's because I didn't close the window and walked away. I don't ignore anyone.
Why don't I use a phone? First, I leave it on the charger more than I carry it. I'm not a huge phone person. I have the latest, greatest phone...but it collects dust on my shelf. Second, it feels so impersonal, so I will only answer on it if I have to. Sure, a phone is handy at times. But I know my area, so no GPS is required, and I'm never in that big of a hurry to Google things. I will if I need to, but that is rare. Truthfully, phone call-wise, I don't have that many people to talk to.
The ride home was the best part of the night. Scott drove, and Bob pumped my asshole with his cock. I came so hard minutes into it I accidentally told him I loved him. I'm not sure how Scott feels about that. Scott hasn't said anything, but I think it's because it's awkward for him. It's cum love, though. At the time, it probably sounded like I meant it. I'm pretty sure I said, "I love you so much," while he was slipping the massive head of his cock into my colon. I'm okay with that. At that moment, I did love him. At this moment, he's reverted to being an asshole with a magic cock. You have these things in life. I can't help myself. How could I? His cock was slipping into my rectum, lubed from sperm that Scott's balls pumped in me an hour before. Plus, he was fingering my cunt at the same time. That's an explosive combination for me. To make things even more volatile, Bob was shit-talking Scott while he had his dick inside me, widening my hole to fit his dick. I'm sure the whole ride home was tough for Scott. Being talked down to by a guy who has your wife's colon impaled on the end of his dick is one thing. But having him pump her so properly that she tells him she loves him in front of you without any shame has got to sting. To make it more harsh, Bob said things like, "No wonder she can't cum with you. Your dick is so small I can't even tell you fucked her ass" Bob would pull his dick out of my ass and spread my cheeks and look into my gaped black hole of an asshole and say, "You should see what I did to your wife's asshole so you always know what it looks like after I fuck her." The harshest was, "You know why she tells me she loves me? Because I can make her cum like I did, and you can't." Then Bob asked Scott if it was hard knowing he could take me from him anytime he wanted to. He asked him if that kept him up at night. Scott refused to answer. All that was way too much for me, and I orgasmed again, but this time so hard that I think it mentally impaired me for probably half an hour. Anything he did was heaven. And he did some things. Then he went to town on my ass with his dick and dumped his sperm in my asshole. But he wasn't done with me or Scott yet. He kept fingering it and slipping his jizzy slimy finger into my mouth, and I loved it. Then, in one final insult, he dipped his finger inside my ass, put it under Scott's nose, and asked him if he could smell his dick on it. He tried to put it in his mouth, but Scott turned away. I wish he would have licked the cum off of Bob's finger, that would have been amazingly hot, but I get it. I'm sure it's tough to be another man's sissy bitch, especially in front of your wife. Even if he knows it turns me on. What I didn't know because I was in the back with Bob's finger in my cummy asshole is Scott pumped a load into his pants. I saw it when he got out of the car after we dropped Bob off at his car. He had grey pants on. It was impossible to hide the large wet spot. I made him cum clean about exactly when he came. He said he was hard the entire ride, but when Bob asked him if taking me from him whenever he wanted, he couldn't stop it from happening. I asked him if it was a good cum. He said it was the best sex he ever had. I was like, wow. Nobody even touched him. What a fucking cuck! The best ever! We have to do this again. Like immediately!
I leaked about a coffee cup full of sperm on a couch Saturday night. Two guys pumped cum in me one after another. It was a swinger party disguised as a "Hotwife" party. It didn't go very well, as these things tend to do. To much drama and pettiness to make it worth it. There were about 20 people at what I used to call "House Parties" back in the day. I have been to these parties where they were so big they ended up being "Hotel Parties" with entire floors and conference rooms rented out. Those were fun. Saturday night...not so much. In my mind, the perfect "House Party" is where I end up with a hot chick, a hot guy, and we fuck until we can't fuck anymore. I ended up with Bob, Scott, and a couple of husbands who may or may not have had permission to put their dick inside me. My guess is permission was not granted. This party was a very tame event. My guess would be I was the only chick who got some strange dick inside her at this so-called "Hotwife Party."
The house was large, so it wasn't overly crowded. It was a slow night. So slow that by the time 10 p.m. hit, I was ready to go home. But Bob was prepared to fuck, and Scott was up for it as well. So we went into another family room, and I started blowing the both of them. That drew a few people to watch. Then, another guy asked if he could join, and I said yes. After he put his dick in my mouth, a second guy asked, and I switched to blowing him. Neither of those two could get a hard dick. Scott and Bob were hard like steel. Scott was quite a bit larger than both of them, and Bob made them all look tiny. We fucked. Scott and Bob fucked. The other two just got blowjobs and soft-dick handjobs. I would have fucked them both, but their dicks were way too mushy and soft to push into anything, much less my pussy or ass. So we ended up in a sandwich with Bob under me in my cunt and Scott on top in my ass, and they pumped me until they both came. Scott first. After he pulled out of my ass, we rolled over so Scott's sperm wouldn't get all over Bob, and he fucked me missionary until he pumped jizz into me. He pulled out, and I leaked Bob's cum all over their fabric sofa, so good luck with that. Not to mention the nut leaking out of my ass from Scott's ass fucking. The other two guys just faded away with their soft dicks. I didn't see either one for the rest of the night. It got awkward afterward because the other so-called "Hotwives" didn't seem to approve of my behavior. None of them would even look at me, much less talk to me. It was a swinger party, for fucks sake. It's what you do at a swinger party. Maybe they didn't know that. Now they do. Plus, and this is a pro tip, never leave fabric seating uncovered at a swinger party. You can't put bleach on fabric. Now they know that as well.
I have been to hundreds of swinger parties in my time. They were and still can be a ton of fun. This was the first swinger party I attended where nobody got topless. Until I got naked in preparation for going airtight...everyone remained fully clothed. What a bummer party that was. All posers, fakes, wannabees. They were all so worried about appearances and telling me about content shoots they attended that they forgot why they were there. I didn't come to look at your wardrobe. I could give a fuck about that. Let's get those tits out, dicks out, and get things rolling, dammit! The best part of the night was the ride there and the ride home. I'll tell you about it later.
I'll be your wide receiver and I'm a damn good ball handler so let's get this thing started! It's football season and though I watch nothing more than the highlights...I still enjoy the season! I have actually played pro football with more than a few pro football players. They have scored on me more than a few times if you know what I mean! I used to go to a condo in downtown Charlotte and get pumped by a high-profile individual. We did it on his balcony once and who knows who watched us. Hopefully half the city block! When he came, his first pump missed my face and went straight over the balcony and about 20 stories down. Someone got a facial from an NFL pro and didn't even know it! Anyway. I'll be scarce on here today. I have lots going on, but I have some good stuff to tell you about a swinger party I went to last night with Bob. So if you message me on here, I probably won't answer until later tonight or tomorrow. Catch up with you then!
Friday night. Good dinner. Better ass fucking followed by a fantastic breeding session. So, it's a late start today. I played along with Ryan last night. He wants us to be a thing. I string him along because I like his thing inside me. I see it as a win-win, at least for now. I said it before. I'll repeat it. He was warned.
I told Scott about Ryan this morning. He wanted to fuck, but I would rather he jerks off while I rub one out, watching him. So we did that. He blasted all over his leg when I told him that when Ryan said he loved me, I said, "Love you too" in return. Scott gets off on that. It's kind of a new thing for him, but I am digging it for sure. I want to expand on it, but I don't have the right guy yet. I so want to come home one day and tell Scott I am going on a vacation with my boyfriend and his parents. I know that's random, but how hot would that be? Probably not very hot for most of you, but I like what I like. I'll catch up later, but it will be a while today. I have a lot of things to get done around the house.
Aren't you guys curious what it feels like when you rub the head of my clit? Or are you like me and just think it feels the same way as when I rub the head of your dick? I do, I forget I have zero idea of what it feels like to have the rim of your cockhead licked and stroked. I can't even tell you what feels good because you guys all have different ideas of how you want me to stroke and suck your cock. Ask me to describe the sensation of your fingers caressing my clit head, and I will get stuck drawing a blank. I don't know how to describe it. It's frustratingly addictive. It's uncomfortable yet ecstasy beyond description at the same time. It never gets old. It is getting more intense the older I get, and the more intense it gets, the more of it I want it. I know there must be a similar feeling in guys because I can see it in their faces when I have their cock in my hands. That dizzy, checked-out look. You forget to breathe. You say things you would never say. If I say the right thing to you, it will trigger whatever makes you tick, and at that moment...your my bitch. I own you. And you will want more. Then, more after that. It won't end. The things you will do for me to hold your cock again will seem trivial. But they won't be. That will just drive you on even more. That's truly sexy as fuck. So many people have sex and go on with their day. I like to remember it. Talk about it. Keep things flowing. I think sex should be considered at any given moment in any situation. It keeps things interesting. Life can be boring otherwise. Just saying.
Every time I see Governor Kristi Noem, I get a little wet. Just saying. That is my political statement for the week.
Ryan is taking me to the Stonewood Grill. It's alright. Kind of an Outback but a little nicer. I don't really like going out to eat unless it's wings and such, but I'll humor him. He will want to go back to my house afterward. This I know. His shitty little motel apartment is not my style. He shouldn't have left his wife. He's a complete dumbass. But I'm not him, and I don't know everything going on in his life. He has laid it on me like he left her for me, but I have difficulty believing that. That was his dick talking. I'm happy to speak with his dick on a regular basis. Ryan, not so much. He's a nice guy, and I don't mind hanging out with him, and he breeds me quite nicely. Some of the orgasms I have had with his dick are legendary. But that's his dick doing that to me. His personality, it's fun to be around for a while, but then he gets all serious and focused. I don't need serious and focused. I need hard fun and time to run.
I am turned on by the fact that I have done things to Ryan's dick that he has enjoyed so much that he was willing to toss his life away to get more of my pussy. Sounds terrible, but I didn't ask him to do that. His dick asked him to do that. I get it. I have done the same thing chasing what I thought was the perfect man, only to find out it was his perfect dick. The man was an asshole, but sadly his dick was unavailable any other way. That's how I am with Bob. I think I love Bob, but I don't. I love his penis and the way it physically makes me feel. Bob...well, he's a complete jackass. A nasty byproduct that I have to deal with if I want his cock to continue to make soup out of my insides on the regular. And I do. I want him right now. I would cancel Ryan if Bob asked me out tonight. His dick comes with no strings attached. Bob has made that clear. Good for him. Otherwise, I might end up like Ryan. My pussy would put me in the same boat with Ryan if I let her.
I like the thought of turning a cock into a non-bendable state. It fascinates me. I have grabbed hard dicks with both hands and tried to bend them. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to know they aren't going to bend. Don't know why that popped into my head. I have been thinking about dicks quite a bit today. It's weird because I think of a cock as its own being with its own personality. I forget that it's attached to a living, breathing man who is wondering if I have lost my mind when I talk to his dick like it's not part of him. I have been accused of liking a man's penis more than I did the man who carried it around. Guilty as charged.
Did you ever run into someone so hot it makes you drool that you don't know and, for whatever reason, hang around with them for a bit? Like in a doctor's office or something like that. Then, by sheer luck, they start talking to you, but by that time, you have already fucked them 10 times in your head. The conversation is awkward because, in my head, I have already opened my legs for them and let them slip their magically perfect penis into my guts. Hard to see them any other way. Just saying. I was doing that yesterday at the appliance store. Some kid, probably early 20s, some mother's son, was so delicious I had to squeeze my thighs together because he was making my vagina buzz. He wasn't my sales guy, but someone showed up who must have been important because my sales guy handed me off to him when they showed up. But when he introduced himself, I could only picture his testicles in my mouth. I must have given off some hungry beast vibe because I could tell I was making him nervous. I openly flirted with him, but he returned zero my way. He wasn't interested. Thats okay. I fucked him 10 times in my head and once with my vibrator when I got home. I don't need any more appliances, but I feel the need to go back to that store. I am officially the perverted old lady now.
So, yes, I did empty Tony's cock yesterday. I blew him, and that was it. I didn't have time for anything else. I didn't have time to blow him, but I didn't want to leave him with a set of full testicles, so I drained them for him as fast as I could. I don't mind. I often remove the cum from a guy's balls just because. It's not like it's work. I never understood why some women avoid it like it's the plague. It doesn't even take that long. If I want him to cum fast, I usually know what makes each guy tick. The truth is, I end up getting into it and making it last longer than I should. I can't help it. Making a guy's dick spit jizz is a fascinating process. It never gets old. The thrill is intense to this day. Probably stronger. Anyways, Tony showed up. I popped the button on his shorts, unzipped him, pulled his cock out, and sucked it. He gets all fidgety with I roll the head of his dick around in his mouth with my tongue. His dick is small enough to do that. He was ready to cum in a minute or so, but I edged him a couple of times. I probably spent 10 minutes on my knees with his dick in my mouth. It would have been longer, but I went a bit too far, and his dick tipped over the edge and pumped cum in my stomach. I like to keep the post cum drip down to a minimum, so I sucked his dick soft, put it back in his shorts, and sent him on his way. Tony was happy, and I had that wonderful aftertaste of sperm in my throat. Tony should probably be thanking me for not letting him fuck me. My pussy has been resized by Bob over the last few days. It's XX large now, and Tony requires a medium. His dick flopping around inside of me would have probably been a hit to his ego. I need to give it a few days, and my box will return to its normal small/medium state.
Back to Bob turning me inside out with his dick. I have to leave some things out as I promised I would. See how long I keep that promise, but for now, I have plenty of other stuff to tell you. When everyone left, it was just Scott, Bob, and myself. I told Scott to let us have the house for the night. He was hesitant, but he left. Bob slipped his dick into my pussy which was still lubed with his cum from the first time it stretched me open. He fucked me, missionary. He made out with me. He asked me if he could stay the night. I said yes. He asked me if I wanted him to stay more than just one night. I said yes. He asked me about Scott. I said I don't care. Then I came so hard I couldn't breathe. It was unreal. Then his dick started flopping around inside me, drooling another load of thick ball snot into my body. Then he got up, got dressed, and started leaving. I asked him about wanting to spend the night, not to mention making it a regular thing. He said he just wanted to see what I would say. He told me he was married and had a kid and asked if I really thought he wanted to move in with me. I thought about it, laying there with his sperm slipping out of me, and he was right. I couldn't stand an entire day with Bob, much less have him move in. But fuck if it didn't sound good when his cock was busy rearranging my insides. Funny how sex does that to a person.
Scott came home this morning. I told him everything. I didn't spare him how I agreed to replace him with Bob. He pulled his hard dick out, and because he has been so good with letting me live my insane sex life, I rubbed it off for him. He left me with a handful of cum. I didn't even make him eat it. We are going to be married for life. I can tell. I finally got it right.
I got resized again last night by Bob. Just look at the size of my clit. Thats Bob's dick doing it's thing. Twice. He came over while I had some friends and family over. We had to introduce him as Scott's friend to keep it from getting totally weird. One of my friends asked me what was going on with him. She said I seemed distracted like I had been drinking. I wasn't drinking or doing anything else. Except for getting sloshed on Bob's dick, so there was that. He fucked me stupid in my bedroom. We snuck a quick five minutes when no one was looking, and that's all it took. When I walked out, I was off balance physically and mentally. When I say off balance...I mean it in the best of ways. It took everything I had just to be quiet when he made me cum with his cock buried in me, pushing my stomach around. I swear I can feel it moving things. I don't even know what part of me they are, but that sensation is my drug of choice. Not to mention, Scott's parents were in the house, and I was in the bedroom getting pumped full of sperm by someone other than their son. The thought was a bit overwhelming, and I came fast and hard. Look, I know. I am pretty much the anit-christ these days. I'm fucking around on my husband with his parents in the house, killing marriages, trying to turn guys into chicks with a dick, and I cheated for real on Scott last Friday. And...I don't really care. I'm not giving up on any of it because chasing the next best cum is what I do. It's my thing. Anyway. I was a gracious hostess, wandering around and talking to everyone with Bob's sperm leaking out of my cum runny cunt into my shorts.
I'm in a rush here. I'll tell you the rest after I empty a dick belonging to Tony. It's got my name all over it, and Tony's on his way bringing it to me!
What's my most bizarre fantasy? Holy shit, I have had so many. They change, often get revisited, then change again. I reserve the right to change my fantasy at any given moment. I guess what fantasy did I have and didn't follow through on? Not many. I would guess this doesn't show up much around girls and their sexual fantasies. It's got zip to do with super studly guys and romantic settings. The odds are good you will think I'm a true nut job after this one but, as they say, it is what it is. So, the weirdest one would have been my desire for sperm inside my body back in the day when I was in school. So much so that I wanted a baby pumped in me so everyone would know I was taking cum inside of me. Kind of like the infamous cum walk of shame. I would walk into class and everyone would know I slipped a cock in my guts and made it chuck cum. I just wanted people looking at me and knowing I let a cock drool sperm into me. Like I said, you will think Im a wacko but I like what I like. Did I try to get pumped pregnant? Kind of sort of, but I knew that would goof things up for me. Not that I didn't want to though. I must have let 15 or 20 sets of testicles from different guys spill their guts inside me. I was on the pill but I'm not saying I might have missed a day or so. I was a bit out of control when it came to guys back then, but I only have fond memories of those days so I wouldn't change a thing.
Butt creampies...my favorite little specialty. I like them served up steamy hot, thick, and slimy. If done right, they grease me up for the entire day! This video is the second cum video from the other day when Bob showed Scott how to turn me into a brain-dead cum whore. It was a masterful lesson on Bob's part. One that Scott will never learn. Speaking of Scott, read on if you must.
I let my pussy get me into a bit of trouble yesterday. I promised Scott I would hang out with his family, but I ended up in a hotel with Bob's dick pumping me for most of the evening. I didn't call. I should have. Instead, I ended up face-to-face with Scott at midnight, trying to think up a lie to tell him. He cut me off before I got started. He said he could tell from how I looked that I spent the evening with a dick in me. Which was spot on. Bob fucked me for hours. There were times when Bob was touching places inside of me with the head of his cock that I couldn't have even told you my husband's name. I probably wouldn't have even remembered I was married. The feeling of Bob's fat, delicious cock spreading me open was that good. So, remembering to call wasn't a possibility. I feel bad. I do. I can tell Scott is hurt that I humiliated him in front of his family. It's not the kind of humiliation I want to inflict. But I'm not going to stop fucking Bob. Or anyone else, for that matter. It's who I am. It's what I do. It's what I want to do. I live and breathe for the thrill of chasing that next cum. When I retired from most things adult, I guess most people, including myself, figured I would slow down sexually. But once I started enjoying sex on my terms, with no outside influence, I had no idea how addictive and powerful it would become. I live and breathe to be seeded now. The urge is so compelling now that stopping is impossible. I don't want to stop. I'm not going to. I woke up this morning thinking about Bob's cum still lingering inside my body. I had no thoughts of how upset Scott was with me. That shows you where my priorities lay. I'm okay with that. The sex with Bob is getting dangerously good. Yesterday, I came so hard and so much that I lost control of my body. I had cum leaking from all my holes, dripping off other body parts. I touched it. I tasted it. I want more of it. I'm not going to walk away from that. I have never had a time in my life where I have been happier. Life is too short to give up any of this. I do feel for Scott, but I'm not changing anything. He can count on that. See how it goes.
So, here are some cum shots from Bob yesterday. He won't get on video, but he didn't mind videoing his cumshots. I wasn't going to post these. I was going to keep them for myself as I didn't think they were all that, but now that I look at them...they are pretty hot. I have three of them. I'll put the first one up now. I have to edit these. He was swinging the camera around everywhere, and some of it needs to be cut out, or it will make you dizzy.
Don't read on if you get bored quickly or generally don't like the things I write. If you are here just for the pics and videos, what's below will not interest you. It will get weird. You have been warned.
This first cum dump Bob did inside of me also ended up inside of Scott. Bob also took a video of Scott ingesting his sperm out of me while saying amazingly hot and humiliating things to him with every lick Scott took. I got so turned on by Bob humiliating Scott I started rubbing one out while he was doing it. I would have cum, but Bob stopped me. He said I was distracting him while he was trying to watch Scott eat his cum. Scott swallowed every drop I could push out of me, and Bob ordered him to clean his jizz off the bedspread as well. Scott did as he was told. When he was done, he had a shiny, cummy chin, just like I do when I get busy eating sperm. He looked so...gay and so defeated. Demasculated would be a good word. Bob was taking his masculinity by watching Scott eat his sperm one lick at a time. This is precisely how I want to picture Scott from now on. All this so mentally turned me on that I was dizzy. I mean it. My head was spinning, and I couldn't get enough of it. I am going to tell you this. I don't like to tell you this because I know some people get touchy over this kind of thing, but it is such a turn-on for me I have to get it out. Bob's massive dick was still hard while he watched this. It was starting to leak. He had post cum drip going on. I pulled Scott over his ears and put him on his knees before Bob. It was awesome. He was kneeling before the man taking his wife away from him, one cock stroke at a time. Bob's huge cock was hanging over Scott's head. I grabbed Bob's cock and slapped Scott's forehead with it. The sound was so heavy and thick. It's hard to describe. It was a delicious sound. The look on Scott's face was worth everything in the world. It was so hot how cucked out he looked. Acceptance would be an excellent way to put it. He may not like it, but he will accept it or be gone. The ownership and power I have over him from this is intoxicating. It's addictive. I can't ever see letting go of the control I have. All I have to do is threaten him with leaving him, and he collapses into an obedient cuck who gets slapped in the face with the massive dick of his rival. Would I leave him if he disobeyed? Yes. Instantly. I'm too far gone and too addicted to ever go back to an everyday vanilla sex life. I'll find another one like him except better. It got worse for Scott. I tilted his head back, pried his mouth open, and grabbed Bob's dick. You probably think I will tell you I made him suck it. I didn't. What I did was I put my finger between Bob's balls and pushed, shoving the jizz that remained in Bob's cock up into the shaft, and then I gripped Bob's cock and squeezed out a long rope of sperm into Scott's mouth. I asked Scott how he liked it. I grabbed Bob's perfect balls and showed them to Scott. I said, "You just ate sperm from these testicles. Live sperm from another man's balls is in your stomach." He just looked down in shame. Here's the thing, though. Scott's dick was rock hard. I could see it popping up in his shorts. I grabbed it to confirm it, yanked it a few times, and a huge, wet jizz spot came through the fabric. Scott had an orgasm. Amazing how I have turned such a big man into such a little bitch. Anyway, I know many of you are like, "What the fuck Brooke!" I understand. But I can't help myself, and there was no way I could not share that with you. It got a lot worse for Scott. I may or may not tell you. I haven't decided yet.
Bob is the second guy to make me tap out. The first was a guy named Scott. Let me be very clear: this is an entirely different guy than my husband Scott, though I wish I had married him instead of my current husband. He had what I have since found out to be a once-in-a-lifetime dick and a sex appeal to go along with it that I have been unable to match since. I met Scott probably 30 yrs ago, and he had the most enormous cock I have ever touched or seen in my life to this day. No porn guy has gotten near it. I got fired from a respiratory therapist job because he and his dick had such control over me I would do things when he told me. He told me to suck his cock, which meant getting the massive head in my mouth in the warehouse/stockroom where we worked. The owner walked in just as Scott started cumming and told me not to stop. The owner watched me drink and clean up Scott's sperm. He fired us on the spot. So worth it. Scott had chicks left and right, and he just disappeared on me over time. I wish he hadn't. I never got over his dick.
Bob has a 9-inch dick. It's huge. It's thick, spongy, and perfectly shaped with smooth veins. Scott, from long ago, had a 13-inch dick. It was so big it never stood up when it got hard. It would just hang down and grow bigger. I think it was too heavy to stand up. That's a 4-inch difference between dicks. It's a difference the same size as some of your dicks. Think about that. I don't know where all of Bob's cock goes when he goes balls deep in me. I have no idea how I even survived Scott's cock when he bottomed out inside me. Even Scott used to be amazed when I would push against him until his entire 13-inches became invisible. It was like an itch that was so deep that the only way to scratch it was impale myself on his dick, and when the tip of his dick scratched that itch, it was heaven! The most unbelievably pleasurable sensation I have been chasing for a lifetime. Bob gets very close to it. That is probably why when he told me to tell Scott, my husband, who you have all seen his dick, it isn't 9-inches, much less 13-inches, that I belonged to him and did it. Bob ordered me to do this while he had me on all fours, his dick buried in my guts, inebriated from cumming, and staring at my husband. He told me to tell him I would leave Scott for him whenever he asked, and he might ask today. I told Scott I would leave him for Bob if he asked me to. Scott looked devastated. Completely defeated. Then I came so hard I forgot where I was. Bob laughed, and Scott looked nervous. That was one of probably a dozen orgasms I had yesterday. I'm still dizzy from them today. Something went on yesterday that I'm sure many of you aren't into or interested in. Stuff that makes life worth living for me, but I understand it's not for everyone. I will think about what I want to share and post some more a little later today.
Bob is going to resize me today, so Yay for me! I love it when he customizes me to fit. If only I would stay that way forever. That's a mental turn-on I could live with for sure. Bob is getting kinky. He wants me to bring Scott. Scott said no, but I reminded him this is why I agreed to marry him. So now he's going back and forth about being unable to get off work. He will call in sick. It's been decided. I'm getting this one. I am still determining what Bob has in mind, but whatever it is, it will be good! If I get my way, what I want to do the most is reverse cowgirl Bob and make Scott lick my clit. Fuck me. I might cum the second his tongue hits my clit. Scary how turned on I get thinking about that. Bob calls the shots, though, so fingers crossed. I have some time. It's not until 2 today. The build-up to it is going to be unbelievable! For those who care, I'll keep you posted. I have some pretty good ideas for videos and pics for those who don't, so I'll also post those.
Twitter. It's silly. I posted a pic over a month ago, and some ding dong posted about how I'm killing myself by starving myself and using roids. It's from a heavyweight chick, more expansive widthwise than she is tall. I don't have time for these idiots. She will eat herself to death long before I starve myself. Completely random. There was not a thing that was negative about my pic or caption I put with it. It was something like, "I will do things to your dick that even your dick won't understand what's happening to it." I don't know. Maybe that is an annoying comment. Why did I write that...I don't know. I think because sometimes I sit around and think about stuff I want to happen. I would certainly love to do things to someone's cock that was so amazing it confused them. I'm weird that way and end up jotting shit like that down. Sometimes, for a post on Twitter. Doesn't matter. What's my point here because? I am not upset in any way about her comment. I am curious about it, though. I would love to sit down with her and get her to explain why she thought she needed to tell me that. It doesn't matter, I have said some unprovoked dumb shit in my life, so I should probably just shut up. The older I get, the less I do it. That's a plus.
I let Tony use my mouth like a fleshlight. He held my head and pumped my mouth for 30 seconds, then he came. I was shocked when I felt his cum in my throat. I didn't expect it, so I coughed it up and ended up with sperm dripping from my nose. Which would probably freak some people out, but it only turns me on. It isn't all that uncomfortable, so it's not that big deal. But...the thought of a 23 yr old pumping so much cum in my throat that I end up hacking it up through my nose...well... that's hot. I don't know what Tony thought about it all. I didn't really give him a chance. I had laundry and dinner to make, so I put his deflated penis back in his shorts and sent him to work. He asked me if I was mad at him, and I told him no. I told him to call me later. I had things to do. Guys get so...clingy, I guess is the word, after they cum. Like I'm the only one who can make that happen. I get it. It's fun. I'm not a bad catch for a MILF, and I do things most chicks won't. Like, lick the sperm off the tip of my nose with my tongue after I snort it out. But it is what it is, so be on your way...I got mine, and you got yours. We can play with your dick another time, so see you later! Plus, my husband will be home any minute, so there's that as well.
So, Tony is stopping by before he starts work. I will get a bellyful of his cum before he departs. Ever been in the mood for a particular something to eat? That's how I am with Tony today. I want to suck him off and send him on his way. I don't want to fuck. I would rather save my pussy for Bob who I have a tentative date with tomorrow. It's a risky move. Bob has been known to cancel. If he does, I'm stuck with an angry pussy. I could curtail some of that by slipping Tony's dick inside of me. But, even though it's mental, it makes what are already mind-blowing orgasms even more intense by saving my pussy for Bob. It also makes sucking Tony off even hotter because I know I'm servicing an inferior cock to keep it interested, so it's there when I need it. Tony's cock is inferior when it has to compare to Bob's. Everyone's dick at the moment is inadequate when it cums to Bob. Bob's dick has, oddly enough, become its own living thing in my mind. It has a life of its own, and it's become my master. Even my husband, Scott, knows I will leave him if it means I get to be Bob's full-time sperm dump. Bob has that rare dick that can make me feel so good that nothing else matters. I know it's a tough pill to swallow, knowing that the cock of another man is so perfect it can instantly take your woman forever. Even if the guy it is attached to is almost unbearable to be around. Human instinct is to blame for this, which can sometimes be a low blow. I know I want to get low and blow on Bob's cock. Just saying.
I follow a bunch of the fit chicks in the fit chick crowd. Some of them aren't all that fit, but they think they are, and generally, they are slim and trim and look good, so I play along. But I unfollowed three of them today. Why? Because they all made videos slamming guys for looking at them. Which is fine if that bothers you. I get it. Nobody likes to be made uncomfortable in any setting. But...and yes, there is a big old "but" in this statement. All of them posted "big ol look at me! Look at me dammit!" videos in super sexy and slinky gym outfits right before they went to the gym where the guys...well... looked at them. Wasn't that the point? If you listen to them, these guys are accosting them in the gym. Are they, though? Are they so bad they have to see a therapist afterward? I have been to the gym more than a few times. Yes, guys stare. Yes, occasionally, some of them try to strike up a conversation. Yes, a simple, "I can't concentrate on my workout with you talking to me" has never failed me. Away they go, and sure, it's gotten me some shitty looks and replies, but if it were some hot guy I wanted to suck the balls snot out of, I would have replied differently. Like, "Can I spot your face with my cunt?" You have to pick and choose your battle tactics. So, ultimately, there is no loss with getting the shitty looks or replies. I wasn't going to be sucking sperm out of their balls, anyway. Honestly, I have never had a problem in the gym. Guys stare at chicks. It's what they do. I stare at chicks. It's what I do. I stare at guys if they look good enough to be a candidate to resize my vagina for me. If someone gets creepy with the staring, give them a shitty look. Fixes 99.9% of the problem. That other 0.1%...well, they are probably your local serial killer, so keep an eye on that one. Anyway. I'm tired of all the "Look at me, look at me!" chicks, and then when someone does...it's the end of the world. I consider it to be hypocritical, over-inflated, and plain old bullshit.
Cumming to you live from Daytona Beach...It's Storm Team 69! It's raining. Not that hard. I'm sure someone somewhere is having a much worse day than I am, but so far, it's pretty tame on my side of the Island!
